Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 21:17:57 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 19

Greetings. The challenge has arrived at last. Paul and Curt, the
eighth grade guides, convinced the Posse and the Fantastic Five to
take part in the penis size challenge. Will the young boys be shy
about their goods, or will some of them go beyond what Paul and
Curt had in mind?

The disclaimers are still valid.

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Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 19
CHALLENGES

"This is going to be so freaky," Will said as he sat next to Patrick on
the bus. "I had to jerk off last night I was so excited," he whispered
conspiratorially.

"You mean you do it?" Patrick asked. "Like you do it all the way?"
Patrick was not naïve, especially for nine, but his knowledge base
wasn't all that good either. He thought a boy had to be older, like a
teenager, to go beyond the playing with himself stage that he was in
and get into the "do it all the way" stage. He loved playing with
himself and did it as much as he could, even in front of his dad, Uncle
Ted, and Grannana when he sat naked on the couch. He had loved
doing it with Zane, the first boy he'd messed around with, when they
both were eight.

Nobody had ever told him he was old enough to go all the way with
his dick, but maybe he was, he thought. Maybe that was what Uncle
Roy was going to show him. But, for Patrick, it was too much work to
keep going to that mythic end point, and he couldn't imagine having
anything feel any better than what he was doing.

"Sure, don't you do it?" Will answered Patrick's question with a
question of his own.

Patrick said nothing, but the slight shake of his head said everything.

"You need a big brother like I have to teach you things. There's
nothing better than doing it."

When Jeremiah got on the bus, he once again stopped next to Will
and Patrick. "Look at that, you two homos are sitting together again.
You must be boyfriends or something." Jeremiah wasn't all that sure
just exactly what his comment meant, but he knew he was handing
out a major insult, especially about Will and Patrick being boyfriends.
Boys were not supposed to have boyfriends. His father said only
homos were like that, and being a homo was a very bad thing. While
Jeremiah was working at being a kinder, gentler boy, seeing anyone
from the Posse seemed to bring out the worst in him.

When the bus arrived at school, Patrick made a major mistake as he
left his seat; he stepped in front of Jeremiah, a breach of bus
etiquette. The result was getting his ears flicked three times as he
walked to the front of the bus. Jeremiah stopped his tormenting
before they reached Mrs. Deaver's seat where she would
undoubtedly see what he was doing. Since she didn't have eyes in
the back of her head, Jeremiah was confident his hassling Patrick
had gone undetected.

"Jeremiah, keep your hands to yourself. You should know that kind of
behavior doesn't wash on my bus."

How did she know? Jeremiah wondered, looking at the thick black
and gray hair covering the back of her head, checking to see if the
bus driver actually did have eyes in the back of her head. "I wasn't
doing anything," he said with all innocence, deciding there was no
way she really saw him.

"Jeremiah, lying to me is an even worse sin than flicking somebody's
ears."

"I was just playing." Jeremiah all but confessed his transgression.

"Do you think he was just playing, Patrick?"

"I don't know, I didn't feel anything," Patrick said as he literally jumped
off of the bus. The last thing he wanted to do was rat on Jeremiah; he
was already way too much of a target.

"Don't be surprised if Dean Cutler has a word with you today. Now,
let's get the line moving; the people behind you are justifiably
impatient with your blocking their way."

"The only reason I'm blocking their way is because you stopped me,"
Jeremiah protested. The glare from the bus driver told him he had
just sunk himself into an even deeper hole. He didn't wait for a reply
from Mrs. Deaver. He left the bus hating Patrick for being a geek and
Mrs. Deaver for being a bitch.

Will and Patrick quickly scurried up the front stairs and into the
school. Will wasn't intimidated by Jeremiah, but he also didn't want to
deal with the hassle of confronting him. He knew what the school
rules were regarding altercations and he didn't want to deal with the
repercussions, at least as long as he didn't have to.

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

Kristy Kirkwood pulled up to the unloading area just after Will and
Patrick disappeared into the building. The twins tumbled out of the
back in their usual state of disarray. They were both wearing uniform
polo shirts which had somehow managed to come untucked from
their dark blue shorts.

Jeremiah met up with Tony and Conrad, another boy from their class,
and was letting them know how unfairly he was being treated by Mrs.
Deaver. "She said she was going to turn me in to Cutler, all because
of that geek Patrick. He pisses me off." Jeremiah took a moment of
pleasure at the looks on his friends' faces as he flaunted the rules of
the Academy with his expletive.

"Patrick isn't a geek," Mark said as he and Matthew passed the trio.
He had caught just the last part of Jeremiah's rant. "He's our friend,
and me and Matthew don't have geeks as friends."

"If we ever see you outside of school," Jeremiah said, "we're gonna
beat you totally up. And that's after I bloody up
that...GEEK...Patrick."

Matthew gave Mark a shrug, which Mark translated as, "That loser
isn't worth our time." The twins had better things to think about, like
the big challenge at lunch. They were confident that, outside of Paul
and Curt, they had the biggest dicks. The twins were really into the
whole measurement business because it was a competition and they
loved competitions no matter what they were about.

They had talked about it the night before in their bedroom, with
Matthew lying naked in Mark's bed with Mark.

"We might be bigger than the eighth graders," Mark said.

"Only if we are extra big and they are extra small," Matthew told him.
"And we for sure aren't extra big." They had looked up average penis
sizes by age on Mark's computer when they got home from school
and soccer practice. They measured each other's erect penises and
were pleased to be at three-and-a-half inches.

"That's pretty good," Mark said. "The web site said three-and-a-
quarter was the average age for eleven."

"And we're still only ten."

"But only for a couple more months," Mark said about a birthday that
was still over three months away.

"No doubt we will have the biggest ones except for Curt and Paul.
Their average size is over five-and-a-quarter."

"Remember," Mark said, "they could be extra small."

"Do you think we'll be even bigger tomorrow if we don't have an
orgasm tonight?" Matthew asked.

"I don't know. It's not like we have...," Mark fought to remember the
word he'd read on the website, "...emissions."

"Let's not chance it. No orgasm tonight, emissions or not."

"Then go sleep in your own bed," Mark said.

"Why, can't you keep your hands off of me?"

"Just go."

"But I got a boner."

"Me, too," Mark said. "That's why you gotta go."

"Do you think we're sex fiends?' Matthew asked.

"Maybe, but if we are I kinda like it."

"Me, too. But, if I go you owe me a big time BJ tomorrow night."

"You're on."

Matthew pulled back the covers and got up from Mark's bed. Mark
surprised him by getting up as well. He tapped his boner against his
brother's.

"What are you doing?" Matthew asked.

"Instead of a fist bump I'm giving you a boner bump."

"We gotta teach the posse to boner bump," Matthew said. "That can
be like our secret handshake,"

"Are you serious?"

"Serious as a rubber crutch."

"You're crazy," Mark said.

"Yep," Matthew agreed. "Night, brother."

"Good night, brother."

The boys were asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillows.

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

Neville didn't fall asleep quite as quickly as the twins. He was
apprehensive about the challenge coming up the next day. If he had
known the challenge was really going to happen, he wouldn't have
agreed to it. But, it looked like in a little more than twelve hours it
would be a reality.

He wished Dylan had come in for a session, but it didn't happen. He
needed to talk to Dylan. Neville felt his step-brother understood things
boys did together better than he did. He had questions he needed
answered and decided to go to Dylan's room to ask them, even if he
had to wake up his step-brother.

Neville tip-toed out of his room and went naked down the hall to
Dylan's. He slowly opened the bedroom door, not bothering to knock.
He hoped Dylan was awake. Now that he was in this step-brother's
room, waking up Dylan didn't seem quite as good an idea as it had
when he was in his own bed.

But, Dylan was awake, and when he flicked on his light, Neville could
see why. The bed covers were pulled off to the side and Dylan's
smooth, athletic eleven-year-old body was exposed in all of its glory.
Neville focused on the nearly four inch hairless erection that gave
away what Dylan had been doing.

"What do you want?" Dylan asked somewhat testily. He was not
embarrassed by what he had been doing or he would have covered
himself, but he was upset at being interrupted in mid-wank.

"I needed to ask you a question," Neville said with an uncharacteristic
shyness.

"I didn't think you were here for a session." Dylan and Neville had
gotten to calling their masturbating sessions in Neville's bed just
that—a session.

"I was hoping you would come to my room, tonight."

"You're lying. You never hope for that to happen, but it never bothers
you when it does."

Neville didn't want to argue, so he sat on the edge of his brother's
bed. "Your willie is getting pretty big," he said.

"It's growing some," Dylan said with a hint of pride.

"Do you and Cody ever measure your willies? You know, to see who
has the bigger one?"

"Yes, we've done that. Why?"

"So it isn't something that is really weird to do?"

"Most boys do it, I bet. But you haven't told me why you're asking."

Neville had gotten to trust Dylan enough that he felt he could bare all.
But, he had to make absolutely sure he could trust his step-brother.
"You cannot tell anybody what I am going to tell you. Not even Cody."

"I won't tell."

"Completely promise?"

"You can bite my nuts if I tell anybody."

"That`s gross. I would never do that no matter who you told." Neville
went on to tell Dylan about the challenge and how it came about. "Did
you do a challenge last year in fifth grade?"

"Nope. And I never heard of anybody doing it. But, I guess if
everybody is supposed to keep it a secret how is anybody going to
hear about it?"

"Nobody keeps secrets very good," Neville said.

"Including you."

"You're my brother. I thought I could trust you completely."

"You can. It's really cool we're becoming good brothers now. I like it
better than how we started."

Neville nodded. He looked down at the floor and said very quietly,
"Will you measure mine?"

"Serious?"

Neville nodded.

"It mean's I'll have to touch you," Dylan said.

"I said I would do the challenge, but I didn't want anybody to see my
willie and nobody could touch it. But...but...I don't...wany..." Neville
hadn't put his glasses on and Dylan couldn't miss the tears building in
his step-brother's eyes. He placed a hand on Neville's bare shoulder.

"You don't want what, bro?" Dylan asked gently, with a feeling of
empathy rare in a young boy. For the first time he realized he was
becoming very fond of the intruder in his life.

Dylan's hand on his body and his using the word "bro" with quiet
feeling caused Neville's tears to flow, running down his ruddy cheeks
unchecked. "I don't want to always be different. I want
my...my...teammates to like me."

Dylan wanted to tell him that he could try being nice to everybody, but
he realized this wasn't the moment to do that. He wondered if he was
that weird when he was ten, which wasn't even a year ago.

"I think they'd be your friends even if they didn't see your dick."

"I know, but...but...but, it's really hard to say what I mean."

If Dylan were older at this point he might talk in terms of philosophy
and metaphysics, but at age eleven he could no more explain what
was in his mind at the moment than Neville could.

"It's cool. I'll help you, bro." He took his hand off of Neville's shoulder
and maneuvered around him to get off of the bed. He went to his
desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a clear plastic ruler. He
returned to his bed and knelt in front of his step-brother. Neville had
lost his erection and was desperately trying to revive it.

Dylan was certain that if he placed his lips around the little uncut cock
it would spring to life instantly, but he submerged his desire. Instead,
he put his fingers around it and started rubbing it. He was half-
expecting Neville to protest, but his step-brother said nothing,
emitting only a soft growl as Dylan's fingers started working their
magic.

Neville wiped away his tears and watched as Dylan brought him back
to a full erection. What Dylan was doing felt good—it felt very good. In
fact it felt better than any sensation he'd had in his groin, outside of
an orgasm, since his last time with Kathy.

As much as Dylan wanted to masturbate Neville to an orgasm he
stopped and let go of his brother's boner.

"Why did you stop?" Neville asked, surprising Dylan.

"I was doing this to get you a boner, not to get you off."

"Oh, yes, that's right." Neville had gotten so caught up in the feelings
Dylan was creating that he forgot that he was sitting on the bed  and
allowing his brother to masturbate him.

"Where are they going to measure you?" Dylan asked. "From your
balls to the tip or from the end of your cock at your pubes?"

"Nobody said, and I don't have any pubes."

"I was just saying...Okay, I'll do it from both." He'd watched Neville
pull back his foreskin enough times during their sessions to have an
idea of how to do it. He wanted his measurements to go to the tip of
the penis and not beyond that to the end of the foreskin. Dylan took
both measurements.

"How long is it?" Neville asked. Dylan told him. "Is that good?"

"I don't know. It's a quarter inch smaller than mine, and mine's about
average, at least among my friends."

"So, I will do okay tomorrow?" Neville noted Dylan's admission that
he had measured himself with more than one friend.

"You'll do fine. You'd do fine even if it was as big as a splinter. They'll
all love the skin on it. I bet hardly anybody else has theirs." He looked
up at Neville. "Can I finish it off?" he asked with a pleading whisper.

Neville's answer was to lean back and spread his legs. Dylan got up
on the bed next to his brother, once again squelching his desire to
suck Neville off, and returned to masturbating him. He placed his
fingers around Neville's just under three inch rod as Dylan became
the first boy to masturbate him. Within minutes he had his dry
orgasm, his little body shaking, his little ass rising off of the bed, his
little high pitched squeals making Dylan afraid his parents would
hear.

"That was good," Neville said. "Better than I thought." He pushed
himself up into a sitting position. Dylan lay supine behind him.

"I'm glad you liked it. We got to do it again." Neville said nothing.
While the experience had been good, he had a few guilt feelings
creeping through his psyche. "Maybe next time you can do me,"
Dylan said. His instincts told him that it wasn't going to happen that
night. "I'd even like to sleep with you sometime."

"Maybe sometime," Neville said noncommittally.

"You know what I can't figure out?" Dylan said. He didn't wait for an
answer, "I can't figure out where you guys are going to do this. You
can't all just go into a bathroom at lunchtime and take your pants off."

"There must be some place," Neville said. "Paul and Curt said they
had a place. Everybody says there are lots of hidden passageways
and rooms in the basement."

"And everybody says they're all haunted, too."

"Haunted rooms do not exist," Neville said with haughty conviction.

"I've heard stories." Dylan turned off the light on his nightstand. "I
better turn this off so mom or dad don't see the light from under the
door. Now, if you want to stay you will need to jerk me off, otherwise
go back to your own room."

Neville felt a momentary desire to wrap his little fist around his step-
brother's cock, but rose from the bed.

"And if you're worried about your dick size," Dylan said, "don't be. It
measured out okay tonight. Just let them measure it and remember
you have a nice one."

"Do you really think so?"

"I do. If they were having a dick beauty contest you'd win. Just having
your skin left would be bonus points."

Neville smiled to himself as he went back to his room. He didn't feel
nearly as nervous about the challenge now that he'd talked to Dylan.
He was feeling more and more happy about having a big brother. He
was confused some by what had just happened between him and
Dylan, but he didn't shut the door on it happening again. Maybe
Dylan is right, he thought. Maybe next time I can do it to him.

This time, when his head hit the pillow he fell right to sleep.

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

Misha didn't suffer the angst that his Posse teammates did. Being
naked, hard, and sexual in front of and with other boys was nothing
new to him. The rest of the Posse consisted of sexual neophytes,
while he was sexually experienced beyond his years. He wondered
whose dicks he'd see and how undressed they would become. But
more importantly to him, he hoped he'd be able to see Patrick with his
pants down.

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

Before school started, Paul and Curt gave their teams their final
instructions. While all ten boys knew where they were supposed to
meet, they still had no idea where the challenge would take place. In
fact, their assembly point made the challenge location even more
mysterious. The two eighth graders spent the morning trying to keep
their raging boners at bay.

The ten fifth graders gathered their lunches at the end of third period
and headed for the gathering place, which was near the main office.
The reason given to others for the get together was that the two
teams wanted to learn about student government. Paul and Curt were
both active in student government and said they were willing to meet
with the two teams and answer their questions. Their job as the
guides for their teams didn't end just because school had started.

As soon as Patrick saw where they were, he had a pretty good idea
of where they were going. "We're going to go into that hallway," he
said, pointing to the corridor to his left.

"Patrick is correct," Misha said.

"Yeah," Mark agreed, "we're going into the cellar."

"Where it's haunted," Matthew added.

The boys were partially correct. Instead of going to the door that had
taken them down the steep stairway to the cellar during the
scavenger hunt, they headed in the opposite direction to the main
staircase. Paul and Curt led them down a wide set of stairs to the
basement. The boys had noticed the stairs before, but never had a
reason to go down them.

The main basement consisted of storage areas as well as meeting
rooms. Paul stopped at a door and pulled a key out of his pocket. He
unlocked the door and the boys followed him into a large room. The
room was furnished with three tables surrounded by standard school
chairs. Along one wall there were three overstuffed chairs. There
were also two desks with computer monitors. A counter with a sink
lined the wall across from the big chairs.

"Whoa, this room is way cool," Mark said.

"What is this place?" Lucas asked.

"It's a special lounge that only student government officers can use,"
Curt said. "We can have lunch here and study here. Things like that.
A member of the student senate can come in here, too, if he is invited
by an officer."

"You're a student body officer?" Mike asked.

"I'm not, but Paul is. He's the sergeant-at-arms. I am running for
student senate and I'm sure I'll win."

"I am going to run for student government," Matthew said.

"You'd have my vote, but I'm running against you," Mark told his
brother.

"Why didn't you tell us you were an officer?" Mark asked Paul.

"It just never came up."

"Why isn't anybody else down here?" Will asked.

"Because it's not upper grade lunch period, and the sixth grade
officers don't know about this yet, plus the senate election isn't until
next week."

"What about fifth graders?" Neville asked.

"That's complicated and we don't have time to talk about it if we want
to get the challenge done and eat lunch," Paul said.

"We're going to show you our wieners when we eat our lunch?" Lucas
asked. "That's gross."

"You are going to eat here," Paul said. He pulled another key out of
his pocket and unlocked a door at the end of the room, "and me and
Curt are gonna measure in there," he said, pointing into the next
room.

"What is that room?"

"That is for eighth grade officers only," Paul said.

"That's not us," Chance, another member of the Fantastic Five, said.

"But sometimes we are allowed to have a guest come in with us.
Since we're teaching you about student government you should get
to see some of our privileges."

Paul explained the rules again.

Then Curt said, "You will get to see something gross to start,
Chance." Chance, who had already laid out his lunch on the table,
blanched. "Me and Paul are going to measure right here, right now."

Knowing time was short, the two eighth graders didn't wait for any
comments. They unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped, dropping
their uniform pants and their underpants to the floor. The fifth graders
noted that Paul was wearing brown, green, and yellow plaid boxers
while Curt dropped white Jockey briefs.

The two thirteen-year-olds were rock hard. Most of the fifth graders
were slack-jawed at the sight of the sexually charged pubescent
boys. They noticed that Paul had a smattering of pubic hair, but Curt
was bald in his pubic area, just like they were. For Lucas, Mike, and
Chase, this was the first time they'd ever seen another boy's boner.
The experience caused the three boys to bone up quickly. The boys
who weren't already hard didn't remain flaccid for long.

Paul had a tape measure with him. He pulled out the tape and placed
the end at the base of Curt's cock along his bare pubic area. "Four
and three-quarters," he said.

Curt looked down. "You're cheating. I know I'm at five inches."

"We said we'd round to the nearest quarter inch. Look down. It's
closer to what I measured than five inches is."

"I want a second opinion."

"Sure, plus we'll get a third; one from our team and one from mine."
Paul looked at the group and asked for volunteers. Every hand but
Neville, Chase, and Mike's went up. Paul picked Patrick from his
group and Curt picked Ellis from his.

Ellis was almost as small as Patrick. He was extremely bright and
very well-spoken. But he was more of a listener than a talker. He had
thick blond hair that almost glistened. He wore it at the maximum
length allowed by school rules, touching his ears on the sides, almost
to his collar in the back, and across his forehead in the front. In his
previous school he'd worn his hair over his ears and down to his
shoulders. He was often mistaken for a girl, which hadn't bothered
him at all. He had enjoyed playing with dolls, eschewed sports, and
when he did talk, he had a somewhat feminine lilt to his soprano boy
voice.

At home he liked to apply lipstick, enjoying the look it created. His
mother, who had always wanted a little girl, taught Ellis how to
properly apply the lipstick and would occasionally allow him to put on
makeup.  Since he was six, Halloween was his favorite holiday,
because that was when his mother let him dress as a girl in public,
right to the wearing of makeup. Ellis's father worked overseas as a
petroleum engineer and was rarely home.

Ellis also wore girl's panties on occasion, often wearing them and
nothing else to bed. Going to bed sometimes meant sleeping with his
mother. His mother liked the presence of her son in her bed. To get
Ellis to sleep with her, she would bribe him with special lipstick, or
panties, or girl's clothes. He and his mother both loved his long,
flowing hair, and having to cut it was almost the deal breaker for
enrolling Ellis at the Puget Academy. But his father insisted on the
placement, and that ended any argument.

Ellis's mother took away his lipstick and makeup the rare times his
father was home. While his father was a good man, he and his young
son had little in common and that, along with his father's extended
absences, had created a large gap between the two. To his credit, his
father, when he was home, had started to put in the effort to bond
with his somewhat unconventional son, with some positive results.

While Ellis wanted to dress as a girl, he had no desire to be a girl. He
loved his little cock and played with it incessantly. His mother made
no attempt to stop him. She lectured him on being discreet in public.
Even though she wished the boy was a girl, she also found his
obsession with his penis to be sexually stimulating for her.

Ellis and Misha were the only non-virgins among the ten fifth graders
in the room. He had lost his boy cherry recently to a thirteen-year-old
neighborhood boy. Once he got over the initial pain, he loved being
fucked. He did it as much as he could with the neighbor, as well as
some of the neighbor's teen friends. Ellis loved being a bottom.

As a result, when Ellis got up from the table to give his opinion of the
measurement, he saw nothing strange about having his little boner
sticking out of his unzipped uniform pants. After all, he thought, the
gathering was all about boners. But his brazenness drew gasps from
the other nine boys, all of whom were as boned up as Ellis was. For
the moment, however, they kept their junk in their pants.

Patrick looked at the finger thick three-inch white cocklet with its
swollen pink head. He didn't know Ellis other than as a classmate, but
he liked what he saw. He almost wished he'd thought of exposing
himself first.

Paul and Curt were surprised when Ellis pulled out his boner. They
were more surprised that it was Ellis who was the first to show off his
boner, not that someone had actually let his cock be exposed. They
thought the brash twins would be the first to yank their prizes out of
their pants. Paul desperately wanted to put the succulent morsel into
his mouth. Ellis and Patrick looked at the second measurement of the
two teens and agreed it was a tie.

"Okay, guys, we gotta hurry or we'll never get this done in one lunch,"
Paul said.

"Then we can come back and eat in here again," Matthew said. "This
is really cool. Just like Ellis is cool for showing off his boner."

"Yeah," Mark said. "I'd show off mine, too, but I don't want to make
everybody jealous."

"I don't know if I can set this all up again," Paul said. "So, me and
Curt will hurry up and get you measured. Patrick, you're first." Curt
and Paul had already decided what order they wanted to measure the
boys. The two eighth graders pulled their pants up, but didn't fasten
them.

Patrick looked around the room, getting thumbs up from his
teammates. He followed Paul and Curt into the smaller room and
waited while they removed their shoes, then stripped off their pants
and underpants. Except for their socks, the two teens were now
naked from the waist down. Patrick saw that Paul had some clear
liquid seeping out of his cock slit. He wanted to ask what it was, but
was afraid to look like an ignoramus.

The room had two desks, each with a computer and a desk chair on
wheels, a small table with a chair on each side, and two overstuffed
chairs against one of the walls. Patrick noticed that there was another
door with a lock on the wall opposite the door they'd used to enter the
room.

"Pull down your pants, Patrick," Paul instructed gently.

Patrick did the unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip routine, dropping his
pants and briefs to his ankles, his hairless cut boner sticking almost
straight up into the air. Paul placed his tape measure along the top of
the young boy's penis, sending a shiver through the nine-year-old.
"two-and-a-quarter," Paul announced and Curt scribbled the number
into the notebook they'd placed on the desk.

"Is that good?" Patrick asked shyly.

"Yeah, for a little nine-year-old guy like you, that's excellent." Patrick
grinned with pleasure.

"Tell Will he's next."

Patrick pulled up his pants, but kept them unzipped, his little boner
sticking out proudly, and left the room.

Will entered the room and dropped his pants. "You've got a lot of
precum," Will said to Paul.

"You know about precum?" Paul asked.

"My brother, Gary, makes a lot of it,"

"Gary Vaughn is your brother? Wow, he's really a cool dude," Curt
said.

"Yeah, he shoots out a ton of cum," Paul said. "But, I bet you already
knew that." Will blushed and nodded his head. "He's the first guy I
ever saw shoot cum, and we were right in this room when he did it."
Paul skipped telling Will that he had received his first blow job from
his brother. Will measured out at three-and-a-quarter, pulled up his
pants and left to call for Matthew.

Matthew stood up from the table, his pants already open and
unzipped. He dropped them and his boxers to the floor and stepped
out of them, having already shed his shoes. He pointed down to his
hard, cut, hairless boner and said, "Just letting you all know what the
competition is like."

Paul and Curt were not surprised when the fifth grader walked into
the back room naked from the waist down. "Wow, what's that coming
out of your dick?" Matthew asked.

"It's called precum," Paul said, surprised that Matthew didn't know.
The twins had struck him as being a very worldly pair, which they
were. However, they still had a lot to learn about the sexual side of
life. "You can look it up later, we gotta get this moving." He measured
Matthew, giving the athletic looking boy an extra feel and a quick
fondling of his smooth balls. He thought the twins were a very sexy
pair of boys. The extra feel elicited a quick, involuntary groan. "Three-
and-half," Paul told Curt. It was exactly what Matthew had expected.

"Dude, I'm gonna blow my wad real quick if we don't get all this done
in a hurry," Paul said as Matthew left the room.

"You're not even touching your cock," Curt said.

"It don't matter, I'm so ready to shoot."

Mike was next, and he had the surprise of the day, measuring in at
four-and-a-quarter inches, almost as big as they were. His balls were
dropping and hung down low. He had a hint of very light fuzz in his
pubic region. Curt wondered if his sexual maturity was the reason
Mike was shy about exposing himself. Whatever his reason, except
for being a little shorter, Mike's genitals were more mature than those
of thirteen-year-old Curt, which Curt also noted to his chagrin. The
eighth graders wondered if he already shot cum.

Misha came in next. Paul looked him over, enjoying the sight of the
boy's uncut cock. It wasn't the first one he'd seen, and he found them
to be very sexy. Without asking, he slowly peeled back Misha's
foreskin, exposing his red cockhead.

"Wow, sweet," Paul whispered, commenting both on Misha's still
having his foreskin and the ample size of his junk. Misha loved the
touch of the older boy and his mind flashed back to the orphanage
and to Nikki.

"Shit, Paul, no wonder you're gonna blow you load. You just keep
standing there perving over everybody on your team. Why do I have
to have a best friend who's gay?" Curt asked no one in particular.

"Because you like how I suck your dick, doofus." Misha took in every
word of the exchange, knowing better than any of the fifth graders in
the basement just what it was the two eighth graders were saying. In
fact, he probably knew more than the two thirteen-year-olds about the
ways of boy sex. He wished Paul could give him a blow job right then.
He had an image of the two of them naked on the floor doing a sixty-
nine with Curt watching.

"Four-and-a-half," Paul said.  Misha pulled up his pants and left to get
the next boy.

"I didn't think anybody would beat Mike." Curt said.

"It sure didn't take long for it to happen," Paul said.

When Ellis came in he was completely naked. He had stripped in the
main room. "Fuck, if Vargas comes in to see what we're doing with
our student government lessons, we're all fucked," Curt said.

"You should be fucked, anyway," Paul said.

"I told you, you ain't getting my ass," Curt said.

"You've had mine. It's only fair that I get yours."

"You can fuck mine if you want," Ellis said in his sweet little boy lilt.

"You mean you've been fucked?" Paul asked, his boner and entire
abdomen twitching at the thought. Ellis nodded, shyly.

"This is getting out of control," Curt said. He measured Ellis's little
dinky. "Two-and-a-half."

Paul watched Ellis's cute little ass leave the room, imagining his cock
plowing it on the room's carpet. Curt was having the exact same
thought as his hairless boner quivered. He was getting as close as
Paul to an explosion.

Neville came in next, quickly revealing his boner through his unzipped
pants, allowing Paul to take his measurement. He didn't say a word
and made no eye contact throughout the entire process. Paul found
himself nearly drooling as he looked at another uncut cocklet. "Three
inches." That was exactly what Dylan had measured, Neville thought
as he left. He was pleased that the experience hadn't become sexual,
not knowing how much Paul would have loved to make it sexual.

Lucas came in at three-and-a-half. Mark entered naked, both to outdo
his brother and to not be shown up by Ellis. He, too, was three-and-
half. Just like his brother, Mark invited a couple of extra strokes and a
fondling of his balls by Paul. Like Lucas and Neville, Chase came in
fully dressed. He exposed himself for Curt to measure and came out
at an even three inches.

The two teens went out into the main room, still sans pants and
undies. Mark and Ellis were still naked, and Matthew hadn't bothered
putting his pants back on. The ten-year-olds were entranced by
watching Ellis sitting in one of the big chairs jerking off as well as by
Will, who was in another seat.

"You're right," Paul said to Curt. "It's out of control."

"If we get caught...," Curt started again.

"It may be out of control," Paul breathed, "but it's fucking hot!
Besides, I don't see you and me with any pants on."

"Who won?" Will asked.

"The Puget Posse won by a smidgen," Paul said, eliciting a round of
cheers. "We have the biggest dicks and the sexiest team."

"Now for part two," Curt said. "We're almost out of time. I got the slips
you guys filled out. Now, we'll match them up, biggest cock wins. And
like we promised, we won't give out anybody's sizes."

He had five slips of papers in a small box. Paul had a similar box with
five slips. Each slip had the name of a boy from the guide's team.
Paul pulled out Patrick and Curt pulled out Lucas. Patrick stood up
and showed off his little boner, but Lucas didn't react.

"That goes to Lucas," Curt announced. He had the notebook with the
measurements in it.

"One-zip for the Fantastic Five," Will said.

"This is dumb," Lucas said. "If we didn't win the total, how can we win
the matchups?"

Before Curt could respond, Will said, "Quit whining Lucas. It's almost
time for the bell and we need to get this finished. I have a feeling it
will work out." Lucas scowled, but said nothing.

Misha and Ellis had the next draw. Since Ellis was naked and Patrick
was showing off what he had, Misha stood up and dropped his shorts
and boxers to the floor. Patrick almost swooned when he once again
saw Misha's junk. Misha won the match-up. Mike won his match
against Matthew. "Damn, the dude must be huge," Matthew said as
he pushed his hips out and proceeded to start masturbating. Mike
kept his mature cock in his pants.

Mark beat Chase, tying the score at two apiece. It was now down to
the last two so no names needed to be drawn. Curt declared Will the
winner over Neville, giving the Fantastic Five the win and a tie in the
challenge.

"How are you two going to break the tie?" Patrick asked.

"By who was the biggest between them," Matthew said, pointing to
the eighth graders.

"We were tied," Paul said, "so it's going to be like this..." He looked at
Curt. "Ready, dude?"

"Ready."

"Winner takes all," Paul said.

The two thirteen-year-olds started frantically jerking off. They stood
side by side hammering on their young teen meat. They were so
horned up it didn't take long to get the desired results. Thirty seconds
after starting Paul moaned and said, "Oh, fucking shit, here I cum."
He started shooting squirts of cum in an arc out of his boner, the light
boy crude splatting onto the floor, the Puget Posse cheering every
squirt. Even Neville was excited by the display. While Misha and Ellis
were the only ones who'd ever seen a boy shoot his sperm, there
was no doubt in anybody's mind, about what they had just seen.
Paul's last dribble had barely leaked out when Curt shot his watery
effluent onto the floor next to where Paul's landed.

On a chair against the wall Ellis said, "That was dope," and his body
shook with his intense dry orgasm. Just as he released his cocklet
the bell rang ending lunch. Those who weren't fully dressed found
their clothes and pulled them on quickly. Matthew was disappointed
he didn't have an orgasm in front of everybody, but time had run out.

Paul pulled a paper towel out of a dispenser on the wall next to the
sink and quickly wiped the semen off of the floor. "The Posse rules,"
he announced to more cheers. Next week the members of the
Fantastic Five would give 25 credits to the Puget Posse boy they'd
matched up against in part two of the challenge.

The afternoon found the boys talking and whispering about their
lunch every chance they got. The challenge had ended up being like
sex with two of the twelve boys getting fully naked, four taking their
pants off, two of them pulling their dicks out in the main meeting
room, six of them masturbating, and three of them having orgasms.
Only Neville, Mike, Lucas, and Chase kept their goods hidden in their
pants.

Ellis, whom none of them had thought much about because of his
quiet demeanor and standoffishness, was suddenly quite the center
of interest, not only for the fifth graders on the two teams, but for Paul
and Curt as well.

Every boy on the Posse, except one, had an orgasm that Friday
night. Matthew and Mark went the sixty-nine route with each other.
Neville let Dylan masturbate him again as he gave a blow-by-blow
account of his lunch. Neville once again wouldn't touch Dylan's boner
and was content to watch his step-brother jerk himself off after he
finished doing Neville.

Misha enjoyed the fruits of his own hand. He wished he'd followed the
lead of Ellis and Matthew and stripped naked, or at least had done
what Will and Patrick had done and pulled his cock out of his pants
right away. Maybe he could have jerked off some like the twins and
Will and Ellis had done. That way he could have shown Patrick how
sexy he was. He was desperate for sex with somebody, and by sex
he meant more than just the messing around he did with Ben. He
wanted full-fledged naked body contact sex. There was very little he
missed about the orphanage, but he missed the sex terribly.

While Patrick played with his cocklet, he was once again reluctant to
pull the trigger and go all the way. He knew he was supposed to go
as far as he could to get the good feeling, but he couldn't work up
whatever energy he needed to do it. He'd seen Paul, Curt, and even
Ellis do it. He could hardly wait for Roy to teach him how to take the
final step.

Paul and Curt had no idea things would go as far as they did. They
weren't thinking that an orgy would break out during the challenge.
But, since they got away with it, they agreed it couldn't have worked
out better. They jerked off to orgasms in their own beds that night as
they relived the sexy afternoon in the school basement.

In his own bedroom, Mike answered one of their unasked questions.
He grabbed some tissue and wiped the drops of clear cum off of his
not quite bare pubic area.

The Puget Posse had seen a whole new world during that Friday
lunch. What happened would not only have an influence on their own
relationships, it also brought them a bit closer to the boys of the
Fantastic Five.

Next: Riders