Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 23:04:28 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 26

Welcome Back. Things are not going well for the Posse. After their
successes during orientation, the school year finds them dealing with
petty jealousies and problems working together for the common
good.

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CHAPTER 26
THE PROJECT


Misha and Patrick just made it to their seats when the bell rang,
breathing hard and giggling as they sat down. They had managed to
race through the hall without running, which was no easy task.

"What were you guys looking at when the bell rang?" Matthew asked.

"A train," Patrick said.

"You were going to be late to class to watch a train?" Mark asked.
"How lame is that?"

"I like trains," Patrick said.

"And I like trains," Misha echoed.

 "That means it's not lame to be late because we watched a train,"
Patrick grinned.

"Did you guys know you both liked trains?" Mark asked.

"Nope," they said together.

"I would love it if The Puget Posse was quiet and ready to begin
class," Mr. Jackson said. Five jabbering mouths went shut instantly.
"Speaking of the Posse, only one team had the correct answer to
today's trivia question and they were that team." As Mr. Jackson gave
the class the correct answer, the five members of the Fabulous Five
glared at the desks occupied by the five members of The Puget
Posse. "I know that every one of you has something outstanding to
keep yourself busy with while I have a discussion with the members
of The Puget Posse. Gentlemen, if you would join me in the hall
please."

The five members of the Posse followed Mr. Jackson into the hall.
They could tell he was not in a good mood. As soon as they all exited
the room, he closed the door. He had their official answer sheet in his
hand and showed it to them.

"Any comments on the changed answer?" he asked the team.

"Everybody has changed answers," Mark answered, not sure how
true the statement was. He knew it wasn't the first time they'd turned
an altered answer sheet in. He also knew that the other time they'd
changed their answer they had been the first team to submit their
answer.

"The first answer was written by either Mark or Matthew," Mr. Jackson
said. "The second by Neville, apparently after he'd returned from the
lavatory."

Neville turned a bright shade of red. "We didn't cheat," he said. "I
messed up the answer."

"You lived in London and didn't know what happened to that bridge?"
Mr. Jackson said doubtfully.

Neville realized he had no choice but to tell Mr. Jackson what really
happened. When he was in the boys' room and decided to do the
right thing, he didn't realize it would mean making multiple
confessions of his near indiscretion. It was looking more and more
like his father was right about the importance of being ethical. He
couldn't help but wonder how bad things would be right now if he'd
actually followed through and given the correct answer to the
Fantastic Five.

"Will can tell you that's what happened," Neville said after his
rambling confession to Mr. Jackson and, for the second time, to his
teammates.

"I imagine he could, although I don't know why he would want to," Mr.
Jackson said. "Neville, you had better work hard to get on the good
side of your teammates, because I can assure you the five of you will
be together for the rest of the school year."

"But...but...my father...," Neville sputtered.

"Your father will have no effect on this decision unless he wants to
withdraw you from the school. If you wish to discuss it further, you
can see me in private. I will tell you all that I believe your story, but I
am not pleased by what happened. If you should win this week, I will
fine each of you ten credits."

"We didn't do nothing wrong!" Mark said vehemently, his syntax error
eliciting a scowl from Mr. Jackson.

"Yeah," Matthew added. "You can't punish all of us; it's all Neville's
fault."

"Excuse me, Mr. Jackson, but we all messed up," Patrick said.

"We did?" Matthew asked.

"Yeah, I don't remember messing up," Mark said. "I didn't know where
the f—n bridge was. I didn't even know how to say Thames."

Mr. Jackson glared at Mark. "Mr. Kirkwood, you may want to watch
your language."

"What did I do?" Mark asked innocently. "I said f—n. What's wrong
with saying f—n? It's not like I said f..."

"Mr. Kirkwood!!!"

No wonder this team can't get the project off the ground, Neville
thought. Those two pillocks have us going all over the place and are
going to get us into even more trouble.

Mr. Jackson turned to Patrick and asked him what he meant about
the entire group messing up.

"I knew the correct answer," Patrick said. "Or at least the Arizona
part."

"You did?" the twins asked in unison.

"If you two don't zip it, I'll be sticking you into lunch detention," Mr.
Jackson said forcefully.

"Why did you not say anything?" Misha asked.

"I was wondering why Neville gave us the wrong answer. I was sure
he knew it was wrong. Then I was going to say something but you
said not to put the answer sheet into the box. I wasn't going to let us
put the wrong answer in. I was hoping Neville would change his mind
and give us the right answer."

"I knew something was not right," Misha said.

"So everybody knew what was going on except me and Matthew?"
Mark asked. Mr. Jackson's stare brought a contrite look to Mark's
face. Mark and Matthew were both practiced at doing contrite looks.

"This has to be one of the most convoluted states of affairs I've ever
seen a group of fifth graders come up with," Mr. Jackson said. "Let's
see if I have this correct. Neville gave you the wrong answer so he
could give the correct answer to the Fantastic Five. Patrick thought
Neville had given the wrong answer intentionally, but said nothing in
order for Neville to make good by giving your team the correct answer
instead of him giving it to somebody else. Misha suspected
something was out of sorts and told the twins not to put the answer
sheet into the box until the situation could be straightened out. As for
the twins..."

"...we didn't know what the fuck was going on," Matthew said.

"Tomorrow. Lunch detention. Both of you."

"I didn't say anything, it was..." The look on Mr. Jackson's face
stopped Mark's protestation of innocence. "Yes, sir," he said.

"Here is what I am going to do. As I said, I am going to allow your
answer to stand, but if you win the contest for the week, I am going to
fine you each ten credits. However, I am going to announce to the
class nobody on any team can leave the room before break unless
their answer has been placed in the box. Any questions?"

The five cowed boys shook their heads no.

"Also, I've been observing the teams as they get their projects
started. It appears that your team has not gotten off to a good start. In
fact, from what I can see you haven't gotten off to any kind of start.
From the behavior I've witnessed today, I can see why. You look
more like an aimless rabble than you do a team."

The five boys looked chagrined. This time nobody had to fake the
look.

"If you are having problems with your organizational skills tell me. We
can all go back over the lessons we had on how to organize your
team for action."

"We'll be okay," Matthew said without conviction.

"Who is your team leader?" Mr. Jackson asked. Nobody answered. "I
figured as much."

"Mr. Jackson, we decided at morning break to elect one today when
we have social studies," Patrick said.

"That would be a splendid start. Have you discussed who you want?"
Five more shakes of the head had the teacher shaking his head.
"We've been out here long enough. I want for you to give me the
name of your project leader before the end of fourth period."

As the five members of The Puget Posse entered the classroom, they
realized that the only ones fooled by their lack of progress was
themselves. They began to wonder if their accomplishments during
orientation were nothing but a fluke.

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

Social Studies was the first class after lunch for Mr. Jackson's
students. Without planning it in advance, the Posse sat together
during lunch. They had business to take care of.  They were
surprised when Ellis joined them, filling the circular six-person table.

"Will is pretty mad at me," Ellis said as they ate. The Posse noticed
that Ellis had painted his thumbnails green, but nobody commented
on it.

"Why?" Mark asked for what seemed like the millionth time that day.

"Because I told him that Neville was going to give us the right answer
to the quiz, and when he didn't do it they said it was my fault."

"It was my fault," Neville said as once again honesty seemed the best
policy. "I will tell them so if you would like me to."

"It doesn't matter. They don't like me anyway. Not like you guys do.
Mark and Matthew and Misha are always helping me in soccer. I
hope we can make that trade before Christmas."

"Sorry, Ellis," Neville said. "Mr. J said he would not approve a trade
after what happened today."

"Crap."

"Is the F-Five being mean to you?" Mark asked. "If they are we can
take care of that."

"No, they're pretty nice, usually. They're not mean; they just like to
make fun of me sometimes."

Matthew looked at Ellis's green thumbnails. "Maybe if you didn't do
things like paint your fingernails and your toenails they wouldn't make
as much fun of you."

"But I like painting my nails."

"I know, I'm just saying..."

"They said I was weird for getting all naked when we had the
challenge."

"Then me and Mark were weird, too," Matthew said. "We both had
almost everything off."

"Yeah," Mark said. "If they want to say you're weird, they gotta come
to us and say we're weird or they'll find themselves with bloody
noses."

"Even if they do tell us they might still have bloody noses," Matthew
said.

"Yeah, we'll stand up for you."

"No bloody noses," Ellis said. "I'm okay with my team. It's just you're
the nicest team in the class."

"Thanks, Ellis," Patrick said. "You're pretty nice, too."

"We like you, Ellis," Misha said.

Everybody on this team is weird, Neville thought. How can they like a
boy who paints his nails?

Ellis took a final bite of his cupcake, finishing his lunch. "Thanks for
letting me sit with you guys. I'm going outside now." He left the
lunchroom and walked out onto the playfield. He was met there by
Alden.

"Did they say anything when you told them your team was picking on
you?"

"The twins said they'd beat anybody up who picked on me," Ellis told
him. "They'd give them bloody noses."

"Thanks. I'll tell Jeremiah."

With his shoulders slumped, Ellis wandered away to be alone on the
playfield just as he was almost every day.

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

"I feel sorry for Ellis," Patrick said. "Nobody really likes him much and
he's really nice."

"Nice and weird," Mark said. "But, I don't care if he's weird. I told him
if anybody picked on him I'd cream the dude and I meant it."

"I'm right there with you, bro," Matthew said.

"I thought a teacher couldn't fine you credits for punishment," Mark
said.

"He can from something you won before you got paid," Patrick told
them. "That's why he said we'd be fined if we won the trivia contest."

"That totally sucks."

"We need a leader for the project, just like we said this morning,"
Misha said. "Mr. Jackson told us to have one today."

"Any volunteers?" Mark asked. Nobody raised his hand, including
Mark.

"So, what do we do, draw straws?" Matthew asked.

"We could do like the F-Five and just have somebody say they're the
leader," Mark said.

"That's because Will volunteered," Mark said. "I don't see anybody
volunteering."

"Yeah, including you," Matthew said.

"Maybe I don't want to be the leader. Maybe you want to be. You're
the one who got me lunch detention tomorrow because you had to
use the `F' word. And I promise you I will be talking to Mr. J about it."

"We never get anything done with you guys always arguing and
talking about other things," Neville said. "I'm not going to get a bad
grade because you guys can't keep quiet."

"So, you be the leader," Mark said.

"Would you listen to me if I was?"

"Probably not, but we won't know until we try."

"I'd listen to you," Matthew said.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't do what he says," Mark told him.

"We need to do something," Patrick pleaded. "Neville is right, all we
do is talk. We never do anything."

"Then you be the leader, Patrick. You keep saying we need one."

"I'm only nine. None of you are going to listen to me either. But, I
have an idea."

"Irish has an idea?" Neville said. "That is different."

"Yeah, the first idea the Posse has had in a long time," Mark said.
"Tell us what it is."

"We write down what we would do if we were the team leader for the
social studies project. We bring that to school tomorrow and read it to
the group."

"What if we do not wish to be the leader?" Misha asked.

"Do it anyway," Matthew said. "Maybe yours will end up being the
best."

"That's a good idea, Patrick. But what do we do during social studies
today?" Mark asked.

"Waste time," Neville said. "We're the best in our class at doing that."

"But Mr. Jackson wants us to pick our leader today," Mark said.

"We'll tell him about Patrick's homework assignment," Matthew
responded, "and ask if we can pick tomorrow to make sure we do a
better job."

"Yeah, act like we know what we're doing," Mark said.

"He will like it that we're being careful," Misha said.

"Well then, it's settled. Let's go outside and play kickball or
something," Mark told them.

The Puget Posse's meeting broke up with the members not sure if
they had accomplished anything. But, Mr. Jackson did end up giving
them a reprieve until the next day.

"Not that you have earned a reprieve, but I'd rather see you make the
right choice and maybe start accomplishing something. Because if
you don't, I will become your leader," Mr. Jackson informed the
Posse.

That idea did not sit well with the five boys at all.

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

Jeremiah stopped Mark and Matthew at the front stairway of the
Academy as school let out.

"Hi, guys," Jeremiah said. The twins said nothing and tried to move
around him. "Hey, I'm trying to be friends."

"Like we need you for a friend," Mark said.

"I've really tried to be good to you guys. Have I done anything to you
on the bus or any place else?"

"You weren't even on the bus this morning," Matthew said, "so you
didn't have a chance to do anything."

"I rode to school with Tony and his mom and I'm going to his house
after school so we can work on our social studies project. That's what
real friends do."

"Whoa, you have a friend?" Mark asked. "Hey, Matthew, Jeremiah
said he has a friend."

"I don't believe it," Matthew said.

"I don't believe it either."

"No wonder nobody likes you and your Posse," Jeremiah said. "You
never listen to anybody and you think you know everything."

"Who says nobody likes us?" Mark asked.

"Everybody. I heard you guys haven't even started your project and
are always arguing. You know if you flunk something like that in this
school you are in really big trouble."

"We're not gonna flunk, Jeremiah. Come on, Mark, we got a bus to
catch."

"I also heard you said you want to beat up Will. That you want to give
him and his team all bloody noses."

"You're crazy, Jeremiah."

Mark and Matthew walked away while Jeremiah grinned. He was
finding out there was more than one way to fight the twins. When I
take down the twins, he thought, I take down the rest of their stupid
team.

The twins forgot about Jeremiah as they boarded their bus. Will and
Patrick were already sitting together. The seat behind them was
empty, but the twins didn't occupy it. Instead they choreographed a
quick bit of musical chairs with Mark ending up sitting beside Patrick
and next to the window, while Matthew sat in the window seat next to
Will.

"What's going on?" Will asked.

"Jeremiah and Tony won't be on the bus, so me and Matthew are
paying off our bet to Patrick," Mark said. "If we sit in the window seat
we can hide what we're doing better."

"You're really going to ride all the way to your stop with your dicks
out?" Will asked.

"Yep, it's what we said we would do."

The twins waited for the bus to pull away so they could use the noise
to cover the sound of their zippers opening. Mark and Matthew pulled
off their hoodies to have them ready to cover themselves.

Patrick watched, entranced, while Mark unbuckled his belt and then
opened the top button of his pants.  He followed up by pulling down
the zipper and opening the flaps. Patrick could see the outline of
Mark's hard boy cock tenting his white briefs.

"I wish I was wearing boxers," Mark whispered. "It would make this a
lot easer." If the two sixth graders in the seat in front of them turned
around, Mark's hoodie would obscure their view. Patrick, however,
could see right into Mark's open pants.

Mark pulled on the front of the waistband and yanked down until it
rode under his smooth, tight scrotum. Mark's cock was rock hard, its
circumcised head pointing up toward his chin. Will saw the same
sight in the seat next to him.

Mrs. Deaver heard a zipper being pulled. It was a sound she'd heard
quite a few times as she ferried bus loads of horny middle school
boys. Usually it was a quiet sound from toward the back of the bus,
coming from the pants of a seventh or eighth grader, often
accompanied by oohs or aahs or giggles. This zipper pull sounded
closer, coming from the area where the fifth and sixth graders sat.
Most likely one of the more mature sixth graders, she thought. Fifth
graders had not yet graduated into the horniness of the older boys.

As long as they didn't expose themselves to the entire bus or nobody
complained, she didn't react to the sound. After all, she'd raised her
own boys and understood tween boys and their fascination with their
penises. She knew that the back two rows of seats often saw twelve,
thirteen, and fourteen-year-old boys releasing a day's worth of sexual
tension. She'd seen the physical evidence. Reminding them the next
day to clean up after themselves always elicited a high degree of
embarrassment from the pubescent boys.

Mark and Matthew were not yet as bold as the older boys Mrs.
Deaver was thinking about. As soon as Will and Patrick verified that
they had their cocks out of their pants, they covered their groins with
their hoodies.

That didn't stop Mark from having his hand under the hoodie,
however. Patrick watched the hoodie move up and down with the
motion of his classmate's hand.

"You're jerking off," Patrick whispered.

"Yeah," came Mark's hoarse whisper in reply.

"You don't need to do that. The bet was just to ride the bus with your
wiener out of your pants."

"I know."

Patrick looked back to see if Matthew was jerking off, too, but he had
both of his hands on top of his hoodie. Matthew looked at Patrick,
jerked his head toward his brother, put his right index finger and
thumb around his left finger. Patrick knew what Matthew was asking
and nodded, causing Matthew and Will to both break out in big grins.
Patrick's little cocklet was harder than it had been since his visit with
Uncle Roy.

Mark stopped what he was doing as the bus approached its first stop.
He quickly pulled his hand out from under his hoodie. When the bus
started up, he resumed his ministrations until the next stop. He went
through the same routine two more times, then decided not to
continue with his masturbating.  They were getting closer to Patrick's
house and he knew he would have to zip up soon.

Will got off the bus at his stop, telling the three of them to have fun.
He, too, was sporting a little boy boner in his pants. Mark and
Matthew pulled their waistbands back over their junk and zipped up.
Matthew buttoned up, but left his belt unbuckled. Mark didn't bother
buttoning or buckling. Both boys tied their hoodies around their waists
and were ready when the bus stopped in front of Patrick's house.

"Have fun, boys," Mrs. Deaver said as Patrick and the twins stepped
off of the bus. By now she was certain the zipper she'd heard had
belonged to one of the twins. She wondered if they both had
unzipped even though she'd only heard one. She watched Mark hitch
up his pants as she closed the door. Those boys haven't even
reached puberty yet, she thought, and already they're masturbating
on the bus. They're getting younger and younger.

The three boys entered Patrick's house through the side door which
led to the laundry and mud room, laughing and hooting over the
audacity of the twins on the bus, especially Mark's openly jerking his
dick as he sat next to Patrick.

As they burst into the kitchen, they were greeted by Deli and T-Bone,
the family's two retrievers. The dogs received their due attention as
the boys found Maxine busily preparing dinner. "My, oh my, what a
noisy group of boys we have today," she said while setting her mixing
bowl on the counter. Patrick knew an invitation when he saw it. He
grabbed her and gave her a tight hug. "I love you, Grannana," he
said.

"And I love you too, sweetheart."

He let go of his great-grandmother. He told the twins to come with
him to his bedroom. "Not so fast," Maxine said. "First, your mother
called," she told the twins. "She said she has a problem at work and
your father has emergency surgery to do so you will be having dinner
here. Second, I deserve a hug from you two handsome boys as well."

Mark gulped as he cautiously hugged the old lady. He could feel his
pants slipping down his hip and quickly ended the hug so he could
grab them before they dropped to the floor. Since Matthew's pants
were buttoned, he didn't have the same problem and gave her a
longer hug.

"I love you boys," Maxine told the twins. "Now go join Paddy and don't
go tearing the house down." The twins zipped to Patrick's room.
Maxine noticed Mark holding on to his pants and shook her head.
She knew the boys had done something on the bus, but she felt it
was best that she didn't pry into what it was. She could hear the
giggling start up again as the door to Patrick's door closed.

"You were crazy nuts," Matthew told his brother. "I can't believe you
were jerking off. It was totally scary just having my wiener sticking out
of my pants even with my hoodie hiding it."

Mark said nothing. Instead he wiggled his ass as he let go of his
pants, letting them slide down his smooth, athletic legs until they
stopped just short of his knees. His polo shirt came just short of the
bottom of his briefs, but it was obvious he was still sporting an
erection. Patrick's mouth hung open as he gaped at his friend.

"I told you he was crazy nuts," Matthew told Patrick as Mark flopped
onto Patrick's bed and yanked his briefs and pants down to his
ankles. Patrick thought that Mark's three-and-a-half inch boner looked
even thicker and longer than it did on the bus. His hand went to his
pants and grabbed onto his own three inch erection.

"I'm really horny," Mark said as he continued the process that had
been interrupted on the bus.

"I've never seen him this horny," Matthew said as he unbuttoned and
unzipped his own pants and let them fall until he had to grab them
and drop them to his ankles. He sat on the edge of Patrick's bed and
removed his shoes, then kicked his pants and briefs completely off.
Mark followed his lead. The twins were both stripped down to their
uniform polo shirts and their socks.

"Looks like you're horny, too," Mark told Matthew as he lay back on
the bed. The twins had their legs hanging over the side as their hands
pumped their preteen cocks.

"Is it okay if we do this?" Matthew said as he realized he and his
brother had usurped Patrick's bedroom. The fact that Patrick had
opened and unzipped his pants and had his hand inside of his briefs
answered the question.

"Take your pants off," Mark whispered hoarsely.

"Yeah, be like us," Matthew said.

"Have you ever jerked off?" Mark asked.

Patrick nodded yes and he stripped off his pants as well as his shirt.
He was now naked except for his socks.

"Oh, wow, awesome," Matthew said. He turned to Mark. "We should
do our scientific kiss now when we're all horny and shit."

"Go ahead," Mark said. "I don't want to stop jerking."

Matthew observed Patrick using his thumb and forefinger to jerk off
his thin little cocklet. "Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"I don't care." Patrick said.

"It's not like I'm a homo," Matthew said. "It's like me and Mark said,
we want to find out what's best. It's a science experiment."

Patrick didn't care if it was gay or not, he just knew he wanted
Matthew to shut up and kiss him. He hoped it would be better than
the kiss he had received a few days ago. That one hadn't been nearly
as good as the one his Uncle Roy had given him on the second day
of his visit. His Uncle had taught him a lot on that day. He was sure
that learning sex from his uncle was a big reason he wasn't
embarrassed about being naked and jerking off with the twins.

Matthew turned to face Patrick. "Turn on your side to I can kiss your
mouth," Matthew said. Patrick did as he was told. Matthew planted
his lips to Patrick's, pressing hard. Patrick surprised Matthew by
opening his mouth slightly just like Roy had shown him. Patrick knew
what to do and he let his tongue slide into his friend's mouth. The
almost eleven-year-old boy felt the tongue of the nine-year-old push
against his own tongue until it snaked its way into his mouth.

As he came up for air, Matthew said, "Damn, Patrick, you kiss good.
You've done it before."

"Yep."

"You are really way cool." Matthew pulled off his shirt so he was all
but naked as well. He wanted to feel the smoothness and warmth of
Patrick's skin when he leaned in for one more kiss. "The second kiss
is to do what Mr. Palmer calls confirming the data." Mr. Palmer was
their science teacher.

The second kiss was as passionate as the first, at least for two fairly
inexperienced preteen boys. While Patrick was not yet into puberty,
the twins were on the cusp. They started experiencing the flow of
hormones as they found themselves getting "very horny" more
frequently.

Patrick and Matthew sensed Mark get off of the bed and come over to
the other side of Patrick, placing the nine-year-old between him and
his brother. Mark had removed his shirt as well as his socks and was
now totally naked. "I need to kiss him, too," Mark said, "gotta make it
a real science experiment."

Patrick turned the other way and faced Mark. Mark kissed Patrick and
the two traded tongue. Mark rolled Patrick onto his back, getting on
top of him and grinding his cock into Patrick's crotch, kissing him
deep and hard as he humped the younger boy fast and hard.

"You really do kiss good," Mark said as he broke the kiss.

"You're squashing me," Patrick protested.

"Oh, sorry." The heavier boy rolled off the lighter one and went back
to masturbating. He knew he was close to cumming, especially after
briefly dry humping Patrick. He thought about asking Patrick to roll on
his side so they could face each other and kiss and dry hump some
more, but he was too close to cumming. He let out a low groan, lifted
his ass off of the bed and shook with the tremors of an intense dry
orgasm. "Oh, fuck, oh shit," he said as he came down. "That was
beyond awesome."

"I wish we could go streaking," Matthew said. "I want to go streaking."

"You can't just go running outside naked, doofus," Mark said. Little
did Mark know at the time how wrong those words would be.

"Who said anything about running outside?" Matthew said. "You go
naked inside your house, right Patrick?"

"Um, yeah," Patrick said as he worked his little boner.

"Even with a boner, right?"

"Sometimes."

"And your Grannana won't mind?"

"She was a nurse and says she's seen it all."

Matthew wanted to one up what Mark did on the bus. He leaped off of
the bed and ran out of Patrick's door. "Matthew, wait! Grannana might
not like you doing..." Patrick called out desperately, but Matthew kept
on going.

Mark wasn't sure whether to laugh or hide. Patrick was certain if his
Grannana found them all naked in his room the twins would never be
allowed back to his house. The two boys listened in terror as they
heard Maxine screech, "What on Earth?" followed by a loud
WHOOSH and then by a louder, higher pitched screech from
Matthew.

Matthew ran back into the room and shut the door. He was rubbing
his butt. "She hit me in the ass with a broom," he said.

"You just got broomed by Grannana," Patrick said, laughing.
"Welcome to my family."

"It stings."

"I know."

"We better get dressed," Mark said as he grabbed his pants.

"It's okay," Patrick said. "If she wanted to catch us, she wouldn't have
broomed Matthew. She'd be in the room yelling at us right now."

After rubbing his butt again, Matthew asked if he'd be able to finish
jerking off without being caught. "That's what I said," Patrick told him
as he continued his stroking. He wasn't nearly as hormone driven as
the twins were becoming, but he wanted to finish himself off and
show the twins he could jerk off just like them even if he was younger.

Maxine put her broom away. She had known something was going on
in Patrick's bedroom because of how quiet the boys had gotten.
She'd raised her own boys and knew exactly what boys liked to do
together and was not about to embarrass them because they were
simply boys being boys. She was certain that whichever twin she had
broomed had run out naked on a dare. While she needed to put him
in his place with her broom, she didn't want to create an issue where
there was none. She incorrectly assumed they would think twice
before being so daring again.

"I almost lost my boner when I got broomed," Matthew said.

"You're crazier and nuttier than me," Mark said.

"I think I'm ready," Patrick told them in a tense, squeaky voice. He
instantaneously became the center of attention.

Mark astonished Patrick by replacing his hand and finishing him off. "I
want to feel you getting off just to see what you're like," he told
Patrick. Patrick's body shuddered and he uttered another squeak as
he had his first ever orgasm in front of another boy his age, or in this
case, boys. Roy, Mark, and Matthew had now seen Patrick have an
orgasm which gave him a grown-up feeling.

Matthew followed Patrick immediately as his ass and torso lifted off of
the bed and he felt his cock spasm with a half-dozen clicks. "Damn,
this was fucking fun," he said. "You rock, Patrick."

"Yeah," Mark said. "I was gonna go use your bathroom to finish off
when we got here. This was way better."

"It was a lot of fun," Patrick agreed. "Thank you for finishing me. That
felt really good."

"Like I said I just wanted to feel you do it," Mark said.

"That's because we can't shoot stuff out. Feeling it makes it fun,"
Matthew said.

"Have you ever seen anybody shoot?" Mark asked. Then he
remembered they'd watched Paul and Curt shoot at the cock
challenge.

"Yes," Patrick said. He got off of the bed and pulled some clothes out
of his closet, then picked his underwear up off of the floor. The twins
weren't sure if Patrick was talking about seeing it happen at the
challenge or somewhere else.

The twins dressed as well and the boys walked out to the living room,
trying to look as innocent as they could, which was hard to do after
Matthew had streaked past Grannana, showing off his raging hard-
on.

Before the boys could settle down, Brian came in the door. He
received an enthusiastic reception from Patrick as well as from Deli
and T-Bone. He was surprised to see the twins were still there, but
learned quickly they would be company for dinner.

After Ted arrived, they enjoyed a hearty dinner of meatloaf, mashed
potatoes, and steamed carrots, with peach cobbler for dessert.
Maxine asked the boys to help her clean up. When they finished, she
pulled Matthew aside and talked to him.

"What did Grannana tell you?" Patrick asked when he came into the
living room.

"She said there's nothing wrong with running around naked, but I
have to learn when not to do it and how to do it."

"What did you say?" Mark asked.

"I said, `yes ma'am'. I didn't know what she meant, but I didn't want to
get broomed again." That set all three boys into laughing mode. The
mood was broken up by Brian who asked the boys if they had
homework. The question was answered when the three of them laid
their books out on the dining room table and went to work. A half-hour
after they started, the twins' mother arrived to take them home.
Patrick reminded the twins about their Posse homework.

"What was this about assigning yourselves homework?" Brian asked
his son when they were alone. Patrick said he'd explain it once he
finished the assignment.

An hour later, Patrick sat on the couch with his father. He reported on
the issues the Puget Posse was having. He told about the
assignment they'd given themselves for the next day. "I have to tell
what I would do if I was the leader and this is what I wrote," Patrick
said, handing the assignment to Brian. "What do you think?"

"I think it must be pretty important to you since you're still dressed."

"Wow, I am dressed. I wanted to get this done so you could see it."

"So it has nothing to do with a certain twin running around the house
naked with an erection and getting a lecture from Grannana?

Patrick felt himself flush. He tried to tell Matthew Grannana probably
wouldn't mind seeing him naked, but it was possible she might get a
bit upset because he was doing it to be naughty rather than to just be
naked. He never expected Matthew to run out of the room to see
what would happen. "No, that was Matthew streaking before thinking.
I know what's okay around Grannana, but he doesn't."

"Streaking before thinking," Brian said with a hint of amusement. "I
like how you phrased that." Brian knew there was more to the story
than one of the twins simply running into the kitchen naked, but he
decided not to pursue the matter. Instead he read through the two
pages Patrick had written out in his neat, careful handwriting.

"Are you sure you're nine?" Brian asked.

"Almost nine-and-a-half," Patrick corrected.

"Of course; forgive me for losing half a year. But this is really well
done and well thought out. If I didn't know it was written by you, I'd
peg it as the work of a much older boy. I like your plan. It's obvious
you've been thinking about this longer than just today."

"We weren't getting things done. Everybody would just talk and
argue. I wrote what we needed to do."

"Well, this is excellent. I could make a couple of suggestions,
however, if you don't mind". Patrick told his dad he was fine with
some suggestions. Patrick wrote down what his father suggested,
saying he thought they were good ideas.

Uncle Ted wandered into the living room and smiled at Brian and
Patrick. "Good lord," he said. "Patrick is still fully dressed."

It was a day way out of the ordinary for the young boy, but one he felt
good about.

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

Michelle and Megan were furious that the double work issues of their
parents had cost them their birthday dinner. Kristy's assurances that
they would make it up on Sunday when nothing would get in the way
did little to remove their bad mood. The boys decided this was not the
time to bring up their scientific kissing investigation; tomorrow would
work just fine.

After arriving home, the boys headed to their room followed by
McKenzie, their cat. They undressed until they were down to their
underpants.

"I'm gonna say it one more time," Mark said. "If we ever do something
like what we did on the bus again, we'll be wearing boxers."

"Do you think we'll ever to something like that again?" Matthew
asked.

"You never know, but we gotta plan for it just in case."

"That was fun what we did with Patrick."

"Yeah, I never really thought Patrick would go that far."

"We did stuff like that when we were nine," Matthew said.

"Yeah, but there aren't many guys as cool as we are."

"Good point."

"What did Jeremiah mean when he said we wanted to beat up Will?"
Mark asked.

"I dunno. I sure never said I wanted to beat him up."

"Me either. I did tell Ellis we'd kick some ass if anybody bullied him."

"We both told him. And that's not the same as saying we're gonna
beat up Will."

"And how did he know about the Posse being behind everybody in
our class? He's not even in our class."

"It's really weird how he ends up knowing so much about us."

"Totally weird. And Neville was even weirder this morning. I mean he
was being a traitor," Mark said.

"I bet he's the one telling Jeremiah everything. That's what traitors do,
right?"

"Yeah, it is. And we can't even get rid of him now."

"I'd trade him for Ellis, even with his nails painted green."

"We better do the homework Patrick gave us," Mark said.

"We could both say the same thing and see who gets the vote."

"Everybody would just say we were being lazy."

"True," Matthew said. "And we are not lazy. So, we better both be
doing our own work."

"It doesn't matter much. I already know who I'm voting for."

"Me, too."

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

When Neville and Misha left school on their bus, they had no idea
what the twins planned to do on Bus 2. Their concern was what had
happened that morning. They sat next to each other on the bus and
started discussing the day's events.

"You must think I was really dumb, today," Neville said.

"I saw boys at the orphanage be dumber," Misha said. "I always
thought you were really smart. You are getting all A's so far, are you
not?"

"So far, I am. I probably got an F today just for what I did. Mr.
Jackson was very angry, I think. We are all going to get an F on our
project if our group doesn't start getting along. My father will kill me if
I get an F."

"You did not act very smart, even if you are very smart. Doing the
homework Patrick gave us will start us getting better," Misha said.

"I'm not going to do it," Neville said. "Nobody is going to vote for me
anyway."

"You should still do it."

"Why? It is a waste of my time."

Misha paused as if thinking of a good answer. The truth was he
already had his answer, but he had become quite adept in the art of
dealing with people and their psychology. It wasn't something he did
consciously—for him it was instinctive.  His pause was strictly for
effect. "You should do it because that is what the members of The
Puget Posse do."

"I will consider it," Neville said, haughtily, even though he already
knew he would write his leadership proposal. He reluctantly had to
agree that Misha was right. If he was going to be stuck as a member
of the Posse, then he would need to start doing what he could to be a
part of the team, or they would never accept him.

The day had been one full of moral lessons for the young English
boy.

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

Patrick was tucked in by his father. While he felt he was old enough
to put himself to bed, he also liked the attention given him by his
father each night. While Brian didn't make a big deal out of it, he
enjoyed giving his son a kiss on the forehead along with an
occasional mussing of his difficult to mess up short hair. Brian knew
that the day that his son would assert his bedtime independence
wasn't far away.

Even though the room was dark, Patrick's mind was racing as he
thought about his day. From the betrayal of Neville to the sex play
with the twins to his father's approval of his leadership paper there
had been a lot to think about.

He reached for his little cock, which was soft, but still enjoyed the
attention. Next to his weekend with Roy, his time with the twins had
been the most exciting sexual adventure of his young life. In some
ways it was even more exciting. Instead of it being lessons given by
his uncle, it was actually doing stuff with his friends. It was like the
things he'd started going with Zane, only better because he now
knew so much more.

Patrick thought about how awesome it had been to have Mark finish
him off until he had his orgasm. He wondered if Mark and Matthew
would let him do the same thing to them. He wanted to feel their
cocks shake just like Mark had felt his.

He thought about his second day with Roy when his uncle had taught
him about kissing and better yet had shown him what a blow job was.
He had been shocked when he felt his pecker enter Roy's mouth, but
the shock didn't last long because it had felt so good. Roy's blow job
was the best sex thing to ever happen to him.

Patrick even put a little bit of Roy's big cock in his mouth, but he
couldn't get much of it to fit. Roy showed him how to suck on his
balls. He also tasted some of his uncle's precum. It didn't taste bad.
What Patrick didn't do was let Roy shoot his sperm in his mouth. He
was afraid of it and his uncle didn't push him. Roy ended up blowing
his wad over the young boy's chest and abdomen and Patrick let him
rub it all around him. At Roy's suggestion he did put some of his cum
on his finger and taste it. It tasted stronger than precum and was
thicker. While he wasn't in love with the taste, he didn't dislike it
either.

He was only nine and Roy was seventeen, but Patrick couldn't wait
until he got older like Roy, and had hair around his cock, and could
make cum, and could do a lot of the things Roy told him he could do
as he started growing up.

Being naked and jerking off with the Twins was a good start, Patrick
thought. But the boy he really wanted to do something with was
Misha. He remembered what had happened in the locker room at
Wild Waves, how just seeing Misha naked had given him a boner. He
fell asleep thinking of Misha's beautiful body and wondering if Misha
had ever messed around with another boy.

Next: Moving Along