Chapter 1
The Big Bad Wolf

The company van fishtailed and careened through the winding road snaking through the thick forest trying to evade the two security trucks in high pursuit. Dr. Haywood ducked down with a wince as another bullet broke through the back window. Calypso, the doctor's eleven-year-old passenger, let out a shriek as he squeezed himself tighter under the dashboard in front of the passenger seat.

"Cal, stay down!" Dr. Haywood shouted almost in a panic as he struggled to keep the van under control.

"David, why are they shooting at us?" Calypso shouted in alarm.

"Just stay down. Everything's going to be alright." Dr. Haywood knew that was highly unlikely, but he tried to calm the boy's nerves, nonetheless.

Under normal circumstances, this would've been such a pleasant drive through the forest with the setting sun painting such beautiful crimson hues through the thinning clouds.

Dr. Haywood looked through the side mirror and saw the two trucks closing in. There was no way he was going to outrun them. He knew he had to find a way to keep this sweet innocent boy from being terminated by these goons – he just had to.

The momentary distraction made him almost run off the road causing him to swerve sharply, almost causing the van to tip over. Then he noticed a wooden sign indicating an upcoming trail leading into who knows where. Without even thinking, he made the turn and floored the gas pedal towards the darkening trees. He saw through the mirror that the trucks had also made the turn and continued the chase.

Another shot rang out, and that's when everything started spinning out of control. The bullet had blown one of the tires, which caused the van to flip on its side. The momentum carried the van into the edge of the forest before coming to a full stop completely overturned.

Dr. Haywood immediately extinguished the headlights and managed to pull himself out through the broken window. He winced in pain from a sprained wrist and felt some blood oozing down his face, but it wasn't bad enough to incapacitate him. He stumbled to the other side and saw Calypso pulling himself out through the passenger window. He looked scared but alert. He quickly assessed his condition and only found a few scrapes and scratches.

"David, I'm scared. Are they gonna shoot us? Are we gonna die?" he asked in a panic.

The doctor's heart sank, and he felt a lump on his throat as he regarded this sweet innocent angel with green eyes, his freckled face, and his bushy brown hair that covered his ears and curled up at the bottom. He had managed to smuggle him out of the Hespera Institute just in time. Calypso had been declared a failed experiment, and the Board of Directors had mandated his termination. The boy would've eaten his dinner at the chow hall, brushed his teeth, taken a lethal dose of medication, and gone to bed with his favorite stuffed turtle – never to wake up ever again.

Dr. Haywood's blood boiled with anger at the callousness of those heartless monsters. So, there were a few glitches with his gene resequencing experiment, but that's no reason to kill this poor innocent child. Unfortunately, this had happened many times before with underground gene manipulation experiments, each of which had not produced the desired results.

Although this latest experiment with Calypso had been a failure, much had been learned through previous experiments, and progress was being made to finally come up with a viable DNA sequence that would provide the world's wealthiest citizens the elixir of life – the fountain of youth. They would pay handsomely for such a treasure and Hespera would soon become the richest and most prominent company in the world.

But there was a terrible cost. Each of the child subjects of failed experiments was ultimately terminated and dissected for further studies. Dr. Haywood knew that the dissection of Calypso's body would give them the breakthrough they've been waiting for and the Institute would try to get him back at all costs. Dr. Haywood was determined not to let this happen to this innocent child whom he had grown quite attached to since the day he was taken out of his artificial womb.

"David, they're coming!" shouted Calypso frantically pointing with his finger.

Dr. Haywood turned around and saw a few men with flashlights heading their way. He immediately grabbed Calypso's hand and told him to run. The deeper they ran into the forest, the darker it became. The terrain was rough and uneven, and the boy was having trouble keeping his balance. Then they started hearing some howling in the distance. Wolves. Calypso immediately snapped his arms around Dr. Haywood's legs with terror in his eyes. Dr. Haywood began having serious doubts about their chances of survival.

Several shots rang out again. Dr. Haywood wrapped his arm around the boy's waist and carried him off, running as fast as he could, trying desperately not to fall. After a few yards, he started panting with exhaustion. He stopped in front of a wide tree and put the boy down. He sat and leaned against the tree, feeling a sharp pain on his side. He reached back to massage it and his hand came back full of dark blood. Dr. Haywood had been shot.

Calypso was on his knees frozen with shock as he too noticed the doctor's bloody hand. "David," he said with tears in his eyes. "David, they shot you. Are you going to die? I … I don't want you to die. What's gonna happen to you? You can't leave me alone," he sobbed.

Dr. Haywood reached out with his good arm and brought the frightened child into a warm embrace. He could already feel his energy draining rapidly from his body. He brought the boy up and looked into his tearful eyes.

"Cal, listen. Stop crying and listen to me, okay? If you happen to find someone to help you, remember the story you're supposed to tell them. Don't trust anyone.

Cal, you have a special gift. You know that. You have abilities that we've only begun to understand, and people are afraid of what they don't understand. It's not your fault, okay?

"Look, I know it's against the rules and against everything I've taught you, but when those men get close, you can't let them capture you. You'll have to use your thought thrower on them."

"What?! My thought thrower? But you said that's dangerous. You said I should never, ever, ever use it. You said it could …"

"I know what I said. Right now, I'm permitting you this one time, okay? After that, use it only when you feel you are in danger. You haven't quite got the hang of it and it's still very unstable. Just try to focus as I taught you.

"Cal, you have to do this. If you don't, you're going to die, you hear me?"

Dr. Haywood winced as he felt a sharp pain. He was already feeling delirious from the loss of blood. He reached up and slowly started removing an amulet he was wearing and put it around Calypso's neck. "I want you to wear this at all times and never leave it out of your sight."

The amulet was a metallic symbol in the shape of a small dagger with a loop on top. ☥

"But why?"

"Because this necklace has all the answers."

"Answers to what?"

"To everything," Dr. Haywood sighed with a rattle in his breath from a punctured lung.

"I found the missing piece, Cal. I found what they've been looking for and I took it from them. The world isn't ready for this yet. Look for the Trankhston Foundation in Seattle. Find the Director and give this to him. He'll know what to do."

There was another round of howling from a distance. Calypso looked over his shoulder in a panic and quickly pressed himself against the only person in the world he trusted and loved.

"There's one more thing," Dr. Haywood said weakly. "After you use your thought thrower, I want you to run towards the howls. Listen for the howls and follow that sound, do you understand?"

"Follow the howls? No… I'm scared of the howls. Why are you saying that?"

"I don't have time to explain." Dr. Haywood touched Calypso's cheek tenderly. "Cal… I'm so sorry. You know that I love you very much and even after I'm gone, I will always be with you right here," he said, patting the boy's heart.

"Nooo," the boy cried. "You have to take care of me."

His arm fell to the side as his breathing became more labored. "Promise me you'll… just follow… follow the howls," he slurred right before passing out.

For the first time in his life, Calypso was now feeling totally alone. His entire life, he had always been attended to by adults. All his meals had been prepared for him every day at the same time. He was used to following a daily routine, living in a structured environment with adults making all the decisions for him. Now all that was gone.

"What do I do?" he whispered fearfully, looking around. "What am I supposed to do? David… David, wake up," he wailed, trying to shake Dr. Haywood awake. "Wake up… please wake up… David, pleeeease, you can't leave me alone!" he cried. "I don't want to be alone," he squealed into Dr. Haywood's chest.

***

Calypso's head snapped up and saw reflections of flashlights getting closer. The men who had shot David were closing in. His fear and sadness started turning to anger. David had been there for him ever since he could remember. He had been like a father to him, and now he was gone forever, and Calypso was going to make these men pay for what they've done.

David had given him permission to use his thought thrower at them, which was quite remarkable to him. That was like the most forbidden thing in the whole world. He recalled how every time he had used it in the past, all the people around him would start acting all weird and doing nasty things with each other.

Suddenly, he heard the crack of a gun and was pelted by debris when the bullet hit the tree. He quickly pressed himself against another tree further down. Calypso closed his eyes and concentrated. There was no outward indication of what was happening, but he could feel the sensations in his body as he brought his thought thrower to bear. He took a peek around the tree and saw about five men in their uniforms from the Institute slowly closing in. That's when they started their strange behavior. He recognized the man in the lead as the one in charge of security at the Institute.

The security chief knew exactly where the boy was hiding. There was still enough light to see him scamper behind the tree after firing his pistol at him. Not knowing where Dr. Haywood was, he motioned three of the men to circle to the right while he and the other guard went to the left. Then they all started closing in slowly. The security guard behind the chief suddenly took a keen interest in the man's butt.

Then the chief felt something so unexpected that he whipped around in surprise and glared at the security guard behind him.

"Hey, what the fuck, man! Did you just grab my ass?" he snapped. He saw right away how this strapping young security guard was staring at him lustfully while rubbing his crotch. The chief started noticing just how gorgeous and beautiful and sexy the guy appeared to him. The happily married man wondered why he had never noticed this before.

His hardon started pressing against his uniform pants and that was just unacceptable. Both men pressed their lips together and they hungrily started grabbing and feeling each other's body. He could see through his peripheral vision that the other three guards were doing the same. A part of the chief felt utter disgust from what was happening, but another part felt overpowering arousals.

"Chief, what the hell's going on?" asked his subordinate as they continued kissing and fondling each other.

"I don't know," the Chief panted. "All I know is that I want to fuck you in the ass so badly –I think it has something to do with the boy," he said as he stuck his hand into the other man's pants and squeezed his boner.

The intensity was getting so strong that it was becoming unbearable. The pleasure waves shooting through their bodies were so strong that it was having the paradoxical effect of becoming painful. By now, most of them had their pants down and pressing against each other.

Calypso watched behind the tree with a satisfied grin at the group of men doing all these nasty things with each other's privates. The spectacle unfolding before him had him captivated. He leered at their nakedness and observed with fascination the way they were sticking each other's boners in their mouths. He had never seen anything like it. He could feel his penis getting hard.

Then they started squirming on the ground as if they were in pain with white liquid shooting out of their penises. Calypso knew right away that the thought thrower he used was too strong even though he deliberately only used about half of its potential. He knew he needed to move away from them or else they would get really hurt.

He heard the howls again and they sounded a lot closer, which filled him with terror. He quickly got on his feet and started running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. He kept imagining a pack of wolves running behind him and snapping at his ankles as he tried to run. He remembered what David had told him about following the howls. Why in the world would he tell him that? If those wolves find him, they'll eat him alive for sure.

Suddenly he found himself bouncing off a tall, dark, imposing figure. Calypso looked up and saw a sixth security guard from the Institute. The security chief had instructed him to go around and try to intercept the doctor and the boy. The man stepped towards him and Calypso backed away until he bumped into a tree.

He recognized the look on the guard's eyes and knew that he had somehow been affected by his thought thrower. He sensed that the guard's priorities had changed from trying to kill him to try to seduce him. The guard stood right in front of him with a dazed expression and overpowering urges as Calypso stood motionless, too scared to move.

The man got on his knees and slipped his hands under the boy's shirt, caressing his smooth chest and stomach. He could feel himself breathing more heavily as he marveled at the boy's delicate skin. He dug his fingers into his checkered pajama pants and slid them down along with his boxer briefs. He stared at Calypso's penis and wondered why it wasn't hard. He looked like he was about to burst with lust.

"Hhhhooooo god … Uuuuhhh, you are hot as fuck, you know that?" he moaned. The guard took the boy's boner in his mouth and started giving him a blowjob while caressing his butt cheeks and digging into his crack. He pulled his pants down and started jerking himself with one hand while fondling the boy with the other. The smoothness and the silkiness and the velvety feel of his little hard dick and his balls were more than he could stand. He wanted more – a lot more.

As much as Calypso wanted to run, his sexual curiosity got the best of him. He could sense the guard's arousals and… that made him feel good. He started to enjoy these feelings that he had never felt before but always wondered about. He remembered watching movies on tv where a man and a lady were kissing each other and being intimate, but he never understood the concept.

Then he felt himself being thrown to the ground on his stomach and his eyes widened when he felt the man's dick pressing hard on his butt hole. He didn't like this at all. He tried to push himself up, but the man was just too heavy. The effects of his thought thrower should've worn off by now. He heard the man spitting and felt his fingers lubricating his butt. Then he felt the man pressing harder with his boner.

"Ow… ooowww, stop! That hurts! Stop!" he shouted.

Without his doing, he felt his body activating his thought thrower by itself, and then the man stopped, just like that. Suddenly the man scrambled away and quickly got on his feet and pulled up his pants. For some reason, the man had a face of disgust and loathing mixed with anger.

"Go away," the guard said angrily. "I said, go away. I never want to see you again. Get out of here. I said, get out!"

Calypso quickly pulled up his boxers and pajamas and ran off. He looked over his shoulder and saw the man sitting against a tree holding his knees as if he had been the one traumatized. Calypso just wanted to go home and crawl into his comfortable bed.

"I wanna go home… I wanna go home… I just wanna go home," he whimpered.

***

The light of the setting sun was slowly fading away and it was getting harder for Calypso to find his footing. Every unfamiliar sound coming from the trees frightened him, which made him run even faster. As he turned to look over his shoulder, he slipped and fell and started rolling down an incline for a few yards. When he came to rest, he stood up and looked around. The whole area had suddenly become deadly quiet. He heard a snap behind him, and when he turned around, he felt a cold chill going up his spine.

Standing on the upper part of the incline was a wolf staring down at him from the semidarkness of the forest, baring its teeth with a low growl. Although he could only see the silhouette, it looked mean and creepy and furry with yellow eyes. Then another wolf appeared, and then three more. The pack of black and grey wolves went into stalking mode and started surveying and assessing the best striking point around their prey.

The boy was petrified with fear as the wolves slowly started moving towards him. "P-please don't eat me. Nice… nice wolf… please don't eat me. Please…"

Calypso did the only thing he knew how – he turned and ran. And then the wolves ran after him. Calypso knew he was in trouble and he was now in panic mode as he kept stumbling and falling as he desperately tried to run away.

"Nooo! Get awaaay," he shrieked. "Get awaaay!"

Then another wolf jumped out in front of him, causing Calypso to fall on his back. He looked in despair with wide eyes as the pack of wolves was closing in, getting ready to eat him. His survival instincts compelled him to get up and start running again. His attempts to flee were futile. He looked over his shoulder and saw the largest wolf jumping in the air, with its mouth aiming straight for his face.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" he screamed as he felt himself being thrown to the ground yet again. A flock of birds bursts out from the trees as the screams slowly faded away. As Calypso's body landed on the ground, he hit his head hard on a rock. The last thing he saw was a ferocious wolf staring down at him before mercifully being pulled under the warm blanket of unconsciousness.

Chapter 2
Pissing Contest

Riley tilted his head like a dog from what he thought sounded like a scream coming from the forest. He got up from his chair and looked around the surroundings for a moment.

"Did you guys hear that," he asked.

"Hear what, honey," his mom said.

"I thought I heard something like, like a… Never mind. It was probably nothing," he said, sitting back down.

William and Laura Inglewood sat around the campfire, enjoying their salad. The sun had just dipped into the horizon at the campground and after four days of hiking, fishing and roasting marshmallow over the fire, this would be the last night of their camping trip. Except for the tents and sleeping bags, the wood-paneled station wagon was already packed and loaded for an early departure the next morning.

They were on a small plateau at the base of the mountainous terrain surrounded by a lush forest with towering Douglas firs, which afforded them a majestic panoramic view of the landscape. This had become the family's favorite campsite every summer. The tip of the full moon was becoming visible over the tall trees. Their son Riley and his best friend Benjamin sat on their folding chairs around the fire next to each other, staring at their peanut butter and apple preserves sandwiches with distaste. Benjamin looked at Riley with a questioning look. Then Riley turned to his mom.

"Mom, what's this? A PBJ sandwich with wheat bread? What's the deal? You never give us wheat bread. It tastes gross."

"Riley, we have to start being careful about what we eat. Wheat bread is healthier for your bodies," his mom said forking into her salad.

"Oh my god," said Riley rolling his eyes. "You guys are weird; you know that? And what's with the salads? Whoever heard of campers eating healthy? They eat hamburgers and bonbons and Twinkies and sandwiches with normal bread. Why can't you guys eat like that?"

"We ran out of the white bread, okay? Just eat your sandwiches," mumbled his dad with his mouth full of leaves.

Benjamin started squirming in his chair. "Um, sorry guys but, I need to go pee," he said, getting up.

"Okay, Benji. Riley, go with him. I don't want him going by himself."

"Yeah, sure, mom. I need to pee too," Riley said, putting his sandwich down and picking up the flashlight. "Come on, Benji."

Benjamin was Riley's next-door neighbor and they had become best friends since they could remember. They knew each other's strengths and weaknesses and could practically read each other's minds. They were good looking boys by general standards. Riley had dark shoulder-length hair with long bangs that were parted in the middle and feathered back. Benjamin had short sandy brown hair with his bangs cemented upwards by more than enough moose.

The boys started bumping each other and giggled on their way to the edge of the clearing around a large boulder.

"Dude, stop shining the light in my eyes," complained Benji. "Give me that flashlight."

"No way, man. I wanna hold it. You can hold it on the way back."

Benji reached over and snapped the flashlight from Riley's hand.

"Hey, give it back! I'm gonna tell my mom," Riley shouted.

"I'm gonna tell my mom," Benji mimicked mockingly. "You always say 'I'm gonna tell my mom.' Here, you big baby," he said, tossing the flashlight back to Riley.

"Are we gonna pee or not?" Riley said, walking ahead.

"Fine. Let's just get this over with." Benji was eleven years old, who usually deferred to what Riley wanted. Even though Riley was over a year older than him, Benji was maturing a lot faster than his best friend.

Normally when boys pee out in the open, they pull down their zippers and start peeing. Whenever these two were by themselves, they liked to pull down their pants and underwear to their ankles. They would do the same thing when they went to pee in the bathroom whenever they spent the night at each other's house.

Riley put the flashlight down on the ground and both boys started unbuttoning their jeans and pulling them down. They stared at each other and started counting.

"One, two, three," they chanted and pulled their underwear off together.

Both boys always counted right before exposing themselves in front of each other. They both took glances at each other's privates, but it was Riley who usually felt his dick getting hard.

"Hey Riley, you have a boner. Let's have a party and invite some girls," Benji exclaimed.

"Let's just have a party of our own," Riley said as he thrust his boner towards Benji's butt.

"Hey, stop you weirdo," Riley said laughing.

As usual, they tried to see who could pee the farthest. At first, they were about even, but then Riley's stream started going farther.

"Booyah!" he shouted triumphantly. "I win."

"Yeah, well your dick's bigger than mine, that's why." Benji pointed out.

"It's not that much bigger. Let's compare," Riley said as he bent down to take a closer look.

"First I gotta shake all the pee off, so I don't get any on my hands," he said as he lightly pinched Benji's cut penis and started shaking it.

Benji stood frozen, trying to make sense of what was happening here. This had never happened before. Neither of them had ever touched each other's penis. Riley started measuring with his fingers and showed Benji the results.

"Now you do it," Riley said, thrusting his hips outward.

"I've wanted to ask you – why is your penis covered and mine isn't?"

"Cause yours is circumcised, doofus."

"What's that?"

"I'll tell you later. Just do it."

Benji looked down at Riley's penis and noticed his prominent erection. He gingerly grabbed his boner and started shaking it. Riley closed his eyes for a moment with obvious delight. Benji placed one finger at the tip of Riley's glans and placed his thumb over his balls.

"Hey, that's not how you're supposed to measure it. Try measuring it with our hands like this." Riley reached under and cupped Benji's nut sack with his hand.

"Dude, I don't think we should be doing this. That's just weird," Benji said, pushing Riley's hand away.

"Oh, pfff… yeah, dude. Totally. I was just joshing with you. Besides, my gramma's probably watching us from heaven right now."

"And Santa Clause might be watching us too. He might put us on his naughty list."

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that," Riley said thoughtfully.

Benji had started to have serious doubts about the existence of Santa Clause. Riley still had a firm belief in Old St. Nick. Benji had decided to let his friend figure it out on his own.

There was an awkward silence. Riley suddenly felt embarrassed and disappointed that his best friend didn't have the same feelings as he did. He always enjoyed seeing Benji naked whenever they spent the night at each other's house, especially when they took baths together. Benji had always shown more interest in girls than he had, and Riley was feeling very confused about it.

"Are you still gonna tell your mom?" Benji asked with a crooked smile.

"Yeah, right," Riley replied jokingly. "So, are we done?"

"Hold on. I think I still have a few more squirts left."

"Yeah, me too. All that Gatorade we drank is making me piss like a…

Riley suddenly froze in mid-sentence when he noticed something strange started happening. The usual chorus of hooting owls, of birds chirping and all the crickets started going away. Benji noticed it too. They started hearing rustling sounds up the hill. Benji quickly grabbed the flashlight from the floor.

"Hey, give me that," snapped Riley.

"But it's my turn. You said."

"Not yet. I said on the way back."

Both boys tried prying the flashlight from each other's hands, causing it to fall to the ground. The impact extinguished the light and the only illumination was the light of the full moon.

"Now look what you did, you idiot," said Riley picking up the flashlight and tapping it with his hand. They heard some more rustling and it was getting closer.

"What is that? Hurry, turn it on. Turn it on," Benji hissed.

"I'm trying," said Riley tapping frantically on the flashlight.

The light finally came on. Riley put the flashlight up to his face and started scanning the surrounding trees with the light beam. He knew that if there were animals nearby, he would be able to see the reflection in their eyes. Then his heart stopped when he saw exactly that. Two glowing orbs were staring down at him from the thickness of the trees. Then two more eyes appeared followed by even more glowing eyes. Benji noticed Riley's reaction right away.

"What? Dude, what do you see? Is it a bear?"

"I… I don't know," Riley said shakily. "It looks more like a w…"

Then a large black wolf slowly stepped out of the shadows. The boys stood frozen in fear with their pants and underwear still down to their ankles. Then some more wolves started emerging.

"Riley… Riley…" Benji squealed silently in stark terror. He attempted to bend down to pull up his underwear and suddenly froze when the wolf let out a low guttural growl.

"D-don't… don't move a muscle," Riley whispered, following the wolf with wide eyes.

The large wolf approached cautiously, its eyes shifting between the two boys. Riley stood frozen, holding on to the flashlight shakily with a tight grip. They could hear soft growling, but that seemed to be the extent of its aggressiveness. The wolf walked behind Benji and started sniffing his naked butt. Then another wolf walked in front of Riley and started sniffing his shriveled penis. Then both wolves started licking at their privates.

"Ohhh god, are they tasting us?" Benji asked, almost crying. "B-before they eat us?"

"Shut up," Riley whispered. Both boys were trembling with fear, feeling disturbingly aroused and confused at the same time.

Then the wolves stepped away, licking their chops and started walking back to the trees. Riley slowly pointed the flashlight towards the retreating wolves with a great sense of relief washing over him. And that's when they saw him. A boy around their age was being nudged forward by one of the wolves. His hair was frazzled, his clothes were dirty and tattered with his face smudged with dirt.

***

Calypso looked frightened and confused and winced at the sharp pain in his head. He brought his hand up to block the blinding light and immediately noticed that the two boys were naked from the waist down. He just stood there staring at them and felt confused about how good that was making him feel. These two boys were feeling arousals towards him, something he had never sensed before from anyone. He started getting those good feelings in his own body and he didn't understand why or what it meant.

He tried remembering similar events in the past and soon realized that he couldn't remember any. In fact, he couldn't even remember who he was or where he came from. The last thing he remembered was waking up in the middle of the forest and finding himself surrounded by a bunch of wolves. He had almost panicked and then realized that they didn't want to hurt him after all when they started licking his face affectionately.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't figure out why they hadn't eaten him. Then he found himself being guided by these wolves in a coordinated fashion, pushing and nudging in a specific direction. On the way, he noticed a bunch of rabbits and other animals humping each other out in the open. It was too dark to make out any details, but there was enough light from the moonbeams filtering through the tall trees to make out the shadows. The wolf nudged him from behind one more time and then quickly turned to join the rest of the pack.

He couldn't remember ever being in direct contact with anyone his age. He had a vague recollection of always being surrounded by adults, but he couldn't remember any faces or details. Calypso walked slowly towards the half-naked boys who were staring intently at him. He noticed that their penises were now fully erected and appreciated the smoothness around their pubic area just like him. He recognized the expressions on their faces and somehow sensed their arousals growing stronger in his mind.

Riley and Benji stared at Calypso with their drooling mouths open. They had never felt such desires for such a wonderful sexual creature and were both transfixed by his beauty. They quickly kicked off their pants and underwear as they walked slowly towards Calypso like zombies. They were both fawning over him as they continuously stimulated their privates with their hands.

"Who are you?" asked Riley with awe.

Calypso searched his memory and came up blank. "I… I don't know," Calypso said, not trying to hide his arousals.

"Well, we can figure it out later," Benji said as he pulled off Calypso's shirt while cupping his hand over his bulge.

"What are you doing?" Calypso asked with a hard swallow.

"It's all right. We're just getting to know each other better," said Riley from behind as he wrapped his arms around Calypso's waist and slowly pulled off his pajamas and underwear.

Calypso stood motionless, trying to figure out what was going on.He could sense that these two boys were not a danger to him and allowed himself to be stripped. He marveled at how good it felt to be pleasured in such an erotic fashion and instinctively started touching both of these boys as well.

Although he didn't understand why this was happening, he knew that he was somehow causing these two naked boys to act so sexual like this and they just couldn't help themselves. Another thing he noticed was that the pain in his head started going away. He put his hand to the bump on his head and he could feel it going down. His headache was gone.

As Riley and Benji kept grabbing and squeezing and caressing his body, he started noticing something even stranger. Not only was he feeling the pleasures of their sensual touching, but he could also somehow sense in their minds the pleasures these two boys were feeling from the way he was pleasuring them. As he massaged their nut sacks, he could feel their sensations of pleasures as if his mind was merging with theirs. Calypso discovered right away that somehow all three of them had mentally merged their collective arousals into one, which quickly inflamed their desires even more.

Not having any previous sexual experience, the three boys were desperately trying to find new ways of satisfying their ravenous sexual urges. Riley and Benji had a vague awareness of how unbelievably strange and morally wrong this was. Calypso didn't have such reservations. Sex was simply a new experience that he had discovered. Something to be explored, examined and enjoyed without the burdens of moral implications or societal expectations. To him, it was no different than playing a new video game that he enjoyed very much. He was definitely enjoying this new game.

These two boys couldn't contain themselves as they were consumed by waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies. Their arousals began to intensify at an alarming rate to the point where the rate of their increasing desires was becoming self-perpetuating. Calypso could somehow sense that their arousals were reaching dangerous levels. Despite his own pleasures washing over his body, he had to stop this immediately before he caused them permanent damage. Without even knowing how he did it, he instinctively started extricating his mind from theirs and somehow caused their arousals to subside slowly.

***

The boys were panting from the ordeal and suddenly started feeling embarrassed by being naked and having had sex with this strange boy. Before Riley and Benji collected their clothing, Calypso walked up to them. The two boys quickly covered their privates with their hands looking mightily embarrassed. He found himself feeling excited at how they were looking at his body and just stood there as if posing for a camera.

"Hey guys," Calypso said with a cute wave of his hand. He struggled to come up with an appropriate greeting and soon decided that would be impossible after what just happened.

"Hhhah," Riley squealed with his voice breaking and gulped his saliva down. "Ehem! Hi. M-my name's Riley Inglewood."

This was the first time he had noticed Calypso's beautiful emerald green eyes. "Who are you? And where'd you come from?"

"As I said – I don't know. I think I fell down and hit my head on a rock really hard. Now I can't remember anything."

Riley pointed at a white wristband on Calypso's arm and pulled it up to inspect it. "What's this? It says Calypso Ligeia. Maybe that's what your name is."

Calypso looked at the wristband that he hadn't even noticed before. "I guess. I'm not sure."

"It looks like one of those tags from the hospital. We'll just call you Calypso, okay?"

Benji shoved Riley out of the way. "Hey Calypso," he said dreamingly as he just stood there staring at his body.

"Well? Don't just stand there looking like a doofus. Tell him your name, you idiot," Riley said nudging at Benji.

"Oh, yeah," he said with a blush and cleared his throat. "My name's Benjamin Joel Maxwell the Third," he recited slowly. "But you can call me Benji."

"It was a pleasure meeting you both," Calypso said formally.

"Yeah, I'll say," Riley gushed as he shoved Benji to the side. "How did you do that?"

"Yeah, how'd you do that?" asked Benji.

"Do what?" Calypso asked.

"That thing with the mind." Riley struggled to compose what he had experienced. "It felt like if we were touching each other's brains. Like – I could feel my hand grabbing your balls, but at the same time, I could sense how good it felt for you as if I was inside your mind, and it felt the same way with Benj,i too. It was like… like – it's hard to explain."

"Um, well, I'm not sure exactly how I'm able to do this or how it works. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. I just couldn't control it. I'll try not to do it again."

"No, wait! It's alright. I… I mean – if you couldn't help yourself, then we can't really blame you if, you know – if it happens again, right Benji?"

"Yeah, we can't blame you," Benji chimed. "Can you do it again?" he asked, staring lustfully at his body.

Calypso was about to answer when Riley elbowed Benji on the side. "Stop. Hehe… well, only if you want to," he said hopefully.

Calypso suspected there were still some lingering effects of whatever he had caused.

"Well, now that we've um… gotten to know each other, do you guys wanna be my friend?" he asked, extending his hand.

"Of course we do," shouted Riley.

"Yeah, definitely," added Benji as they both shook his hand vigorously.

Riley and Benji looked at each other with gleeful smiles. Even though they didn't understand what had happened, they both recalled the intensity of their arousals and would do anything to be able to experience that again. They continued shaking his hand while trying to push their boners down with the other.

"My mom and dad are never gonna believe this," Riley said as he and Benji started getting dressed.

"Why wouldn't they," said Benji. "A bunch of wolves come out of the woods and start licking our peckers while we're having a pissing contest. Then this character with green eyes is pushed out by another wolf and we all strip naked, jump on each other's boners and have a freaking orgy together while doing the Vulcan mind-meld. Yeah, who wouldn't believe that, right?"

Riley took Benji to the side. "Listen, obviously we can't tell my parents everything that happened. I think it's better if I do all the talking."

"Fine. We have to swear to God not to tell a single soul about what went on here. I don't know what the hell happened or what that guy did to us, but it's starting to wear off. This doesn't mean we're gay, right? I mean, I only like girls, so this never happened. Deal?"

"Yeah… um, yeah, sure. I only like girls too," Riley said, trying to hide his deep disappointment.

"Alright then. Hey, maybe your mom and dad will take him home with us. If he's lost and he has amnesia, maybe we can keep him. It's not like we can throw him back to the wolves, right?"

"Yeah, you may be right," Riley said.

He looked over at Calypso, who was still standing there unashamedly naked. "We'd better get him dressed before we take him back."

Riley licked his lips as he once again admired Calypso's nakedness. He had never seen such perfectly smooth skin. Despite Calypso's effects wearing off, he still felt horny as hell.

After taking their time helping Calypso get dressed, they headed back to their campsite. "Hey Benji, were you getting horny when the wolves were licking our wieners and our butts?"

"Yeah, weird, right? Dude, it was licking my dick and my butt at the same time. I never knew a wolf's tongue could be so long."

"Just be glad they didn't try to french us."

"Tongue action? Swat spit with a wolf? Oooh, la, la. Auuuuhh," Benji howled towards the moon.

Everyone froze when they heard some actual howling behind them. When they turned around, they saw the lead wolf howling towards them. Somehow, Calypso knew it was their way of saying goodbye to him.

"It's alright, guys. I think it's just howling at the full moon," said Riley nervously.

"Isn't that the wolf that was licking your butt? I think it was howling at your full moon, not the one in the sky," Benji snickered.

"Hey Calypso, did any of the wolves lick your butt too?" Riley asked with interest.

***

As the boy's voices started fading away, Security Chief Jerome Patterson stood stealthily behind a tree looking through his binoculars. From what he had just witnessed, he knew he could no longer allow the boy to be terminated. The boy needed to be captured alive at all costs. Although the chief didn't have enough security clearance to know what was going on with this boy, he had the first-hand experience of what he could do. He knew a wealthy businessman in the city who dabbled in sex trafficking who would pay him a fortune to get his hands on this walking aphrodisiac.

The chief pulled out his pistol and moved forward. He needed to take the boy by surprise before they made it back to their campsite. If the other boys resisted or tried to alert the adults, he would have no problem eliminating anyone who got in his way. He also needed to find a way to knock the boy out before he had a chance to use his abilities on him again.

Suddenly, he heard growling and found himself being blocked by several wolves. Jerome stopped in his tracks and slowly backed away. He didn't dare shoot any of the wolves. There were just too many of them. Although the wolves didn't attack him, they continued patrolling the surrounding plateau throughout the entire night. The chief made several attempts to get at least close enough to get the car's license plate number, but the wolves would not allow it. They were determined to make sure Calypso stayed safe.

Right before the break of dawn, Jerome watched with dismay as the station wagon pulled away with Calypso in the back seat with the other boys. He tried to catch the license plate with the binoculars but could only make out two of the letters. Somehow, he had to find a way to track him down. "Fuck," he mumbled. "I'll find you, Orgy Boy. One way or another, you're gonna make me a fortune."

Chapter 3
No Girls Allowed

Four hours later, William and the boys were exhausted after unloading everything from the car into the garage. Laura had a tray of fresh-squeezed lemonade on the counter for the thirsty crowd. The boys gulped down from their glasses, thirstily.

"Calypso, how are you feeling, honey?"

"I'm feeling fine, Mrs. Inglewood. Thank you for the lemonade. It was delicious."

"Call me Laura. I have a feeling you're going to be with us for a while. Riley, why don't you and Benji go upstairs and show our guest around the house while I make dinner."

"Alright mom. Come on, Cal. Let me show you my room," Riley said excitedly.

"Benji turned to William. "When did you say my parents were coming back?"

"Oh, they just finished surveying the Mt. St. Helens eruption and they're on their way home. They should be back in a couple of hours."

"Awesome. Thanks, Will," Benji said, running to join the other boys.

Laura walked up to her husband. "Will, we're gonna have to find his parents soon. They must be worried sick."

"I know." William took a deep breath. "First thing tomorrow, I'll head over to the University and see if I can find a database of missing children."

"He also has that hospital tag on his wrist. Maybe you should check those too."

"Yeah, good idea. If that doesn't work, we're gonna have to report him to the police."

"Oh honey, do we have to? They'll end up sending him to a group home, and he's been getting along so well with the boys.

"I'm afraid we'll have to. I'm still trying to figure out that story the boys told us about how they found him. Calypso said he hit his head on a rock and that's how he lost his memory. When I checked his head, there was no bump or even a scratch anywhere. It doesn't make sense."

"Well, hopefully, his memory will start coming back soon."

***

Calypso looked around the spacious room with a full-size bed in the middle. He had no problem recognizing the toys and trinkets and the usual things one would find in a boy's room. He just couldn't remember the names or faces of people, including his own. He wasn't even sure if Calypso was his real name.

Then something caught his attention on a shelf. He walked over to it as if being drawn with a magical force. It was a mermaid inside a water globe sitting on a rock. He was mesmerized as he rotated it in his hand, trying to focus on every detail. He suddenly realized Riley had been talking to him.

"…this is my Rubik's Cube, that's Darth Vader, this is the Space Shuttle Columbia, this is my Simon machine, and this is my Rock'em Sock'em Robots. Wanna play?"

"Dude, you're boring him," Benji chided. "Let's show him the good stuff," he said, pulling out a magazine from under Riley's bed. "You'll see some girls in here that'll make you grow hair on your chest."

"Benji, put that away before my parents see it."

He pulled away before Riley could take it from his hands. "Just close the door."

"Fine," Riley said as he gently closed the door and locked it, "but we have to hurry."

Benji handed the magazine to Calypso. "I stole this from my parent's room. Go ahead. Start flipping through it," he said with a wry smile. "Let's see how long it takes for you to get a boner."

Calypso looked at the cover and saw a beautiful sexy lady. "Cosmopolitan? What is that?"

"Here, let me show you," Benji said, grabbing the magazine. He flipped through some pages showing half-naked ladies with thongs and wet T-shirts in sexy poses.

"Look, you can see her nipples right through her shirt," Benji said, almost drooling.

When Benji got to the end, some pages fell to the floor, showing advertisements for boy's brief underwear that had been cut out with scissors.

"What's this?" Benji asked, looking at Riley accusingly. "Underoos?"

Riley's eyes widened in surprise. "Hey, give me those."

"Why are you looking at boy's underwear?"

"I'm not!" Riley said exasperated. "They're from the Sunday's specials."

"But you cut them off with scissors."

"No, I didn't," he said, snatching the pages from Benji and ripping them up into little pieces. "Come on, let's go outside," he said angrily. Benji just stared at Riley, looking confused.

Calypso looked at the magazine and wondered why he found those images so interesting. Calypso followed the boys to the back yard. As soon as he stepped through the sliding door, he froze in awe at what he saw. A swimming pool. An actual swimming pool. He had a vague recollection of seeing these in magazines or on tv, but he was sure he had never actually swum in one.

He stepped onto the light brown wooden deck and looked around admiringly at the surroundings. They had a huge yard with lush green grass everywhere and tall forest trees around the perimeter. There was a trampoline surrounded by a net, a portable basketball hoop, a stone-built grill against the wall, and beautiful gardens everywhere. The pool had an irregular shape with a small waterfall from stone slabs at the other end. There was also an outside shower next to it with a low wooden barrier around it.

William Inglewood was a dean at the university overseeing the Arts and Sciences division. Laura was a senior accountant at a prestigious firm. Their combined salaries allowed them to afford this stylish two-story home in a subdivision surrounded by forest where the houses were separated and scattered about. They had chosen the perfect spot up on a hill where one could look over the back wall and see other houses below.

Calypso noticed Riley and Benji wrestling on the grass as they laughed hysterically. Then they both came after him and playfully threw him to the ground. He was hesitant at first and then slowly started to loosen up. Pretty soon, he was laughing as hard as they were. The boys stopped and lay on their back, panting with exhaustion. Calypso couldn't remember ever having so much fun with anyone in his life.

William walked out and addressed the boys. "Riley, it's gonna be about an hour before dinner's ready. Why don't you boys start showering and get yourselves cleaned up? Riley, you go first and then you can lend Benji and Calypso some of your clothes."

"Dad, can we use the large tub in your bathroom? It's big enough for all three of us and that way, we can finish faster."

"No, you cannot. I don't want our new guest here feeling uncomfortable."

"Dad, come on. He won't feel uncomfortable. Right, Cal? Pleeease?" Riley pleaded.

"Dude, you dad said no," Benji said.

William looked around for a moment. "Alright, let's do this. Instead of showering in the house, why don't you boys just rinse off in the outside shower? Then tonight, you can take a proper bath before going to bed."

"Fine," Riley relented. "Come on, guys. The last one in is a rotten egg."

Calypso saw the boys quickly stripping their clothes off and followed along. When Riley and Benji were down to their white briefs, they waited for Calypso to catch up. Then Calypso pulled down his underwear and stood there naked, waiting for the other two to do the same.

"Hey, what are you doing?" asked Benji. "Dude, we're outside. Aren't you embarrassed?"

Calypso felt confused. "I don't understand. Am I doing something wrong?"

"You're only supposed to get naked when you're showering in the bathroom inside, not when we're out here in the back yard."

"Benji, what's the big deal?" Riley said, staring intently at Calypso. "If he wants to be naked, let him be naked. It's obvious he's not bashful. Besides, we'll be behind the barrier." Riley went behind Calypso and guided him towards the shower while leering down at his butt. Benji shrugged his shoulders and followed along.

Calypso started wondering why Benji had reacted the way he did. Although he didn't remember his past, he didn't feel any shame or embarrassment standing naked in front of other people. To him, it seemed as natural as being fully clothed. What he didn't realize was that his upbringing had been very different than most boys and girls.

Most parents discourage their tweens from showing any type of nudity unless they were in their rooms, in the bathroom, or a locker room. Displaying any type of behavior with even a hint of appearing sexual was frowned upon and even punished, especially when engaged with the opposite sex.

As a result, children grew up feeling shame and embarrassment to the point where nudity in front of others was considered taboo and sex was a luxury to be enjoyed only by adults. Calypso had never been instilled with such notions during his growing years. He had never felt arousals from seeing others naked. That all changed last night when he saw these two half-naked boys with their pants down.

It wasn't the fact that they were naked; it was the fact that he could feel their arousals towards him. He started sensing this from Riley just now when he asked his father if they all could use his bathtub together. He could feel Riley felt a special interest in him.

As they each took turns dowsing their heads under the water spray, he noticed Riley staring at his body and he found himself staring at his. He saw how his underwear was tenting with an obvious erection and he could sense Riley's arousals inside his mind. Calypso was beginning to learn that if he used his body to make others feel sexual, then he would be able to share those sexual desires from their minds.

Calypso started getting that wonderful feeling again and remembered vividly how all three of them were having sex with each other at the campsite. Even though he now felt fully aroused, Calypso had complete control over his bodily functions. He had the ability to prevent the onset of an erection, or to generate one at will, regardless of his level of arousals. He turned to Benji and didn't feel any arousals coming from him at all. He remembered sensing his confusion at feeling so aroused when he was fondling his balls during their first encounter. Not being familiar with the concept of different sexual orientations, Calypso didn't understand why that was.

He started sensing something strange building inside his body. He could feel it growing outward from inside and it was getting stronger. Then he remembered he had the same feeling when he woke up in the forest and found himself surrounded by wolves. Through his fear, he had felt himself projecting something out of his body, and he wondered if whatever it was had somehow prevented the wolves from eating him.

He also suspected that it had caused Riley and Benji to act so sexually with him and each other. He was curious about what would happen if he allowed it to happen again. At the point where he felt like it was about to emerge, he closed his eyes and mentally held it at bay. He didn't want to cause another incident with these two boys out here where they were too exposed – at least not yet.

"Hey, Riley! Hey Benji!"

Riley and Benji jerked their heads around at the sound of a girl's voice. "Amelia, is that you? Where are you?" yelled Riley.

"Why don't you look up and find out?" she said, giggling.

That's when Calypso noticed the hidden treehouse up in the tree suspended on thick branches and saw the girl looking down at them from a small balcony. He wondered why Riley and Benji were covering themselves with their hands even though they still had their underwear on.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing up there?" yelled Benji.

"Oh, just enjoying the view," she said, focusing on the naked boy below.

"Yeah, well, that's our treehouse and girls aren't allowed," yelled Benji. "That's private property, so you better get down right now!"

Riley immediately pressed his back against Calypso to shield him from Amelia's roving eyes. "Amelia Wilder, you get your little ass down from there right now, or I swear I'm gonna tell my mom."

"Riley, will you stop saying that? You sound like a crybaby," Benji said with annoyance.

"Alright, fine," Riley snapped. Calypso could feel Riley's underwear pressing harder against his penis, which caused a momentary lapse of control. Calypso allowed his penis to become fully erected and could feel it pressing up Riley's butt. Riley turned his head and looked at Calypso over his shoulder, looking so cute and pleasantly surprised. Calypso felt himself blushing and gave him the slightest of smiles as Riley quickly pulled away.

"Sure, I'll come down," Amelia said. "As soon as you tell me who your little friend is and promise to introduce me to him," she said sweetly with her hands under her chin.

Amelia was eleven years old and lived in the house behind Riley's at the bottom of the hill. She had dusty blonde wavy hair that went down to her shoulder blades with a single long braid on the side of her face. She was wearing a tunic dress with a variety of multi-colored flower prints.

Riley quickly reached out and grabbed some towels from a small cabinet next to the shower. "First get down and then we'll talk," he said as all three boys wrapped their towels around their waist.

The towels were so wide that they went down to their feet. Benji walked over and stood at the bottom of the tree, looking upwards. He watched intently as Amelia opened the bottom door and started climbing down the wooden steps nailed to the tree. As he was hoping, he could clearly see her white underwear under her dress.

"Benji, what are you doing? That's private. You shouldn't be looking at her like that," Riley urged quietly.

"Oh – my – gawd," Benji said with his mouth open. "Riley, she has a wedgie so far in that it looks like she's not wearing any underwear. I can see her whole butt. That is totally dope. Come check it out. Hurry."

Benji had always regarded Amelia as a nuisance, someone to be tolerated. Now he was seeing her in a whole different way. By now, Benji's penis was rock hard while Riley's was completely deflated. Riley stayed where he was as Calypso walked over next to Benji. He could tell from Benji's expression that he was fully aroused. Then he noticed he could sense a part of Amelia's arousals towards him.

"She's doing it on purpose," Calypso said with a smile. "She wants us to see her butt."

"Really?" Benji asked in awe. "How do you know this?"

"I don't know how, but I can sense it from her. Look how she's taking her time. She deliberately made herself a wedgie before coming down and she wanted us to look up her dress."

"Oh, fffuck. Riley, did you hear that?" Benji whispered with a gulp. "What are you waiting for? Get over here."

"I don't think so. Gramma's watching me and she wouldn't like it if I did that," Riley said, crossing his arms.

"But you can see her butt!" he exclaimed silently. Benji rolled his eyes and waited for Amelia to jump off the final step. "Hey Amelia," he said shyly.

"Hey Benji."

Benji could feel himself blushing. "I … I'm sorry I yelled at you like that," he said in a more conciliatory tone. Riley just rolled his eyes.

"That's okay," she said, brushing herself off. "Well? Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, looking at Calypso.

"Oh, yeah. Amelia, this is Calypso. Calypso, say hi to Amelia."

"Hi Amelia." Calypso reached out and stared intently at her, feeling as if this was the first time he had ever met a young girl his age.

Amelia reached out and shook his hand taking a quick glance at his bare chest. "It's so nice to meet you – um … all of you," she said melodiously, looking down at his towel.

"Calypso … I just love your name. And I love those green eyes of yours. They're so … so exotic. Where are you from?"

"Ehem," Riley said, closing in. "He ahh … he's my cousin. He's gonna be staying with us for a few days."

"Well, boys, I'm sorry I was trespassing in your treehouse. I didn't know you were coming home today. Maybe next time you're up there, you'll invite me over."

"What for?" Riley snapped.

Amelia twirled herself around, causing her dress to fly upwards, giving everyone another glimpse of her underwear and her tight wedgie.

"Oh, I can think of several reasons," she said playfully.

"Sorry, Amelia, but that's not gonna happen," Riley said pointedly. "It's almost time for dinner, so you should go. Come on, guys," he said, walking towards the house.

Amelia grabbed Benji's towel by the knot and pulled him towards her taking a quick peek at his boner.

"Maybe you could talk to him and make him change his mind."

"Uhh … (Gulp) … Yeah, sure. I'll talk to him," he said nervously. "Listen, I'll make sure we're up there tonight after dinner. When you see the light of the lantern up there, come on over and I'll find a way to get you in, okay?"

"Really? That's great. If you can do that, I'll do whatever you want to pay you back," she said, running her finger down the middle of his chest down to his belly button.

Benji's eyes went wide with sexual angst. "Oh, ahh … d-don't worry, you can jump on me. I … I mean, you can count of me. Well, hehe … we better get inside."

Calypso stepped over to shake her hand again. "It was nice meeting you, Amelia."

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine," she gushed.

As Calypso started to step away, Amelia noticed the bottom of his towel dragging on the floor and saw an opportunity she couldn't resist. She had seen his cute butt and part of his penis from above. Now she was determined to get a closer look. She gingerly stepped on his towel, causing it to start unraveling and fall to the floor.

Calypso stopped and smiled to himself as he felt powerful waves of lust pouring out of her. He turned around with an amused smile and stood there, displaying his full nakedness to her.

Amelia stood there, transfixed with her hands over her mouth and stared at his young penis, trying to contain her exuberance. He stared right back and submerged himself in those lustful feelings of virginal eroticism cascading out of her body that was so powerful that it made him shudder.

"Oh, C-Calypso! … Oh, how careless of me. It was an accident. I'm sooo sorry about that. Um, here … let me help you with that," she panted as she knelt to reach for the towel.

"Here, let me get that for you," Calypso said as he turned around with his legs slightly apart and his butt in front of her face. He started bending down with deliberate slowness to pick up the towel from the ground. Amelia stood motionless as she stared openmouthed at his pink hole and his hanging nut sack. He turned around and handed the towel to Amelia as he stood with his penis just inches from her nose.

Amelia was agog. Her whole body tingled with the strongest of urges as she gawked almost cross-eyed at Calypso's hairless 3-inch uncut penis. It had a fairly wide girth with the tip of his glans poking out. It hung down over his nearly developed nut sack, which hung about a quarter inch further down. Part of her wondered why his beautiful penis wasn't hard like Benji's. She had really been hoping to see him with a boner. His skin looked so smooth, almost silky in texture. There wasn't a single scratch or birthmark anywhere on his body. And oh, how she wanted that body.

Sensing her desires, Calypso's let his penis start rising higher and higher with the tip almost touching her nose until it was pointing straight up instead of straight down. Her eyes went even wider, and she cleared her throat nervously as she noticed Calypso staring down at her with a sexy smile. She totally blanked out about what to do next. With a hard gulp, she groaned inwardly with desires and decided that she had gone way over her head this time. She quickly grabbed the towel from his hands and proceeded to wrap it tightly around his waist.

"Well," she said, awkwardly rubbing her hands together while trying to avoid Calypso's eyes. "I guess I should get going." She took a quick glance at Calypso and turned around towards the back wall. "Hey Benji, you wanna give me a boost over here?"

"Sure," Benji said, running towards her. After hoisting her up, she brought her knees up to the wall and paused for a moment allowing Benji to admire her deep wedgie and her near-naked butt again.

"See ya later, alligators," she said after jumping over.

"See ya in a while, crocodile."

Benji slithered down to the ground against the wall, almost delirious looking at Calypso. "Dude, what the hell was that all about? Did you see her butt? It was right there, and it was … it was just so … so grabbable. And did you see how her eyes were bugging out when she dropped your towel? Man, I thought she was gonna spasm totally when you popped your boner in front of her freaking face. Aww, she totally digs you, man. You lucky dog."

Calypso looked up at Riley's bedroom window and saw him stepping away from the curtains. Something was wrong.

Chapter 4
Peckerwood Treehouse

Calypso looked up at the treehouse reluctantly. It was pretty high. A column of wooden rungs were nailed all the way to the top. Riley and Benji started climbing up and he followed along. As they went up through the trap door, they followed the obligatory rule of ringing the small bell hanging from the bottom, After hoisting himself through, he stood and looked around with interest at the interior.

It was a fairly sized treehouse with a high slanted ceiling and glass windows on each side. It was sparsely decorated with a beanbag, a small plastic table, some sleeping bags, some throw blankets, several comic books, and a variety of toys strewn about. There was a medium size chalkboard on the wall with stick figures appearing to be doing inappropriate things with each other. Calypso opened a small door and walked out to a small balcony with a pirate ship's wheel attached to it. He grabbed the wheel and spun it, out of curiosity. Then he noticed the wooden sign hanging from the outer rails with carved out letters.

Tha Peckerwood Treehouse

Girls Can't Cum

Riley and Benji had innocently carved these out when they were a lot younger. When they had proudly presented the finished sign to their fathers with their cute toothy smiles, both dads thought it was the most hilarious thing and burst out laughing. With all their excitement, little Riley had misplaced the piece of paper that his father had given him with the words 'Woodpecker's Treehouse' written on it. That's what the boys were supposed to carve on the wooden sign. In their enthusiasm, they didn't bother to ask for clarification when they couldn't find the paper.

The boys watched with amused curiosity as their dads dropped down to the floor, laughing hysterically with tears in their eyes. Despite their mom's objections, they decided to allow the boys to hang up their sign just the way it was and let them figure it out when they were much older.

Unfamiliar with the unintended innuendos, Calypso failed to find the humor and went to sit down on a rug with the other boys. Benji was rubbing his stomach with satisfaction as the three boys sat in a circle up in the treehouse.

"Mmm, your mom always makes the best lasagna."

"Yeah, I agree," Calypso said, leaning back. "And that buttered garlic bread – I've never tasted anything so good."

"Wait'll you taste her red velvet cake she's baking," Benji continued licking his lips. "That thing will just melt in your mouth. Mm, mm!" Benji turned to Riley. "Hey, you okay? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," he said softly.

"Hey, I was gonna ask you – what do you think about letting Amelia come up here with us once in a while?"

Riley turned and gave Benji an icy stare. "No, Absolutely not. End of discussion."

"But why not? Dude, she let us see up her dress. If she let us see her butt, maybe she'll show us her pussy too? Don't you like girls?"

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?" Riley sat there, silently looking down in deep thought. "Cal, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, anything."

Last night in the woods when you … when we were …"

"When we were having sex?"

"Yeah. That wasn't coming from us, right? That was coming from your mind thingy. I mean, if me and Benji like girls, did this change us? Did this make us also like guys?"

Calypso sat up straight. "It makes you like whoever you are near, but only when you're being affected."

"Hey, does that include animals," Benji asked with disgust. "Is that why those wolves were slobbering all over our dicks last night?"

"I'm not sure," Calypso said thoughtfully. "They didn't try to slobber over my dick. It's like they were protecting me somehow and when they went to check you guys out, it's like they knew you wouldn't hurt me. Then they guided me straight to you. I think that whatever I did to make those wolves not attack me somehow affected you guys too."

"So, does this mean you forced us to have sex with that mind trick of yours?"

"No. I mean, I wouldn't put it that way."

"Then why did it happen?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't do it on purpose. It just happened. Here's what I do know: I can make mean animals not hurt me; I'm able to make other people feel sexual towards me or others, but I don't know if that's something I can control. I can make it so that we all share all of our good feelings in our minds together when we're having sex; I can sense other people's sexual feelings, but only when they're feeling sexual about me, like Riley in the shower and Amelia when she dropped my towel."

"Wait; what?" Benji said, staring at Riley. "Cal was making you horny?"

"No, of course not," Riley said defensively. "That would be totally gay. I … I just remembered the hot chicks in that magazine with the hooters and the nipples and the bikinis … hehe. They were like super-hot, right?" Benji just gave him a blank stare.

Calypso was wondering if he had said something wrong. "Um, what is gay?"

"You don't know?" Benji asked, surprised. "It's when two guys wanna bang each other."

"Bang each other?"

"To fuck, to screw, to stick your dick in another's guy's ass."

Calypso seemed confused, "I thought that was normal."

"What? Of course it's not normal. Dude, guys are only supposed to like girls and girls are only supposed to like guys. Guys who are gay, they get beat up all the time, and that's why we can't tell anyone what you made us do last night, got it?"

Riley looked at Calypso nervously and wondered how long he could keep up this charade. He was sure Calypso knew that he was sexually attracted to him. That meant Calypso knew he was gay. Now he was worried that Benji would find out and make him not want to be his friend anymore.

Then they started hearing some giggling. They all started looking around and finally spotted Amelia peeking through a small gap as she pushed up on the trap door with her head. She pushed the door open and started laughing out loud while holding her stomach.

"Oh my god," she cackled. "You boys can tell the most wildest stories; I'll give you that. Sexual this-n-that, horny wolves and mind tricks. My mind to your mind … My thoughts to your thoughts," she quoted mockingly. "What a bunch of baloney," she said, laughing out loud.

"Hey, what are you doing up here, Amelia? How many times do I have to tell you? No girls allowed. Nobody wants you here. Are you a retard or something? Get out!"

"Dude, calm down. I'm the one who invited her up here," Benji said, offering his hand to help her up. Amelia was now wearing a white blouse and jean shorts with a pink belt.

"You invited her? Without asking me first? Why did you do that?"

"Well, I did ask you, remember?"

"Yeah, and I said no, remember?"

"Come on Riley; she's pretty cool. It doesn't have to be all the time. Just once in a while. Look, we're getting older and we're already heading into middle school this year so, let's just change the rules. Do this for me, yeah? It's no big deal. Please?"

Riley looked angrily at Amelia. "I said no," he said, grabbing her by the arm. "Go away. Get the hell out of here and get out of my yard."

Benji stood up and confronted his friend for the first time in his life. "Hey, what crawled up your ass? Leave her alone, man," he said, pushing him back.

"What?! You're taking her side? Seriously? No! This is my house. This is my yard. This is my treehouse and if you don't like it, tough shit!"

Amelia tried to stand between them. "Guys, I'm sorry. Please don't fight because of me. Benji, it's okay. I'll leave."

"No, Amelia. You stay right there. You know what, Riley? You're the one who's full of shit. This is as much my treehouse as it is yours. Both of our dads built it together and half of this stuff is mine and if you don't like it, well tough shit to you too! Why don't you go tell that to your mom? But I'll tell you what – since it's your fucking treehouse, you can keep all to yourself and I'll just hang out at Amelia's house from now on. Just because you don't like girls doesn't mean I don't either." He turned to Amelia. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Riley just couldn't accept the fact that Benji was picking a girl over him of all things. He couldn't believe a girl was actually coming between them. "You take that back. You take that back right now!" he seethed.

Benji turned to face him. "It's true, isn't it? You don't like girls at all, do you? You like guys. Is that why you always get a boner whenever we're peeing or when we're taking a bath together? Is that why you grabbed my balls last night in the forest? What, you didn't think I'd notice? Well, I only like girls, Riley. Just girls, not guys!"

Riley couldn't believe Benji had just stabbed him in the back like that, especially in front of Amelia. In a fit of jealous anger, Riley tackled Benji to the floor and they both started fighting. Calypso jumped to his feet and tried to get out of the way, not knowing why this was happening. "Guys, stop. Please stop. Riley, Benji, please stop fighting."

Amelia stood frozen with tears in her eyes. "Riley, stop it. I'll leave, okay? I'll leave right now. Just stop!"

The boys continued wrestling, causing things to rattle to the floor and the whole treehouse to start shifting. Calypso started getting really scared. He couldn't understand why Riley felt so much hostility towards Amelia. He couldn't understand why these two boys who had been best friends for life were suddenly fighting over a girl. He knew that he had to do something before this treehouse came crashing down and killing them all.

Then he felt that peculiar feeling pulsing outward from inside his body again. This time its nature was more defined and more concrete. It solidified and started manifesting itself into an apparition inside his head in the shape of a ball of blue energy. He gasped when he realized he was able to grab ahold of it with his mind, to mold it, to stretch it – to project it outwards. He also knew he could regulate its power and its size and that he could terminate it at will. Now he remembered what he had called it – his thought thrower. He wondered what it all meant. What was its purpose? And why did he have it and others didn't?

He looked at the two boys still wrestling with each other and concentrated on keeping the strength of his thought thrower at a low setting. Riley had pinned Benji under him and was about to strike him in the face when Calypso unleashed his newfound ability. At that same moment, Benji managed to push Riley off of him forcefully, which caused Riley to roll straight to the opening with the trap door still open and started falling through.

Amelia's reaction was immediate and instinctive. She threw herself into a dive and landed on the floor just in time to grab the back of Riley's shorts and held on as tight as she could. The momentum had caused her to fall through the opening herself. Benji reacted immediately and grabbed onto the back of her shorts and Calypso wrapped his arms around Benji's waist to keep him from falling through as well.

Riley and Amelia were suspended upside down just under the opening with Benji's small hands, the only thing keeping them both from plunging down to their certain deaths. Calypso quickly reached down and grabbed onto Amelia's shorts to help Benji with the load.

"Amelia, don't let go. Please don't let go," Riley pleaded, staring up at her with terror, trying desperately to grab ahold of anything he could.

"I got you, Riley. I've got you. Hey guys, we could really use some help here," she snapped with her voice straining.

By now, little by little, both Riley's and Amelia's pants started slipping off along with their underwear.

"Oh no," Amelia cried. "Benji, pull us up quick."

"I'm trying, but you guys are too heavy. I don't know how much longer we can hold on."

Both Riley's and Amelia's butts were now fully exposed. It wouldn't be long before they slipped off completely. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Benji stared appreciatively at the wonders between Amelia's legs.

"Let's swing them," Calypso said with gritted teeth trying to keep his grip.

"What?"

"Swing them towards the tree so they can grab on to the ladder. Hurry."

Riley and Amelia were now trying to bend their knees to keep themselves from completely slipping out of their shorts. Then they felt themselves being swung back and forth, back and forth until Riley was able to grab on to one of the wooden rungs. Amelia let out a yelp when she completely slipped out of her shorts and underwear. As she was falling, she desperately reached out and snapped her arms around Riley's legs.

Because Riley's shorts were covering his shoes, he had trouble planting his feet on the ladder and held on to the wooden rung. Having completely lost her own shorts, Amelia was able to hold on to another rung and managed to get a good footing on one of the rungs.

"Amelia, take my shorts off so I can use my feet. Hurry, I'm losing my grip."

Amelia quickly did as she was told. Now both Riley and Amelia were completely naked from the waist down as they quickly started climbing back up. Not being able to hold herself back, she looked up Riley's naked butt and studied its features with growing excitement. She realized she had now seen the dicks of all three of these boys in one day.

As soon as Riley and Amelia were helped back inside the treehouse, Riley and Amelia stood on their knees and stared at each other for a moment. Riley stared at her bald pussy longingly and inched himself closer to give her a hug. Then Riley started giving her sensuous kisses on her neck. Amelia lifted her head in arousal as she planted her hands on Riley's butt and squeezed. She pulled his hips towards her and shuddered when she felt his boner touching her pussy. They simultaneously started slipping each other's shirts off, leaving them with only their socks and shoes.

Benji stared in sexual awe as he too started stripping his clothes off. He focused his gaze on Riley's perfectly sumptuous bubble ass cheeks and planted his boner up his butt as he massaged and kissed Riley's shoulder and caressed his body.

Calypso was watching this spectacle and soon realized his thought thrower was still active. He had only meant to use it for a little bit to keep Riley and Benji from strangling each other. He immediately pulled his projections back into himself and waited for the effects to subside. The sex orgy continued.

Amelia was now sandwiched in the middle between Riley and Benji as both boys probed every inch of her body; sensuously pressing their bodies and their boners against her. Amelia had produced enough lubrication to allow Riley to easily stick his boner into her while Benji's own dick zeroed in on Amelia's butt using his own spit. Calypso felt himself getting excited and considered joining the party. Then he remembered that none of them were doing this voluntarily. He had to put a stop to this now.

Riley started thrusting his dick into her hard, back and forth, in a rhythmic fashion which worked to Benji's advantage. Amelia was now being fucked on both sides. Calypso could hear her mewling and making high-pitched moaning sounds with each breath. Riley and Benji were panting with their eyes closed, biting down on their lips in sexual ecstasy. Calypso knew all three of them were mentally sharing their pleasures with each other.

Calypso started getting really worried. It should've stopped already. Why wasn't it stopping? He closed his eyes and concentrated again, but he just couldn't control it. He could see the waves of energy pulsating erratically and uncontrollably. When he tried to pull one side of the wave inward, another wave would expand outward. He didn't know how to stop it.

He opened his eyes and saw Amelia leaning back on the beanbag with her legs wide open. Riley was on his knees, going down on her while Benji knelt behind him and fucking him in the ass. This was something totally new to Calypso. This was new to all of them. Amelia and the two boys were trembling from the dry orgasms they were now experiencing for the first time. When he saw how Riley was stimulating her vagina with his tongue, he felt a bit disgusted. And that's when the effects started fading away.

Riley's eyes suddenly popped open with his tongue still touching Amelia's pussy. His eyes widened and immediately pulled back.

"What the fuck?" He started spitting all over the place in disgust while Amelia grabbed her blouse to cover herself. Riley grabbed his shirt and repeatedly rubbed his tongue on it. "Aauugh. Aww gross. That is so gross!"

Benji had also retreated against the wall, covering himself with his shirt. "Oh my god, that was totally weird," he moaned.

Riley and Benji turned and looked at Calypso with disapproval. He just stood there, feeling himself shriveling under their glare. "Guys, I'm sorry. I … I'm sorry okay? I only meant to stop you guys from fighting. The whole place was shaking, and I thought the whole thing was gonna come loose and fall down. I thought I could control it, but …"

Then they heard Amelia crying softly in the corner on the floor, holding her knees. She looked traumatized as she covered herself as best she could with just her blouse. Calypso immediately realized the consequences of his actions and felt a great sense of shame. She might as well have been raped. Even though she participated, she didn't realize what she was doing while under the influence of his thought thrower. This was no different than if Calypso had given her alcohol and gotten her drunk.

Calypso walked up to her cautiously and knelt down. He tried placing his hand on her trembling shoulder to try and console her, but she shrugged it away. Calypso tried again. "Amelia, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Leave me alone," she whimpered. "Just go away." She put her head down and broke into sobs.

With his hand on her shoulder, Calypso felt that strange feeling coming from inside of himself again. Oh no, he thought. Not again. Oh, please, not again. He closed his eyes to try and contain it before it activated and cause even more damage. He sensed a projection emanating slowly from his mind and though his arm and down to his hand.

This time, the energy wave was of a different color. Instead of being blue, it was light green. The trembling in Amelia's body started going away and she became visibly relaxed. Her whole demeanor had completely changed.

She looked up at Calypso with tears in her eyes in awe. "How did you do that?"

"Do what? What did I do this time," he asked rapidly, almost in a panic. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I swear I didn't do it on purpose. Please forgive me."

"Hey … hey! It's all right. I … I feel fine now," she said, standing up naked and holding her blouse with her hand. She looked around with a sense of wonder. "I don't know what you did to me just now, but all the pain is gone. It's just … gone, just like that. I feel the same way as I did before any of this happened." She walked up to Calypso and gave him a tight hug pressing her nude body against him. "Thank you," she whispered in his ear.

"You're welcome," he said, feeling confused. "I didn't even know I could do that."

"What do you think about his mind tricks now?" asked Riley with all smiles.

"So, everything I heard is true," she said in awe. Then Amelia stood back with a sexy pose and dropped her blouse on the floor in front of her. "So, what am I thinking now, Calypso?"

Calypso looked at her with a wicked smile. "Um, here – let me get that for you." He knelt down and took a quick glance at her nakedness.

"Oh, no – allow me." Amelia turned around, parted her legs a bit, and slowly bent down with her butt right in front of Calypso's face.

Riley and Benji looked at each other in surprise and then stared at her naked body once more.

She handed Calypso the blouse, who then slipped it over her.

"Well boys," she said, pressing down on her blouse. "It's been … interesting," she said, heading for the opening.

"Hey, you want me to climb down and get your shorts for you?" asked Benji.

"No, that's fine. I can get them myself. Thank you anyways."

As Amelia started climbing down, Riley stuck his head down. "Hey, Amelia!"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. Um, thank you for saving my life."

"You're welcome," she said with sincerity. "Hey Benji, thank you for saving both of our asses."

"You're welcome," Benji shouted down.

Before Amelia continued her descent, Riley shouted down once again. "Amelia! Why don't you um … why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow and hang out with us."

"Can I come up to your treehouse?"

"Sure. Um, I'm not sure if I can convince Benji up here to bend the rules a little," he joked, looking at Benji with a smile.

Amelia put on her shorts and headed for the wall. "See you boys tomorrow."

Riley and Benji walked over to each other, looking very apologetic.

"Benji, I'm sorry about …"

"No – no, it was my fault. I shouldn't have …"

"It's okay. You had every right to …"

They both looked into each other's eyes as if they were in some kind of spell. Something was happening. Calypso watched with concern, wondering if his thought thrower was at it again without him noticing. Benji placed his hand on the back of Riley's head and pulled him towards him. They began kissing each other gently and lovingly like two lost lovers finding each other after a long separation.

"You want me to climb down and get your shorts?" Benji asked as they continued kissing.

"Don't bother," Riley said, grabbing Benji's hands and placing them on his bare butt.

Calypso started suspecting that his thought thrower had somehow changed these two inside their heads. Riley was now interested in girls. Benji was now interested in boys. And now they were interested in each other. Calypso was certain that he was not intervening in any way. This was all on them, and now they were both looking at him and making signs for him to join them.

Fascinating.

Down below, William Inglewood looked at his watch and walked out the back door. "Hey, Riley! It's time for you boys to come down now."

"Alright dad, just give us a minute!" Riley shouted back.

William kept staring at the treehouse and the branches around it. He could've sworn he saw the leaves shaking rhythmically. He shook his head, wondering if it was some kind of seismic disturbance. As soon as he turned around, Calypso's shorts and underwear fell down through the opening and landed on the grass right next to Riley's.

It would be another five minutes before the boys climbed down.

Chapter 5
The Impossible Gene

The Hespera Institute was an underground organization conducting experiments in genomic sequencing. Calypso was the latest in a series of children who had been conceived in a test tube and had spent their entire gestation period in an artificial uterus until coming to term. It was illegal and considered highly unethical in most industrialized countries.

The Institute was masquerading as a legal pharmaceutical research laboratory formulating legitimate breakthroughs in medicinal products. The current Chief Executive Officer was the great-grandson of the founder of the company who was one of the pioneers that started using plants in their gene altering experiments.

It had been almost three months since Dr. Haywood had kidnapped Calypso out of the Institute. Dr. Harrod Rashid was at his work desk, pouring over a stack of Dr. Haywood's newly discovered research papers.

"Dear lord," the forty-six-year-old doctor muttered to himself. He just couldn't believe what he was reading. The stack of papers was unorganized and unsorted with illustrations and test results and observations with handwritten notes all over the place. The revelations were alarming, and they were all about Calypso.

Research Coordinator Chris Owens walked into his office. "Hey, Harrod. You wanted to see me?"

"Chris, have you taken a look at Dr. Haywood's research papers?" he asked, pointing to the stack of paper on his desk.

The thirty-two-year-old raked his unruly mop of brown hair with his hand. "Well, I've only leafed through them. I haven't had time to really get into it. Where'd you say they found those?"

"Dr. Haywood had these hidden in a false compartment under his desk. My God, Chris. You're not gonna believe some of the stuff I've been reading in there about Calypso."

"Like what?" Chris asked with interest pulling up a chair.

"Okay, check this out. You know how when Calypso was born, or rather, when he was taken out of his amniotic tank, we took several samples of the amniotic fluid for testing."

"Yeah, the tests were inconclusive, but showed some promising results."

"And what was the purpose of creating Calypso in the first place?" Dr. Rashid quizzed.

"Well, it was to find a way of creating a genetic sequence to extend the lifespan of humans significantly."

"Right, so then we started the gene therapy on him. Do you remember what happened after a couple of years?"

"How could I forget," Chris said with a smirk. "That's when the kid started making everybody around here horny as hell."

Dr. Rashid blushed at the memory. "Um, yeah. And do you know why that happened?"

"The gene therapy started causing an unexpected mutation in Calypso's DNA. This whole experiment was a failure, which is why the CEO ordered his termination.

"Well, based on Dr. Haywood's hidden research, I think I know what happened. As you know, we humans, and every other life on this planet, have an evolutionary mandate to procreate; to multiply; to reproduce; to be fruitful. This abnormality in Calypso's DNA is tricking his evolutionary mechanism into thinking that the human race is dying off. So, as a result, Calypso's body is trying to compensate by giving him the ability to affect the part of the brain that causes arousals in others."

"So, what exactly does this mean?" asked Chris scratching his head.

"Chris, don't you get it? Instead of finding a way to extend the lifespan of humans, his altered genes will attempt to find a way to recover and extend the lifespan of humanity. His genes think we're going extinct, so it wants to do whatever it can to repopulate the planet at an accelerated rate.

According to Dr. Haywood's notes, his abilities are currently limited to psionic manipulations. But check this out." Dr. Rashid pulled out a page from the stack of papers and handed it to Chris. He started reading from the paper out loud.

"… still has difficulty regulating strength and duration of Psionic manipulations which continue to be unstable, erratic, and mostly unpredictable. Has the ability to tame wildlife during times of distress …"

"Skip down to the bottom," Dr. Rashid instructed.

"… of greatest concern is the developmental stage when Calypso's body begins its hormonal transition into puberty at which time his body will begin to …"

Chris continued reading silently. "Whoa, what the fuck?" His eyes started getting wider. The paper slipped out of his hand as he stared blankly, almost in shock. "Oh my god. Harrod, is this thing for real? Do you know what this means? He's dangerous. We need to get him back. We … we have to tell the CEO."

"I already have. There's something else – David found the key."

"The key? What key? What are you talking about?"

"The experiment wasn't a failure, after all. Using this new mutation, Dr. Haywood found the DNA sequence we've been looking for."

"Are you serious? But how?"

"It's all in here," Dr. Rashid said, pointing at the stack of papers. "Calypso didn't have it then, but he has it now. We should've just continued with the experiments."

"Well, how come Dr. Haywood didn't say anything?"

Dr. Rashid shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe he was having second thoughts about this whole fountain of youth concept. You do realize that if this gets out, the world population will soon become a crisis, but there's only one problem. Dr. Haywood stole all the blood and amniotic samples. Plus, he stole Calypso. There's no way we can recreate that sequence without those samples and without the boy."

"Well, did the security guards find anything on Dr. Haywood when they found him in the forest?"

"No, they didn't. They searched the entire area and found nothing. He must've given the samples to Calypso."

"Harrod, we need to find him before the shit hits the fan," Chris exclaimed.

"We already have. We got a hit on his whereabouts. Can you believe he's starting school in a small town northeast of Seattle? Security Chief Patterson is already on his way over there."

"But what if Calypso uses his powers on him?"

"He's been instructed to bring him in alive if he can. But if he can't …" Dr. Rashid made a cutting motion across his throat with his hand. "Either way, he's coming in, dead or alive."

Chris put his hands over his face. "My God. What have we done?"

Chapter 6
Morning Boner

After the treehouse incident, not much was said about the episode. Out of appreciation for saving his life, Riley had allowed Amelia to hang out with them up in their treehouse every now and then. But none of them ever brought up or even mentioned their embarrassingly abnormal sexual encounter with each other.

The threesome between Riley, Benji and Calypso after Amelia had left was explained away as some lingering effects of Calypso's mind tricks, even though he had his own doubts. But he knew his abilities were still a bit unstable and accepted the fact that he actually was responsible for their little grindfest. Either way, he agreed with their theory just to put their minds at ease.

Although Riley still liked boys, his curiosity was tempered by the notion that his deceased grandmother was always scrutinizing him over his shoulder. Benji still liked girls, but his sexual curiosity about them wasn't as strong as it was before. And Amelia, well, she still liked seeing naked boys. But none of them felt they were ready for sex quite yet, voluntary or otherwise.

Riley, Benji and Amelia had made Calypso promise never to use his mind thrower on them and Calypso had solemnly made that promise. But Benji had kept it to himself that he had actually enjoyed having sex with Riley and Calypso even after the effects had disappeared and Calypso had felt it as well. Calypso also realized that his own attraction for boys was getting stronger and his appetite for sexual contact was growing.

***

For the next three months, the Inglewoods tried in vain to find any information on Calypso's parents or legal guardian. William had searched all birth records, hospital records, school records, and any other databases in the country that he could think of. He even tried international connections. He just couldn't find a single record of his existence. They had no choice but to report him to the authorities. But they couldn't find a single record of him either.

So, the Inglewoods had petitioned Social Services to be his foster parents until the matter was resolved. This required extensive background checks, foster parenting classes, and a safety inspection of their home before the petition could be approved. But because of their high social status, their occupations, and a letter of recommendation from the university, Calypso was allowed to remain in their home during the entire process.

Although Calypso knew how to read and write and do basic math, he still wasn't at the level academically to be able to start middle school. So, during the rest of the summer, William had taken him to the university and had registered him in an appropriate Tutoring Program to bring him up to speed. Although he wasn't eligible for the program, William had asked for a few favors. Calypso was a fast learner and had made remarkable progress in his studies.

Now he was ready to enter the world of Public Education. At least, that was the idea. After the first few days of school, Calypso was still trying to adjust to the expected norms of the social behaviors of a middle schooler.

***^***

Laura knocked three times on the open door. "Boys, time to get up. We need to be at Social Services by eight."

Riley and Calypso yawned, stretched and spread their toes as they groaned themselves awake. Riley's full-size bed had been replaced with wooden bunk beds with a dark brown finish. Calypso was on top and kept rubbing on his morning boner. Even though he could control his erections while awake, his dick had a mind of its own while he was asleep.

"Who's turn is it to shower first?" asked Calypso rubbing his eyes.

"Yours," said Riley with a groan.

"You liar. It's your turn. Take as long as you want," Calypso said, pulling the covers over him for another snooze.

Calypso felt Benji getting up and took a peek over his covers. Both boys had gotten used to sleeping in only their underwear and Calypso always liked watching him getting ready for his shower. He focused on his turquoise boxers and noticed them tenting. Riley had a morning boner too.

Calypso watched with anticipation as Riley started pulling them down and then stopped with one side lower than the other, exposing half of his testicles. Apparently, he had an evil itch on his back that he needed to satisfy with a back scratcher. Calypso started rubbing his boner harder as he studied Riley's alluring and provocative v-line and half of his butt showing.

As Riley pulled down on his boxers, even more, Calypso gulped at the way Riley's waistband had pulled down on his boner and made it vibrate like a doorstop. As soon as Riley stepped into the bathroom, Calypso pressed his head against his pillow in sexual frustration.

He heard the sound of the shower spray and after a few minutes, he jumped off his bunk bed and decided to get a jumpstart on his morning routine. He had also used such opportunities to take a peek at Riley's naked body through the curtain without him noticing. He walked into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth. He could see Riley's shadow behind the curtain and noticed something he hadn't seen before. His arm was moving back and forth really fast. Calypso just kept staring at him, wondering what was going on and started rubbing on his hard cock.

Calypso slowly and gently stepped over and pulled on the curtain to spy on his foster brother. This wasn't the first time he had done this and he always waited until he was shampooing his hair. Riley's body was covered with soapy suds and Calypso watched with sexual curiosity as Riley was rapidly stroking his boner. This was new. Riley was leaning his head back with his eyes closed and his head full of shampoo, giving Calypso the freedom to openly stare. This must be what Riley and Benji sometimes joked about playing with yourself.

He felt exhilarated by the way he was massaging his balls with one hand and jerking himself with the other with his legs slightly open. He knew that spying on him like this was wrong. He knew that Riley had been raised with good morals and wouldn't appreciate being spied on like this. But Calypso just couldn't help himself. He had the urge just to strip naked and jump in the shower with him. He wanted to press his boner against his and feel their collective desires again.

He was tempted to use his thought thrower on him, but he had made a promise not to. He heard Riley gasping and his body starting to spasm. Calypso quickly moved away and continued brushing his teeth. Now he had something new to investigate and explore.

"Cal, is that you?"

"No, it's the Tooth Fairy," said Calypso with his mouth full of toothpaste.

"I'm about done. You can come in right now if you want."

Calypso stopped brushing and smiled. He knew that Riley was sexually attracted to him but was holding himself back. Calypso figured Riley was taking baby steps towards some kind of goal that was as of yet undefined. Inviting Calypso into the shower with him was his way of opening up a bit.

Calypso rinsed his mouth, kicked off his underwear and mentally made his erection go away. Although he didn't feel any embarrassment sporting his full boner in front of others, he knew it might make Riley uncomfortable. Baby steps, he told himself. Calypso stepped into the bathtub and closed the curtain. Riley was facing him while giving himself a final rinse. He still had a semi-boner after his spasmatic dry orgasm that Calypso had delighted in witnessing.

Then Riley's eyes went downward and widened a bit. "Um, dude … it looks like you still have your morning boner," he said with a crooked smile.

"What?" Calypso asked in confusion. He looked down and realized his boner was still rock hard. He closed his eyes and tried to mentally will it away again. But nothing happened. It was still at full staff. He had lost his ability to control his erections. And now Riley's cock was beginning to swell up.

"Yeah, and it looks like yours is starting to come back up again."

Both boys stared at each other's boners as Riley continued rinsing himself a bit longer than expected. Calypso stepped over right in front of Riley to catch some of the water sprays which made Riley step back nervously against the wall. Calypso raised his hands to his head to saturate his hair and continued moving forward until the tip of his boner touched Riley's. He stood motionless as Calypso playfully started fencing his boner against his.

"En garde," Calypso said with a smile.

Riley stared back at him with a hard swallow. He felt himself melting from the sexual currents flowing through his cock and the way Calypso's green eyes were staring at him hypnotically with the water flowing over his head. He was like an erotic angel with promises of unimaginable sexual pleasures that were his for the asking. He knew Calypso wasn't using his mind thrower on him because he already knew how that felt. But god, he almost wished he had.

"Aahh … I umm, I … I think I'm done here," Riley stammered as he ducked under Calypso's arm and clumsily stumbled himself out of the bathtub. Calypso took a deep breath and sighed with disappointment. He still wasn't ready. Baby steps. Lots of baby steps.

Chapter 7
New Student

It was a crisp Friday morning overcast with dark clouds. Students were filing into their first period of Math Class. Benji, who was sitting in front of Amelia, was turned around in deep conversation with her, when Bertha and Ava came and sat down on their desks next to them.

"Ava, like I was telling you about this boy in my History Class – he has like the most gorgeous eyes. They're like tropical green or like those green marbles my little brother's always playing with. He looks so hot."

"Oh yeah? What did you say his name was?" asked Ava.

"His name's Calypso," she enunciated with puckered lips. "Calypso," she repeated. "I just love the way that name sounds."

"Oh my god," Amelia whispered, putting her hand on her forehead. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Are you jealous?" Benji asked with a smirk.

"Of her? Are you kidding me? No one would touch her with a ten-foot pole. Not with that face," she said, crossing her eyes.

Bertha was a little plump at the waistline with dark brown hair that had two long braids hanging down. Despite her appearance, she still acted like a diva princess. Benji regarded her and thought that maybe if she let her hair down and applied a little bit of makeup, she would look prettier.

"Well, why don't you go talk to him the next time to see him?" Ava said with enthusiasm.

"As if." Bertha blurted. "Not like this. I've gotta purty myself up first, you know, make my hair, put some makeup. I've gotta get some more of my beauty sleep."

Amelia rolled her eyes and snorted, trying to stifle her laughter. "Beauty sleep? Dude, is she like freaking serious?" she asked incredulously. "The bitch could hibernate for years and still not make a dent on that face." Both Benji and Amelia burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing about, Amelia?" Bertha demanded. "Are you jealous because that boy Calypso is in my History Class?"

"Pfff … Me? Jealous? Of course not. You know why I'm not jealous, Bertha? Because Calypso just happens to be my next-door neighbor," she said with a prideful in-your-face grin. "Does that make you jealous? Well, Betha? Does it?" Amelia was laying it on thick.

Bertha just stared back at her with indignation. "Well big fat deal. That doesn't mean anything. The next time I see him, I'm gonna invite him to my birthday party. Guess who won't be invited?"

"I don't care about your stupid party. Besides, I've already seen him nake…"

"Ehem!" Benji interrupted loudly. "What… what she meant to say is that she's already seen him baking. Yeah, he ahh, he knows how to bake really good um – cupcakes," he stammered, giving Amelia a stern 'shut the fuck up' kind of look.

The rowdiness in the classroom came to a sudden halt as soon as Mrs. Hansen walked in, followed by a thirteen-year-old who was glancing down at her rear end with obvious interest. Mrs. Hansen was a full-bodied blonde in her late 20's with short silky straight hair. All the boys at Meadows Ridge Academy were envious of whoever was lucky enough to be in her class.

The entire faculty had initially questioned her competence to teach at their school, let alone allowing her to teach something as complicated as mathematics. They had mistakenly regarded her as a typical dumb blonde when she had walked in on the first day of school. Most were unprepared for her sharpness and intelligence when they tried to engage her in conversation condescendingly. The boys didn't care, and she soon became the subject of conversation as they secretly shared their deviant sexual fantasies with each other.

"Alright, people, settle down," she said, pulling her hair over her ear. "We have a new student today, and I want you all to give him a warm welcome." She looked at the new student. "You wanna go ahead and introduce yourself to the class?"

The new student had bouncy frizzled blonde curls that flowed down to his shoulders. Despite his handsome face, he looked like a muscled, self-confident tough guy who didn't put up with anybody's shit.

"Sup y'all. Name's Sebastian Carmichael," he said, crisply looking around the classroom, daring anybody to challenge him.

The teacher cleared her throat. "Thank you, Sebastian. You wanna tell the class something about yourself?"

"Don't want to," he stated flatly. "Can I sit down?"

"Okay," said Mrs. Hansen, a little put off. "Um, why don't you sit right over there next to Benjamin with the red T-shirt. Oh, and one more thing – you'll need to take that earring off while you're in school. Sorry, but that's school policy."

Sebastian rolled his eyes and started removing the earring while walking over to the desk. After dropping his books with a thud, he immediately sat and slouched down as far as he could.

A few minutes later, when Mrs. Hansen was in the middle of her lesson plan, Benji kept glancing at the new student sitting to his right through the corner of his eyes. He looked really cool and admired his rugged appearance. He was wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans with a chain that appeared to be attached to his wallet.

About fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Hansen grabbed her purse and said she needed to go to the front office for a few minutes. She selected one of the girls sitting in the front to be class monitor while she was gone. As soon as Mrs. Hansen stepped out, Benji winced when he felt something hit the back of his head. He reached back and removed a fat spit wad from his hair. He turned around, looking for the culprit. He could tell right away it was Big Jake sitting behind him to the side. He had that stupid smirk on his fat face that easily gave him away.

Jake was a thirteen-year-old obese kid who was known to take advantage of his large frame to poke fun at and try to find ways of embarrassing his fellow students. Since most students were too afraid to challenge him, he delighted in carrying out his humiliations with impunity.

Benji decided to ignore him and focused on the math problems Mrs. Hansen had left for them on the chalkboard. Then he felt another spit wad hitting his head. He made fists and closed his eyes in frustration. He decided not to react. He knew that's what he wanted. If he ignores him, maybe he'll get bored and stop.

Then he felt an even bigger wad hit his head. Now he could hear some of the students giggling. There was no way he could let this go any further without a challenge and prepared himself for a confrontation. Right before he stood up from his desk, he froze when he noticed the new student had beat him to it.

"Hey, you fat fuck! You need someone to change your diaper for you? Why don't you fucking grow up?"

The entire class watched in awe as Jake started swelling up with anger. "What did you just say, motherfucker? Are you talking to me," Jake demanded, getting himself up in a huff.

"You heard me, you dumb fuck. What, are you too much of a fucking baby to understand big words? Sorry, but I don't have any crayons to draw a picture for you."

"Oh, snaps," said some of the boys covering their mouths with wide grins.

Jake shoved his desk back and went after Sebastian. The young muscled teen smoothly shifted out of his desk and moved away as Jake tried to grab him. "You think you're a tough guy? Huh? I'll take your fucking crayons and shove them up your ass. You're nothing but a pussy."

Sebastian stared at Jake with a defiant grin. "Yeah, well, you are what you eat so, I guess that makes you a dick."

"Oooohhh," shouted some more boys as most of the class started laughing.

Jake started barreling through some more desks with growing anger. Sebastian just kept laughing at his clumsiness, which infuriated Jake even more. Benji was completely mesmerized by how cool this boy was handling himself. He had never seen anything like it.

Jake was now chasing his nemesis around the classroom and looked visibly exhausted as Sebastian easily evaded him. "Hey, have any of y'all seen that new Indiana Jones movie? You know that part where the giant rock is barreling after the guy inside the mine? That's this dude; he plays the part so well," he taunted through a round of laughter.

"Fuck you, man," shouted Jake throwing him the finger.

"Sorry, dude, you're not my type."

"Is there a problem, boys?"

Everyone turned in alarm and saw Mrs. Hansen standing at the door, scowling with her hands on her hips with a stern look.

"This isn't over," Jake said, trying to catch his breath. "I'm getting you back. You can count on it."

***

It was after lunch and the boys were heading towards the gym. Benji had finally been able to catch Sebastian's attention. "Hey, I've wanted to thank you for what you did during math," he said, trying to catch up with the older teen.

"Hey, you don't owe me shit, alright? You can thank me by learning how to stand up for yourself."

"But I was gonna. You just beat me to it, that's all."

"Yeah, well, that one was a freebie. Next time you're on your own," he said as he walked ahead.

Benji stopped when he heard his name being called. He turned and smiled when he saw Riley and Calypso running towards him with big smiles. "It's about time you guys showed up. How did it go at Social Services?"

Riley and Calypso had missed half the school day to be at Social Services, where a Supervisor would be approving the Foster Care Agreement and make Laura and William Inglewood Calypso's official foster parents.

Riley wrapped his arm around Calypso. "It's official. Cal is now officially my legal genuine bonafide foster brother."

Benji squealed with delight. "Oh my god. You guys are fosbros now. That's just awesome; I'm gonna cry. Come here," he said, bringing them all together.

"Fosbros?" Riley said, scratching his head.

"Oh, come on, dude. It's short for foster brothers. It's easier to say."

As the boys headed into the boy's locker room, Benji started telling them everything that had happened during math class and about this new amazing kid who had bravely confronted Big Jake.

The coaches had noticed some lightning in the distance and decided to keep everyone inside. Dodgeball had always been the default game during inclement weather.

The first group was sent out onto the gym floor to line up on opposite ends. The coach blew his whistle, and the game commenced. The rest of the class were seated at the bleachers as the gym reverberated with loud shouting. Jake just sat there, staring daggers at Sebastian with hate in his eyes. Sebastian noticed and kept taunting him by imitating a baby crying. Jake responded by giving him the finger.

"Guys, that's him," said Benji pointing at Sebastian.

"Jeez, would you look at those two," said Calypso in awe. "Sebastian looks like someone who likes to work out. You think he can take Jake one on one?"

"I don't know, man. All Jake has to do is fall on top of the guy and it's sayonara baby," added Riley.

Jake turned his gaze towards Benji and imitated throwing the ball right at him. "Aw shit," Benji mumbled to himself. "That's it; I'm toast."

The first game was over and they were up for the next round. It turned out that Benji, Calypso, Riley, and Sebastian were on one side of the gym with two others, and Blake was on the opposite end with the other group. The boys who had been unlucky enough to be on the other side of where Jake was looked across the gym nervously. Everyone knew Jake would launch his balls like missiles and God help whoever got in the way. Jake stared with a sadistic smile as he waited for the game to begin.

The shrill of the whistle pierced the air. Both groups ran towards the balls in the middle. Despite not being as agile as the others, Jake managed to pick up a ball. He looked around frantically, looking for Sebastian. He spotted him immediately. He wanted to teach that arrogant little prick a lesson and simply taking him out would not settle the score. He had to pummel the guy with the ball so hard he wouldn't know what hit him. Sebastian was right where he wanted him, and he had a perfect shot. Jake stopped, reached back with his beefy arm and took aim with a wicked smile.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his cheek. One of the balls had hit him on the face so hard that he actually started falling back, and he just happened to see from the corner of his eye who had hit him. Benjamin. He was in utter shock and disbelief as he felt himself falling. He was beyond furious that Benji of all people had managed to rob him of his revenge. How could this have happened to him? The coach blew the whistle and immediately stopped the game. Jake felt humiliated as it took four students to get him up to his feet finally.

Benji stood frozen with his mouth open in awe, feeling gleeful, but terrified. Jake just glared back at him with a murderous stare, almost trembling with anger as he was guided to the bleachers like some helpless child. Benjamin knew he was a goner.

The noise levels inside the gym were reaching a crescendo. Overly excited students on both sides were screaming and shouting loudly at what appeared to be the most intense game of dodgeball so far. Jake had taken advantage of the distractions to move closer and closer to where Benji was sitting, which happened to be right next to the boy's locker room. As soon as the crowd erupted into another bout of shouting, Jake grabbed Benji by the collar and dragged him inside without anybody noticing.

After a few minutes, Riley started turning his head back and forth. He got on his feet and started looking around with concern. "Hey, Cal, where the hell's Benji?"

Calypso looked around as well. "I don't know. He was right here just a minute ago. Maybe he went to take a piss."

Riley looked around some more. "Yeah, well, where's Jake? I don't see him. Do you?" Both boys looked at each other in a panic. "Oh shit!" Both of them jumped off the bleachers and ran into the locker room.

Benji's face was turning red as a tomato as Jake pinned him against the lockers with his arm pressing on his neck. There were some other boys in there, but they mostly ignored the commotion. They decided not to intervene and were of the opinion that unless they were their buddies, these boys needed to resolve such differences among themselves.

Riley and Calypso ran into the locker room to try and save their friend. "Hey, leave him alone!" shouted Calypso.

"Well, well – if it isn't the Green Giant coming in to save Tiny Tim here," Jake said with scorn. Riley had been going through a growth spurt and was a lot taller than last year.

"Hey guys," Benji managed to choke out. "Looks like I'm stuck between a blob and a hard place."

"Come on, Jake. Back off," shouted Riley. He tried prying off Jakes's arm with no success.

Benji remembered how Sebastian had handled himself so bravely and how he had humiliated this guy during math and decided to man up. Benji stared at the red bruise on the puffy cheek of this obese eighth-grader and started giggling when he recalled the look of utter shock after smacking him on the face with the ball. He just couldn't help himself. Several students in the locker room took interest and started gathering to watch the exchange.

Jake pressed harder. "What the fuck are you laughing at, you piece of shit?"

"I'm sorry dude," Benji groaned. "I didn't mean to hit you like that. Okay, okay… maybe I did. It's just that, well – you're kind of hard to miss," he choked out with a snort. The more Benji tried to control his laughter, the worse it got. "You were like a walking hungry hippo. The only thing missing was the bullseye."

Several students started laughing, which caused Jake to swell up even more with anger. Feeling even more humiliated, he slammed his body weight hard against the poor diminutive seventh-grader.

"Oooff! Ow… ow." Benji was now groaning with pain and laughing at the same time. "So, now you wanna grow up to be a wrecking ball? Oh, I know – a Sumo Wrestler."

The Physical Education class was coming to an end and the boys in the gym started trailing into the locker room.

Riley turned to Calypso. "Cal, I think it's time you used your you-know-what on this guy," he whispered.

Calypso looked surprised. "What? No way, man. What if there's spillover?"

"Well, just concentrate," Riley insisted.

"But I still don't have complete control over it. You know that. It's too risky. And even if I do this, Benji's too close to him. He'll get it too."

They both turned when they heard Benji moaning in pain after being slammed against the locker again by Big Jake.

Benji looked at Calypso pleadingly. "Penny for your thoughts, Cal?" he blurted painfully.

"Cal, look at him. You're gonna have to risk it. Dude, you've gotta do something. One more body slam and he's gonna break his ribs. Come on. Just take a deep breath and concentrate."

Calypso looked at poor Benji and then at his brand-new foster brother. He decided he couldn't disappoint them any longer. "Alright. I'll try it. Maybe you should wait out in the gym."

"That's all right," Riley said with a smile. "I'll take my chances."

Calypso took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly. He could feel himself projecting a tiny sliver of his thought thrower and tried to aim it directly at Jake. He was surprised to discover that if he really focused, he could manage to direct his ribbon of energy with laser-like precision for short periods of time.

Benji continued squirming against Jake's iron grip when he noticed his eyes glazing over. Jake stepped back and started gasping with his eyes wide. He put his hand against the lockers to try and steady himself. He started gasping some more and pretty soon, his gasps started turning into soft moans.

He fell to his knees and started rubbing his chest and his crotch with his eyes closed in sexual ecstasy. "Uhh … uhh," His moaning groans were starting to become more pronounced and started sounding like a lady in the throes of sexual orgasms. "Uuhhh … Uuhhhh… Uh-huh! Oh god. Oh god. Ohhh, my gaaaawd," he moaned lying flat on his back as a small dark stain was noticeably coming through his shorts. Jake opened his eyes and saw all the boys in a circle staring down at him with their mouths open.

"Alright, what going on in here?!" shouted the coach walking through the entrance.

As he and some other students were helping the coach get Jake back on his feet, Benji staggered over to Riley and Calypso with a pained expression.

"Benji, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Riley asked in alarm.

"Guys, I think I need to go to the nurse," he said with his hands on his ribs.

"Aww shit. Cal, help me take him.

"What about our stuff?" Calypso asked, pointing to the lockers.

"We'll come back for it later."

The boys put Benji's arms around their shoulders and carried him off to the Nurse's Office. As the nurse was laying Benji down on the examination table, the coach and Sebastian staggered in carrying Big Jake, who looked furious with embarrassment.

"Let go of me. I feel fine," he snapped. "I just had to pee really bad and it just squirted out."

"Yeah, right," snorted Sebastian. "Is that why you were moaning like a bitch being butt-fucked? Uuhh… Uuhhh!" he mimicked.

Jake tried to ram him, but the coach held him back.

"Hey! Language, mister," the coach hissed at Sebastian, trying not to laugh. "All of you, get back to the locker room and get dressed," he said, pointing to the door. "Don't worry about your next class. I'll write you boys a tardy slip." He turned to Jake. "And you stay put until the nurse says you can leave. Let's go!"

"You guys go," said Riley. "I'm staying with Benji. Cal, can you bring us our stuff when you're done?"

"You got it, fosbro."

Sebby noticed a discarded straw in the trashcan next to the exit and quickly picked it up. He casually tore a piece of paper from a yellow notepad and popped it in his mouth, chewed it up, brought the straw to his mouth and landed a fat spit wad right on Jake's swollen cheek right under his left eye. Jake shot Sebby a murderous glare as he slowly closed the door with a wicked grin while flashing him the bird.

Chapter 8
Shower Connection

Calypso and Sebastian were walking back to the locker room side by side. Calypso kept looking at him through the corner of his eye. He started checking out his features and soon decided that he was really cute in a rugged sort of way. He opened up his mind a little bit to see if he could sense any arousals from him, but he felt nothing.

Sebastian stopped and confronted him. "What!" Sebastian snapped. "What are you staring at?"

"Um, sorry. I was just wondering why you helped the coach bring Jake to the Nurse's Office. I thought you guys hated each other."

"The coach made me. I had no choice. Fucking prick," he said as he continued walking. "What happened to that fat fuck anyways? It looked like he was having like a spontaneous orgasm or some shit."

"Yeah, um, I don't know. It sure was weird, though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, well who gives a shit," Sebastian said dismissively and walked away rapidly.

"Hey, wait up."

"I ain't waiting for you. Stop walking too fucking slow."

When the boys walked into the locker room, it was totally empty. This was the coach's free period and he would be spending that time in the Teacher's Lounge. Calypso and Sebastian's lockers were almost in front of each other's on opposite ends. After grabbing their duffel bags with their clothes, each sat down on their respective benches and stared at each other for a moment.

As soon as Calypso pulled off his shirt, that's when he felt a sprinkle of arousal from Sebastian as he too pulled off his shirt. Calypso kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shorts. Sebastian's gaze lingered a bit while staring at Calypso's black boxer briefs. He quickly turned to his duffel bag and started taking his regular clothes out. Calypso could feel Sebastian's urges intensifying and casually stared at his bulge over his white briefs, which was getting quite large. Sebastian grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist before pulling off his underwear and putting on a fresh pair.

"Um, are we just gonna get dressed, or were we supposed to take a shower?"

Sebastian froze for a moment. "I'm getting dressed. You can do whatever you want," he mumbled.

"Well, I do feel kind of sticky so, I'll just take a quick shower, okay?"

"Why are you asking me?"

Calypso stood up, feeling his now uncontrollable erection tenting against his briefs. Sebastian noticed it right away.

"You don't have to wait up for me if you don't want to."

Sebastian quickly turned away. "Pfff … I wasn't planning. I aint' no damned babysitter."

Calypso could sense the conflicting emotions just from the expressions on his face. But that didn't diminish the intensity of his hormones playing havoc on his body. Calypso knew Sebastian wanted to see him naked so badly. So, he gave him what he wanted by slowly pulling down on his briefs and dropping them down to his ankles right in front of him. Sebastian's facial expression was neutral, but his inner desires were in turmoil.

"Dude, why do you have a fucking boner?"

"I don't know," Calypso said. "I used to be able to control it, but now I can't. It just pops out whenever it wants."

"Well, hurry up and get in the shower before someone walks in and thinks we're homos or something."

Calypso slowly turned around and walked towards the showers. He could feel Sebastian admiring his butt as he walked away. But he was starting to get annoyed at Sebastian pretending to be offended about something he greatly desired – Calypso's naked body. He grabbed his towel, hung it on one of the hooks, and started showering.

Sebastian let out a soft whoosh as he stared at Calypso's hot-as-fuck tight ass. He finished getting dressed, grabbed his duffel bag and walked out the door. And then he stopped and turned around. He lightly banged his head against the door a couple of times, trying to decide what to do. He wanted to go back in there and take a shower with Calypso, but his raging boner was the only thing standing in his way.

He couldn't let Calypso know how he felt about him. But Calypso was perfect, and they would be alone in the shower together. This would be a rare opportunity to find out if Calypso was into boys and he just couldn't let it go to waste.

He walked back inside and discovered that he could actually lock the door. He stripped off all of his clothes and wrapped his towel around his waist. He stood at the entrance to the showers and stared at Calypso as he was bending down to soap up his legs and admired his jiggling nut sack hanging down between his legs.

Calypso noticed Sebastian standing there through his legs and stood up to face him. "What happened? Did you change your mind?"

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I was feeling a little sticky myself. Besides, the coach said we're free to ditch our next class, right? Can't say no to that."

He looked down at his towel and then turned to look over his shoulder. He was still a little nervous about Calypso seeing his full erection and what he might think about it. He figured that even if Calypso had a boner, that didn't mean he was gay. But it could also mean that he was. It was still a big gamble for him.

"What the hell," he mumbled, coming up with an idea. He casually removed his towel and tossed it over to the bench just inside the shower entrance.

Calypso watched him walking in all casual with his boner wobbling from side to side and Calypso was powerfully impressed. His dick was larger than he expected for a thirteen-year-old boy his size. His fat boner was at a 45° angle jutting up almost to his belly button, pointing directly at him as Sebastian stepped under the water spray. His whispies were short but noticeable around the base of his circumcised dick with a remarkable eye-catching mushroom top. Despite feeling a surge of boy lust, Calypso was still annoyed that Sebastian was still faking his true feelings.

"Dude, why do you have a fucking boner?" Calypso said, throwing it back at him. Calypso was starting to learn that people at school paid more attention to you if you started cussing.

"Hey, don't get any ideas," he shot back. Sebastian squirted some soap into his palm and started lathering himself. "I'm just thinking about my math teacher, Mrs. Hansen. Have you seen that tight ass of hers? That gorgeous blonde is fucking hot, man. Mmmm… I'll ride that fucking bitch and stick it in hard and make her scream, know what I mean." Sebastian closed his eyes and started masturbating. "Oh yeah… Oh yeah… That's how I want my hard cock to feel inside her pussy."

Calypso knew he was lying and was just using that as an excuse for having such a hard boner. But he was swelling up with lust just watching how he was jerking that massive slab of meat. Sebastian pantomimed holding a woman's butt and started thrusting his hips erotically as if he was fucking her in the ass doggy style while staring at Calypso's body.

"Oh yeah, baby… Oooooh yeah. Feel that cock. You like that, don't you?" he moaned. "Mmm, moan for me, baby. Squeal for me."

Calypso saw the way he was looking at him through those long yellow blonde bangs hanging over his hazel eyes with that sexy alluring smile. His body was lean and muscled with honey-tanned skin. Soap was dripping down from his testicles, which were smooth and nicely rounded, almost wrinkle-free.

The thrusting of his hips was making his huge boner bounce and sway and gyrate all over the place, which was making Calypso swoon with lust. He remembered watching Benji stroking his boner in the shower and wanted to learn more.

"Hey, um … what do you call that?" Calypso asked shakily.

"Call what?"

"That thing you're doing with your um… thing."

"You mean jacking off?" he asked with a wide smile. "It's easy. You just wrap your hand around your cock like this. Then you started stroking it back and forth like so. Try it out, dude."

Calypso started stroking his boner clumsily and without rhythm. "No, not like that. You have to do it fast and hard and get into the groove like this. Here, let me show you." Sebastian reached out and was about to grab Calypso's dick and suddenly stopped himself. "Um, yeah… you'll get the hang of it. How old are you anyway?"

"I'm almost twelve."

"Well, not bad for almost twelve. Hey, what's that you're wearing?" Sebastian asked, pointing at Calypso's necklace.

"I don't rem… um, what I mean is that it was a gift from my father." He didn't remember if he even had a father and that kind of made him feel guilty. With that lie, Calypso had a sudden flashback.

I want you to wear this at all times and never leave it out of your sight…

"That's a very nice necklace," Sebastian said. "Can I see it?" Calypso remained motionless in deep thought. "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Yeah, sure," Calypso said trying to figure out what the hell that flashback was about. He removed the necklace and placed it on Sebastian's palm. Sebastian was inspecting it with interest, but Calypso knew he was actually inspecting his boner, which was in his line of sight. Then he had another flashback.

… it has all the answers… look for the Trankhston Foundation …

Calypso shook his head in confusion. "Um… can I have that back please?" he asked almost in a trance.

After a moment of gawking, Sebastian dropped the necklace over Calypso's head and placed his hands on his shoulders. Sebastian studied his freckled face, his moist tender cherub lips, his wavy brown shoulder-length hair curling up at the ends. He stared into his emerald-green eyes and Calypso stared right back almost hypnotically.

Sebastian turned Calypso around and started massaging his shoulders with his soapy hands. He glided them up and down Calypso's arms, then reached around and started massaging and lathering his chest. "You missed a spot," Sebastian said as his hands ventured down to Calypso's hips and held them there, looking down at his butt and getting more excited, waiting for Calypso to make the next move.

Breathing a little faster, Calypso moved back almost imperceptibly until his butt was pushing up against Sebastian's boner. Sebastian was elated at this final confirmation that he had been hoping for and drank in the exhilaration of spooning this smoking hot green-eyed naked wonder. He reached over Calypso's shoulder with one arm to cup his balls and started fondling him as he kissed him on the shoulder and on his neck.

"Not a word to anybody. This stays between us; you got it?" he said softly into his ear as he turned him around to face him.

"Yeah, I got it," Calypso gasped.

Sebastian glided his hands over Calypso's round ass cheeks and marveled at how his hand was able to cup his butt cheeks so perfectly. Then he lustfully started lathering and squeezing and lifting his butt with both hands.

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I… I…" Sebastian silenced him by enveloping his mouth around his moist lips.

Calypso was in a whole new world. He had experienced sex before, but never like this. The sex with Riley and Benji, at the forest and up in the treehouse, had been the result of his thought thrower. They had been under overpowering influences that had stripped them of their abilities to resist. But Sebastian wasn't under such influences. Calypso was sure of it. He was doing this freely, consensually and willingly.

He was awed by this new freedom he now felt to explore and examine all these incredible feelings without worrying about the negative effects of his abilities on others. Although Calypso wasn't making any use of those abilities, he couldn't stop his mind from making a psionic connection with Sebastian.

Sebastian wrapped his fingers around Calypso's hardon and started masturbating him. "This is how you jack off. I'll teach you all you need to know. You like that, don't you? I bet you do." He said, looking at Calypso with a crooked smile.

"Yeah," Calypso gasped. "Yeah… yeah, that… that feels good," he said with his eyes closed.

Then Sebastian gasped and his eyes snapped open when he realized he could feel his hand stroking Calypso's boner as if it was his own dick.

"What the fuck's happening? Are… are you doing this? How…"

"It's okay," Calypso said reassuringly as he cupped Sebastian's balls and started fondling them. "It's okay. Just let yourself go. Just let yourself feel." Not only could Sebastian feel Calypso massaging his balls, but he could also sense his arousals in doing so.

"Hey, Sebastian, can you…"

"Call me Sebby," he said, swallowing.

"Sebby, can you jack me off again? That feels really good."

"Trust me, I know," Sebby said softly.

Sebastian's hardened tough-guy exterior shell began to dissolve slowly. He was like a whole different person now – kind, gentle, soft-spoken. Sebastian finally melted himself into Calypso's wet soapy body. Two naked boys alone in the shower grabbing, groping, caressing, pressing against each other, feeling not only the sexual stimulations from each other but to each other, fueling the flames of their harmonic sexual desires, amplifying their collective lusting for each other.

"How are you doing this?" Sebby asked in awe.

"Call it a gift." Calypso reached down and wrapped his fingers around Sebastian's massive boner and started jerking him off. "Let's see, and I doing this right."

"Oh fuuuck," Sebby gasped. "You know you are, loverboy."

Sexual partners usually ask each other how they want to be pleasured, but with these two, it was soon becoming completely instinctual. Each knew each other's sexual desires and how the other wanted to be stimulated because, in reality, Sebastian's desires became Calypso's desires, and vice-versa.

They had the ability to discern and perceive each other's most sensitive parts of their bodies and instantly adapted their stimulations for maximum pleasure. The boys were now being swept away down the rapids of sexual ecstasy, lost in the currents of erotic, unpredictable and undefined sexual cravings that neither of them could have ever conceived, but yet managed to fully satisfy in their entirety.

Sebastian could feel the pleasure waves as he squeezed one of Calypso's nipples while stroking the other with his tongue. Sebastian knelt and looked up at Calypso. "Do you know what a blowjob is?"

"No, but I'm sure I'm about to find out," Calypso said, looking down at him. He was glad to let Sebby take the lead and let him be the master of his sexual awakenings. The wonders of sexuality were something that was constantly on his mind and he could learn so much from this young sexy teen with the huge irresistible cock.

Sebastian examined Calypso's hardon with anticipation. His milky white swollen penis was poking out horizontally, throbbing and jerking, waiting for Sebby to do with it whatever he wanted to. He pulled back on Calypso's foreskin a few times, exposing his glans. "Oh, you're gonna love this," he said, putting Calypso's boner in his mouth.

He stimulated the tip with his tongue and rolled it around Calypso's hard boner a few times. He pressed his lips hard over the length of Calypso's hardness as he repeatedly impaled his dick into his mouth while maneuvering his smooth nut sack between his fingers. Both boys started moaning softly, almost in unison.

"What did you call that? A a blow job? Mmmm… hooohhh… nice job," Calypso moaned softly.

Sebby pulled Calypso by the hand toward the dry-off section and sat down on the bench. He turned Calypso around, had him squat down, and positioned his butt hole over his boner. He pushed the tip of his boner against his starfish and his dick became electrified. There was still enough residue of soap to allow Sebby to start working and slithering his dick up Calypso's ass. But Calypso didn't like how that felt and his discomfort was instantly registering in Sebby's brain.

"I'm sorry, Sebby," Calypso gasped. "It hurts too much."

"Hey, that's okay, Cal. Don't worry about it bro. We'll just pretend, okay? Just sit on my lap and press your legs together as hard as you can. I'll just push my cock up between your thighs like this."

They both felt the orgasmic sensations of Sebby's dick gliding smoothly, but tightly up and down between Calypso's legs. Sebby was jerking Calypso's boner with one hand while stroking and squeezing his nipples with the other. Soap bubbles were forming on Calypso's lap as Sebby started thrusting harder and faster, the crown of his cock poking up like some rodent sticking its head in and out of its hole. Both boys had their eyes tightly closed; both boys lost in each other's eroticism.

"Sebby… Huhh, huhh… I can feel it. I … I can feel something coming. It feels awesome. Don't stop. Keep going. Uuh… huuhh.

"Almost there, Cal. I'm almost there. Ohh… Ooohh yeah, oh yeah. Moan for me baby. Squeal for me baby."

Both were now moaning and squealing in high pitch. Calypso could feel something powerful and wonderful ready to explode in Sebby's dick and that felt extremely good.

"Aaahh Cal, hahh… hahh, here it comes… here it comes!"

"Aaahh Sebby, I know… I know," Calypso gasped.

Both boys let out a loud moan as Sebby's juices shot out and landed on Calypso's chest. Their bodies trembled with euphoria washing over them as his jizz oozed down like white lava. Sebby continued thrusting, wanting to prolong his connection with Calypso as long as he could. Both boys were rigid with their eyes closed, eyebrows raised and mouths open, shivering with the orgasmic release.

Calypso had dry orgasmed at the same time Sebby did, but he wasn't yet old enough to produce sperm. And yet, he felt for the first time in his life the glorious and exhilarating sensations of having an uncontrolled and unstoppable orgasm through his mental connection with Sebby. And then he had another flashback.

Calypso watched behind the tree with a satisfied grin at the group of men doing all these nasty things with each other's privates … he observed with fascination the way they were sticking each other's boners in their mouth… they started squirming on the ground as if they were in pain with white liquid shooting out of their penises.

Sebby leaned back against the wall with his arms around Calypso. "Dude, you are like a million times better than a pussy, you know that?" he said with exhaustion. Sebby was talking from experience. Lots of experience.

Calypso brought himself back to the present and relaxed himself into Sebby's arms. "Yeah. Yeah, I know," he said with a wide smile. He wanted more; he was hooked. Calypso was hooked big time.

Chapter 9
Bird Call

The dismissal bell rang out, and soon after, eager students started flowing out the doors ready to reclaim their freedom after the first week of school. Meadows Ridge Academy was a two-story 7 to 12 grade school located at the edge of the forest in a small town with a population of about 6,000. It was a close-knit community where everyone pretty much knew each other and were usually wary of any outsiders.

Riley, Calypso and Amelia were pacing outside the nurse's office waiting for Benji to come out. Although the nurse didn't suspect any permanent damage of his ribs, she sent a note home for his parents to get him checked by his doctor.

As soon as Benji opened the door, Riley rushed over to him. "Benji, are you all right? How do you feel? Does it still hurt?"

"Oh, I feel just peachy, Riley. How do you think I feel after being squished by the giant Pillsbury Doughboy? I'm gonna be sore as hell."

"Yeah, well, you better hope you don't get a yeast infection," giggled Amelia.

"Huh? I don't get it," replied Benji.

"Aw, dude, what is that smell?" Riley asked in disgust.

"What do you think? Doughboy was farting so much that the nurse finally let him go. The guy was probably crop dusting the fucking hallways all the way back to his class. Nobody dares walk behind him unless they wanna get themselves gassed," he quipped, holding his neck with his tongue out like if he was choking. Everyone started laughing.

"Here, let me carry your backpack," offered Calypso.

Amelia noticed some red marks on Calypso's neck. "Cal, are those hickeys on your neck? What have you been up to today?" she asked with a girlish smile.

Calypso looked aghast. "What?! Oh um… ehem… some guy in P.E. was pinching my neck to make it look like a hickey. He was just messing around to embarrass me," he said, turning red as he pulled up on his collar.

"Mmm-hmm," she said, giving him a fish-eyed look.

As soon as they walked out the door, they noticed the school buses driving away. "Dammit! We missed the bus," shouted Benji.

"That's all right. We'll just walk home. We could use the exercise," said Amelia.

"Speak for yourself," said Benji holding his ribs. "It hurts when I walk. Let's just cross over to Belltown across the street so I can use the payphone. I'll call my dad to come to pick us up. Riley, do you have a quarter?"

As the boys were walking, Bertha quickly intercepted the group. "Hi, Calypso. Can I talk to you for a second?"

Calypso looked at her in confusion. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"It's me – Bertha from History Class. Don't you remember me?"

"Oh um, hi Bertha. What's up?"

A dark cloud of jealousy started forming above Amelia's head when she saw Bertha pulling Calypso over to the side. She noticed Bertha handing him an envelope and that's when she started staring at his neck. She had obviously noticed his hickeys.

Amelia quickly placed herself in her line of sight and started pantomiming her and Calypso hugging and kissing each other passionately. She pointed to herself and then to Calypso as she puckered her lips and started making sucking sounds, letting her think it was she who had given him the hickeys. Bertha returned her gaze with a smoldering look.

She walked over to Amelia and arched her head over her like some buzzard. "Look, little girl," she said in a low voice. "I'm not giving up that easily. You just better get used to some competition around here."

"Competition? With you?" she said mockingly. "Dude, he already likes me."

"Oh yeah? Then why did he just accept my invitation to my swimming party?" she asked, walking away with a smug smile.

Now it was Amelia staring at her with a smoldering look.

***

Laydon Draco parked the aqua blue Bronco on the side of the convenience store facing towards the school. The sixteen-year-old picked up his binoculars and started scanning the area, watching as all the boys and girls meandered around after school. Then he saw Sebastian passing by and quickly rolled down his window.

"Hey, Sebastian! Get over here."

Sebastian closed his eyes and winced. "Fuck," he mumbled to himself.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Get over here now!" Laydon commanded. Sebastian slowly walked over. "Get in," Laydon said, unlocking the doors. Sebastian got in.

"Look man; I'm tired of this. I've already done a lot of shit for you and your boss. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Relax," Laydon said soothingly. "I just want some information, that's all. Do you know a kid by the name of Calypso?"

Sebastian hesitated. "Um, no. I don't know anybody by that name."

"You're lying, Sebastian. Your face already gave you away. Don't fucking lie to me."

"Fine. Yes, I know him. What do you want with the guy?"

"Have you fucked him? Huh? Was he good?" Laydon dropped his binoculars on Sebastian's lap. "Here, look around. Do you see him anywhere?"

Sebastian picked it up and started scanning the area. Laydon noticed he had zeroed in on someone. "I don't see him anywhere, alright?" he said, tossing the binoculars on the seat.

"Sebastian, if you're lying to me, we know where you live, and we know where your old man works. Do you really wanna fuck with me?"

"He's right there, man," Sebastian said, pointing to a group of kids crossing the street. "He's the one holding two backpacks. What do you want with him anyway?"

"You know better than that," Laydon said, pulling out his wallet. He pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and tossed it on Sebastian's lap. "Here, go get your drunk father some more beer. See what happens when you cooperate?" Laydon said, patting Sebastian's cheek with his hand. "Now get out of here."

***

As the group was crossing the street heading to the convenience store, Calypso noticed Sebastian getting out of a blue Ford Bronco with tinted windows. Then he walked inside the store. While Benji was trying to call his dad on the payphone, Calypso kept looking around feeling a bit uneasy for some reason. He felt like they were being watched.

"Dammit," hissed Benji. "He's not answering." He pulled the quarter out of the return, pushed it into the slot and dialed again. After a few rings, he slammed the phone hard. "Fuck," he mumbled. "I guess we're walking home."

Then Sebastian walked out, holding a soda and a bag of chips. Calypso's face instantly brightened up. "Hey, Sebby!"

Sebastian completely ignored him and ran across the street. Calypso turned to the group. "Guys, come on. Hurry up!" He immediately started chasing after the young teen with the rest of the boys trying to catch up.

"Sebby, wait up!" he said, finally catching up to him.

"Stop calling me Sebby. My name's Sebastian," he snapped, walking rapidly.

"But you told me to call you Sebby, remember? When we were in the …"

Sebastian immediately stopped and turned around to confront him. "Look Calypso – just because we had a good lay doesn't mean we're gonna be picking daffodils for each other. That's all it was – a good lay, alright? Now either walk ahead of me or walk behind me," he said looking over his shoulder. "Just don't walk next to me," he snapped, giving Calypso a slight push. Sebastian noticed the rest of the group approaching and started jogging away.

"What was that all about?" asked Riley.

"Nothing," said Calypso, bitterly filling up with anger. "Not a fucking thing."

The group walked in silence behind Calypso along the edge of the forest after noticing his darkening mood. Riley, Benji and Amelia kept whispering to each other, trying to figure out what was going on.

Then Calypso noticed something from the corner of his eye. There was a flash of light wavering on the leaves of the trees. He looked over his shoulder and saw a bright reflection as if someone was using a mirror to send a message to someone. This caused his hackles to rise in alarm.

As the group kept walking along, he noticed a man standing to the side next to a tree looking at them. Calypso kept staring at the man with his head down. He looked awfully familiar. Calypso had a very bad feeling about this and froze in his tracks, causing the group to bump into him.

"Hey, what's the deal?" asked Amelia bouncing off of Riley.

Calypso was almost thrown back from a sudden wave of flashbacks:

He was running away with some man in the middle of the forest. The man was holding his hand, trying to steady him so he wouldn't fall. Beams of flashlights were slicing through the darkness. A gunshot rang out. A group of men was trying to catch up to them. They wanted… they wanted to hurt them. They wanted to hurt him. No – they want to kill him. But instead, they killed someone else, someone he loved.

David… they killed David. No…

The floodgates had been lifted and he now remembered everything. He remembered the Institute where he grew up with a group of scientists, cuddling up in his warm bed with his stuffed turtle. He remembered David leaning against a tree with blood on his hands, telling him how much he loved him.

Calypso's eyes filled up with tears and he suddenly felt a gaping hole in his heart. That man had been like a father to him. And now this man, Chief Patterson from Hespera, the man who had killed David, had finally caught up with him. This man was going to kill him. He had not time to grieve right now if he wanted to protect himself and his friends.

He prepared himself mentally and activated his thought thrower. There were still too many students walking around and he figured they weren't in immediate danger. For the moment, he created a shield between himself and the chief. If he crossed that shield, the chief would find himself writhing on the floor in orgasmic hell.

"Hey Cal, what's wrong? Are you crying?" asked Benji with concern.

Calypso turned around and looked at his friends dead serious as he wiped his tears. "Guys, we need to turn around and head back to the school."

"What? How come?" asked Riley.

"That man over there wants to hurt me. We need to get away from him. I don't have time to explain. Move!" he snapped, trying to usher them along.

"Who is that man?" asked Amelia nervously. "Cal, you're scaring me."

***

Laydon Draco leaned against the Bronco as he used his mirror to reflect the sunlight and send the signal to the men in the forest. Calypso was on his way. The sixteen-year-old jumped back into the driver's seat, picked up the binoculars and waited for this operation to commence. He turned on the engine and prepared himself to get into the action.

While looking through the binoculars, he wondered what it was about this kid that the boss had to hire all these men with guns to catch him. He thought it was a bit overkill. The boss hadn't given him too much information, and Jaydon wasn't quite sure what all this was about. All he knew was that he was to meet Chief Patterson at a designated location where he would be handing over the kid to him so he could drive him back to the mansion.

He watched one of the boys turn around and started shoving the rest of his friends back to the school. That's him. He has no idea what's he's up against.

Then Laydon suddenly started getting a dizzy spell. He shook his head and tried to clear the nausea. He started sensing a wave of energy from somewhere nearby that seemed awfully familiar to him somehow. He has sensed this energy before. But… that couldn't be. Laydon instinctively enveloped this wave of energy with his mind and quickly extinguished it. The dizziness was gone.

***

As Calypso and his friends were walking away from Chief Patterson, he suddenly stopped and gasped. His ribbon of energy that he was using as his shield suddenly fizzled away. It just disappeared. He tried desperately to bring it back, but he just couldn't. What the hell happened? He realized with despair that his thought thrower was gone.

The situation became even worse when they saw another man stepping out of the trees and blocking their path. Then three more men came out and the group found themselves surrounded.

"Cal, what the hell is going on? Who are these men?" Riley asked with wide eyes.

"Use your thought thingy on them," insisted Amelia.

"Yeah, use your nasty thrower and make them go away. Hurry!" yelled Benji.

Calypso was starting to panic. "I can't," he said, exasperated. "I'm trying to, but I can't."

"Calypso," said a loud booming voice. "I want you to step away from your friends and walk back towards me. Do not turn around. Do you understand?" Calypso noticed Chief Patterson had unholstered his pistol. "If you try to do anything to my men or me, I'll still have enough time to shoot you and your friends. You know what I'm talking about."

The men started closing in as they too pulled out their pistols. Calypso and his friends were stricken with fear. They looked around frantically, trying to find an escape route.

"Cal, what do they want? I'm scared." Riley said shakily.

"I have an idea," said Calypso. "When I say run, you guys run and separate straight into the forest as fast as you can. Wait for my signal."

Calypso raised his hands into the air. "Alright, you win. I'll do what you say. But tell these guys to back off and I want you to let my friends walk away."

"I'll meet you halfway," said the chief. "I'll have my friends back off, but your friends stay. Once you're tucked away in my car, then we'll let your friends go."

Calypso had a feeling he would say that. He noticed the men backing away and putting some distance. "No deal," Calypso shouted. "You let my friends go first, and then I'll come to you."

"Sorry, Calypso, but I'm not playing your games. I'm gonna count to three and if you're not walking towards me by then, I will shoot one your friends. Who's it going to be, Calypso? I think I'll aim for the girl's head. One … two… th…"

"Ruuuuuunnnnn!" Calypso shouted at the top of his lungs. He immediately turned around and sprinted directly towards Chief Patterson. The chief was caught completely off guard as he felt himself being tackled back, causing him to drop his gun. Calypso sprinted into the forest and watched with satisfaction when he saw his friends scattering into the trees in all directions.

He heard shots being fired and wondered if he had made the right decision. He would never forgive himself if any of them got hurt or killed. He had to worry about that later as his first order of business was to run as fast as he could and getaway.

***

Each of the four men separated and followed in the general direction of the girl and the two boys. All they needed was to catch just one of them to use as a hostage and make Calypso give himself up. Riley, Benji and Amelia had regrouped and huddled together. Amelia had suggested they wait for any of the men to pass by, throw large rocks at the trees to get these men to waste their bullets and run like hell. Her plan seemed to be working.

Riley and Amelia positioned themselves behind two trees and waited until another man stepped into view. The man was stepping lightly, trying to make as little noise as possible with his pistol lowered. As soon as Amelia gave the signal, both she and Riley pulled hard on a long thread of brown yarn that she had taken from her Art Class. As soon as the man tripped over, all three of them converged and started pummeling the guy with large rocks until he was almost unconscious.

"Come on, let's go," Amelia hissed.

"Wait," said Benji. "What about his gun? Aren't we gonna shoot him?"

"You want us to shoot him?" Riley said aghast. "What if he dies?"

"Benji, I'm only eleven," said Amelia with her hands on her hips. "I'm too young to kill anybody. Besides, my mom would kill me if she found out."

Benji carefully cradled the gun on his palm and slowly walked over to a tall tree stump. He carefully stuck the gun into a hole and let it drop, causing the gun to accidentally discharge.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" they all yelled, running away in a panic.

***

Calypso had been cornered. He made the mistake of running into a ravine that ran along a rockface. Chief Patterson and his men were closing in. The chief was still wondering why he wasn't using his abilities against all of them. Could he have lost his abilities already? This concerned him because if that was true, then he wouldn't be as valuable to his sex trafficking ringleader as he had expected. He would just be another boy to be butt fucked and gang-raped by their clients.

When Chief Patterson was told about Calypso's whereabouts, he informed the CEO of Hespera that none of his men wanted to be involved in his capture. They had been unnerved from the effects that they had experienced from that boy in the forest and wanted no part in this operation. So, the chief convinced his boss that he knew some men outside of the Institute that he could recruit to help him capture Calypso and bring him back.

It had never been his intention to bring him back to the Institute. The chief had given his contact a detailed description of Calypso's sexual abilities. He was to turn Calypso over to Laydon Draco, who would drive him over to the boss for an evaluation. If his story panned out, he would be paid a small fortune and be done with the little brat.

The boy pressed himself hard against the rockface, looking scared and panicked. His eyes were shifting from side to side. He almost felt sorry for him. The chief was actually hoping he would use his abilities on them, just to put his mind at ease. What was he waiting for? He must be holding himself back on purpose. Maybe he knew the chief's true intentions and was trying to dissuade him. He wondered if he was also a mind reader.

Calypso started crying. His face was wet with tears rolling down his cheeks. "Please don't hurt me," he pleaded. "I'm sorry I hit you. I'm sorry! I'm sorry I hit you," he wailed.

The chief was unmoved and signaled the men to close in. He pointed his gun at Calypso while one of the men pulled out a small pillowcase to put over his head.

"No… nooo," Calypso sobbed shaking his head. "Leave me alone. Leave me alooone!" he screamed.

Then everybody stopped when they felt an unusual shift in the air. The men looked around and up into the sky. It sounded like some kind of disturbance in the air, a sort of buzzing sound that none of them were able to identify. The men looked at each other nervously.

"Chief, what is that?" asked one of the men.

"Don't worry about it. Just get the damned kid."

The buzzing sound started getting louder and louder. Suddenly, they noticed the sun being blocked by a dark cloud. But then they realized that was no cloud. It was a huge swarm of birds that could be seen through the gaps in the tall trees. And they were descending straight towards them. The enormous swarm of birds started circling around directly above their position. Calypso seemed to be as frightened as the rest of them.

They all looked up in awe as they noticed the birds in the middle, forming a funnel that started stretching downward ominously like a tornado. The men backed off and stood behind some large trees. Calypso watched in horror as the cone of birds descended straight for him. He tried to run, but soon found himself right smack in the middle of the thickening wall of flying birds rapidly swirling around him.

Calypso soon realized what was going on. All these birds somehow sensed he was in danger and started forming a protective wall around him to keep him from being harmed by these men. There were birds of all types and sizes. There were owls, woodpeckers, finches, jaybirds, mockingbirds, robins, sparrows, cardinals … all kinds of birds. Even hummingbirds. There were thousands of them.

Calypso raised his hands in the air with wonder in his eyes. He was laughing out loud with joy and elation and looked up into the tunnel of birds forming a hole to the sky. He tried moving and discovered that the protective tunnel moved with him. These birds were protecting him just like the wolves had protected him in the forest and guided him to safety.

The men suddenly found themselves being attacked by a variety of woodland creatures. Chipmunks and squirrels started raining down on them from the trees and started biting them. The surrounding terrain started coming alive with mice, rats, prairie dogs, and any other type of mammal that happened to be in the area.

The men started firing their guns in desperation at the encroaching animals and soon found themselves being dive-bombed by a bunch of woodpeckers hammering down on their skulls. The chief and his men had finally had enough and ran off, trying desperately to swat the mad birds away while pulling off the chipmunks gnawing at their ankles. Then a pack of wolves appeared who quickly dispatched the retreating marauders scrambling back to their vehicles.

Riley, Benji and Amelia watched in shock and awe from behind a large tree stump at this miraculous event. The funnel of birds and the array of animals slowly started to dissipate and disperse. This would be a story that they would pass on to their grandchildren for generations.

***

Laydon focused intently on the unfolding events through his binoculars and was as shocked as everyone else. He saw when the dark funnel of birds descended down into the trees until the birds finally broke their formation and moved on. But his shock was not in reference to the spectacle he had just seen. His shock had to do with the fact that he had witnessed this phenomenon before in the distant past. It was around that same time when he had been intimately familiar with those energy waves that were making him dizzy earlier.

"But this is impossible," the sixteen-year-old mused to himself. "This can't be. The last time I saw this was almost seventy years ago. Oh, Calypso. If you are what I think you are, this whole planet is gonna be in deeeep shit."

Chapter 10
Relighting the Pilot

Calypso was sitting on the ground in a daze, trying to recover from what had just happened and trying to process his newly discovered memories about himself. Amelia and the boys ran over to Calypso, shouting with excitement.

"Oh my god! Cal, are you all right?" shouted Riley.

"Dude, were you the one doing that bird tornado thing? That was like totally freaking awesome!" exclaimed Benji with his hands in the air.

"Of course it was him," said Amelia. "Who else would it be? Boy, talk about having foul weather," she said with a snicker.

"Yeah," said Benji. "And talk about flipping the bird to all those guys. Get it? Flipping them the bird?" Amelia shook her head in disapproval. "You guys suck, you know that?" Then Riley and Amelia started snorting with laughter.

"Cal, say something. How are you feeling, bro?" asked Riley, offering his hand to help him up.

Calypso slowly got up and started dusting himself off. "I'm fine," he said, looking sad. "Come on, let's get out of here and go find our backpacks."

"Are you sure? Are you sure you're all right?" asked Riley, acting like a mother hen. "Man, for a moment, I thought Dorothy's house was gonna drop down on your ass."

Riley waited for some kind of reaction from Calypso and got nothing. They all looked at each other with concern as they quietly followed Calypso from behind.

Calypso was in turmoil. The death of David, who was like the world to him, was weighing heavily on him. And the people at Hespera were the ones who killed him. And now, the place that used to be his home; the place where he felt completely safe and protected, was gone. And the people who had cared for him and fed him and played games with him and made him laugh were now trying to kill him too.

And what the hell happened to his thought thrower? How could it have just disappeared? This was something that had been a part of him for his entire life. And now he felt like there was a gaping hole in his very soul. It felt like he had lost an arm or a leg. He didn't know what to do. He felt so lost.

Calypso stopped and turned around to face his friends. "Guys, I have something I need to tell you."

Everyone stopped and looked at Calypso, waiting attentively for him to speak. Calypso looked at each of their faces with tenderness and realized how important they had become to him. They deserved to know the truth.

"Cal, what is it?" said Riley. "Is it about those men who tried to shoot us?"

"Yea. Somehow, I've recovered my lost mm…" Calypso froze. Those men? What am I doing? he thought. Those men were probably going to keep looking for him. What if … what if they find out where he lives? What if they come looking for him while he's at home with his foster family? They would be in danger. Riley would be in danger. What if his new foster parents try to protect him and they get shot? It would be his fault. What if they try to get him again while walking home from school like they did today? His friends would be in danger too.

He decided that he can't tell them anything about this right now. At least not yet. The less they know, the safer they'll be; but how does he keep the Institute from finding out where he lives? Maybe they already know. If they already know where he goes to school, they could have easily found out where he lives. As hard as it was to accept, there was no way he could go back home; but where could he go? Should he just run away? He was gonna have to figure this out fast.

Calypso cleared his throat. "Yeah, um, what I was gonna say is, from now on, you guys will have to make sure not to miss the school bus anymore. And if you do, call one of your parents or try to get a ride home with someone."

"Us guys? What about you?" asked Riley a little suspicious.

"Oh … yeah, I meant all of us."

Calypso turned around and continued walking. As they emerged from the perimeter of the forest, they noticed the area around the school was surrounded by local police cars along with federal and state troopers conducting a full investigation of the shootings.

One of the local police officers noticed them and started walking their way. Calypso stopped. He really didn't feel like talking to anyone right now, especially a cop. Calypso quickly turned and started walking in the opposite direction with the rest of the group following behind.

"Hey, children! Stop, I need to ask you some questions," shouted the officer.

"Just keep walking," said Calypso nervously.

"But he's a police officer," said Riley. "We have to stop. It's the law. Shouldn't we tell him what happened?"

Calypso closed his eyes in frustration and stopped. He couldn't avoid this any longer. Then a long white transport van with tinted windows pulled up and stopped right next to them. A man opened the door and looked directly at Calypso.

"Hello, Cal," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Mr. Kieffer? What are you doing here?" asked Calypso, looking surprised.

Julius Kieffer was the Foster Care Program Director at the Boy's Haven Orphanage. He was a slender man in his mid-forties dressed casually with slick blonde hair combed to the back. He was the one who had signed off on the Foster Care Agreement that morning, which made the Inglewoods his official foster parents. "Well, I heard on the news that there was a shooting at your school, so I came right away."

"Mr. Kieffer," greeted the officer as he approached the group. Julius noticed the apprehension in Calypso's eyes towards the officer.

"Jack – hey, how you doing? Listen, I don't think it's necessary to interrogate and re-traumatize these kids about their terrible ordeal so soon. They've been through a lot already. Would you mind just going back with your colleagues and forget you ever saw us? I'd be very grateful."

Jack stared at the children and surveyed each of their young bodies with interest. "Well, that depends," Jack said. "You got any room for your next Pleasure Island Party?"

Julius noticed how he was staring at the kids. "Oh, I'm sure I can squeeze you in for a modest discount," he said with a wry smile.

Jack went to the window and partly stuck his head in. "Listen, I've got a big chunk of money coming in soon. The little one with freckles, I'd like to squeeze myself into that one," he whispered. "If you could apply that discount towards an overnight rental, I'd be willing to look the other way."

Mr. Kieffer looked at the officer with dollar signs in his eyes. "I'm sure that could be arranged," he whispered back. "Don't worry; I'll take care of everything, okay? Looking forward to seeing you at Boy's Haven."

"You mean Boy's Heaven," said the officer tipping his cap with a big smile as he turned and walked away slowly, giving his boner some time to deflate.

Julius turned to Calypso. "Um, Cal … I'm gonna need to talk to your parents about what happened here and I'm afraid I'm gonna have to …"

Calypso immediately knew what he had to do and got closer to the man. "Mr. Kieffer, those men were coming after me. They wanted to kidnap me so they could kill me," he said softly. "I … I can't go back home. If I do, the Inglewoods would be in a lot of danger. You've gotta take me with you to the orphanage until the police catch these guys. Please!"

Julius stared at the boy, open-mouthed. He was about to tell him the same thing and was expecting some resistance from him. He didn't expect it to be this easy. "Yeah, I think you're right, Cal. That is an excellent idea. Why don't you and your friends climb in and I'll take you guys home so I can talk to the Inglewoods."

Everyone climbed into the van with Calypso sitting down in the back row by himself. After a few minutes, Mr. Kieffer noticed a boy walking along the side of the road and immediately stopped and rolled down the window. "Sebby! Climb in – I'll give you a ride home."

Sebastian looked at Mr. Kieffer in surprise and hesitated, trying to find any excuse not to get in. "Oh, um … that's okay, Mr. Kieffer. I'm meeting up with some friends before going home."

Mr. Kieffer gave Sebastian a fake smile with a warning glare. "Sebby – I said get in."

Sebastian wasn't stupid. He knew how dangerous this man could be if he disobeyed. His shoulders sagged as he rolled open the sliding door and almost jumped back when he saw everyone inside. He climbed in and hesitated when he saw Calypso.

Benji's eyes lighted up. "Hey, you're that guy that stood up to Big Jake at school. Come sit over here," he said, patting the empty seat next to him. Benji had taken an instant liking to this boy who, for some reason, thought he looked kind of cute.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and maneuvered himself all the way to the back and sat down next to Calypso. They both looked at each other and quickly looked away at the same time. Sebastian pushed out the side window, reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of Camel cigarettes. He dug his finger in the pack and noticed he only had one left. "Fuck," he muttered in disappointment.

As the van continued along the road, Benji turned around and kneeled on the chair. "Hey, we never got a chance to tell each other our names." He cleared his throat and extended his hand. "My name's Benjamin Joel Maxw…"

Riley elbowed his leg. "Just tell him your first name," he hissed. "You don't have to recite the whole thing every single time. Jeeze. Just call him Benji," he said, turning to look at Sebastian.

"Benjamin Joel Maxwell the Third," Benji continued proudly ignoring Riley. Sebastian took a drag from his cigarette, blew smoke into Benji's face and looked away with disinterest. He completely ignored Benji's handshake. Benji coughed as he pulled his hand back awkwardly and sat down.

Amelia leaned over to Benji. "Oh my god. This hunk is like flaming hot the way he humiliated Big Jake. He is smoking."

Riley leaned over as well. "Yeah, no shit Amelia. The guy's smoking a freaking cigarette."

"Looks like he's also making an ash out of himself," Benji added with a wry smile.

During the ride, they kept turning around to take quick glances at Sebastian. Riley was also beginning to feel a certain attraction to this muscled young blonde.

"Hey! Why do you dweebs keep turning around to stare at me? Fuck!" Sebastian yelled, causing everyone to turn around and look down.

"What a grouch," Riley whispered.

"He may be a grouch, but he's still a hunk," Amelia added.

"He's like a fouled mouthed Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street with that nasty cigar," snickered Benji.

"Yeah. Who are the people in your neighborhood?" said Amelia trying not to laugh.

"I wouldn't want to pass by his trashcan," said Riley.

"Hey! I can hear everything you dickweeds are saying," Sebastian said, leaning forward to blow smoke at them from behind. Amelia and the boys started coughing. "Shut the fuck up before I smash your faces in!" As Sebastian leaned back, he threw the empty pack of cigarettes at them.

Amelia picked up the empty pack and stared at the artwork. "Hey, is that a naked man on the camel?"

"Where?" asked Benji and Riley leaning in at the same time.

"Look, right there," she pointed. "The front legs are his feet; there's his head, there's his arm and … and – is that a boner?" she gasped.

"Oh my god, Amelia. Only you would notice something like that," said Riley. They all looked at each other and burst out in giggles.

Sebastian just rolled his eyes in disgust and sat back, puffing away at his cigarette and blowing the smoke out the window. He looked at Calypso and noticed his foul mood. "Hey, what's with you? You look like shit." Calypso just shrugged his shoulders.

Sebastian didn't know what was going on, but he knew Mr. Kieffer was up to no good with these kids and he needed his help with whatever he was planning to do with them. But Calypso was the main target. If Mr. Kieffer finds out about all those things he can do with his mind, he's in deep shit.

He turned to Calypso and whispered in his ear. "Hey, this Mr. Kieffer dude is bad news, man. Don't trust anything he says; you got it?" Calypso didn't respond. "Listen, I'm sorry I ditched you on the way home. Um, maybe I can make it up to you." He kept glancing at Calypso's crotch area through the corner of his eye and kept replaying over and over again the sexual encounter he had with him as he felt his penis getting harder.

Being able to share in all those sensual stimulations with each other was like becoming addicted to a drug and he was starting to feel the cravings for another hit. But he could tell something was wrong with him. He seemed worried or sad for some reason. Maybe it was because of the way he had rudely brushed him off on the way home from school.

Calypso sat quietly next to Sebastian, trying desperately to feel those same vibes from him that he felt when they were in the boy's locker room. The loss of his thought thrower was starting to make him physically ill and it was getting worse. His palms were sweaty, and he could feel himself trembling. He could feel his body getting weaker and it was getting harder for him to concentrate. He felt a hollow emptiness in his body that he just couldn't shake.

Then he felt Sebastian placing his hand on his upper thigh with his fingers going down between his legs. He slowly started sliding his fingers upwards cupping the bulge of his jeans and started squeezing and massaging. Calypso turned to Sebastian, who was staring at him sexily through the gaps of his long blonde bangs with a look of bold confidence, as if saying, 'Yeah, that's right. I'm grabbing your balls. What of it?'.

But Calypso's body wasn't reacting the way it was supposed to. He could feel the sensations, but he didn't feel any sexual feelings whatsoever. It wasn't any more arousing than if he was massaging his knee. And Sebastian wasn't feeling the psionic connection he was hoping for the way he had experienced it when he and Calypso were having sex earlier.

Seeing that the others had quieted down, he unsnapped Calypso's jeans and slipped his hand under his underwear to massage his dick. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans and plopped out his huge boner. He grabbed Calypso's hand and had him wrap his fingers around it.

And that was the spark that ignited both boys in a most explosive way.

Calypso and Sebastian gasped forcefully and stiffened at the same time as they both felt the psionic connection like a lightning bolt. Their bodies trembled as powerful bursts of arousals started cascading down both of their bodies. Calypso went from feeling nothing to feeling an almost orgasmic flare that slowly started dissipating down to normal levels. Calypso looked at Sebastian, who was slouching down in spasms with his eyes closed as he started squirting several ropes of jizz over his shirt.

It reminded him of those times at the Institute when he watched David lighting up the pilot of the water heater tank and watching the burst of combustion as the burners kicked in. The mutual sexual contact between him and Sebastian had somehow turned on his pilot, which reignited his thought thrower and all the abilities that came with it. He could feel his energy levels rising and he started to feel whole again.

He looked into his mind and visualized the comforting pulse of his blue ball of energy, waiting for his next command. But wait – there was a second energy sphere that he had never seen before. It looked bigger and it appeared like it was trying to consume and replace the smaller sphere. This was completely new to him. The power emanating from this new ball of energy was so huge and many times more powerful than the original one that it scared him.

And then it was gone. It just flickered and faded away. Calypso then felt a wetness in his underwear. He stuck his hand in and pulled it out with a white goo. It was sperm. He stared at it, dripping from his fingers in awe. He knew it was way too soon for him and wondered what was going on.

He could hear some shuffling from the seats in front of them. "Eeeww, gross," he heard Amelia say in a soft voice. He could see someone peeking between the gaps in the seats in front of him. Then the bus hit a pothole on the road, which catapulted all three of them into the air with wide eyes, comically revealing the fact that they had been spying on them this whole time. They all smiled sheepishly with embarrassment and quickly sat down, facing forward. Sebastian just covered his face with his hands and groaned.

Julius Kieffer kept staring at all these beautiful children through his rearview mirror with the widest of smiles. He had noticed Benji's excitement when he saw Sebastian climbing in. They must know each other from school. But Calypso was the main prize. Time to find out if all these rumors about this kid are true. If they are, he was going to make him embarrassingly rich. If he had known about him earlier, he wouldn't have released him into the custody of the Inglewoods and would've just kept him at the orphanage.

Then his face soured when he thought about all the commotion caused by Mr. Patterson and his incompetent fools. He hires all these men to grab a boy walking home from school and bring him to the orphanage. And what do they do? They turn it into this fucking shooting incident that's gonna be all over the news. He couldn't afford all this exposure. He finally decided that bringing Calypso in willingly was better than dragging him kicking and screaming.

***

Sebastian stood to the side as Mr. Kieffer discussed the situation with the Inglewoods and the rest of the group outside of their beautiful home. He looked around and surveyed the sparsely placed luxurious homes scattered about the hilly terrain with envy. He looked at Calypso's two-story house and started imagining how it would feel to be able to live in such a wonderful place like this with a perfectly manicured green lawn and beautiful gardens. They probably have a crystal-clear swimming pool with lawn chairs and a nice patio deck with a polished grill. One day, he thought bitterly. One day.

"… so, for his own safety and yours, he'll be staying at the Boy's Haven group home until we can get all this straightened out," Mr. Kieffer said gently.

"What?! No! No … you can't take him!" shouted Riley standing in front of Calypso.

"Riley, it's okay," said Calypso.

"What?! You want to go?"

"I don't want to go, Riley!" shouted Calypso. "You think I want this? Look what happened to us. All of us almost got killed because of me. If I stay, I'm just gonna put all of us in danger again, including your mom and dad. Is that what you want?"

Riley shook his head sadly, fighting his tears.

"Hey," Calypso said, pulling him into a hug. "I'll come back in no time. You'll see. This is the only way for me to stay safe. I just don't want anything to happen to any of you. It's just temporary okay? I promise."

"Yeah, I guess so," Riley whimpered, wiping his tears.

Sebastian watched in silence as they all started giving each other warm hugs with heartfelt tears. He saw with sadness the way the Inglewoods caressed Calypso's hair as they said goodbye with tender hugs. Then Calypso and his friends all got into a group hug touching their foreheads together. He wished he had foster parents like that and friends who cared and loved him and showed as much affection for him as they did. But such is life. He had to deal with the cards he'd been handed.

Mr. Kieffer cleared his throat. "Alright then. Now that we're all in agreement, I'll give Calypso a few minutes to gather any personal items he wants to bring with him. In the meantime, I'm gonna give that kid over there a ride home and I'll be right back." He turned to Sebastian. "Sebby, come on. Let's go."

As soon as they were back in the van, Mr. Kieffer turned to Sebastian, sitting on the passenger seat. "Sebby, I have a job for you."

"Aww man! Mr. Kieffer, I'm sorry, but I don't wanna do any more jobs. I've already done a lot of them. I'm tired of this shit. Can't you find somebody else?"

"Sebby, I'm sorry but, you're in the perfect position to get this done. I need you on this one. You're a smart kid and you've always come through for me. You have good instincts and you're the only one I can trust," he said, trying to butter him up with praise. He reached over and started massaging his shoulder. "Look, get this done for me and I'll see if I can get you into a nicer foster home okay? Maybe somewhere around here. What do you say?"

That caught Sebastian's attention. "A nicer home with a new family? Really? You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it," Mr. Kieffer said, gently caressing the side of his ear.

Despite his uneasiness, Sebastian kind of enjoyed this kind of attention. It made him feel wanted, even if it came from a creep like him, which was more than he could say about his crusty old foster dad. "Alright … what do I have to do?"

"That's my boy," Mr. Kieffer boasted, squeezing his shoulders. "Look, all you have to do is get close to these kids. Be their pal; be part of their group; gain their trust. Then bring them to me."

"Gee, is that all?" Sebastian asked, rolling his eyes.

Chapter 11
Pleasure Doing Business

Mr. Kieffer stopped the van in front of Sebastian's house to let him out. After jumping off, he threw a finger at the van as he watched Mr. Kieffer driving away. He looked at his old dilapidated and rotting shack of a home with dismay and sighed. The house was a mess with some windows boarded up. One corner of the porch was lopsided due to some broken and rotting support beams. The area was surrounded by rusting junk cars and dusty auto parts scattered all over the place.

He unlocked the creaking door and walked in, heading for his room feeling totally dejected. He dumped his backpack wherever and closed the door on which he had a poster of a completely naked lady with a shiny black cap standing with her legs spread. He kissed the tip of his fingers and tapped her pussy before dropping himself, facing down on the thin, lumpy mattress on the floor. His room was a total mess full of dirty laundry, half-filled soda cans, empty cans of beans and half-eaten pizza slices full of mold. The only thing in the room that could technically be called furniture was an old swivel chair with armrests.

He picked up a Hustler magazine and opened up the naked lady on the centerfold. While rubbing his crotch, he heard the front door opening and he could hear several people conversing with each other. Now what? he thought. He crawled over to the door and carefully pried it open to take a peek. It was Carl, his so-called foster dad, talking with a couple of guys.

Carl grabbed some beers from the refrigerator and offered them to his guests. One of them was Lorenzo, a handsome 19-year old Italian fellow with stringy black hair wearing a University of Washington shirt. The other one was Lee, a 20-year old oriental with shiny shoulder-length hair.

"What time do you think he'll get home?" asked Lorenzo.

"Oh, it shouldn't be long," Carl said. "He'll be home soon.

"How old did you say your son was?" asked Lee.

"He's thirteen," Carl responded with a proud smile.

"Are you sure you're not a cop?" asked Lorenzo with a nervous smile.

Carl gave them a wide smile showing his yellowing rotting crocodile teeth. "Do I look like a cop?" Lorenzo and Lee looked at each other and laughed.

"No, I guess you don't," said Lorenzo. "I'm just not sure about your um … service fee. Fifty bucks is a lot of money, don't you think Lee?"

"Hey, that's fifty bucks each! This ain't no ordinary thirteen-year-old. He's got some muscles, he's in perfect shape, and he is very well hung," Carl said, indicating the size with his hands.

"Yeah, well, we ain't paying more than $40."

Sebastian placed his hand over his forehead in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Carl was starting this shit up again with him. What a fucking asshole. He needed to get out of there and fast. He started backing away from the door and tripped on his backpack on the floor, causing a loud bang. The door swung open with Carl staring down at him.

"Sebby! You're home. Get your ass over here. I want you to meet some friends of mine." Sebastian reluctantly followed Carl to the living room. He noticed right away how the two gentlemen were watching him. He could feel them undressing him with their eyes.

Lorenzo and Lee looked at each other as they felt an instant stir in their loins, silently agreeing that this gorgeous thirteen-year-old stud was going to be well worth the forty dollars, and more. They fell in lust with this boy instantly.

"What's going on, Carl?" Sebastian asked, looking into his eyes. He noticed with satisfaction how Carl had winced. Carl didn't like Sebastian calling him by his first name. He had always demanded that he call him dad in front of other people.

"Sebby, these two gentlemen are gonna keep you company for a while. You know what to do."

"What if I don't want to, Carl?" he said defiantly.

Carl gritted his teeth and grabbed Sebastian's arm. "Boys, give us a minute. We'll be right back," he said as he led the boy into the kitchen. He gripped Sebastian's neck with his hand and slammed his head hard over the counter, pressing down.

"Now, you listen to me, you little shit. I may not be your real father, but when there are other people around, you either call me father or dad. Don't you ever call me Carl in front of anyone again, you hear me?"

Sebastian winced in pain. "You said I was done with this crap. You promised."

Carl squeezed harder on Sebastian's neck and shoved him to the refrigerator and opened the door. "You see any food in there boy?"

"Ow! No," Sebastian cried out.

Carl shoved him over to the cabinets and opened the doors. "You see any food in there? Huh?"

"Nooo. Get off me."

"I know I promised, Sebby. But that was before I lost my fucking job. We need that money. Don't you understand?"

Carl finally let him go and watched as Sebastian tried to massage the pain on his neck. He could tell he was furious. He needed to calm him down. He walked over to him and gently put his arm around his shoulders. "Hey, look, I'm sorry okay?" he said gently. "Look, just do this for me and I'll head over to the meat market and get ourselves some thick juicy steaks. We'll fire up the grill, toss in some mesquite and enjoy the rest of the weekend. I'll even throw in a pack of Camels for you.

"All you gotta do is go out there and give those guys a good fuck. Show'em what you've got, just like you used to show me." Carl started massaging Sebastian's crotch. "We used to have some really good times, Sebby. Remember? Just do with these guys what you used to do with me."

"I want a whole box of cigarettes," Sebastian said angrily.

"Fine, but I get to keep half," Carl countered.

Sebastian thought for a moment. Having plenty of smokes was important to him and he was already running out. "Alright, fine. It's a deal."

Sebastian followed Carl into the living room and saw each of the guys handing him a fifty-dollar bill. He felt a sense of pride that they had decided he was worth fifty dollars instead of forty. After Carl had stepped out, Lorenzo and Lee walked over to Sebastian.

"Hey, are you okay?" asked Lorenzo in a soft, comforting voice. Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. Lorenzo walked behind him and started kissing his neck, causing Sebastian to tense up. "Shhhh, it's okay," he whispered in his ear. "We'll make you feel a lot better. I promise."

Lee kneeled down in front of Sebastian and started loosening his jeans. With both hands flat on the hips of his pants, he dragged them down slightly, savoring the gradual reveal of his sexy white underwear. The garment was tight on his skin with narrow support, which was starting to swell with prominence. "Don't worry about a thing, Sebby. We'll do all the work. All you have to do is just relax, okay?"

Sebastian actually started relaxing. He had already made a deal with Carl, so he might as well enjoy the ordeal. And he was definitely enjoying the attention which he so desperately craved. He had to admit these guys were pretty cute and in pretty good shape, unlike some of the drunks Carl used to throw at him when he was younger. But he always made sure they left with wide smiles on their faces, only because it made him feel wanted and special.

But it wasn't often that he got to entertain two guys at the same time. He felt some very good vibes from these two. It made him feel double the pleasure the way they were paying all this attention to him and enjoying his body. At least these guys smelled freshly showered and had the decency to be chewing some mint gum.

He could feel the gentle kisses from Lorenzo on his neck as he massaged his chest from behind. He could feel Lee removing his shoes and helping him step out of his jeans. He felt himself getting more excited. Lorenzo slowly slipped off Sebastian's t-shirt, leaving him in just his socks and tight underwear. Lorenzo dug his hands into that underwear and cupped his round ass feeling and caressing and squeezing those plump ass cheeks.

Lee, still on his knees, looked up at Sebastian's chest and admired the soft skin and the hardened tips of his nipples. He slowly glided his hands over his slightly sweaty tanned body. He brushed his fingers over his beautifully sexy belly button. It was slightly off-center, kind of a mix between an inner and an outie. Then he squeezed his boner over his underwear with his fingers and gave it a few strokes, taking its full measure.

"Oh yeah," he said as he gave the cloth a tug downward. "Oh yeah," he repeated as he exposed his boyish whispies. He finally pulled the hem of the waistband over his cock and gawked amorously at his impressive boner. "Oooohhh yeaaahh," he moaned. He was impressed with its size and its wide girth. It was pointing straight at his face, throbbing, twitching, luring him in inexorably like a siren luring sailors to their demise. He pulled his underwear halfway down his knees and immediately started sucking his hard cock hungrily, vigorously stroking the hardness with his tongue, causing Sebastian to pull his head back in pleasure.

Lorenzo took the opportunity to start kissing him hard and started pulling down his own jeans. He wrapped his arms around his chest, picked him up gently and sat down on the sofa with Sebastian on his lap. He pulled out some kind of lubricant from his pocket and poured a few drops on his boner. Then he maneuvered Sebastian's butt over it and felt his hard dick sliding into him.

Lee started stripping his clothes off seductively and Sebastian was enjoying the performance. He watched Lee walking over to the sofa and fixated his eyes on his wobbling boner. Lee knelt down, opened Sebastian's legs and continued sucking his dick at the same time that Lorenzo was fucking him in the ass.

"Ooohh, Sebby – not bad. You are definitely worth fifty bucks and more," Lorenzo gasped. "I can see you've done this before, haven't you?"

Sebastian lifted up his knees and planted his feet on top of Lorenzo's knees with his toes curling inside his socks. He groaned with the pleasures of being both fucked and sucked at the same time. "Yeah? You really think I'm a good fuck?" he asked, with his eyes tightly shut. "Maybe you guys can throw in a little bonus under the table. Carl doesn't have to know."

"Mmmm … I have a better idea," said Lee licking Sebastian's balls as he stroked his flaming rod. "Maybe you can give us a second round next weekend at our dorm. And um, like you said, Carl doesn't have to know. You can keep all the cash to yourself."

"You mean you guys will take me over to the University? Right on."

"Let's all lie down on the floor, shall we?" said Lorenzo.

***

Alan and Rodney raced their bikes towards Sebastian's house and hit the brakes skidding their tires sideways before slamming into the open porch. Alan was twelve years old with black average-length hair messily finger-combed to the side. Rodney was eleven with a mixture of light and dark brown wavy hair that went down past his shoulder blades.

"Beat ya," Alan said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Fucker. You cheated when you bumped me off the road," Rodney said angrily.

"Oh, boo hoo hoo. Stop being such a pussy."

Rodney grabbed Alan's hand and stuck it into his shorts. "Does that feel like a fucking pussy to you?" he challenged.

Alan started fondling Rodney's nuts and feeling his growing erection. "Yup, feels just like a pussy to me," he said, laughing as Rodney punched his arm hard and started chasing him.

"Alright … alright, I'm sorry. Hey, can I do that again," he said, giving him a crooked smile.

"Do what?"

"Feel your pussy."

"No," he said pouting. "What are we doing here anyway?"

"I wanted to get some smokes from Sebby."

"Hey, get me one too, yeah?

"Well, let's see if he's home," Alan said, checking the doorknob. "It's open and the old man's truck is gone, so he has to be here. Come on." They both walked down the hallway leading to the living room. They approached the sofa from behind and came upon a most unexpected sight.

Sebastian was lying flat on the floor facing up. Lorenzo and Lee were next to him on their sides with their heads pointing towards his feet as they both licked and salivated all over Sebastian's long wet boner, regularly making contact with each other's tongues in the process. Meanwhile, Sebastian was sucking on their inflamed boners, alternating between one and the other.

"Whoa … whoa … Oh, snaps," Rodney said under his breath with wide eyes and a wider smile.

Lorenzo and Lee both jerked their heads around in a panic. "Hey! What the fuck?!" Lee exclaimed rapidly.

"Son of a bitch. That's it. We're fucked," said Lorenzo trying to cover himself with his hands.

"Relax," Sebastian said, rolling his eyes. "It's all right. I know these twirps. They're cool. They're not gonna say shit to anybody. Right guys? Keep going. Just ignore them. Pretend they're not even here. I bet they'll even enjoy the show."

Lorenzo and Lee looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. "If you say so," they said and continued playing with Sebastian's dick with their tongues.

"Well, well, well. What have we got here?" said Alan getting closer. "Sebby, you're having a sex party and you didn't even invite us? I thought we were pals."

Alan and Rodney were friends who lived around the area in their own rundown homes. To them, Sebastian was more of an acquaintance, someone they knew really well, but never got too close. They knew each other well enough that it was not uncommon for them to walk into each other's homes without knocking. They tried getting him to be like a real friend to them, but he always behaved aggressively and got into too much trouble for their taste.

He hanged out with them once in a while and even had several opportunities to play sexual games with each other now and then; in the forest or inside some abandoned shacks. Although they had seen each other naked enough times where they no longer felt embarrassed, it still made them horny as hell.

"Nice timing, guys," Sebastian said sarcastically as he moistened the crown of Lorenzo's cock with his lips.

"Yeah, I'll say," said Rodney biting down on his lip as he gawked at all these naked guys and their hard boners.

"We ahh … we came to see if you could spare a few smokes."

Sebastian broke the session and walked over to the chimney. He grabbed a pack that belonged to Carl and patted down a couple of smokes. "Here, one for each."

"Thanks," They said, appreciating Sebastian's full-frontal with an inflating dick. Sebastian knew how horny it made him and Rodney seeing him naked. Alan watched with growing arousals as Sebastian knelt down in front of Lorenzo, who was sitting down on the sofa. He opened his legs and started giving him a blow job. Lee positioned himself behind Sebastian and started fucking him in the ass. Sebastian knew that he and his guests were making Alan and Rodney very excited. He was exhilarated by the fact they had an audience, which increased his own horniness even more.

Alan and Rodney lit up their cigarettes and sat down on the smaller sofa to watch the action. Both were ecstatic and felt surges of powerful arousals as they rubbed their crotches and drank in this pornographic display with sexual awe. Lorenzo watched with lustful interest at the way those boys were staring at them having sex, which powerfully inflamed his erotic urges.

Alan and Rodney looked at each other and nodded their heads. They decided to add a little spice to their debauchery. Alan went behind the sofa and reached down to move Sebastian's head out of the way and started jerking Lorenzo off. Lorenzo reached up and brought Alan's head down and started kissing him hard.

Rodney knelt down next to Lee and managed to pull him out of Sebastian and turned him around. He pulled the back of his shorts down and allowed Lee to massage the bottom of his butt with his dick. Sebastian looked at Lorenzo and then turned to look at Lee, both of which had already forgotten about him.

"Hey, what the fuck guys? These two idiots show up and all you guys just toss me to the side?"

"Oh, I'm sooo sorry, Sebby," Rodney said, coming over to him and pushing him against the sofa. "Let me make it up to you." He knelt over his thighs and started licking his dick.

"Mmm … that's what I'm talking about," Sebastian moaned.

Then Carl walked in and all hell broke loose.

"What in tarnation is going on in here," he shrieked. "Alan and Rodney, you're not supposed to be here. Get the hell out of here! Get out! Let's go! Come on, git!"

Alan and Rodney quickly rushed out of there. "Thanks for the smokes," Alan yelled behind his shoulder.

"Thanks for the show," shouted Rodney with a laugh.

"Alright, boys. You're done here. It's time to go," Carl said, addressing Lorenzo and Lee, who quickly started getting dressed.

"Nice doing business with you, Carl," said Lee.

"Sebastian, it was a pleasure," added Lorenzo with a wink as they both exited through the front door. "Don't forget about next weekend," he whispered. "And bring your friends," he said with a wink.

Sebastian noticed the 12-pack of beer in Carl's arm and noticed he was drunk. "Where the hell are my cigarettes?" he demanded as he got himself dressed.

"Fuck your cigarettes. Do you think I'm gonna spend all that money on a whole box of cigarettes? You think we're fucking rich?"

"Oh, but you've got all that goddammed money to spend on your fucking booze, is that it? We had a deal, Carl. You fucking bastard," he seethed. He stormed over to Carl and snatched the pack of beer out of his hand and threw it hard on the floor, smashing most of the bottles. Then he grabbed his only trophy from Track and Field and started smashing the rest of the bottles in a rage.

Carl watched in horror as all his precious beer soaked into the carpet. "You son of a bitch," he sneered and kicked Sebastian hard on the side. Sebastian cried out in pain and staggered to the front door and swung it open. "If you walk out that door, you are never coming back, you hear me?" he snarled.

"Fuck you, old man. Fuuuck youuu!" he screamed, slamming the door as hard as he could. Then the lopsided roof of the porch came crashing down, trapping him inside.

"Fuuuuuck!" he screamed.

Chapter 12
Boy's Heaven

The Boy's Haven Group Home was an encampment of several acres up in the hills surrounded by tall cement walls, which were monitored by a security crew twenty-four hours a day. The boys were housed in two stylish barracks type dormitories with rows of bunk beds divided into several compartments. This made it easier for the Housing Monitors to keep an eye on everyone. The one-story dormitories were designated Dorm 1 and Dorm 2, which were separate and far apart from each other.

The crown jewel was a multi-million-dollar mansion in between the two dorms, which was the envy of the entire county. The entire encampment was picturesque with all kinds of tall trees, sculptured shrubbery, green vegetation as far as the eye could see, and several fountains that perfectly blended in with the scenery. Designated recreational areas and facilities were scattered about with the latest top of the line equipment. There was a resort size swimming pool in the back with a volleyball court nearby and plenty of water toys and beach balls for the kids.

Mr. Kieffer, who had offered to convert his property into an orphanage for boys, owned the entire establishment. The previous orphanage was in an old rotting building that had a growing record of building code violations and was eventually declared uninhabitable. The county had limited options and accepted Mr. Kieffer's generous offer. They funded the construction of the two dormitories and agreed to compensate him with monthly government subsidies.

The mansion was considered palatial by anyone who had ever had the pleasure of touring all eight bedrooms and sixteen bathrooms with all their extravagant features. The main front entrance was bathed by the soft glow of a humongous million-dollar chandelier. The mansion also had two secret underground floors that were highly restricted and could only be accessed by Mr. Kieffer and a short list of senior staff members. The first underground floor had three small theatre rooms, a few lounge areas, some game rooms with billiards tables, ping-pong tables, and a few arcade games. It also had a weight room and a massage room with several tables.

The highlight and the main attraction point of that entire floor was the underground rectangle swimming pool and jacuzzi, which opened up to an outside patio on the side of the hill. The crystal-clear pool was under a slanted tinted glass ceiling with half of the pool extending outside of the building. A wide sliding garage-type door could be lowered during inclement weather. The inside and outside areas each had two showers with anti-fog glass doors built into the walls. They were the type that had columns of adjustable spray jets on the sides and rain showerheads for a full body shower experience.

Two Housing Monitors were mingling about the outdoor patio shifting their watchful eyes among the ten 7 to 11-year-old orphanage boys who had recently been smuggled in across the Canadian border. The boys were wearing specially tailored sunset-colored string bikinis with narrow pouches, the kind that was tied on the sides and was deliberately loose enough to reveal most of their V-line deliciously.

All were splashing around with squeals of delight with some of the boys doing cannonballs and others sliding down the winding waterslide. At first, the boys kept repeatedly pulling up on their sagging bikinis while running around and after a while, they just didn't care if their scantily clad garments slipped down halfway down to their knees before pulling them up again. The Monitors licked their lips approvingly at the site of their pristine small penises jiggling about.

The two staff members were in their early forties, with Charles being the odd man out at twenty-four. Charles Collins was a new Youth Support Staff Volunteer enjoying his first week at the orphanage. He was a thin, stylish preppy of average height with dark thick hair. The thing that made him stand out from the others was that he was kind of a loner and preferred to keep to himself in adult social settings. His wealthy late aunt, who had left him with a sizeable inheritance, had raised Charles. She had been a prominent resident of the county and was well known throughout the state of Washington.

The only stain on her notoriety was that Charles was also known to have several allegations of inappropriate behavior with boys that had been conveniently settled out of court. When Mr. Kieffer had read in the newspaper about the respectable chunk of money left in the hands of this handsome fellow, he had reached out to him with an offer he couldn't refuse, hoping to entice him into making an investment in his clandestine undertakings.

Charles had heard rumors about Mr. Kieffer being a boy enthusiast and readily accepted the offer, but only if he started as a volunteer. He really wasn't interested in the money. He had his sights on more interesting rewards. Charles would start as a volunteer and if things worked out, he would work himself up to a more permanent position.

The two Monitors were walking around in their sandals with stylish polo shirts and tenting shorts. Charles watched with disgust as they kept pawing at the boys running by and trying to get their attention. One of them wrapped his arms around a small 7-year-old from behind and slipped his hand into his bikini to fondle his balls. The boy didn't like that and forcefully pulled away. These idiots didn't understand that a lot of these boys had to be approached delicately. They had to be wooed, not forced.

This was his second day watching over this particular group. Most of the boys had already started relating to him and his playful, easy-going attitude. He bunched up his towel over his khaki shorts to hide his noticeable erection while resting on a lawn chair. He still felt a little nervous about staring at half-naked boys so openly. He always stared at them covertly at the youth recreational center where he used to work or secretly leering at them in the showers where the swimming pool was.

He took note of two of the boys lying on their stomachs over their towels to catch some sun rays. He almost trembled with arousals as he gazed upon the exquisiteness of their glistening wet bodies. They had positioned themselves with their heads away from him, which allowed him to see between their legs that were slightly apart.

Charles swallowed with lust at the way the thin wet bikini deliciously hugged their cushiony squeezable asses with about a fourth of their butt cheeks squeezing out. Those alluring sexy butt curves were perfectly positioned to make his mouth water. They were just screaming to be cupped and squeezed and fucked. Their incredible sex appeal was magnified by the way the sun was bathing their golden bodies, accentuating the curves of their sexy bodies, painting soft shadows in just the right crevices to make his imaginations run wild.

The boys kept speaking to each other in soft voices while turning to take quick glances at him with crooked smiles. They had taken notice of his obvious interest in them. Charles recognized those types of naughty looks and what they could represent. He immediately perked himself up with anticipation. One of the boys reached back and casually untied one side of his bikini. The boy started shifting his butt upwards and to the sides, occasionally bending one knee to shift his bikini halfway down his butt.

The other boy grabbed some suntan lotion and started rubbing it over his friend's body, gliding his hand downward and pushing the untied half of his bikini to expose half his butt. He squeezed and kneaded that butt cheek with deliberate slowness and sensuality while digging under the bikini to squeeze and lubricate the other butt cheek.

The boy glanced at Charles as he untied the other side of his friend's bikini to reveal his entire butt. He dug his fingers down and spread one of his butt cheeks to the side. Charles' toes curled up as he eyeballed his little boy hole and the bottom of the boy's nut sack between his naked butt cheeks. The boys were fully aware that they were making him extremely horny.

Right in the middle of his mental orgasm, he was startled by a squirt of water hitting his face. He turned around and saw two other boys peeking at him from around the grill. They pulled out their arms, squirted him again with devilish grins, and quickly ran off. This was his opening. He quickly went to grab another squirt gun lying on the grass and started chasing after them.

Even though Charles was a loner, he identified more with children than with adults. He had the ability to form an instant rapport with children, especially boys. Soon Charles and most of the boys were engaged in a cat and mouse game chasing each other with bigger squirt guns and super-soakers and lots of laughter. The older men looked on with jealousy, trying to inject themselves into the melee only to be blatantly rejected by all the boys.

He ran over to the lawn chair with exhaustion and lay down, but the boys weren't through with him yet as they continued their barrage of squirt gun attacks until he was fully soaked. Some of the boys straddled him and started wrestling. All the twisting and turning of their little bodies was enough to loosen up some of their bikinis until they completely fell off.

Charles decided to test the waters and cupped his hand over some of their butts to gauge their reaction. Six of the boys felt uncomfortable and jumped back into the pool. The remaining four, including the two that were teasing the hell out of him, quickly adapted to their nakedness. They continued with the wrestling match enjoying the sensations of their butts being grabbed and their little erections being stroked and fondled.

Charles noticed a server approaching with a tray of refreshments and he quickly pulled his hands away. The man started laughing and approached him. "Don't be alarmed, Mr. Collins. It looks like you found yourself a little harem. That's what you're here for, isn't it? These boys know what's going on so … it's okay to squeeze the Charmin'.

***

Joshua Lindberg watched the scene below through his binoculars from the observation deck on an upper floor. The Activities Director smiled with arousal at having a first peek at these tasty new boys. Each of the ten boys was wearing a short necklace with sequential numbers. He started jotting down the numbers of all these boys, separating them into Dorm 1 and Dorm 2. The four naked boys playfully wrestling with Charles, laughing and giggling, were definitely going into Dorm 1.

The purpose of this little gathering was to determine in which Dormitories to place these new boys. The job of Charles and the two Monitors was to gage the sexual interests of these beautiful lads. They were looking for boys who showed the slightest interest in any type of innocent or deliberate sexual play with other boys or with any adults; boys who were receptive or at least had neutral reactions to sexual overtures from adults; boys who could possibly be coerced, enticed, manipulated, or bribed into engaging in sexual behaviors.

Such boys were placed in Dorm 1, and the rest were placed in Dorm 2. It was strictly forbidden for the boys in each of the two Dorms to interact with each other. All activities were carefully coordinated to prevent such an occurrence. The boys in Dorm 1 were separated into different categories depending on their sexual interests. Boys were never forced into doing sexual things that went beyond their comfort levels due to periodic audits from the state. However, there were exceptions to the rule. All of these boys were constantly being coached and conditioned on how to respond to all types of questions from auditors during these audits.

Although Mr. Kieffer enjoyed the generous subsidies from the government for running the orphanage, his biggest moneymakers were the special quarterly gatherings known as Pleasure Island Parties when wealthy men flew in from all over the world to indulge in a sexual smorgasbord of young naked boys.

Regular clients were notified through prearranged cryptic phrases in newspaper ads, thrifty ads, international magazines, and even through junk mail. Using special cipher codes, clients could extract the date, the time, and the location of the next gathering along with several offshore bank accounts where they were to deposit the exorbitant admission fees. This quarter the party would be held at the Boy's Haven Mansion that has been secretly coded as Boys Heaven. The entertainment was to be held on the underground floor dubbed 'Pleasure Island' starting tomorrow night. All boys from Dorm 1 would be present for the entertainment.

Joshua heard the door open behind him and knew exactly who it was. "Laydon, welcome back," he said, still looking through the binoculars. "So, what's the story on this kid you were supposed to bring in? Is he here?"

"No, ahh … there was a change of plans. Julius is bringing him in now." Laydon stared at Joshua and hesitated. "Hey um, what do you know about this kid? What's so special about this boy that managed to get away from several armed men?" Laydon deliberately didn't mention the spectacular bird tornado he had witnessed.

"I'm not sure. Supposedly he has these mental powers that can make other people horny as fuck. Jerome Patterson says he supposedly experienced it himself. I've never heard anything like it. Have you?" Joshua asked, turning around.

Laydon froze for a moment, thinking that he most definitely had heard of something like that. "No, I … I've never heard of anything like that either," he said with a straight face. He approached the observation window and looked at the boys in the pool. "Are these the new boys that came in this week?"

"Yeah. I've got at least four that are going into Dorm 1. See if you can get them ready for tomorrow's event. Oh, and um, as soon as Mr. Kieffer gets in with the boy, bring him up here. I want to check him out for myself."

"Joshua, I don't think that's a good idea. I've seen your interrogation techniques. If what Mr. Patterson told you is true, you have no idea what he's capable of."

"How would you know?" Joshua asked with suspicion.

"I … I'm just saying. I mean, he must've done something to get away from all those men with guns that were chasing after him? I'll talk to him first – alone."

"No," Joshua declared. "I get the first crack at him."

"Joshua, you know I can override you on this."

"Look Laydon, just because you're Mr. Kieffer's son doesn't mean you can order me around. He's my boss, not you. I talk to him first and you can have him after I'm done – end of discussion.

"I can override him too," Laydon muttered as he walked out.

***

Calypso stared up at the two white tall columns on each side of the front entrance as a servant opened the thick fancy door. He followed Mr. Kieffer inside and stared in awe at what seemed to him like a king's palace. Everything just seemed to sparkle like some magical kingdom. Then he noticed a boy in his mid-teens staring directly at him.

Calypso took one look at him and was taken back by this stunningly beautiful boy. Laydon was of average height with a slender and buff body of light complexion with silky light auburn bouncy hair with a touch of ginger that flowed down to his eyebrows in a stylish messy way. He had a slight Cheshire cat grin, which revealed his sexy front teeth that augmented his boyish looks and those exotic penetrating oval blue eyes. Calypso was in love. He had an instant crush and felt like he was going to melt.

"Laydon, there you are, my boy. I'd like you to meet Calypso Ligeia. Calypso, this is my son Laydon Draco, our Activities Coordinator."

He stared at Laydon with a goofy face and extended his hand without saying a word.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Calypso Ligeia," he said, walking up to him. He hesitated for a moment as if he was afraid to shake his hand. Laydon wiped his sweaty palms over his pants and when he tried to shake his hand, they both felt a slight sensation of resistance as if they were trying to push the north ends of two magnets together.

"Whoa, wha…"

Laydon's eyes widened. "Hey – hehe … Sorry about that. I'm not too good with handshakes," he stammered. He turned to Mr. Kieffer. "Julius, I need to talk to you," he said, looking at Calypso through the corner of his eye. "I know why he's here and I'd like to be the one to evaluate him," he said in a soft voice.

"Sorry, Laydon. Joshua gets the first crack at him. He's waiting for him downstairs."

"But, Julius …"

"Not now, Laydon. I've got a million things to do before tomorrow's party. But first I want to give our new guest the grand tour. Follow me," he said, putting his arm around Calypso's shoulder.

They followed Mr. Kieffer through a maze of hallways and entered a room with a large wine display against the wall. Calypso could feel Laydon staring at him the whole time. Mr. Kieffer cracked open the cover of a light switch and entered a code on a keypad causing the entire display to swing open, revealing a largely hidden elevator. As soon as they passed through, an overhead light switched on and the display closed back up again. Mr. Kieffer inserted a key on the elevator panel and the door opened up smoothly. Calypso hesitated as Mr. Kieffer and Laydon waited for him to enter.

"It's okay, Cal. I just wanna give you a little tour. Come on in; it's alright."

Calypso started sensing Mr. Kieffer's attraction towards him and it made him a little nervous. At the moment, he felt like he didn't have any choice. He entered the elevator, preparing himself in case he needed to defend himself from him. That invisible force or resistance that he felt from Laydon's handshake was making him really nervous.

The elevator opened up into a large spherical room with a small arena-like sunken padded platform surrounded by rows of cushioned seats. Several corridors branched into different directions. He could hear sounds of a bunch of children in the distance laughing and conversing with each other. He followed Mr. Kieffer into one of the corridors and he froze with his eyes wide open.

There were a few boys around a pool table holding cue sticks, other boys were gathered around some arcade games, and a few others around a ping pong table. What made his eyes widen is the fact that they were all naked. The boys were a diverse group from different parts of the world, ranging from 7 to 10 years old. Mr. Kieffer carefully studied Calypso's reaction.

"Follow me, Cal, so that I can introduce you. All these boys will be in your assigned dormitory."

"Ahhh … why, how come they're all naked?" he asked, staring at all those smooth naked boys. Some of them were shamelessly walking around with full boners. His arousals were kicking in big time. He had never seen so many naked boys at the same time.

"Well, this entire floor is designated as a naturist area. Do you know what that means, Cal?"

"I … um, (Gulp), no sir." Calypso was transfixed, making no attempts to conceal his erections under his pants, which Mr. Keiffer noticed right away. The boys became aware of their presence and started gathering to shake Calypso's hand. He felt a slight tremble from the wash of sexual curiosity that he was sensing from most of these boys. He was beginning to like this place very, very much. The only person he didn't feel anything from was Laydon.

Mr. Kieffer continued, "Naturism is a way for these boys to allow their bodies to exist in harmony with the natural world. It's a way of tearing down all those barriers and taboos that say being naked is shameful and dirty. Shedding your clothes is so refreshing and gives you such a sense of freedom and pretty soon, you come to a point where you don't even want to put them back on again. Isn't that right, boys?" All the boys murmured in agreement. "Did you know that humans are the only species on the entire planet that wears clothing? And besides, aren't we all born naked?"

"Would you like me to get naked right now?" Calypso asked.

Mr. Kieffer bit his lower lip as he looked at his freckled face and leered down his sexy body. He couldn't believe how open-minded this boy was. He had been thinking about how to slowly ween him out of his clothing, and here he was offering to strip naked on the spot. "Not quite yet, my boy. But soon." He turned a corner and led everyone down a circular stairway. They had to stop and move aside as two dripping wet naked boys were rapidly chasing each other up with excitement heading towards the game room.

They went down another hallway and stopped in front of a large bedroom. Then they heard some crying and whimpering from a clothed young boy being dragged to that same bedroom by a Housing Monitor.

"Julius, what's going on? What are they doing with Little John? He's only seven years old.," said Laydon with concern.

"Part of the evaluation," he whispered back.

"What? No! You can't let Joshua get a crack at him like this. He's too … he's too rough. Little John's already been through enough trauma. He'll …"

"Now that's enough, Laydon," Mr. Kieffer snapped. "If you want to watch through the secret window, that's up to you. I don't want you interfering with any of this until he's done. Got it?"

Laydon approached Mr. Kieffer with anger. "Don't push it, Julius," he said softly. "You need me as much as I need you. Don't forget that."

Mr. Kieffer looked at him and said nothing. He opened the door to let the Monitor forcibly drag the little boy inside. Calypso felt a growing sense of uneasiness as he was gently pushed through the door. He looked around the room and was impressed by its opulence with mirrored ceilings, a king-size bed with satin sheets, and a collection of sex toys that Calypso failed to recognize. Little John quickly ran over and sat down on the rug, holding his knees next to a dresser with fear and tears in his eyes.

As soon as everyone had left, Joshua walked over to Calypso. "Hey, Cal. Can I call you Cal? My name's Joshua and I'm the Activities Director here at Boy's Heaven … I-I mean – Boy's Haven, hehe. I hear you have a special gift. You wanna tell me about it?"

Calypso's eyes widened and alarm bells started going off. How the hell does he know about his gifts? He didn't like where this was going. And he was beginning to dislike this creepy person even more. He immediately activated his thought thrower and put it on standby.

Chapter 13
Danish Delight

Laydon suddenly felt nauseous from the activation of Calypso's thought projector even though he had it on standby. He was in an adjacent secret room watching everything through a two-way mirror disguised as a dresser against the wall. He winced in pain and concluded that Calypso was definitely another product of gene manipulation. Laydon had the power to deactivate Calypso's thought projector but decided to endure the dizziness for a while longer just to get a sense of his abilities.

He watched as Joshua spoke with soothing words, trying to reassure Calypso that everything was fine. Joshua wanted to know if he could use his alleged powers to make Little John more compliant. All he had to do was follow his instructions and everything would be okay. He took Calypso to the observation window to show him the awesome swimming pool. As much as he was trying to put Calypso at ease, Laydon could tell Calypso was getting more agitated by the minute.

Joshua grabbed Little John by the wrist and the frightened boy started shrieking with terror in his eyes and tried to resist with all his strength. Joshua had to wrap his arm around his waist and carried him over, kicking and screaming to the bed. He sat down on the edge and held the boy between his legs as the boy wailed loudly. Laydon knew what would happen next. He had seen it so many times that he had become desensitized to just about anything that went on in this orphanage.

***

Joshua held the boy tight between his legs with his back towards him as he squirmed and struggled to free himself with no success. Little John was a Danish delight of extraordinary beauty who was considered a rare gem. He was the most beautiful boy Joshua had ever seen. At seven years old, he was pristine with supple baby soft skin, silky blonde voluminous hair, aqua blue eyes and the tastiest looking cherub rosy lips.

A few months ago, when Little John first came in, he had been evaluated at the swimming pool just like all the other new boys. This innocent-looking little Adonis was so soft, so heavenly sweet, so delicate, and so scrumptious. There was no hint of shyness or bashfulness as he stood in front of the Monitors gift-wrapped in a dripping wet tiny string bikini just waiting to be unwrapped.

Not realizing the magnitude of his exceptional beauty and the flood of sexual desires this boy god was generating, he started displaying spontaneous acts of sexual playfulness all on his own. The Monitors felt a powerful sexual appeal from the fact that, although the boy's behavior seemed naïve and innocent from his point of view, there was a certain sexuality – a naughtiness that was so honest, so pure, so open and so determined. The Monitors had him out of his bikini in no time.

Little John didn't seem to mind as the three Monitors had begun touching and fondling his drop-dead gorgeous, sumptuous golden body. They knew they had something really special. This little boy nymph was a boylover's wet dream. Therefore, they had included him in the previous Pleasure Island Party. The wealthiest of all the guests had been given the first choice of a group of boys and the man had immediately set his lustful eyes on Little John. He paid an exorbitant price to rent that boy for the night and if things went well, he promised to purchase the boy at a premium price, but things didn't go so well during that night.

The man had viciously raped and deflowered him in a private room and traumatized the boy. The poor boy had changed ever since. He started displaying the classic symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. He became distant, withdrawn, sad, angry, depressed. That sadistic and cruel man had smothered the light in his eyes. He no longer wanted anything to do with the boy. Although he had gotten a certain pleasure out of hearing the boy scream while fucking him, he preferred to deal with young boys who were more willing and more compliant.

Several other guests had been inquiring about that boy for tomorrow's party. They had been begging, pleading, demanding to have a night with Little John, each desperately competing with each other in an auction-like attempt to outbid each other. If Joshua could get Calypso to make the boy a more willing participant and well enough for the next party, Mr. Kieffer had promised him a very fat bonus.

Joshua started undressing the boy from behind and he immediately started crying out loud. He fought Joshua every step of the way as he forcefully threw him on the bed and yanked off his shoes and his shorts. As the boy got ready to jump off the bed, Joshua raised his hand and threatened to strike the boy if he didn't stay still. Then Joshua started stripping his own clothes off. When he was completely naked, he knelt on the bed over Little John's legs. The boy started slowly backing away towards the headboard.

Joshua quickly dug his hands into the boy's white underwear and started yanking and the boy started shrieking bloody hell, bending himself in every way to keep his underwear from being ripped off.

Joshua continued, seemingly getting even more turned on by watching his boy-parts slowly being exposed. He kept pulling and yanking, causing sections of the cloth to start tearing off. He lay on top of the boy and started kissing him forcefully on the lips. He turned the boy on his stomach and opened up his legs, getting ready to fuck him in the ass. He kept rubbing his fat boner up and down the little boy's butt crack. Then he turned to Calypso.

"Alright, Cal. This is where you come in. Let's see if what they say about you is true. I want you to make this little guy get really horny. I want you to get him so horny that he'll want to have sex with me. I want him so aroused that he'll want to turn around and start seducing me."

Calypso watched in horror as Little John continued crying loudly as he squirmed under Joshua's weight. The entire experience was surreal. What the hell is going on here? How does Joshua know about his abilities? Why is this little boy being tortured like this? He has to put a stop to this now.

"Hey Cal, I'm waiting," Joshua said, starting to push his boner into Little Johns's bum hole. "I'll tell you what – if you do as I say right now, I promise not to fuck him and I'll let him go. If you refuse, you're going to be next," he warned in a threatening tone.

I don't think so, Calypso thought angrily, preparing to lash out with his energy ribbon.

***

Laydon placed his hand over his forehead in disbelief. "Oh Joshua, what are you doing? Baaad mistake dude," he said to himself. "Your gonna get yourself …"

Then he felt a sharp pain in his head. It was so strong that it made him fall to his knees. He knew Calypso had turned on his thought projector and was using it against Joshua. He shook his head and managed to stagger over to the other room. He opened the door and saw Joshua writhing on the floor with white jizz flowing out of his dick. Fighting a wave of dizziness, he wrapped his arms around Calypso from behind and dragged him out the door despite feeling the resistance to his physical contact with his body.

"Calypso, stop it. Stop it! Turn off your thought projector. You're gonna kill him. Turn it off nooowww!" he screamed.

Calypso tried to free himself from Laydon's grip and tried using his thought thrower on him. But it didn't seem to have any effect. He increased the power of his energy ribbon, but it still wasn't doing anything to him. Had he lost his powers again? He kept struggling as Laydon dragged him into the secret room.

"Alright, alright! I'm gonna let you go. Just stop struggling, okay?" he said, pushing him away.

Calypso quickly backed away against the wall and stared at Laydon. "How … how do you know about my … what did you call it – thought projector?"

"So, it's true. What do you call it?"

"I call it my … my thought thrower," Calypso said softly, "But, h-how did you know?"

"Because I used to know another boy who also had a thought projector – er, a thought thrower just like you."

Calypso slowly let his guard down and came closer. Laydon's soothing voice was beginning to calm him down. "Who is this boy? How did he get these powers?"

"His name was Ambrose. He probably got his powers the same way you did. I'm assuming you were hatched in some kind of secret lab in the middle of nowhere, right?"

Calypso didn't respond, not wanting to reveal too much just yet. "So, what could Ambrose do?"

"Well, the same thing you did just now with Joshua. He also had some kind of influence on animals."

"What other things could he do?"

Laydon fixed his eyes on Calypso. "He had no other abilities. Cal, do you have other abilities?"

Calypso walked over to the two-way mirror and waited for Laydon to join him. Joshua had slowly recovered and was trying to gather his clothes. Little John had wrapped himself with the bed cover and cowered on the other side of the room. His whole body was trembling with terror in his eyes, wondering if Joshua was going to attack him again.

Calypso mentally activated his ball of energy and shifted the colors around. He selected a green ribbon and projected it towards the terrified boy, just like he had done with Amelia in the treehouse. Little John visibly started relaxing. His expressions of fear and terror started morphing into a look of confusion. He looked around the room as if wondering where he was and what he was doing there.

The boy, still naked, unwrapped himself and started exploring the contents of the room as any normal curious boy his age would. He walked over to Joshua and started giggling. "Hey, mister. Are you okay? Why are you naked?" Joshua backed away nervously. "You wanna play?" the boy asked innocently.

Laydon stared at Calypso with surprise. "Cal … what did you just do?"

"I took away the hurt from his mind, everything negative that he was feeling – all the bad memories. All that fear and the terror of anything bad that's happened to him in the past – they've all been erased. It's as if he never had them."

Little John was now jumping up and down on the bed, laughing and giggling with his little cut penis bouncing all over the place as Joshua stared at him totally bewildered while still keeping his distance.

"What other things can you do?" Laydon asked with a look of wonder.

"It's my turn to ask some questions."

"Fair enough," Laydon said.

"So, where is this Ambrose right now?"

"He's dead," Laydon said sadly. "He died many years ago."

"Oh … um, hey – how come my thought thrower didn't work on you?"

"Because I'm incapable of feeling any kind of arousals. It's not due to a lack of sexual desire. I simply don't have any libido. My body does not have the capacity to feel anything sexual. I've been like this all my life."

"So, if a guy or um … if a girl comes to you and grabs your balls, you won't feel anything?"

Laydon smiled with amusement. "Oh, I'll feel it alright. I just won't get aroused. I've never had a boner or had sex in my entire life."

Calypso just stared at him, feeling a great sense of sympathy for him. Not being able to enjoy the joys of sex was incomprehensible to him. It was just awful. "Well, maybe it'll get better when you get older. Maybe your dad can find a good doctor to help you."

Laydon walked over and stood in front of Calypso. "Cal, there are a few things you should know. But you have to promise this stays between us. First of all, Mr. Kieffer is not my father. He's actually my son. Second, I'm not as young as I look. You see, I was born in a lab just like you. But I was born in the year 1902. I'm actually 84 years old. Third, I can turn off your thought projector at will." Laydon placed his hand on Calypso's shoulder and quickly pulled it away. "And fourth, this boy Ambrose I told you about? I'm the one who killed him."

Calypso instinctively backed away. Laydon looked at him with sadness, realizing that eventually, he might have to kill him as well.

Chapter 14
Suck It Up

Riley and Benji sat outside on the patio chairs on the side of the pool, swinging their feet aimlessly, feeling gloomy about Mr. Kieffer taking Calypso away. The air was a bit fresh as they were being serenaded by a couple of crickets chirping in perfect tempo with each other mixed in with the occasional crackling of the electric bug zapper. The boys stared down at the lighted pool with the floating chlorine dispenser lazily floating by as wispy thin clouds partially obscured the crescent moon rising from the east.

The Inglewoods walked out to the patio pulling on some light jackets. "Alright boys, we'll be at the Navarro's right over that hill," William said, pointing. "We left their phone number on the fridge in case you boys need anything. We'll be back before midnight. If you boys are still sleeping up in the treehouse, make sure you have enough blankets."

Laura walked over to Riley and knelt to give him a kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry, honey. We'll do our best to get Cal back with us as soon as we possibly can, okay?"

"We trust you boys to behave and stay out of trouble," William said sternly. It was only recently that Riley's parents felt comfortable enough to leave them alone in the house for a couple of hours. "And remember, the pool is off-limits while we're gone," he said as he and Laura walked away.

Benji kept staring at Riley through the corner of his eye, trying to find a way to lighten his mood. "Hey, you wanna go up to the treehouse and play a board game?"

"Nah, I'm good," Riley said sadly.

"Hey, let's go get the Hot Wheels and race them around the track, yeah?"

"Can't. The thing ran out of batteries," Riley said with a loud sigh.

"Dude, come on. Cal said he'd be back soon. Mr. Kieffer said so." Riley didn't respond. Benji got up from the chair and started pacing around. "Stop moping around and let's do something. I'm bored."

"So why don't you just go home then?"

"Hey, you're the one who asked me to spend the night, remember? But hey, if you want me to leave, just say so." Benji waited, staring at him. "Is that what you really want?"

Riley just shrugged his shoulders. Benji looked at him angrily and started walking towards the side gate. "I'm outta here," he said in disgust. Then he stopped at the gate and looked back at Riley sitting there all depressed and decided it was time for a tough-love intervention. With determination, he walked over behind Riley, wrapped his arms under his armpits, picked him up and threw him into the pool.

Riley emerged from under the water in total shock. "Benjamin Joel! You aaassshole! What did you do that for?!"

"You forgot Maxwell the Third!" he snapped. "I'm rescuing your sorry ass from your own pity, that's what I'm doing. And if that doesn't work, I'm gonna kick you in the balls, you hear me?! We're going to enjoy this night, whether you enjoy it or not. I mean … well, you know what I mean!"

Riley had rarely seen Benji act so assertive. "Well, you didn't have to toss me into the fucking pool. Now my clothes are all wet."

"Yeah, well… suck it up, Riley!"

Riley stormed out of the water with fury and started chasing Benji around the pool. "You fucker. You're gonna be sorry."

Benji easily evaded Riley after being chased around the pool a couple of times. He stared at Riley from across the pool. "Hey, if you wanna throw down, prepare to get soaked with this baby," he said, picking up a super soaker and started spraying him. "And I don't take prisoners."

"Oh my god, you're so stupid! I'm already soaking wet thanks to you, you moron," Riley shouted angrily.

"Fuck it. I know what'll make him happy," Benji muttered to himself. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his sandals and started pulling off his jeans. As he was pulling out his leg from his pants, it got stuck, and he lost his balance, causing him to fall into the water. Riley was still angry and tried to hold his laughter in, but he just couldn't. He burst out laughing as Benji pulled himself out of the water and continued pulling off his wet jeans.

Riley watched with growing arousal as Benji's private parts were becoming visible through the wet, semi-transparent, white underwear clinging tightly to his body. The skin tone of his penis and his testicles were seeping deliciously through the cloth.

"What are you doing?" Riley asked when he realized he was going to pull his underwear off.

"What does it look like? I'm going skinny dipping. That oughta bring up your spirits."

Riley wondered what he meant by that. Benji dug his thumbs into the waistband and peeled off his wet undies. Despite his excitement, Riley tried to keep his expression neutral as he watched Benji stand naked at the edge with his legs slightly apart and his hands on his hips.

Riley felt the usual tingling from leering at his nude body once again. They were used to seeing each other naked while taking baths together, but that was happening less frequently as they grew older. But this was the first time any of them had ever swum naked in the pool.

Benji raised his arms into the air and dove into the pool. Riley started shivering from the fresh air and jumped back into the water with his clothes on. He watched Benji swimming underwater, admiring his nakedness against the underwater floodlight as he glided over and pulled up in front of him. "Well? Aren't you getting naked?"

"I'm still mad at you. Besides, my dad said we're not supposed to …"

Benji quickly peeled Riley's shirt off. "Dude, we're home alone until midnight so we can do whatever we want. He's not gonna find out."

Benji ducked underwater and started loosening Riley's pants. "But … dad said the pool was off-limits until …" He felt his pants and underwear being pulled off and swallowed hard. "Um, he said … Okaaay – now we're both naked in the pool. Oh, this feels so naughty." he whispered to himself, looking around with a nervous smile.

Benji came up and tapped him on the shoulder. "Tag, you're it," he yelled and swam away.

"Hey! I'm still mad at you. I'm serious!"

Riley suddenly realized the potential for a golden opportunity here. His foul mood quickly turned into playful sexual curiosity. Riley gave him a dubious smirk and went after him. He marveled at how kinky and refreshing it felt swimming in the nude, especially with Benji swimming naked along with him. After a few back and forths of tagging each other, they gradually changed over to giving each other shoulder rides.'Oh my god, I can't believe Benji's dick and balls are actually touching my neck,' Riley thought with a lopsided grin.

Then they started playing a dunking game where they would try to wrap their arms around each other from behind and dunk themselves underwater. Every time Riley held Benji from behind, he felt such a strong sexual thrill from feeling his slippery body and his penis pressing against his back and even more when he occasionally felt it nesting between his butt cheeks. A few moments later, it was Benji who was holding Riley from behind as he struggled to get free.

Riley stopped struggling and just allowed Benji to hold him in his arms as he leaned against the side of the pool. He felt a nervous but pleasant sexual build up as Benji spooned him and positioned his now apparent stiffy between his legs. Riley's penis was rock hard. He turned to look at Benji over his shoulder and they both stared into each other's eyes in a silent effort to try and discern what they were both feeling at the moment.

Benji tenderly pushed Riley's wet bangs to the side and leaned in closer. "I'm sorry I threw you in the pool," he said softly with their moist lips almost touching.

"I'll get over it," Riley said with a nervous smile and a slight tremble. Benji gave him a quick, playful kiss on the lips catching Riley by surprise. "I thought you only liked girls," Riley said.

"Ummm …" Benji shrugged his shoulder with embarrassment. "I ahh, I think Cal changed me somehow. Ever since that treehouse incident after Amelia left, I can't stop thinking about how good it felt when Cal was using his Jedi mind trick to make us have wild sex together and it felt … I don't know. I mean, I still like girls but not just girls anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Riley, I know … I know that you like guys, and that's why I decided to strip naked so you would stop being mad at me."

"No, I don't," Riley said defensively. "We were just messing around."

"Yes, you do, and it's cool. I've known this for a while," he said, holding him tighter. "Every time we've been naked in front of each other or whenever we took baths together, you always popped that boner of yours. It was hard not to notice."

Riley started giggling. "Yeah, I guess it was hard, wasn't it? I um, I was afraid that if you found out, you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore."

"Well, I mean, I admit I was a little weirded out about it at first, but you're my best friend in the whole world. We've been like brothers to each other. And that was more important to me. I figured I'd let you be you and you'd let me be me. But now things have changed. Now I feel different."

Benji cupped his chin on Riley's shoulder and held him in a warm embrace. There was a comforting and soothing stillness as they watched the cleaner hoses snaking at the bottom of the pool. The sound of water lapping against the sides added a calmness to the ambiance of this almost magical moment. There was a slight chill in the air, but the boys were starting to heat up beyond the shared warmth of their bodies.

Riley let out a long sigh, releasing his inner anxieties that he had been holding in for a long time. He felt a great sense of relief that he could finally take such a big weight off his shoulders and felt he could finally come to terms about his sexuality. He closed his eyes in a comfortable lull and smiled as he marveled at how good it felt the way Benji was spooning him while breathing on his shoulder.

The boys realized that this thing going on between them at that moment was a lot different than when they were under the influence of Calypso's thought thrower. Everything they were feeling right now – the arousals, the sexual urges, the horniness – this was all on them. It was an honest and genuine sexual awakening as pure as nature intended it to be.

"You know, I think Cal changed me too," Riley admitted. "I used to only like guys, but now, I'm beginning to like girls too."

"Yeah, I'll bet after the way you were butt fucking Amelia up in the treehouse," Benji said, humping against Riley's butt.

Riley started giggling. "Yeah, that was really something, wasn't it? Cal's mind thrower thing is very powerful."

Benji started humping playfully against Riley's butt again. "Hehe … after Amelia left, he was like Ooohhh … Uuuhhh … Uuuhhh, Riley! Oh Riley … oh Benji, oh yeah. Give it to me hard, Benji. Oh yeah, the force is strong with this one."

Both boys started laughing hard. "Now, aren't you glad I threw you in the pool?" Benji whispered in his ear.

"Better than you kicking me in the balls."

"Well, you better be enjoying yourself now, or else I will."

"So, you're not weirded out anymore?" Riley asked.

"Oh, I think you already know the answer to that question." Benji glided his hand down and cupped Riley's boner and balls with his hands causing him to close his eyes.

"Benji, I'm touched."

"Is this how you said we're supposed to measure each other's dicks?"

Riley turned around to face Benji and cupped his dick. "Mmm, let me see … you're supposed to rub it and squeeze it like this just to make sure," he said, rubbing and squeezing it, something he had been dreaming of for a long time. "Mine's still bigger than yours," he said with a sexy smile.

"Aaaaahhhh! Stop touching my wiener!" Benji yelled, pushing Riley away playfully. "Tag! You're it."

"Hey! That's not fair," Riley said, chasing after him. And then Benji froze when he noticed an orange glow in the bushes. "Hey Riley, did your dad put some kind of alarm sensor in your back yard?"

"No, why?"

"What is that?" Benji asked, pointing. He pulled himself out of the pool and walked over to the row of bushes against the wall. He knelt down and leaned in to get a closer look and saw the orange glow get brighter for a moment and then felt a puff of cigarette smoke hitting his face.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" he shrieked, falling on his back and saw Sebastian stepping out from the shadows. "Sebastian? What are you doing here?!" he exclaimed, covering his privates with his hands.

"Whoa ho ho, what have we got here? Two boys taking a skinny dip and putting the moves on each other. A little foreplay, a little lip-lock, a little snuggling, getting it on with each other. Looks like you guys are jammin'.

"Sebastian, you're not supposed to be here. My parents are gonna kick you out if they see you," Riley said.

Benji quickly got up and jumped back into the pool. "Riley's right, dude. You need to leave right now."

"And what if I don't? I saw your old man and your old lady driving off in their fancy wheels, so I know you dickheads are home alone. No, what are you two cream puffs gonna do about it?" Sebastian challenged with his chin up and a raised fist.

The boys gulped with intimidation. "Um … say please? Pretty please?" Riley said with a nervous smile. "Look, my dad left me a phone number to where he's at and I'm gonna call him right now," Riley said, getting ready to step out of the pool and stopped when he realized he was naked.

"Go ahead. Call your old man; I don't care. Not only will he find out you two were in the pool, I'm also sure he'll be very interested to know the details of your little snuggle-fuck with your best friend here having a gay old time. So, go on. I dare you."

Benj gritted his teeth with anger. "You know what? You're not so innocent either. I saw what you were doing to Cal in the back of the van when Mr. Kieffer gave us a ride home. I'm sure the whole school will be interested to know the details of how you stuck your hand in Cal's underwear to grab his dick and jacked him up."

"Jacked him off," Riley corrected him with a whisper.

"Whatever!" Benji shouted. "So, I'm giving you ten seconds to get your ass out of here, or else I'm spilling everything on Monday at school."

Sebastian was caught off guard with this revelation. He balled his fists, but he knew he had lost this battle. "Alright, alright … you win. He kneeled down and got close to the boys. "Listen, I'm sorry I crashed your party, okay. It's just that, well … me and my old man got into this big fucking fight and he kicked me out of the house. I had nowhere to go; I came here."

Riley and Benji just stared at him and said nothing. This was not the reaction he was hoping for. "I'm sorry for scaring you guys. I … I didn't mean nothin' by it." He dropped his head in defeat and started walking away. "I'll get out of your way. See you around."

Riley and Benji waited a few minutes before stepping out of the pool to grab some towels from an outside cabinet. With the towels tightly wrapped, they stepped through the side gate to see if Sebastian was gone. They could see his silhouette in the semi-darkness walking away on the side of the road. It looked like he was wiping his eyes.

"What do we do?" Riley whispered. "Benji, he looks like he's crying. Should we just let him stay?"

"Why are you asking me for? It's your house," Benji replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, what if he really needs our help and something bad happens to him."

"I don't know, man. I mean, that's the guy who keeps blowing smoke up my nose. And the guy's always talking smack to us."

"Yeah, but didn't you say he defended you from Big Jake at school?" Sebastian was already disappearing into the darkness. "Hurry up; we need to decide right now," Riley hissed.

"Dude, he called us cream puffs. That's sooo humiliating."

"Oh my god, that proves you are a cream puff," Riley said, rolling his eyes. "Hey, Sebastian! Wait up."

Chapter 15
The Soap Bubble

Laydon and Julius were in the secret room watching through the two-way mirror. Calypso was in the bedroom playing with Little John, who was still running around naked. Joshua was nowhere to be seen. It appeared as if Calypso kept going out of his way to make contact with Little John's privates and had an expression of sexual curiosity.

"Are you telling me he's another Herspera experiment?" Julius asked with his nose to the glass.

"I felt his thought projector near the school where Mr. Patterson and his men were trying to snatch him."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Well, that's what I was trying to tell you earlier, but you blew me off, remember? Anyways, I wasn't sure until I saw what he did to Joshua. Julius, he's just like Ambrose."

Julius turned to face Laydon with concern. "What are you saying? Is he gonna be as dangerous as Ambrose was?"

Laydon let out a sigh. "I don't know. Maybe. If he is like Ambrose, we've got ourselves a big problem. Do you know the population explosion we had at the beginning of the century? He was the main cause. If the same thing is happening to Calypso, we may have to kill him just like Ambrose before he causes an even worse population explosion."

Laydon and Ambrose were both born in a lab and had been earlier victims of genetic experimentation. Just like Calypso, Ambrose discovered his unexpected ability to manipulate the sexual arousals in others with his mind at an early age. As soon as Ambrose became an adolescent and was able to produce sperm, his body started secreting powerful sexual pheromones, which caused anyone around him to go almost insane with sexual desires. The pheromones were so potent that the effects could be felt more than a mile away, depending on which way the wind was blowing.

Many at the Institute had tried to neutralize or at least dampen his secretions, but no one could get close enough without being seriously affected. They tried using chemical protective suits to try and sedate him, but nothing could stop him from using his thought projector on them. So just like Calypso, he too had been scheduled for termination. But the only one who could safely handle him without being affected was Laydon.

But at the time, he was too young to understand what was going on. He and Ambrose had become close friends and he knew that if he helped them contain him, they would do something to hurt him. When Laydon found out what they wanted to do, he helped Ambrose escape from the Institute and left with him. Now that his secretions were free to disperse out in the wild, the effects were starting to spread like a virus.

Mr. Kieffer turned his attention to Little John. "You're saying Calypso did that to the boy? My god, he's like back to normal again. It's like nothing ever happened to him. Laydon, we may still have something here. He can get the other traumatized boys back into the action. What else can he do?"

"I don't know. That's why I was trying to get the first crack at him." He got close to the mirror and watched Calypso on the bed fiddling with Little John's penis, trying to get an erection from him. He got on his knees to unzip himself and pulled out his boner, encouraging Little John to touch it and play with it. Then he remembered the mirror and quickly zipped himself up.

"One thing's for sure; his sexual appetite seems to be getting stronger – just like Ambrose right before he started secreting. If we're gonna get anything out of him, we need to do it fast."

Mr. Kieffer rubbed his hands together with a big smile. "Excellent. Why don't you take him over to Dorm 1 and get him settled in?"

Then the door flew open and Joshua stormed in. "You keep that … that fucking monster away from me," he said angrily. "And don't you even think of putting him in my dorm." He left and slammed the door behind him.

"Don't worry about him," Mr. Kieffer said dismissively. "Calypso's your assignment. I'll make sure no one gets in your way. Whatever you decide to do, I'll back you up. Take him to Dorm 1 and if Joshua gives you any shit, I'll take care of it. In fact, I'll go with you right now to let everyone know that you'll have full authority over this boy.

"Wait … hold on." Laydon thought for a moment. "I have a better idea. I'm putting him in Dorm 2."

"Wait – what? Are you putting him with the prudes? Laydon, that doesn't make any sense."

"You said you would back me up, right? Trust me on this one, Julius. I know what I'm doing. In the meantime, I'll take him down to the bottom floor and finish giving him the tour."

"The bottom floor?" Mr. Kieffer raised his eyebrows. "Oh, Laydon … I think I know where you're going with this. Good thinking. Let me know what happens."

A moment later, Laydon and Calypso exited from the elevator. Calypso looked around, looking confused. "Are we on the same floor?" Everything looked exactly the same, including all the furniture, the various decorations and all the pictures on the walls to the exact detail. The only difference was that everything was deadly quiet.

"No, this is a different floor. Come on, let me show you around," Laydon said, leading him into one of the branching corridors. They entered into what looked like some kind of breakroom full of small round tables and chairs. There was a long counter with drink dispensers and several baskets with fruit and different kinds of snacks. "Would you like a snack, Cal?"

"Yes, please."

"Take your pick."

Calypso eagerly took a Hershey's bar and started biting into it. Laydon led him to one of the tables and sat down. "Laydon, can you tell me about Ambrose? What was he like?"

"Well, he was a pretty cool guy. He was very friendly and he was very curious about his abilities. It's kind of embarrassing to say, but he started getting very interested in sexual things at around your age."

"Really? Like how?" Calypso asked feeling intrigued.

"Well, he started experimenting with different people. He started having sex with other boys and girls and with women. Even with older men. Sometimes he would have sex with a boy and a man together or with a girl and a woman or anything in between."

"Oh yeah? Wait, so … the people at the Institute would let him?"

"Me and Ambrose actually escaped from the Institute. So, he really didn't have anyone around to say no."

"So, what kind of things would they do with each other?"

"Have you ever had sex, Cal?"

"Yeah, a few times," he said flatly. "Well um, sort of – kind of – er, accidentally with two other boys and a girl. I'm still having trouble controlling my thought thrower."

"Was that with your foster brother and your two other friends?"

"Yeah," Calypso admitted with a smile.

"Have you ever had sex without using your thought thrower?"

"Yeah. In fact, my first time was today in the school showers with this older boy. Oh my god, that felt sooo good."

"Don't tell me – Sebastian, right?"

"How did you know?" He had a dreamlike expression. "I really like him, but I don't know if what we did was wrong."

Laydon was a bit awed by his openness. Boys are usually pretty tight-lipped about their sexual exploits with someone they just met. There was absolutely no sign of embarrassment or shyness about this conversation.

"Cal, there's nothing wrong with what you're doing. It's normal. And I have a feeling you already know that. This kind of experimentation is part of growing up. I'm just letting you know ahead of time that there may be some boys in your dorm who'll be curious and want to do some experimenting of their own with you."

"What if someone catches us?"

"The Monitors know this is only natural between boys and they won't intervene. In fact, some may actually participate in the action. How would you feel about that?"

"I wouldn't mind as long as it didn't bother anybody."

"Good," Laydon said with a guarded smile. "I just want you to know that you can always talk to me or ask me any questions about anything, okay? Come on, let's finish the rest of this tour."

They walked out and stepped into another room that he had specifically selected. As soon as they entered, Calypso's eyes went wide, and his mouth was agape, causing the piece of chocolate he had just bitten off to fall to the floor. Right in front of him were three naked boys around his age on a king size bed having wild and erotic sex with each other. One boy was on his knees bent over sucking on another boy's dick who was lying down in front of him, while the third boy was plunging his cock hard into him from behind.

But they were not alone. There were three other naked boys standing around watching. There was a clothed man with a large video camera shifting around to different parts of the bed, videotaping all the action from different angles. He would position the camera between the boy's legs to capture his boner sliding in and out of the other boy's asshole, along with the slapping sounds of his nut sack. He videotaped the other boy sucking on the other's cock. There were two young men on each side of the bed with their underwear halfway down to their knees holding up some bright handheld lights with one hand and jerking off with the other.

Calypso stood frozen and gulped twice as he watched the hardcore action. His concerns over how strange this was and why this was happening were overtaken by his growing irresistible sexual buildup. He stared at the boy's smooth curvy ass cheeks and marveled at how good it made him feel to watch him thrusting his hips while fucking the other boy. Pushing his boner into another boy's ass was something he had been thinking about for a while now, especially with Riley.

"Oh, ahh, sorry, Cal. We stepped into the wrong room." Calypso kept staring as the action continued without interruption. "Cal, you're not ready for this. Come on, let's go."

Cal stepped away from Laydon's grasp. "Wait – hold on." He stretched and craned his neck, trying to get a better view.

Laydon smiled to himself, seeing how Calypso had easily taken the bait. He let him watch for a little while longer, allowing him to move around and get closer. One of the naked boys standing around approached him from behind and wrapped his arms around him. He started kissing Calypso on the neck while grinding his erection against his back.

"Okay, time to go," said Laydon pulling Calypso away. He looked behind his shoulder longingly as he was led out the door.

"Laydon … w-what was that? Why were they having sex? And why was the man filming them?"

"Cal, first of all, I want you to know that none of those boys are being forced to do anything they don't want to. There are some boys who actually enjoy having sex at an earlier age than others. As I said, Ambrose would do this kind of stuff all the time."

"But why were they being recorded?"

"We'll talk about that later. Come on," he said walking ahead.

"Um, I need to use the restroom. I gotta pee really bad."

"No problem, Cal. Right this way," Laydon said, leading him into a nearby locker room.

Calypso looked around and spotted the communal showers. There was a naked man in his mid-30's showering with several young boys no older than eight years old. They were laughing and screaming with their little hands in the air as the man kept playfully chasing after them trying to slap them with his boner. There was another naked man with a full erection holding a camcorder and filming the whole thing.

Then he noticed an older naked man straddling one of the benches with a young wet naked black-haired boy lying flat on the length of the bench with his knees up and legs wide open. The man was leaning down suckling on his little cut boner and kept dragging the tip of his tongue over his pink butthole. The boy noticed Calypso and gave him a cute smile.

"The toilets are right over here," Laydon said as he closely studied his reaction.

Laydon waited for Calypso to empty his bladder and then they moved on. "Come on; I have one more place to show you before I take you over to your dorm."

They entered into a room with several bunk beds lined up on each side of the wall. There were several young boys of different ages wearing tee shirts and shorts. Some were lying down in a deep sleep and others were sitting on their mattresses holding their knees. Calypso's heart sank when he noticed they all looked so sad, so depressed, so broken with despair. Their hair looked all messed up with their eyes red and swollen as if they had been crying.

"Cal, all these boys that you see here, they've been hurt just like Little John was hurt."

"I don't understand," Calypso said, almost in tears. "Why does Mr. Kieffer let all these boys get abused like this?"

"It's not by design. You see, all the boys here at Boy's Haven are separated into two categories: those that like to have sex with others, and those who don't. But sometimes it's not that simple. Sometimes we make mistakes. So, there are some men who assume that a boy wants to have sex with them when they really don't.

"Their urges become so strong that some can't help themselves and end up forcing themselves on them. By the time we find out about it, it's already too late. And so, we send them here to be looked at by a physician to heal their physical wounds. But, the wounds of the mind are much harder to heal and that's why I brought you here."

Laydon looked at the boys with sadness. "It just breaks my heart, seeing them like this. I was hoping you could use your healing powers to take away their hurt just like you did with Little John. Would you be willing to help us with that?"

Calypso closed his eyes and activated his green healing energy ribbon. As he extended it outwards, he started having trouble controlling it. It started swerving and swaying unexpectedly. It was easy enough doing it to one person, but he found it much harder with a group this size.

Laydon noticed his pained expression. "Cal, are you all right? What's going on?"

"I'm having trouble getting it to listen to me. The ribbon is not pointing to where I want it. It's like it can't make up its mind where it wants to go."

"Alright, listen. Keep your eyes closed and listen to my voice," Laydon said in a soft, soothing tone. "I want you to picture in your mind you and all these boys sitting in a circle on the ground. Focus on your energy ribbon and transform it into a bow and arrow. Position the arrow, point it to the boy next to you and pull back on the string. Are you seeing this Cal? Are you with me?"

"Yes."

"Good, now let her rip."

Calypso visualized the arrow disappearing into the boy's head. "I got him."

"Good. Now do it again with the next boy."

This time, Calypso decided to put a curvature on the arrow and when he shot it, he visualized it circling around shooting into the rest of the boys in one sweep. "I did it. I did it," he said excitedly. I got'em all in one shot." He looked at Laydon with renewed respect. "I couldn't have done this without that mind trick. How'd you know I could do that?"

"I was able to help Ambrose using these same techniques. I can also help you too Cal. I can teach you how to master the use of your thought thrower with similar techniques. You'll learn how to focus it, expand it, and be able to regulate its strength with precision."

By now, the boys looked much livelier as they took a sudden interest in the various stacks of comic books and the boxes of toys that had previously been abandoned, making Calypso's heart swell up with joy. Laydon was grateful that these boys would soon be able to go back to their dorms completely healed.

***

After getting Calypso settled and into his own bunk in Dorm 2, he and Laydon stood naked in front of the showers. The sprayers were positioned in long rows on each side of the tiled walls. "Let's take those sprayers at the end," Laydon said, walking ahead. He could tell Calypso was staring intensely at his nakedness with lust. He wondered for the hundredth time what it would feel like to experience such urges.

Calypso drank in Laydon's naked body and studied every detail. His uncut penis was just perfect – not too long, not too short. It was just right with his sandy brown pubic hair nicely trimmed. His dick was right there within his reach, practically waving at him to come grab it. His eyes shifted to all the other naked boys taking notice of how the soap suds snaked sexily down their curvy butt cracks. Some boys were displaying their nut sacks by bending down to scrub their feet. The way some boys were leaning their heads back as they rinsed themselves, creating a sparkling sheen of shiny wetness on their soft alluring bodies.

This made his urges so strong that it made him tremble with sexual anxieties. He wondered if these boys knew just how powerful their naked bodies were affecting him. Calypso himself had taken notice of how his sexual desires were growing more intense. With no sense of modesty, Calypso strutted by sporting his full erection without shame. Some of the boys who considered themselves straight raised their eyebrows with soft giggles.

"Okay, Cal. Let's start with something simple. See that boy over there? The third one from the end with the ears sticking out," he said, pointing. Laydon had noticed the new ten-year-old acting pretty embarrassed showering naked with other boys. He kept facing the wall and covering his privates with his hands.

"I want you to imagine a big soap bubble hugging his whole body. That represents your focus. You're holding a small box with a dial and a red button. The dial has numbers from one to ten and it represents the strength of your thought thrower. The red button will activate it. Are you with me so far?"

"Yeah, um … yeah," he said, trying to focus with all these naked distractions.

"Okay, now turn the dial to number one and press the red button to activate your thought thrower. Let's see what that does."

Calypso did as he was told and mentally pressed the button. Laydon could feel a slight dizziness in his head, but he was already expecting that. The little boy casually started looking around, staring at the other boy's dicks. He looked down and noticed he had suddenly grown a very hard stiffy. His eyes widened in embarrassment and started pressing his legs together, trying to push his penis down between his legs.

Laydon and Calypso started giggling. "Okay, now turn it up to number 2."

Laydon's dizziness became a little more painful. Calypso noticed his discomfort. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Laydon closed his eyes tight and shook his head. "I'm fine. I'll be alright. Just keep going."

The little boy started losing his inhibitions and turned around, letting his boner pop straight up again. He started squeezing and rubbing on his penis openly, not caring that the other boys were starting to laugh at him.

Calypso started having trouble keeping his focus. His eyes kept wandering to the other naked boys. He wanted to caress their bodies, to touch their dicks and he wanted them to touch his so bad. The more he stared at their bubble butts and their most desirable dicks, the more his urges intensified.

The bubble that he imagined around that one boy started wavering and morphing into a much bigger bubble. It began to widen in size, wobbling like some giant amoeba until it encapsulated the entire shower room. The dial on the box that he imagined holding in his hand started spinning wildly. Pretty soon, all the boys started looking around and leering at each other with rigid erections.

Laydon gasped from a wave of dizziness and leaned against the wall to keep his balance. He watched with wide eyes as all the boys started grinding their boners together, sticking their wieners up each other's butts and giving each other blowjobs. This was rapidly becoming a total fuck fest. Then they all turned their attention towards Calypso as if some kind of switch had been turned on. They all started gravitating towards him like zombies of the apocalypse.

Slurpy sounds of wet flesh could be heard mixed in with moans of sexual pleasures as a bunch of wet naked soapy boys piled onto each other, with Calypso being the focus of their desires. There were about eight boys slithering together like a ball of wet baby snakes competing for positioning themselves to fuck and suck or be sucked and fucked.

Calypso and all these boys could feel the full intensity of each other's erotic sensations and stimulations sweeping them all away in a tidal wave of unbridled ecstasy. They were deliriously locked into a cocoon of unimaginable sexual pleasures. It was like being in a perpetual state of having an orgasm that just wouldn't stop.

Calypso extricated himself from the group and reached down for Laydon's penis. He felt that strange resistance pushing against his hand. With enough concentration, he managed to grab Laydon's flaccid dick and massage his balls. "Come on Laydon, don't tell me you're not getting turned on by that. I bet I can get a boner out of you," he gasped deliriously. "Mmmm … you are sooo hot. I'm sure of getting a boner out of you." He grabbed Laydon's hand and had him cup his crotch, moving it up and down and around. Calypso closed his eyes with pleasure from the stimulations.

The rest of the boys could feel those same pleasures and converged around Laydon and started touching and grabbing and squeezing his nethers, trying to make their own attempts to get him aroused. But Laydon felt no arousals whatsoever. He felt himself being pushed and shoved and was almost knocked to the floor. This was getting way out of hand.

Laydon had no choice but to envelope and extinguish Calypso's thought thrower, which was now spinning completely out of control. The effects slowly started dissipating and Laydon noticed all the boys becoming embarrassingly self-conscious about what had just happened.

Calypso staggered over to Laydon with a panicked expression. He had suddenly been ripped from a state of pure perpetual orgasmic sexual bliss. "Laydon, what did you do? What did you do?! I've lost the connection. Turn on my thought thrower. Turn it on now," he pleaded with wide eyes. "Why did you turn it off? Why?!" he screamed with tears in his eyes. "I need to go back. I need to go back to where I was. Please … just for a few more seconds. I wanna go back," he squealed as he collapsed on the floor and started crying with his body trembling uncontrollably.

Laydon knelt down in front of him. "It's okay, buddy. You're going through some orgasmic withdrawals. It's like a drug. It'll go away in a moment. You'll be alright." Laydon was a bit concerned about the severity of his withdrawal. He had seen the same thing with Ambrose, but his symptoms had been much milder.

He looked around and was pleasantly surprised to see some boys were still sexually aroused. Some were jerking themselves off and some were jerking each other. Laydon's decision to put Calypso in Dorm 2 had paid off. He had suspected that exposing these boys to Calypso's thought thrower would somehow accelerate their sexual awakenings, especially with each other. Laydon planned on doing this again with the rest of the boys in this dorm. Maybe some of these boys could be transferred over to Dorm 1 in time for tomorrow's Pleasure Island Party.

Then he started listening to some of the boys comparing notes about what they just experienced. He soon realized that Calypso had another ability that he didn't know about and that Ambrose didn't have. Calypso had the ability to form a psionic (psychic) connection with whoever he was having sex with. The tendrils of raw sexual currents crackling through their minds had been instantly severed from the collective eroticism of all these boys. No wonder his withdrawals were so strong. He was gonna have to work fast to teach Calypso how to have better control.

"My God," Laydon whispered to himself. "What are the possibilities? Wait'll Julius hears about this."

Chapter 16
Creature Comforts

A few minutes later, Sebastian was sitting down on a lawn chair wolfing down a sandwich as he explained to the boys how he and his old man had gotten in the biggest fight ever. Of course, there was no mention of the college boys seducing him or how his goofy friends had tried to steal them from him. Benji and Riley, still wrapped in their towels, sat across from him listening with interest.

"I don't know what's gonna happen now but, I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to go back to that house again. Listen, sorry for perving on you guys from the bushes, all creepy-like and shit. I didn't think I'd get caught."

"Well, why'd you pick this place?" asked Benji. "I mean, you're always so mean to us. I thought you didn't like us."

"I'm sorry I've been so hard on you guys like that," Sebastian said sadly. "It's just that ever since I was little, I've always had trouble making friends. Every time I got close to someone, I'd manage to fuck things up and that someone would end up hating me. So, I thought I'd beat everyone to the punch and just hate everyone first before they hate me."

"Maybe you've just never given anybody a chance to really get to know you," Riley said gently. "We all make mistakes, but that doesn't make us bad people."

"You may be right," Sebastian conceded. He got on his feet and started walking around, taking a self-tour of the property. "I like your pad. I'm impressed." His attitude had changed dramatically. He seemed more civil and more easy-going, which seemed to enhance his cuteness.

Benji tapped Riley on the knee. "He looks so much cuter when he's nice, doesn't he?" he said softly.

Riley was still trying to get used to Benji's new interest in guys. "Boy, you really have changed, haven't you?"

They both watched as Sebastian was walking around the pool with admiration. Benji started licking his lips as he came up with an idea. "Hey, ask him if he wants to jump in the pool with us."

"Are you serious? But he doesn't even have a bathing suit."

Benji quickly opened up his towel and flashed Riley. "Well, neither do we."

Riley was a bit awed. "I'm beginning to like this new you more and more. Hey Sebastian, come over here."

"Listen, you guys can call me Sebby when we're by ourselves, okay? But when you see me at school, you call me Sebastian, got it?"

"Yeah, sure," said Riley with a smile. "Hey, Benji wants to know if you wanna jump in the pool with us."

Benji's eyes widened. "What? No, I don't," he hissed.

"You just said right now."

"Yeah but, both of us wanted to know, not just me."

"Okay – okay. We both wanted to know. But you're the one who …"

Sebastian smiled with understanding. He watched with amusement how they suddenly stopped talking when he started peeling off his shirt. He suspected these boys were curious about seeing him naked. He figured the cat was already out of the bag about what he and Calypso were doing; he might as well have a little fun with them. He kicked off his beat-up shoes, pulled off his socks, and started loosening his faded jeans.

He could already feel his dick swelling up to capacity as he pulled off his pants and kicked them to the side. Sebastian stood there for a moment in his bright red briefs with a white elastic in front of the boys. His monster dick was clearly outlined going up sideways, which was so big that the tip of it poked out. The boys watched with eyes of innocent youthful arousals, an expression singularly unique to boys around their age bursting with newly realized urges.

Sebastian looked down at himself. "I ahh, I didn't bring a bathing suit. Should I swim in my underwear, or should I just um … take them off?"

Benji and Riley swallowed hard as they kept staring at Sebastian's giant bulge. "I aaahhh … it's t-totally up to you," Riley stammered. "You can keep them on …"

"… or you can take them off," Benji said casually.

"Yeah, well, we didn't have any bathing suits ourselves sooo …"

"… so, we wouldn't want you to feel left out," Benji said with a gulp.

Sebastian wanted to burst out laughing. He decided to let them squirm a little bit longer. "So, are you guys telling me I should pull these off and swim totally naked?" he teased. The boys looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders with embarrassment, trying to get each other to answer the seemingly hard, but simple question.

"What do you think?" Benji asked softly.

Riley was too embarrassed to reveal his true desires. "I don't know. Keep them on?"

"… or off," Benji stated, giving him a stern look.

"Well, tell him then," Riley whispered, pointing sideways with his eyes.

"It's your pool. You go first."

Both boys looked at Sebastian with puppy eyes. "If you wanna take them off, that'd be cool," Riley said nervously.

"Yeah, if you wanna swim totally naked, we wouldn't mind … I mean, that's if you wanna swim naked. Do you want to?" Benji asked eagerly. "If you wanna jump in the pool and then take them off, that'd be perfectly f…"

Sebastian started pulling down on the waistband of his undies, slowly revealing his thick boner pressing against his stomach from the top. The waistband continued its downward descent revealing more and more of his huge penis like some missile rising out of its silo and came to rest right under his fully descended testicles. A light patch of his boyish pubes could be seen behind his big dick. He bent down to pull his underwear off completely and stood proudly with his hands on his hips in front of Benji and Riley sitting on their chairs.

"… perfectly fffiiine," Benji breathed wide-eyed, almost drooling.

"Whoa," Riley said. "That's … (Gulp) That's …"

"Dude, oh my god. You can knock your balls out of the ballpark with that thing," Benji said in disbelief.

"No shit," Riley said, pressing his legs together with awe. He pushed Sebastian's boner sideways with his index finger. "You need to watch where you point that thing. Is that thing cocked?"

Sebastian started chuckling. "You bet it's cocked," Sebastian said, moving his hips to swing his boner around in circles. "Hey, sorry about this boner. Sometimes I just can't control it, know what I mean? You two don't mind if I swim like that, do you?"

Benji stared at the slab of meat, wobbling in front of them. "Aaaahhh no … no, of course not. How 'bout you Riley? You don't mind either, do you?"

"Iiiii … pfff, don't matter to me. If the thing's already cocked, what can you do, right? In fact, we'll be swimming with boners too." Benji jabbed him hard with his elbow. "What…?" Riley complained, wincing with pain.

"He doesn't have to know that part," Benji hissed.

Sebastian walked over to the diving board. The boys were laser-focused on his sexy, perfectly round bouncy butt cheeks and the way they shifted while he walked. His boner was bouncing and swaying like a lightsaber as he climbed on the diving board and stood at the edge, giving the boys a shadowy side profile of his massive boner against the starlit backdrop of the darkening sky.

The boys looked at each with wide smiles. "Man, that thing could be considered a deadly weapon," Riley said.

"Maybe we should've frisked him first," added Benji. They were magically enchanted from the way his body shimmered with the rippling reflections from the underwater floodlights as he raised his hands and gracefully dove into the water.

The boys let their towels drop and scampered over to the edge of the pool, holding their hands over their little hardons as they jumped in with loud screams. Sebastian immediately started chasing after them and grabbing them from behind and pressing his body against theirs. He couldn't believe how sexy it felt to rub his dick on their soft skin. The fact that they were in the water made contact with their naked bodies so smooth and arousingly slippery. It made him feel so horny that it made him shudder.

Riley and Benji started getting into the spirit of the occasion and started horse playing with Sebastian, jumping on him from behind and holding on to him from the front. They too started feeling the thrill of wrapping their legs around his waist with the anticipation of feeling his impressive boner rubbing against their own.

"Aaaahhh! There's a creature in the water," shouted Benji as he felt Sebastian holding him from behind with his boner pressing on the bottom of his butt. "It's trying to slither into my butthole and eat me inside out!"

"I've got you," shouted Riley wrapping his arms around Sebastian's neck, which allowed Benji to get away. "Oh, fuck. Now's the creature's after me!" Riley shouted, splashing furiously at Sebastian, who was now chasing him with a vengeful grin. "Piranha! Piranha in the water!" shouted Riley as Sebastian grabbed him from behind and pressed his entire boner between Riley's legs. "Aaaaahhhh! The piranha is trying to eat my balls!"

Riley started scissoring his legs, trying to get away. Sebastian raised his eyes and trembled in orgasmic pleasure as he felt his boner being massaged by Riley's most welcome struggle.

"My turn to save you. Benji to the rescue," shouted Benji as he grabbed Riley's arms and tried pulling him off of Sebastian's grip. As Benji kept pulling outward, his boner kept pushing inward against Riley's boner. Benji kept repeating the maneuver over and over again after determining that pressing his stiffy against Riley's stiffy felt very pleasurable. And Riley wasn't objecting at all.

Finally, Benji stopped with exhaustion but kept pressing against Riley. Sebastian reached around with his hand and started fondling both of their nut sacks underwater. He squeezed his fingers upwards and started playing with both of their boners. Benji backed up a little to give him some room. Sebastian nodded with satisfaction at how comfortable and open-minded they had become with him.

He continued playing with their dicks, shifting their boners between his fingers, jerking them off one by one. Sebastian's boner was still firmly tucked between Riley's legs, with the whole crown sticking out at an upward angle. He squeezed the crown of his boner and Riley's boner together and started massaging them together. Then he cupped Benji's butt with his other hand and pressed him against Riley, causing all three of their boners to rub against each other for a few seconds.

Based on their expressions, he could tell the boys were horny as fuck as they surrendered themselves to Sebastian's erotic stimulations. Riley's penis was almost fully developed, so Sebastian was able to wrap his fingers around his magnificent hardness. Benji's cut penis was not as developed, but that didn't diminish its sexual appeal. Sebastian reached around with his other hand and stimulated Benji's little boner with the tip of his fingers.

"Man, you boys are a couple of real horny toads, aren't you?"

Benji smiled in amusement. "I didn't know toads had horns," he teased.

Riley and Benji stared at each and started giggling until they burst out laughing. "Did you hear that, Benji? We're horny toads," he said as they both pulled away from Sebastian. "Let's stab each other with our horns," he said as they poked their boners against each other.

After a while of horseplay, they noticed Sebastian sitting on the edge of the pool, leaning back on his elbows with his feet in the water resting on the uppermost step. His penis was not as inflated as it was before.

"Hey, there's the creature," Benji whispered.

"Oh shit. The piranha is out of the water," Riley added.

"Wait … wait! It's not a piranha. It's that baby alien from the movies that tore out through the man's stomach," Benji said as they both swam over to Sebastian. They sat on the steps on each side of Sebastian to stare at his penis which had lost most of its hardness. But that started changing when they started playing around with it.

"Yeah, it does look like the alien, doesn't it?" Riley said as he grabbed Sebastian's boner and started moving it around. "Look, it's alive," he said, moving it back and forth, trying to imitate the movements of the little creature.

Benji also started playing with it. "Hey, if we had a marker, we could draw the teeth right here," he said, tracing some sharp teeth on his hardening dick with the tip of his finger.

"Hey, we could get some Playdoe and make little arms and we could super glue them right here."

By now, Sebastian's head was lolling backward as he was awash in a sexually induced rush. The sensations of their fingers playing with his cock and moving it around like that were becoming intoxicating. His breathing became harder and more rapid as he felt himself getting fully hard.

"Oh no – the alien's getting bigger," Benji shouted. "It's eating itself out of Sebby's stomach. We gotta stop it before it comes out."

"Aaaahhh!" Both boys latched on to Sebastian's massive boner with their hands and pretended they were trying to choke it to death. "Noooo, you can't come out. We won't let you escape!" They kept pressing their hands down on his boner and on his balls. Sebastian started gasping from the onslaught of stimulations, causing his body to start squirming with pleasures. "No, you can't come out. You can't come out," they said as they gently slapped his boner back and forth.

"We gotta choke it," Riley said, wrapping his fingers around his prime beef and started squeezing it up and down.

"Yeah, we've gotta choke it until it's dead." Benji also wrapped his fingers around his massive cock and joined in their attempt to choke the alien. Both boys were effectively jerking Sebastian off.

Sebastian felt the tremors of an unstoppable orgasmic explosion. His body trembled and he started gasping from the spermatic spasms rippling through his body, leading up to a very powerful orgasm. The boys recoiled back in surprise after getting some of his jizz on their hands.

"Is that sperm?" asked Riley.

Sebastian collapsed on his back and let out a big sigh with a wide smile as he floated in the orgasmic aftereffects still coursing through his body. "Yeah … yeah, that's sperm."

"Ew," Riley said, wiping his fingers on the floor in disgust. "I didn't know the alien was gonna barf all over our hands."

"Who's the cream puff now, Sebby?" Benji blurted with a smug.

"Touché," Sebastian sighed.

And with that, their little sex games came to a most satisfying end. Riley and Benji looked at each other with wide smiles and gave each other a high five.

Chapter 17
Where Dreams Are Born

Charles Collins was led into a small photo studio by one of the Monitors. He was a little hesitant when he was told Mr. Kieffer wanted to speak to him but wasn't told what it was about. He wondered if he did something wrong. Maybe Mr. Kieffer wasn't satisfied with his performance and was going to fire him. Charles didn't like surprises. He felt a little intimidated by him and felt like he was walking into the Principal's office at school.

He looked around the small room and noticed all the markings of a photo studio with lights on the ceilings and the floor and a few professional-looking cameras and tape recorders on tripods. The focus of all the cameras was a small living room set with a long cushiony sofa with pillows, a sofa seat, a long, vintage, wooden TV console, and a small portable fake chimney. There was a background scene against the wall, making it look like they were in some cabin with a window looking out to the forest covered in snow.

"Charles, come in – come in, my boy." Mr. Kieffer extended his arm with enthusiasm to shake his hand as he closed the door and led Charles by the shoulders to the sofa chair. "Have a seat – make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?"

"Um … nah, I'm good. I mean, no thank you … uh, no thank you, sir," he stammered.

Mr. Kieffer walked over to a small refrigerator and pulled out two wine coolers, twisted off the caps and handed one to Charles, "Here, drink."

Charles hesitated and finally took the bottle. Mr. Kieffer sat down on the sofa across from him and rested his arm on the backrest. "Listen, I've noticed the way you've been interacting with the boys during your first week here, especially a little while ago at the swimming pool. I have to say I was a little surprised by your performance," Mr. Kieffer said with a penetrating stare.

This made Charles even more nervous. He knew part of his duties was to gage the sexual interest of these boys, but it had been explained to him that this was part of some kind of government-sponsored research on how children were becoming more promiscuous at a much younger age. He was almost certain he wasn't allowed to touch any of them.

"Mr. Kieffer, I … I'm sorry about grabbing the boy's butts and … okay, maybe I kind of grabbed their little nut sacks a few times, but I didn't mean to. Those boys were all over me and when their bikinis came loose, they all got naked and my hands just happened to be in the right place … I mean – in the wrong place at the right time. It won't happen again. Please don't fire me. I really like it here and …"

"Charles – Charles! It's okay. Hey, try to relax. You're not in any kind of trouble. Maybe I wasn't too forthcoming on your real job description, and that was by design. You did exactly what you were supposed to do and, well – I was impressed. Listen … I like you, but more importantly, these boys like you. I like the way they respond to you. You have the ability to make a connection with them just like that," he said, snapping his fingers. "Look, let's cut to the chase, shall we? Why are you here, Charles? Why do you want to work at an orphanage that houses only boys?"

Charles thought for a moment. "Well, I want to make a contribution to society and help bring a little comfort and stability to …"

"Bullshit," Mr. Kieffer said sternly. "You're reciting from the job offer we mailed over to you. But that's not why you're here, is it? I'm going to test a little theory of mine of exactly why I think you accepted this job offer."

Mr. Kieffer picked up a phone on the side of the sofa and dialed a speed number. He mumbled softly to someone and then hung up. A moment later, a twelve-year-old slender, but muscular boy walked in with white socks and no shoes wearing a black tank top shirt and faded cutoff jeans. He was of average height with sexy hazel eyes and ink-black hair that was bowl-shaped and dropped down to his shoulders, his bangs coming down to his eyebrows. His legs and face were nicely tanned with a cute freckled nose.

"Fonzy! Aaahh, Fonzy, my tesorino. You are my favorite; you know that?" Mr. Kieffer gushed, standing up.

"Haha, you say that to all the boys Julius," Fonzy said with an Italian accent.

"Ahh, but you know you really are my favorite, don't you? I want you to meet Mr. Collins, our new volunteer. Charles, this is Alfonso, one of our longtime residents. Go say hi to Mr. Collins."

Alfonso glided over to Charles while staring into his eyes. This boy seemed to radiate powerful sexual vibes. Charles rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants and extended his hand; Alfonso shook his hand and cupped it with the other hand. "You can call me Fonzy, Mr. Collins," the boy said with his cute accent.

"Ahh, ehem … and you can call me Charles," he said, captivated by his stare with a crooked sexy smile as if he was getting ready to seduce him.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Charles," he said as he leaned over and tilted his head as if he was going to kiss him with those succulent rosy lips. Charles turned his head nervously at the last moment and ended up getting a kiss on the corner of his lips. During the exchange, the boy let his hand hang down and slightly brushed Charles' growing bulge giving him a slight blush.

"Fonzy, why don't you stand right over here?" Mr. Kieffer said, positioning the boy right in front of him and facing Charles.

"Now Charles, let me show you why I think you really wanted to come work for us. I know you're attracted to boys just like this one, but I also know you would like nothing more than to be able to touch a boy's body – just like this one."

"Wait… what? No, I'm not. That would be illegal. Besides, the other Monitors were the ones grabbing the boys at the …"

"Charles, I've read the charges of your previous um… indiscretions with young boys," he said, pulling up on the boy's shirt to expose his belly button. "The ones your auntie paid a lot of money to make them go away. You're here because you get turned on by touching their skin," he continued as he rubbed his hand on the boy's stomach and his navel, moving his hand up his shirt to pull it off. He cupped his chin on the boy's bare shoulder, reaching around with his hands. "You like rubbing your hands all over a boy's chest and feeling how soft it feels under your hands, don't you?"

"Uhh …" Charles swallowed hard.

"You'd love to stimulate this boy's nipples with the tip of your finger and make them hard and pointy, wouldn't you?" he said, doing just that to the boy. "And I bet you like dragging your tongue over these soft ringed nipples, feeling their pointiness, caressing the tips, tasting them, taking turns suckling on them and making them even harder and that makes your dick just as hard."

"Mr. Kieffer, what are you …?"

Charles was stunned. He swallowed twice as he watched Mr. Kieffer turn the boy to the side and continued sucking on his boy tits. Alfonso just stared at Charles with a sexy curved smile. He was enjoying all of this. He kept licking his moist lips with his tongue and winking at him sexily, puckering his lips as if he was throwing him a kiss. His straight freckled nose gave him a younger boyish look. Those sexy nipples on those tight pecs and the six-pack abs on his chiseled body, those sexy tight cutoffs; as much as he tried, Charles could not keep his erection down.

Mr. Kieffer turned Alfonso to face Charles again and knelt behind him. He reached around and started grabbing and squeezing Alfonso's growing bulge with one hand while unbuttoning his jean shorts with the other. Charles swallowed again, not believing what he suspected was about to happen.

"I know you would love nothing better than to unbutton this boy's sexy cutoff jean shorts, to pull the zipper down slowly just like I'm doing and, (Gasp!) to find out he's not wearing any underwear."

Charles could see the tip of the boy's uncut erection sticking out and the soft hairless pubic area inside his V-line. Mr. Kieffer concealed the boy's boner by cupping it with his hand and rubbing it up and down and around.

"… to feel his leathery hard boner molded to perfection cupped snugly on the palm of your hand just waiting for you to squeeze it, rub it, fondle it, lick it, suck it along with his silky hairless balls."

He turned the boy around, giving Charles a good view of the way the boy's shorts were pulled down with half of his sexy ass cheeks showing under a well-defined tan line. Mr. Kieffer's hands were all over his ass, rubbing, squeezing, kneading. Charles clenched his groin muscles in arousal as he got several glimpses of the boy's white ass.

"I bet you'd like to cup your hands around these perfect melons, to squeeze them, rub them, dig your fingers into them."

He finally let the boy's shorts drop to the ground, leaving him in only his white socks. The boy stood there facing Charles completely naked, pressing his legs together, making his V-line deep, distinguished and tempting, making the tease even more torturous. He laid the naked boy down on the sofa and placed a cushion under his butt. The boy lifted his knees and opened his legs invitingly, with his prominent boner resting on his stomach.

"You don't have to pretend anymore, Charles. You're among kindred spirits here. Me and all of my staff here at Boy's Haven want what you want."

Mr. Kieffer bent down and started nudging Alfonso's boner with his nose pushing it from side to side. "To be able to smell the intoxicating aroma between a boy's legs; to suck a young boy's dick and feel it getting hard inside your mouth confirming the fact that he's as sexually aroused as you are."

Charles sucked in his drool in astonishment as he watched the man in front of him, giving the boy a blow job as the boy squirmed in sexual ecstasy.

"Just knowing that he wants you to suck his dick and he wants you to lick his balls – knowing that he wants you. He wants you, Charles."

Charles had the boy stand up again with him sitting behind him. Charles gulped from the torrents of sexual waves emanating from the boy's perfectly erotic naked body and his irresistible erected penis fully and deliberately displayed for his enjoyment and arousal.

"This is why you are here, isn't it, Mr. Collins?" Mr. Kieffer asked as he sat behind Alfonso and pushed his fingers between his legs from behind and started playing with his boner and fondling his balls. Then he reached around and started masturbating the boy.

"You wanna cup a feel? I know you do. Why don't you step over here and get closer? It's okay, come on over."

Charles stepped cautiously towards them with his arms crossed over his midsection to hide his erection. Mr. Kieffer pulled his hand away to let Charles stare down at Alfonso's full erection and feel the effects of his fully naked body.

"But Mr. Kieffer, this is like totally illegal … isn't it?"

"Oh, come on, Charles. Let's cut the bullshit. Of course, this is illegal. This whole orphanage is fucking illegal, but you already knew that, didn't you? What, did you think it's normal for an orphanage to have a secret nudist section where all the boys are frolicking around completely naked popping their boners to each other? You think it's normal for boys to be swimming out in an exclusive pool with loincloths so tiny they could fit a Barbie Doll just to stir your desires?"

Alfonso just stood there with his legs pressed with his boner as rigid as ever, his body slightly tilted into a most alluring sexy pose. Then the boy walked over to Charles, making him back away nervously.

"It's not illegal with me," the boy purred as he pressed his nude body against Charles and caressed his ears with his hand.

"Fonzy, stay quiet, please," Julius said lightly.

"Aww, come on, Julius. He's cute. Let him have some fun," Fonzy whined, trying to unbutton Charles' pants, making him back away even more.

"Not yet, Fonzy," Julius said, motioning him to come back to him.

"Look Charles, let me be blunt. You, Charles, are sexually attracted to boys just like I am and just like my employees are. There, it's out in the open already. You don't have to pretend anymore. You don't have to cover your boner. You don't have to fake ignorance, wondering if this is some kind of trick to get you arrested and sent to prison. So, come over here and grab Alfonso's dick like you've wanted to do this whole time."

Charles finished downing the last of his wine cooler and dropped the bottle next to the phone. He remembered all those times when he almost went to prison for doing something as stupid as this. He walked over to where the video cameras were and inspected them. "These aren't on, are they?" he asked suspiciously.

"You tell me. Go ahead and check them out. Are they plugged in?"

Charles followed the extension cords and saw that they were not. He walked over to Alfonso, staring at his sexy pose and his smooth nude body lasciviously, but he had learned his lesson and had learned to control his impulses. He stared at Mr. Kieffer looking for any sign of deception. Then he focused his attention on this incredible sexy boy. It can't be this easy, can it? This must be some kind of trick.

That throbbing, suckable boner with the slight upward curve over those tight peach hairless balls, those pert erect nipples, that toned, muscled body. This naked boy at the perfect age standing in front of him looking at him with that permanent sexy grin with those pearly white teeth that say 'come fuck me – go ahead, I'll let you do whatever you want with me.' He was sexual perfection. He was at a point where he couldn't decline this incredible invitation even if he wanted to. He would kick himself for the rest of his life if he let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

He slowly reached over with one hand, hesitating midways to take a swallow, licking his lips in sexual awe, preparing himself to wrap his fingers around the object of his strongest desires – the full erection of a twelve-year-old boy. Then he was blocked by Mr. Kieffer's hand; Charles closed his eyes in frustration.

"Charles, before you start playing with Fonzy's boner, I want to ask you a question. What would be your most erotic fantasy about being with a naked boy like Fonzy? You can be honest, Charles. Remember, no more pretending."

Alfonso decided to lean back on the sofa and take over his masturbation. Charles stared at him, transfixed as he rested his feet on the coffee table with his legs open and started jerking that deliciously juicy cock of his.

"Well, I … ehem, (Gulp). I would like to be alone with Fonzy and a few other boys between 8 and 12 years old. I'd like them to let me strip their clothes off slowly and playfully and for them to tease me sexually. Um… I would like them to have full erections while I suck on their boners and I would love for them to suck on my boner as well, and then um …"

"Don't hold back, Charles. You're doing good. You wanna fuck'em, right?" Charles nodded. "You wanna take a whiff of the intoxicating smell between the boy's legs?" Charles kept nodding with a growing smile. "You want them wrapping their legs around your neck so you can give them a rim job and get a taste of their little fuck holes?"

Fonzy lay down on his back and started moving his body sensually, sexily, erotically as he continued masturbating. He would rub his hand over his chest, massage his balls and raise his hips with his legs open to highlight his sexy butt, swiveling his hips in a most orgasmic fashion with some of his silky hair covering part of his eye. He kept staring at Charles, silently mouthing the words 'Fuck me'. He kept gesturing for Charles to come here with his finger making him aroused.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Charles whispered as he kept staring at Alfonso's erotic performance on the sofa.

"What about afterward, Charles?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would your fantasy be limited to a one-time encounter with these boys?"

"Well, I don't know. I hadn't thought about that. You mean, would I want to be able to have sex with these boys whenever I wanted, over and over again?"

"Yes, Charles. That's what I'm talking about."

"Well, yeah. That would be awesome."

"Okay so, let's expand your fantasy to think long term. Let's take Fonzy here, for example. Let's say you get to keep coming back to him to have wild sex over and over again, say for a couple of years. What do you think is going to happen?"

"Um, he's gonna get older," Charles said with a frown.

"Yes, that's the problem with people like us, isn't it? He'll become a teenager, he'll start making his own friends to run off with, and eventually, he's gonna start losing interest in you. Then he'll start growing pubic hair and pretty soon you're gonna start losing interest in him. You prefer smooth hairless boys between 8 and 12 years old, right? What if you have trouble finding more boys of that age who'll want to have sex with you?"

Fonzy was now on his stomach with his legs spread as he humped a sofa pillow, rotating his delicious ass erotically while staring at Charles. He dug his hand between his legs and started fondling his balls, pushing his boner downward to make it visible.

Charles kept staring intently at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing silently. "Uhh … Uhhm, well, if this is my fantasy, then Fonzy wouldn't grow old. He'd stay young for a very long time. I could keep having sex with him for years without worrying about his age."

"Yes, wouldn't that be something? Charles, what would you say if I told you we'd found a way to make that happen?"

Charles perked up with interest. "What? Mr. Kieffer, I don't understand."

"I'm talking about keeping Fonzy from growing old. To keep him young for a very long time, just like in your fantasy. It would be like if you were best friends with benefits. Just imagine, Charles. Picture this in your mind; you could form a loving bond with each other. You could take care of him, nurture him, take him out to a ball game, to the movies, to Disneyland, go camping. Have a real loving relationship and do all the things that would make both of you happy.

"Imagine the two of you sharing a cabin out in the woods every winter. Sitting naked under the covers on a sofa in front of the chimney; him snuggling against you between your legs. Your arm around his bare chest, caressing your feet with his, giving him gentle kisses on his neck. He turns around to straddle you and starts kissing you while massaging your balls.

"You pick him up and lay him down in front of the fireplace. You start fucking him, sucking him, licking every single part of his whole body in front of the crackling fire, which is casting shadows of your lovemaking against the wall. You take notice of the gentle flames accentuating the eroticism and the warm, soft tones of his incredible body – so soft and pure.

"You wake up in the morning in the bedroom to find him lying naked on his stomach, admiring his nakedness, indulging your desires by sensually caressing the curves of his smooth ass, hearing his mewling as he wakes up to your sensual touch. You're comforted by the knowledge that he'll stay this young forever. That bond and that connection will never go away."

"Wow," Charles sighed dreamingly. "That would be a dream come true. It'd be just like Peter Pan and all those boys on that island that never grow old."

"Fonzy, why don't you tell Mr. Collins here how old you are?"

Alfonso got up and dug his fingers into Charles' pants, pulling him to the sofa to sit him down. He then straddled him and started kissing him under his ear. "I'm nineteen years young," he whispered.

"Whaaaat… the fuck? Naw, I don't believe you."

"It's true, Charles. Fonzy is my adoptive son. He looks twelve because he was that age when we stopped his aging. All those things that I mentioned in that wild fantasy, I've experienced it all with this wonderful boy. We've become inseparable. We make lasting memories together. We spend quality time with each other as much as we can. We've… we've fallen in love with each other. We've become soul mates. Not only does his body not age, but his mind also doesn't develop either. It doesn't mature. His body and mind will remain 12 years old.

"This young, smooth, seemingly innocent boy will not grow any pubic hair and will not develop physically or mentally. He will retain his playfulness, his exuberance, his youthful spirit and his childhood. Most importantly, he will maintain the hormone levels that he has developed up until his 12th birthday. I'm talking about his sexual curiosity, his sexual drive and his sexual angst right before puberty that all 12-year-old boys experience at that age. Fonzy here is living proof."

"But how is this possible?"

Mr. Kieffer made eye contact with Alfonso and nodded his head. Alfonso immediately lied down on his back, wrapped his legs around Charles' neck and pulled his face down to his boner. Charles stared at the eye-popping sight and found not even a sign of pubic hair. His pubic area, his balls and his butt hole were as smooth as a baby's butt. Charles finally gave in. He trembled with arousal and started sucking on his twelve-year-old looking hard dick. This was his first time giving a blow job to a boy who was a willing participant.

"Well, Charles, that's the main reason you're here. You see, this could be a dream come true for you too. You could have your very own Peter Pan, who could fulfill your wildest sexual fantasies for a very long time. But I'm going to need your help."

By now, Fonzy was undressing Charles until he was naked as well. Charles stared down at Alfonso's boner, waiting to be sucked over and over again. His mind was already swirling with visions of having his very own boy toy forever.

Mr. Kieffer sat back to enjoy the show. He started massaging his boner and admired Charles' sexy naked body. Fonzy reciprocated by turning around and started licking and sucking on his perfectly cut long penis.

"Okay, Mr. Kieffer," Charles moaned deeply. "You've got my attention. I want what you have, and I'll do whatever it takes," he said, losing himself into this erotic angel boy.

Mr. Kieffer turned to the two-way mirror, and he could barely make out a red blinking light indicating that a camcorder was still taking video.

"Yes, Mr. Collins. I'm sure you will," he said softly with a satisfied smile. "Why don't you gather your things from your quarters at the dorm and move into the mansion. We'll put you up in your very own room right next to the nudist corridor. You'll have your own bathroom, and… you can start working on that wild fantasy of yours with your pick of naked boys. What do you say, Mr. Collins? Mr. Collins…?"

Charles was now lying flat on the sofa with Fonzy straddling his face and fucking his mouth. Charles raised his hand distractedly and gave him a thumbs up.

For a moment, Mr. Kieffer felt just a hint of jealousy when he noticed that Alfonso seemed to be enjoying Charles' young sexy body way too much. Mr. Kieffer suddenly realized that, although Alfonso wouldn't get any older, he most certainly will.

Chapter 18
What's In A Name?

Laydon observed from a distance at Calypso and the same eight boys that were in the showers with them, sitting outside of their dorms on the grass next to the playground. The lamp posts cast an eerie, hazy glow as a fog bank started rolling in from the Pacific Ocean.

The boys were pretty animated, conversing and laughing with each other. The mental connection Calypso had shared with them during the sexual orgy incident earlier had formed some kind of bond with him. They all had sat together at the chow hall with him, each of them trying to compete for his attention.

Although these boys didn't know what was going on with Calypso, they knew that he possessed a special gift that gave him the ability to awaken and inflame their wildest sexual desires that they didn't even know existed. They remembered vividly the powerful sexual euphoria coursing through their minds and souls. They had instantly endeared themselves to him, and quite frankly, to each other.

When Laydon had enveloped and deactivated Calypso's thought thrower, he saw how badly it affected his body. So, he withdrew his hold and allowed Calypso to have full control once again. Laydon could feel him using it even now. He heard the group laughing and giggling as Calypso pointed to four squirrels at a nearby tree that he was now influencing them to have an orgy of their own as they lined up to mount each other and had created a humping train. They were all roaring with laughter.

Good, Laydon thought and smiled with approval. This is a good way for him to start honing his abilities. The more he uses it, the more control he'll have. However, the more he uses it, the sooner he'll start secreting his disastrous pheromones into the air. Laydon was going to have to be very careful how he handled this delicate tight rope.

He saw three other older boys stepping out of the building and were approaching the group. These boys were always together and were known as resident troublemakers. One was carrying a large diaper and another one held some kind of pouch in his hand. Laydon already knew what they were planning to do.

They wanted to perform a hazing ritual for the new kid by having Calypso take his pants off and wear the diaper, put some makeup on his face, walk him over to the small pond and have him start quacking like a duck. These boys already knew that this type of hazing was not allowed. They got away with this the last time they did this with just a slap on the wrist so, they felt emboldened to try this again with Calypso. Laydon already knew this would not go well and prepared himself to intervene.

It was apparent that Calypso didn't want to do any of those things they wanted him to do. Laydon could see him standing up and heard his distant shouts for them to leave him alone. Then all the other boys stood up and formed a protective barrier in front of him. Come on, Cal. Do your thing. What are you waiting for? Laydon thought.

One of the older boys broke through and went after Calypso. He stood his ground and confronted the bully, but he was forcefully thrown down to the ground.

"Cal, what are you doing? Why aren't you using your thought thrower," Laydon mumbled to himself and started making his way towards the group. The younger boys regrouped and started attacking the older boy plus the other two. They started scooping up sand from the playground and spraying it on their faces and in their eyes.

Then a bunch of pigeons started swooping in and started dropping shit bombs all over their heads. Those bullies finally gave up and started running off to the cheering and whooping of the younger boys as they ran over to Calypso to help him up and dust him off.

Calypso saw Laydon approaching and turned to his new friends. "Hey guys, thank you so much for helping me out with those creeps. Um, I'm going to take a walk with Laydon for a while. Don' worry, I'll be alright."

The boys sat back down in a circle as Laydon and Calypso walked down a winding red brick trail. They walked in silence for a while, enjoying the cool breeze, watching the patches of the crescent moon appearing and disappearing through the fog rolling through. Squirrels were busy chasing each other around the bark of the trees while drones of hummingbirds maneuvered around the flower beds in search of sweet nectar.

They sat down on a wooden bench in front of the pond and watched the ducks and the swans gliding by grooming their feathers and sticking their heads underwater. It was so peaceful and quiet and made for a very relaxing evening.

"I see you've made some friends," Laydon said, staring ahead.

"Yeah," said Calypso with a chuckle. "They're like little puppies always following me around wherever I go, but I don't mind. I'm glad they were there to protect me from those older guys."

"Cal, how come you didn't use your thought thrower on them? You had every right to protect yourself."

"Yeah, about that. It's because… well, I could see you were outside by the building watching us and I know that whenever I use my thought thrower, it makes you dizzy and you always get headaches."

"Cal, I don't want you to concern yourself about that. I don't get full-blown headaches and the dizziness is mild. These are more like discomforts, but I can handle them. I want you to start using your thought thrower more often. The more you use it, the better control you'll have over it."

"Why do I even have this thought thrower? What is its purpose? Laydon, I have so many questions. Why do you get headaches every time I use it? How come you can turn it off? How can Mr. Kieffer be your son? How come we have trouble touching each other? How come you don't get any boners? Why did you …" Calypso stopped and looked down in silence.

"Why did I kill Ambrose. That's what you've wanted to ask me."

Calypso nodded.

"Well, I'll tell you later why I killed him, but I just want you to know that when I did it, it was because he asked me to."

Calypso turned to Laydon in confusion. "Whaaat?"

"Cal, I think it's time you learned the truth about your origins, my origins, and how all of this ties in with Ambrose and Julius being my son. First of all, do you happen to know the purpose of your existence? Why were you created at the Hespera Institute and why did they keep doing all those experiments on you?"

"I don't know. Everyone kept saying that I was special and, oohh, you're so special, and we're all so proud of you – and then they tried to kill me. I was so special that they wanted to kill me," he said in disgust.

"Okay, well, let's start with making sense of all of our weird-sounding names and what they mean. Let me start by saying that scientists have always been known for creating names based on ancient Greek Mythology.

"First, the word Hespera is derived from the word Hesperides. They were Greek goddess-nymphs who tended to a tree of golden apples that were said to give eternal life to any human who ate one.

"Ambrose comes from the Greek word ambrosia, which was the nectar of the gods, which brought immortality to whoever drank it.

"Your name, Calypso, comes from the name Kalypso with a 'K' who was an immortal nymph and the daughter of a sea goddess known as an Oceanid, or in more modern terms, a mermaid. They would lure sailors on boats towards rocky shallow waters with enchanting irresistible singing voices. After wrecking their boats, mermaids would offer these men immortality if they stayed with them or leave them to die if they refused. Cal, do you see a common theme here?"

Calypso scratched his head. "Um, being able to live forever?"

"Yes. Immortality. Eternal life, to live forever. Even that necklace you're wearing tells a story. That's an Egyptian symbol called an ankh that they'd put on the lips of dead kings to help them attain an eternal afterlife. But the Hespera Institute didn't want something so eternal; they just wanted to extend the lifespan of humans. Have you ever heard the story of the Fountain of Youth?"

Calypso shook his head no.

"Back in the early 1500s, an explorer by the name of Ponce de Leon heard stories about this body of water somewhere in the Bahamas that had rejuvenating powers for anyone who bathed in it. They claimed that an old man submerged himself in that fountain, which reversed his aging and he became a young man again. And every time he became old, he would go back to that fountain to do it all over and become young again.

"Well, the founder of the Hespera Institute, a German by the name of Gustov von Hemsworth, claimed to have several samples of that rejuvenating water and tried to synthesize it or, in other words, make more of it by artificial means.

"He conducted several experiments on prisoners during some German civil war in the late 1800s. Then they discovered that experimenting on their children gave them better results, and all these years up until today, they've never been able to get it right. Me, Ambrose, and you are perfect examples of their failures.

"That's why they wanted to kill Ambrose. Your thought thrower was an unintended mutation of your genes. That's why they wanted to kill you."

"Now it makes sense," Calypso said wide-eyed. "I remember hearing some of the doctors talking with each other and I never understood what they were saying about me – until now. To them, I was just a fucking lab experiment, wasn't I?" he said angrily.

"Cal, these people don't know what the fuck they're doing. They have no idea how dangerous it is to be messing around with something that shouldn't be messed with, something that could have worldwide implications. Do you want to know why I don't get aroused? Why our bodies repel each other? Why I get dizzy whenever you use your thought thrower? It's because you and I are opposites to each other.

"You see, they almost got it right with me. I'm 84 years old, but physically, I stopped aging when I was around 16. All the scientists were elated, thinking that they had finally recreated the fountain of youth, and I was now their golden child. They popped open their champaign bottles and had huge celebrations. Then they discovered that something wasn't quite right. My immortality had unintended side effects."

"You mean you couldn't have sex," Calypso said softly.

"I couldn't have sex, I couldn't feel any type of arousals, I couldn't have children – I couldn't fall in love," Laydon said sadly. "It's like Mother Nature was protecting the world by making sure I never had any of those things. Do you know what would happen if immortal people started having immortal babies? In just a few generations, the entire planet would be overflowing with humans."

"And I'm the exact opposite," Calypso said, finally making sense of how all of this was starting to fit together. "I can use my thought thrower to make people have sex and have babies."

"Yes, Cal – exactly. Your genes, which contain the blueprints of how your body was created, accidentally generated a code that makes it believe that the human race is dying off. This code has given you a tool to repopulate what it thinks is a dying planet."

"So, when I try to touch your body, it… it tries to push me away?" Calypso asked, trying to understand.

"Yes, Cal. My body perceives yours as a threat to my immortality. That's why we both felt that resistance when I tried to shake your hand. That's why I get headaches every time you use your thought thrower. That's why it has no effect on me, and that's why I can turn it off whenever I want."

Calypso stayed quiet for a moment, trying to process everything he had just heard. "So, how does it feel to be able to live for so long?"

"It's not what it's cut out to be. You see, I stopped aging too early. All my life, everyone has always treated me like an underage teen. I've never been able to do anything that adults are able to do. I can't get a job; I can't open a bank account, I can't get a driver's license, I can't buy a car, buy a house, or even rent an apartment."

Calypso started giggling. "You couldn't even walk into a whore house?"

"What would be the point, right?"

"Right," said Calypso laughing. "You'd leave all the ladies disappointed."

Laydon regarded him with a cat-like grin. "Well, look at you. How do you know about such things as whore houses?"

Calypso just kept laughing.

"To tell you the truth, I haven't been in any whore houses, but I have been in several strip clubs."

"Huh? What for if you can't even get turned on?"

"I was the one doing all the turning on. I was a stripper, but it wasn't in front of the ladies – it was in front of a bunch of men. Even though it was illegal, I was very popular at the time. Despite never being able to get my dick up, I always managed to bring down the house and I'd make a lot of money. That's how I managed to survive for a long time."

"Mmmm, I would've loved to be able to watch you strip naked," Calypso said with a wicked smile.

"See, that's what I don't understand, Cal. I don't get it. I have no concept of why you or anyone else feel that sexual attraction towards me. I see couples walking by on the streets hand in hand, the lady resting her head on the man's shoulder. I see couples sitting on benches or in the park kissing each other passionately. I see men getting horny watching boys swimming naked in the underground pool. I see boys with sweat on their foreheads as they take turns fucking each other and touching each other's bodies.

"I have no concept of how that feels and so my body doesn't even crave such things, but I wish it did. I've always wondered how it feels to be sexually aroused, how it feels to have a boner, and be able to use it to fuck someone. I'll never be able to feel any of that. I'll never be able to know how it feels to have a loving partner and to … to be able to fall in love. Being immortal and falling in love are incompatible with each other. That's the price of immortality and Mother Nature just won't allow it. I didn't want to be like this Cal. I don't think anyone would."

Calypso looked over at the pond with the ducks and swans, feeling a great sense of sadness for Laydon. Watching him wiping his eyes made it even worse. He slowly reached over and held Laydon's hand to comfort him. He was at a loss for words and finally came up with something he could do to change the subject.

"So … what about your name?"

"What?"

"Your name. What does your name mean?"

"Oh, you're never going to believe this one. Remember the Hesperides I told you about who tended to the tree with the golden apples? Well, Laydon comes from the Greek name Ladon which was a one-hundred headed dragon who twined and twisted around that very same tree to protect it. And Draco is the Greek word for dragon. In essence, I was the protector of immortality." Laydon shook his head in disbelief. "Talk about wild coincidences, right?"

"Yeah, I see what you mean," Calypso said thoughtfully. "Laydon, what about Mr. Kieffer? How does he fit into all this?"

Laydon gathered his thoughts for a moment. "Yes, Julius, I still have vivid memories of the first time we met. Back in 1944, during the bombing campaigns by Allied forces against the Nazis, I was scavenging around what was left of all the damaged buildings looking for food, clothing, or anything useful I could find. Mixed in with the rubble, I found some cans of soup. They were dented, but they were still good. I was sitting down on a slab of cement eating from the can when suddenly I saw this little blonde boy staring at me.

"He was around four years old looking all scruffy with dried mud caked into his hair and smeared on his face and his torn clothes. He was holding a crusty old stuffed rabbit with one ear missing. He must've been a survivor of the bombings with his parents having been killed. This presumptuous stupid brat wanted some of my food, and I wasn't going to share any of it with him or anyone else. This was survival of the fittest, and I didn't care how young he was. I tried to shoo him away and yelled at him to leave. I traveled alone, and I didn't need any baggage.

"But as I continued eating from the can, I could hear the boy whimpering and then he started crying. I tried to ignore him, but then he started wailing loudly. I threw the empty can at him in anger and stormed over to him, yelling at him to leave me the fuck alone. I threatened to stab him with my knife if he didn't go away. He just started crying even more loudly. I threw my hands up in anger and stormed off.

"But before I got too far, I stopped and turned around. Little Julius was standing there crying softly, wiping his tears, looking around so scared, so lonely, and so helpless as he walked in one direction, and then to another. He was totally lost and couldn't decide where to go. Then he looked at me and he …" Laydon paused, trying not to choke up.

"… he raised his little arms towards me, wanting me to pick him up as he kept crying, his tears making white lines over his muddied face. I'll never forget that look of despair, pleading for someone, anyone to hold him and make him feel safe. What can I say? This tiny, helpless little boy managed to tug the strings of my heart. When I picked him up, he immediately wrapped his little arms around my neck and rested his head tenderly on my shoulder, his body racked with broken sobs."

Laydon looked down, shaking his head slowly. "I just couldn't leave him like that. So, I ended up raising him as my son. As he grew older, I passed him off as my little brother. Then he started outgrowing me, and when he finally became an adult, I realized he could do all those things that I couldn't. Now our roles are reversed. He plays the father, and I play the role of his son."

"Does that mean he can order you around?"

"In a way. It's kind of complicated, but we have an agreement. Most of the time, I'll defer to his authority, but whenever we have a disagreement, he knows that I have some leverage over him. And, well – I still love him like a son, and he loves me like a father. That'll never change."

"How do you have leverage over him?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. I'll tell you about it later."

Laydon leaned back and looked around the foggy surroundings. He looked at Calypso and noticed how relaxed he seemed. "So, how do you like it here, Cal? What do you think of the place?"

"Well,…" Calypso was trying to find the right words.

"Cal, it's okay. You can be honest with me. I won't get mad."

"Well, there are some parts I like and some parts I don't like. I didn't like the way Joshua was forcing that little boy to have sex with him earlier, and I don't like that there are boys that are being forced to have sex with men and end up being hurt. Boys who actually want to have sex with adults should be able to enjoy it as much as the men do, not be forced or be hurt by it."

Laydon put his hand on Calypso's shoulder. "You know what? I agree with you. Anything else?"

"Yeah, you said I could be honest with you? Well, I don't like the fact that you can turn my thought thrower off and on whenever you want," he said with annoyance. "It makes me feel sick, and I don't like feeling like that." Calypso decided not to mention that he had discovered a way to reactivate it without Laydon's help.

"You're right, but the times that I have used it, wouldn't you agree that it was absolutely necessary like when you used it on Joshua and during the shower incident?"

Calypso looked down and nodded his head. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I should thank you for that."

"Cal, I promise I won't turn your thought thrower off again unless it is absolutely necessary, okay?"

"Okay."

Laydon decided not to mention that pretty soon, there would come a point where he would not be able to turn it off even if he wanted to.

"Now, going back to what you were saying earlier, let me ask you something. If there was a way to prevent any boy from being forced or hurt while having sex with an adult or anyone else, would you be okay with that?"

"Well, yeah. Why wouldn't I?"

"Okay, let me ask you another question. During the tour, when we walked into that room with those naked boys fucking each other, did you enjoy watching that?"

Calypso gave him a cute smile. "Um, yeah," he said shyly with a slight blush. "I liked it a lot." This was the first time Laydon had seen him react like this.

"What if I told you there was a way you could see more of that and help us keep any more boys from being hurt at the same time? Let me tell you about a special party we're having tomorrow evening in the mansion that will give you plenty of opportunities to practice using your thought thrower."

"My thought thrower? But how?"

"Okay, so, you know that cute blonde boy Little John you were talking about? He and some other boys might be getting themselves in a situation where they might need your help again."

Calypso raised his hands in the air and started stretching and yawning at the same time. "Yeah, I guess. Just tell me what I need to do."

Laydon noticed the sweat beads appearing on Calypso's forehead. "Cal, are you alright?"

Calypso looked at him with fatigue. "Yeah, um … yeah – I'm good. I'm just feeling a little tired, that's all. Can we go back to the dorm pleased?"

***

A red laser-dot appeared on the back of Laydon's head. Then another laser dot appeared on the back of Calypso's head. The two covert camouflaged snipers up on the branches of a tall pine tree looked through their scopes on their high-powered rifles with their fingers next to the triggers, perfectly concealed under the blanket of fog. The rifles were equipped with suppressors to dampen the muzzle report. Although both of the boy's heads kept appearing and disappearing through the foggy haze, both were clearly in their crosshairs.

One of the snipers spoke silently into a voice-activated radio attached to his ear. "This is Sniper 1. Main target is acquired with one collateral. I have a clean shot. Awaiting further instructions."

There were two other sentries stationed nearby on the lookout for any movement on the compound. "Roger, stand by," the sniper heard on his headset. After a few seconds, his headset crackled again. "You have a go for both targets. Standing by for extraction. Repeat, you are authorized to eliminate both targets – over."

"Copy that."

Both snipers made final adjustments on their scopes, adjusted their breathing, and braced themselves to fire a high-powered bullet into each of these boy's heads. As soon as they were down, the two sentries would run in, hoist the bodies on their shoulders and carry them off to a predetermined hiding spot.

The lead sniper peered through his scope and spoke softly on his mic to his partner on the other branch. "Sniper 2, you go left, I'll go right. Prepare to fire on my mark – Three … Two … One … M…"

Then his headset crackled with urgency. "Abort … abort … abort! You have movement in the area. Abort and take immediate cover!"

The mercenaries hired by the Hespera Institute would have to wait another day before making another attempt to get their hands on this boy – dead or alive.

***

Laydon and Calypso turned their heads at the sound of some dogs barking. They saw two armed security guards appear from the haze, trying to hold on to the leash of their guard dogs as they were being dragged over to a tall tree. Both dogs were barking furiously up at the branches. The guards beamed their flashlights upwards, but all they could see was fog everywhere. As they were squinting their eyes upwards looking for anything unusual, they both screamed in terror and covered their faces when something fell down on top of their heads.

"It's alright – it's okay. It's just a squirrel," said one of the guards laughing as both dogs ran off, chasing the critter as it scrambled up another tree.

"Unbelievable," panted the other guard holding his hand over his heart. "That scared the shit out of me. I don't get it. There are squirrels everywhere all the time. Since when do these dogs go chasing off after them like that?"

"I don't know. We're probably going to have to give these canines some more training."

Laydon and Calypso were laughing and giggling as the two guards approached their position. "Yeah, yeah … laugh it up, boys. Let's see how you react when some furry creature lands on top of your heads."

"You should've seen your faces," snorted Laydon with laughter.

The other guard noticed the canines running over to the original tree and started barking again. Then his eyes widened when he noticed one of the dogs straddling the other and started humping it. Then that same squirrel came down from the tree and jumped on the rear dog and tried humping its fur.

"Cal, are you doing that?" whispered Laydon laughing.

"Yeah, I am," said Calypso bursting out in giggles.

"What the fuck?" said the guard looking incredulous. He whistled loudly and the two guard dogs immediately ran over to them.

"Boys, listen up," the other guard said all serious, interrupting their bouts of laughter. "We have reports of a possible security breach. Both of you need to get inside like right now for your own safety."

Both boys stopped laughing and looked around nervously. "Yeah, okay. Cal, come on. It's time to go."

"So, tell me more about what I'm gonna see at tomorrow's party," Calypso said as they started walking off.

"Have you heard of the term ménage à trois?" Laydon asked, putting his arm over Calypso's shoulder.

"Ménage à what?"

Chapter 19
Money Changes Everything

Riley, Benji and Sebastian had just started drying themselves off when they all heard a clacking sound from the side of the house. They all quickly wrapped their towels around themselves.

"Who's there?" shouted Riley.

"It's me – Amelia."

"You guys wait here." Riley scampered over to the side gate, holding his towel tightly around his waist. Amelia was sitting on her bike on the other side, wearing a short brown skirt with butterflies.

"Amelia, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? You guys said I could come over, and since when do I need an invitation? I usually just jump over the wall, but my house is way down there, and it's already dark."

Riley looked behind his shoulder in embarrassment. "It's just that, well … me and Benji are naked and …"

"You guys were skinny dipping? Riley, I'm impressed. Your parents must've left you boys alone for the whole night. That's a first. Looks like I came just in time. Can I come in?" she asked eagerly.

"Amelia, didn't you hear what I said? I said me and Benji are naked."

"So? Riley, we've already seen each other naked. We've done more than see each other naked."

"Yeah, but that's because we were under the influence of Cal. Now it's different."

"Oh, come on, please? You guys can just keep swimming and I promise not to look whenever you guys get …" Amelia suddenly froze when Benji and Sebastian appeared behind Riley with their own towels.

"Riley, what's going on?" asked Benji. "Oh, hey, Amelia."

"Oh, great. This is great," Riley said with his hands on his cheeks. "I told you guys to wait. I didn't want her to know that Sebastian was … I was trying to explain to her that we were all naked and …"

"Oh, Riley," gushed Amelia turning red as a tomato. "I didn't know your friend was here. Now you're just going to have to let me in cause I'm not leaving," she said, staring at Sebastian's bare chest.

"Riley, just let her in. We've already seen each other naked up in the …" Benji suddenly stopped when he realized what he had just revealed to Sebastian.

"Benjamin, shut up!" Riley sneered with gritted teeth.

"Whoa, whoa … you've all seen each other naked? So, what's the big deal then?" asked Sebastian. "I haven't seen her naked, and she hasn't seen me naked, right Amelia?"

Amelia turned even redder. Benji and Riley both turned to see Sebastian opening the gate to let her in. "So, we meet again, mi-lady," Sebastian said, ushering her in on her bike. "My name's Sebastian, but you can call me Sebby, even at school," he said, kissing her hand with a formal bow. Amelia covered her mouth with a girlish giggle.

Riley and Benji both looked at each, "Whatever," they both said, shrugging their shoulders.

"Check this out," Benji whispered as Sebastian guided Amelia on her bike further in. "She's going to find a way to snatch that towel from him just like she did with Cal. Then she's going to pretend it was all an accident."

"She wouldn't dare," Riley said with skepticism. "Would she?"

Amelia looked down and noticed Sebastian's towel was dragging on the floor as he walked ahead of her. She deliberately speeded up and snagged the edge of his towel with her tire causing it to slip off.

"Sebby!" she gasped loudly. "I am soooo … so, sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going and …"

Sebastian stood frozen in front of her exposing his nakedness from behind. Amelia almost drooled at the sight of his muscular physique and those firm shapely butt cheeks.

"Oh, you naughty little girl. You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"Sebby, no – I …"

"You wanna see something cool?" Sebastian opened up his legs a little bit and placed his hands on his bare hips. He started flexing his left butt cheek a couple of times. Then he started flexing the other butt cheek. Then he started flexing both cheeks alternating from one to the other. Then he turned around to face her as Amelia was trying to update her count of how many boys she had seen naked already.

"Well, now that you've seen me naked, when do I get to see you naked?"

Even though he had already unloaded from the stimulations of Riley and Benji's nimble fingers, he was still able to get hard. Amelia's eyes widened as his penis started rising and getting harder and longer and wider and stiffer. He walked over to her and straddled her bike seat, pushing her a little forward, pressing his crotch against her back.

"You want me to give you a ride? I promise you it'll be immensely pleasurable," he whispered in her ear.

Amelia was frozen in a state of disbelief as she felt his boner twitching against her butt over her skirt. She immediately twisted and dismounted herself from the bike, causing her to fall on her butt giving Sebastian a peek at her pink underwear.

"Well, that's a start," he said with a wide grin.

Riley and Benji were on the floor, laughing hysterically. "What did I tell you? What did I tell you?" Benji repeated.

Later on, after Sebastian had gotten dressed, they all decided to climb up to the treehouse. Riley and Benji still had their towels on and would change into their pajamas that were already up there.

Amelia had regained her composure and was feeling a little randy after seeing Sebastian's giant boner. She casually gave herself a wedgie and offered to climb up first with Sebastian right behind her. Sebastian leered at her exposed butt cheeks with delight as he climbed up.

"Looks like we're having a full moon tonight," Sebastian said.

They all rang the little bell as they climbed through the trap door, except Sebastian.

"Hey, he didn't ring the bell," said Riley after climbing in.

"So? Who cares?" countered Benji.

"He's supposed to ring the bell. Everyone rings the bell. That's the rule."

"Riley, we're getting too old for that. That stupid bell popped out of a Cracker Jack box," Benji hissed.

"I know and it was your idea to hang that stupid bell and it was your rule, you dumbass."

"Oh, hehe." said Benji with a guilty smile. "Hey Sebby – you wanna, um …"

"I ain't ringing no fucking bell," he said, looking around.

"Well, that settles that," Riley said with finality. Then he turned to Amelia. "Hey, thanks for climbing up ahead of us Amelia," he said with a slight blush.

"Yeah, well don't get used to it. Next time I'm going to start charging you boys. And for a small additional fee, I'll even let you touch."

"Oh yeah?" said Sebastian with a wry smile. "Can we touch now?"

"Will that be cash or check?" Amelia said, playfully sticking out her hand.

Riley grabbed some money from the Monopoly box and handed her some bills. "Cash."

She reached over to a package of Oreos, pulled one out and separated the two ends. "Well, if you boys can get me some real cash, maybe you can even get to lick the crème in the middle," she said, licking the white goo sensuously.

Riley reached into his pocket. "Um, let's see … I've got three quarters. Benji, how much do you have?"

Sebastian shook his head and started laughing. He noticed a small radio with a corded microphone and handed it to her. "If you're gonna put on a show, you should talk into this."

Amelia turned the radio on and started trying out some buttons and switches and blowing into it. "This mic doesn't even work."

Sebastian unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard dick. "Why don't you try testing this mic. It's ahh … already turned on, it's perfectly balanced, and it works just fine – I guarantee."

Amelia bent down and playfully started blowing air at his boner, taking a long look at its hardness. "Well, I keep blowing and blowing, and I still can't hear a thing," she said, batting her eyelashes.

"I was hoping for a different kind of blowing," Sebastian said, putting his dick back in and zipping up.

"Why don't you just give us another peek at your wedgie," Benji suggested.

Amelia played along and lifted her skirt up to her belly button, revealing her full panties. "You boys better not get too excited. If any of you fall through that door again, I ain't jumping to save your ass like the last time." She turned around and gave herself a wedgie in front of the boys. Sebastian reached over to touch her butt when she suddenly pulled away.

Sebastian stared at her with irritation. "You know what? You're nothing but a fucking tease Amelia," he said angrily. "You pull this shit in the wrong crowd and you're gonna get that little pussy gang banged by a bunch of horny low-lives standing in line to get a piece of your ass," he said, raising his voice. "You think this is a fucking game, don't you? You're playing with fire, little girl and sooner or later, you're going to get burned. Now, you either put out or you tighten that skirt for good. Fuck this. No more playing around."

Amelia felt stunned and humiliated. She stood there staring at him with expressions of indecision as if she was debating something in her head. She took a deep breath and whooshed it out slowly. Then with a look of defiance, she pulled off the straps of her dress from her shoulders and let her skirt drop down to the floor, leaving her topless with just her pink panties. She looked straight at Sebastian and pulled her panties down to her ankles and kicked them to the side.

She kept staring at him, holding her head up high with a look of forced determination. Riley and Benji stared at her naked body with wide smiles. Sebastian's expression was more lustful, more carnal. He started walking around her, leering at the curves of her young sexy ass and the smoothness of her slit. He was used to having encounters with older, more experienced women. Rarely did he ever have an opportunity to gaze at the nakedness of such a young, sweet, delicate flower.

He stood behind her and reached down to grab her ass. He reached over her shoulder with his fingers caressing her erect nipples as he bowed his head to take a whiff of her shoulder.

"Ooohhh, mi-lady," he moaned deeply. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet," he quoted from Romeo and Juliet." He reached around with his other hand and started rubbing and massaging between her legs, playing with her pussy while stimulating her clit.

Amelia closed her eyes and shuddered from the onslaught of all these powerful sexual sensations. Despite the pleasures and all the arousals she was feeling, she started feeling uncomfortable with this whole scenario. Sebastian immediately sensed her uneasiness and pulled himself away. He bent down, grabbed all her clothes and handed them to her.

"I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable," Sebastian said gently. "Luckily, I'm not one of those horny low-lives. It took a lot of guts what you just did, and I was impressed." He reached up and cupped her cheek affectionately with one hand. "You're a sweet girl Amelia. I just think you need to be more careful with your teasing. Now get dressed and stop torturing me with that smoking hot body of yours."

While Amelia was getting dressed, Riley and Benji took the opportunity to slip on their pajamas. Sebastian started taking a self-tour of the treehouse admiring all its features. He stepped out to the balcony and started playing with the boat wheel. He leaned over the balcony to read the carved wooden message and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" shouted Riley.

Sebastian stumbled in laughing hysterically and plopped himself on one of the bean bags wiping his tears. "Dude, seriously? Peckerwood Treehouse? Girls can't cum? And your folks are aware of this shit? What the fuck?"

"I know, Sebby. I know. Mine and Benji's parents decided to use that very same sign when they sat us down and had the talk with us. They explained everything to us in great detail," Riley said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh my god, don't remind me," said Benji covering his face with his hands. "It was so embarrassing hearing my dad talking about a pecker and a woody and what the word cum means."

"So, what happened with your dad?" asked Riley sitting down cross-legged on the carpet. Benji and Amelia sat down next to him.

"My dad? Shiiiit – he's not my real father. He's nothing but a fucking joke. Of all the stepfathers in the world, I had to end up with this fucking retard. He's never treated me like a son. The only reason he adopted me was so that I could be his little fuck toy. He would fuck me in the ass every single day. I'd wake up and there he was fucking me and unloading on my ass. I'd be taking a bath or a shower and there he'd come and start fucking me again.

He'd drag me into his bedroom, light some candles, put some incense and fuck me on his bed while whispering sweet nothings in my ear, treating me like if I was his fucking wife. He'd invite some of his buddies over to the house with their own stepsons. They'd make us have orgies together and they'd be taking videos of us. Then they'd all strip naked and get into the action until they're all showering our naked bodies with their jizz.

Amelia and the boys just sat there with their mouths open in astonishment as Sebastian continued his accounts of events.

"It wasn't always like that," he said with regret. "At first, it was pretty awesome. You see, Carl – that's my stepfather – he's a big-time gambler and he's always buying lottery tickets. Before he adopted me, he got the jackpot and won like a million bucks. Then he spent a shit load of that money to adopt me.

"Remember that guy who gave us a ride from school this afternoon? That's Mr. Kieffer. He runs the orphanage at Boy's Haven, where Cal is staying right now. Well, I used to be one of those orphaned boys and he's the fucking asshole who sold me to Carl.

"So, at first, Carl would treat me like fucking royalty. We moved into this big fancy house with a pool. He'd buy me all kinds of expensive shit and we'd go out to eat all the time and we'd go on airplanes and do a whole bunch of traveling. I was like fuuuuuck, man – this is the shit, you know? Some of my best memories are when he took me to the World's Fair in Spokane, Washington with the big ass sign at the entrance: Expo 1974," he said proudly, gesturing the words with his hand.

"He would spend tons of money on this kind of shit, but you know what the problem was? He was spending too much of it without even keeping track of how much he had left. He just kept spending and spending until one day he was like – what the fuck happened to all the money? The fucking idiot squandered all of it. Every single penny. He even had to file for bankruptcy."

"Sebby, hold on," said Riley looking confused. "When did you say you went to that Expo in Spokane?"

"That was in 1974 – why?"

"Well … that was like more than ten years ago. That means you would've been like a toddler, right?"

"No, I clearly remember I was thirteen years old."

"Wait, so – dude, you look like you're thirteen right now," said Riley looking even more confused. "How can that be?"

"Son of a bitch," Sebastian said, getting up in a huff. "Look, I wasn't supposed to tell anybody about this. I don't even know how old I am. When I was at Boy's Haven, this fucking doctor poked me with a needle right after Carl adopted me. That stopped me from growing older. That's why Carl paid a lot of money to take me home. Guys – you have to swear on your lives that you won't say shit to anyone about this. If Mr. Kieffer finds out, I'm fucking dead, you understand? He'll literally hunt me down and kill me, I swear to god," he said, looking out the window.

Riley stood up and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Sebby – I'm sorry you had to …"

"Get your fucking hands off me," he sneered, pushing Riley's hand away. "I don't need your dammed pity." Sebastian started pacing around like a caged animal. "We had it made. We were living the life. He had all this fucking money and he just burned it all on stupid shit. Now we have to live in a fucking shithole where I have to sleep on a torn-up mattress on the cold floor under a hole on the roof that fucking leaks every time it rains. Now I'm stuck with this fucking idiot! Fuuuuck!" he screamed, kicking a small plastic table against the wall. "It's not fair," he said, facing the wall choking with emotion.

Benji nudged Amelia to go to him. Amelia got up and started stroking his blonde hair soothingly. Sebastian turned around and started crying on her shoulder. "It's not fair," he cried.

"Shhh – it's okay, Sebby. It's okay." Amelia kept stroking his golden locks until he started calming down. He gently pulled away from Amelia and started wiping his tears. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes that he had stolen from Carl and lighted one up.

"If any of you assholes flaps your gums to anyone about what just happened, I'm coming after your ass." Sebastian didn't like that they had seen him crying.

"You're the one being an ash," Benji mumbled, waving the smoke away from his face with irritation.

"What did you just say, creampuff?" Sebastian said, walking up to him.

Benji stood up in anger. "I said, you're the one being an ash!" he said loudly, snatching the cigarette from his mouth and stomping it on the floor. "There is no smoking in our treehouse. And I am not – a fucking – creampuff! And if you want us to let you stay here overnight, you're either going to have to follow our rules or get the fuck out of here. Now!" he declared, looking at him straight in the eyes.

Sebastian stared back just as forcefully. "I'm being an ash, huh?"

Riley and Amelia stood motionless, looking at the two as if a volcano was about to erupt. Then Sebastian's shoulders started shaking as he started giggling to himself and trying to keep his laughter in. Not being able to contain himself, he started laughing out loud.

"You're right. I am being an ashs, aren't I?" he said, laughing harder until tears started coming down.

"Yeah, you are being an ash," Benji said, now laughing just as hard. Riley and Amelia had now joined in the chorus of laughter.

Sebastian went to open the trap door, reached down and started ringing the little bell. He looked at Benji and said, "Like you said – gotta follow the rules, right?" He walked over to him and put both hands on his shoulders. "You stood up to me like a real man. I like that. Looks like you've got some balls after all," he said with a playful slap on his face.

"So, I'm not a creampuff anymore?"

"No," Sebastian said, brushing his shoulder. "You just upgraded yourself to a tall snow cone," he said with a wide smile as Benji pushed him away playfully.

He walked up to Riley. "Dude, sorry about losing my temper," he said, shaking his hand. Sebastian picked up the table he had kicked and placed it back to where it was. He started picking up some drawings that had fallen to the floor and studied one in particular. It was a drawing of three boys and a girl with a man and a woman standing behind them on what looked like Riley's back yard.

"That one belongs to Cal," Riley said sadly.

Sebastian looked up at Riley and Benji. "Guys, when you two were in the pool, you mentioned something about Cal and about him doing some kind of mind trick on you. What did you mean by that?"

Riley and Benji looked at each other. "Well, we're not supposed to say anything. Cal made us promise," Riley said.

"Look, when we were in Mr. Kieffer's van and you guys caught me jerking off Cal in the back seat, that wasn't our first sexual moment. We kind of had a thing at school when we were alone in the locker room showers. But it was like our minds were connected somehow. We both could feel how good it felt to touch each other's bodies. I've banged a lot of chicks and a lot of guys, but I've never felt anything even close to what I experienced with Cal. So, whatever secrets Cal wanted you guys to keep about him, I think the cat's already out of the bag."

Riley, Benji and Amelia proceeded to tell Sebastian the wild story about those kinky wolves introducing them to Cal when he emerged out of the forest. They recounted how they, too, had been influenced into having their own orgies by what Calypso calls his thought thrower. The three were practically talking over each other, trying to describe all the different abilities that they had witnessed like the manipulation of animals, the healing of trauma from a person's mind, the sexual mind-melds as Benji described it. They told him everything.

"So, now you know the whole story," Riley said in conclusion. "I guess if you can trust us with your secrets, we can trust you with ours."

Sebastian started pacing around in deep thought, trying to process everything he had just heard.

"Um, guys – I need to tell you something. Mr. Kieffer is a dangerous man and Cal could be in a lot of trouble."

"In a lot of trouble? What do you mean?" Riley asked nervously.

"Mr. Kieffer probably already knows about his abilities and he's going to take advantage of him to make a lot of money. He won't care if he gets hurt."

"Well, what do we do? We have to do something," said Benji, almost in a panic.

"Riley, you're gonna have to tell your mom and dad," said Amelia.

"No, we can't do that," said Riley. "If we do, we're going to have to tell them about Cal's abilities and that would put them in danger. Cal wouldn't want that, and neither would I."

"Well, come on, guys. We have to think of something," said Benji pleadingly.

"I'm just gonna have to go over there and find a way to get him out myself," Sebastian muttered to himself. "Problem is, how do I get over there? I guess I could just put my thumb out and hitch a ride."

"We're coming with you," blurted Benji.

"Benji, what are you talking about? We're just kids," Riley said with his hands up. "Our parents will never …"

"I don't care! We gotta save Cal," shouted Benji. "We'll leave them a note saying we're out bike riding all day."

"Hey, quiet down!" shouted Sebastian. "Look, this ain't gonna be a one-day operation. This is gonna take all day and all night, so you might as well forget it."

Disappointment set in and everyone quieted down. Amelia wasn't about to give up and started pacing around trying to come up with more ideas.

"Hey, you're stepping on my comic book," said Riley pointing at her shoes.

"Yikes – sorry, Riley," she said, picking it up. She started leafing through the pages and suddenly froze when she saw the back cover. "The Workshop," she whispered as she started reading the full-page advertisement. "Guys, the Workshop – the Workshop! That's it!"

"What are you blabbing about?" asked Riley.

"The Children's Workshop! It's tomorrow and they're having an overnight sleepover. Look, it's all right here with a permission slip and everything," she said, handing them the comic book.

"Let me see that," said Sebastian snatching the comic book away. "She's right. It's gonna be at one of the Rec Centers. Hey, this one's not too far from the orphanage."

"I can ask my dad to drop us off and instead of going to the workshop, we can just hike it over there," Riley said excitedly. "Guys, we can do this. Amelia, you're a genius."

"There's only one problem. Amelia won't be able to come with us," said Sebastian.

"Why not?!" everyone shouted at the same time.

"It's called Boy's Haven. It's an orphanage for boys only, as in – no girls allowed," Sebastian said patiently.

"Guys, you are not leaving me behind," Amelia said angrily. "This was my idea. If it weren't for me, we wouldn't even be talking about this."

"She's right, Sebby," said Benji. "She has to come."

"All right. Have it your way. But – there's only one way we'll be able to get her in there," said Sebastian rubbing his chin. "We're gonna have to make her look like a boy."

"How are you gonna do that," she asked, not wanting to hear the answer.

Sebastian pulled out a switchblade and popped it out.

"No!" she said wide-eyed. "No, no, no, no – you are not touching my hair, you hear me? No way, no how, no sir," she said, backing away.

"I'm sorry, mi-lady. But it's the only way if you wanna come with us."

"Fuck," she said, closing her eyes.

Chapter 20
The Munchies

It was close to 10:00 PM Friday night. Charles had changed into his pajamas and sat gingerly on the king-sized canopied bed to sample the softness of the mattress. There was a one-piece thin semi-transparent veil surrounding the bed that could be pulled down with a string.

He looked around the opulent Victorian style bedroom fit for a king looking for any signs of hidden cameras. Maybe there was one in the chandelier overhead. He surveyed the surrounding dark brown dressers with mirrors, nightstands, drawer chests, paintings on the wall, even the wallpaper – there could be a dozen cameras and he wouldn't even know it. He felt too paranoid to even start looking for them.

Charles turned to the open restroom door, which gave him a direct line of sight to the large shower with a curved transparent glass door. The room was filled with steam from the hot water and he could barely make out the figures of Brody, Jude, and Jimmy taking a shower together behind the fogged glass.

Brody and Jude were both eleven-years-old who had been lying on their tummies and deliberately teasing him with their butts at the pool earlier. Brody had dark brown crew cut hair combed downward with a cute Alfalfa cowlick and Jude had sandy brown stringy hair combed to the side.

Jimmy was an older resident everyone called Cricket, who was about to turn eighteen and age out of the orphanage. Cricket had been at Boy's Haven for four years and had a remarkable gift of grooming and transitioning new boys that ended up at the orphanage. Early on, some of the younger boys had playfully called him Jiminy and, from there, Jiminy Cricket. Now, everyone just called him Cricket.

He could hear screams of laughter and giggling as the younger boys kept playing with the faucets, turning the water too hot or too cold. He could hear Cricket shrieking in protest, which made the boys laugh even harder. Those two were just bursting with energy with the exuberance of crazy monkeys on steroids. Charles regretted the fact that the glass door was too fogged up for him to see anything interesting.

Cricket decided he'd had enough and turned off the water. Despite the boy's loud protests, he demanded they get out. Charles stared nervously at their alluring wet naked bodies through the corner of his eye as they all stepped out. He used to do the same thing at the Rec Center he used to work at by peeking at the showers around the corners. He was partly comforted by the fact that he could openly stare at them if he wanted to. He just wasn't used to staring so openly.

He couldn't believe all these boys would be spending the night and sleeping on the very same bed with him. It was certainly large enough. Mr. Kieffer had suggested he keep these new boys from the pool who had been designated to Dorm 1 so that he could continue his research on their promiscuity – wink, wink.

Mr. Kieffer had sent Cricket over to not only help transition these new boys but to also help transition Charles out of his shell as well. He too, would be spending the night. Charles took an appreciative glance at the features of this naked young blonde teen drying himself with the towel: long bangs, a lean firm chest, light complexion, firm nipples and that perfectly circumcised long dick hanging down that almost looked like a third leg. Although Charles preferred prepubescent boys, he wouldn't mind sampling this particular prime beef.

The boys started complaining that they still had soap on their bodies. Cricket grabbed the handheld sprayer and began rinsing their bodies one by one. With the shower door open, Charles could see everything. He discreetly massaged his hard cock as he watched how Cricket glided his hand over their chests, their backs, their succulent round bouncy butt cheeks and, yes – even over their circumcised peckers and between their legs to push the soap down.

He watched with fascination how Cricket's own penis started growing bigger and rising higher as he basically fondled those boys while making it look natural and innocent. Then Cricket stepped out to dry himself and helped towel dry the boys. Brody and Jude then stood next to each other, still naked in front of the sink to brush their teeth. Charles moaned silently and closed his eyes as a wave of boy lust washed over him. He opened his eyes and was somewhat disappointed to see Cricket and the boys pulling up their pajama bottoms.

Charles had serious doubts about being able to control his impulses and not fall into temptations. But he wasn't stupid. He knew Mr. Kieffer was trying to entice him into some kind of financial investment by dangling these sexy, tempting boys in front of him. Mr. Kieffer promised he would explain everything in due time. He also assured him that he could have a naked, fun time with these boys without being observed or recorded – or prosecuted. He had serious doubts about his reassurances.

Being in a room alone with these boys made him feel nervous but excited at the same time. He kept trying to hide his interest in these boys as he secretly shifted his eyes to stare at each of them. The last time he was alone with a boy was when he walked into the showers at the rec center and found a young boy by himself pulling off his wet swim trunks. The boy had an unusual birthmark on his testicles, which gave Charles the excuse to kneel down in curiosity and ask him about it. The boy, eager for his attention, explained that he was born like that while Charles sensuously fondled him while listening swooningly to his sexy melodious voice.

Despite his arousals, he was going to proceed under the assumption that he was being observed or recorded – or both. He was already kicking himself for letting himself be seduced into having sex with Alfonso. He had to admit his body was hot as fuck, but what if all of it had been recorded to entrap him and blackmail him? He certainly didn't like how Mr. Kieffer was salaciously leering at him while sucking on his stepson's delicious boner.

Brody and Jude literally raced across the room and dived onto two toy chests with cushions on top in front of a small TV against the wall. They grabbed the controls to the Nintendo console and started playing The Legend of Zelda. Cricket jumped on the bed next to Charles, laughing and shaking his head. "Damned crazy monkeys," he muttered. "They're worse than the Energizer Bunny. They just keep going and going and going…"

"Yeah, I see what you mean," Charles chuckled. "Remind me not to feed them after midnight."

Cricket noticed how he was staring at Brody and Jude's butts while playing their video game. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to get them out of their pajamas again and maybe we can have a little naked fun with them," he whispered. "What do you think?"

"What? Oh ahh – I hadn't thought about that," he said nervously.

"Dude, it's cool. These boys are pretty streetwise. They have their ear to the ground. They have a pretty good idea of what's going on. They can feel your interest in them, and they know you've been eyeballing their goodies just like you were eyeballing us in the bathroom." Charles turned to deny his accusation but then decided to just stay quiet.

"Look, I've dealt with these types of boys all the time. Here's what I think is gonna happen," Cricket said quietly, sitting on his knees. "These two are gonna start testing the limits of your supervision, seeing what they can get away with. Then they'll start displaying certain naughty behaviors to gage your reaction. Then they're gonna look for any signs of weakness that they can use to their advantage. Most orphaned boys are always, always looking for any opportunities to get the upper hand from the others."

Charles stared at his bare chest and those hard nipples. "Uhm … I don't understand, but okay."

"Oh, come on Charles. Of course you understand. I'll give you a hint – that boner that you've been trying to hide, they've probably already noticed it. As far as they're concerned, it's game on dude." Charles awkwardly crossed his arms over his midsection.

Brody turned around to look at Charles and Cricket. "Dude, what are you doing? Watch the game," Jude hissed while playing the video game.

"I'm hungry," Brody complained, turning back to the game.

"Yeah, me too, but you know the rules. No roaming around after 9 o'clock."

"But I'm hungry," Brody whined.

"Why don't you ask Charles to go get us a snack?"

"I asked him earlier. He said no."

Jude nudged him with his elbow and whispered in his ear. "Hey, maybe we can convince him. Dude, have you noticed how he keeps eyeballing us and trying to hide it?"

Brody turned to look and caught Charles staring at them and quickly looking away. "You mean like he was doing back at the pool? Dude, I think he has the hots for us."

"No shit, Einstein. You think maybe his boner under his pajamas gave it away, or the way he kept grabbing our ass the pool?" Jude asked sarcastically.

"We sure gave him something to stare at earlier at the pool, remember?"

Jude gave Brody a sexy smile. "That was kind of hot the way you kept squeezing my ass like that."

Brody looked back with a devilish grin. "Who, me? Hey, I was just rubbing on the suntan lotion. I was just, you know, being thorough."

"Well, you certainly have the magic touch. Hey, you wanna have some fun with Charles and Cricket?" Jude turned to Charles. "Hey Mr. Collins, we have the munchies. Can you go to the snack bar and get us something to eat?"

Charles' eyes widened. "What? Are you crazy? You two have been tearing around the room with so much energy since we got here. Any more sugar and you two will be trembling with more energy than a wet Chihuahua. Forget it. Besides, it's already way past curfew. And I already told you to call me Charles."

"Aww, come on Charles. We won't tell. Pleeeeease?" Brody pleaded while baring his cute little buck teeth. "Cricket, talk to him, will ya?"

"Hey, don't look at me. He's in charge." snapped Cricket. "We have a curfew after 9 o'clock, so end of discussion," he said pointedly.

"You boys had a huge supper. How in the world can you possibly still be hungry?" Charles pointed out.

"We're growing boys," Brody said while reaching back to scratch his back.

"Hey Jude, scratch my back," Brody said, trying to reach a stubborn itch.

"Hey, you want me to rub some cream on your back?" Jude ran over to the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of lotion.

"Check this out," Cricket whispered to Charles. "This is where the fun begins."

"Yeah, okay," Brody said as he lay flat on his stomach, "But get my whole body."

Jude stood over Brody, trying to decide how to proceed. "Okay, if I'm getting your whole body, I'm gonna have to get these pajamas off." Jude started pulling on Brody's pajamas, but they were too tight.

"Dude, I can't get 'em off. Untie your string." Brody reached down and untied his pajamas.

"Wait … wait – Jude, you're the doctor and you have to give me an examination, okay?"

"Okay," Jude said, playing along as he pulled Brody's pajamas, exposing his naked butt. Jude and Brody kept glancing at Charles and Cricket, looking for any objections. "Hey, we're not doing nothing, alright?" Jude chimed innocently, trying to conceal their naughtiness.

Charles swallowed hard and looked around nervously. He couldn't decide whether to put a stop to all this or just let things play out.

"Okay, this is Brody's butt," Jude declared with his hand. Something caught his attention. He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a penlight, "And this is Brody's butt hole," he said, trying to open his butt cheeks to shine the light on it. Brody was squirming his body around while both of them kept giggling.

"Cricket, what's going on?" Charles whispered.

"Don't you get it? They're purposely trying to get you horny by being sexual in front of you so you'll go get them a snack. They know you're sexually attracted to them and now they're going to try and use that to get their way.

"These boys are at that age where they're curious about their bodies and trying to experiment with different ways to make themselves feel horny with each other and maybe even with others. The fact that they're openly doing this in front of us means that not only are they comfortable enough letting us witness their sexual awakening, maybe they'll even let us be part of it. Just let it play out."

"Charles, come over here. Help me open his butt cheeks," Jude said, waving him over.

"What? Oh ahh – no, that's okay," Charles said, looking down.

Jude went to grab his hands, "Get over here and help me," he screeched.

"Just go, Charles," Cricket insisted, pushing him up.

Charles stood over Brody's butt and rubbed his hands on his pajamas. "Bad idea. Baaad idea," he whispered to himself. Brody's bubble butt looked so smooth and tender. He could see part of his scrotum between his legs. "Oh god," he said, swallowing hard. "Fuck it." Charles reached down, cupped both hands on those inviting melons and spread them apart to reveal his tasty hole.

"And this is Brody's butt hole," Jude said with flair shining the light on it. "Okay, Mr. Patient, I want you to turn around because now I need to check your pipi." Jude tried to turn Brody around, but he began squirming around while laughing and giggling. Charles could see glimpses of his boner pressing against the cushion. "Brody, turn around. Charles, help me turn him around."

"No," Brody said, resting his chin on his arm. "Doctor, I'm not strong enough to turn around. I'm as thin as a skeleton. I only weighed ten pounds on the scale. I need food in my tummy first. After that, Charles can be the doctor while you hold the light so he can check my pipi, which keeps growing bigger and harder," he said, turning to the side to give Charles another peek.

"Charles, did you hear that? He wants you to be the doctor."

Charles started rubbing his forehead with his hand nervously, realizing that he wouldn't have the strength to stop this even if he wanted. The temptations were just too strong, and his boner was just too hard. Charles looked at Cricket who was sitting on the bed, covering his mouth, trying to hold in his laughter. He gave him a look of 'I told you so.' He was right. The boys were right as well. Charles did have the authority to walk over to the snack bar if he wanted to. He was sure tempted to, especially for the possibility of examining and even handling Brody's sexy hard boner. But – what about the cameras?

Brody noticed his hesitation and turned himself over, exposing his cut boner hugging his tummy with his pajamas halfway down. "Ahem – what was that doctor? After you check my hard pipi you want me and Jude to strip naked so you can examine our whole bodies for diseases? Okay, we can do that, right Jude?"

"Yeah, sure. But after you bring us some snacks and soda pops," Jude said.

"For all of us," Brody added.

Brody got up and wobbled over to Charles with his pajamas halfway down. "Charles, look – put your ear on my tummy and you can hear it growling."

"Oh god," Charles whispered to himself as he placed his ear on Brody's stomach and actually looked down at his boyish boner twitching under his nose. "Oh – my – god," he whispered again, trying to control his trembling. Charles reached around and placed his hand on Brody's lower back. Then Jude grabbed Charles' wrist and lowered his hand to cup Brody's butt. Charles quickly brought it up again, but Jude pushed it back down. Charles couldn't hold himself back anymore and actually started squeezing Brody's butt while still holding his ear to his tummy.

"Oh, these boys are good, wouldn't you say?" Cricket said, giggling.

"Yeah, it also looks like I'm being played," Charles said with annoyance after regaining his composure, "But it's not gonna work."

Brody's face suddenly turned sour. "That's okay Charles," he said, pulling up his pajamas. "Never mind. Me and Jude will just keep playing our video games and then go to sleep," he said, snatching up the control with anger.

Jude looked at Charles with disgust. He picked up his tee-shirt from the floor and slipped it on. "Yeah, never mind. We'll just sleep on the floor. We're sorry we bothered you," he said, pouting.

Charles didn't like the sound of that. He started feeling a great sense of guilt for disappointing these two beautiful sexy boys.

Cricket walked up to him. "Hey, listen – I know why you're holding yourself back," he said in soft tones. "Look, I don't know if we're being watched or if there are cameras in this room. But even if there were, Mr. Kieffer can't hold you over the fire with it. You have more incriminating evidence against him than he has against you. Just go for it, man. Go get us some snacks so you and I can have some naked fun with them. They're practically throwing themselves at you. They already said they'd strip naked for us."

A few minutes later, the boys were burping and licking their fingers from the chips, the Twinkies, the cupcakes and the sodas they had just wolfed down.

Brody turned to his friend. "Hey Jude, you want us to have a naked battle?" he asked with a crooked smile.

"Okay," said Jude. "Hey, we're all boys, right?" he said to Charles as if trying to legitimize their intentions.

Both boys looked at each other as if waiting for the other to go first. "Hey Charles, you're in charge, right? Is it naked boy time now?" Brody asked with a wide smile.

Charles just loved the way he said that – so sexy, so naughty with a tone of sexual playfulness. He wanted to hear it again.

"Huh? What did you say Brody?"

"I said, Is it naked boy time?"

"Mmmm … yes Brody. It's naked boy time."

"We can be naked all we want?" asked Jude.

"Most definitely."

"Yaaaay!" Brody hooked his thumbs into his pajamas and pulled everything down, causing his hardening penis to wobble up and down as it kept rising. Jude quickly followed. "Why is my pipi so big?!" Brody exclaimed as he and Jude stood naked in front of each other. Brody's penis was more developed than Jude's. "Wait … Jude, stand right here and let's compare pipis." Brody pushed his boner down right next to Jude's. "Little pipi, big pipi. Little pipi, big pipi," he said, taking turns measuring both of their boners with his finger.

"Hey, weren't you guys gonna play doctor?" Cricket asked.

"Oh yeah," said Brody with excitement. He lay down on the toy chest, face up with his hands behind his head. Then he positioned himself where he was no longer just lying down. He was actually posing while leaning on one elbow. The powerful sex appeal of this boy was screaming for attention from the perfect curves of his honey brown naked body; the way he positioned his legs with one knee slightly raised; his smooth V-line cradling his firm testicles and that mouth-watering fully erect penis under his tan line pointing at his innie belly button; the sultry, seductive expression on his face that said 'Come fuck me now'. It's like he had a natural, unintentional ability to elicit the strongest of sexual desires. Charles and Cricket were just salivating as they lusted over his nakedness openmouthed.

"So – who's going to be the doctor?" Brody asked.

"I'll be the doctor," Jude said, kneeling next to Brody. He started poking at his boner and moving it around a little.

"You can play with it if you want," Brody said invitingly. Jude pinched Brody's boner with his fingers and started stroking it awkwardly.

This was progressing faster than they had hoped. Cricket went over and knelt on the other side of Brody. "That's not how you do it, little buddy. Here, let me show you." Cricket wrapped his fingers around Brody's boner and started jerking him off.

Brody closed his eyes and moaned softly. "Oh yeah … that's exactly how you do it, Jude."

"Hey Jude, why don't you lie down on the other toy chest and let Charles show you how it's done too."

"Okay," Jude said cheerily. He was so compliant as he tried to mimic Brody's posture. Unfortunately, his penis was smaller than Brody's and Charles couldn't quite get a good grip on his boner.

"Would you mind if I try something else?" Charles asked. "If you don't like it, just tell me to stop, okay?" Charles opened up Jude's legs and started sucking on his boner, massaging it with his tongue. He looked up at Jude. "You want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop. That feels good," Jude said, opening his legs wider.

Charles and Cricket spent the next two hours watching Brody and Jude frolicking and streaking around the room naked, sporting their full upwardly angled boners. They displayed absolutely no signs of inhibitions as they took in these new sensations of not only horse playing and roughhousing in the nude but trying to find different forms of exploring the wonders of sex. Charles and Cricket were pleasantly surprised and delighted that these boys were doing this so openly right in front of them.

Cricket had played an important role in the boy's enthusiasm when Brody was taking a shower by himself earlier. Cricket convinced Jude to ask Brody if he and Jude could get in the shower with him. At first, Brody had said no, but a few seconds later, he said yes. Seeing each other naked was the first step in Cricket's grooming process. They had invited Charles to join them, but he declined.

They chased each other around laughing and giggling, wrestled with each other, and humped on each other's boners. They jerked each other off, compared each other's penis size and had boner fights. Charles and Cricket were mesmerized watching their irresistible boy parts flopping up and down and their nuts swinging between their parted legs from behind as they wrestled with each other on the bed.

Most of the sexual experimentation was between Brody and Jude. This was not a matter of intimacy or passion. It was a matter of just trying out new things and having fun. It was apparent that this was the first time these two had done anything like this with each other. It seems they had regarded Charles and Cricket as some pretty cool dudes who were letting them get away with stuff they normally wouldn't get away with.

Now they were showing their appreciation by not only rewarding them with their exhibitionism but by inviting them to participate. Things got pretty interesting when the boys started wrestling with them as well. Just like when they were wrestling with Charles at the pool, they really didn't care if their butts were squeezed or their nuts fondled.

Cricket started testing the waters by stripping naked to see what would happen. The boys didn't object and finally persuaded Charles to strip naked as well. Charles and Cricket lay down on the bed while Brody and Jude jumped up and down over their faces with their legs spread. It was orgasmic ecstasy leering up at their smooth wonders between their legs.

This was a true sexual awakening for them in every sense of the word and Charles was glad he and Cricket had become members of their little sex club. These boys had their fill of sexual experimentation with each other and had so much fun doing it. After two hours, they were all exhausted.

Charles and Cricket found themselves comfortably lying on the king-sized bed naked under the covers with the boys fast asleep. Cricket was on his side, facing Charles while spooning Brody. Charles had Jude lying face down, resting his head on his shoulder while squeezing and massaging his naked butt.

"Well, it looks like the Energizer boy toys are finally spent," said Cricket.

"Damned crazy monkeys. Took them long enough," Charles said with a chuckle.

"But I bet you didn't mind, right?" Cricket said, swiveling his hips against Brody's butt.

"Mmm … not for a single second. You wanna feed them again and see what happens?"

"And watch them turn into little Gremlins? Hmm … might be fun." Cricket snuggled himself tighter against Brody and pushed his boner further in between his legs. "God, these boys are amazing. It's rare for boys their age to be so openly sexual like that, so free, so natural."

"Mr. Kieffer is lucky to have you. Your ability to groom these boys is amazing. What are you gonna do when you turn eighteen and you have to leave this place?"

"Well, I really don't have anywhere to go so, Mr. Kieffer already offered me a job as a Monitor. Pretty soon, I'm gonna be your co-worker. I can't believe I'm actually going to get paid for doing this. And since I've been doing pretty well with my schooling, he also wants me to work as an apprentice in his lab."

"His lab?" Charles asked with interest. "Uhm, where is this lab? What kind of lab is it?"

"I don't know. Some kind of project having to do with a gene medication. It's in a small building on the other side of the compound. But I'm gonna have to wait until they rebuild the lab after the explosion."

"E-explosion? What explosion?"

"There was a big fire in the lab about a month ago and it caused an explosion. Now Mr. Kieffer is scrambling to get it going again. But he said it's going to cost him a fortune."

Charles continued squeezing Jude's butt affectionately while in deep thought. This must have something to do with his ability to stop Fonzy's aging process. So, that's what this is all about. He needs my help.

Chapter 21
Up a Creek

Laydon woke up in the middle of the night, his pajamas soaked with cold sweat. He got up from his bunk and walked outside the dorm. He saw the mansion in the distance, slowly disappearing behind a veil of fog.

What am I doing here? He thought. I'm supposed to be in the mansion in my own room. He walked towards it, feeling his wet pajamas clinging to his skin in the cold, damp air. He walked into the mansion and found himself lost in an endless maze of dark hallways that turned and twisted without end. Why wasn't he able to find his own room?

"Laydon … Laydon." It was Calypso's voice, but it sounded distant and faint.

"Cal, where are you?" he shouted in the semi-darkness. He started running down the halls, frantically opening every door he could find, but they were all dark and empty. He felt a sense of urgency. "Cal, please answer me. Where are you? I can't find you. Where are you?" he pleaded, almost in a panic. Then he found himself at the end of the hall with one more door left to open. He turned the knob and slowly walked in. This wasn't his room, but it looked familiar, like a room he had been in a long time ago.

"I'm here, Laydon. I'm right here," Calypso said softly. Laydon could barely make out his naked form against the outside light seeping in through the window. "I'm glad you found me, Laydon. I was hoping you'd find me. I've been waiting for you."

Calypso walked over to Laydon, removed his pajamas and embraced him, his hands pressing on his nude body. "Laydon, you are so cold. Let me warm you up," Calypso whispered.

Calypso sat down on the bed, opened up his legs and gestured at Laydon to join him. Standing between his legs, Calypso reached up and pulled Laydon down to give him a tender but passionate kiss. He pushed Laydon down on the bed and lay on top of him. He could feel Calypso's boner pressing against his own and realized he too, had a full erection.

"Cal, how is this erection possible? This can't be. My body is not capable of having this erection. Are you doing this? Cal, I'm scared."

"Shhh, don't be scared, Laydon. I have many gifts. You could've had this a long time ago with Ambrose, but you killed him. Why did you have to kill him?"

Laydon could feel Calypso caressing his chest, running his hands over his shoulders and down his back. The reactions his body was experiencing were completely foreign and frightening as he found himself breathing hard with his heart pounding against his chest. He could feel Calypso's hand dragging downward, filling Laydon with dreaded anticipation of these totally alien and unrecognizable sensations. His body was not made for this. But the sensations were becoming overwhelming.

You shouldn't have killed him," whispered Calypso as his hand continued its downward slope. "You shouldn't have killed him … you didn't have to kill him."

Calypso's hand had finally reached its destination. He grabbed ahold of Laydon's hard penis and started masturbating him fast and hard. Laydon closed his eyes, trying to process these wonderous and exciting new feeling, groaning with pleasures. When he opened his eyes, he recoiled in shock when he saw a different face looking down on him.

"Ambrose?"

He finally remembered where he had seen this room. It was the room where he had killed Amrose all those years ago.

"Laydon, you didn't have to kill me …"

Laydon woke up with a start and a loud gasp as his eyes snapped open, hearing Ambrose's echoing voice fading away. He looked around frantically in delirious confusion and realized he was in his own palatial room. He had been dreaming. But … something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. He slipped his hand under his underwear and realized with dread that he had an actual erection.

His eyes widened with fear. "No … this can't be happening," he whispered. "Cal, was this you doing this?" He pulled out his hand from his underwear and found gooey wetness dripping from his finger.

"What have you done?"

***

It was a picturesque scene of green rolling hills scattered with patches of tall pine trees under clear blue skies. The air was crisp and pure with a soothing quietness complemented by the quiet rush of a nearby creek. It was Saturday at around 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the growing argument Benji and Riley were having as he and Amelia walked ahead on a dirt trail on their way to the orphanage. All four of them had checked into the Children's Workshop in the morning and had waited until after they had eaten lunch before sneaking out of the compound.

"Oh, come on Benji – everyone knows Superman sometimes changes in a phone booth," said Riley walking along with his friend. "It's part of his history."

"No, it's not. Yeah, maybe one time in an old comic book, but in a phone booth? Seriously? Dude, they're made out of glass. People will see him in his underwear," Benji replied.

"No, no, no … he wears his suit underneath his clothes, and he changes so fast that regular people don't even notice."

Benji was unconvinced. "But there's no room in the phone booth to even bend down. And how can he wear his suit under his clothes with that bulky cape? He'll look like a freaking humpback. And what? – does he wear his regular shoes over his long boots too? And what does he do with his clothes after he changes?" Benji exclaimed with his arms raised.

Riley put his hands over his face in frustration. "Oh my god. Haven't you seen the movies? He has some kind of magical powers or something."

"Don't be stupid, Riley! The guy was born on the planet Krypton, not in a damned genie bottle."

"Hey, are you calling me stupid?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you already knew!"

"Fucker. You better take that back," Riley demanded as he shoved Benji to the side.

Sebastian kept taking a side glance at Amelia and noticed she was walking with her arms crossed, still sulking about her haircut Sebastian had given her during their sleepover. He had used some hair clippers and scissors to try and make her look more like a boy. She was especially devasted when Sebastian insisted on cutting off half of her long thin braid. Riley had loaned her some blue jeans, a Max Headroom tee shirt, some black and white converse shoes and a red cap with the Wildcats school mascot. He even stuck a slingshot in her back pocket to make it look good.

"Hey, stop moping around," Sebastian said softly. "At least I cut your hair shoulder length so it's not too short, right?"

"Yeah well, I still hate it," Amelia said, pouting. "My mom's gonna blow a gasket when she sees me like this."

Sebastian wanted to try and lighten the mood, but he was increasingly being distracted by the boy's heated discussion behind him.

"Hey, stop shoving me around, you asshole. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not your little pushover anymore!" shouted Benji.

"Well, then stop making fun of Superman. If you keep it up, then I'm not gonna be your friend anymore."

"Yeah right. How many times have you said that before? Are you also gonna run crying to mommy like you always do? Mommy, mommy, Benji's being mean to me. He hurt my feelings," he said mockingly, pretending to rub his tears. "Just answer the question, Riley. Where does Superman put his clothes after he changes? That's all I wanna know."

Sebastian finally lost his temper and whipped around. "Hey! Both of you shut – the fuck – up! I'm tired of all your bitching about a character that doesn't fucking exist. You guys are really gonna wreck your friendship over this shit? He ain't real! Knock it off!" he shouted, holding up his fist.

The boys walked in silence, feeling properly chastised. Sebastian started feeling a little guilty for losing his temper like that. He stopped and turned around to face them. "Besides, everyone knows that Superman has superhuman strength, right? So, he gets all his clothes, he crunches everything into a small ball and sticks it into his red underwear to make his balls look bigger."

Benji and Riley started snickering. "Oh yeah? Well, what about his glasses?" asked Benji with his hands on his hips. "Does he crunch those up too? He can't be walking around as Clark Kent without them on, right? People will say he's Superman wearing regular clothes. But as soon as he puts them on, they'll say, Hey, were'd Superman go?" he said sarcastically.

"Don't push it," Sebastian barked as he turned around and kept walking as Benji and Riley continued with their discussion.

"Come to think of it, those are pretty good questions," Riley conceded. "What I wanna know is how does he get a haircut?"

"And how does he shave?" added Benji. "No blade would be strong enough."

Amelia turned around. "What I wanna know is why does he wear his underwear on the outside instead of the inside?"

"They're not underwear!" Riley and Benji shouted at the same time.

Sebastian suddenly stopped, causing Benji and Riley to bump into him.

"Hey, what the hell …"

"Quiet! Do you hear that?" Sebastian whispered, looking around.

"I hear it too," said Amelia. "Where is it coming from?"

"It's just the water from that creek over there," said Riley pointing.

"No, it's not," said Sebastian. "It sounds different."

Then they heard a distant voice shouting from the top of the forested hill. "Watch out below!"

Everyone squinted their eyes against the sun to see two boys in jean shorts and black tee shirts emerging from the trees, racing their bikes down the steep incline at dangerously high speeds. The bikes trembled and vibrated from the rough terrain as the boys tried to steer clear of rocks, large bushes, and other obstacles while desperately trying to keep their balance. Then one of the boys shouted out in panic.

"Aaaaahhhhh! The chain! The chain broooooke! I can't stop this thiiiing! Help meeeee!"

"Son of a bitch," Sebastian said wide-eyed, recognizing Alan and Rodney. He immediately sprang into action when he noticed Alan was heading straight for them without any brakes. "Get out of the way!" he shouted, turning to the others. "Out of the way! Moooove!" he shouted as he shoved everyone to the side as the terrified boy rocketed right behind him, almost scraping his back.

Everyone looked in suspense as they saw the bike's handlebars vibrating and wobbling wildly from side to side. They could practically hear his teeth rattling. They all gasped when the bike hit a tree stump up ahead and Alan was flung into the air screaming and landed in some thick bushes. Sebastian sprinted over to help him out.

And that's when all hell broke loose. Two adolescent bear cubs suddenly ran out of one of those large bushes and started crying out in distress.

Sebastian looked stricken and looked around slowly, almost in a panic. "Oh shit, this can't be good," he said ominously almost in a whisper. "Fuck."

Rodney screeched to a stop on his bike right behind Sebastian as the rest of the gang raced towards them. "Dude, that wipeout was like the bomb man. That was so fucking awesome," he said, laughing out loud.

"Rodney – be quiet," Sebastian hissed. "We're in trouble and we need to get out of here now."

Alan's arm reached out from inside the bush. "Sebby, help me out of here. I'm stuck," he said, gasping in pain.

Sebastian closed his eyes in frustration as Benji, Riley and Amelia came screaming towards them. They were making way too much noise. The two bear cubs were still crying out loudly.

"Rodney, get your ass over here and help me get him out. Come on, hurry up."

After getting his shirt untangled from the branches, Alan was finally pulled out of the bushes. He tried walking and winced in pain when he noticed his left knee was bleeding from a bad scrape. Sebastian quickly pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket and tied it around his wound. That wasn't the extent of his injuries. He also complained that his right shoulder felt numb and he couldn't move his arm.

Then they heard the very loud roar of a large, very pissed off black bear. It was the momma bear screaming down the hill baring its fangs getting ready to tear them all to shreds. Benji, Riley and Amelia all stopped in their tracks with their mouths open when they noticed the bear was going to cut them off from the others.

"Ruuuuuun! Everybody ruuuuuun!" Sebastian shouted at the top of his lungs as he, Alan and Rodney ran towards the creek with the bear not too far behind. The other three started cautiously running behind the bear with the two bear cubs running behind them. Alan was falling behind from his injuries and Sebastian ran back to wrap his arm around him to carry some of his weight. Alan was slowing him down and the furious bear was gaining on them fast.

Rodney stopped at the edge of the creek and stood on a large flat rock that was protruding over the water. The winding creek cutting through the forest was wide with rough rapids churning downwards with scattered boulders sticking out of the water. The edge of the creek was curved, which meant they couldn't run along the bank without running into the bear. He peered over the edge with fear. "Sebby! What do we do? Should we just jump in?"

"No! No, the creek is too dangerous to jump in!" Sebastian looked behind him and saw the bear still charging after them. They weren't going to make it. He looked around in despair, trying to find anything they could use as a weapon like a stick or a large rock. Nothing. Then he remembered something he had learned in one of his Biology survival classes.

"Rodney, get over here. Come on, come on! Get on my shoulders, bring your arms up and you and I will start screaming like hell. Alan, you get behind us."

With Rodney sitting on his shoulders, both he and Sebastian yelled and snarled at the bear, trying to appear as menacing as they could. The bear slowed down noticeably to assess this new development, but it was still roaring with anger and it was still coming closer. Then the bear raised herself up on her hind legs with a loud roar.

"Sebby! … Sebby! – It's not workiiiing!" Rodney yelled as Sebastian kept stepping back towards the ledge. Sebastian could feel his energy draining from the strain of Rodney's weight on his shoulders and the cold chill going up his spine.

The bear approached even closer, baring its fangs. It raised its heavy paw getting ready to shred them with its long claws. Then Sebastian saw several large pebbles arching downward and hitting the bear from behind. The bear roared with rage at the onslaught from the others throwing the rocks behind it. It immediately came back down and pivoted to confront this new threat. But as it turned around, the rocks kept coming and the bear started backing up, bumping Sebastian and Rodney over the edge and into the rapids, taking Alan down with them.

"Nooooo! Sebastian!" Benji yelled as the bear started charging towards them. "Riley, we gotta help them. What do we do?"

"I don't know – I … I don't know! But if we don't get out of here, that bear's gonna eat us for dinner. Let's go!"

"Wait, where's Amelia?" shouted Benji.

Feeling emboldened by their protective mother, the two adolescent bear cubs started growling and snapping at Amelia's pants causing her to fall flat on her back.

"Hey, stop that. Get away from me! Leave me alone," she cried in annoyance.

Riley ran over to the bear cub and kicked it on the snout, causing it to yelp loudly in pain. The momma bear noticed this immediately and started snarling even more forcefully.

Rooooooaaaarrrrr!

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Riley pulled Amelia up and all three of them ran off screaming with the enraged bear right behind them. As they ran along the bank of the river, Riley could see Sebastian holding on to a small boulder with one hand and grasping Alan's arm with the other as the water raged over them. It was difficult enough for even a healthy person to get out of this mess and with Alan's injured shoulder, he couldn't fend for himself in the strong currents. If he couldn't hold on, he didn't have a chance. Rodney had miraculously been able to maneuver himself to the other side of the creek and was already pulling himself out of the water.

"Guys, over here!" Amelia shouted. Up ahead on the side of the river there was an old rotting dark slanted tree with dead low hanging branches. The tree was somewhat smaller than the tall pine trees surrounding them. They all stopped at the base of the tree, sweating and panting frantically. Amelia immediately started climbing up.

"Amelia, what are you doing? Bears are like expert tree climbers. Didn't you know that? We need to keep running!" said Riley.

"I know that Riley," Amelia snapped. "But they can also run faster than we can. You wanna be mowed down by that thing and be eaten alive?"

"Not if it eats you first," Riley muttered.

"She's right, Riley," said Benji. "We'll have a better chance up there. And if worse comes to worst, we can always jump into the water and take our chances."

Riley looked over his shoulder as Benji started climbing up. The bear was getting closer and still very pissed off.

"Fuck!" said Riley as he too started climbing the dead tree.

Amelia was at the highest of the thin branches with Benji right beneath her and Riley below him while the bear started roaring at them from the ground. Then it started climbing after them.

"Riley, watch out!" yelled Benji. Riley immediately pulled up his leg right before the bear was able to snap its fangs around his ankle. The bear was effortlessly able to start climbing after them at an increasing speed. "Riley, I'm scared! What are we gonna do?!" he shrieked in full panic mode.

Riley kept climbing and looked up and saw that his best friend was starting to hyperventilate. He was on the verge of losing it. "Benjamin Joel! You need to get a grip, you hear me? Look at me. Look at me!" he commanded. Benji looked into Riley's eyes almost in shock. "Do you still have rocks in your pockets?" Benji nodded rapidly. "Okay, Amelia, toss the slingshot down to Benji. Benji, I hate to admit it, but you're a better shot than I am. I want you to hit that bear right in the face with as many rocks as you can, okay?"

Amelia quickly dropped the slingshot down into Benji's hands. He hesitated, turning to the slingshot and the bear.

"Now Benjamin!" Riley shouted.

Benji suddenly became more focused. He pulled out some pebbles from his pocket and started slinging them at the bear's face. The bear became livid and started roaring with fury, pausing its ascent. As soon as Benji ran out of rocks, they began climbing again. But then the bear started climbing after them with more determination.

Riley had caught up with Benji and they were now both on the same branch right below Amelia. They stared down wide-eyed with terror at the fast-approaching creature. The bear started angrily swiping up at the branch they were on with its long-nailed paws, causing the rotting wood to start cracking.

"Ameeeelia!" shouted Benji.

"Grab my hands!" she screamed, reaching down from a thicker branch.

The bear swiped again, which completely snapped the branch right off. Benji reached up at the last moment to grab Amelia's hands and the tree branch she was tightly hugging with her body. Riley instinctively snapped his arms around Benji's legs right above the bear's head.

"Amelia, don't let go!" Benji pleaded with his eyes bulging out.

Amelia was sweating with the strain of holding onto both Benji's and Riley's weight. "Well … doesn't this look familiar?" she huffed, remembering this same scenario up in Riley's treehouse.

Chapter 22
Body Warmth

Sebastian watched in a state of near panic as events were spiraling out of control. Alan's grip had slipped from his hands and was now barely clinging on to Sebastian's pants with his good arm as Sebastian held on to a rock with both hands. The rock was slippery from the moss and he didn't know how much longer he could hold on before the strong currents swept them away down the rocky creek. The creek had several drops where the water cascaded to lower levels, each with crops of jagged boulders sticking out of the water. There's no way Alan would survive, especially with his injuries.

Sebastian also watched in despair at the incredible scene of that tree where Riley and Benji were holding on to dear life as Amelia strained to keep them from falling into the harrowing maw of that black bear right below them. How could things have gotten so out of control so fast?

"Sebby! Sebby! How can I help?!" yelled Rodney from the other side of the creek. "Tell me what to do!"

"Rodney, see if you can find a long branch and hold it over the water in case Alan gets swept away. Whatever you do, don't get into the water. Did you get that?!"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm on it!" Rodney shouted, quickly disappearing into the trees.

"Sebby, I'm losing my grip," Alan said, sounding exhausted as his body swayed from side to side from the currents. "I … I can't hold on," he cried loudly. "Sebby! I can't hold on!"

"Alan – don't you dare let go or I swear I'll kick your ass, you hear me?" Sebastian tried reaching out with one arm to try and grab Alan's hand but quickly regretted it when he almost lost his grip with the rock. "I'll tell you what – if you can hold on a little longer, I'll let you fuck me in the ass as soon as we get out of this, okay?"

"You promise?" Alan asked weakly.

"Yes, I promise. Now let me think."

"Sebby, I can't. My hands are so cold. Sebby, I don't wanna die," he cried in despair.

"Damn it, Alan, you are not a quitter. I know you. Just hold on a little longer and I'll …"

"Sebbyyyyyy, heeeeeelp!"

Sebastian watched in horror as Alan finally lost his grip and was swept away towards an unavoidable and painful death. "Alaaaaaaaan! Nooooooo! Rodney, he's on his way towards you! Do you see him!" Sebastian could see Rodney emerging from the trees holding a long branch. Rodney soon realized it would not be long enough. He started jumping on a zigzagging line of dry rocks above the water line to try and catch Alan as he floated by.

"Roooodneeey, noooooo!" Sebastian screamed frantically. "Stop, go back. Don't do that! You're gonna get yourself …"

As Alan was floating by, Rodney dropped down on the last available rock and reached out to grab Alan. Alan reached up and hooked his good arm tightly around Rodney's arm. Unfortunately, the currents were carrying him so fast that his momentum pulled Rodney into the water. Now they were both being swept away.

"Goddammit! Fuuuuuck!" Sebastian screamed with anger. In an impulsive snap decision, he decided he had no choice but to let go and somehow try to help his friends, consequences be damned.

Panic was setting in as he found himself bobbing up and down in and out of the water, hearing the gurgling bubbles as his face was sprayed by the churning waves. He got glimpses of disjointed scenes of Alan and Rodney struggling frantically against the currents. He saw Riley and Benji still holding on as Amelia struggled unsuccessfully to pull them up with the bear still swiping at their feet. All three were crying out loud with fear. For the first time, he was seriously contemplating the possibility that they were all going to die.

Then suddenly, in the cacophony of sounds all around him, he heard a loud crack. He tried looking around to see where it was coming from. Then he saw it. He watched in disbelief as the slanting dead tree was splitting at the base from the weight of the large black bear and his three friends. It started splitting some more, causing it to lean precariously over the water. Then he heard the roar of the bear along with the screams of his friends as the tree splashed into the water just in time to block him, Alan, and Rodney from dropping down to the crop of jagged rocks.

Amelia, Riley and Benji were now in the water next to the tree holding on to dear life. The black bear had given up the pursuit of its prey as it sloshed out of the water and limped away with an injured leg towards her cubs. Sebastian and Rodney started helping everyone out of the tree and onto dry land.

Alan and Rodney lay down on the ground dripping wet, drained of all energy, trying to catch their breaths and regain their strength. Amelia sat against a tree, trembling with the cold with her arms hugging her raised knees. Sebastian walked over to the fallen tree, leaned down and gave the brittle bark a small kiss. "Thank you," he whispered, patting the tree affectionately.

Alan looked up tiredly. "Hey Sebby, don't get too frisky with the tree. You still owe me a fuck, remember?"

Sebastian walked back to his friends, feeling awash with relief. "Whenever you're ready, big boy. How are you feeling?"

"Alive," Alan said with relief. He grabbed Sebastian's face and gave him a long wet kiss in the mouth and then hugged him tightly. "Thank you, man. Thank you for saving my ass. Now your ass is mine," he said, playfully squeezing Sebastian's ass.

Benji sat down on a fallen log, trembling with a mixture of cold and shock, rocking back and forth, trying to keep it together. Riley walked over and sat down next to him.

"Hey," he said, looking at him with concern, "Talk to me."

"Riley, I'm freezing. I'm sooo c-c-cold," he said shivering, his lips trembling and his teeth clattering. "When we were hanging from the tree, I was having trouble holding on. I really thought we were all gonna die. Riley, I was so scared," he trembled in soft sorrowful tones.

Riley wrapped his arm around him and started rubbing up and down to warm him up. "I know buddy. I was scared too. But hey – you and Amelia saved us by hanging on as long as you did. When I told you to get a grip, boy – you really got a grip, didn't you?" Benji burst out with a laugh. "But I knew you and Amelia wouldn't let go. I just knew it."

Benji turned to Riley on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry I was dissing on Superman. I'll never do it again," Benji cried as he wrapped his arms tightly around Riley's neck and started to wail. Riley started to laugh at the absurdity of his apology and then felt the hot tears rolling down as he, too, broke down in sobs.

Sebastian was kneeling over Alan checking on his busted knee and assessing his injured shoulder. The numbness was slowly going away and he had regained the use of his arm. He saw Riley and Benji crying on each other's shoulders and walked over to them after letting them have their moment. "Hey, how're you guys doing?" he said, squatting down. "Are you all in one piece? You got all ten toes and eleven fingers?"

"Eleven fingers?" Benji asked, wiping his tears. "Oh …" he said, looking down at Sebastian's crotch with a crooked smile.

Sebastian saw how both boys were still shivering from the cold. He could feel himself shivering as well. Their wet clothing and the steady breeze made conditions even worse. He noticed a light blue tinge on Benji's lips and started worrying about the onset of hypothermia.

He stood up and opened his arms. "Hey, you guys get over here. We can warm each other up with each other's body." Riley and Benji looked at each other and hesitated. "Guys, I'm serious. Get your ass over here."

The boys slowly walked into his embrace, wrapping their arms and pressing their bodies against each other. They felt a slight warmth, but not nearly enough to stop their trembling.

Then Alan and Rodney walked up. "Hey guys, can we join your group hug?" Alan said, wrapping his arms around himself.

"Yeah, we're freezing our balls off," Rodney added.

"Yeah, sure. Come on in, guys," Sebastian said invitingly.

"Not here," Alan said, looking up at the sky. "We're in the shadows. Let's move over here where the sun's hitting us."

They all moved over to the warm rays of the sun and huddled together.

"I'm still too fucking cold dude," Rodney complained.

"It's these damned wet clothes," Alan said.

"Well, let's hang them up to dry. It's just us guys, right?" Rodney said excitedly as he started to strip.

"Well, uhm …" Sebastian said, looking at Amelia sitting at a distance looking subdued.

"Right on, man. Let's do this," said Alan as he too started stripping. Benji and Riley stared appreciatively at their naked moist bodies and the way their boners popped up after peeling off their wet underwear. Amelia suddenly became more attentive.

Sebastian looked at Riley and Benji. "What's that famous saying? 'When in Rome?' How 'bout it, guys?"

Riley shrugged. "Why not? Wouldn't wanna be left out in the cold, right? Benji, you in?"

Benji took a quick look around the surroundings. "Sunbathing naked in the middle of the woods? Sounds kind of kinky. Yeah, I'm in," he said as the rest of them started stripping completely naked.

Alan and Rodney were pressing their wet bodies and, by extension, their hard cocks against Riley's and Benji's, with Sebastian pressing in from the side. There was an unavoidably strong sexual vibe augmented by the hardness of all of their boners. Benji took in a long deep, cleansing breath. He could feel all of his anxieties melting away from the rush of endorphins soothing his brain.

"So, who are you friends, Sebby? Aren't you gonna introduce us?" Rodney said, dragging his fingertip over Benji's naked butt crack.

"Oh yeah. Riley and Benji, this is Alan and Rodney. Alan and Rodney, this is Riley and Benji."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Rodney said. Benji's eyes suddenly popped wide open. "Oh, hehe … my bad – I thought that was your hand."

"Oh ahh – no, that's okay. I mean, uhm … (gulp), I guess I should return the pleasure – I … I mean – return the favor. Hehe," He reached over to wrap his fingers around Rodney's hard cock and shook it like a hand. He noticed through the corner of his eye the way Riley and Alan were grinding their own boners against each other while Sebastian grabbed both of their butts pressing their bodies closer together.

Amelia was agog – again.

"What about the fem-boy over there?" Alan asked Sebastian. "What's his story?"

"Yeah, I like fem-boys. He looks really gorgeous. What's he doing way over there by himself? Get him over here," Rodney said with salivation.

"Oh, haha. No, that's just Amel … Oooof!" Riley winced in pain from the jab Sebastian had given him to shut up.

"What he means is – that's um … his name is um – Mel," Sebastian said, patting himself mentally for his quick thinking. "Yeah, his name's Mel. He's kind of shy, kind of keeps to himself."

"Hey Mel, come over here, dude. We just wanna say hi," Rodney shouted.

Sebastian looked uneasy. "Rodney, leave her – er … leave him alone. I already told you he's …"

Sebastian was surprised when he saw Amelia getting up and walking their way. Amelia felt a strong sexual compulsion to answer his call. She approached cautiously, trying feverishly to avert her eyes from blatantly looking down at their wet naked bodies. She kept swallowing her salivations as she mentally added these two handsome boys to her naked boy's list.

"Ooh, he's a cutie," Alan whispered salaciously.

Amelia straightened her red cap and cleared her throat, nervously rubbing her hands on the side of her jeans. All the boys had separated somewhat and she took a glimpse at all of their sexy boners. She closed her eyes momentarily from the hot flashes of arousals.

"Hi, ahh … m-my name is …" She looked at Sebastian. "My name is Mel," she said, trying to deepen her feminine voice. With a radiant blush, she reached out for a handshake.

Rodney greeted her by slapping her hand sideways. "'Sup Mel. I'm Rodney, that's Alan. Hey, you wanna join us and get warmed up? This works better if we have someone in the middle."

"Okay," Amelia said shyly without hesitation. The group quickly positioned themselves around Amelia and started pressing in.

"Whoa, dude," Rodney said, jerking back. "Your clothes are wet and cold. This ain't gonna work. You need to take those off."

"No, he doesn't," said Sebastian protectively. He looked at Amelia. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, it's alright. I'll do it," she said, pulling off her shirt and kicking off her shoes. She slowly unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zipper and struggled to peel them off. She stood there wearing only the red cap and the boy's underwear that Riley had given her. Alan and Rodney started licking their lips with anticipation. "Can all of you just uhm … pull in closer, please?"

Everyone pulled in the circle around her as she slipped her hand in to cover her pussy as she pulled her underwear off. Then the boys pressed in further. Sebastian had positioned himself to stand right in front of her. He pulled her red cap off and turned it around with a smile.

She could feel four distinct boners pressing around her body. Rodney was actually spooning her from behind. She could feel his dick wiggling between her legs. Alan and Rodney still thought she was a boy. She couldn't believe she was standing here naked with all these boys pressing their boners against her body. She was so overwhelmed that she finally gave in to her sexual urges.

Then she felt Sebastian's giant cock pressing against her hand covering her pussy. She slowly turned her hand around, wrapped her fingers around his hardness and positioned the tip of his glans slightly into her slit. She gasped softly and felt a jolt of orgasmic pleasures all over her body. She looked up at Sebastian with a trembling smile. He stared back at her with a look of intense sexual desire.

This was a moment she was never going to forget in her entire life.

***

Preparations were underway for this afternoon's Pleasure Island Party. Tables and chairs were set, performances were being perfected, the grounds were hastily being manicured to perfection, the buffet tables were being arranged, the wine bottles were being chilled, and the boys – well, the boys from Dorm 1 were being serviced and groomed, in more ways than one.

Stylists were on hand to give the boys sexy haircuts while manicurists were polishing and filing their fingernails and toenails. After that, the boys were sent to an array of hot tubs next to the group showers. There were four hot tubs on one side for a soapy bath and four on the other side filled with scented bath salts for them to soak in. Monitors were on hand, sitting naked on the sides of the hot tubs waiting for the next group of boys to walk in. They didn't even bother hiding their erections.

They watched with anticipation as the boys stripped off their clothes and lined up in front of their respective hot tubs to climb in. The monitors welcomed them with open arms and open legs, relishing the silky feeling of their hands soaping up their smooth naked bodies. There wasn't a single monitor who wasn't squeezing a boy's ass, fondling his balls or spooning a boy with his cock between his legs.

The selection of boys for tonight's party was carefully considered. Showing sexual interest was not the only qualification. The boys had to be aesthetically pleasing, as in beautiful, sexy, alluring, sensual, stunning. They had to garner a strong sexual appeal and if they could do that even while fully clothed, they'd be more than welcomed fully naked.

The boys knew what they were being prepared for. They knew they would be expected to provide sexual pleasures to special visitors for tonight's party. These boys also knew that their participation would earn them special treatment and extended privileges. For a group of orphaned boys, any one of them would've jumped for such a golden opportunity.

The Monitors were instructed to give the boys a thorough cleaning of their ear canals, their nostrils, their butt holes, and any other orifices they could think of. The Monitors knew they were on a tight schedule and reluctantly brought their indulgent urges to an end, satisfied with the knowledge that more boys would come.

Once the boys were rinsed, they would step over to the hot tubs on the other side to soak in the scented saltwater. After that, they were towel dried by other Monitors, followed by a sensual massage with a lightly scented lotion. Although these men were professionals, they struggled to contain their arousals from going too far as they caressed and squeezed and fondled these boys between their opened legs while applying the crème. They just couldn't help themselves. None of them could.

The boys would stand in front of a row of mirrors with a sparkling glint gleaming off their polished naked bodies. This is where they would brush their teeth thoroughly with whitening toothpaste followed by a lengthy gurgle of mouthwash before getting dressed.

The Monitors turned to see the next group of four boys walking in. Calypso was among the group. One Monitor leaned over to another Monitor. "Hey, that's that new boy with the funny name. I didn't know they moved him to our dorm. I've been waiting to get my hands on that little cock since he came in. What a turn on."

"Wait a minute," said the other Monitor. "He's not supposed to be here. He's still assigned to Dorm 2. What is he doing here?"

"The fuck if I care," said the first Monitor with a smile, watching this particular boy strip. "Oooh yeah, take it off baby … strip for papa little boy and call me daddy."

Then the entire compartment fell silent. Every single boy and Monitor had turned their attention to Calypso, who was feeling feverish with waves of powerful arousals that he could no longer control. He felt delirious as his mind struggled to emerge from a fog of insurmountable desires. He was so far gone that he no longer recognized himself. He wanted to have sex, he needed to have sex and he didn't care who he had it with. He looked around at everyone staring at him with lust and suddenly unleashed the full power of his energy ribbon on them.

"Who wants to be the first one to fuck me?" he shouted while jerking his boner.

"Meeeeeeeeeee!" everyone shouted desperately waving their hands up in the air.

***

Mr. Kieffer had everyone running around like chickens without their heads preparing for tonight's party. Laydon still had a stack of checklists to oversee throughout the entire mansion. It was already past noon when Laydon realized he hadn't seen Calypso all day. He still felt disturbed by last night's strange dream and his unusual erection. He had been wanting to discuss it with Calypso since he woke up in the morning, but he just didn't have the time. He looked at his watch and decided to take a short break. He walked out of the mansion and headed over to Dorm 2 to check on Calypso, but something caught his attention.

He could hear what sounded like a group of people talking loudly from far away. He turned around and saw some staff members emerging from the mansion, walking rapidly towards Dorm 1. Some of the men started pulling down their pants and underwear right before walking in. What the hell?

Then he felt it. Calypso was using his thought thrower and he was definitely in Dorm 1. Laydon started walking over there rapidly and soon switched over to a fast sprint. Something was terribly wrong. As soon as he walked in, he couldn't believe his eyes at the insanely chaotic scene.

There were Monitors running around fully naked and others with their pants and underwear down having group orgies with boys all over the place. Some bunk beds were filled with men pulling down on boy's jeans to suck their dicks, others had boys trying to fuck men from behind and others had group of boys taking turns jerking a group of Monitors.

He walked into the next compartment and basically saw the same thing–but it wasn't just Monitors. There were a bunch of staff members from the mansion as well. Everyone seemed sex-crazed and consumed with passion as men kissed several boys forcefully, caressed and pressed against their bodies, gave them blowjobs and fucked them hard.

He ran into the group showers where the hot tubs were and saw total mayhem. He almost dropped to the ground from the powerful pounding headache from Calypso's thought thrower–and there he was. Calypso was totally drunk with arousals practically submerged in a sea of wet naked boys and Monitors. Calypso went from boy to boy sucking on their boners, sucking on their faces, fucking other boys who were equally possessed with pleasures.

"It's starting," Laydon whispered with dread concluding that Calypso had started secreting his overpowering pheromones. He prepared himself mentally and started the process of enveloping and extinguishing Calypso's energy ribbons. The level of noise slowly started to decline. Boys and Monitors started emerging from the fog of sexual delirium.

Joshua Lindberg, the Activities Director of the dorm, staggered over fully naked. "Laydon," he said, almost choking on his saliva. "You've got to get him out of here. This boy is dangerous," he panted with sweat all over his face.

Laydon walked over to Calypso and reached out with his hand. "Cal, it's time to go. Come with me now."

Calypso looked unbalanced as he staggered around trying to steady himself. He looked at Laydon with confusion, squinting his eyes at him. "Laydon?"

"Yes Cal. It's me. It's time to go."

"No," Calypso said, backing away. "No, I don't want to go. I like it here. I want to stay. I need to stay," he said forcefully.

"Cal, you can't stay. You have to come with me. Now!"

"Make me," Calypso challenged menacingly before breaching Laydon's hold on his thought thrower and reactivating a new energy ribbon that was much bigger and more powerful with full force. The assembly of boys and Monitors resumed their sex-crazed frenzy. Laydon tried to envelop his thought thrower again, but each attempt just fizzled without effect.

Laydon recoiled back from a brand-new sensation. He braced himself for the splitting headache that would surely incapacitate him, but it never came. Then Laydon was jolted with a powerful force. He stepped back with a gasp, almost falling down. He could feel himself breathing harder. His heart started beating faster and became irregular. His body felt tingly but in an unusual way. Was he having some kind of heart attack? He wondered if Calypso was using this new power to try to kill him somehow.

He looked at Calypso's naked body and he suddenly felt a longing that he had never felt before. He felt his penis pressing hard against his jeans. He stuck his hands down his pants to examine these new sensations. He grabbed his hard erection and squeezed, which caused him to start panting hard as these new pleasurable sensations filled him with shock.

Laydon felt incredulous when he realized that for the first time in his life, he was actually feeling fully aroused. He was also fully scared, not only of these new feelings but from the fact that Calypso was now out of control.

He has to be stopped. Laydon had no choice. As much as it pained him, he accepted the fact with a heavy heart that he was going to have to kill Calypso on the spot. He would have to forcefully drag him away to a secluded area and choke him to death.

Then he remembered the last words echoing from Ambrose from his dream last night.

'Laydon, you didn't have to kill me.'

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