Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 19:06:05 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 20

Welcome back to visit with the Posse. This chapter will feature a pair
of surprise visitors to Patrick's house.

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CHAPTER 20
RIDERS

While Friday's events in the cellar of the Puget Academy opened
some eyes and hardened some preadolescent cocks, there were
some happenings that weekend that also would have a long range
effect on the Puget Posse. One of those incidents involved Patrick
and the twins on Saturday.

Patrick's Northwest Soccer Club team, the Kickers, had a game at
ten in the morning. The team played in a twelve team league
consisting of mostly nine and ten-year-olds. The league was divided
into two six team divisions. Four of the teams in the league were
under the auspices of the Northwest Soccer Club, the largest in the
area, with the rest coming from other organizations.

"What are we doing after the game?" Patrick asked his father as they
drove to the site of the game.

"We're getting company," Brian said.

"Is it Roy?" Patrick asked eagerly.

"No, it is not Roy."

"Damn."

"Paddy, you watch that mouth of yours or I'll be brooming you,"
Grannana said. She was riding up front with Brian. Patrick and Uncle
Ted were riding in the back seat.

"Sorry," Patrick said with the proper tone of remorse. "So, who is it?"

"If I told you they were two members of your Puget Posse, could you
guess who is coming?"

"Mattie and Mark? The twins?" Patrick asked excitedly.

"Excellent detective work," Brian said.

"They never said they were coming."

"That's because they didn't know about it either."

"That's weird that you kept it a secret."

"This was all planned yesterday."

"It's all weird then," Patrick said emphatically.

The Kickers played the Stars, who were from the Lake City area.
Patrick played the first half in the goal and played offense in the
second half. The Kickers won 3-1, giving them a 2-0 record for the
season.

On the ride home, he spent more time babbling about the twins and
how cool they were than he did talking about the game. Brian couldn't
help but be amused about where his son's interests lie.

As soon as they got home, Patrick leaped out of the car, forgetting his
gym bag, and ran for the door, forgetting it was locked. After order
was restored, Patrick ran upstairs and changed into a t-shirt and
jeans, hoping he wouldn't end up looking dorky when the twins
arrived.

Then, an unanswered question popped into his head and he ran
downstairs to ask the question and get the answer. "When are they
getting here?" he asked.

Brian ruffled his son's hair and chuckled. "I was wondering when you
were going to ask. They have a game at eleven and will come here
for lunch right after the game. I think they're bringing clothes so they
can change out of their uniforms."

"They play on the Lake Monsters," Patrick announced.

"Don't we play them soon?" Uncle Ted asked.

"In a couple of weeks. They're good."

"So are the Kickers," Uncle Ted remarked.

"Not as good as them. They have the twins and they're really good."

"According to whom?" Brian asked.

"Everybody," Patrick answered as if that explained everything.

Patrick went down the hall and back to his room. He flopped on his
bed and thought about the day before. He thought about all of the
dicks he saw. He thought about Mark being naked and Mattie not
having pants or undies on. He thought of Ellis, who was little and
quiet, suddenly being naked. He thought about having his own boner
being touched by Paul and how good it felt. It was all sexy, but while
he had a really hard boner, it seemed like there should be more.
Something was missing that he couldn't explain.

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

The twins were excited about their 5-1 victory over the Colts. But
then, as their father Scott often observed, when weren't they excited?
Matthew and Mark had each scored a goal in the one-sided game.
The Lake Monsters now had a 2-0 record.

"Where are we going for lunch, dad?" Mark asked. Kristy did not
attend the game. The girls played a noon game and she went to their
game.

"We're going to be visiting someone you know," Scott said.

"Really? Who?" Matthew asked.

"Is it somebody cool?" Mark asked, not waiting for an answer to
Matthew's question.

"It's somebody in your class, so he must be cool."

"That doesn't make him cool," Matthew said. "Ellis showed us one of
his feet, yesterday, and his toenails were painted red." He didn't
bother to mention that they'd seen all the rest of Ellis as well, which
was something that helped to tilt the cool meter in Ellis's favor.

"I gather that painting your toenails isn't cool," Scott said.

"Not if you're a boy," Mark said. Once again, getting naked in school
in a meeting room was left out, since one of the twins had gotten
naked as well and the other had stripped down to his shirt and socks.
Since they had been naked or near naked, Ellis being naked had to
be cool.

"He's gonna look totally weird when we start having PE," Matthew
said.

"Well, we're not going to visit Ellis. The boy's name is Patrick."

"Oh, cool," Mark said.

"Yeah, we like Pat," Matthew added.

"I take it he is cool, then," Scott said.

"We think so. He's part of the Puget Posse, and all Posse members
are cool," Matthew said.

"Yeah, even Neville is cool," Mark put in.

"Why are we going there for lunch? Why not to Dick's Burgers?"
Matthew asked.

"Because my car was already greased and oiled this month," their
dad replied. "That question will be answered after we get there."

"Why do you and mom have to make everything a mystery?" Mark
asked.

"Because it suits us."

"That is a lame answer," Matthew said.

"Live with it."

"And that is even lamer," Mark said, "because you say it all the time
and it doesn't mean anything."

"Trust me, someday it will."

"Seeing Patrick at his house will be very cool," Matthew said.

When they got to Patrick's house, the twins immediately saw the
differences in lifestyles and income levels of the two families. They
lived in a big, tri-level house on a large, wooded tract of land. Patrick
lived in a small ranch house in a neighborhood of older homes.

Patrick was waiting enthusiastically at the door as the twins literally
bounced up the sidewalk. "Hi, guys," Patrick said, showing his wide,
signature grin. The twins totally loved looking at his smile, which not
only lit up his face, but seemed to light up everything around him.

"Hey, Patrick," Mark said. "Coming here for lunch is so awesome. Did
you think of this?"

Patrick shook his head. "I didn't even know about it until after my
game."

"We just found out, too," Matthew said.

"Introduce me to your friends, Paddy," Grannana said as she entered
the living room. Patrick made the introductions and then his
conversation with the twins went on like it hadn't been interrupted.

"Did you win your game?" Mark asked. "We won ours five to one."

"We won three to one."

"Me and Mark both scored," Matthew said.

"I had four saves in the goal and didn't give up any goals," Patrick
said.

With the mutual bragging out of the way, Patrick led the twins to his
room so they could change out of their uniforms. Mark and Matthew
looked around the room, impressed by its boyish atmosphere. It was
neat and orderly, but not overly so. There was enough stuff strewn
around to announce that a boy occupied the room. They made no
comment on the fact that Patrick's bedroom was half the size of
theirs.

They did comment on Patrick's soccer and baseball posters that
finished off the "all boy" feel of the room. "Those are great posters,"
Mark said, "but I don't see any Seahawks."

"I don't like football that much," Patrick said.

"Damn. But you do like baseball. You must play it."

"Yeah, I was on a team. I'm not great at playing it,  but I really like
watching it."

"That's cool," Matthew said. "Me and Mark play baseball and
basketball, and we'll play football when we go to a school that isn't
lame and has football. And you know we play soccer, just like you
do."

"Two weeks and the Lake Monsters play the Kickers," Mark said,
being careful not to add anything about kicking the ass of the Kickers.

"The bathroom is across the hall if you want to change there," Patrick
suggested.

"You mean you don't have your own bathroom," Matthew said.

"We only have one in the whole house, except for Nannie's little one."

"Wow. What do you do when you have an emergency?"

"I climb out the window and use the big tree in the backyard," Patrick
said, shooting his status up another notch on the twins' "coolness"
meter.

"WAY cool," Matthew said.

"We can change here," Mark said.

"Yeah, you can watch us. I mean yesterday you saw what we got."

"That was so very cool yesterday," Mark said. "Did you have fun?" he
asked Patrick.

"It was lots of fun," Patrick replied.

"We didn't get do see your dinky," Matthew said as he and Mark
started pulling off their uniforms.

"Dinky?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah, this thing," Mark said, pulling down his jock strap and
exposing his flaccid penis.

"I never heard it called a dinky before."

"Well, you have now," Matthew said. "You got to see ours, but we
never got to see yours."

While Patrick had been a bit shy about exposing himself to the group
during the challenge, he was not shy in his bedroom, which placed
him in a more comfortable zone. He had no problem exposing himself
to the twins; to him it was no different than having Zane in the room
with him. He pulled his briefs and jeans down to his ankles and pulled
off his t-shirt, giving Mark and Matthew a full look at his wares.

"I didn't think you'd do it," Matthew said.

"I thought you'd be, like, too scared," Mark said.

"But Paddy did it, which is really cool," Matthew said. He exposed
himself as well, pulling off his jock and sweaty underpants. He and
Mark were both naked and Patrick was close to it.

"Paddy?" Mark asked. "He gets called Paddy?"

"Yeah, didn't you hear his grandmother call him that?"

"No. Paddy sounds kind of cool."

"My family calls me that," Patrick said. "I like Patrick better."

"Okay," Matthew said. "But you said we could call you Pat."

"I think I like being called Patrick better. It sounds like I'm older, not
just nine."

"Yeah, Mattie, he wants to be called Patrick to sound older," Mark
said.

"And you know I don't want to be called Mattie any more. I want to be
Matthew."

"Mattie, Mattie, Mattie, Mattie...," Mark chanted.

"Shut up or I'll bust your lip when we get home."

"Mattie, Mattie, Mattie...," Mark chanted again, but he had to stop to
laugh. For a moment, Patrick was afraid a fight was going to break
out in his bedroom. But when Matthew started laughing along with
Mark, he managed to relax.

"I think it makes me sound older, too," Matthew said. "Mattie sounds
like a little kid."

"If we were home, we'd take a shower before lunch," Mark said. "But,
we don't stink."

"Maybe I don't, but I bet you do," Matthew said.

Mark lifted up his right arm. "Take a whiff."

Matthew stuck his nose into Mark's underarm and took a big sniff. He
staggered back and fell onto Patrick's bed, gagging as he put both of
his hands around his throat.

"You probably stink worse than I do," Mark said. The second spat
between the two was interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door.

"Are you boys decent?" Brian asked.

"No!" the three of them shouted in unison.

"We're naked!" Matthew added.

"What did you tell him that for?" Mark asked.

"Just in case he still wanted to come in, I thought he should know."
Matthew said.

"Lunch is ready," Brian said, walking away from the door laughing out
loud.

"You're crazy," Mark said.

"At least I don't stink," Matthew said.

"Yeah, well, I don't stick my nose into people's pits."

Patrick had seen enough of the twins' trading barbs to know that they
probably wouldn't come to blows, but for a few seconds he hadn't
been sure.

"Too bad we can't just go out and eat naked," Mark said.

"I do it all the time," Patrick told them.

"For real?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, nobody cares."

"You live in the coolest house," Matthew said.

"Yeah, you do. Let's go out naked," Mark said.

"We better not," Patrick said, feeling a bit cautious. "I've never done it
with friends."

"Damn," Matthew said. "I guess we better get some clothes on then."

The twins put on shorts and a Lake Monsters t-shirt. "Don't you have
a Kickers shirt to put on?" Mark asked.

"I have one."

"Then put it on instead of that one," Mark said. "If we can't eat lunch
naked, then we can eat wearing the coolest shirts."

Patrick pulled up his undies and pants, took his Kickers t-shirt out of a
drawer, and the three went to the dining room feeling very cool,
indeed. The only thing naked was their bare feet.

"It took you guys long enough to get dressed," Scott said chidingly.

"We had to show off our stuff you know," Mark said.

Brian laughed almost hysterically with the three boys as Scott's face
turned a deep shade of red.

"I am so sorry about that Brian," Scott said.

"Don't worry about it," Brian said. "They're boys being boys." After
that things managed to calm down as the boys devoured Maxine's
special recipe lasagna.

Even though it was calmer, it certainly wasn't quieter. All three boys
wanted to know why they were having this special lunch. Not that
they were complaining, they said, because they were having a lot of
fun together (wink, wink), but it was the adults who set up the lunch
so there must be a reason behind it and they wanted to know what it
was. They kept being told to calm down, (which wasn't going to
happen) and after lunch all would be revealed.

After lunch Scott, Brian, Ted, and the boys gathered in the living
room, and order was finally restored, if only for a moment.

"As you know," Scott said, "we live way out at the edge of the
suburbs, farther out than the Puget Academy is willing to send a bus."

"North Lake School is closer," Mark said.

"Yeah, and they have football," Matthew added.

"Boys! If you want to take part in a discussion with adults you will
have to learn to keep quiet and listen."

"But, if it's a discussion, we should be able to talk," Mark said.

"I said an ADULT discussion."

"Then why are we sitting here if it's your discussion?" Matthew asked.

Scott took a deep breath and mentally counted to five. "Because, this
discussion is about you and affects your lives, so we thought you
might want to know what is going on. But, if these decisions don't
interest you, you're welcome to go upstairs and play like the little
boys you are."

"Dad," Mark wailed, "we are not little boys. We're ten years old."

"Yeah, he's the little boy," Matthew said as he pointed at Patrick with
a giggle.

Brian took all of this in; thankful he had Patrick to deal with and not
the rambunctious twins sitting on the floor in front of the couch.
Patrick had his moments, but at least they weren't in living stereo.

"Patrick, you might want to take Mark and Matthew to your room.
Then you're welcome to come back and join us," Scott said.

Patrick gave his dad a pleading look and then glanced over at the
twins. He did not like being caught in the middle of yet another
whirlwind surrounding the twins. It seemed like there was always a
whirlwind surrounding the twins, which was a big reason he liked
them; they were never boring. But, this whirlwind was putting him in
the middle of a conflict with adults, and that was a whole different
deal.

"Sorry," Mark said with just the right amount of remorse in his voice.
"We'll be quiet."

Scott was finally able to take over uninterrupted, telling how he'd
received a call from the transportation director at the Puget Academy
asking if he would like to drive the twins only half the distance each
day. The director said that bus two had some openings. If Scott and
Kristy were open to the idea of taking the twins to and from the home
of one of the regular riders, the twins could ride the bus. He
suggested Patrick or Will's house, since they were classmates of the
twins.

"He told me that Patrick lived closer, and if I was amenable to the
idea, he would contact Patrick's father about Kristy or I using this
house as a staging area."

Brian took over from there. "I received a call as well about it. I said I
was open to the idea. I knew you were on the same team in your
class and you appeared to get along."

"We told him that before we committed we would run it by you boys,
not because you'd be riding the same bus but because the twins
would frequently be spending time here," Scott finished.

"So, what do you think?" Brian asked, not that he needed to. The
excited look on the faces of all three boys said it all.

"Bus two is going to rock," Mark said.

"Thanks, dad," Matthew said. Then he looked at Brian and amended
that to, "Thanks, dads."

Realizing they were now out from under the yoke of the fathers, the
three boys were out of the living room, into the hall, and into Patrick's
room before the adults could blink.

The twins flopped on Patrick's bed while Patrick sat in his desk chair.
The three babbled on about how cool the news was until Patrick said
he had a bit of bad news.

"That kid you guys don't like, Jerry something, rides that bus."

"You mean Jeremiah?" Mark asked. "He's a pussy."

"Yeah," Matthew agreed, "we beat him up once already."

"I just wanted you to know. His friend Tony rode it, but he wasn't
supposed to and hasn't been on since."

"I don't know much about Tony," Mark said.

"What about Alden, does he ride that bus?" Matthew asked.

"Who's Alden?" Patrick asked.

"That's what I thought. He came in with Jeremiah on orientation day,
but they went to different tables."

"Yeah, and are in different classrooms," Mark added.

"He's been way too quiet," Matthew said.

"Yeah, way too quiet."

The conversation ended when Scott called for the twins, saying it was
time to go. They grabbed their bags and gave Patrick a high five.
"You're cool, Patrick," Mark said. "That's all you gotta know."

"Yeah, and now we get to come here almost every day," Matthew
said.

"Hey, did Jeremiah ever bug you on the bus?" Mark asked.

"Just flicked my ears a couple of times," Patrick said.

"That's cool. That gives him something he's gotta pay for," Matthew
said.

Patrick wasn't sure what they were talking about, so he went on to
another topic. "I've been thinking," Patrick said.

"You're a good thinker," Matthew said.

"That's because he's really smart," Mark said.

"I guess I'm pretty smart," Patrick said. It would be very hard for him
to deny being intelligent. "But, here's what I'm thinking. I want to just
be called Patrick, and Matthew wants to be Matthew and not Mattie.
Maybe Misha really wants to be Mikhail."

"Yeah, and Neville might want to be Neville," Mark said.

Patrick fought a giggle and went on. "What if we each had our own
Posse name."

"You mean a name that only us Posse guys call each other?"
Matthew asked.

"Yes."

Mark and Matthew looked at each other and nodded in unison. "Great
idea, Patrick. Now we just have to figure out how to do it."

"Boys!" came the call from the living room.

"Bye, Patrick. See ya, Monday," Mark said as the twins hustled out of
the room. Before leaving the house, they went into the kitchen and
thanked Maxine for the great lunch. The old lady beamed at the polite
boys. It didn't escape the attention of Brian, Patrick, Ted, or Maxine
that they'd come into the kitchen without prompting. As wild as the
two boys were, they'd been well-drilled in the importance of good
manners, and they took those lessons seriously.

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

The twins were dropped off at Patrick's house ten minutes before the
bus was due. When Mrs. Deaver opened the door of the bus, she
introduced herself and greeted the twins by name, admitting that she
had no idea which was which.

"That's okay, half the time we don't even know," Mark said with an
impudent grin.

Patrick had explained the seating arrangement on the bus and the
twins took a seat behind Patrick. He told them that Will always sat
next to him. "But we can change it whenever we want," he said.

Tony boarded the bus at Jeremiah's stop for the first time since the
first day of school. He looked at the twins and shrugged, then took a
seat across the aisle from them. Since Mrs. Deaver had allowed him
on the bus, Patrick figured he must have gotten special permission to
ride like the twins had. Mrs. Deaver closed the door without Jeremiah
boarding the bus.

"Where's Jeremiah?" Patrick asked.

"He got suspended from the bus for three days because he sassed
the bus driver," Tony said. Patrick nodded, while the twins filed away
that interesting bit of information.

Because they had Pelican soccer practice after school, the twins'
mother picked them up after practice, along with Patrick, dropping
Patrick at his house. That was much quicker than the roundabout
route of the activity bus. There was no afterschool practice on
Tuesday, so they would be riding their regular bus. Jeremiah
accosted the twins on their way to the bus.

"That's my bus," Jeremiah said with a bit of threat to his voice.

"It's our bus, too," Mark said pleasantly. "We ride it now."

"I know, but I'm, like, the boss. Everybody does what I say," he said
looking straight at Mark.

"That's cool with us, but I don't know about Mrs. Deaver," Mark said.
As Mark talked, Matthew snuck behind Jeremiah and flicked his right
ear and then his left ear.

"That's for flicking the ears of our friend on the bus," Matthew said.
"You can be the boss as long as you don't mess with our friends."

"I hate you guys," Jeremiah said as he walked away to the pickup
area.

"What a wuss," Matthew said as Jeremiah walked away grumbling.

"I guess we're even now," Mark said.

"Yeah, we're even on that score. I think Jeremiah just quit being the
boss of the bus."

"Yeah, not like he ever was anyway."

The twins clamored onto the bus. Mrs. Deaver smiled at them. She'd
seen the entire little confrontation out of the windshield. She couldn't
help but feel that her job might have become just a bit more pleasant.
But, she also had the feeling that the twins might bear some watching
just in case they got carried away with their responses.

Next: Into the Fall