Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 22:24:37 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 28

Greetings. In this chapter, Patrick's work as the project leader starts
to bear fruit. But, there ends up being more to one of the teams
Patrick picked than just schoolwork.

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You can email me at thehakaaen@hotmail.com



CHAPTER 28
PROGRESS


The members of the Puget Posse were feeling better about things
now that they had decided it would be a good idea to meet at
someone's house over the weekend. Since it was Thursday, the
weekend was almost upon them, but the boys felt confident they
could work around sports schedules and parents to make things
happen. It was the first time since the social studies project had been
assigned that they felt they could make something good happen.
They would make final plans on Friday; they had no doubt that their
parents would be cooperative.

The Pelican soccer team ended up with their first win of the season,
defeating St. Andrew's 5-3. Will had two goals with Mark and Misha
scoring one apiece. The big goal as far as the team was concerned
was by Ellis, who managed to handle a perfect pass from Matthew.
Instead of kicking it to some unknown spot on the field, Ellis executed
a nice kick and danced for joy when the ball got by the goal keeper. It
was only the second loss for St. Andrew's.

Jack, a boy in Mr. Nash's class, and Patrick played in the goal, with
Jack getting most of the time. Patrick had been working with him
during their weekly practice, and the lessons helped. While Jack
wasn't as proficient a keeper as Patrick, he managed to make a
couple of good stops. Patrick happily spent some time playing
offense. He loved playing the goal, but every boy loves running and
kicking the ball as well. The twins' mother watched the game and
gave Patrick a ride home.

"Where was your dad?" Mark asked Patrick as they pulled away from
the school.

"He says even he has to work sometimes."

"Yeah, same with our dad," Matthew said.

"Our mom works sometimes," Mark said.

"Especially when it makes our sisters mad on their birthdays,"
Matthew said with a giggle.

"She says she got called in for an emergency," Mark said. "There was
a big accident or something." Their mother was a surgical nurse who
worked three days a week when the kids were in school. Usually, she
was able to set her own schedule, but the hospital had needed her
badly on the girls' birthday.

"And dad had an emergency surgery, and our sisters had an
emergency meltdown," Mark said.

Kristy listened patiently as she drove. She was amazed how the kids
thought sitting in the back seats meant she couldn't hear them in the
front seats.

"You were awesome today," Mark told Patrick.

"I was?"

"Yeah," Matthew said. "You told us you were the leader of our
project."

"I did? You guys elected me."

"I know. But you told us we're going to do stuff your way after we
elected you. That's being the leader," Mark said.

"So, you're not mad?"

"Nah," Matthew told him. "You're totally cool, so how could we ever
be mad at you?"

Patrick tried to keep a passive face, but he couldn't hide how happy
he felt inside. He realized he'd been totally accepted by Mark and
Matthew, who were already two of the most popular boys at the
Puget Academy.

"Hey, mom, can the Wolverine come visit us on Sunday so we can
work on our project?" Mark asked.

"And can I go to the Wombat's on Saturday to work on ours?"
Matthew asked.

"You two are working on separate projects?" Kristy asked.

"Yeah, but I'm going to have the best one," Mark said.

"Except mine will be better," Matthew said.

"I must say, I didn't think Mr. Jackson would ever get you two to split
up for something."

"Oh, Mr. Jackson didn't do it," Mark said.

"Nope, it was Patrick who did. Patrick is The Man."

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

The twins' Lake Monsters team had an easy game Saturday morning
with a 6-1 win over one of the weaker teams in the league. Matthew
and Mark each scored a goal. Matthew was the goal keeper for the
second half, only the second time he'd played there that season.

Misha also had a morning game on Saturday. He had two goals in a
4-2 win. Neville played a lacrosse game.

Patrick's Kickers didn't play until Sunday afternoon when they had a
two o'clock game against Will's Red Devils team. All four were talking
a lot of smack on the Friday morning bus ride to school.

"Are you guys gonna make a bet like me and Mark did?" Matthew
asked.

"You mean Patrick riding with his junk hanging out?" Will asked.

"I was thinking more of you," Matthew said. "The Lake Monsters are
gonna whoop your ass."

"I'm not crazy like you guys are," Will said.

"What about you, Patrick?" Mark asked.

Patrick liked the idea of being a bit daring, but he wasn't going to
push the matter. He and Will had exposed themselves to each other
on the bus the first week of school, but they said they would never do
it again. Even so, he came close to having to expose himself after
making his bet with the twins. "I'll do whatever Will does," he said
diplomatically, not wanting the older boys to think he was weird.

Matthew and Neville were going to meet with Patrick on Saturday
afternoon after their games and they'd all had lunch. The invitation
included dinner, which Matthew wasn't about to turn down. He knew
how good of a cook Maxine was, plus he loved the homey
atmosphere at Patrick's small house.

Neville wasn't quite as excited about the visit. He had been hoping to
have the meeting at his house, but his father had told him they would
need more than one day's notice if he wanted to have friends over.

"They're not my friends," Neville said. "This is for our social studies
project."

"Then perhaps you should plan things out more in advance,"
Reginald said. "Poor planning generally leads to poor results. I am
not impressed at all by your group, as you well know, and it is for the
best that they do not come here at this time."

"Then we will be meeting at Patrick's house," Neville said, hoping that
would be enough to change his father's mind.

"You mean the Irish boy?" Reginald asked.

"He is not Irish. His grandfather was Irish."

"Close enough as far as I am concerned. The whole bloody lot can
simply rot on their island."

That night Neville snuck into Dylan's room and into his bed. "He
doesn't say anything about your Irish name," Neville complained as
he and Dylan casually played with each other's boners.

"That's because he knows mom would kill him."

"Patrick is better than I thought. He's been outstanding the last couple
of days with how he organized things. You would not know he was
the youngest boy in the class."

"Plus, he's pretty cute," Dylan said.

"He's a boy. How can he be cute?"

Dylan realized he'd said too much and tried to cover his gaff. "He's
cute because he's so little and young."

"Do me harder," Neville said. His boy cock was speaking to him
louder than his step-brother was. It didn't take too long for the two
tweens to get each other off satisfactorily.

"You're getting pretty good at this," Dylan said.

"It is only right, I suppose. You make me feel good, so I make you
feel good."

"Do you think Patrick might want to spend the night some time?"

"I think you are very strange," Neville said.

"I was just asking. Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" Dylan was
still horny even after Neville's best efforts.

"Father would have a heart attack."

"Who says he needs to know?"

Neville pulled his naked body out of Dylan's bed. "Good night,
brother."

"Nite, bro."

Neville returned to his room, wondering, not for the first time, if his
step-brother was a pouf.

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

After his lacrosse game, Neville showered. He thought about his
game which had been played in a morning drizzle with his team
winning. He enjoyed playing lacrosse. He also liked his teammates. It
was the first time he had really enjoyed playing a sport. Shelley, his
step-mother, had soup and a sandwich waiting for him after he
finished showering and dressing.

"You be sure to be polite and on your best behavior at your friend's
house," she said in her most motherly fashion.

"Mother, I am always polite and well-behaved," Neville said. "You do
not need to remind me." It was at moments like these he wanted to
call his step-mother Shelley, instead of mother, but his father insisted
he stick with mother when addressing her.

"I know you are, but I have to do my motherly duty."

"Do you always say the same things to Dylan?"

Shelley noted that as well as Neville and Dylan were getting along,
there was still a bit of rivalry and resentment, especially with Neville.
"Always," she said.

"And Patrick is not my friend, he is my classmate," Neville said as he
bolted down the last of his lunch. He was hoping Shelley would be
the parent driving him to Patrick's house. He knew his father would
go on a rant when he saw that Patrick lived in a poor neighborhood.
Unfortunately, it was Reginald who would be the driver.

Reginald entered Neville's address in his GPS, and he and Neville
headed for Patrick's house. "This is a poorer neighborhood as I
recall," Reginald said. Reginald considered any neighborhood that
was not as least upper middle class to be poor.

"The twins said he has a nice house," was all that Neville could think
to say.

"He is a scholarship boy, so be prepared for shabby surroundings,"
Reginald said, ignoring his son's remark.

When they arrived at Patrick's house, they saw a neatly kept ranch
style house with a yard that obviously was given a great deal of care
by the owners. "It looks rather small," Reginald said, ignoring the
positives.

"Good-bye father. I will call you when we are finished for today."

"You are having dinner there, correct?"

"Yeah."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, father."

The front door opened before Neville even got to it. Patrick watched
Reginald pull away in his Lexus as Neville entered the house. "Nice
car," Patrick said.

"It runs, as my father says," Neville replied as he removed his jacket.
Matthew arrived while Patrick was hanging it in the hall closet. The
boys retired to Patrick's bedroom.

Neville felt very comfortable in Patrick's home. He hadn't known what
to expect, but from the way his father talked, he half expected to be
visiting Patrick in a ramshackle hovel with an outdoor toilet.

After discovering that even "poor" boys could have cool toys and
games, Neville found he didn't have as much to feel smug about as
he thought he would. After a half-hour of posturing, posing, chatting,
laughing, and enjoying themselves, the three agreed it was time to
get to work.

They discussed some ideas and decided to create a diorama of a ski
resort. The three boys knew people who might have some items they
could use, figuring they'd find a way to get the rest. Since Matthew's
family skied, he had many sources he could turn to. They made some
sketches of how the scene might look.

Neville found that Matthew was much more tolerable individually than
he was when paired with his brother. Patrick also saw Matthew in a
much different light. Their energy started to wane as the smells of
dinner cooking started to waft into the bedroom from the kitchen,
reminding them that they were hungry.

"What's for dinner?" Neville asked. "That smells so good."

Patrick gave Matthew and impish smile and said, "Irish stew." It was
all Matthew could do not to fall on the floor laughing. Patrick had
come up with the dinner idea; Brian and Maxine loved it. It not only
would tweak Neville's superiority complex some, it would also
showcase Maxine's cooking talent; she made an excellent Irish stew.

Once again, Neville was surprised. He'd been prepared to hate
Patrick's house, but he felt very comfortable there. He'd been
prepared to hate Patrick's bedroom, but found it more livable and
warmer than his own room with its cold, mostly bare, walls. He was
totally prepared to hate Maxine's Irish stew, but ended up loving it so
much he had three helpings. The apple pie ala mode for dessert
finished the meal up with an all-American treat.

After dinner, the boys went back to Patrick's room and played with his
Wii. Somehow the talk turned to the cock measuring challenge they'd
had with the Fantastic Five.

"That was really a lot of fun," Matthew said. "Did you guys like it?"

"Not really. I didn't like Curt and Paul seeing me...," Neville whined.

"You didn't like them seeing your cock is what you want to say,"
Matthew said. Neville was seeing the "twin" side of Matthew, now.

"Yeah," Neville agreed.

"What about you, Patrick?"

"You were jerking off," Patrick said as he tried to avoid answering the
question.

"I was, but I never got to cum because of the stupid bell. But you've
seen me cum since then."

"He has?" Neville asked.

"Yes, I have," Patrick said.

"When? Where?"

"A few days ago, right here on my bed." Neville looked down at the
bed as if he might find some evidence of sex on it.

"Did you do it, too?" Neville asked Patrick, causing Patrick to turn
bright red. "Thought so." Neville wanted to brag that when he was
nine a girl gave him an orgasm, but elected to keep quiet—at least for
now.

"Do you, like, do it?" Matthew asked.

"Do what?" Neville asked.

"You know, what we were just talking about."

"Sometimes," Neville admitted.

Matthew continued his interrogation. "Did you ever do it with
somebody?"

"Maybe."

"You mean you don't know?"

"Maybe he means he doesn't want to tell," Patrick said.

"Yeah, that works for me. I'll quit asking. Sorry."

Other than the day of the challenge, Neville had never had sexual
thoughts about the Posse. Even on that day it was more about pulling
out his boner and getting it measured and putting it away again than it
was about sex. "It's okay," Neville told Matthew. After all he'd had to
deal with Max, his neighbor, not to mention Dylan and Cody and the
things they did together, so Matthew's chat wasn't anything he hadn't
heard before.

"Can I ask one more question?" Matthew asked.

"I suppose so."

"I heard that boys from places like England still have their skin on
their cocks. Do you still have yours?"

"Yes."

"Cool. Can me and Patrick see it?"

"Maybe another time," Neville said. "I think it's time for me to call my
father for a ride home." One part of Neville wanted to show Matthew
what he wanted to see, but another, more prudent part, wasn't ready
to do so. While he didn't want to pull out his willie that evening, he
also didn't want to shut the door on doing so. His sessions with
Dylan, and sometimes with Dylan and Cody, had made him a bit
more into the sexuality of boys, but not enough to pull off his pants in
the bedroom of a classmate—at least, not yet.

"Do you need our phone or do you have your own phone?" Patrick
asked.

Neville pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, which answered
Patrick's question. He speed dialed his father's number and told him
he was ready to be picked up.

After Neville finished, Patrick went over what tasks they had for next
week. There was a lot they had to accomplish before they could
begin constructing their diorama.

The three boys went to the living room while Neville waited for his
father to pick him up. "Thank you for letting us meet at your house,"
Neville said to Patrick.

"No problemo," Patrick said, using one of his father's favorite sayings.

"You really do have a nice house."

"I guess. I like it here." Patrick felt a little embarrassed and shifted
quickly to a different topic. "I think we got a lot done."

"You know it," Matthew said. "We're gonna kick some serious ass
with our project."

They chatted some more about the project until Neville saw his father
pull into the driveway. He thanked Patrick again, thanked Maxine for
dinner, and jetted out the door.

"He seems like a very nice boy," Maxine said. "I like his accent."

"Grannana, don't ever tell him he has an accent. It makes him mad.
He doesn't think he has one."

"I never said a word to him."

"I know, but I just wanted you to know."

Brian was an Anglophile and had enjoyed listening to Neville
immensely. He also knew enough not to mention the accent to the
boy.

"I have forty-five minutes before I get picked up," Matthew said.

"Let's go to my room and play some games," Patrick said. The two of
them disappeared from the living room in an instant.

"I got a boner talking to Neville about cocks," Matthew said as they
settled down in Patrick's room.

"I didn't," Patrick said. "I don't get them much. Usually I have to give
me one with my hand."

"I used to be like that, but now I get them more and more. Maybe it's
because I'm gonna be eleven soon."

"I won't even be ten until May."

"Wow, you're going to be nine almost all the way through fifth grade."

"Yep." Patrick wondered if Matthew thought that was a good thing or
a bad thing.

"Cool," Matthew said with a grin. "Want to jerk off?"

"Not really."

"Okay. I'll do it with Mark when I get home. We might even do more
than jerk off."

"More? What do you mean by more?"

"Sometimes we like to, you know, do some other things with each
other."

"Like what?" Patrick was getting frustrated. If Matthew didn't want to
tell him what else he and Mark liked to do, then he shouldn't have
brought it up. After what he'd done with his Uncle Roy, he had a
pretty good idea of what Matthew and Mark did with each other. The
thought caused a jolt of feeling to shoot through his gut and his groin.

"I have to ask Mark if it's okay to tell. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Okay," Patrick said, clearly disappointed.  "Want to play some Wii
soccer until your ride comes?"

"Sounds like a plan."

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

"You really told Patrick we give each other blow jobs?" Mark asked
Matthew as the two lay naked in Mark's bed. They were fondling each
other's boners and balls as they discussed what had happened at
Patrick's house that evening.

"No, I just said we liked to do more than jerk off."

"I bet he figured out what we do together."

"Maybe," Matthew said. "We know what he likes to do."

"Too bad you and Patrick couldn't mess around some."

"Yeah, but, you and me can."

Matthew pulled back the covers and scooted down so he could put
his lips around his brother's three-and-a-half inch erection. He slid his
lips down the shaft, swirling his tongue across the sensitive head of
his brother's cock. As he started bobbing his head, he used his right
hand to rub and stroke his brother's tight, hairless scrotum.

"Sixty-nine," Mark said, but Matthew grunted. He wanted his brother
to himself this time. He was horny after being sexy with Neville and
Patrick and he wanted to give all of himself to getting his brother off.

His head bobbed, his hand worked, his twin brother moaned, grunted,
and let out high pitched squeaks. Matthew and Mark had both
learned how to use their mouths and tongues to give the maximum
feeling to each other.

"I'm close," Mark whispered. Matthew worked on him with even more
enthusiasm. "I'm gonna cum!" Mark lifted his ass as he tried to fuck
his twin's mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh, yeah, fuck, bro..." Mark's cocklet was
hit by a series of dry spasms and his body hit by the wonderful,
overwhelming sensations of orgasm.

He lay back and let his breath return to normal. "My turn to do you,
now."

"Uh, uh, I want to do something different." Matthew got between his
brother's legs and nestled his hard cocklet in Mark's hairless groin
area. He placed his head in the crook between his brother's shoulder
and neck and started dry humping him.

"You're rubbing your dick on me," Mark said.

"No duh, Sherlock."

Mark could feel himself getting hard again as his brother rubbed his
cock across his dick and balls. He watched his brother's white ass
rise and fall in the darkness of the room and felt his weight come
down on him and rise off of him.

Matthew wanted to kiss Mark, but he sensed that kissing while having
sex was not the same as kissing as an experiment or kissing just to
kiss. This kind of kissing would be serious kissing and he didn't think
he wanted to seriously kiss his brother.

"Oh, fuck, bro, it's my turn now." Matthew shifted up a notch and
ground his cock hard into his brother's lower abdomen. His pace
picked up, his breath got harsher, his moans and squeaks louder,
until he felt his body shudder and the tremors going through his boy
cock, and let out a long, surprisingly low growl, then collapsed on his
brother after a mind-shattering orgasm.

"Wow, you came hard," Mark said.

"That was awesome. We have to do that again."

"I got to be on top next time."

Matthew rolled off his brother and lay beside him. "You're on."

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

Sunday breakfast was the usual family affair. The twins even
respected it, wearing t-shirts and sweats instead of just underpants.
Breakfast was waffles, fried eggs, and bacon, along with what
seemed like gallons of orange juice.

"What time is your company coming?" Kristy asked Mark.

"He said he'd be here at eleven," Mark replied.

"Yeah, if he doesn't get lost," Matthew added.

"He has the address and I'm sure his parents have a GPS, so it
shouldn't be a problem."

"Some people could get lost looking for our driveway," Megan said. "It
is a long way from the road."

"But, it is the only way to go once you're on it," Mark said.

"You told him we're going out for dinner, right?" Michelle asked. "It is
our birthday dinner." She glared at her mother and added, "Finally."

Kristy wondered when her girls had morphed from sweet, friendly,
easy-going girls to pubescent girls with an attitude. It seemed to have
happened much too quickly.

"He knows," Mark said. "He's being picked up by his `'rents at four."

"You say he was born in Russia?" Scott asked.

"Yep, he lived there until he was nine," Mark said.

"He lived in an orphanage," Matthew added.

"He's adopted," Mark said just in case it needed to be said.

"And he's a really good soccer player," Matthew said, which obviously
increased his prestige. "We're hoping he can play for the Lake
Monsters next year. Coach watched him play on his dinky rec team,
but he wouldn't tell us anything."

"And he's really smart," Mark said, making sure everybody
understood there was more to Misha than just being a soccer player.

After showering they each put on a fresh t-shirt along with blue sports
sweats with white piping down the legs. They had to admit they
looked pretty good and set off to talk to their sisters.  The boys found
them busily texting while perched cross-legged on the living room
couch. The boys stood in front of them, waving for their attention.

"What do the two of you want?" Michelle asked crossly.

"For you to be nice to us maybe?" Mark asked.

"We'd be nicer if you'd just quit bugging us."

"How about if we promise to quit bugging you if you do one favor for
us?"

"Quit for how long?" Megan asked. "We know you can't do it forever."

"For a month after you do us the favor," Mark said.

"And if we mess up we will do your kitchen chores until
Thanksgiving," Matthew kicked in.

"Is this about your scientific experiment?" Michelle asked.

"Yep," Mark said.

"Tell us what it is and why you're doing it and we'll decide," Michelle
asked. Megan nodded in agreement.

Mark told them about their kissing survey and why they were doing it.

"That's not a science experiment," Megan said. "That's just stupid,
just like something you two would think of."

"We promise just to kiss you," Mark said.

"But it has to be a deep kiss," Matthew said. "Like a French kiss."

"But we won't touch your boobs or anything like that."

"Yeah, and we can even do it with our clothes on."

"You two are freaking nuts, did you know that?" Michelle asked.

"One month and we won't be asking you for anything."

"Go to your room," Michelle said. "Megan and I want to talk about it."

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the boys' door. "Come in,"
the boys said in unison.

"Okay, here's the deal," Michelle said without fanfare. "Come to my
room on Tuesday at ten."

"At night?" Matthew asked.

"Dumb questions are not usually your style," Michelle said haughtily.
"Megan will be with me. We will give you five minutes to kiss and then
you leave. If you fall asleep before ten and don't make it, tough shit."

"Did you just say shit?" Mark asked.

"Only because it was one of the few words the two of you understand.
For a month after Tuesday you will not bug us for any favors. None,
nada, zero, zilch, or you spend double time doing chores."

"Is that all?" Matthew asked.

"There is one more thing."

"Figures," Mark and Matthew said together.

"We want to know how we rank in your stupid `experiment'. And we
better be better than soccer."

"What if you aren't first?" Mark asked, not trusting his sisters at all. He
wanted everything on the table.

"Then you will owe us a favor. So, what's your answer?" Megan
asked.

"Go back downstairs," Mark asked. "Now me and Matthew need to
talk."

After the girls left, Mark looked at his brother and said, "I think that's
what everybody means when they say somebody's got you by the
balls."

"We can say forget it," Matthew said.

"Then they won."

"I hate them."

"Me, too. They outsmarted us."

"This time," Matthew said. "But they forget we're pretty good at
getting revenge."

The boys went downstairs and found their sisters back on the couch.
"We agree to your rules, except telling you who came out the best,"
Matthew said. "Maybe you'll get a certificate or something for helping
science."

"Fair enough. One month with you two leaving us alone works good
for us," Michelle told them. "If we get a certificate, it should be for
living with crazy little brothers."

The boys returned to their room and turned on their television, looking
for a football game. The Seahawks wouldn't be playing until one
o'clock, but there were always games to be found on a Sunday
morning.

Misha arrived promptly at eleven. The twins saw an SUV exit the
woods and pull up into the garage driveway. They could see Misha
get out of the rear door and blow a kiss to whichever parent was
driving. They ran downstairs and got to the door at the same time as
Misha.

Misha was introduced to Scott, Kristy, and the girls. He was his polite
and smooth self, impressing all four of them. In fact, he even
impressed the twins with his poise.

"Let's go up to our room," Mark said.

"Lunch at noon," Kristy said.

"Thanks, mom," Matthew said as they took the stairs two at a time.
Misha might have been polite and poised, but he was also ten years
old.

Michelle looked at Megan as the boys disappeared. "He's cute," she
said.

"He's only ten," Megan retorted. Misha was actually less than a
month from turning eleven, which made him only a bit more than a
year younger than the girls.

"So? He still looks cute. I wonder if all Russian boys are that cute?"

The boys heard none of that as they bounded into the boys' bedroom.
Misha looked around the room, impressed by what he saw. "You
have a very large room," he said. The room was bigger than the
master bedroom in many houses.

"There are two of us. We need a big room," Matthew said.

Misha got the tour, the boys talked soccer, then school, and finally
the reason Misha was there—the project. Misha and Mark talked
about some of their ideas. Mark suggested they do a mine while
Matthew made some of his own suggestions for a topic for the
diorama.

"I like my idea better than Matthew's," Mark said.

"But with my idea you could...," Matthew began to say when Misha
cut him off.

"Excuse me, Bobcat Number Two, but I wish to say something,"
Misha said.

"You're the guest, Wolverine," Matthew said.

"I am here to talk with Bobcat Number One. He is my partner.
Perhaps if we may have some time alone, it would be good for us to
do our work."

"Sure, no problem," Matthew said. One of the twins' positive attributes
was that they did not have false egos. If they saw a wrong, they were
quick to try to right it. If they committed a wrong, they were just as
quick to admit it. Matthew knew he didn't belong in the room, but it
was second nature for him to be there with his brother. "See you
dudes when we eat. Then it's almost Hawk time."

After Matthew left, Mark and Misha settled on the mining theme. They
wrote down a ton of ideas until lunch. After lunch they listed the
things they thought they might need to construct the diorama. Misha
was surprised how easy Mark was to work with. Mark had been
surprised by Misha when he asserted himself right in his own
bedroom. He'd already held Misha in high regard, but the Wolverine's
place on his respect meter shot up to new heights.

They finished their tasks for the day and went downstairs just as the
game reached half-time. With nothing to watch, Misha and the twins
headed back up the stairs to the bedroom.

"The Hawks are kicking serious ass," Matthew said. "It's 22-7 and it's
only half-time."

"I am still trying to understand American football," Misha said.

"We'll help you when the second half starts," Mark told him.

"My father helps, too. I like soccer football better, but American
football is becoming interesting. I know I cheer for the Seahawks."

The chatter centered on football for a couple minutes when Matthew
totally changed the subject. "Did the challenge bother you?" he asked
Misha.

"Challenge? What do you mean by challenge?"

"You know, when Curt and Paul measured our cocks. Did that bother
you when you showed them your boner?"

"Oh, no, Many boys at the orphanage have seen my...boner."

"For real?" Mark asked.

"Yes," Misha said with a grin.

"Cool," Matthew said. "We know you've seen ours because we were
kinda naked during the challenge."

"You were doing what is called beating off?" Misha said, proud to be
able to display his sexual knowledge.

"Yeah, we were horny," Mark said. "Me and Matthew like to call it
jerking off instead of beating off, but they're both cool."

"Do you do it?" Matthew asked Misha.

"Sometimes."

"Well, nobody does it all the time. Your dick would fall off or you'd get
arrested or something if you did it all the time," Mark said. "Did you
learn how in the orphanage?"

"No, I learned it here in America."

"For real?" Mark asked. "Like from another kid or did you just start
doing it?"

"From a friend." Because of his background at the orphanage, Misha
was not at all shy about the subject of sex.

"Very cool," Matthew said. "So with all the guys there at the
orphanage, how come you never learned how to jerk off?"

"I learned many things there," Misha said cryptically.

Matthew noticed that Misha was being as evasive as he had been
with Patrick and Neville the day before. "Is it true that boys from, like,
Europe and places still have their skin on their dicks?"

"I have mine. So did my friends."

"Ohhhh, can we see it?" Mark asked. When Misha hesitated, Mark
pointed out that Misha had seen theirs.

"I have what you call a boner," Misha said.

"Even better because I do, too." Mark said.

"Then you must show me yours."

"Sounds fair," the twins said together.

Misha opened his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. The
twins could see his briefs bulging with what looked like a nice sized
erection. When they saw he wasn't going any farther, they both took
off their sweats. Since they hadn't been wearing underwear their
boners immediately came into view. Misha grinned and yanked down
his briefs and exposed himself to his hosts.

"Shit, you got a big one, Misha," Matthew said. Misha was at four-
and-a-quarter inches compared to the twins' three-and-a-half. He was
not only longer, but he was also thicker. Not only that, but his balls
were starting to hang down some. His groin area was perfectly
hairless. Misha's head was barely peeking through his foreskin.

"That thing looks so fucking awesome," Mark said. "Can we touch it?"

"Yes, go ahead."

Mark placed his hand on Misha's boner, and then used his index
finger to rub the reddish head of his penis. Misha let out a moan of
pleasure. "Has anybody touched you there before?"

"Many times."

Mark removed his hand and Matthew wordlessly replaced it. "It feels
nice," he said.

"Yes, it does feel nice," Misha said. The boys meant what they said in
different ways, but they communicated perfectly.

"You can feel ours if you want," Mark said.

Misha put his hand around Matthew's boner. For some reason he felt
more comfortable with this bit of experimentation with the twins than
he did playing around with Ben. This felt more like the orphanage
than what he and Ben did. The twins were much more eager to be
sexual with a boy than Ben was.

"What things did you learn in the orphanage?" Mark asked, his
somewhat husky voice feeling strange to Misha.

Misha knew how he wanted to answer that question. He wanted to
get on his knees and place one or both of their erections in his mouth.
He wanted to suck them until they had an orgasm. He wanted to
teach them what he learned although he had the feeling he had
nothing to teach them about blow jobs.

He got down on his knees and looked directly at Matthew's boy cock.
Misha started to jerk him off. His face was less than an inch away
from Matthew's throbbing boner. He could almost taste it in his
mouth; he wanted it so bad his body shook with desire.

As much as he wanted to put one of those beautiful cocks in his
mouth right then, his fear of rejection stopped him. He remembered
Ben, who was much more uptight about sex than his friends in
Russia. He thought about how he walked the tightrope of rejection
with his friend and held back his true desires with Ben as a result. He
did so with the twins as well. But he kept masturbating the twin, his
hand expertly playing with Matthew's cock, and balls, his thumb
rubbing the head, then his finger rubbing under the balls, then his fist
pumping hard until Matthew fucked Misha's fist and let out a long
moan as he shook from the intense dry cum washing over him.

Mark had been jerking off while he watched. As Matthew backed
away from Misha, Mark told Misha to get on his bed. The two half
naked boys lay next to each other, arms crossed, jerking each other
off. It was the first time Mark had masturbated an uncut cock and he
found it fascinating. Misha was the first to have an orgasm, but Mark
was only seconds behind.

When they finished, the three of them looked at each other and
giggled. These were not boys who were going to have guilt feelings
after playing with another boy. For the twins, the sexual play was
simply way too much fun to feel guilty about. For Misha, even at a few
days shy of eleven, there was no question in his mind that he was
sexually attracted to boys.

They looked each other over one last time and pulled up their pants.
"I think the second half already started," Matthew said.

"We could watch it here," Mark said.

"I guess, but we should let Misha meet our family some before he has
to go."

"Good thinking, bro."

The boys headed down to the home theater. They finished watching
the game with Scott and Kristy as Misha learned a bit more about
American football. The Seahawks ended up with a 35-17 win.

That night Mark was in Matthew's bed. "I can't believe we all ended
up jerking off," Matthew said.

"You never jerked off," Mark told him. "Misha did it for you."

"I know. That was ultra-cool. He does it real good."

"I thought he was gonna give you a blow job."

"Me, too," Matthew said. "I know he wanted to. I should have told him
to go ahead and do it."

"I wouldn't mind seeing what it was like sucking his big dick with all
that skin on it."

"Me either."

"I bet we do it soon."

"First, we got to make it so next time he gets on his knees it's to suck
one of us. We got to make it so he's not shy."

"We can do that. We're good at that stuff," Mark said.

In his own bed Misha went over what had happened in the twins'
room. He chided himself for not putting Matthew's dick in his mouth.
But, he also thought he probably did the right thing by being safe. He
liked the twins. He didn't want them to stop being his friend just
because he wanted to give them a blowjob.

He was jerking himself off as those thoughts went through his mind.
He fantasized being with the naked twins, sucking them both, with
Patrick sucking him at the same time.

Next: Moving Along