Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2005 12:54:14 -0500
From: Jashua Glynn <joshuaglynn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gifted Chapter 3 Confusion

You know all the usual stuff, don't read if its illegal or
you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you.
All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is
coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights bla bla bla!

This story is about a 15/yo boy struggling with the gifts
that he possesses, and trying to find out where he fits in
a modern day society.


Joshua moved to Charleston, South Carolina, due to some
serious girl problems. Now he has met his next-door
neighbors, the twins, and is feeling confused about his
feelings toward them. His first day of school was great
until he got into a fight with the school bully.

Cast:

	Joshua Kinston 	-- principle character
	James Kinston		- Josh's Father
	Amanda Kinston		- Josh's Mom
	Adria Kinston		- Josh's sister (12)
	Kim Kinston		- Josh's sister (8)
	Danny Kinston		- Josh's baby brother (13 months)

	Casey & Carrie Toma	- The Twins next door
	Herald & Trish Toma	- The Twins parents

	James Carlson		- Head Jock & Geek at school
	Brian Carson		- Friend of the twins
	Mark Johnson		- Bully
	Mr. Darwell		- School principal
      Others



Chapter 3: Confusion

                      * * * * *
Carrie

	The day had started out as one of the best days ever.
Seeing Joshua standing at the back door had made the
embarrassment of that morning seem nonexistent. Josh is one
of the hottest guys I've ever seen, and he lives next door.
Somebody's looking out for me.

	And I wasn't the only one looking either! Those
hussies in AP cal were giving him the eye! And giggling!
"Oh no you don't, he's mine!" was the look I was giving
them. But before I could say anything to them, the teacher
walked in and started class.

	But, its not just that he looks dreamy, or he has a
nice body! There is something about him I can't describe. I
can't help myself. I think I'm in love!

	Anyway, after class Casey, Josh, and I were walking
out of class. I saw one of the girls that had been goggling
my Josh, heading his way. (My Josh?) I stood in front of
her, between her and Josh, so she could see me, and gave
her a very nasty look. She ducked her head and walked away.

      I smiled to myself for standing up for Josh, but then
it hit me what that looked like. I've only known the guy
for one day and already I'm laying claims. I don't even
know if he likes me yet! I had decided that I would find a
way to talk to him this afternoon, alone.

      I had just left Josh and Casey at their lockers, and
went on to my next class. I'd been daydreaming about Josh.
After the dream I had last night it was about the only
thing on my mind all morning. (Yep I had it bad!) I was
about halfway there, when Casey entered my thoughts.
`That's weird' I told myself. `Go back to dreaming of
Josh!' Then it hit me, something was wrong. I had to find
my brother quick. We have always known when one another was
feeling bad or in trouble. It's just one of those twin
things.

      So I turned and ran back up stairs, running though
people. I think I knocked down the poor girl I frightened
earlier. As I approached his locker, I found a large crowd
had formed around the locker area. It was the sound of a
fight. Cheering! Goading! "Kick his ass Mark!" "Aww, that
had to hurt!" A couple of Mark's flunkeys were running just
in of front me.

      Oh God! Mark was fighting my brother! He'll kill him.
I made my way though the crowd just as a hushed silence was
falling. The sound of hard breathing was very loud, like
someone gasping for their last breath. NOO!!!

      I heard a couple of teachers talking about the fight.
"A fight, and a little one-sided I'd say. Take this boy to
the office."

      Mark's flunkeys were pushing their way through the
crowd, leaving a path to get though. So I pushed my way
behind them until I found my brother crumpled on the
ground, leaning against the wall of lockers. "Oh my God!
Casey!" I yelled as I ran to my brother. Then I saw Mark,
on the ground in a fetal position, gasping for air. His
hands were griping his stomach and his head was bloody. A
teacher was attempting to figure out what was wrong with
him.

      I then looked down the hall and saw my Joshua being
hauled to the principal's office. My Josh couldn't have
done that to Mark could he?


                       * * * * *


James

	After my Son's message I took an extended lunch break
and headed for Josh's school. On the way I received a phone
call from Mr. Darwell, The principal at Stratus High.

	"Hello"

	"James Kinston please"

	"Speaking"

	"Yes, this is Hector Darwell, from your son's school.
I'm afraid there has been an incident today with your son.
I would appreciate it if you could come in for us to
discuss it with you and your son."

	"Was he in some kind of accident?" I asked feigning
ignorance.

	"Actually a fight sir, instigated it seems, by your
son."

	"Well I'm actually in the area talking to a client
I'll be there in 2 minutes." And true to my word I walked
in the building two minutes later. I went straight for the
head office.

	"Yes, is there something I can help you with?" asked
the student behind the counter.

	"Yes. I'm here to speak with Mr. Darwell."

	"Oh, I'm afraid he is busy at the moment. There was
fight a while ago and he is seeing to the boy who was
injured."

	"I'm Mr. Kinston, Joshua's father. That is the reason
I'm here. How badly was the boy damaged?"

	"Oh' I'm sorry. I'm not sure really. The nurse's
office is just down the hall to the left. The principal is
in there and he is expecting you."

	So I left the main office and went to the nurse's
office. Before I walked in I could sense the pain and the
fury! There was a young man, he was huge, looked like he
was 20. He had his shirt off and I could see the damage. It
looked as though he had been beat many times in the right
ribs. He was bruised from just below the breast to his
waistline. His head was also bandaged.

	The man beside him stood up, and came over to me with
his hand out. "You must Mr. Kinston. Thank you for coming
so quickly. As you can see your boy did quite a number on
poor Mark here." Mark just moaned

	"Yes. What happened?"

	"Well, according to students that were there for the
fight, Casey Toma, a friend of your son's it would seem,
tripped Mark up and then started the students up to
laughing about it. Mark, the boy on the table, got up and
shoved Casey into the wall, and asked him why he had done
it. A fight between them started, but it was two on one, as
you're son jumped in. He managed to knock down Casey but
Josh was too much for him, as he threw him to the ground
and began kicking him. Joshua claims different, but I think
he is just trying to save himself from punishment."

	"Hmm, that dose not seem like Joshua to me, not the
way you described things."

	"Look, all parents think their kids can do no wrong,
but I see it everyday. Seemingly good kids at home are
little hellions here."

	At this point I did a minor probe into the man's mind,
looking for surface thoughts of today. I found the three
tough looking boys as they explained what had happened in
the fight. The other kids around them seemed to not want to
say anything, almost frightened. I didn't like it! I can
tell when a person is making something up on the spot when
I see it. Things are defiantly not adding up.

	"Let me see my son."

	"Of course." He led me down the hall to another room
and opened the door. I had seen rooms like this many times,
an interrogation room. Josh sat at a single table with a
chair at either end, him in one of them. He seemed to make
a slight smile as I walked in.

	"Leave me a moment with my son"

	"Of course."

	After he closed the door, "Son, this is bad! Have you
seen what you did to that poor boy?" <I thought you said
you acted in self-defense. That's not what it looks like>

	<Dad, I hit the guy once, and put him in an arm bar!>

	<Son, that's kind of hard to swallow. That boy looks
like he was assaulted by five kids and you don't have a
mark on you.>

	<Ok Dad, just watch this!> he then he replayed the
event through our link. I had a sinking feeling as the
scene played out.

	<I understand now son, open your mind to me for a
moment> I felt the access to his mind open up. I found what
I was looking for, and suppressed it. I knew I couldn't
help my son with this, my father might. I'll call him later
to explain the situation. My son has no idea... well this can
wait, he's safe for now, and so are the people around him.

	Before I could explain anything to my son, the door
opened up and Darwell reentered. "So have you gotten to the
truth?"

	"Yes! I have and it sits right where I always thought
it was, with my son!"

	"WHAT!!?? But you have seen Mark you know he is
telling a boldfaced lie!"

	"Is he?? First the boy in question is a known bully at
this school! A fact you forgot to mention. Second, My son
cannot lie to me. He's never been successful and I don't
think he ever will!" I said smiling to my son's blushing
face. "Third your eyewitnesses weren't even there for the
fight; they arrived as it was ending. And besides you know
damn well they are part of Mark's gang anyway! So Mr.
Darwell, my question to you is why are you helping a known
bully spread his reputation, by slanting the evidence in
his favor?" I began sending embarrassment toward Mr.
Darwell to really sink in the facts I had uncovered.

	It seemed to be working. The principal was dumfounded.
He said meekly "b...but how do you know all of this?"

	"I'm a lawyer; its my job to know what the truth is!"

	The color drained from Mr. Darwell's face. As much
from the revelation that I was a lawyer as from the waves
of guilt I was sending him. "Umm... I'm sorry Mr. Kinston.
It's just that the injuries sustained by Mark, and physical
marks absent on your son. I just..." I had him feeling like
an ant right now.

	"You assumed he was a new bully in school, staking his
claim as the top dog! The fact is that my son has been in
martial arts since he was 6. He has been taught how to roll
with punches to alleviate as much damage as possible, and
deliver devastating blows. I'm sure my son did not intend
to cause the damage that he did, but he was merely trying
to defuse the situation before someone else got hurt"

	He seemed to believe my explanation and the dawning of
his mistake was evident on his face. "I am so sorry for the
misunderstanding and the embarrassment it may have caused.
We were merely going on the evidence at hand, which I see
now clearly indicated the true villain here." He said,
sounding very sincere, well as sincere as a man can who is
trying not to get sued.

	"Sir, Let me introduce you to the valedictorian of
your freshman class! He will win many academic awards for
you over the next 4 years. Not to mention the athletic ones
too." Josh squirmed at that, he's never been much for
sports. "You need to treat him right or I will take him to
a different school!!"

	"Yes sir. That will not be necessary. I think your son
will come to like Stratus High!" he was now saying with a
smile, as he realized I wasn't intending to sue the school
for gross misconduct.

	"Josh if the principal has nothing else I would like
you to go on to your next class please. We'll discus this
later when I get home" I said to my son with a smile. He
was just beaming. "I would like to have a word with Mr.
Darwell."

                      * * * * *


Joshua

	Oh, my God I thought for sure I was a goner. After the
nurse told me of the damage Mark had sustained, I was
mortified. How had I done so much damage to the guy? Was he
going to hold a grudge? Oh shit! My dad just walked in.

	He was concerned it seems both about Mark and I but
more about me. As I was showing him the fight as I
perceived it. He was both reassured and disturbed at the
same time. Kinda weird huh! He had me stop in a couple of
places and took a look around. He seemed to like what he
found.

	He eventually asked if I would open my mind to him.
Wow, what a big request. I haven't done that in 5 years. So
I opened up, but put a barrier around my feelings for the
twins. Luckily he didn't go anywhere near them, instead he
went way back, beyond my conciseness. I'm not sure what he
did, but I could feel something was different about me.

	Before I could ask what was up, the principal came
back into the room. My dad was brilliant. I could not
believe how he stuck up for me, and he figured everything
out in less than five minutes. Damn! I admire his power of
clarity. He always seems to know the best way to do
something. I then realized that dad was flooding Mr.
Darwell's emotions with guilt. I almost burst out laughing.

	He then proceeded to make me really blush, as he
started talking about my achievements. What was he talking
about sports awards, about the only sport I like is
swimming. He then asked me to go on to my next class. And
he made it clear that we would talk later today.

	I had missed a whole class and it was time for lunch.
So I headed for the cafeteria. I was kinda worried about
Casey. I should have killed Mark for hurting my... what am I
thinking? This is starting to feel really weird.

      I entered the cafeteria, with a lot on my mind.
Suddenly there were kids all over me. "How did you do it?"
"Oh man, I can't believe you stood up to that asshole." "I
heard you broke a rib with only one punch." The questions
were coming at me in a blur. I was desperately looking for
a way out.

	Then, a tall blond guy came though the crowd and right
up to me. He winked at me, then turned and said, "Ok, come
on people, break it up, give the guy some room. He's just
spent the last hour being interrogated and I don't think he
can take another hour of it. Now shoo!"

	He turned around and said, "Hi. I'm James Carlson. I
don't think we've met yet." And he offered me his hand.

	This guy was very handsome. Long Blond hair, gray eyes
that seemed to look through you, and he was well built,
like a brick shithouse. I'd heard his name before, the
twins told me. He was the captain of the football team and
the chess team, as well as others. I took his hand. He had
a strong, firm grip. Then I started getting images from
him. He was undressing me and fondling my... Wow, he's gay! I
wonder if anyone else knows. If I was gay I would surely
have to check this guy out, to say he looked good was an
understatement. "I'm Josh, pleased to meet you." The images
went away as my words brought him back to reality.

	"Well! Why don't you come sit with us." He motioned
over to a table. I saw several kids already sitting at the
table looking at us. Casey and Carrey were there too, both
smiling at me. So I followed him over and sat down right
beside Carrie.

	"How's the neck Casey?"

	"Oh it's fine, he just knocked the wind out of me," he
said smiling. "I wish I had been awake to see you take him
down."

	"Yea, well I don't like to fight, someone always gets
hurt." I said, with a frown.

	"You can say that again. The rumor is that you broke
one of his ribs" a red headed boy I had not met said.
"Well, it might have been more than one they told me." then
I really started feeling embarrassed.

	A lot of ooos and ahhhs coming from all around, "I saw
it, I was there, and although he got in a few good hits,
that blow to his stomach was a good move. It took him down
fast. And you must have nuts of steel! I saw that hit he
gave you breaking that arm lock."

	"Well luckily he hit me in my asshole, just behind the
sack. It still knocked me back though."

	Carrie put her arms around my arm hugging it, then she
laid her head on my shoulder. Oh God that feels good! "I'm
just thankful you didn't get hurt. And that you saved my
brother."

	"Gee thanks, I guess I should be glad I at least rate
on the list." Casey said smiling smugly. Carrie just
smiled.

	The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, except for
the fact that I had become the schools favorite celebrity.
At the end of school day Casey came up to me, "I just want
to thank you for helping me today. You know you didn't have
to do that."

	"Are you kidding me, of course I'm going to help a
friend in trouble."

	"I just wish I could have seen it. Haha!"

	Carrie ran up as we were walking to the bus, "Hey
Josh, I was wondering if you have any plans this Friday?"

	"Not that I'm aware of. What do you have in mind?"

	"I thought maybe we could go to a movie or something."

	"Yea, that's a great idea!" Casey said. I got the
initial feeling that's not what she meant.

	"That's sounds cool", I said.

      Carrie jumped up and yelped, "Yea!" She ran up and
kissed me on the cheek. "Let's get to the bus before it
leaves"

      The ride home was very nice. Carrie sat beside me,
quite close. I really do like her. I have been thinking of
asking her to go on a date one night, but then there are
these feelings I have for her brother I can't explain. The
big thing is not just that I have feelings for him, but
that I know he can't have the same feelings about me. Well,
it will be nice to go out with them Friday night.

      I wish I could keep my mind open around them. Its kind
of strange, I'm so used to getting insights to people
around me and the only time I can chance it around them is
when we are in a crowd. I have never made friends without
knowing what they really feel. This is a new experience for
me. I kinda like it. There is a mystery there that I have
been missing.

      At home I went to my room to do some homework. About
five o'clock, dad came upstairs. "Hey Son, busy day huh!"

      "You could say that. Fight on my first day. Hehe!"

      "Yea, we need to talk about that." He came over and
sat on my bed, "I understand you were helping out a friend,
but you need to be careful when you decide to fight. I
think you don't know your own strength. You have been
working out a lot lately. You were very helpful during the
move, by the way. So I think you need to be careful."

      "Yea dad I had no idea I had done that much damage to
the guy. I was only trying to stop him. I hope he's ok."

      "He'll be fine after those ribs heal. Just remember
what I said and be careful. Oh, by the way, your
grandfather is coming down for a visit next week."

      After dad left, I got back to homework. A half an hour
later there was a knock at my door. So I went downstairs to
the door to see who it was, and there was Casey.

      "Hey bud, I was going to shoot some hoops. You
interested?"

      "Sure, let me change clothes." I ran upstairs to
change. Then I ran back downstairs and we left.

      I like playing basketball, but I'm not very good. It
has been awhile since I've played. I was kind of surprised
that I wasn't doing that bad. I made quite a few baskets,
not as many as Casey, but I did ok. It was after all over a
year since I last played. We played one on one, and horse.
I lost both times.

      I did have a lot of fun though. But I haven't felt as
worn out as I was feeling right then in a long time. After
it got dark we came back to my place, sat on the back
porch, and drank some grape Kool-Aid to cool off.

      "You know Josh? I feel like I could talk to you about
anything. And I've only known you for a couple of days. It
seems like we've been friends forever!"

      "You know, a lot of my friends back home said the same
thing. I knew all of the secrets of the school because my
friends confided the whoppers to me."

      "I've been really confused lately. I find myself
really attracted to someone at school; I can't stop
thinking about them. The problem is the person I think I
like can't possible feel the same way about me. They don't
seem like the type of person that would go for a guy like
me."

      "Well, hey dude! You got nothing to worry about.
You're a good-looking guy, I mean just look at your twin!
You're a masculine version of her and just as good-looking!
And, trust me your sister is very hot, so you must be too,
see! Any chick at school would be stupid to not go out with
you..."

      "Hey, whatcha doin guys?" Carrie said as she was
bouncing in our direction from next-door.

      "Oh, nothing we were just cooling off from some b-
ball. How have you been tonight Sis?"

      "Oh, so I'm not interrupting anything?"

      "Well..." I began to say.

      "Ah...no" Casey seemed even more red, as he jutted in
quickly.

      "Good, `cauz I was kinda hoping I could talk to Josh a
minute"

      His face changed to a haphazard smile, almost
sheepish. "OK, I can take a hint. Even if they are that
blunt!" he said laughing a little, it almost seemed forced,
though.

      Casey left and Carrie replaced him by my side. Damn,
she looked good in anything she was wearing. She was in
pink sweatpants, with a tee shirt that looked 3 sizes too
small, it only went about 4 inches below her ample breasts.
And she wasn't wearing any shoes or socks. Damn she had
pretty feet. Her hair was slicked back, kinda like
Trinity's was in the Matrix. She must have just gotten out
of the shower. She was so hot right now, I was very glad to
be sitting down.

      "I can't wait for Friday; it'll be so much fun with
the just the three of us, hanging out. I'm so looking
forward to it." Carrie said, almost giggling

      "Me either, you two have been so great to me." We sat
there for a few seconds just letting that sink in. I could
tell Carrie wanted to say something, but she wasn't. I
really like Carrie, a lot more than I should for someone
I've known for so little time, and the thought has crossed
my mind, on several occasions, to maybe ask her out
sometime. And something was telling me that now was the
time!

      "Um...Carrie..."

      "Yea"

      "I was wondering if you would...want to...go out with me
one night, just us?"

      "Oh, Yes! Yes! I've been thinking of how I could ask
you the same thing!"

      She then leaned over and placed her lips on mine. It
was better than I could have possibly imagined. I was
falling hard for her. She is so much a better kisser then
Jessica. When we finally came up for air, I realized just
how hard I was. She then leaned over and both of her arms
were reaching around my side for a hug.

      "Ok, How about Saturday night! Me and you go out,
alone!"

      "That sounds great to me, Josh. I can't wait!"

      Then she kissed me again and left me sitting there. I
sat there a few minutes contemplating the night's events.
Wow, I can't believe this, my first real girlfriend. I hope
this doesn't mess things up with Casey and me being
friends. I feel like I'm on cloud nine! Is this what love
feels like?

      I got up to go inside, and immediately sat back down.
All eight and a half inches of me was sticking straight
out. I couldn't go into the house like this! So, I tried to
think of other things, but it's not helping. Finally, I
thought I'd go in through the garage. As I stood up, I
looked like a complete idiot, waddling like a duck, trying
to make the large tent in my pants not so noticeable. Then,
it hit me, the garage back door!

      I snuck in through the garage's back door, ran
upstairs, tore all my clothes off, and plopped down on my
bed. I had to take care of this problem, cauz it wasn't
going away. I just laid back and closed my eyes. My hand
was instantly on my jock, and I started a slow pace, just
to heighten the feeling.

      I decided I needed to finish this quick. I generally
take about 15 minutes to a half hour to cum. But I needed
to get downstairs before mom starts wondering why I haven't
come in for supper. I know this little trick I learned a
couple of years ago while plying with my mind. There is a
spot in the mind that is where all of the pleasure comes
from. I found that I can reflect the pleasure, mentally,
back on it self and cause a spectacular orgasm. I use it
whenever I want a quick and powerful finish.

      So I'm thinking of Carrie, and all the things I'd like
to do with her. My thoughts wander to her just the way she
was in my dream last night. Her lips were surprisingly just
like I just experienced, although not as powerful. Her
breasts were ripe and soft and firm all at the same time. I
envisioned I was straddling her, with my groin pressing
against her bush, my hands go down to dip into her pot...but
they run into anther cock, just as hard and throbbing as
mine, pushing into my pelvis. I pull back from my kiss and
Casey is smiling at me, with a devilish grin.

      Oh God! Why am I envisioning him again, and I'm fully
conscious. This isn't an uncontrollable dream. So I force
the image back to Carrie. Those supple lips, mounds of
ample ass in either of my hands, and her ripe melons
pressing against my chest... I flip us so she is now on top.
She reaches down and begins massaging me rhythmically. Then
she lifts off of me, smiling and positions herself over my
raging member. As she impaled herself upon me, two things
struck me. First, she is way too tight, oh God! She is
using her ass! And second, I suddenly feel something long
and hard slap my belly. Snapping my attention back, there
is Casey smiling at me as he starts bouncing on my cock.

      This is insane, why are my thoughts shifting back to
Casey? I open my eyes; I'm too close now to worry about
needing an image. I'm reflecting the pleasure back, right
along with the stroke of my cock. "Oh God... Ahhh! Fuck!" The
violent eruption of my one eyed snake is enormous. The
first shot goes over my head and onto the wall behind me.
The next covers my face, and then all the way down my
chest. Ohhhh! I squirt a few more times, forming a puddle
in my pubes. Then, the vibrations hit me. You know the ones
that come over you of after the massive orgasm, that
wonderful, tingling all over feeling.I really don't want to
move after that. I'm so out of it after an enhanced jack
off session like that.

      Suddenly my door downstairs opens! Talk about,
shitting a brick! I started looking around for some
underwear, or tissue to clean up the mess I've made.

	"Josh, honey did you want something to eat?" Mom
yelled at me from the bottom of the staircase.

	"Um, yea mom. But in a few minutes, I'm going to take
a shower first. I'm all hot and funky from basketball." If
she only new the funk!

	"Ok, I put a plate in the oven for you."

	"Thanks mom." Wow! What a close call, I thought for
sure she would come up the stairs. Thank God for small
miracles.

	I spent the entire shower, reflecting. Why am I
attracted to Casey, and why does he show up in my fantasies
of Carrie? This is so confusing. There has to be a reason
I'm attracted to Casey, I don't understand. I don't think
I'm gay, I don't find my self attracted to other guys, or
at least I don't think I am.

      I've never thought about another guy the way I do with
Casey. I mean he's a good-looking guy, but there are a lot
of good-looking guys at school. Take James, if I were gay,
there is an Adonis of a man to ogle over. And I know he's
gay! But I just see him as another guy. Not as a sexy
beast, which I'm sure any gay guy would call him.

	This is all so confusing. I still couldn't make any
sense out of it after I got out of the shower. I'm not so
sure I should be dating Carrie, with these feelings I'm
having for Casey.

      But then I remembered he likes some girl at school.
And a big weight lifted. Why am I worried about Casey!
There's no way he'd be interested in me... this is all just
my mind playing with me.


End of Chapter 3

Next Chapter: The Date!


	Well a lot has happened to Josh in a short time. Will
Josh find out Casey is feeling the same way he is, or will
Josh and Carrie become the new hot item at school. The next
chapter should be interesting, and we get to meet grandpa
soon.

Write me let me know what you think. I'd really like to
hear from you. It's what pushes me to write.

JoshuaGlynn@hotmail.com

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