Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2016 22:53:05 -0400
From: Logan Montgomery <logan.a.montgomery@gmail.com>
Subject: St. Olympus' Academy for Boys / Chapter 1

The flight was long, and it didn't make things better being sandwiched
between a crying baby and a loud snoring woman in coach. On top of that I
was alone. For some strange reason I got accepted to St. Olympus' Academy
for Boys, a very prestigious school that was very proud that they only let
in 20 students a year. But on top of that, the year system was odd.


Instead of being a normal high school with grades nine through twelve. St.
Olympus' Academy for Boys only had three years: 11th, 12th, and the first
year of college. Though little was known about this weird school, there was
lots of rumors, ones I unfortunately did not hear about before hand.


I dragged my single carry on off the terminal and quickly swung by the
baggage claim to grab my other two suitcases. Once out of the horde of
drowsy travelers, I walked to the front entrance of the airport, rubbing
the sleep out of my eyes while moving to the automatic doors.


The cold air hit me almost as if it was a bucket of cold water. Shivering
to keep warm I quickly walked to the young man with my last name printed on
the sign.


"Mr. Smyth?" He was tall, well everyone is tall when you are my height.
Maybe 6 foot 2? He was clearly of Mediterranean descent with his deeply
tanned skin and dark brown hair. His eyes were a hazel color that reminded
me of soil, and dread for some reason. He smiled when I walked over to him,
gave me a quick once over and smiled more (he wasn't even discreet!).


Now I'm not vain, but I know I am attractive. My skin is pale, very pale.
But that only gives me more of a contrast for my hair and eyes. People just
seemed to be attracted to me. I remember in second grade, everyone in my
class wrote love letters to me, and the number has only grown since then.
Well, maybe I'm a bit vain.


Now, the driver. If I could pull his trousers down now and put him in my
mouth, I would. For some reason I was attracted to this man. I've of course
been attracted to people before, lots of people, but this man was something
else. His body just screamed sex, and ever since seeing him my hole has
just been aching to be filled. His hard muscles were bulging through his
suit and I could feel my cock getting hard in my shorts.


Lately, for some reason, I've been getting more sexual. For some reason my
body and mind were just craving another body on top of my own.


Coughing loudly, the driver awoke me from my sex-filled stupor. The driver
was smirking right at me, as if he could tell exactly what I was thinking
about.


"Yes, that's me. I'm guessing you're the one taking me to the Academy?" I
nervously checked him out again. Damn, he has a nice bulge.


"Yes, Mr. Smyth." He opened the car door for me after he placed my luggage
in the truck of the BMW. It must pay well to be the driver for the Academy.
Or maybe it's the Academy's car.


"Please, call me Jamie." I said to him as I quickly buckled myself in. He
walked around to the driver's seat and sat down. He turned around once more
and winked at me.


"Very well, Jamie." He smiled at me again with that sexy smirk of his. What
is happening to me, I can only think about sex now, I got to pull it
together.


The drive was silent after that, and after my boner calming down the car
drive was rather peaceful. Trees in various stages of decay were
everywhere. Leaves of yellow, red, orange, even some green were stuck to
the trees. Leaves scattered the ground, making a multi-colored carpet
stretching for miles around. I still couldn't believe that I was to liver
in this beautiful place for the next three years. Staring at the leaves,
time past quickly. But apparently for Mr. Driver it was too slow.


"I should have assumed." He continued driving with his eyes fixated on the
road. He must be one of those people who hates silence. This made me
agitated. I was on a plane for seven hours straight, I was not able to
sleep at all. I had a pounding headache and my Ibuprofen was in the truck
with my belongings. This guy might be ridiculously hot but I frankly was in
no mood to talk.


"What, Mr. ...?" I could hear the agitation in my voice.


"Just call me Aesculapius, if it pleases you."


"What, Aesculapius" I sighed


"That you would be a redhead." Really, he wanted to talk about my red hair.


"Not all Smyths that hail from Ireland are redheads, Aesculapius." He could
tell I was annoyed now, but he still smirked in his rear view mirror. As
much as I was determined to keep the conversation short with him, I was
starting to enjoy his pestering attitude.


"That is where we differ." The car returned to silence. I'm not sure if I
should be offended or amused by this driver's lack of knowledge. Of course
not all Smyths are redheads. Right when I was starting to miss him, he
started talking once again. "But I did not expect those eyes. They are
piercing; I'm sure all the women back home love them." I couldn't help but
chuckle at his comment his naivety. I wasn't out at my old school, but I
promised myself that I would try to be honest with everyone about my sexual
identity at once I got to the Academy. I guess now is a good time as ever.


"I tend to prefer, well only prefer, the same-sex, Aesculapius."


"Oh, I'm sorry I assumed you are straight. I have no problem with people
who are gay."


"That's good to know." Now it was my turn to smile. This man was obviously
checking me out earlier but denies that he was attracted to men. Classic.


The drive continued for another 15 minutes without any talking, both
stealing glances when the other was not looking.


"I'm sorry to say this kid, but you are pretty short for a 16-year-old."
Asclepius said. Once again it was obvious that this driver did not like
silence.


"Five foot four, is a normal height." I replied. All my life I have been
short, and honestly I'm happy being short.


"Maybe for a normal woman. But for a guy, you, sir, are short."


"Yes, I am short, but why does that make a difference?"


"I've been driving students like yourself to St. Olympus' Academy for ... a
long time. Most of the boys in your grade are a foot taller than you."
Great. I'm going to be surrounded by giants. I'm going to be like a weed
trying to reach the sun in a forest.


I knew almost nothing about this weird school. I don't even know how I got
in? But for some reason my mom practically forced me to head of to this odd
boarding school. She said that my father wanted me to go to this school,
that this was his one wish. He also said that he was willing to pay for all
three years of tuition, all supplies that I might need and anything else I
might want for living at the school.


I never met my father, hell, I don't even know his name. All I know is that
he is some rich CEO in New York and apparently he also went to St. Olympus'
Academy for Boys.


Now I'm stuck in a BMW, going to a completely unknown school, where I know
no one, all because my father, which I also don't know, wants me to. Great.


The rest of the two-hour car drive past in silence, with me staring at the
fall leaves and Aesculapius humming to some pop song on the radio. I
realized then that my headache and weariness were gone. Somewhere along the
trip my head stopped pounding and I got energy flowing back into my veins.
Almost as soon as I realized this, the car turned into an old driveway. One
that was long and winding, snaking through the forest to what I guessed was
the Academy.


Five minutes later the BMW emerged from the undergrowth of the trees to be
in front of a large series of mansions. In the center was gigantic building
made of brick, ivy clinging to the red blocks on the sides, giving it a
late 18th century feel. But this building would have been a place back
then. Six stories high and curving in to make a half circle what I'm
guessing to be a court-yard, As long as five football fields put together,
making a giant semi-circle. Marble columns were everywhere and large
windows seemed to be common at this Academy. I can't believe that I was
going to live here for three years.


"Here we are, your home sweet home for the next three years. Oh and don't
worry, people will be out to take your luggage soon."


"Thanks, Aesculapius."


"Go straight ahead into the big building right in front of you."


Walking up the long, stone staircase that lead to the french doors on the
building took almost 10 minutes, and when I looked around there was no sign
of Aesculapius or his car. I tentatively pushed open the door and saw what
must be the rest of my class.


19 boys were sitting down in chairs, all facing an empty podium. The chairs
were placed in a great hall that reached all the way up to the six-story
limit. Greek statues were placed in alcoves all around the room, and a
stain glass dome depicting the constellations was on the ceiling.


The 19 boys chatted to himself. There were boys of all ethnics but the
majority were clearly from European roots. Apart from their different
backgrounds, they were all tall, ranging from 6 feet even to 6 foot 9. The
driver really was not kidding when he said all the kids were tall. Walking
over to the last empty chair (which also had my name on it), I sat down,
but before I could exhale the person next to me stuck out his hand and
introduced himself.


"Hi there! My name is Tyler."


"Jamie, pleased to meet you." I replied. I reached my hand out to shake
his. Wow. This guy is really hot as well. I could tell that underneath his
plain white cotton t-shirt, he was muscular. No bodybuilder but still with
plenty of size on him, in a good way. Looking around, I realized that all
the other 19 boys are insanely attractive. I have never in my life seen
such a group of hot men together. All of them built and better looking than
underwear models.


"Likewise. Judging from your accent I'm guessing you are not from the
U.S.?" He asked. Pulling me from my wandering mind.


"You're right. I'm from Ireland. Dublin to be exact."


"Oh, I never been but I always..."


"Good morning, gentlemen." In walked from a door to the left was a very
tall man, glasses skewed and out of breath from, what I am guessing,
running late to the introduction of his school. "I am Dean Chiron,
obviously the Dean of St. Olympus' Academy for Boys. Now, Some of you know
exactly what this school is and others do not. To make it simple, you were
all chosen to attend here because you are all the sons of some of the most
powerful god in Greek mythology."


A loud chuckling from the group of teenage boys emerged, me being a part of
many of them laughing at what must be a joke.


"Half of you are probably thinking I am insane now. But lately, have you
been experiencing abilities that are not normal. Lighting striking when you
sneeze. Being able to breath underwater. Even feeling overwhelming lust or
other's overcome by lust towards you."


At this last line the Dean stared right into my eyes, as if he already knew
my past, present and future.


"Like I said, you are all children of the gods."


Suddenly, all over the room, the marble statues started cracking. Chunks of
stone falling of the gods of antiquity. But wherever the stone fell of,
blinding light shone through. Until the entire room was clouded over by the
white light.


"Boys," Dean Chiron said over the mass confusion. Us twenty were running in
every which direction, huddling in groups and praying that we would not die
by this unknown force. "I think it's time for you to meet your parents."



****


There is chapter one, ya'll. Email me if you have any ideas, suggestions,
criticism. Everything is appreciated. I honestly need all the help I can
get. Also, if you any of you readers want, email me with names and country
of origins for the other 18 boys I did not get to yet.


Also if you have a spare moment. Nifty needs all the donations they can
get. Anything at all helps a lot.


P.S. The sex will be coming.