Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2014 23:00:01 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 15

Welcome back for more of the Puget Posse. This chapter starts the
boys through Labor Day weekend as they await the start of their first
year at the Puget Academy.

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Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 15
RIDING THE WAVE

The five members of the newly formed Puget Posse left orientation
with a mixture of feelings. One thing they all had in common was the
desire to enjoy their four-day weekend before school started. They
would each enjoy a different kind of weekend.

Patrick was excited because the Labor Day weekend forecast was for
warm and sunny weather. This was particularly important because
Uncle Ted and his dad said if the forecast was good they would head
to Wild Waves for the day on Saturday.

Wild Waves was as close to an amusement park that the Puget
Sound area had. It consisted of water slides, swimming pools, wading
pools, as well as rides. The best ride as far as Patrick was concerned
was the roller coaster, even though it paled in size compared to the
big amusement parks around the rest of the country. Patrick had a
trip to one of those amusement parks as a permanent item on his
Christmas and birthday wish list.

Not only would Uncle Ted be coming along, but so would his sixteen
year old Uncle Roy, and his friend Ian, from his soccer team. While
Ian wasn't the kind of close friend Zane had been, he was Patrick's
closest friend. For reasons he didn't quite comprehend, Patrick
wished he knew Misha well enough to invite him.

Roy showed up at Patrick's house just before dinner. He'd had
football practice and drove down from Everett right after showering.
He loved the independence having his own car gave him, even if it
wasn't the prettiest, or most reliable, vehicle on the road.

"Hey, Bubba," Brian, Patrick's father and Roy's half-brother, said as
Roy came into the kitchen through the back door. Brian and Roy
shared the same mother. While Roy got along fine with Irene, their
mother, Brian had little use for the woman he referred to as HER.

"Hey, Rat," Roy said, calling Brian by his soccer fan nickname.
Maxine entered the kitchen in the middle of their hug. Maxine, known
as Grannana, was 76 and the matriarch of the family.

"You two quit taking up all the room in my kitchen and move your
asses before I have to take a broom to those oversized hind ends
and chase you out," she chided good naturedly. There was nothing
petite about Grannana and coarse language was not foreign to her.
She'd made her living as a nurse and knew how do deal with people
firmly. At home, she'd never had a problem putting her long-handled
broom to the rear ends of Ted and Brian as she raised them, or to
young Patrick when he needed some reminders about how to behave
in her house. Both Ted and Brian knew that, even as adults, their
asses still made good targets for a "brooming," and Roy had felt a few
swats on his visits, as well.

Roy and Brian left the kitchen knowing it was totally Maxine's domain
at dinner time. They settled into the living room and watched the
soccer game that was on television.

"When are you going to start following a real sport like football?" Roy
asked.

"This is football in every country of the world except this one," Brian
pointed out.

"I don't see anybody with pads on putting some vicious blocks and
tackles on the other team."

"Soccer can get pretty physical."

"Only in your wet dreams. So, where's the Wombat?"

"At soccer practice."

"Damn it, Rat. He's almost ten. When are you going to let him play
football?"

"First of all, he won't be ten until May. Second of all, there is no way
that little body of his would stand up to football, even playing with his
age group. Third of all, I doubt he wants to play football...he loves
soccer. And last of all, even without all of the above, I wouldn't let him
play."

"Shit, I have a wuss for a brother and a wuss for a nephew. This
country really is going to hell; I don't care what anybody says."

"All because Patrick prefers soccer over football?" Brian asked with a
hint of amusement.

"It's as good a reason as any. When do we go pick him up?"

"We don't. He's coming home with his friend, Ian, who will be
spending the night and going with us to Wild Waves tomorrow."

"Well, shit," Roy said. "I was going to make good on my promise
tonight."

"And what promise is that, as if I didn't already know?"

"My promise to do for him what you did for me; introduce him to the
wonders of sex."

"Cripes, Roy, he's only nine. It can wait."

"Well, you gave me your list, so here's mine. First, you were all cool
with this when we talked about it a few weeks ago. Second, I was
even younger than he is when you, my older brother, showed me
what a blow job was about. And last, he's been begging for it."

"Yeah, I know. But just don't push it, okay? You were a wild little
animal when you were eight. The Wombat is a quiet, introspective
boy at nine. You were ready for anything at any time and ate up what
I showed you. Patrick isn't the same way at all. Curious, yes, which is
why I said you could TALK to the boy. You were an eight-year-old
horn dog. He's nine and curious and not nearly as ready for this shit
as you were."

"Look at you, mister protective dad. You were a seventeen-year-old
horn dog with a baby Wombat on the way the night I crawled into bed
with you, not knowing I was going to be seduced. That was one of the
best things that ever happened to me by the way."

Their chat was interrupted by two nine-year-olds charging through the
front door. Roy smiled as he looked at his nephew with his short, light
brown hair. He loved his little nephew. Then he saw Patrick's friend
and was quickly smitten by him. Ian was a couple of inches taller than
Patrick and very slender. What struck Roy was Ian's tangled mass of
red hair and his face full of freckles. He wished he could seduce the
little cutie right along with his nephew. Ian was burdened down by a
small overnight, a pillow, and a sleeping bag.

"Uncle Gerbil!" Patrick cried out as he dropped his gym bag and
jumped on his teen uncle's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I
was so happy to see your car out front."

"You mean your uncle gets a hug before your dear old dad?" Brian
asked.

"That's because he isn't here enough. I didn't know he was coming
tonight. I thought he was coming tomorrow morning. Are you staying
the night?" Patrick said, practically in one breath.

"I am staying the night," Roy said. "It gives me more time with my
Wombat nephew."

Patrick got off of Roy's lap and pointed to Ian, "That's my friend, Ian.
He was in my third grade class last year and he's on my soccer
team." Roy greeted Ian, who shyly nodded back.

"When do I get my hug?" Brian asked.

"Hi, dad," Patrick said, giving his dad a quick, but heartfelt hug.

Ian and Patrick headed off to Patrick's room, with Roy following close
behind, carrying Ian's gear. The two boys were ready to change out
of their practice gear and play video games. Patrick thanked Roy for
helping and all but invited him to leave the room. Roy left reluctantly.
He'd hoped to get a glimpse of the pair in their underwear.

While Patrick had been to Ian's' house before, Ian had never been
over to Patrick's. Of course, Ian had to admire Patrick's Sounder
posters, music posters, Mariner posters, and the other flotsam and
jetsam that a nine-year-old boy manages to accumulate. Ian quickly
pulled fresh clothes out of his bag and asked Patrick where he could
change.

"You can change here," Patrick said, eager to watch Ian undress
down to his underwear. Ian and Patrick had never spent the night
together. In fact, this was the first time Ian would be spending the
night with a friend. Neither boy knew the extent of the negotiations
that had gone on between Ian's mother and Brian to set up the
overnight.

Ian shrugged and pulled off his jersey. Patrick was fascinated by Ian's
freckled shoulders. He couldn't help but wonder if Ian's butt had
freckles as well. To find that out, he'd have to convince Ian to do
more than strip down to his underpants.

After shucking his jersey, Ian removed his shorts. Patrick was now
even more interested, staring at his teammate and friend clad in
nothing but a pair of dark green briefs. The green contrasted with his
white skin. Patrick was surprised that Ian could get through the entire
summer without picking up a tan.

"Aren't you gonna get changed, too?" Ian asked. Patrick had been so
enamored with watching his friend he'd forgotten to take care of his
end of things.

While Ian dug into his bag for his clothes, Patrick quickly stripped
down to his white briefs. "We can just stay like this until dinnertime,"
Patrick suggested. Ian was game and the two quickly booted up
Patrick's computer and went to work playing video games. Ian
thought that he and Patrick playing in their underwear was nothing
out of the ordinary, while Patrick found it strangely exciting.

When Grannana called everyone to dinner, the two boys dressed
quickly and headed downstairs to eat. Ian dug into the thick Irish
stew, unaware of the somewhat lustful glances he got from Brian,
Roy, and Ted. Patrick was glancing at Ian as well, but the word lust
was a bit strong in describing the nine-year-old's infatuation with his
friend.

After dinner and dessert, the boys stayed downstairs. They played
Monopoly with Brian and Roy. Patrick came out the winner. They
watched the end of the Mariners game after which the boys were
herded upstairs by Roy.

This time Roy hung around, watching as both little nine-year-olds
stripped down to their underpants once again. He made sure the two
of them brushed and flossed; he was more interested in checking out
the two half-naked preteens than he was in their dental health.

Ian put on a t-shirt and crawled into his sleeping bag. Patrick, who
wasn't shy around Roy, pulled off his briefs and went under his
covers, naked. Roy smiled, enjoying the view of his young nephew in
the nude. He gave Patrick a kiss on the forehead and turned off the
desk lamp.

"Good night. Sweet dreams, Wombat. You, too, Ian," Roy said.

"Don't I get a good-night kiss?" Ian asked.

Roy grinned, squatted down on the floor, and kissed Ian's forehead.
Ian's grin almost split his face in half. Roy couldn't help but wonder
what kind of loving attention Ian got at home as he turned off the light
and closed the bedroom door.

"You sleep with no clothes on?" Ian asked after Roy left.

"Yep."

"I wish I could."

"It's easy," Patrick said, "you just take them off."

"No, it just seems weird, and my mom wouldn't like it," Ian said,
sounding perfectly logical to himself.

Patrick had been hoping that doing an overnight with Ian would be
like doing one with Zane; they'd both end up sleeping naked in his
bed. He was about to push the issue when he remembered his
father's words about how it wasn't right to force nudity or anything like
that on a friend. Patrick kept quiet, realizing he wasn't going to get
what he desired. He fell asleep dreaming about going to Wild Waves.

The next day was all it was made out to be. Patrick and Ian were
awake and out of bed before seven, so excited they couldn't contain
themselves. Ian barely noticed Patrick's nudity nor did Patrick notice
Ian being clad only in a pair of briefs. Their young minds were
completely on the upcoming excursion to Wild Waves. They dressed
and went searching for breakfast.

The weather was perfect, the sky cloudless and the morning
unseasonably warm. Brian and Ted were as eager as the boys for the
morning to move along. Even Roy was becoming annoyed by the
hyperactivity of the two nine-year-olds.

"Can we go?" Patrick whined as they finished breakfast.

"Calm down, Patrick," Brian said. "It doesn't open until ten and it's
only eight. It takes less than an hour to get there."

"If we get there early we don't have to wait in line to start." Patrick
hoped his father could see the logic in what he was saying and get
things moving.

"We will leave early enough to give us all plenty of time at the park."

"What time is that?"

"Be ready to go at nine."

"But that's a whole hour from now."

"It's nice to know they teach you how to tell time in school," Grannana
said with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"Do you have your bag packed?" Ted asked.

"Yep, me and Ian both have clothes for when we're done. We have
hoodies in case we get cold. We have towels. We have shoes and
socks and underpants. Happy?"

"Very. You are most efficient."

Patrick grinned, enjoying the compliment from his grand-uncle.
Patrick and Ian were wearing t-shirts, board shorts, flip-flops, and
baseball caps. All they had to do on arriving at Wild Waves was shed
their shirts, caps, and flip-flops and they would be ready to head for
one of the slides.

"I want to start on the Riptide," Ian said.

"I'll start with you."

The plan was to hit the slides and pools, break for lunch, put on their
shoes and go to some of the rides, then finish at the slides. Grannana
had put together a picnic lunch for them. They would buy drinks at the
park.

Amazingly, the plan was adhered to. Roy stayed with the boys while
Brian and Ted remained around the picnic table they'd procured,
checking out the young eye candy that paraded past them. Ian and
Patrick said they were old enough to go on their own, but Brian set
his foot down.

"Maybe in a couple of years, but for now you always stay with Roy,
understand?"

"I suppose," Patrick said sulkily, but he knew better than to argue
about it much. Being benched was not the way he wanted to spend
his time at Wild Waves. Besides, he loved being around his teen
uncle.

Patrick and Ian had a great time, as did Roy, their boy sitter. Roy
enjoyed looking at the young eye candy as well. He also managed to
exchange a couple of gropes with Patrick and wished he knew Ian
well enough to do the same. The sky was cloudless, the temperature
made it into the low 80s, the boys made the kind of temporary
acquaintances that boys make, and by four o'clock they were
exhausted.

Patrick and Ian went with Roy to the locker room to shower and
change. Patrick finally got to see Ian naked, but somehow it didn't
excite him like it would have in his bedroom when being naked would
have an air of naughtiness about it. One thing he did note, however,
was that Ian had some light freckles on his butt.

While Patrick noticed the naked males in the shower, ranging from a
couple of years younger through older teens, he didn't dwell on them.
This was a locker room after all, and people were supposed to be
naked.

He didn't notice the nudity, that is, until he stepped from the shower
room into the changing area. That was when his attention focused on
a boy who had entered the locker room while he was showering.
What Patrick saw caused jolts of electricity to shoot through his body
as his little boy cock jolted into an instant erection. Patrick had never
experienced that kind of reaction before, and he stood gaping at the
naked boy standing in front of him.

++++++

Neville was very unhappy when he arrived home from orientation.
Actually he was unhappy before that, but the news he received
simply made him unhappier.

Shelley, his step-mother, had picked him up at the school. After
asking him how the second day of orientation went, and getting
mostly silence in response, she decided to give Neville her own piece
of news. Neville wasn't sure what he thought about the news, so he
decided to be unhappy about it since that would match his already
existing mood.

As he headed up to his bedroom to sulk, he was stopped by Dylan. "I
suppose mom gave you the news," he said.

"She told me we would be having company for the weekend," Neville
told him.

"Did she tell you who it was?"

"Yes. It is your cousin Vicki."

"You sound unhappy about it."

"I am. I don't want a girl hanging around here," Neville said petulantly.

"I thought you liked girls," Dylan said.

"I do, but I don't like her."

"You got along fine with her when we visited her and her family."

"So, she was not staying in the guest room messing things up."

Dylan didn't care for girlsl, but he did like his cousin whom he thought
was funny and friendly. He was much more interested in trading blow
jobs with Cody and perving on the cute boys at school—which he
was going to be able to start doing again in just a couple of days. He
also enjoyed climbing into bed with Neville, although he wished his
new step-brother would loosen up a bit.

Neville, on the other hand, had been fascinated by females ever
since being seduced by Kathy, the babysitter. Vicki did not fascinate
him; he considered her too young for a grown up boy like himself. He
looked at her more as a pest than as a female, even though she was
his age. As far as his erotic thinking went, he considered Dylan and
Cody to be much more sexually interesting than Vicki.

"It's only until Tuesday," Dylan said. "You'll survive."

"Why does she have to stay here? Why can't she stay at home?"

"Because Uncle Dave and Aunt Barb are going away to Reno for the
weekend."

"And why couldn't they take her with them?"

"I don't know, so quit bugging me about it."

"Is Cody coming over?" Neville asked hopefully.

"Nope. I'm staying over at his house tomorrow and Sunday."

That was the last straw for Neville. He was going to be stuck with
Vicki all by himself. "I hate you," he told Dylan with measured
vehemence and proceeded to his bedroom to get in a good sulk.

He stripped down to his red boxers and flopped on his bed, staring up
at the ceiling. He'd forgotten to ask what time Vicki would be arriving,
but decided he could quickly put on shorts and a t-shirt if he needed
to.

He was an angry ten-year-old. He was angry because his friends
from his old school seemed to have forgotten him already. He was
angry because he was here, in Seattle, and not in England. He was
angry because he was on a team at school that consisted of two
dimwits who had to have cheated on their entrance test, a loud-
mouthed boy who claimed to be Irish, and a Russian. He had to admit
that he liked the quiet Russian and how he stood up for himself when
they picked their team name. It was a shame that Misha, the Russian,
was from a lower class background, just as Patrick and the twins
were.

On top of all that, he knew he'd never see Kathy again and would be
stuck entertaining a pain in the arse girl. And, to make it worse, he'd
agreed to the whole business about measuring his willy and having to
maybe pay 25 of his hard earned credits to a group of boys he didn't
even like.  He finally rolled over and fell asleep, wishing he could find
a group of friends he could really like the way he'd liked his friends in
England.

He woke up when he heard Shelley calling his name. Glancing at his
alarm clock he saw that he'd slept for almost two hours.

"Neville," came the voice again.

Neville got up and walked to his door, opening it a crack. "Yes,
Shelley." While he could sometimes call Shelley "mom", he still wasn't
ready to do that full time. Shelley could read Neville's moods simply
by whether he called her Shelley or called her mom.

"Vicki is here. Please come down and join us."

"Yes, ma'am. " Neville pulled on his shorts and a Sounders shirt and
padded downstairs to meet his fate.

The evening turned out to be better than he'd expected. Vicki seemed
to be a bit tamer than she was at her own house, which is the only
place Neville had seen her. He and Dylan played games and watched
a movie with her. Both Reginald and Shelley were relieved that
Neville seemed to be accepting of his step-cousin's presence since
he'd expressed his negative feelings about her whenever they visited
Dave and Barb.

That night Vicki slept in the guest room which, while on the second
floor along with the boys' bedrooms, had its own bathroom. The ten-
year-old girl remained unobtrusive, which suited Neville just fine.

The next day was spent at the Seattle Center. Neville never tired of
visiting the Pacific Science Center and its ever changing displays.
Right now the feature was dinosaurs. Neville was so taken by what
he saw, he wasn't annoyed by Vicki's questions and comments. They
took in the IMAX movie, which was "Rocky Mountain Express". After
having dinner at Cutters Bay House, they dropped Dylan off at Cody's
house and drove home. Dylan had long ago arranged to spend the
weekend with Cody. Shelley said he had to cut his stay from three
nights to two nights when it was learned Vicki would be staying the
weekend, which Dylan accepted without argument.

Neville and Vicki were kept entertained watching movies. Neville was
glad he didn't have to play games or spend too much time playing
host. Both Neville and Vicki headed to bed early, worn out from the
long day at the Center.

The next day, Shelley went shopping and visiting friends, taking Vicki
with her. Neville helped his father with chores around the house,
enjoying the rare time alone with him. One of their big topics of
discussion was Neville's concerns about the Puget Academy,
especially the members of his team.

"At least they picked a good name," Reginald said. "The Puget Posse
has a ring to it. It hints of unity and purpose."

"It should hint of being second class, because that's what they all
are."

"Perhaps you need to give them more time to prove themselves."

"Even Patrick?" Neville felt momentary panic since his father had
backed him up when hearing his complaints about his compatriots.

"The Irish are always the exception," Reginald said.

Neville grinned. "And you said you would ask if I could move to
another team."

"I will, but not until the date your teacher set to apply for permission to
move."

Neville quickly lost his grin. Sometimes his father backed him up no
matter what, and sometimes he could be too much of a stickler for the
rules. Neville was never completely certain how to read him. "That
means I'm stuck with all of them until Christmas."

"That will not hurt you. It will help you in the maturing process."

"Whatever," Neville said, using the favorite word of the sulking
American tween.

Two things out of the ordinary happened to Neville that day. The first
involved Max, the thirteen-year-old next door neighbor. Neville was in
his backyard pulling weeds along the fence as his father had
instructed.

"Hey, Nevie, wazzup?" Max yelled from the other side of the fence.

"My name is Neville." Neville didn't like Max. He considered him to be
not only a pervert, but to be a boor who was even more lower class
than his four tablemates at school, which said quite a bit.

"Don't be such a dickwad," Max said. "How does your brother stand
living with you?" Neville kept pulling weeds, ignoring the annoying
presence standing over him. "I hear you got a girl staying with you."

"That's my cousin," Neville said, hoping to end the conversation.

"That's Dylan's cousin, not yours. You been getting any off of her?"

"You are a pervert."

"Yep, and proud of it. I seen her and she's not bad looking for being,
what eleven?"

"She's ten."

"Ripe for the plucking," Max said with a leer. "Are you getting her into
bed for the fuckie-fuckie before she goes?" He ran his right middle
finger into his left fist just in case Neville didn't know what he was
talking about.

"You are worthless."

"Hey, my dick's grown a quarter inch since you last saw it. Want to
take a look?"

"Why would I wish to look at the overblown willy of a twat like you?"

"Oh, you're hilarious. I know you'd love to see HER twat tonight.
Well, here it is so you have something to remember when you get
your first fuck tonight." He pulled down his gym shorts, revealing a
hairy thick boner more than six inches long. Max was a very well-
endowed thirteen-year-old.

"You are disgusting."

"Have fun pulling weeds," Max said, not bothering to put his tool
away. "And have fun with the little blond girl. Wish I could be there
with you."

Neville rose off of the ground, picking up his bucket load of weeds. "I
have to throw these in the yard waste bin. I won't be back."

"Awwwww."

Neville walked away, angry. But his anger wasn't as much directed at
Max as it was at himself. Seeing Max expose himself and listening to
him talk about getting Vicki naked had given him a boner. He wasn't
sure if it was Max's boner or the thought of Vicki naked that made him
hard, and he didn't care. His anger was because he'd allowed his
disgusting neighbor to have that kind of power over him.

The other incident happened that night. While Neville's boner soon
went away, it returned when he retired to his room. He stripped naked
and admired his naked body in his full-length mirror. His three inch
erection stood up proudly. It might not be as big as Max's, but it was
certainly better looking. For one thing it was not surrounded by all that
disgusting hair. For another, it was just right for him to wrap his
fingers around so he could masturbate.

He was startled by a knock at his door. "Neville, are you decent?" It
was Shelley. Neville grabbed his little used pajamas bottoms and
pulled them on. He tried his best to hide the bulge in the front.

"You can come in, mom," Neville said. Shelley entered, saying she
had come in to give him a good-night hug. It was gestures like this
that made Neville like calling her his mom.

She looked her step-son over. He was wearing nothing but his
pajama bottoms and his glasses. "You are turning into a very good
looking young man. Your father is very proud of you, and so am I."

"You are?"

She kissed him on the cheek. "We are. You are very special." Neville
wasn't used to having praise given to him the way Shelley did it, and
he always ate it up when it happened. "And thank you for being good
to Vicki."

"She was not the brat I thought she would be."

"I think she worked hard not to annoy you too much. She's a good girl
in her own way." She kissed Neville on the forehead. "Good night,
son."

"Good night, mother."

After she left, Neville sat at his desk. He pulled his hard cocklet out of
the pee hole of his pajamas and started stroking it. He wanted to
have an orgasm. He popped open the button, so that his groin was
fully exposed. For some reason, it seemed sexy to keep his pajamas
on. But, taking them off will be even sexier, he thought.

He was ready to pull them off when there was another knock at his
door. He figured it was his father, although he'd already said good
night to him. His father didn't come to his room to tuck him in very
often. But, the voice he heard was not his father's, it was Vicki's. "Can
I come in?" she asked timidly.

He quickly snapped the button on his waistband closed and got up
out of his desk, stuffing his boner away. "Yes, you may come in."

Vicki entered Neville's room for the first time. She was wearing a pair
of green flannel pajamas. She closed the door and stared at her step-
cousin. She had come over to his room to ask him a question. She
had not expected to see him half-naked with a tell-tale bulge in his
pajama bottoms. Suddenly her question went to the back of her mind.
What she saw looked very interesting.

Next: The Hard Way