Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 10:59:23 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 16

The school year is about to begin. But first, there is the three-day
Labor Day weekend. The last chapter set up some sexy scenes for
the members of the newly formed Posse. This chapter lets you know
the results.

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CHAPTER 16
THE HARD WAY

"You are so stupid," Michelle screamed at her brother Mark. "You are
just a totally stupid boy."

"It's better than being a stupid girl," Mark said. "It would be totally
embarrassing to be one of those."

"It would be embarrassing just to be a boy, even if you weren't a
stupid one."

Mark had several insults about Michelle's mother running through his
head that he had used or wanted to use, but he couldn't use any of
them because he happened to have the same mother. He found that
fact to be terribly disappointing.

Speaking of their mother, Kristy suddenly appeared in the television
room. "Stop the arguing right now," she ordered.

"We weren't arguing," Mark said. "I was just telling her she was
stupid, which is true. And since it's true, nobody can argue about it."

"He was, too, arguing," Michelle said. "I wanted to watch my TV show
and he wanted to watch...," she scrunched up her face, "...football."

"I didn't want to watch some stupid movie like you always watch; I
was watching football, until you came in and changed the channel."

"You can watch football on your own TV."

"You can watch your stupid show on your own TV. Football needs the
big screen to see all of the action."

"Children!" Kristy yelled, followed by muttered, "Why me?" to herself.

Before things could escalate further, Scott came into the room with
Matthew and Megan. "We had a good trip to the mall, mom," Megan
said with a grin.

"I got my new shoes for school," Matthew said.

"And they are not to be sunk to the bottom of the pool like your other
ones," Scott said.

"I just wanted to see if they were waterproof like the ad on TV said."

"They were intended to be waterproof for walking in the rain, not for
sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool overnight."

"Well, I guess now we know they weren't that waterproof," Matthew
said.

Kristy looked at Scott and gave him the "Why us?" shrug.

"Hey," Matthew said, "how come the Huskies aren't on TV."

"Because some dorky sister wanted to watch some kind of movie with
romance and kissing and all kinds of other stuff that nobody is
interested in."

"Well, I am interested in it," Michelle said, with a heavy emphasis in
the "I".

"I thought you liked watching football," Scott said.

"Only when I have to and when nothing more interesting is on.
Besides, I like the Seahawks better than the stupid Huskies."

Megan was about to enter the fray when Scott held up his hand. "Has
this been going on all morning?" he asked.

"Only since she changed...," Mark started.

"That's enough. You can all watch what you want on your own TVs.
I'm going to enjoy myself watching the Huskies."

"Wait, I didn't do anything," Matthew protested. "Why can't I watch the
football game down here?"

"Consider it payment for the shoes," Scott said. "Now all of you take a
timeout in your own rooms."

The four of them did as they were told, but not without a lot of
grumbling. Mark was about to slam the door after entering the twins'
bedroom, but Matthew grabbed his arm. "We got in trouble for that
too many times already," he reminded his brother.

"This is stupid," Mark said. "Michelle and Megan are stupid. Why did
we have to be born into a family with two stupid sisters?"

"They were pretty nice when they let us go into their beds with them
and then played with our dicks."

"Yeah, well, they don't do that any more, so now they are just stupid."
Mark turned on the TV. "It's too small for football," he complained as
the game came on. While the 26" television was more than adequate
for the bedroom of a pair of ten-year-olds, it was not as spectacular
as the 60" TV in the home theater.

"The Huskies are ahead, though. That would be the same
downstairs," Matthew pointed out.

"Ha ha, very funny." Mark started pulling off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Matthew asked.

"I'm taking my shirt off, doofus." He unbuttoned and unzipped his
jeans. "And now I am taking off my pants."

"Why?"

"Duh. Since we're prisoners in here we might as well be comfortable."

"Good point." Matthew followed suit and they soon were clad in only
their white briefs and socks.

"I'd forgive Michelle if she came in and jerked me off," Mark said.

"Cindy or Stacey would be even better," Matthew said.

Mark put his right hand inside his briefs and started rubbing his hard
little cock. "This must be what being horny is all about," he said.

"Do you want to have an orgasm?"

"I want one bad."

"Then I guess you must be horny."

"Are you horny?"

"I wasn't, but I am now." Matthew pulled his briefs down below his
balls and ass, exposing his rock hard three inch piece of boy meat.
He was standing next to the desk chair while his brother was sitting
on his bed.

"Damn, your pecker is really hard," Mark said. He pulled his briefs
down to his knees. "So is mine."

The boys looked at each other as they stroked their preteen cocks.
The siren call of puberty was beginning to affect them more and
more.

"Let's go to Michelle's room," Mark said.

"Why not Megan's room?" Matthew asked.

"Because I saw them both going into her room."

"Good enough." Matthew pulled up his briefs. "But, we're not
supposed to leave our room."

"We can leave if we have to go pee or crap," Mark said.

"But that's not what we're going to do."

"Okay, so we got lost on the way." They both knew getting lost in the
hall would be impossible to explain in many ways, especially when
they had their own bathroom and didn't need to use the hall to access
it.

"I like how you think."

The twins quietly left their room. Matthew's briefs were tented out by
his hard cock while Mark hadn't bothered to pull up his briefs. He'd
never felt this kind of horniness before. The two walked to the next
door and stopped while Mark knocked. They knew better than to
barge into one of their sister's rooms, just like their sisters knew not to
barge into theirs.

"Who is it?" came a voice. They couldn't tell which sister it was.

"It's us." Mark tried to keep his voice loud enough to be heard by their
sisters, but not so loud that it would be heard by their parents
downstairs.

"Who is us?"

"Me and Mattie, who else?" Mark stopped himself from adding the
word "stupid" to the end of the question.

"What do you want?"

"We want to talk."

"Okay, come in. But be quick and don't be stupid."

The boys entered Michelle's bedroom. What they saw was their
eleven-year-old twin sisters sitting on Michelle's bed wearing only
panties and watching the Husky football game. What the girls saw
was their ten-year-old twin brothers, one wearing just briefs which
were pushed out by a very obvious erection, while the other  was
naked except for his briefs tucked under his balls and butt, exposing
a raging three-inch hairless erection. Mark closed the door. None of
the four was sure what to say.

++++++++++++

Misha received a text from his mother, Lois, as he walked down the
stone steps of the grand main building of the Puget Academy. He still
couldn't help marveling how the building resembled a castle. Even
though the interior was remodeled and modern in many ways, the
feel of oldness was still there, especially in the dark, high ceilinged
hallways. The basement they had entered during the scavenger hunt
seemed totally ancient. There was an eerie sense of ancient history
there, as if a piece of the karma of every student who attended the
academy lingered in its confines.

And if that wasn't enough, there was the story Paul had told them of
the death of a construction worker as well as of a student in the
basement. What if the school is haunted? Misha thought. What if
making a place more modern made it look nice, but couldn't get rid of
the ghosts? Those thoughts didn't scare Misha. Instead they made
him want to explore the bowels of the building and learn what was
really there. Because of the unfamiliarity, to Misha's mind the school
was even creepier than the old building the orphanage was housed
in, even though he didn't see it as frightening.

Misha waited patiently for his mother to show. Most of the fifth
graders who were at orientation along with the eighth grade guides
had been picked up. Misha noticed Paul coming down the steps,
accompanied by Mr. Hiller, the drama teacher. The two said
something and Mr. Hiller turned to his right to head for the parking lot.
Paul noticed Misha and came over to him.

"Hey, Misha."

"Hello, Paul."

"Did you like orientation?"

"Yes, I believe so. I think am ready for the school to start on
Wednesday."

"I know I'm not. Summer vacation was way too short."

Misha tried to fathom how a vacation that was over two months long
could be considered too short. He never got vacations that long in
Russia.

"It was really cool that your table picked your team name," Paul said.
"I think it is one of the best team names in the whole fifth grade."

"You really do think so?"

"Yep."

"Will you do more with our team?"

"Sometimes. I'm always ready to answer your questions about stuff
and help you guys any way I can. But, sometimes us guides get
assigned to do stuff with you."

"Are we really going to do the measuring?"

"That we are. It should be fun."

Misha, who was probably the most experienced boy in the fifth grade
sexually, felt a stirring in his groin. He wondered if Paul was like the
older boys at the orphanage, wanting to have sex with the younger
ones.

"It will be fun, I think," Misha said.

"So you're not nervous about it? I mean about somebody seeing you
with a boner and shit?"

Misha noted Paul's use of the word shit. He knew when to use
Russian cusswords, but he had no idea of the proper way to use
American ones. The only two words he really knew were shit and
fuck, which some would say was all he needed to know. "Many boys
have seen me with a boner,"

"For real?" Now it was Paul's turn to feel a stirring. In his case the
stirring quickly turned into a full-fledged boner.

Misha blushed, wondering if he had given out too much information.
One thing he had learned was that his life with other boys at the
orphanage was not the way life was among the boys he'd met in his
new homeland, and the Puget Academy was not at all like anything
he'd experienced in either Russia or his new home in America.

Before he could answer Paul's question, Misha's mom drove up the
driveway and stopped in front of him. Misha gave Paul a surprisingly
shy wave and got into the backseat of the car.

Lois looked back and gave her son a wide smile. "Hello, Misha. How
did orientation go today?"

Misha buckled his seatbelt as the car started up. "Very good. The
team picked my name."

"Oh, Misha, that is wonderful. I am so proud of you." Lois's gushing
embarrassed Misha even more than the sexual overtones of his chat
with Paul.

"Table five is now the Puget Posse."

"I have some more good news for you, I think."

"And this good news is what?"

"With the weather being so nice, we decided tomorrow might be a
wonderful day to go to Wild Waves." They had taken Misha to Wild
Waves before, so he knew what it was all about.

"Yes, it would be."

"Don't sound too excited now."

"I am excited, mother."

"Would you be more excited if I told you that Ben and Troy were
going with us?" Misha's giant smile told her all she needed to know.

"Can Ben stay the tonight?"

"He can't tonight, his family has plans. But, I am willing to bet
tomorrow night things might just manage to work out."

Lois and Ryan had planned on spending the Labor Day weekend in
Las Vegas. In fact, Lois had actually started making reservations
online when a stray thought struck her. This was the weekend before
Misha was to start school, and the poor boy was very likely going to
be scared to death. This was not a weekend to leave him with
another family, even if Misha and Ben had become good friends. She
picked up her phone and called Ryan, who agreed with her totally,
and she cancelled their plans.

Then, another stray thought hit her. It should not have taken a stray
thought to make her change her mind. The idea of leaving Misha
alone for that weekend should never have been considered. She and
Ryan obviously still had a lot to learn about parenting. This incident
was definitely one she would be bringing up with the social worker.

That night, Misha went to bed excited about the next day. He had
loved his previous visit to Wild Waves. Even better, Ben would be
coming with them, and a phone call had confirmed that he would be
spending the night on Saturday. Misha wanted to jerk off, but he was
too tired and fell asleep almost as soon as his parents closed his
bedroom door.

The next day at Wild Waves was even better than Misha had
imagined. Ben was like a fish in the water. He was a frequent visitor
to Wild Waves and showed Misha a lot of new tricks to make the
slides and pools even more fun.

The adventure finally rolled to a close. Ben, Troy, and Misha headed
for the changing room. Troy had found some other boys (and a
couple of girls) his age to hang with, but he met the family at the
agreed upon time.

Misha quickly shed his swim shorts and grabbed his towel. He was
still surprised at how long board shorts were. While Misha hadn't had
much opportunity to swim, the orphanage did stage occasional field
trips to one of the municipal pools, where Speedos were the order of
the day. To Misha, Ben looked almost like he was wearing a skirt to
swim in.

When Misha turned to head into the shower, he was stunned to see a
familiar face come out of the shower room. Not only was the person
familiar, he was naked. Not only was he naked, but his penis became
instantly erect when he looked at Misha, like he'd seen happen to
some of the older boys in the shower at the orphanage. On top of
that, when he saw the other boy's penis become erect, his uncut
cocklet did the same and almost as quickly.

Misha and Patrick stared at each other, stunned at what was
happening. It wasn't seeing their class teammate naked that stunned
them; after all, this was a changing room. It was seeing each other
instantly bone up that was the shocker. The tableau was broken
when Ian walked out of the shower and said quite loudly, "Patrick,
you got a boner."

"So does Misha," said Ben, who had just pulled off his board shorts.

Both boys were embarrassed. But for Misha the embarrassment was
only slight. After all, he was used to nudity and boys having boners.
For Patrick the embarrassment was almost devastating. His entire
body seemed on fire as he grabbed his towel off of its hook and
quickly covered himself.

"Hello, Patrick," Misha said as if nothing untoward had happened. His
erection was still exposed. Patrick couldn't take his eyes off of the
beauty of the uncut cock of the ten-year-old standing in front of him.
He'd seen some of his friends, like Zane, with boners, but he'd never
seen an uncircumcised penis hard. He also noticed that Misha
seemed to be well-endowed, his hard cock standing probably an inch
longer than his little boy tool.

"Um...um...um...," was all Patrick could get out.

"I think you're supposed to say hi to him," Ian advised.

"Um...hi, Misha."

It was the first time Patrick and Misha saw each other naked and was
a moment neither one of them would forget.

++++++++++++

Ten-year-old Vicki stared at her ten-year-old step-cousin. "How come
your pajamas are sticking out like that?"

Neville could have been mortified at being caught boned up by his
step-cousin, but, thanks to his experiences with Kathy, the babysitter,
he took it in stride. "It's because I have a boner."

"What is a boner?"

"It means my willy got hard."

"Oh, can I see?" Save for quick accidental glimpses of her father,
Vicki had never seen the male sexual organs.

Without hesitating, Neville opened the top button on his pajama
bottoms and let them drop. Vicki was all but drooling as she looked at
the naked boy for the first time. His hairless body was mostly like
hers, except for what was located between his legs. "Does it hurt?"

"No, it feels good most of the time."

"You mean it hurts sometimes?"

"Only if it gets stuck in my pants."

"Is it always like that?"

"No, usually it is soft and hangs down."

"So, why does it become a boner?"

"It's supposed to have something to do with sex."

Vicki blushed, her eyes wide with surprise, "That means you want to
have sex with me?" She had little idea what that meant, but the
thought excited and scared her at the same time.

"No way, you're almost my cousin. Sometimes it just gets hard like
that. It's hard to explain." He looked at the cute little brunette in his
room, her straight hair hanging to her shoulders. He could feel his
little member twitching as he stood before her in all his glory, as she
faced him wearing her green flannel pajamas. Maybe he really did
want to have sex with her. "Will you pull down your bottoms so I can
look at you?"

"I don't know if I should."

"Well, you are looking at me. I should be able to look at you."

"I better go before your mom and dad catch us." She turned and
hurried out of the room. Neville kicked his pajama bottoms off and
flopped on his bed, jacking off to a dry orgasm that seemed to be
lacking something.

++++++++++++

Mark, Matthew, Michelle, and Megan stood in Michelle's room staring
at each other. It was Michelle who broke the silence.

"What are you two doing in here? And why are you wearing your
underpants pulled down?" She didn't mention anything about her two
younger brothers having erections.

"We came to see what you were doing," Matthew said.

"Yeah, and why are you watching the football game when you turned
it off when I was watching it downstairs and got me in trouble?" Mark
asked.

"And why are you wearing nothing but your panties?" Matthew asked.

"We could ask you the same question about your underpants,"
Michelle said. "And Mark didn't answer my question how why he is
showing off his boner."

"Because I'm horny," Mark answered honestly.

"I think it's because you two are crazy," Megan said. "I bet you both
want to do sex stuff with us and that's why you came in here."

Matthew looked over at Mark. "We just got snagged," he said.

"You're not supposed to admit it," Mark told him.

"Why? You're the one that said we were horny."

"I said I was horny."

Matthew pulled his briefs down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
"Well, I'm horny, too," he said as he exposed his own raging erection.

"Well, we're not horny," Michelle said with a sniff.

"Then, why are you sitting on the bed together almost naked?"
Matthew asked.

"Snagged," Mark said.

"We just wanted to be comfortable," Megan said.

"I bet you were feeling each other's titties," Mark said.

"Yeah, doing it while you were watching the football game you said
you didn't want to watch," Matthew added.

Mark yanked his briefs down and off and was now completely naked
as well. "Now I'm comfortable. You need to get comfortable, too," he
told his sisters.

"You two need to leave," Michelle said.

"Why?"

"Because it's my room and I said so."

Mark got onto Michelle's bed and sat next to her. "We'll leave if you
give us a blow job first," he said sweetly.

"Yeah, that's all we want," Matthew agreed.

"You two are totally crazy," Megan said.

"Uh uh, we told you we aren't crazy, we told you we were horny."

"You're too young to be horny. You're only ten. Boys our age get
horny, but not little boys like you. You are both sex fiends."

"Yeah, like eleven-year-old boys are studs or something," Matthew
said. "Not!"

Mark placed his hand on Michelle's puffy nipple of her newly
developing breast. "Is that what Megan was doing to you?"

"You better leave or I'll tell mom and dad you guys were trying to rape
us," Michelle said.

"We would never do that," Mark said, his hand still on his sister's
breast. She made no attempt to remove it. He would have stopped
feeling her up if she had. "We're not that crazy. That's wrong and
stupid."

"Tell that to mom and dad," Megan said. Michelle said nothing. She
was enjoying what her brother was doing to her, which was what
Megan had been doing before her brothers barged into the room.
Megan had been sucking her little nub and rubbing her pussy when
the twins knocked on the door.

"We'll just tell them you were feeling each other up," Matthew said,
wishing he was on the bed, which had no room for him.

"We'll tell them you were naked in our room with boners," Megan
said.

"You can let me do to you what Mark is doing to Michelle," Matthew
told Megan. "Then you won't have to tell anybody anything.

"Mom and dad could come up any minute," Megan said. "You two
better go back to your room."

"We will after you give us a blow job," Mark insisted, "or let us suck
your boobs."

"I will never, ever, give you a blow job," Michelle said.

Mark released her little nub of a breast and grabbed her hand and
placed it on his hard cock. "You can give me a hand job then."

"You better leave now," Michelle said, her breast now free from
Mark's ministrations, which she wanted him to continue with and stop
doing at the same time. Her hand did not leave his hard three-inch
tool. He sucked on her hard nipple as she slowly moved her hand
along his little boner.

Matthew put his fingers on Megan's little pubescent nub and stroked
it. "You can touch me if you want," he whispered hoarsely.

Mark looked down at his cock, then at his sister, and grinned. "You
gonna jerk me off now?" Her hand quickly freed his boy tool. "Why did
you stop?"

"Get off of my bed," Michelle commanded, and he got up off of the
bed.

"Can we come into your rooms tonight and play in your beds like we
used to?" Mark asked.

"We said never again and we meant it," Megan said.

"Now leave," Michelle said.

"You never told us why you were watching football," Matthew said.

"Out!"

Mark and Matthew quickly left the room, leaving their underpants
behind.

"Well, that was fun," Matthew said to Mark as they shut the door to
their room, "even if I barely got to feel up Megan."

"I wish we could have done more. That was nice. They get so weird
about sex stuff I can never figure out what they really want to do."

"Well, since you got to get more feels in than me, you can give me
the blowjob those two wouldn't give us," Matthew said.

"Sounds fair."

Matthew sat back on his bed and Mark got between his legs. Without
any fanfare he put his lips around his twin brother's cocklet and let it
slide into his mouth until his nose touched Matthew's bare pubic area.
Mark bobbed his head and used his tongue, while he rubbed under
his brother's tight ball sac. They had learned a lot about oral sex in
their own sex play and wished they could teach those tricks to their
sisters. That way "they would know how to make a boy happy" was
how they put it. Mark diligently jerked himself off as he sucked off his
brother.

Since the two of them had worked themselves up to a sexual frenzy,
it didn't take long for Matthew to have a dry orgasm in his brother's
mouth. Without missing a beat, Matthew got down on the floor and
placed his brother's cocklet into his mouth and sucked him to a quick
orgasm.

"Well, that was even more fun than with the dork twins," Mark said as
the two naked boys each flopped onto his own bed. "I'm not horny
any more."

"If only Megan and Michelle could have sucked us," Matthew said.

"Or better yet, Cindy and Stacy," Mark said with a sigh.

"Yeah, that would be better yet."

"But, I still want to know why they had the Husky game on."

++++++++++++

Ian received permission to spend another night at Patrick's house.
Since Ian and Patrick had seen each other naked in the changing
room, Patrick was able to convince Ian to get naked and to sleep
naked, but he couldn't convince him to sleep in his bed.

"You have a boner again," Ian said as the two nine-year olds
inspected each other's nudity. "Why do you get those?"

"I don't know. I just do." He would know more once Roy told him and
showed him stuff. He asked Roy if he could show him and Ian both,
but Roy said what he had to say was between uncles and nephews.
Patrick wasn't convinced, but let the matter drop. After all, Ian would
not be staying on Sunday night and then Roy could show him
everything.

After Ian climbed into his sleeping bag and Patrick got into his bed,
Brian and Uncle Ted came into the room giving both boys a good-
night hair tousle. Uncle Roy came in after they left, adding a kiss on
the forehead with yet another tousle.

Roy turned out the lights. Ian was asleep almost before the room got
dark. Patrick lay awake and thought about the events of the day,
especially his embarrassing instant boner in the changing room at
Wild Waves. His entire body had heated up as his penis jerked
upright. He knew it was caused by his seeing Misha naked, but he
had no idea why that affected his body the way it did. The only saving
grace was that Misha got instantly hard as well.

What he did know is that he wanted to see Misha naked again, only
for a longer time. He had liked seeing Ian naked, and it kind of
excited him to know his friend was naked in his sleeping bag, but that
brief moment of seeing Misha gave him feelings beyond his
comprehension. He fell asleep with those thoughts in his mind.

The next morning Patrick and Ian had breakfast wearing nothing but
t-shirts and briefs. "Are you sure you two aren't overdressed for
breakfast?" Brian asked.

"We could take off our shirts," Patrick said.

"Or take off even more and be a naked Wombat and Ian," Roy said.

"Grannana would be mad if we got naked for breakfast."

"Only if you did it during dinner," she said as she entered the dining
room carrying a plate stacked high with pancakes. Patrick noticed Ian
was in full blush mode, his face almost as red as his hair.

After breakfast, the two boys played together until Ian had to get
dressed to go home. Ian placed his overnight bag and his sleeping
bag by the door and was ready for his mother when she drove up.
Patrick felt like he had made another good friend on his soccer team.

After Ian left, Patrick asked Roy if he was going to have "the talk"
about sex stuff that night.

"Sorry, Paddy. Tomorrow might be a school holiday, but it's not a
football holiday. I have morning practice, so I am heading home
soon."

"But you promised," Patrick whined.

"I promised to show and tell before Thanksgiving. Tomorrow is only
Labor Day, so be patient.

"I can't be patient, I want to know. Especially after what happened
yesterday."

"What happened yesterday?" Brian asked. He'd been sitting on the
couch watching soccer on television.

"Nothing," Patrick and Roy said simultaneously.

"Doesn't sound like nothing to me," Brian said.

"The wombat ended boned up in the changing room," Roy said.

"Roy, you didn't have to tell him," Patrick whined yet again.

"He kind of knows something happened."

"And, you two are correct," Brian said. "It really was nothing. I don't
think I ever had it happen to me that young, but I certainly managed
to bone up in a locker room or two."

"You did?" Patrick asked.

"And so has Roy."

Patrick looked at Roy. "You did?" he asked again.

Roy nodded. "But I admit, the first time wasn't until I was eleven or
so. I mean you went from zero to everything and you're only nine.
What a stud."

"I am?" Patrick asked with a sense of pride.

"You be," Roy said, tousling his nephew's hair.

That night, Patrick fell asleep thinking of Misha. He couldn't wait for
school to start just so he could see him again. He now had to figure
out how they could become more than teammates and classmates.
He wanted them to become friends.

++++++++++++

Misha liked Ben a lot, and Ben liked Misha. They had become good
friends, and would remain friends for a long time, but there were two
things that would keep them from becoming best friends: their age
difference and their sexuality. However, on the Saturday night after
their time together at Wild Waves, their differences didn't matter.

Misha's parents thought very highly of Ben. They knew he had gone
out of his way to make friends with Misha and to make the boy feel
comfortable. While at that time they didn't see the differences in
sexuality, they understood that the differences between a ten-year-
old, even a mentally mature ten-year-old, and a thirteen-year-old
were not easily overcome.

But that night, after a day at Wild Waves, a barbecue put on by
Misha's parents for Ben's family, and an evening of game playing, the
two friends were very comfortable with each other. Ben thought
nothing of being naked in bed with Misha. After all, he'd been the one
to teach Misha about jerking off and to teach him what he knew about
sex. Or, so he thought. Yes, solo masturbation was new for Misha,
but if Ben knew how much sexual experience the ten-year-old had he
would have been amazed.

The two of them talked about their long day, especially how much fun
they'd had at Wild Waves. It didn't take long for the topic to hit on
what had happened in the locker room.

"You sure sprung a hard-on in a hurry in the locker room," Ben said.

"It made me surprised," Misha admitted.

"You weren't the only one. You saw that other kid with a boner and
you were like, sproing!" Misha giggled hearing Ben's description.
"You said that kid is going to be in your class at school?"

"Yes. That is Patrick, but we can call him Paddy or Pat. But I like
Patrick the best."

"He's kind of a little runt. Even his boner was little."

"He is nine. He was skipped a grade."

"Wow, no wonder he's so little. He must be really smart."

"Everybody says you must be very smart to go to that school," Misha
said, trying not to sound like he was bragging.

"How come he made you get a boner?" Ben asked.

"I do not know, he just did." Misha was busily playing with the erection
he'd had ever since Ben planted his naked body next to him.

"I got boners when I was ten, but I never had one just go out of
control like that until I was like twelve."

"I have one now," Misha said.

"Me, too.  I'm horny. Let's jerk off."

"Can I do it to you?"

"Well, you know, I don't like other guys touching me. When my
girlfriend does it to me, it's really fine. I jerk off a lot with my friends,
but we talk about girls and never touch each other. But, it's cool if you
or Troy does it to me or I do it to you. You're both cool and would
never tell anybody we did it."

"I would never ever tell." Misha reached over and placed his small
hand around Ben's four inch rod. "Yours is getting bigger and you
have some hair on it."

"Yep, and I'm shooting stuff, too. It's all clear, not like Colin who really
shoots thick shit out. But he's got big balls and lots of hair around his
cock. I guess he's not a virgin any more either. But he still likes to
circle jerk with me and my friends, which is so cool."

Misha felt along the scattered silky pubes. There really wasn't much
to feel since Ben had just started sprouting them. Misha remembered
the older boys at the orphanage who had pubic hairs and how he
liked running his hand through them as he jerked them off or gave
them blow jobs.

He wished he could give Ben a blow job and feel his smooth balls
and feel his short, straight pubic hairs while he did it, but he'd learned
enough about Ben's preferences to not bring up the topic. He was
happy just to masturbate his friend and have him return the favor.

He started working on Ben in earnest. When Ben got close, he pulled
the covers away. "Your mom would think it really weird to see pecker
tracks on the sheets: she'd sure know they didn't come from you."

Misha knew a ten-year-old at the orphanage who shot out clear
semen like Ben, but didn't mention it. He didn't want Ben to think he
was somebody who liked jerking boys off, even if it was true. The two
boys awkwardly manipulated each other's cocks, trying not to get
their arms tangled, when Ben pulled a surprise.

Taking his hand off Misha's three-plus inches, Ben told him he
wanted to try something. He pulled Misha's hand away and then
rolled on his side. "You face me."

"What are you doing?" Misha asked, as if he really had to ask.

"A couple of times me and Carrie have been naked on her bed and
she jerked me off. But, one time, I rubbed my dick on her stomach
and it felt so good." Misha didn't ask who Carrie was. Ben had been
through at least three girlfriends since they'd met.

Ben started rubbing his cock along Misha's belly. The feel of Misha's
hard little boner poking him gave him another idea. He adjusted
himself so that his boner touched Misha's and started rubbing again.

"Oh, shit, that feels really good. Me and Carrie kissed doing that, but
no way I'm gonna be gay and kiss you."

"I don't know how to kiss that good anyway," Misha said, which was
actually a lie. While the boys at the orphanage were big on sex, they
weren't big on kissing. Vasia and Nikki were the exceptions, and
they'd both taught him a great deal about the art of kissing. Misha
loved to kiss and was hoping to convince Ben to show him how to
kiss just like he'd convinced him to show him how to masturbate.

"Maybe somebody needs to show you how," Ben said hoarsely.

"It could help me," Misha said.

Ben placed his lips on Misha's and pushed. It was the kiss of a tyro
who hadn't been shown the art of kissing. Misha started to open his
mouth when Ben pulled away. "That is too gay," he said, somewhat
frightened by how much he liked having his lips against the lips of
another boy. Misha was disappointed that the kissing wasn't going to
go any farther. This time he'd needed to be the one to give lessons.
Ben obviously had more to learn about kissing. Even though he didn't
know Carrie, Misha felt the girl needed to be kissed better than how
Ben kissed.

The boys went back to dry humping. The chatter stopped and was
replaced by little high pitched squeaks and moans as they
concentrated on their own desires. Ben's were fueled by raging teen
hormones while Misha was reliving some of his favorite memories of
the orphanage.

"Oh, fuck, man, I'm gonna cum. I need a cum rag or something," Ben
said.

"Do it on me."

"Serious?"

"Yes."

"Carrie thinks it's gross if I shoot my shit on her."

Ben went back to work, pushing hard against Misha's hairless cock
and smooth pre-teen body until he grunted and shot three clear drops
of semen over his young friend. It was the first time Misha had felt the
warmth of a boy's seed on his body in well over a year and he loved
it. Before Ben could pull away, Misha wrapped his arms around his
smooth young teen skin and yelped and shook with his best dry cum
in what seemed like eons. Misha had visions of Patrick's hard cock in
the locker room as he felt spasm after spasm shoot through his cock
and body.

"Damn, you have some hard orgasms for a little dude," Ben said. "We
better clean you up."

"I am okay like this."

"Alright, whatever floats your boat."

Misha cuddled up to Ben, putting his arm around the older boy,
pleased that it wasn't knocked away. He felt happy and satisfied after
a good day. He quickly fell asleep, wondering if Patrick would want to
do things like this with him.

++++++++++++

And so it was that the five boys of the newly formed Puget Posse got
through the Labor Day weekend the hard way. It had Patrick
wondering why he got a boner so quickly that he couldn't even react
to cover it up. It had him wondering what caused it, or maybe it was
who caused it.

Neville had come so close to being naked with his step-cousin. It had
thrilled him to show her his boner. The night after that incident he
busily masturbated, debating on whether or not he should go to Vicki
in the guest room and see if she wanted get naked with him. But he
decided against it. She was only ten, and he was a ten-year-old boy
who would rather be with a girl like Kathy who knew what she was
doing. He ended up being somewhat satisfied with masturbating,
because a part of him wanted to be naked with Vicki anyway.

Misha woke up before Ben on Sunday morning and kissed him lightly
on the lips, wishing they belonged to a friend who really wanted to be
kissed. Ben said a boy kissing a boy was gay. Nobody talked about
gay at the orphanage. Most boys didn't like to kiss each other, but
some of them did. Either way didn't seem to bother anybody, at least
among the pre-teens and teens. Misha's thoughts turned to Patrick
and he wondered how they could become friends, and if Patrick liked
to kiss boys.

Mark and Matthew had a party for some of their friends on Monday.
Adam, Brock, and Peter were there. Since it was Monday, it was
nudist day. The weather was sunny and warm, the pool was inviting,
and the day was spent skinny dipping. Michelle and Megan wanted
nothing to do with being around a bunch of naked little boys and
spent the day at the home of one of their friends.

Boners came and went, dicks and balls were rubbed and tugged and
pulled. Somehow Peter's little boner ended up in Mark's mouth, and
later in Matthew's at the same time Brock's found Mark. But, it was all
quick and fun and done in the water of the pool. It wasn't something
any of the four considered to be sex. Nobody would mistake what
they did as full-blown fellatio.

Brock and Peter remembered jerking off with the twins and wanted to
do it again. That certainly wasn't a problem for the twins, and they
showed Adam what it was all about while they rested from a late
lunch. The circle jerk was as much show-and-tell as sex, making it
almost innocent fun for the five boys.

As all the pre-pubescent hard-ons subsided, school snuck up on
them. Wednesday was there as quickly as it took to spring a boner.
The seventy fifth graders starting their first day at the Puget Academy
got into cars, SUVs, vans, and school buses, ready for a day that
would be far different than orientation had been. They were dressed
alike in their school uniforms. They were all feeling nervous,
confident, and scared. All of them knew the boys on their table teams,
and now they were ready to expand their horizons and make new
friends. The question for now was who those friends would be.

Next: Fifth Grade-The Bottom Rung