Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 23:14:39 EDT
From: Sidg0714@cs.com
Subject: Boys of the CIA 2

After reading this you may wonder but as far as I'm concerned this is a
complete work of fiction.  This is the second of the series and it does
contain scenes of teenaged boys having sex so if you're not interested,
it's against the law or you'll get your butt whipped if you're caught
reading move on.

Please send all comments to sidg0714@cs.com.

Boys of the CIA Part 2:  Training
By Sid G with help from Erik (c)2002

	Kennard sat naked on his bed at the end of his first day at the
Boys School for the Talented and flipped through the textbook for his first
class in the morning.  He'd always been a good student and while he
correctly figured the classes here to be harder than what he'd been getting
in Alaska he wasn't worried about the academic end.  More worried about gym
since he'd never cared for sports but at least he was fit aerobically if
not strength.

    What really amazed him was how comfortable he'd been with his roommates
and the other boys he'd met after spending the previous two years at
Boondocks Middle School hiding from everybody.  There he'd walked into his
first class and been immediately branded as a wimp and a nerd.  While never
desirable characteristics for a pre-teen boy they were especially bad in an
area where most people earned their living through brawn and not brains.
So for the last two years it had been school and back home.  When he'd
turned thirteen and hit puberty bringing with it the realization he was gay
he'd virtually stopped talking in school unless called upon.  So this
complete turn around made him feel good.

	Even the way he'd accepted the initiation in the showers made him
feel good.  However Vincent would pay for the grope that made him lose,
even if it was the idea.  Even in his enhanced fantasies Kennard never
realized how hot boy-boy sex could be.  Tasting Skylar's cock and semen.
And more, the great feelings of having Randy's cock up his ass.  Just
remembering as he closed his book got him hard.

	"Am I in this fantasy?" Randy said from the door to the bedroom
they shared.

	"No fantasy this time, remembering how good it felt to have you
inside me when you took my cherry," Kennard said admiring Randy's naked
body.

	"That was the first time you'd been fucked?  You were really good,"
Randy said.

	"First time for real sex of any kind.  Never even jerked off with
another boy."

	"If I'd know that I would have stopped it."

	"I would have been really pissed at that.  Just thinking how good
it made me feel sexually and just as me, no talent."

	Randy thought a minute and shook his head.  "Guess I was lucky had
my uncle and some out older cousins and at least my cousins were willing to
show me the ropes at my own pace and I never felt the need to be closeted.
Glad you're cool with it though."

	Randy turned to leave.

	"Darling, there is one thing."

	"What?" Randy said with a smile.

	"Make love to me."

	Randy took a towel from the inside knob and put it on the outside.
Two sighs could be heard before the door closed.  Randy glided to Kennard's
bed and sat next to him and looked into Kennard's eyes while wrapping his
arms around the new boy and pulling him closer.

	Their lips met; kissed ever hotter before lips opened and tongues
began to dance.  Kennard guided Randy down so they were both lying down and
playing a serious game of tonsil hockey.

	In sync they moved hands down and took their lover's member into
their hands and gently caressed it into hardness.

	Randy broke the kiss and pushed Kennard onto his back then kissed
his way down from the neck to each erect nipple and on down Kennard's chest
until he reached the top of the pubic bush.

	"Going to have to trim this, like them short and neat."

	"Would anybody care if I shaved it all off?" Kennard asked between
sighs.

	"Nope, there are a few boys who wax regularly.  Be interesting,
been a long time since I've had a hairless boyfriend."

	"Cool," Kennard said and Randy started licking his balls.

	Kennard reached down and ran his fingers through the shimmering red
hair of his first lover and moaned with the feelings flowing through him
from his the tip of his cock down to his arching toes and up to his throat
before stopping at his pounding heart.

	Then Randy swallowed his hard rod and Kennard nearly rose from the
bed when he felt lips on his bush.

	"Oh shit, oh hell shit fuck.  I never, ever thought," Kennard said
as Randy wrapped his talented tongue around the hard five and a half inches
in his mouth.

	Randy paused wanting the sex to last.  He enjoyed the hands
fingering his thick collar length hair, wished his hair was still the waist
long length it been before he'd started at BST.  To have Kennard's hands
floating down that far.

	He started bobbing his head while slowly unwrapping his tongue.
Precum dripped onto his tongue and he savored the taste, nice and sweet
with just a hint of the normal saltiness.  Randy felt his own cock
hardening and didn't want to waste the load on the sheets so picked up the
pace on the cock in his mouth.

Kennard felt the cum in his balls churn as his scrotum retracted up to his
crotch.  The sensations were driving him crazy and he tried to enjoy every
one.  Finally he thrust his hips up and screamed as he unloaded his seed
into Randy's mouth.  Shot after long shot erupted in the biggest load he'd
ever had.

	Randy drained Kennard completely holding as much of the precious
fluid in his mouth.  Finally he pulled off and brought his cum filled mouth
to Kennard's and they shared it.

	"Make love to me," Kennard repeated.

	Once again Randy kissed his way down but this time he passed over
the still sensitive cock and raised Kennard's runner's legs and when
Kennard grabbed them Randy dropped and began rimming Kennard.

	"Oh, oh, wow," Kennard said when he felt the red muscle at his
entrance.  No longer considering it his most private place.  That others
besides the boy kneeling beneath him would see it as well, would fuck him
as well.  At school and wherever his new masters sent him.  His father had
made it clear to him that the CIA would use his sexuality as well as his
psychic powers to aide their country.  All Kennard cared about right then
and there was that the first boy he ever cared for was tongue fucking him
deeper than he could have ever imagined.

	"Fuck me darling, please fuck me before you drive me nuts."

	"Wouldn't want that darling," Randy said as he rose and placed his
hard seven at Kennard's pussy and slowly penetrated him for the second time
that day.  Kennard grunted slightly as Randy passed through Kennard's
sphincter but it was mild and the smile on his lover's face belied any
indications of pain or discomfort.  Randy started a slow in and out rhythm
while he looked down at the beam face.

	After a while he picked up his pace and Kennard started stroking
his own very hard cock in pace.  Both boys' eyes were closed as they
reveled in the sexual ecstasy that flowed back and forth, building along
with the flow of precum.

	"Feels so good, never thought it could be this good," Kennard said.

	"You're so hot and tight and feel so good, even better than
earlier.  Wish this could last forever."

	"Yeah, but the way you're throbbing inside me I don't think it
will."

	With that Randy thrust his cock even deeper into Kennard's innards
and shot the biggest load of his life.  The first shot brought Kennard over
the edge for the second time that night and the two screamed in orgasmic
joy.

	Once they'd recovered their breath Randy lowered Kennard's legs and
rolled them so he was behind Kennard, cock still inside the ass.

	"Pull the covers over us, stay with me tonight," Kennard said.

	And so they slept.



	Morning came too quickly and there were a couple minutes when they
were afraid Randy was cum-glued inside Kennard.  Then Kennard pushed out
hard and the seal broke and Randy rolled over holding his crotch after a
loud pop.

	"Let me see if it's ok darling."

	"It's there its all there no thanks to your sexy tight ass baby.
No time to fool around in the mornings.  Shower, dress, down to breakfast
and off to class by 8:30 and it is seven now."

	"Plenty of time."

	"Four teenaged boys and one bathroom," Randy said.

	"See ya later," Kennard said and dashed out the door and barely
beat Jorge in.

	"Some boyfriend," Jorge said as he poked his head in.

	"That he is my friend," Randy said and flopped onto his back.

	Jorge shook his head and leaned on the bathroom door to wait his
turn.



	At 8:28 Kennard followed Randy into his first regular class at Boys
School for the Talented, American History.  Sixteen seats were in a two-row
semicircle facing a big desk and the blackboard.  He looked around the
map-covered walls and relaxed a little bit.  A little comfort that a
history classroom is after all just a history classroom no matter where you
stick it.  Looking around for familiar faces he saw the twins sitting apart
on opposite ends of the front row and after Randy sat in the back row he
saw the only empty seat was next to one of them, couldn't tell which one
though.  He walked over, sat and smiled at the boy.

	"Phil, don't bother apologizing.  I'm always the one on the right
and Paul's on the left.  Don't ask why, Mom says its been that way since
the nurse put us in the bassinets at the hospital right after we were
born."

	"Never cheat?"

	"Old school we did, here there's no point with all the telepaths,"
Phil said.

	Before Kennard could respond the door opened and the other students
snapped to attention forcing him to catch up as the teacher walked into the
room.  The man was very tall and thin with ebony skin that shined.  His
shaved head literally reflected light but it was the black eyes that held
Kennard's gaze.

	"Be seated class, except for you Mr. Blandings," he paused.  "My
name is Dr. Shoga and I will probably be your history teacher as long as
you are here unless I get sick of your face.  You are stuck with me."

	"I will try not to feel that I am stuck or to make you sick Sir,"
Kennard said.

	"Very good Mr. Blandings.  I will warn you that your teachers did
not speak highly of you.  You were good academically but weird and an
outcast, which after all is what brought you here."

Laughter rang out from all over the room.

	"Fortunately for you and the rest of us we are also about to start
studying the Civil War like you were at your old school.  It was a very
exciting time in our nation's history so if you will please sit we will
begin.  One final point, there is no use of talent in this class without my
permission."

	Kennard nodded, sat and picked up his pen.

	"Now Mr. Blandings was there anything in the United States
Constitution in the late 1850s to early 1860s that prevented the southern
states from succeeding from the Union?" Dr. Shoga asked an astonished
Kennard.

	"There wasn't anything that forbade it nor was there anything that
permitted it.  Therefore you can interpret it two ways.  First that the
principal that any right not given to the federal government falls to the
states then the states could succeed however it could be argued that since
the Constitution specifies how a state is to be admitted but not leave the
framers did not intend to permit succession."

	"Very good Mr. Blandings, it's good to see that you remember what
you wrote in your term paper last month.  I've found too many students
write and forget.  Are there any comments or questions class?" Dr Shoga
said.

	To Kennard's surprise hands shot up all over the classroom.  He
smiled at another pleasant change from his old school.  The discussion
lasted till 9:30 when they took a ten-minute break.  For the next hour and
a half it changed to a more traditional lecture but with student's asking
questions from time-to-time.

When they finished Randy and the twins waited for Kennard outside the door
while their teacher gave him some additional materials.  Finally he joined
them and shook his head.

	"Man this is a change, think I got brain strain from just this
class."

	"You'll get used to it Ken," Paul said, "Not all the classes are
like this.  Math is almost all lecture and you've got to be fast with your
notes."

	"Not just that but two and a half hours for one subject instead of
forty-five minutes."

	"True but its just two academic subjects then either gym or talent
class everyday, six days a week," Phil said.

	"And except for talent classes I'm with you every class for at
least this cycle.  Each class has half an age but not always the same
students," Randy said.

	"But they keep the two of us together so we can't cheat," the twins
said.

	They all laughed.

	"What now?" Kennard asked.

	"Library for me, have to finish up research for English paper due
tomorrow.  Want to come until lunch?" Randy said.

	"Later guys, got to put science project together for this
afternoon," Phil said and the twins walked toward the dorm.

	"Lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff," Kennard said and waved his
hand.

	"How'd you know the paper was on Macbeth?"

	"Should I tell, we are studying to be spies."

	Randy shoved him.

	"You leave your work all over your desk and you don't think I'd
notice?  And it's act five scene six."

	"And its just the library not a battle," Randy said and took
Kennard's hand.

	"Had to battle just to get into old library.  Could have used a
kinetic just to move those idiots out of the way.  Do they have a talent
survey book I can look at?"

	"Yea, actually we use it for text book for survey class at
beginning of twelves.  Ask Mrs. Horner at the front desk."

	"Mrs.?  I thought there was only one straight lady here," Kennard
said.

	"She's not straight, her wife is the librarian at the girl's
school.  Just insists on being treated as if she was legally married."

	"Cool."

	Randy introduced Kennard to Mrs. Horner who drew his immediate
enmity by saying "Hi Kenny."  However she gave him the book he wanted and
he sat across from Randy and started reading.  Kennard barely noticed Randy
running around the library looking up information on Macbeth.

	A low rumble caught his attention as he finished the book.  Looking
up he saw the library emptying and realized it was lunchtime.

	"You can check the book out," Randy said as they stood.

	"Finished it, amazing how many different talents there are.  Some
I'd seen in video games and figured they were just made up or like in the
X-men movie when you had the one boy who could produce ice and the one
seated next to him produced a flame to crack it.  But they're real
abilities," Kennard said.

	"Bobby and Andrew are eighteens and they have those talents down
cold.  We have several of the professors students here," Randy said.

	"You're kidding," Kennard started but turned to follow Randy's
finger.  Walking past on his way to the door was Bobby from the movie.
"You're not kidding."

	"Says the studio saved a bundle using real talents instead of
special effects.  Let's get to lunch, we've got math right after.  Did the
book help you identify your talent?"

	"No, but I guess the book has only the more common ones or at least
left the rare ones out from an intro book.  According to the schedule we've
got talent on Friday so I'm sure they've got two days to get somebody to
help me."



	"Way to go Ken," Skylar said as they reached the table.  Twins told
us about your performance this morning.  Dr. Shoga must have been surprised
at your answer."

	"Not as surprised as I was when other students actually raised
their hands and actually knew what they were talking about.  Didn't have
much of that in Boondocks."

	"Really that bad up there?" Victor asked.

	"Come to the room after study tonight and I'll show you."

	"Rather go to Hawaii," Jorge said.

	"See if we have enough time before bed," Kennard said.  "Besides,
I've taken you to the beach already."

	"But I want one of those chicos, so hot in their Speedos."

	"What am I, chop liver?" Stephan said.

	Jorge kissed him hard.  "No, but you do not have a Speedo body."

	Stephan patted a midsection that refused to develop into a firm
six-pack no matter how much he worked out.



	The first part of math class was a test and while Mr. Wang said it
probably wouldn't count he wanted Mr. Blandings to take it anyway.

	Kennard looked the Chinese gentleman in the eyes, gulped and nodded
before taking his seat.

	During the break he stared at Randy.  "You could have told me about
the test."

	"That wasn't a test, it was a surprise quiz.  Tests take both
halves of the class."

	Kennard rolled his eyes and went to the water fountain.  After the
second half of the class he was more at ease and was beginning to wonder if
he had underestimated his teachers back in Boondocks while concentrating on
their dislike of him.

	They joined the rest of their class on the way down to the gym
where they were met by the rest of the fourteens.  It was another game of
soccer and this time Skylar picked Kennard before Randy could and refused
all offers for a trade.  Timmy was there but his arm was in a sling so he
just watched the Skylar Shirts win the game.

	As they rested after the game Kennard looked at the electrified
fence and wondered what it was guarding.  Was it protecting them or keeping
them out of something?

	Stephan knelt beside him.  "You don't ask, you're just careful
walking by it. It's an unwritten rule but unless you want to spend Sunday
running laps you never and I mean never bring it up."

	Kennard smiled and nodded.  "Thought you couldn't use telepathy on
other students without permission?"

	"Who needed to path, we've all stared at the fence from time to
time, especially after accidents like yesterday."

	"We play the shower game every day?"

	"Every day, but today it's fair," Stephan said while running his
hand over Kennard's crotch.

	"I'm sure," Kennard said and ran his hand over Stephan's inner
thigh.

	The whistle blew and they headed in.  Once inside the locker room
Vincent stayed as far away from Kennard as he could, stripped and hurried
into the shower room.

	"Hey Vinny, you hard yet," Kennard yelled.

	Two seconds later.

	"Vincent's first," Roger yelled.

	"Damn you Ken," Vincent screamed.

	Kennard strolled in and saw Vincent's hard uncut cock and smiled.
"What did I do?  Wasn't even in here.  But don't worry, maybe you'll get a
nice cock to suck."

	"Doubt it'll be yours.  You won't hold out much longer with the way
your eyes are checking out every boy here," Vincent said.

	Kennard smiled and shrugged.  He knew his classmate was right but
that wasn't the point, at least today.  He walked over to a showerhead and
started washing the sweat and grass of his body.  He heard moaning to his
left and turned to see Roger and Vincent kissing and he immediately got
hard.  When his eyes roamed down Roger's body and he got his first good
look at the size of the black boy's hard rod he gasped.

	Roger broke the kiss and smiled.  "One day Ken."

	Kennard nodded.

	"And we're down to the final two and it looks like Vince is going
to be in for it today," Victor said from across the room.

	Everybody looked over and Vincent groaned when he saw the only soft
boys were Paul and Phil.

	"You want to get your mouth in shape around my big cock?" Roger
asked.

	"And once again the brothers tie.  Get that hot mouth over here
Vincent," Victor said.

	"Damn, with those two at once I won't have access to your ass,"
Roger said as he poked his nine-inches at Vincent's crack as the Italian
boy started over.

	"We'll see about that," Vincent said as he grabbed Roger's cock.

	Once they got to the center of the floor Vincent told Roger to lay
on the floor and then slowly lowered himself all the way down on the hard
cock.  When ass touched crotch he took a deep breath and nodded.

	Paul and Phil stood next to each other and simultaneously fed their
identical thin five-inch cocks into Vincent's waiting mouth.  When they
were in as far as they could get the brothers started frenching each other
while Vincent bobbed up and down fucking his ass and mouth simultaneously.

	Kennard saw Randy, walked over, knelt and took the leaking rod into
his mouth.  Randy looked around and saw coupling going on all around and
was grateful for the seemingly endless supply of hot water cascading over
them.

	In the center Vincent was stroking his cock as the ass and mouth
fucking he was enjoying got harder and hotter.  Could tell that Paul and
Phil were getting close and they always came together so he had to be ready
so he wouldn't choke or drown.  Out of the corner of his eyes he saw
Kennard sucking Randy and then he saw Kennard's tight bubble butt.  Without
warning he sucked in his breath and blew his load, which tightened his ass
muscles bringing Roger over the edge and literally sucking cum out of the
twins.

	Vincent was so unnerved that he started choking on the two huge
loads, pulled off and Paul and Phil covered his face with the rest of their
loads.  Once sated they all collapsed on the floor as Randy shot his load
down Kennard's throat.  Many other loads were being spilled around the
room.

	"Ken," Vincent said.

	"Yeah Vinny."

	"You've got one hot ass and don't call me Vinny."

	"Thanks Vin.  You've got one talented mouth, never seen that
before."

	"No big deal after he practices on mine," Roger said.

	The twins looked at each other, nodded, stroked once and put a
final stream on Roger's face before turning to the showerhead while
everybody laughed.

The camaraderie carried forward to dinner where the fourteens commandeered
one corner of the dining room and had a party until the staff kicked them
out to do their homework.

	Kennard and Randy held hands and fell to the rear as they walked
next door to the dorm.

	"That was special," Kennard said, "never imagine something like
that at my old school"

	"You're not there anymore dear.  You're here and you don't have to
worry about being the weird freak because we all are.  To us weird is a
straight talentless boy," Randy kissed Kennard on the cheek.  "If you want
to skip the tour you promised nobody would mind."

	"Especially if I give them Hawaii instead?"

	"Yep yep," Randy said as they walked in the door.



	At four on Friday Kennard reported to the headmaster's office
according to instructions left on a note they'd found under the door that
morning.  It was time for his first meeting with his talent instructor and
Kennard was nervous as he sat in the outer office.

	Finally he was shown into the office and found a second man with
Headmaster Roberts.

	"Have a seat Mr. Blandings," Headmaster said pointing to a chair to
the side.

Kennard sat but kept his eyes on the stranger.  Short, stocky but
powerfully built, bald and sitting in a wheel chair.  The two men silently
watched him and the boy's first instinct was to ask if it was indeed
Professor Xavier but something was wrong.

	"That's a projection Headmaster.  Isn't it?"

	"What makes you think that?" the man in the chair said.

	Kennard smiled, "you're a little rough along the edges Dr. Shoga."

	The image vanished leaving Dr. Shoga standing in the corner.  "I've
got to work on the voices."

	"Me too Dr. Shoga.  Are you going to be my talent instructor?"

	"For the time being," Headmaster Roberts said, "like you Dr. Shoga
is a holographic memory projector.  There aren't many with your talent
Kennard and Dr. Shoga is the only one on staff and he's volunteered to
start your training until we can arrange for the CIA's top projector to be
available.  You will be meeting in the conference room down the hall unless
a different site is deemed more appropriate for a given class."

	"Shall we start Ken?" Dr Shoga asked as he walked over.

Kennard rose and smiled.



	In the conference room Dr. Shoga had his first talent student run
through some different scenarios.  Kennard started with a scene from his
old school, a brief bit of Hawaii and then replayed that morning's History
class.

	"Very good, and you had my voice pretty close, and the dialogue as
well."

	"Thank you Sir.  But is that normal for a projector?  I mean
photographic visual and audio memory at the same time is rare in a
non-talent isn't it?"

	"Very much so Ken.  Is it ok if I call you Ken during these
sessions?"

	"Yes doctor."

	"Shoga will do fine, you probably couldn't pronounce my first name
anyway.  Most photographic memory is visual or textual, and it is a kind of
talent.  Non-talents can improve their memory recall or mimicking skills
with long practice to be able to impersonate others exactly.  To do what we
do requires those talents in order to know what to project, sound right.

	"Is that why I can't do it from a photo?" Kennard asked.

	"Most of us can't, there are some who can and your task over the
next few years is to become one of those.  Or possibly even further."

	"Further?"

	"A few, no more than a handful that we know off can pull disparate
elements together and combine them into a brand new scenario.  The key is
the information has to be in here," Dr. Shoga said as he tapped his head.
"The better you observe, the better you remember the better the image and
one day that sharpness will help you on your assignments and my young
student may save your and your teams' lives."

	"How?  Holograms are just pictures, nothing solid to fight and
don't hold up to close scrutiny."

	"All you've used your talent for is entertainment, which is all
well and good.  But it can also cause a distraction that could give you or
a teammate a precious moment.  Say you're talking with a spy ready to
expose you and you ask him for a napkin from a holder that really isn't
there.  He smiles, turns his head, reaches and as his hand goes through you
shoot him."

	"Cool, I see.  Really have to start changing the way I think now."

	"Yes, the word talent in the school's name is not just how good you
are at sex but how you can get the reaction you want from somebody else."

	Kennard leaned back in his chair and looked at his teacher.  "The
napkin dispenser trick was in a public place so I could buy somebody seeing
it and telling you or Headmaster.  But if you're talking about me and
Victor after gym two days ago I wonder how much privacy we have."

	Dr. Shoga laughed a deep hearty laugh.  "Well done Ken, well done.
The answer is not much but unless something that shouldn't be going on is
then we let it slide.  I know it's a cliché but it is for your own
protection.  Our enemies know we exist and might want to try and infiltrate
to learn our techniques or kidnap a talent they need."

	Ken nodded.

	"Now replay our class again, when I first walked in but concentrate
on the picture, try and sharpen it."



	Kennard shifted his chair and concentrated the far wall.  After a
deep breath it changed to the classroom wall.  In the left hand corner was
the door and along the wall were the various posters and maps.  This was
followed by Shoga's desk and two rows of students' desks complete with all
sixteen students.  Most were talking with friends while two were hurriedly
finishing their homework.

	"Thought those two assignments were a little sloppy at the end,"
Shoga said.  "Don't worry, I won't tell."

Kennard smiled and caught the scene flicker.

	"Bang you're dead.  Continue."

	The doorknob turned and the door opened inwards as the class stood.
Dr. Shoga entered, nodded and the students sat.

	"Freeze the picture."

	Dr. Shoga froze in mid-step as the real Shoga walked through the
image of four students and to the far wall with the maps.  He stopped at
one and tapped it.

	"We studied day two of the second Battle of Bull Run today.  Did I
forget to put a new map up?"

	"Don't know, we never looked at the map," Kennard said and the
image vanished as he fell back in his chair.

	"Bang, you're dead again.  Don't feel bad though, I died about a
dozen times my first class, and you will die many times more during our
classes.  But that is why we train, so others don't notice you're rough
around the edges."

	Kennard started to nod.  "Wait a second, we just started the first
Battle of Bull Run today, second doesn't take place for another year."

	Shoga roared with laughter.  "And you had the map perfect too," he
said when he stopped laughing.  "See you in class tomorrow and back here on
Monday."

Kennard stood and a thought entered his mind causing him to smile.  "See
you then."



	After supper he pulled Randy, Phil and Paul to the side.

	"What's up?" Paul said.

	"You can't tell anybody else.  Dr. Shoga's going to hit us with a
surprise quiz in the morning," Kennard said.

	"You sure?" Phil asked and Kennard nodded.

	"How do you know?" Paul said.

	"You sure?" Randy said.

	"Yes, don't know what exactly, but figure on something we did this
week."

	"Then let's get cracking," Randy said and pulled Kennard away.

	"You really do have some precog," Randy said.

	"Looks that way, but don't know how to make it work and right now I
want to concentrate on being a projector so don't need two different talent
classes."

	"As long as you keep giving me the heads up on tests I won't talk
to uncle.  So who was your instructor?"

	Kennard looked skyward and shook his head.

	Randy hit his forehead with his palm.



	Sunday was the one day with no classes at the Boys School for the
Talented and neither was there a set time to wake up.  So teen boys being
teen boys Kennard and his roommates slept late, waking in time to get ready
for the start of lunch.  They met Skylar, Victor and the twins at their
usual table.

After again deflecting questions on how he'd known about the quiz Kennard
asked what they usually did on Sundays.

	"Well once a month we go to the mall, see a movie and get what we
need or want that they don't give us.  Go to Mickey Ds and eat something
totally bad for us.  But our week was last Sunday so that's out.  The other
weeks we just hang out and either just relax or do something on campus,"
Stephan said.

	"Phil and I are going over to the range and practice, archery
today.  Anybody want to join us?" Paul said.

	The other six nodded yes so after lunch they changed into their gym
clothes and walked over.  The range was behind the cafeteria and like the
playing fields you had to walk through a fence corridor to the range.  On
the left was the pistol and rifle range and on the right the archery.

	 As they were checking out their equipment Jorge asked Kennard if
he'd ever shot before.

	"You're a male in Alaska you hunt and they thought I was enough of
a freak without my refusing so I joined in during the bow and arrow hunts,
got a couple of kills, the antler racks are over the fireplace next to my
dad's."

	"Wicked," the twins said together.

	"How did it feel to take a life?  I know it was just an animal,
but," Skylar asked.

	"Good, I know that might not be politically correct but it felt
good to know that I used my skill to track and kill him.  And man did that
meat taste great," Kennard said.

	"Hell, we're not here to be politically correct about the sanctity
of life.  These ranges aren't for fun," Vincent said.

	"I know, just wonder how I'll feel when the time comes," Skylar
said.

	"Dad told me that when the time comes it is either your job and/or
your life and you just kill, feeling doesn't have a place.  When you're
safe you might regret but if you can't accept you don't belong in the
field.  If you can't accept that what you do might cause somebody's death,
maybe an innocent's death you shouldn't work for the Company," Kennard said
in soft but firm voice.

"Well, let's practice.  All they have up are the round targets today," Paul
said, picked his equipment up and walked down the line.

The rest followed with Phil at the end so when you looked at the eight
friends from the rear Paul was on the left and Phil on the right.  Since
Kennard was left-handed and Randy was right-handed they ended up facing
each other as they stood in their stalls.  Kennard picked up the headphones
in the stall.

"When they start shooting behind us the noise is loud and distracting and
yes so can field conditions be but they don't want our hearing damaged
prematurely.  There's a built in mike with a variety of frequencies so we
can talk to each other but right now we don't need them."

"Cool," Kennard said as he seated an arrow, raised the bow, drew the string
back and fired his arrow into the center of the bull's eye.

"Oh shit, a ringer," Skylar said from behind Kennard.

"Just luck."

With his next shot he was in the upper left corner of the next ring, then
the top right, bottom right, bottom left.  "See what I mean?"

"Yeah, a perfect X," a voice came from Kennard's left.

The boy's turned and saw Coach Cody standing there.  He walked up to
Kennard's station and pushed a button on the wall and the target started
moving backward.  When it stopped it was along the back fence.  "That's
competition distance.  Let's see if you can hit it."

"With this bow?" Kennard said.

"For now, not looking for accuracy," Coach Cody said.

Knowing everybody was watching Kennard took a deep breath, brought the
arrow as far back as he could and raised the trajectory a bit and after a
long moment let it fly.  Seemed to take forever before the arrow landed in
the bottom of the blue ring.

"How about this Coach," Randy said and an arrow floated up and shot out
toward the target where it embedded itself in the center.  Two more flew
out, one from each end, crossed and landed on either side of Randy's arrow.

"How about that Coach," Paul and Phil called out.

Coach Cody clapped and laughed.  "Very good all three of you.  I want you
to put your bows down and finish your quivers the same way.  Kennard, what
did you mean about 'this bow?'"

"These are excellent bows for school bows Sir, but they're not competition
bows," Kennard answered and pointed at the one Coach Cody was carrying.

"Quivers done," the kinetics called.

"Rest of you resume fire," Coach Cody called and handed Kennard the bow.
"I know it's not your settings but please don't adjust them."

Kennard hefted the bow, examined it and smiled.  "Sir, nice try but it is
my bow."

Without waiting for a response Kennard tightened the string, adjusted the
sight and seated an arrow.  This time the arrow landed squarely in the
center, as did the rest of his quiver.

"Quivers done," Kennard and the others shouted.

"How did you know it wasn't Coach's bow?" Jorge called.

"School bows can be used be either a lefty or a righty.  When you get to
competition bows it's one or the other.  Coach, as you should have realized
by now is right-handed where I'm left-handed and Coach would never expect
me to be able to do anything with his bow.  Then when I saw the marks for
where I like the settings I knew he'd gotten mine from home."

Coach Cody patted Kennard on the back, "Very good Ken, now back to practice
men.  Kinetics, keep the bows down but use your own targets.

"Wonder if they've got electronic bows so I could let the bows fire for
me," Stephan grumbled as they walked out to pick up their arrows.  "Look at
this, lucky if I hit the blue."

"Lucky if you hit the target," Skylar called and got the bird in return.

"Concentration, muscle strength and control are the key, after that its
just practice, lots of practice.  Used to shoot two nights a week and one
weekend day, almost all day when I was a kid," Kennard said.

"I'm left-handed, can I try your bow?" Victor said.

"Sure, but please don't touch the settings," he said to the shorter boy.
"Randy can you raise and hold him stable at my height

"Not that much shorter than you," Victor said.

"I know, but with my settings over seventy meters you'll hit the dirt even
if you do everything perfectly.  Rising up gives you a chance."

Victor nodded and Randy slowly raised him up.  Kennard handed him the bow
and showed him how to use the sight to aim.

"Arrow please," Victor said.

The Japanese-American telepath followed instructions and began to pull the
arrow back; the strain on his face and arms was very visible.  "All I can
do."

"Then release it," Kennard said.

The arrow flew out but began to die about fifty meters out.  Suddenly the
arrow rose, turned and came flying back.  Everybody ducked except Paul who
picked the hovering arrow out of the air.

"Just thought you'd like to try again with the same arrow," Paul said and
handed it back to Victor who was brushing the dirt from his scraped knees.

"Really shouldn't be handing a deadly weapon to somebody you just pissed
off," Stephan said.

"I would never do that to my friend and roommate," Victor said as Paul fell
to his knees gasping in pain, waving his hands in surrender.  "I'm a
telepath and we have other ways."



When the eight friends finished practicing they stopped at the computer
center to check on their email before picking up snacks at the cafeteria
and heading back to the dorm.  When they reached the doors they started
splitting up.

"Where are you guys going?" Randy asked.  It is Sunday afternoon."

Kennard turned to Jorge and tapped his head.

"We usually have an orgy before Sunday supper," Jorge pathed to Kennard.

"Where are you guys going?" Kennard said as he stripped off his shirt.

"Your room of course," Skylar, Victor, Paul and Phil said.

Before closing the door Stephan put the white towel on the outer doorknob.
By the time he turned he was the last one with any clothing on.

"I don't believe it," Kennard said pointing at Victor's crotch.  "You dye
your pubes too?"

"You didn't notice in gym?" Victor said.

Kennard blushed as he shook his head.  "Guess between the steam and steamy
sex," he finished with a shrug.

"Want to get a closer look?"

Kennard knelt in front of Victor and took a good look as he started licking
the boy's cock.  He opened his mouth and started getting a closer and
closer look as Victor started face fucking him.  Pretty soon the purple and
black pubes were in his face.  He took a deep breath of the musty smell and
began working on the cock in his mouth.

After several minutes Victor pulled off, turned Kennard around and started
a deep kiss as they lay down.  Kennard could see his friends coupled off in
sixty-nines and flowed into one when Victor pushed him down.  He greedily
inhaled Victor's cock again but gasped when he felt the hot breath engulf
his own hardening rod.

For a brief second Kennard hoped whatever guardian was watching was
enjoying the scene but a finger at his entrance brought him back to the
room.  He stopped while Victor pushed two fingers into his willing ass and
gasped as he felt them rub his prostate.

Then he realized he could feel both of Victor's hands on his nipples.
Realized the boy was pathing the feeling of the fingers, and didn't mind a
bit.  Kennard rubbed Vic's ass as he began to pound the boy's face.

Suddenly Kennard shot his load down Victor's throat, four hard shots of cum
flew across Victor's tongue and down his gullet.

As soon as he was done shooting Kennard pulled off Victor, rolled onto his
back, raised his legs and offered him his hole even though it still felt
occupied.  The feeling remained until Victor placed his hard leaking cock
there.

The empty feeling made Kennard groan in pain and then moan in delight as a
real live cock entered him.  As he watched Victor fuck him he saw Skylar
walk up and insert his hard cock into Victor who sighed with delight.  Then
Randy started fucking Skylar and then Paul, Jorge, Stephan and finally Phil
completed the chain.

Once they were all connected they started fucking in rhythm with short hard
strokes.  Necks and backs were kissed and sucked on.  Kennard raised his
head to meet Victor's and they kissed as the fucking got harder.

Even Kennard's spent cock rose again under the heavy rubbing his prostate
was enduring.  And the boys paced themselves, making the sex last in sweet
ecstasy.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming, oh shit oh fucking shit I'm cumming," Jorge
screamed.  The cum shooting into Paul's ass and his ass clamping onto
Stephan's started a chain reaction both ways and all eight boys shot their
loads.