Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 21:24:28 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 30

Greetings. The members of the Posse are getting to know each other
better and better. The weekend they spend working on their dioramas
involves more than just work.

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or older and probably don't need any more reminding.

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Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 30
RELEASING THE GENIE

Misha, Patrick, and the twins were sitting together in the lunchroom
the Friday after Misha's birthday party. They were talking about
Neville, who was sitting at a table with Ellis, Randy, and Vern, who
was a sixth grader in the chess club.

"Why does Neville like to sit with the nerds?" Mark asked.

"Maybe because he is one?" Matthew replied with a question.

"Well, he was a stuck-up know-it-all when the school year started,"
Mark said, "and that hasn't changed much."

"I think it has," Patrick said. "He's more part of the Posse now. He
does things with us."

"Yeah, because he has to or his grade goes into the shitter," Mark
said.

"Maybe he is trying to learn to be nice to people," Misha offered.

"So, if he learns to be nice to other people, he will figure out how to
be nice to us," Matthew said. "That makes soooooooo much sense."

"He did invite you and me to his house tomorrow to work on our
project," Patrick said. "That is the first time any of us will be going
there."

"Patrick is right, as usual," Matthew conceded.

"And Mark is coming to my house," Misha said.

"For the first time since last weekend," Mark grinned.

"We will have everything we need to finish the diorama," Misha told
them. "Then we will only need to paint it and take it to school." The
students had been shown how to build their dioramas in sections in
order to transport them. Even though they were only two to three feet
wide and a foot or two deep, moving the entire display in one piece
was a recipe for disaster.

"The Posse is really on a roll," Mark said.

"Yep, we're going to be the best team in Mr. J's class," Matthew
added.

"We meet with Paul and Mr. Vargas next week, too," Patrick said.

"I can't wait. I don't care who can vote for what in fifth grade, I'm
running for president," Mark said.

Patrick gave him his signature grin. "You've got my vote."

"That puts me ahead three to nothing already."

"Three?" Matthew said with mock exaggeration.  He counted two
fingers, then counted them again. "I only count two."

"I count three," Mark told him, "because I know somebody who will
vote for me or get a bloody lip."

"Oh, you mean me," Matthew said, giggling. Alden, who was sitting a
table away with some other boys from Mr. Nash's class, looked away
from the Posse table and smiled to himself. Alden had become quiet
and unobtrusive as a student at the Academy, but he was still very
much a part of Jeremiah's cadre of friends.

Over where Neville was sitting, Neville was thinking the same things
as the rest of The Posse. Why was he sitting with these obvious
losers instead of being with the Posse? At least the losers in the
Posse were a known quantity, and he was even beginning to like
them some.

The answer to the question was Ellis. Ellis kept wanting to hang
around with him, and, even though he was weird, Neville found
himself having an affinity for the skinny geek. The thing Neville
couldn't figure out was whether he liked Ellis or felt sorry for him.

He had wanted Ellis to be the boy the Fantastic Five would trade to
the Puget Posse for him. He thought Ellis would be his parting gift to
the Posse, punishing them for being noisy brats like the twins, or Irish
like Patrick. Misha would be the one he would miss. Instead, he
ended up being the one Ellis decided to hang with.

At morning break, he agreed to have lunch with Ellis. He didn't realize
lunch would include some of his geek friends. He wished he'd sat
with the Posse and had Ellis join them at that table. As it was,
everybody would see him sitting with Ellis and the geeks and think he
was a geek as well. At least Ellis hadn't painted his fingernails.

After they finished eating, Neville hoped Ellis would decide to go
outside or to the basement recreation area for the remainder of lunch,
but Ellis seemed happy to sit with his fellow geeks and talk about
things that held no interest for Neville.

He finally decided he'd done his good duty for at least a month. "I'm
going to sit with my team, so we can talk about our project," he told
the group, hoping they would believe him.

"No way you're going to talk about school work at lunch," Randy said.

"Neville and his Posse are very dedicated," Ellis informed the group
as Neville switched tables to sit with his teammates.

"Hey, Fox," Matthew said, as Neville sat next to him.

"Hello, Bobcat One," Neville replied him.

"Close, but I'm Bobcat Two."

"You really should have taken different animal names. That way,
when we're wrong we're very wrong. We might even be able to learn
who is who."

"We'll think about it," Mark said.

"But, will you do anything about it?"

"Fat chance," Mark grinned. Neville glared at him, knowing that once
again he'd been had by one of the twins. He didn't notice that during
the by-play Ellis had left the lunchroom. Nor did he see Ellis's brief
meeting with Alden in the boys' bathroom.

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

Patrick stood looking out of the living room picture window. He was
waiting for Matthew to arrive. The three sections of their diorama
were laid out on the floor. He and Matthew were going to load it into
the Kirkwood SUV to take with them to Neville's house. Two of the
three sections were all but completed, so most of their work would be
on the incomplete section. Patrick, Neville, and Matthew were
confident that they could have the diorama close to complete by the
end of the day.

Patrick was not good at waiting for other people. He got nervous and
antsy waiting for them to arrive and it only got worse if their arrival
was late. "They're here," Patrick yelled as the SUV pulled into the
Gardner driveway, five minutes late.

"I'll help carry things out for you," Brian said. Not only did the three
sections of the diorama have to be taken to the SUV, but so did two
bags with various parts they had accumulated. Neville already had
their paints at his house.

"You're late," Patrick said as he and Matthew carefully laid a section
of the diorama into the back of the SUV.

"That's what happens when you have stupid sisters," Matthew said.
"We had to wait to shower."

"But you have your own bathroom."

"Doesn't do much good if they use up all of the hot water. I think me
and Mark really should sell them on E-Bay."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. If you had sisters it would make sense."

Patrick wasn't the only boy who was nervous that morning. This was
the first time Neville was having boys from school at his house. He
was worried about how his father would accept Patrick and Matthew,
especially after he had spent most of the first two months of school
bashing his classmates.

He was also worried about Dylan, who had a new friend stay
overnight. When Curt spent the night the two of them usually spent
the morning in their underwear, which always made Reginald upset.
"Proper boys dress properly in their home," he'd said more than once.
"Isn't that correct, Neville?" making it plain he never wanted to see
Neville in his underwear outside of his bedroom or the bathroom.

"Yes, father," Neville would say automatically, although the comfort of
being in just his underpants tempted him. Even wearing gym shorts
and a t-shirt displeased his father, but his step-mother, Shelley, ran
interference for him as well as Dylan, so the most Reginald could do
was bemoan the failing standards of the modern world.

Neville was expecting Matthew and Patrick by ten-thirty. He was
certain Dylan and his friend Evan would still be in bed at that time.
Evan was the older son of Mr. Nash, one of the fifth grade teachers.
Neville knew that the two of them stayed up late.

He also knew they did sex things together. He knew that because he
had sat in the hall outside of Dylan's bedroom jerking off while he
listened to their grunts, moans, and groans, along with the sounds of
movement on Dylan's bed. Not for the first time, Neville wondered
what it would be like to have a friend spending the night and the two
of them jerking off together in his bed. Even better, he could have a
girl spend the night, but he knew that would be impossible. He was
willing to settle for a boy to sleep with, at least for now.

He had sat cross-legged, beating his cocklet furiously, wondering
what his brother and Evan were doing. He had images of his brother
sucking Evan's cock as he shook with a furious dry cum. After he
finished, he went back to his bedroom and crawled under his covers,
feeling unfulfilled.

The arrival of Patrick and Matthew shook those thoughts out of
Neville's head. He took one last spoonful of cereal, and then helped
them bring the parts of the diorama into the house, taking everything
to the vinyl-floored playroom.

He took Patrick and Matthew to the living room and introduced them
to his father and step-mother. Both boys surprised Reginald with a
polite "pleased to meet you" accompanied by firm handshakes.

"You boys are extremely polite seeing as you come from the
American middle class. I did not know anybody in this land taught
good manners," Reginald said. Matthew and Patrick could both see
where Neville received his haughty attitude.

"Reggie, be nice to Neville's company," Shelley said. "You're
embarrassing your son." Neville's red face confirmed that opinion.

"Nonsense. These are very polite boys and should feel pleased that
they are obviously being well-raised. Neville might even learn
something from them."

"We should get started," Neville said. "We have a lot to do." Neville
was trying desperately to take his classmates out of his father's
clutches before he said something really embarrassing.

"I must say, half a twin does not look nearly as ferocious as the both
of you were made out to be," Reginald said.

"Father!" Neville left quickly with Matthew and Patrick in step behind
him. When they got to the playroom, Neville apologized for his father.

"Hey, I've been called worse things than ferocious," Matthew said.
"And bobcats can become ferocious, so he might think that two of
them are super ferocious."

"He didn't even go into my being Irish," Patrick said, "even though I
am really not Irish."

"Let's get started," Neville said, hoping to get completely away from
talk about his father.

The boys set to work. Among of the prize pieces they'd received were
some miniature plastic skiers that Matthew's skiing instructor gave
him for the project. The instructor had been a tremendous help to
Matthew, and therefore the project. Thanks to his assistance, the
boys were certain that most of their diorama was authentic looking.
Setting the skiers into the diorama was one of their goals for the day.

"It's almost like playing with little dolls," Matthew said.

"Speak for yourself," Patrick said, using one of his father's favorite
phrases.

About an hour into their work they were interrupted by Dylan and
Evan. Neville was relieved to see they were wearing more than just
their underpants. The two sixth graders were dressed in t-shirts and
athletic sweats.

"I bet you thought we'd be in our underwear," Dylan told Neville.

"I am just surprised you are awake before noon," Neville said.

"We made it by five minutes," Dylan laughed.

"Being in your underwear wouldn't bother me any," Matthew said.
"Best way to dress at home unless it's wearing even less."

"Wearing even less would mean you would be naked," Neville
surmised.

"Neville would be a good detective," Matthew laughed.

"So that means you can be naked at home?" Dylan asked.

"Only on Mondays."

"I can be naked any time I want," Patrick said.

Dylan turned to Evan. "I want to live where those guys live." Evan
nodded in agreement. "We're going to get us some food." He took
Evan's hand and led him out of the room. None of the three fifth
graders failed to notice the handholding.

An hour later, Shelly called the boys to lunch. Toasted cheese
sandwiches along with chicken and rice soup was waiting for them at
the table.

"Evan and I just ate breakfast," Dylan said. "Can we have lunch
later?"

"It's now or wait until dinner," Shelly said. "It's not my fault you can't
get up in the morning."

"You could have woken us up," Dylan complained.

"And then you would have complained about that." Dylan didn't have
an answer for that one.

But, Dylan and Evan were eleven and moving into puberty. They had
no problem eating more food and attacked their sandwiches.  Dylan
took up the conversation that was dropped when he and Evan went
to find some breakfast.

"Evan and I got to see each other naked last night," Dylan said. "After
you guys finish your homework, would you want to come up to my
room with us and maybe let us see you naked?" Dylan, who had
been horny at age ten in fifth grade, found himself wanting to see as
many boys naked as he could now that he was moving into puberty.
Since Matthew and Patrick both admitted to running around naked at
home, they became likely candidates to undress for him. Besides, he
thought Matthew was a really hot looking boy with his athletic body,
and he simply had a crush on Patrick. He often found himself staring
at the little fifth grader during break or at lunch.

"Dylan, you have a dirty mind," Neville said.

"And you know that you love it," Dylan replied.

Matthew and Patrick didn't know about the sexual play between
Dylan and Neville, nor did they know about the more serious sex the
night before between Dylan and Evan, but they had boners and
Matthew knew that he was very horny. Patrick's erections had not yet
become a driving force in his life.

Those thoughts ebbed away, however, as they went back to work
with Neville on the diorama. Neville told them to ignore Dylan. "He's
nothing but a sex fiend," Neville said. He didn't bother to tell his fellow
Posse members that he didn't mind Dylan being a "sex fiend" when
he came into his bed after lights out.

"I think we're finished for today," Matthew finally said, admiring their
handiwork. They had all of the sections put together, and the ski area
looked pretty good to the three boys. There were some finishing
touches to be done, but they could do that at school. They had
already finished their oral presentation and would work to polish it.

They were going to leave the diorama at Neville's house until the
Monday after Thanksgiving, which was the first day the dioramas
were allowed to be brought to school. The three boys were proud of
their work.

Reginald came in as they were cleaning up and putting the three
sections out of the way. "Very nice work," he said. Reginald had his
faults, but he was not one to begrudge the accomplishments of
others, even those of the lower class. "You were fortunate to be able
to work with boys who were willing to follow your lead," he said to
Neville. On the other hand, one of those flaws was that he was not
always willing to give credit where credit was due.

Neville stared as his father through his wire-frame glasses. "Father,
we did this as a team. Everybody contributed." Neville surprised
himself by standing up for his friends.

"I was not taking away from their accomplishments. I was merely
making sure proper credit was given."

Matthew wanted to butt in and tell Reginald to give the credit to
Patrick, who was the real leader, but he didn't want to put down
Neville in front of his father. Ironically, Patrick wanted to give credit to
Matthew for being their leader, but kept quiet for the same reason.

Neville, however, was on a streak of newly found adolescent
rebellion. "Perhaps, father, you should give as much credit to Bobcat
two and Wombat as you do to me." He used the Posse animal names
to show that the three of them were an independent entity. "Maybe
even more."

"Humph, difficult to believe," Reginald said. "However, I'm sure your
friends appreciate your standing up for them." He turned and left the
room, leaving Neville frustrated. Neville's father had managed to turn
a well-meant compliment into an embarrassment for his son. It was
not the first time he'd seen the negatives of his father's class
snobbery, as well as his own.

"Hey, do you think your brother still wants us to come to his room?"
Matthew asked, unperturbed by Reginald's behavior. "We have
almost an hour before my mom picks us up."

"I cannot speak for Dylan," Neville said, reverting to his own arrogant
behavior to try to cover up for the conflicting feelings he had after the
conflict with his father.

"Do you want to go, Patrick? It could be fun."

"I'll go." Patrick had forgotten about the invitation to get naked as they
worked on the diorama, but now his attention was focused back on it.
He was not yet at the stage of his life where sexual thoughts would
often take over his brain, but they still could be pretty powerful.

Matthew and Patrick started for the bedrooms, but Neville didn't
budge. "Come on, Neville, have some fun. Forget your dad, he was
just being a dad. It's his job to make you mad, so you just gotta live
with it. It works for me and Mark."

Neville took a deep sigh. He didn't want to be left behind by his
classmates in his own house. "I'll come, but I am not taking my
clothes off."

"Understood," Matthew said.  "Nobody's gonna make you, and if
Dylan says anything I'll kick his ass." Neville grinned for the first time
since the chat with his father. "You can still enjoy the view."

Neville knocked on Dylan's door when they got to the end of the hall.

"Whoever it is, come in," Dylan said.

The boys entered to see Dylan and Evan playing with Dylan's Xbox.
The two boys were still wearing the same t-shirts and sweats they'd
put on after they got out of bed. "Hey, guys, are you ready for some
fun?" Dylan asked.

"Have you even taken a shower yet?" Neville asked.

"We've been busy doing important things," Evan said, "like playing
games." It was the first time the boys had heard him speak up all
morning. He grinned at Dylan and added, "Not to mention other stuff."

"We were wondering if you'd come to my room," Dylan said. "I know
when I was in fifth grade I liked getting naked with guys just to see
what everybody had." He talked about being in fifth grade as if it was
eons ago instead of less than a year ago.

"I'm the same way," Matthew said. "I just like to see what everybody's
got, right Patrick?"

"He's seen what I have," Patrick confessed.

"And you've seen him?" Evan asked Patrick, who nodded yes.

"Very cool," Dylan said. "Have you seen Neville's pecker?"

Patrick and Matthew said that they hadn't.

"You never saw it during that pecker challenge you guys had in
school?" Dylan asked.

"What pecker challenge?" Evan asked.

"I'll tell you later."

"We did the measuring in private," Neville said.

"You said you saw his." Dylan pointed to Matthew.

"That was because he never put his away," Neville said.

Dylan grinned at Matthew. "I am really getting to like you. We have a
great fifth grade this year, Evan."

"Even better than ours?" Evan asked.

"Only because I never got to see you naked until sixth grade. I was
afraid of him because he's Mr. Nash's son," he told the group. "No
way a teacher's kid was gonna mess around. Boy, was I wrong."

"Whose gonna show his dick first?" Evan asked. Evan was much
more assertive than he had been when he and Dylan were
downstairs.

"Why don't you?" Matthew told Dylan. "Showing our dicks to each
other was your idea."

"We can do that," Dylan replied. "After all, sixth graders rule." He
yanked down his sweats and let them drop to his ankles, displaying a
nearly four inch cut boner and a ball sack that had started to drop and
obviously contained ripe pubescent testicles. His groin area was
completely hairless. "Check out Evan," he said. "He has his skin just
like Neville does."

Evan responded by dropping his sweats and stepping out of them,
showing off a thick, well developed boner for an eleven-year-old. His
purple head was poking out of his foreskin, glistening with moisture.
"Plus, I got hair," Evan said, pointing to a half dozen scraggly black
hairs barely visible in his pubic area. He pulled off his t-shirt and was
now totally naked.

"He's almost five inches," Dylan said, "bigger than some of the eighth
graders."

"You know that for a fact?" Neville asked.

"Bro, you know I've seen a few eighth grade boners."

Evan started to slowly stroke himself. "Does seeing a teacher's kid
naked turn you on?" he asked the fifth graders. Seeing Matthew and
Patrick both rubbing themselves through their pants answered his
question.

"Evan and I did stuff last night, but all we did was kiss some and feel
each other's asses today. We were hoping you guys would come up
and we wanted to be really horny," Dylan said. Neville was turning
red with embarrassment; his brother was farther gone than he
thought.

Dylan pulled off his t-shirt to match his friend's nakedness. Matthew
and Patrick took a moment to look at something other than their
erections as they checked out their well-built preteen bodies. Dylan
played soccer and basketball. His smooth legs were strong and
muscular. His abdomen had the early makings of a six-pack and his
abs were more than just the flat chest of a preteen boy.

Evan was a competitive swimmer and his body showed it. He also
worked out with his father in their basement gym. Their workouts
were in the nude, "Just like the ancient Greeks," his father had once
told them. Evan was only bothered by the nudity once, when he
popped a boner just before he turned eleven.  He told his father he
didn't want to be naked this time. As soon as his father ascertained
what the problem was, the two of them had a father-to-son chat about
sex and the workings of an adolescent boy's body. He had learned
some of what his father told him in health class, but his father went
into more detail, including masturbation. When the talk ended, his
erection was long gone. He pulled off his shorts and the two went into
their workouts.

The next time he popped a boner he let his father see it. His father
didn't even mention its occurrence, treating it like something that was
perfectly normal, which it was. Evan's erection went away as he
started working out and his blood went to his boy muscles instead of
his love muscle. Lately, there had been times he wondered how often
his father boned up and how big his erection was, but he kept that bit
of curiosity to himself.

"Which one of you is going to be first to pants himself?" Dylan asked.
When nobody moved he pointed to Neville. "How about you, bro?"

"I'm not taking my pants off," Neville said.

"Yes, you are," Evan said, "or we'll pants you."

Matthew felt himself tense up when he heard Evans' challenge, but
Dylan kept things from going any farther "If Neville doesn't want to
take his pants off, then he doesn't have to and nobody can make
him." Once again, he backed up his step-brother's sense of modesty,
just like he had done with Max.

"It's cool," Evan said. "I don't ever force anybody to do anything."
Unlike Max, Evan had an innate sense of decency, which Neville
noticed. He decided he liked Evan, even if he was a bigger horn-dog
than his brother. Neville thought that Cody had been horny and sexy,
but he could see Dylan's other friend fell short of Evan in that
department.

"I'll go first," Matthew said as he started unbuckling his pants.
Watching the two naked sixth graders stroking their boners had him
very turned on.

"I can shoot sperm," Evan said as he upped his pace some. He
wanted the younger boys to know how grown up he was.

Matthew dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor, exposing his own
three-and-a-half inch boy erection, along with his hairless groin and
his smooth ball sac that was just beginning to drop.

"Have you guys ever seen anybody shoot sperm?" Evan asked, his
fairly high voice becoming husky and raspy.

Neville nodded yes. Evan was surprised and asked him who it was.
"Our neighbor, Max. He's a perv," Neville said.

"He's a perv because he shoots sperms?" Evan asked.

"No, he's just a perv."

Patrick knew it was his turn to take some clothes off since Neville was
going to remain dressed. He took his shirt off first, then his pants, so
that he was standing in just his briefs and socks. Dylan thought the
bulge in the front of the little boy's briefs was one of the sexiest things
he'd seen in a while, even sexier than feeling Evans' pubic hair and
watching his cum shoot.

"Have you ever seen sperms?" Evan asked the now naked Matthew.

"Yep. Everybody I jerked off with doesn't squirt yet, but I've seen two
guys do it."

"How many guys have you jerked off with?" Dylan asked.

"Oh, maybe five. Gonna be more now." His fingers were busily
working his shaft.

"Anybody want to see me shoot?" Evan asked, knowing what the
answer would be.

"Go for it," Matthew said. "I like seeing sperms shoot out."

"Get on the bed, dude," Dylan said. "I don't want you shooting on the
carpet."

"I'll get on the bed if you let me kiss you," Evan said. He was beyond
caring who saw him kiss another boy—his hormones had taken him
prisoner and he wanted the fifth graders to notice what a stud he was.

"Sounds good to me," Dylan said.

"Have you ever seen a boy kiss a boy?" Evan asked the fifth graders.
Certain that the answer would be no, he didn't wait for an answer. He
didn't know, of course, that Patrick and Matthew had not only seen
boys kiss boys, they'd kissed each other.

Evan placed his lips on Dylan's, wrapping his arms around his friend.
The boners of the two boys became squished together and the boys
emitted loud, boyish moans. The fifth graders watched the two sixth
graders trade tongue and rub their cocks together. Evan was leaking
precum and the two boners became oily and slick.

"Don't go cumming on me," Dylan said, breaking the kiss. "I think they
want to watch it shoot out." He was correct on that score.

Evan flopped on the bed and started working his boy cock furiously.
"You can still kiss me," he whispered to Dylan. Dylan got on his knees
next to the bed and placed his lips on Evans'. Once again the boys
kissed deeply, this time jerking themselves off.

Patrick, who was now naked, was playing with his cocklet while
Matthew was seriously jerking off. Neville had been playing with
himself through his pants, but he finally couldn't help himself. He
pulled off his own sweats and boxers and started to openly
masturbate. Dylan stopped kissing Evan, looked over at his brother,
and grinned.

"Oh, fuck, kiss me, Dylan, I'm gonna cum." But instead of Dylan
kissing the eleven-year-old, Patrick pushed his way in front of him
and put his lips to Evans' wet lips. It wasn't that he was overloaded
with horniness like the rest of them, it was just that he loved kissing.
Dylan was instantly jealous of Evan getting to kiss Patrick before he
could, but then realized that if Patrick would kiss Evan then maybe he
could get some kisses from Patrick as well.

"Umffffffffffffff," Evan grunted, his mouth covered by nine-year-old
Patrick's. Patrick knew what was going to happen and broke the kiss.
He wanted to see Evan shoot. Matthew was standing inches from the
bed, his small hand pounding his small cock.

"Oh, fuck, guys," Evan moaned, "here it comes." Evan raised his hips,
then cursed again as his boy cock shot out a clear drop of pubescent
cum, which landed on his chin. Another shot out, hitting directly on his
left nipple, then another on his belly, and finally one dribbled down to
his almost hairless pubic area.

"Holy shit, that was so awesome," Matthew rasped. He then squealed
and had his own intense, but dry, orgasm. Dylan came next, also dry.
Neville then had his own orgasm, which he unsuccessfully tried to
hide.

The only one not yet fulfilled was Patrick, who quit playing with
himself so he could rub Evans' spooge around the area between his
nipples and bellybutton. He licked some of it off of his fingers, which
generated positive comments from everybody but Neville, who said
nothing. For Patrick, an orgasm would either come later, or not at all.
It would end up happening that night in his own bed.

The five boys had different reactions to the pubescent circle jerk.
Dylan wished he could have seen Patrick have an orgasm, but was
impressed by his taking over the kissing of Evan. Dylan's crush on
Patrick turned into a major crush.

Evan, after a moment or two of guilt when he came down from his
ferocious orgasm, felt grown up. He knew the three fifth graders
would look up to him whenever they saw him at school.

Matthew was awestruck by Evans' sperming and couldn't wait to
share what he saw with Mark. While they all agreed not to tell
anybody about what they had just done, it was agreed that Matthew
could share it with his twin brother.

Patrick had been horny, but not to the point where he wanted
everybody watching him while he jerked off. But, he enjoyed the
group sex, was happy he could kiss somebody, and loved the smell,
feel, and, yes, taste of Evan's cum.

As for Neville, once he had his orgasm, he was appalled by what he'd
done. At least I left my shirt on, he thought, or I'd be turning into a
horn dog just like Dylan. He swore he would never get involved in
something like that again. Yet, that night he had to jerk off again as
the images of the four boys masturbating in front of him danced
through his head.

Since it was Veterans Day weekend, the boys would be enjoying
three days off. Evan spent another night with Dylan. Since Patrick
had been willing to lick Evans' cum off of his fingers, Dylan decided to
do what he'd been reluctant to do the night before; he let Evan cum in
his mouth as he sucked him off.

That afternoon, five young prepubescent boys had learned a lot about
each other and about themselves.

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

After dropping Matthew off at Neville's house, Kristy drove Mark to
Misha's, which was a bit over three miles away.  Mark received an
enthusiastic greeting from the young Russian boy and from his
parents. He felt totally at home before he had even taken off his
hoodie.

Mark and Misha worked hard all morning, enjoyed a lunch of
macaroni and cheese, and worked for another hour after lunch. They
were pleased with their final result. The adit to the coal mine looked
realistic to them, as well as to Ryan and Lois. Mark had been given
three rail gondolas from his cousin, Chuck, with the permission of his
father. They had a large model railroad layout at their Eugene,
Oregon, home.

The last thing they did was place the cars on the railroad track they'd
laid out. All they had left to do was wad up the black art paper they
had into little lumps of coal to place into the gondolas.

"It looks really great," Mark said. "You're really talented at designing
stuff."

"You are very good with ideas," Misha said.

"I guess that makes us a good team. My brother's team has a pretty
good project, too. I bet we come up one-two in the voting."

"I just want a good grade."

"Me too, but winning prizes isn't bad either."

The boys settled into Misha's room. "That sure is a nice chess set,"
Mark said. "I heard you beat the best player in the school in chess
club."

"He is good. I surprised him. I am sure he will beat me many times."

"Well, for now you're the top dog."

Misha grinned. He'd been hoping to play Cole that week, but Mr.
Nichols missed school because of a family emergency, so chess club
was cancelled. Since he and Cole had different lunch periods, they
couldn't play during lunch.

"Matthew told me he was going to try to get Neville to show his dick
because Neville is such a...um...he's such a...", Mark struggled for
the word he wanted.

"...prude," Misha finished.

"Are you sure you're the Russian boy?"

Misha giggled. He felt totally at ease with Mark. He had forgotten how
the twins had intimidated him somewhat at orientation. Those were
now different twins, the ones who were his Posse mates and his
friends.

"Since Matthew is trying to see a cock with skin on it, I guess I should
try, too," Mark said.

"You want to see mine?"

"Why not?"

Misha shrugged. He was much more open about his body than
Neville and both boys knew it. He stood up and pulled off his
Dockers. He was now wearing just his shirt and a pair of briefs. "Your
turn," he told Mark.

Mark grinned and removed his jeans. He was wearing boxers. He
and Matthew had convinced their mother to buy them boxers and
they now wore them as well as briefs. They enjoyed the boxers more.
"Now you." The boys had quickly gotten a rhythm going.

Misha removed his socks.  The boys had taken off their shoes when
they entered the house. He and Mark sat on Misha's bed and pulled
their socks off.

"You've got a boner," Mark said, noticing the distinct bulge in Misha's
briefs.

"I bet you have one, too," Misha said as he took off his shirt, leaving
him in just his briefs. His tent was even more prominent now. Mark
followed up by removing his own shirt, leaving him in just his boxers.
Misha could see Mark's tent just to the side of the opening. He
wished he could see Mark's erection slip through the hole and get an
early peek.

But, it was Mark who got the first look, as Misha pulled off his briefs,
his uncut erection springing up at a 70 degree angle. "Sweet," Mark
whispered. He'd seen Misha erect before, but that didn't stop him
from appreciating the sight. "You have a nice dick, Misha. It's so big."
Misha's cock was almost an inch longer than Mark's and was thicker
as well. Unlike Mark or Matthew, his balls had started to drop. But,
while he was a bit more mature than the twins, he was still perfectly
hairless.

Mark then yanked off his boxers, his curved boy cock pointing up at
him, throbbing in time to his heartbeat. "Yours is nice, too," Misha
said. He was still intrigued by cut cocks, having been sexual with only
the uncut variety at the orphanage.

The boys sat on Misha's bed and looked each other over. "You have
a nice body," Mark said. "I can't wait for you to play on our soccer
team next fall."

"Maybe I play with Patrick. I do not yet know." As often happened
when he was nervous, his almost flawless English started to break
down.

The subject didn't stay on soccer long as the two naked tweens
slowly played with their erections, their attention focused on each
other. "Can I touch yours?" Mark whispered.

Misha removed his hand in reply. He felt much more comfortable
sitting on his bed with Mark than he ever had with Ben. Mark seemed
to be much more into sex play than Ben had been. He didn't make
excuses like Ben had; he simply did what he wanted to do. Mark
placed his little hand around Misha's cock and stroked it lightly.

"You rub the top with your thumb, it feels good," Misha told him. The
ten-year-old did what his eleven-year-old friend told him. Misha
groaned in appreciation. "Do you do the masturbation often?" he
asked Mark quietly.

"I like doing it, but me and Mattie like doing other stuff together," Mark
said, suddenly realizing he might have said too much. He kept
stroking Misha, waiting to see how his friend would react.

"Like what other stuff?"

"Just stuff."

"You can play with the balls," Misha said. Mark rubbed them with his
right hand as he continued stroking Misha's boy cock. "I have done
stuff, too," Misha said.

"Like what kind of stuff?" Mark asked.

"Like this kind of stuff."

"You mean, like letting your friends jerk you off."

"Or stuff like this," he said, gently pushing Mark's hands away from
his crotch. He felt in his heart that Mark was totally trustworthy.
Everything he had seen in Mark and Matthew confirmed that opinion.
And so it was that he performed the biggest act of trust between any
of the Posse members up to this point. Misha wanted to do
something he hadn't done since leaving Russia. He wanted real sex
with another boy; a boy who he knew wanted it and would not reject
him for doing it.

Misha slipped off of his bed and faced Mark, standing directly in front
of him. He licked his lips, grinned, and got down on his knees, edging
between Mark's widened legs. He looked up at Mark's face trying to
gauge his reaction. Mark returned Misha's grin, spread his legs a bit
farther apart, and rubbed his hand along Misha's short-cropped hair.

Misha lowered his head and licked the head of Mark's throbbing
cocklet. Mark groaned and held Misha's head tighter. Misha then
licked Mark's shaft from his balls to his head before placing his lips
around Mark's swollen erection. Mark had never felt so turned on in
his life and let out a long, low moan, his soprano dropping down to a
deep alto.

Misha was a practiced cock sucker and was more than able to
accommodate all of the ten-year-old's cock. He rubbed Mark's balls
as he bobbed his head up and down on Mark's erection. Mark
grunted and moaned with each movement of Misha's head. His body
felt like it wanted to explode. Getting sucked by the girls had been
good, getting sucked by his brother was always great, but what Misha
was doing was awesome. I can't wait to tell Mattie, was the last
comprehensible thought he had for a couple of minutes as his brain
lost itself in the sensuous feelings being generated by the handsome
Russian boy kneeling between his legs.

"Oh, fuck, Misha, this feels so fucking fucking fucking fucking shit shit
shit," and his ass rose, his body shook, his cock spasmed, and he
saw colors and dark and heard noises that could have been him and
his body was on fire. He fell back against the wall, begging Misha to
remove his mouth.

Misha sat back on his haunches and jerked his cock a half-dozen
times as he quickly generated an intense dry orgasm of his own. He
then got up on the bed and lay next to Mark.

"Oh, fuck, Misha, that was so incredibly awesome."

"Da," Misha said. "Does your brother do that?"

"Not the way you just did it. You've done this before, huh?"

"Da."

"At the orphanage?"  Misha nodded yes. "Did you do other stuff, too?"
Misha nodded again. "Fuck," Mark whispered. Misha misinterpreted
Mark's comment to himself as a question and almost nodded yes
again. But, at the last moment, he left a little bit in reserve and saved
that revelation for another time.

"I bet Mattie didn't have near as much fun as I did." Mark mused. "I
bet he didn't even have an orgasm."

"I think your brother will find a way."

"Yeah, he's good at that." He smiled at Misha. "But, so am I." He
paused for a moment, and then said, "I never got you off. Sorry,
Misha."

"I got myself off."

"I know, but it's not the same. It never feels as good as somebody
doing it to you."

"It felt very good. No worries," he said, feeling good about throwing in
a bit of slang.

"I owe you one. Hey, do you think you could do this with me and
Mattie both sometime? That would rock beyond awesome."

"We shall see. I think we don't plan this; we just make it happen when
we wish to."

"Sounds good to me. You're awesome, Misha, and not because of
the sex stuff; you just are."

Misha smiled and kissed Mark on the cheek. It was almost as good
as kissing Patrick on the cheek. Almost.

Misha loved what he and Mark had just done. He hoped the two
could do it again, and include Matthew sometime, as well. This was
one of his best days since leaving the orphanage. But, deep down
inside it was Patrick he wanted occupying his bed the way Nikki had
done.

"By the way, if you ever want to know which twin is which twin, I'm the
one with a mole on my ass." He straddled Misha and lowered his ass
close to Misha's face, not for sexual reasons, but just to help Misha
see what he was talking about. He reached back and rubbed a small,
dark mole with his index finger. "See it?"

"Yes, I do." Misha was enjoying the proximity of Mark's ass. Rimming
was not something that was done at the orphanage and Misha knew
nothing about the practice. But, he did find himself stirred by having
Mark almost sit on his face.

"Oh, shit," Mark said. "My mom's gonna be here any minute." He
hopped off of the bed and put himself into emergency dress mode,
the way he and Matthew practiced it, only this time with underpants.

"You did that fast," Misha said as he finally zipped up his pants.

As they left Misha's room Mark said, "We will have the best diorama
in the whole fifth grade."

"No doubt," Misha said with a wide grin.

Misha's mother greeted them as they entered the living room. "It
sounds like you boys were having a lot of fun," she said. "I heard
some pretty loud squeals."

Both boys blushed a deep red, with Mark saving the day as he often
had to do at home. "We were wrestling. I found out Misha is really
ticklish in places." Mark figured he wasn't really lying; he was just
stretching the truth a bit.

Five minutes later he was in the backseat of the SUV. He could
hardly wait to see Matthew. He could hardly wait to show him there
were even better ways to give a blow job than how they did it. And,
he was determined to go sixty-nine with Misha the next time they
messed around.

It had taken a couple of months, but on Saturday, November 10, all
five members of the Posse had been naughty with another Posse
member in some way. It was a start down a new road, and the
relationships between the Posse members would never be the same.
The genie had been let out of the bottle.

Next: Ellis