Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2020 17:34:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Licence To Drill Part 1 (Young Friends) This is another new story from me, will still be updating the others. thanks for all the kind words and feedback I've had. Check out my other stories on my Author page and please do donate to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Ok on with the story... My life changed ridiculously fast. Just like that, overnight, everything upended. One minute I was an orphan being shuttled around from foster family to foster family, next minute I was being whisked away by a government official to my new life at an exclusive private boarding school. Or so I thought. It had all happened so quickly, I'd got home from school, the final day of my first week at secondary school to see a man in the kitchen with my latest foster mum explaining things and having paperwork signed. "Hello Nick I'm Mr Smith, it's nice to meet you" he said shaking my hand. "I knew your parents, unfortunately you got lost in the system a bit when they passed away and we only just found you. You're going to come and be schooled at an exclusive private school like your father was and I was. I run it and we'd be delighted for you to join us". He said solemnly, in the way men of that social class often seemed to.. After that, well it was a blur of packing what little stuff I had, saying goodbyes (not particular emotional ones, my foster Mum barely tolerated me) before we were being driven in a very posh car out of my old life and into a new one. The school was small and as I quickly realised it was more than just a normal school. I'd spend one day a week learning languages (Arabic, Russian, Chinese), one day on culture (literature, arts, music), one day technology (computers and the latest hardware and tech, the computer department was like something out of sci fi film), one day acting and drama and one day on sciences. The weekend was spent doing fitness and sport, (karate, outdoor pursuits, swimming, shooting, cricket, tennis, fencing?!) . It was pretty exhausting and that first term was a blur. The class sizes and school itself was ridiculously small. In my previous secondary school I was in a class of 30 other 12 year olds, here it was just six of us. It was also a year round school, no summer holidays for us which was a big shock and one I wasn't that happy with. Mr Smith ran the school and I saw him around a lot, he took a special interest in me but disappointingly never really answered questions about my parents. They both died when I was young, a car crash on a business trip in France. I'd been left with my only living relative, my Grandfather but he died unexpectedly soon afterwards and then it was foster home to foster home. It wasn't too bad, I'd heard bad stories about some families but I never experienced anything a lack of affection. The grief of my parents death never really left me though, I just placed it away, deep inside me in a box marked "do not open". I tried to not get close to people, not wanting to be hurt and abandoned again. In one respect it was easy at school, it was so busy I was usually exhausted at the end of the school day and I'd collapse asleep in my bed. I turned 13 on Christmas Day (shittest day to have a birthday) and by the time we were halfway through the summer term my body started to change ever so slightly. We'd covered puberty and sex in great detail so I knew what was happening, my dick would start to darken and grow, I'd get hair down there and urges that I couldn't control. For the first time really I started to take a bit more notice of other boys on the off chance we'd get naked together at the swimming changing rooms or showering after sports. Malcolm was definitely more developed than anyone else, proudly showing off his 2 and a bit inches surrounded by hair. I was still hairless really as were the other boys. I had started to masturbate though, wanking my hard dick to a dry orgasm at night. I started shooting cum a few weeks later. I couldn't really think too much about it though as we had end of year exams and we were worked really hard. Mr Smith had set very high pass marks and if you failed, well the not too subtle hint was that you'd be kicked out. I think I'd done well particularly in languages but it was hard to say. After the exams and before we got results we had a week long outdoor survival course which was the toughest thing I'd ever done. Each of us were dropped at a random spot out in the Scottish highlands, hours from the school by car. Actually hours from anywhere by foot. We had to try and survive and fend for ourselves and make it to our designated endpoint. Various loot stations had been set up where we could find shelter, food and drink, as well as coordinates for our next destination. It was hard though, the distances were long, the orientation and map reading very difficult and the terrain deserted and tricky. I successfully completed it though, being the first boy back which I was proud of. I was so tired afterwards though I pretty much slept for a week. With no school holidays to break up the flow it all became a bit of a grind. It was late August when Mr Smith called me in to his office, a palatial affair lined with books, a globe, a computer and a big desk he sat behind. "Hello Nick, please do sit down". I did as I was told and waited, I guess it was results time. "I have to say I'm proud of you, your results are superb, the highest in your year, some of the best we've ever had. Your performance on the survival course was exemplar. Your parents would be proud. It's time for you to follow in their footsteps and make a difference". "Er, aren't I a bit young to be in sales?" I asked, my parents had been in sales, travelling the world selling financial products. I had no idea what that entailed but I wasn't convinced it was me. Mr Smith laughed, "That was their cover story, they weren't really in sales. No, they served their country. They risked everything and eventually paid with their lives, keeping you and the people of this country safe. They'd do and eventually did whatever it took to Surely you have noticed this isn't a normal school? We educate and train the next generation of secret agents, usually until you're 18 before we send you into the world, sometimes via university, sometimes straight on a mission." I looked at him in shock, I guess now I thought about it well it made total sense. But I could be forgiven for not realising, it's not exactly the first thing you think of. "Well this private school is a bit different to my state school. It must train secret agents" is not really what I`d been thinking. After all, I'd never been to private school before, for all I knew they were all like this. Mr Smith smiled at me, "ah I guess you didn't know or suspect. Well no surprise given your upbringing. And that innocence and naivety will serve you well, people can smell a fake. All you need to do is act like yourself" he said, "For what?" I asked. "For your first mission" he said smiling.....