Date: Sat, 17 May 2014 22:40:17 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 2

Greetings and welcome back. This chapter details the early life of
Patrick Gardner up until his first day at the Puget Academy.

The Chapter One disclaimers apply as always. The story is mine, it
contains sexual situations, and you should be 18 to read it.

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You can contact me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com



CHAPTER 2
PATRICK


Even with all of the family issues in his life, Patrick was a happy boy.
He knew he had the love of his father, his Uncle Ted, and of Maxine,
his Grannana. His mother lived somewhere in the Puget Sound area.
He rarely heard from her other than a present or two on this birthday
or at Christmas.

Patrick's father, Brian, also known as the Bratt, knew that his son was
quite bright. From the time he entered kindergarten it became
apparent to his teachers as well. He was already reading when he
enrolled at Aurora Park Elementary, and often became bored and
rebellious as he zipped through his easy lessons and waited for his
slower classmates to catch up to him.

Brian knew his son's teachers were doing their best, but large classes
had them teaching to the center of the class, often at the expense of
the faster and slower students. He wished he had the means for
enrolling Patrick in a private school. But private schools cost plenty.
Even those which had partial scholarships were beyond his means.
He made just enough money to be ineligible for full scholarships.

Brian loved it when, at age three, Patrick, or Paddy as he was called
at home, asked for a stuffed wombat after seeing a show on wombats
on television. As a result, the boy was also known as The Wombat, a
nickname he enjoyed. After he learned to read, he became a wombat
expert. He was never shy about sharing his knowledge. In fact, he
wasn't shy at all.

Patrick enjoyed music. His father was an accomplished guitarist who
had played in small bands in high school and during the brief time
he'd spent in college. He gave Patrick guitar lessons and found the
boy to be a talented singer. He joined the school chorus in second
grade and had a small solo part in the Spring Fling program.

Sports became a part of Patrick's life as well. He tried coach pitch
baseball when he was seven, but found he couldn't hit the ball even
when it was virtually placed on a tee for him.

"Dad, I like baseball, I just don't like playing it," Patrick announced
when the season came to an end. Brian didn't believe in forcing his
son to do things he didn't truly want to do, at least as far as outside
interests went.

Patrick did pick up Brian's love for soccer, however. Brian had played
since he was a preteen until he tore up his knee when he was a
senior in high school. A couple of attempts to play recreational soccer
as an adult ended with more knee problems, so he became satisfied
to follow the sport. He was an ardent fan of the Seattle Sounders and
took Patrick to Sounder games when they could afford it, or Ted
could procure free tickets for them.

While Brian had had blazing speed on the field, Patrick did not inherit
that trait. He did have excellent lateral quickness, however, and good
hand-eye coordination. He had the makings of a goalie, which his
coach quickly discovered. Seven, eight, and nine year olds couldn't
spend an entire game in the goal by rule, but Patrick was there
whenever he could be, and loved the position. It was a position of
great responsibility, and he was a boy who loved responsibility.

Patrick wore his hair short, as much by his choice as his father's. He
liked not having to comb it or worry about cowlicks. Both his Uncle
Ted and Grannana wished he would grow it out, but he was happy
with it short.

He also loved being naked. His usual dress around the house was
nothing. He would often sit idly on the couch watching television and
play with his little cut wiener. Sometimes he'd work it to a boner,
which felt the best, but usually he just rubbed along its flaccid length.
Both his Uncle Ted and his father were attracted to boys, which
helped explain their laxness when it came to his mode of dress, or
lack thereof. It was also why they all but ignored his public fondling.
Maxine was a retired nurse and had seen so many penises in so
many different states that one more on a preteen boy didn't bother
her at all.

Uncle Ted enjoyed sitting next to the naked boy. After all, he and
Patrick's father had been lovers from the time Brian was eleven until
just after he turned seventeen. Ted liked boys, and while his grand-
nephew was a bit young for his tastes, he still found the naked boy
intriguing. He also knew that Brian didn't want him messing with
Patrick, and he honored his nephew's request.

But, it wasn't unusual for Ted to sit next to Patrick and put his arm
around his bare shoulders, hugging him in close. Patrick enjoyed the
intimacy as much as Ted did. Ted would observe the young boy
playing with his cocklet and fight off the temptation to help him.

Patrick liked seeing the wares of his peers and plotted ways to get a
look at things in the boys' room, or elsewhere. He and his friend and
classmate, Zane, had checked each other out more than once. The
first time was when they were both seven and in second grade. Zane
lived a half-mile from Patrick and it wasn't unusual for them to visit
each other on weekends. The first time they exposed themselves to
each other was in Zane's bedroom.

The two of them were lying prone on the floor, playing a game.
Patrick noticed Zane's ass shifting some as he appeared to be
humping the floor.

"What are you doing?" Patrick asked.

"I dunno," Zane replied. "Nothing." Zane had truly not been aware that
he was doing something out of the ordinary.

"You're moving your butt around."

"Oh, that. It feels good when I do that."

"How?" Patrick had a pretty good idea of how it felt good since he
knew the great feelings he got playing with himself on the couch, but
he wanted Zane to say it. The state of affairs was starting to interest
him.

"It makes my wiener feel good."

Patrick humped the floor for a few seconds and agreed it felt pretty
good. "I like to play with mine. That feels good, too."

"What do you mean play with it?" Zane asked.

"I just rub it with my hand. Want me to show you?" He was usually
naked around his house, so he had no compunctions about showing
his friend his junk. Since he often played with his little boy penis in
front of his uncle, his dad, and his great-grandmother, none of whom
seemed to mind, he also had no compunctions about doing it in front
of his friend.

Patrick's father told him that what he did around the house was fine
with him as long as they didn't have company. He also reminded his
son that playing with one's genitals was a private thing, and he
should remember that not to play with himself in public.

"Can I do it with a friend if we are private?" Patrick asked his father,
making Brian almost laugh out loud from the innocence of the
question.

"Only if your friend really wants to do it; and only if you do it in
private."

"Okay." Patrick gave his father a loving hug. "Thanks, dad."

It was only a couple of weeks later that Patrick asked Zane if he
wanted to see how to rub his penis. Zane was not quite as open
about his body as Patrick, but his curiosity overcame what trepidation
he had. He told Patrick to show him and Patrick quickly stood up. He
unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and yanked them to his ankles.
Zane sat on the floor, looking up at his friend's striptease.

Since the boys had taken their shoes off, Patrick was able to easily
step out of his jeans. He stood before Zane wearing only a Seattle
Sounder t-shirt and a pair of tight, white briefs. Zane had no problem
making out Patrick's little package inside of his briefs. He had even
less of a problem making it out when Patrick pulled down his briefs,
exposing his nub of a cocklet and his smooth marble-sized testicles.

"Wow, you're almost naked," Zane said. He was somewhat awestruck
by how easily his friend had exposed himself.

Patrick sat on the floor in front of Zane and started playing with his
flaccid boy penis as Zane watched wide-eyed. The stimulation started
to make his little cut penis hard. "When I do this, I get a boner a lot,"
Patrick said.

"That's what a boner is?" Zane asked.

"Yep. When it gets hard it's called a boner. Adults call it an erection."

"Mine gets like that when I rub in on the floor."

"Try rubbing it with your hand," Patrick suggested.

Zane hesitated, but finally pulled down his shorts and briefs, revealing
his little boy penis and balls. Like Patrick, he was cut. He had lost his
erection once he quit humping the floor.

The two seven year olds watched each other play with their
hardening penises. Patrick's lengthened to an inch-and-half while
Zane's pencil-width dick was about the same length. Patrick knew
that there was a possible reward if he played with himself long
enough, but he did not yet understand that the reward was the
primary reason for playing with himself and hadn't gone that far yet.

"I wonder who is bigger," Patrick said.

"I think I am," Zane replied.

The two boys got on their knees and shuffled close to each other.
They placed their cocklets together. From what they could figure out
they were close to the same size, although Patrick's was a bit thicker.
The thought of taking their play to a sexual conclusion didn't occur to
the boys, although Patrick was interested in touching Zane's boner
with his hands.

It wasn't going to happen this time, however. Zane's mother called
out to them, telling them lunch was ready. They had forgotten all
about her. Zane quickly pulled up his pants while Patrick grabbed his
off of the floor and dressed. Both were happy that they hadn't been
caught. They had enjoyed their brief moment of partial nudity
together. It was not the last time they would undress in front of each
other.

In a lot of subtle ways, Patrick's life changed after he turned eight. His
birthday was May, 8, which was a Monday. His father told him he
could invite his best friends over for a party on the Saturday before
his birthday. He invited six of his classmates, including Zane. Patrick
was a likeable, popular boy, and all six accepted his invitation.

"Can everybody spend the night?" Paddy asked his dad, hoping he
could have his first ever sleepover.

"That is way too many for a sleepover," Brian said. "And besides,
you're still a bit young for sleepovers."

Patrick put on one of his best sulky looks, hoping it made him look
sad and forlorn. "Please. I'm going to be eight, and that's old enough
for a sleepover. Please, oh please, can I?"

"I'll tell you what...how about you very discreetly ask one friend to
stay the night." Paddy grinned his wide grin and clapped his hands
with excitement. "It will be a test night. But, it's for your birthday, so
don't make a habit of asking."

"I won't," Patrick said as he crossed the fingers of his left hand.
"Um...discreetly means doing something so everybody doesn't know
you're doing it, right?"

"You are a very intelligent Wombat. That is correct."

Patrick cornered Zane at school the next day and asked him if he
could spend the night after the party on Saturday. Zane had never
spent the night at friend's house and was as excited about it as
Patrick. "But my mom's gotta say it's okay," he said.

"Ask her nice," Patrick told him. After Zane's mother talked to Brian's
dad, the boy received permission for the overnight. Both boys could
not contain their excitement for the next two days.

Patrick's first big birthday party was a huge success. The birthday
boy and his six friends played games, ate cake and ice cream, played
more games, and had non-stop fun. Following Brian's request, Zane
and Patrick didn't mention anything about Zane spending the night.
As far as the departing guests knew, Zane was simply going to be the
last to leave.

The overnight was a big success, as well. Brian let the two of them
stay up past their bedtime. It was a birthday sleepover, after all. Even
though Brian had warned Patrick that his friend might wear pajamas
to bed, Patrick was genuinely surprised that Zane might actually
sleep in his PJs. He'd been sleeping in the nude since he was five
and thought everybody did. Brian gave Patrick a simple plan, which
was for him to sleep in his underpants.

"Why can't we just sleep naked?" Patrick asked.

"Zane probably has different standards about nudity than we do.
Maybe when he's older he can make decisions about getting naked,
but for right now, let's not make it an issue."

Patrick reluctantly agreed, even though the two of them had been
close to naked in Zane's bedroom not long ago. The box of sexual
knowledge had been opened that afternoon at Zane's house,
however. After Brian tucked the two boys into Patrick's twin bed and
turned out the light, Zane asked if he could turn the light back on.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" Patrick asked sincerely.

"No. I was hoping we could look at each other's wieners before we
went to sleep," Zane said.

Patrick liked how Zane was thinking and turned the light on. They
turned back the covers. Zane could see the little bulge in Patrick's
white briefs, but Patrick couldn't make out a thing under Zane's
Seahawk pajamas. Patrick quickly exposed himself to his friend,
yanking his briefs down to his knees. Zane unbuttoned his pajamas
and pulled them down to his ankles.

"Can I touch it?" Patrick asked. Zane blushed a deep red, but nodded
yes.

Patrick touched the flaccid little cocklet, surprised when it started to
move and harden in his grasp. It was the first time he'd touched a
penis other than his own, and the first time Zane had ever been
touched in his private place.

"That feels good, Patrick. Can I touch yours?" This time it was Patrick
who nodded yes.

Zane rubbed Patrick, causing him to spring an erection as well. Zane
was the first person to place his hands on Patrick's penis for reasons
other than washing it when he was a toddler.

Even though Patrick knew there was an outcome involved when
something sexual happened, he wasn't terribly interested in getting
there. He couldn't imagine anything feeling better than just rubbing on
his penis, especially when it was hard. On the other hand, he had just
discovered something that felt better, and that was having Zane rub
his penis.

"I like to sleep naked," Patrick said as Zane rubbed his cocklet.
Without waiting for his friend's response, Patrick pulled his briefs all
the way off, and was now stark naked. His act of undressing had
caused the two of them to release each other's boners.

"I always sleep in my PJs," Zane said.

"You can sleep naked, too, if you want."

Zane said nothing. Instead he peeled off his pajama pants and was
now wearing only his top. Patrick couldn't explain why, but he wanted
to unbutton Zane's top; the idea was exciting to him. Zane didn't
resist as Patrick opened the five buttons from top to bottom, exposing
Zane's smooth, white chest and abdomen. Patrick placed his hand on
his friend's chest—it felt so soft it almost made him shiver. Zane
started wiggling and soon had his top off. Both of the eight-year olds
were now naked.

They spent another fifteen minutes playing with each other's smooth
balls and thin little boners, as well as discovering that rubbing a
friend's chest and belly could be stimulating for both as well. But they
were both young and both tired. Their bodies' desire for sleep
trumped the sexual pleasure they were receiving. The bedroom light
went out, the bed covers were pulled up, and the two young boys
found another bit of pleasure; having their two warm, naked bodies
snuggled up against each other felt incredible to both of them. They
fell asleep, wrapped up in each other.

Zane's mother considered her son too young for a lot of sleepovers,
but the two friends visited each other frequently, and played with
each other's genitals whenever they could. The two had become best
friends, and not only because of the sexual play between the two.

Patrick's father and uncle both loved trains, and he often went train
watching with one or the other. His Uncle Ted took a lot of train
photographs, while Patrick's father was content to simply watch. He
didn't want to spend money on camera equipment; it was needed too
much elsewhere.

However, Brian also felt his son needed to experience the world. He
put money aside when he could with the result being a summer train
trip. Brian, Ted, and Patrick often rode the Sounder commuter train
from Seattle to Tacoma and back. They had taken trips on the Amtrak
Cascades to Portland and Vancouver, BC. But the summer between
second and third grades would be his first trip on a long haul train.

Patrick and his dad left Seattle on June 19, the Monday after school
let out for the summer.  They left Seattle's King Street Station at 4:40
on the "Empire Builder". Brian and Patrick traveled in a roomette in
the sleeping car section. Patrick got to eat in a real dining car for the
first time. He sat awestruck as the train spent fifteen minutes
traversing the eight mile long Cascade tunnel. He was so excited
when it came time to sleep, he felt he would never be able to actually
get to sleep.

After the attendant put down their beds, Brian and Patrick undressed
in the confined space of the roomette. Patrick was used to being
naked in front of his father, and used to seeing him naked. They had
showered together frequently until a couple of months before Patrick
turned eight and Brian told him he was old enough to shower on his
own. While Patrick enjoyed the independence of his own shower, he
also missed the close personal contact with his father and the
intimate conversations they had while showering.

Patrick stripped naked, not embarrassed by his boner. His father had
seen it a lot of times, and had patiently explained why boners
happened. Patrick climbed up into the upper bunk and watched as his
father stripped. Father and son loved to sleep naked.

"Dad?" Patrick asked in his young boy soprano voice after his father
had turned out the light in the compartment.

"Yes, son."

"If you rub on your penis for a long time, it's supposed to feel extra
good, right?"

"That is correct."

"How long does it take for that to happen?"

There was a long silence, broken up only by the sound of the train
racing across the Eastern Washington desert. Brian took a few
seconds to formulate an answer, then said, "It depends on a lot of
things. First, everybody takes a different amount of time. And nobody
does it in the same amount of time when they do it. It can depend on
when you did it last, or how sexually excited you are.  Age makes a
difference."

"Does being a wombat make a difference?"

"I can't answer that question since I am not a wombat, but being a
wombat could make you sexier."

"I like being sexy."

Brian had no answer for that comment, so he decided to ask a
question of his own. "Have you rubbed yourself to an orgasm yet?"

"Is an orasm when you get the really good feeling at the end?"

"It is. And it's called an orgasm, not an orasm."

"I never had one. It feels good when I rub myself, but then I get tired
of doing it and quit."

"Rubbing your penis is called masturbation."

"You told me that before, but I forgot the word."

"Good night, Wombat."

"Dad?" Patrick asked. It looked to Brian that he might not get a lot of
sleep that first night on the train. Patrick appeared to be too excited to
calm down enough to sleep.

"Yes, my young Wombat?"

"The two times me and Zane slept overnight, we slept naked." Zane
had had his second sleepover the previous Friday, which had been
the Friday school let out. "We both like doing it. I thought you should
know."

"Thank you for your honesty, son.  If he's okay with it, I don't have a
problem with it."

"We masturbated each other."

Brian was not surprised at Patrick's openness. He felt it was a result
of him and Ted being open about sexual things since he was a
toddler.

"But you didn't have orgasms?"

"No. We get tired and fall asleep."

"When you get older and start making sexual hormones, you won't be
falling asleep before you have a climax. You will be amazed as to
how different things will be when you masturbate, or if somebody
masturbates you."

"Is a climax like an orgasm?"

"They are two different words for the same thing."

"I am doing the masturbate thing right now."

"Then I'll let you enjoy yourself. Good night, son, I love you."

"Good night, daddy, I love you, too."

Patrick didn't reach his first orgasm that night. Brian did have an
orgasm, but he had no way of knowing which number it was. He'd
quit counting before he'd turned twelve.

The next morning saw the "Builder" running through Glacier National
Park. It crossed the Continental Divide at Marias Pass. Patrick sat in
the Sightseer Lounge car, entranced by the passing mountain
scenery. He hadn't moved since having breakfast in the diner just
before the train arrived at Whitefish, Montana.

By the time lunch time arrived, the "Empire Builder" had left the
Rockies and was now in the Great Plains. Patrick soon quit counting
heads of beef and amused himself with reading and hand-held video
games.

On the second night out, Patrick fell asleep almost instantly. They
arrived in Chicago the next afternoon and took a cab from Union
Station to their hotel.

That night, Patrick surprised his father by joining him in bed instead of
getting into his own queen bed. "You know I'm sleeping naked," Brian
said.

"I'm not blind, daddy. I saw you get into bed. It's not like we haven't
slept together naked before."

"You were much younger then, son."

"Sleeping with you makes me feel like I'm safe."

Naked or not, it didn't matter. Patrick maintained his distance from his
father. He just wanted the security of having him close by. He was
asleep within minutes. The next morning, Patrick showered with his
father. Brian knew that protesting would serve no useful purpose, so
he let the eight year old into the shower with him, reminding that
things would go back to normal when they got back home. Except for
each other's backs, the two of them washed themselves.

They spent the day at the Museum of Science and Industry, where
Patrick was fascinated by the "Pioneer Zephyr", the German
submarine, and the huge model railroad layout, among other things.

That night he was back into bed with his father.

"I might was well have gotten us one bed," Brian said.

"I don't feel homesick, here."

"You're homesick, even with me around?"

"A little. Uncle Ted and Grannana and Zane aren't here and I miss
them. I miss Deli, and T-Bone, and Ramses," he added, referring to
their two dogs and their cat.  "I miss Grand Pop, too." Grand Pop was
Brian's father, who lived south of Seattle in the small town of
Mayfield. Patrick loved his Grand Pop and didn't get to see him as
much as he liked. "When I'm close to you, I don't miss them as
much."

Brian gave Patrick a hug, and this time the boy slept snuggled close
to his dad. He didn't like the feel of his hairy skin as much as he did
Zane's smooth body, but being this close to his father made him feel
safe and loved.

The next day they visited the Natural History Museum, and went to
the top of the Willis Tower. Brian was reluctant to walk out onto the
glass overhang that had him looking 1300 feet straight down, but
Patrick loved standing on it.

That night was their last night in Chicago, and once again Patrick
joined his father in bed. Brian had thought about sleeping in his
boxers this time, then decided since Patrick wasn't bothered by his
nudity, there was no reason to dress.

"Dad?" Patrick asked as Brian turned the lights out.

"Yes, my little Wombat?"

"Have you had an orgasm on our trip?"

Brian mentally shook his head. He hadn't had the audacity to ask
those kinds of questions until he was eleven and started having sex
with Uncle Ted. He felt honesty was the best policy when it came to
the subject of sex, so he gave an honest answer. "I have had one."

"With me in bed with you?"

"No. It was on our first night out on the `Builder.'"

"You said that when guys get older and make the stuff that makes
babies, and that the longer somebody waits to do it the more they
have to do it."

"It's called being horny."

"Are you horny?"

"A little bit."

"Can I watch you have an orgasm?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm your father."

While that answer never made any sense to Patrick, he knew that
when his father said "I am your father" the topic was then closed. In
Patrick's mind it might be closed for the night, but it wasn't
permanently closed. He cuddled up to his father and fell asleep. Brian
turned his body so he was facing away from his son. Having his
smooth, naked body next to him was more than he could stand. He
was happy he'd hidden a washcloth under his pillow as he
masturbated to a satisfying climax. He might be the father of an eight
year old son, but he was only twenty-five, and he had needs of his
own that had to be met.

The next afternoon they boarded the "California Zephyr" for
Emeryville, California. The trip consisted of an afternoon through the
prairie and the next day across the Colorado Rockies. On that day,
Patrick was introduced to "moon river" as he got mooned by a
number of kayakers and rafters, including a full moon from a raft of
six. He thought the mooning was hilarious.

That night they sat in the sleeper after dark, playing Phase 10. Patrick
had stripped naked, even though his father told him he'd have to put
something on when they asked the attendant to put down the beds.

"I can just put my shorts on," the boy said.

Patrick enjoyed playing with himself as they played cards. He had the
feeling his father enjoyed watching him—maybe not as much as
Uncle Ted did or Zane did, but he could tell his father was getting
some pleasure out of it.

After his father beat him at the game, Patrick put on his shorts and
pressed the call button for the attendant. That night his father had his
third orgasm of the trip. Patrick, who was sleeping in the upper bunk,
tried for awhile, but found himself falling asleep before he could bring
his masturbation to a conclusion. He just didn't think an orgasm was
something worth staying awake for.

The next day they traveled through the Sierra Nevada most of the
morning and early afternoon, the climb over Donner Pass being the
scenic highlight. They arrived fifteen minutes early at Emeryville, their
destination. They now had a six hour wait for the "Coast Starlight"
which would take them home. Dinner and a movie at a nearby theater
took up much of their waiting time.

The next morning they took their first shower on a train. They
showered in the community shower on the lower level. Brian said he
would start the shower for Patrick, but the boy insisted they shower
together. The shower was a tight fit. The close quarters had them
touching as they washed, and the touching caused Patrick to get an
erection. His father was amused as to how often he'd seen his son's
hard, not yet two-inch rod during the trip.

Patrick enjoyed his last three meals on the journey. Breakfast, lunch,
and dinner were all special, simply because they were eaten in the
dining car with his father. The boy loved the trip and loved train travel
even more.

"I love you, daddy," Patrick said as the "Coast Starlight" raced
through the Green River Valley between Tacoma and Seattle.
"Thanks for taking me."

"You're welcome. And I love you too, Sir Wombat."

Patrick smiled. While he had loved riding the rails, he was happy to
be coming home. He wanted to see Zane and sleep with him and tell
him about his adventures. But most of all, he wanted to touch his
friend and have his friend touch him, which is what happened the day
after Patrick arrived home.

Bad news befell Patrick just before he started third grade when he
found out Zane would be moving south to Portland. Both boys were
saddened by the news, but were happy they would be able have a
final overnight together.

Of course they slept naked and engaged in sexual play. Looking back
when he was older, Patrick wished he had known more about sex
when he and Zane were buddies. He wished his father and uncle had
taught him the things they knew. He wished his Uncle Roy, who was
his father's step-brother, had given him lessons earlier. Roy was a big
football playing high school boy of sixteen when Patrick started third
grade.

Once again Patrick and Zane didn't reach orgasm, but they gave
each other good feelings as they rubbed, touched, and even licked
each other's chest and bellies. The thought of licking each other's
genitals wasn't something they considered. Kissing each other's lips
wasn't attempted either. But they still had an erotic time together for a
pair of eight year olds.

  One of the things Brian found out during his chats with Patrick was
how much the boy missed Zane. Patrick was outgoing and had many
friends. But none of them were like Zane, a boy he had crush on
without knowing it was a crush. Brian knew they'd engaged in sexual
play and that Patrick and Zane had crushes on each other.

Patrick sometimes had behavior problems in school when he got
bored, but they became more frequent during third grade. Brian found
himself making frequent trips to Aurora Park School to deal with his
son's acting out.

When Patrick had acted out in first and second grade, there was a lot
of talk about "consequences", an educational euphemism for
punishment. But Aurora Park now had a new principal, Mrs.
Woodruff, who came to the school when the school district had their
annual movement of principals between schools. Mrs. Woodruff and
Patrick's third grade teacher came up with some programs to use the
boy's strengths instead of emphasizing his weaknesses.

It was mid-February when Patrick's uncle Roy came for a weekend
visit. He lived north of Seattle in Mt. Vernon with his and Brian's
mother and her second husband. She was obviously a bit more of a
dedicated mother to Roy than she had been with Brian.

Brian met Roy as he stopped in front of the house. He gave his
younger brother and big hug. "I have to pick up Grannana. She's
visiting her sister and I think the visit has reached its limit. You have a
very eager nephew waiting for you in the house."

"How far away does Aunt Lila live?"

"I should be gone about forty-five minutes or so."

"Time enough for a brief lesson."

"You're turning into a dirty old uncle," Brian said with a chuckle.

The sixteen year old loved his older brother, Brian, and came by for a
visit every couple of months. Sometimes he spent the night. This
particular weekend not only did Roy spend both Friday and Saturday
nights, he gave his little nephew his first real sex lesson. Since he
now had a license, he'd driven himself to Seattle for a visit.

He wasn't surprised to see his little nephew sitting naked on the
couch playing a video game on the television. "Hey, Wombat!," Roy
yelled as he came in. Like Patrick, Roy was very outgoing. His
personality filled a room as he walked in, as did his big sixteen year
old body.

Patrick jumped out of the couch and leaped up on his uncle. "Uncle
Gerbil! Dad said you were coming and now you're here." Roy had his
animal nickname just like Patrick and Brian. He'd been known as the
Gerbil ever since Brian, who was the Hamster, had seen him as a
newborn when he was a nine year old.

"And you know why I'm here, right?" Roy asked.

"Because no matter where you go, there you are," Patrick said as his
teen uncle set him back down.

"Seems strange to see you naked and not have a boner."

"I don't get boners all the time," Patrick protested. "That's what big
kids do."

"You mean big kids like me?"

Patrick smiled and nodded an emphatic yes.

"I bet you'd love to see it," Roy said.

"Maybe."

"While we have the house to ourselves, I want to talk to you about
something."

"Okay, what?"

"Sit on the couch with me and I'll tell you."

Roy and Patrick sat close to each other, with the eight year old
snuggling in tight to his young uncle. Roy put his strong arm around
the boy's thin shoulder. "I heard you've been getting in trouble at
school. That your dad has to go there a lot to bail you out."

"No...just a couple of times. And I've been good since the last time."

"Can you guarantee you'll be good?"

"I know I'll try to be good."

"How about I give you some incentive?"

"Money?"

"No, something better than money."

"You mean there's things better than money?"

"Oh yeah, lot's of things." Roy squeezed the boy's shoulder. "I know,
it's hard to believe."

"Tell me what it is."

"I promise to make you feel really good."

Patrick mulled that statement over, and thought about his
conversations with his Uncle Ted and his father, as well as his
playing around with Zane. "You mean...um...like, sex?"

"You make it sound dirty."

"I want to make it sound fun."

"If Brian doesn't have to go to school to get you out of trouble for the
rest of the school year, I'll teach you some brand new things this
summer. You'll be nine and ready, because that's how old I was
when I learned a lot of cool stuff."

"Who taught you?"

"My older brother."

"You mean my dad?" Patrick asked somewhat incredulously, even
though he knew it was perfectly possible.

"They are one and the same."

Patrick gave his uncle a big hug. `Okay, I'll be gooder than good. But
what if dad finds out?"

"I have a feeling he won't mind me acting like your big brother and
showing you some stuff."

"Dad wants me to learn about sex with you?"

"No, I think he probably wants me to teach you about sex. There's a
difference. I think Uncle Ted would like to teach you, but he wants me
to be your dirty old uncle."

"You aren't old," Patrick said.

"Maybe not, but I am dirty," Roy said as he quickly fondled Patrick's
little package. "And, it looks like the plan gave you the little boner I
didn't see when I came in."

"Do you have one too?"

"Yep."

"You see mine. Can I see yours?"

Roy opened his jeans and pulled a thick, rock hard, seven inch, uncut
cock out of the slit of his boxers. "Happy?" he asked his little nephew.

Patrick wrapped his fingers around it, causing Roy to shiver. "Can we
do something now? Please, oh please?"

"We made a deal. Now you have to stick to it."

"I guess," Patrick said with his patented little pout that was having no
effect on his uncle. Then his eyes lit up. "But it will be lots of fun when
we do it. Will you show me how to masturbate so I get an orgasm?"

"Oh my, such big sexy words coming from such a little boy. I will
teach you if you hold up your end of the bargain."

They heard a car pull into the driveway and Roy quickly put his teen
cock away and zipped up. Maxine and Brian came in through the
kitchen door carrying groceries. Roy got up to help unload and put
away the groceries, giving his half-brother a big hug and kiss on the
cheek.

Patrick went with them as far as the door. He didn't have a problem
with stepping outside of the house naked, but not when it was cold
and windy outside.

"Have you two been good?" Brian asked.

"So far," Roy said. "But I can't guarantee the future." He and Patrick
exchanged secretive grins, but Brian knew exactly what Roy was
referring to.

It was a month after Roy's visit that Brian had been called to the
school for another conference with the principal. Patrick was very
upset when he heard about the visit. He was more worried about
being in trouble with Roy than with his father or the principal. He
wanted to learn sexy stuff from his uncle, and that meant his dad
couldn't be called to the school because he'd been bad.

"Dad, I was good. I swear, I was good," Patrick whined. "Don't go to
the school or Uncle Roy won't teach me stuff."

"Well, son, if you've been good then you have nothing to worry
about," Brian said. "Maybe they just want me to re-up for the PTA or
something."

"No, don't go!"

"You sound pretty worried for somebody who claims to have been
good."

"I don't claim it...I WAS good."

Nevertheless, Brian went to the school with a great deal of
trepidation. He and Ted had promised some things to Patrick as well,
if he behaved, although not anywhere near the kind of incentive that
Roy had offered. He couldn't believe that with all of the promised
incentives, and with the new programs set up for him, Patrick couldn't
behave himself for three months.

Brian felt much better after finding out the purpose of his visit. This
was when he learned about having Patrick skip a grade and take the
entrance exam for the Puget Academy.

Patrick had been a nervous wreck the entire day at school. But he
also worked hard to keep his feelings from overwhelming him. He
knew he'd been good and done what had been asked of him, and he
felt betrayed when he found out his teacher and the principal didn't
think he'd been behaving. He was tempted to lash out by
misbehaving, but he worked successfully to keep everything in. He
did promise himself that if he got in trouble for being bad when he
wasn't, he would show everybody the next day just exactly how bad
he could be when he really tried to be bad.

Fortunately, he didn't need to take things that far. His father picked
him up after school and took him out to IHOP for a pancake dinner.
Patrick was relieved to learn he wasn't in trouble. His father explained
what the meeting was about. While Patrick wasn't able to grasp
everything his father was telling him, he did realize his life was about
to change completely.

For the rest of the school year Patrick did his best to behave, and
succeeded. He had done everything that had been asked of him. His
father wasn't called in for any conferences, which was important if his
Uncle Roy was going to teach him new things.

 He also learned more about what going to the Puget Academy was
about. Between the school's high standards and his skipping a grade,
he started to realize that he wouldn't have time to misbehave.
Succeeding at the Academy was going to be a challenge.

Patrick's ninth birthday was on a Tuesday. He decided to have his
birthday party on Saturday. Five of his classmates came, as did his
Uncle Roy. Patrick had fun, but he missed Zane. He asked Roy if he
could spend the night.

"Sorry, Paddy, but if I spent the night, I'd sneak into your bed and
who knows what would happen."

"That would be okay with me. You promised, you know."

"I know. But the school year isn't over yet."

"I'm not going to get in trouble the last month of school. Don't you
trust me?"

"I trust you. How could I not trust a Wombat? But we did make a
deal."

Patrick couldn't spend his birthday party night alone in bed, not after
what happened the year before with Zane. He promised himself he
would never sleep alone on his birthday night, then got out of bed and
went to Brian's room.

"Can I sleep with you, dad?" he asked.

"I'm naked."

"You always say that. I know you always sleep that way. I do, too. So,
I don't care." He climbed under the covers, lay on his side, away from
his father. All the boy wanted that night was the presence of his father
close to him. He drifted off to sleep, feeling warm and safe.

Just before school started, Patrick and his father rode the Amtrak
Cascades to Portland. Zane and his mother were at Union Station to
meet them. They went to the zoo and enjoyed a great day together.
Patrick and Zane were both walking on air all day.

"Dad, can I spend the night at Zane's?" Patrick asked his father as
they waited to catch the MAX in Washington Park's underground
station.

"Not this time, son."

"Why not?"

"Because you can't ride the train home alone."

"Sure I can. I've ridden trains lots of times. I know how to do it."

"I know you do, but Amtrak doesn't know what a specially trained
Wombat you are."

"Can we spend the night some other time?"

"We'll see."

Patrick hated that answer. He liked it better when his dad said "yes"
or "no". "We'll see" never told him anything.

When he returned, Roy had football practice plus his part time job. As
the summer wound down there was no opportunity for Roy to fulfill his
promise to Patrick.

"Don't worry, Paddy. I promise to do it after school starts. We just
need to find the time and place," Roy told Patrick during a brief visit
two weeks before the start of school.

"After school starts is a long time. It could go on forever."

"We'll do it no later than Thanksgiving break," Roy said.

"Promise?"

Roy surprised Patrick by grabbing his genitals through his jeans and
giving them a gentle squeeze. "I promise on your most precious
jewels," Roy said.

"Sounds perfect to me." He looked down at Roy's hand. "You can
keep your hand there."

Roy released him. "You wish. I gotta get back home. See ya,
Wombat."

"See ya, Gerbil."

To Patrick, it seemed to take forever for school orientation to start.
Brian dropped him off at the school, knowing how nervous the boy
was. He was sure he was as nervous as his son was. He knew he
was taking a big gamble with the grade skip and the enrollment in the
Academy. He hoped it didn't all come back to bite him and his son in
the ass.

The school would provide school buses for students once school
started, but Brian needed to drive Patrick on orientation day. He had
taken the day off to be there for his son.

Patrick was greeted by an eighth grade boy who checked him off and
escorted him to a table where four other boys were sitting. He was so
scared his knees were shaking. He hoped that none of the boys could
hear them knocking together.

What he saw was a blond-haired boy who was almost as small as he
was. The boy wore wireframe glasses. He saw two, athletic looking
boys who were obviously identical twins. And he saw a boy with
short, cropped light brown hair who caught his eye for a reason he
couldn't fathom.

Patrick sensed that the twins thought he was some kind of a dork. He
saw the blond with glasses give him a look that said he was an
animal who snuck his way into the cafeteria. Well, I am an animal, he
thought, I'm a wombat. Finally he looked at the brown-haired boy who
was a little bigger than he was. The boy gave him a shy smile, and
Patrick smiled back. He wondered if maybe he might have found a
friend. He felt a surge of unknown feelings when as he and the
brown-haired boy exchanged looks.

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