Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2014 21:04:27 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 31

Welcome back. This chapter tells the story of Ellis, a boy who has
been on the periphery so far. He is going to end up playing a major
role in the story, and this chapter will give you the chance to get to
know him.

I hope you are all 18, and all realize that this story is all mine. Also,
please do donate to the Nifty Archive.

Thanks to all who have sent emails. Douglas.
thehakaanen@hotmail.com.


CHAPTER 31
ELLIS

Many boys would exert some kind of influence on the Puget Posse.
With over 70 boys in their grade alone, it would be difficult for that not
to occur. One of those boys was Ellis, who seemed to find himself in
the middle of events in spite of his best efforts to avoid them. But the
hold over him by two boys who were not in the Posse made that
difficult for him to accomplish.

The boys who had a hold on Ellis were Alden and Jeremiah.
Jeremiah had had his run-in with the twins during baseball the
summer before they started fifth grade. To many it would seem he
walked away from his confrontation the winner. When the twins were
kicked off the team by Jeremiah's father, who was also the coach,
Jeremiah thought he had rid himself of two boys he despised.

 If he had been willing to accept his perceived success as a victory,
life would have been simpler and easier for both him and for the
Posse. But he saw his victory as hollow, and when he saw the twins
at the Puget Academy orientation, he could feel the anger rise in him.
Not only did he maintain his intense dislike for the Kirkwood brothers,
but little incidents over the first two months of school had him disliking
any of their friends, with a special loathing for the members of their
table team, the Puget Posse.

Alden quietly stayed in the background, but he exerted a great deal of
influence over Jeremiah. He helped to tone down Jeremiah's
sometimes volatile personality, but he also came up with plans for
Jeremiah to win more victories over the twins. Alden disliked the
twins with the same fervor as Jeremiah.

Jeremiah needed boys around him he could intimidate to follow his
will. Ellis craved acceptance at the same time he refused to conform
to the mores of his peer group. He was often ruled by fear, and
Jeremiah instinctively knew how to use fear to govern his underlings.
Ellis was an ideal target for the darkness in his heart.

<Ellis's Book>

Ellis was an only child. His mother, Reba, had wanted a daughter, but
she ended up with a son. His father, Gordon, wanted an athletic,
macho son, but he ended up with an effeminate boy who liked playing
with dolls. His father's work as a petroleum engineer took him
overseas for long periods of time. Ellis was, in essence, a one-parent
child and that one parent was a doting mother.

When he was five, his family visited out of town relatives—his father's
brother, sister-in-law, and two nieces. Laura was three and Penny
was six. It was on that visit that Ellis learned how much he liked
getting naked with somebody else. Penny was a curious girl and
wanted to see a naked boy. Ellis was no dummy, and when he said,
"You too," he got no argument. Laura followed along and took her
clothes off, too.

He also learned the joys of playing with dolls. He ended up getting in
trouble with his father both for getting naked with the girls and for
playing with dolls. While he felt badly that Laura and Penny got in
trouble as well, he had no intention of changing his thinking. He had
fun, even if it did make his father angry. His mother comforted him
later, telling him he had done nothing wrong.

Ellis's mother wasn't particularly happy with her marriage, but her
husband was a good man and he earned an excellent salary. She
wasn't disturbed by her husband's absences; she felt happier when
he was gone. Besides, she had her son to keep her company.

When he was six, Ellis tried applying his mother's lipstick, curious as
to how he'd look. He ended up looking like a mess, getting more
lipstick over his face than on his lips. After cleaning him up she
carefully placed lipstick on his lips. He laughed and giggled through
the process. He enjoyed what he saw in the mirror.

His mother would often ask Ellis to sleep with her when Gordon was
away. She liked having his warm, pajama-clad body next to her.
While he preferred sleeping alone, she would bribe him by carefully
applying lipstick on his lips for him to wear for the evening. As
another incentive to get him to sleep with her, she also told him that
as long as they were alone she would let him play with his penis in
her presence without being nagged.


She was not referring to masturbation, but to his little boy habit of
tugging on his junk through his pants, or playing an obvious game of
pocket pool. While she never told him that doing so was bad, she did
keep nagging him to do it in private. But she found his innocent play
oddly stimulating, so she made her deal with him.

By age seven, his straight blond hair came down to his shoulders. His
thin, smooth face and long hair often had people confusing him for a
little girl. His mother purchased girl's clothes and underwear for him.
Sometimes on weekends he would wear a dress around the house,
his lips red with lipstick, his face pink with rouge, and his eyes
darkened by mascara.  He would sleep in his mother's bed wearing a
sheer nightgown. At ages six and seven, he dressed as a girl for
Halloween including wearing make-up. There were many who
thought he was a girl not wearing a costume until they took a really
close look. Ellis loved Halloween.

While all of this was kept secret from Ellis's father, it was hard to hide
his effeminate ways. His father did his best to get his son interested
in sports, and he partially succeeded. Gordon had returned from his
work overseas late in the spring of Ellis's second grade year. He
decided to take his son to a Seattle Sounders soccer game to try to
do some bonding and maybe "man" the boy up a bit.

Going to the game didn't make Ellis want to play the game, but the
seven-year-old became interested in the workings of the game. He
was a bright boy with a very inquisitive mind and loved strategic
things. He was becoming expert at some of the video games he had.
He was learning to play checkers and card games that were more
complex than the simple games his peers played, such as cribbage
and Phase 10.

His father had played the game of soccer through college and was
quite conversant in the strategies of the game. He talked to his son
about what was happening on the field and what the movements of
the players meant, figuring he was probably boring the boy. But Ellis
went from being bored watching a ball being kicked around to very
interested in how the action on the field reacted to the ball. The
Saturday afternoon game was the best time he had ever spent with
his father, who bought tickets for some more soccer games at
Century Link Field.

Ellis was genuinely sad when his father had to leave again just before
school started. The two had had a great summer together, including a
camping trip in August during the week Ellis turned nine.

Reba noted her son's sadness after her husband left. She had taken
note as to how Gordon had genuinely tried to bond with the boy and
how Ellis had eaten up the attention of his father. On the one hand,
she was pleased about the improved father/son relationship, but on
the other hand, she found herself jealous of her husband taking up so
much of her son's attention and resented his treating the boy as a
boy.

There were three big changes in the life and outlook of Ellis as he
turned nine and headed into fourth grade. The first change was his
manner of dress around the house. His father, a formal dresser on
the job and away from home, was quite informal within his own four
walls. That meant he often wore just boxers, a t-shirt, and house
slippers until after he'd taken his morning shower. Since he was on
leave from work during most of his stay, the morning shower often
didn't happen until early afternoon. Ellis emulated his father by
wearing only briefs, a t-shirt, and his own slippers. He wanted boxers
like his father, although at times he wished he could wear his panties
instead of the briefs he usually wore. Reba wasn't pleased with the
clothing choice, or lack thereof, but she tolerated it.

Another change happened when Ellis and his father were on their
camping trip. Gordon rented a small RV and they stayed in RV parks.
They used a public facility for showering and Ellis was able to see not
only his father naked, but other men and boys as well. He was
fascinated by what he saw. There were so many dick sizes, so many
ways they hung down. Some had their skin, while most of them were
like his and had been cut. Some boys had tight scrotums like him,
while others had their balls hanging low like most of the men he saw.
Some boys had pubic hair and some boys didn't. He saw men and
older boys who shaved or trimmed their pubic hair. He even saw a
couple of preteen boys with erections, which fascinated him even
more.

"Dad, why was that boy's penis hard in the shower?" Ellis asked
when they returned to the RV after he saw his first erection.

"Well, son, what you saw is called an erection, or a boner in the
vernacular."

"Ven...ven...nac...u what?"

"Vernacular, meaning common language."

"Oh, I get it," Ellis said, even though he didn't.

Gordon went from there into a serious talk about erections, sex, and
even masturbation. He tried to keep it on the level a nine-year-old
could understand, but he didn't feel he was very successful. Ellis was
much brighter than an average nine-year-old, however, and most of it
made some kind of sense to him although he couldn't always picture
everything.

"So, if I play with my penis when it gets hard then it will feel really
good?" Ellis asked.

"That is correct."

Ellis liked the idea of doing that. After all, it already felt really good to
play with himself and he did it as much as he could, something his
father had noticed. "And it's called masterbeing?"

"Masturbation, or jerking off in the vern..."

"Vernacular or common language," Ellis said with a grin, pleasing his
father.

"You are very bright, Ellis."

"Thank you."

"You are so bright your father calls you son."

Ellis thought about that for a moment, then giggled when he caught
the double meaning of what his father had said. It was his
introduction to puns and plays on words.

"Dad, do you jerk off?"

"Yes, I do. Just about all males do, even if they won't admit to it."

"Even fathers jerk off?"

"Even fathers do it."

"Do fathers show their sons how to do it?"

"Nope. Most of them don't even tell their sons how to do it."

"But you told me how."

"I did, because it is something you should know."

"So if you can tell me how to do it, how come you can't show me
how?"

Gordon smiled. "Because it's just the way it is, and sometimes you
just have to accept things for how they are."

"It's not fair. I want to learn how to do it."

"It is a skill that is easy to teach yourself once somebody tells you
how."

"Can I try it tonight?"

"If you wish."

"Will you watch me to make sure I do it right? It's not the same as
showing me."

"Tonight after we turn the light out, put your hands in your
underpants, pull them off, and experiment for yourself. You'll do fine."

Ellis was disappointed by the response, but decided to try another
tack. "Can I sleep with you?"

"You can sleep in the upper bunk, that's close enough to me." Gordon
was surprised as to how hard he was as a result of this talk with his
young son.

"I'd rather sleep with you." He almost said that he sleeps with his
mother a lot, but remembered to hold his tongue.

"Okay, you can sleep with me, but you will have to keep your
underpants on and save your experimenting for later. No jerking off in
bed if we sleep together."

"Even you can't do it?"

Gordon laughed. "I'd make a big mess."

"With your semen?"

"You're remembering your lesson well."

"Can I still feel myself? I like feeling my penis when I go to bed."

"Do what you wish as long as you stay dressed and don't
masturbate."

"I want to sleep with you tonight. You go away a lot, but my penis will
always be here to play with, so I will leave it alone."

Gordon found himself loving his strange, effeminate son more than
he ever believed he could. Ellis came into his bed wearing only a pair
of white briefs. Gordon put his arm around the boy and stroked his
smooth, bare back, causing Ellis to almost purr. The young boy
snuggled up to his father and quickly fell asleep. Gordon kept his arm
around his son, wishing for the first time in years he didn't have to go
away to work.

For Ellis, the rest of the trip was the best time of his life up until then.
Gordon often felt the same way. His boy seemed to become healthier
and livelier in the outdoors. They talked a lot about many subjects,
including sex, as Gordon became more and more impressed with the
intellect of the boy.

One talk was about the dolls Ellis still had in his room. "You may want
to pack them away," Gordon said. "You seem to have outgrown
them." Gordon was careful not to make his son feel badly about
having the dolls. He was determined to have a positive relationship
with his son. He was convinced his boy was going to grow up to be
gay and decided during his last trip away from home to show his love
by accepting his son for what he was rather than belittling him. So, he
took the strategy of saying the boy had outgrown the dolls rather than
telling him that a boy playing with dolls was wrong.

Ellis agreed to do so. He hadn't played with them for awhile and
thought that his father was right. He was a big boy now, and big boys
didn't play with dolls. "Can I still keep my teddy bear, and Simba the
lion, and my stuffed dolphin, and..." Ellis named his other stuffed
animals.

"It's always good to have an animal to cuddle," Gordon grinned.

"I love you, daddy."

"And I love you son," Gordon said as he gave Ellis a big hug and
ruffled his long hair. He would love to see the hair cut to the length a
boy should wear, but for now he wasn't going to fight that battle. He
didn't want to negate the positive that was happening during his time
at home.

Ellis even popped a boner in the shower once. He showed it off
proudly to his father. He felt like the erection made him a man.

"Is mine big for my age?" Ellis asked as he held his hairless hard-on
for his father to see.

His father looked at his son's pencil thin erection and said, "It is a fine
example of manhood, son."

"Yours is bigger than mine just hanging there."

"And yours will grow into manhood."

"Will I ever see how big your erection is?"

"No."

"I didn't think so," Ellis said, giggling as he washed his genitals.

Father and son slept together for the rest of the trip. Ellis enjoyed
sleeping with his father much more than he did with his mother. His
father was strong and warm and he asked for nothing in return. Ellis
loved having the man's strong arms around him. He even got a boner
on occasion, but kept his promise and didn't play with it while in bed
with his father. He was in bed with his parent because he wanted to
be there, not because he was being coerced and bribed.

The third change came about after his father left. Ellis cried in the
back seat of the car during the entire ride to the airport. He'd never
been sad to see his father leave. His father waited until getting
through security before he let some tears flow.

"I miss daddy," Ellis said on the drive home. Tears were still dripping
in the back seat.

"He will be back at Christmas," Reba said. "And until he gets back,
you still have mommy to take care of you." Reba had never had a
problem with her husband's aloofness, but now she carried a
resentment against him for his determination to bond with his son.
She did not like sharing Ellis.

That evening she watched as Ellis applied his own lipstick while she
combed his long hair. He was wearing a t-shirt, a pair of briefs, and
his slippers. Reba thought that even though he was nine, he was a
sexy little boy.

"You are a very pretty boy," she told him.

His father called him handsome and his mother called him pretty.
Either way, it gave him the feeling that he was good looking and he
was proud of that.

"Why did you put away your dolls?" she asked.

"Daddy thought I was too big for them."

"Pretty boys never outgrow their dolls," she said.

"Well, I did," he told her defiantly.

That night she asked him to sleep with her. He didn't want to, but she
reminded him how she let him put her lipstick on and how she'd
applied his mascara for him, so he relented. When they retired, she
told him to take off his shirt. He was going to sleep with her wearing
just his underpants, just like he did with his father. But while he would
cuddle up with his father, he turned his back to his mother. He put his
hand inside of his briefs and played with his little boner, something he
didn't do when he slept with his father.

His mother scooted in and started to rub his smooth back, and then
his chest. He didn't stop playing with himself as she stroked him.

"What are you doing down there?" Reba asked, as if she didn't know.

"Nothing," was all he said, but he didn't stop what he was doing.

"Turn around and face me, sweetie."

"No."

She rolled away from her son, wondering if her husband had stolen
him from her.

It would be awhile before Ellis slept with his mother again. In the
interim he experimented with masturbation. He learned that there was
more to do with his penis than pee out of it and play with it.

It was a sunny and warm Saturday in late September that his life
changed some more. He was riding the new bicycle he had received
for his birthday along the residential street he lived on, careful to stay
within the boundaries his parents had laid out for him.

He came across an older boy shooting baskets in his driveway. Of
course, he recognized the boy since he lived in the same
neighborhood, but he didn't know the boy's name. Now that his
parameters were expanding, Ellis wanted to meet new people, but
was shy around other kids. He felt more comfortable around adults
than he did around his peers. So, he got off his bike and watched the
boy shoot baskets, hoping the older boy would say something. He
wasn't disappointed.

"Hey," the boy said. He had sweaty brown hair that stuck to his
forehead and almost touched his ears on the side. He was wearing
blue basketball shorts with white piping and no shirt. One of the
things Ellis had learned while camping with his father was that he
loved looking at naked or near naked male bodies. He loved the
boyish look of the older boy, noting the muscle definition of the
maturing body. "You're the kid who lives down the street."

Ellis nodded shyly.

"Your mom and my mom are friends."

Ellis finally spoke. "Who's your mom?"

"Mary Green. My name is Barry Green. I'm twelve."

"I'm Ellis and I'm nine." He had met Barry's mother and had seen
Barry around the neighborhood, but had never connected the two.

Barry walked over to Ellis. Even at 4'10 he towered over the 4'1 nine-
year-old. Ellis cowered, wishing he hadn't stopped to talk, but he
relaxed when he saw the wide grin on Barry's face.

"Cool bike," the older boy said, touching it lightly with his right hand.
"It looks new."

"I got it for my birthday."

"Sweet. Want to shoot some hoops?"

"I don't know how. I'm no good at sports."

Barry looked the skinny little boy over. "I guess I shouldn't be
surprised," he said without malice. "Come on, I'll show you some
stuff."

Ellis set his bicycle down in the driveway and removed his helmet,
placing it next to the bike. Barry handed the basketball to Ellis and
told him shoot it. Ellis's shot didn't even reach the backboard. Barry
patiently spent the next hour showing Ellis how to make a lay-in. Ellis
worked hard to get the ball into the hoop.

He soon had his shirt off. The feel of Barry's bare skin on his as the
older boy leaned over him to help him set up for his shot sent shivers
down Ellis's spine. Barry liked the feel of the younger boy and let his
upper body intentionally touch Ellis's bare torso.

When Ellis finally made a lay-in, it was a two-handed set shot under
the basket. The nine-year-old whooped with delight, his feet finally
leaving the ground.

"Great shot, Ellis," Barry said as he gave the little boy a big hug.
Barry found himself liking the young blond who looked almost like a
girl. For his part, Ellis, who was desperate for a friend, liked the older
boy who lived up the street.

"Let's try a couple more shots," Barry suggested. He let his hand
wander across Ellis's chest as he set the boy up for another shot.
Both preteens got a quick thrill from the contact. Ellis took five more
shots, making one, before Barry's mother called from the kitchen
window.

"Barry, it's lunch time." Then she saw Ellis and smiled. "Hello, Ellis,
nice to see you here."

"Hello, Mrs. Green"

"Would you like to join us for lunch?"

"I need to ask my mom."

"Don't worry about that, I'll call."

Ellis started to follow Barry into the house, but suddenly stopped. He
turned and looked back toward the street.

"What are you looking at?" Barry asked. Then he saw the answer
lying on its side on the front lawn. "Your bike will be fine sitting there."
Barry started for the house again, but Ellis stayed where he was.

"What's wrong boys?" Mary Green asked.

"Ellis is worried about his new bike."

"My mom said not to leave it by itself," Ellis said.

"Very smart of your mother," Mary said. While their neighborhood was
a safe one, Mary completely understood Reba wanting her son to be
responsible. "Barry, why don't you open up the garage so Ellis can
leave his bicycle there."

After the bicycle was taken care of, Barry donned a fresh t-shirt for
lunch and brought one for Ellis. The shirt hung low enough to cover
his shorts, making it look like he was wearing a short dress. The boys
enjoyed Spaghetti-Os and bread along with what seemed like gallons
of lemonade.

"Do you want to see my room, Ellis?" Barry asked after they finished.

Barry correctly took Ellis's silence for a yes and headed for his room
with the younger boy in tow. Ellis was impressed by Barry's room with
its posters, television, computer, games, and books. He told Barry
how much he liked the room as he finished with a peek out of the
window overlooking the backyard.

"You've got a swimming pool," he said.

"Yep, and it's, like, a lot of fun. Do you want to go swimming?

"I don't have anything to swim in, but I can ride my bike home to get
my swims shorts."

"You can just swim in those," Barry said, pointing to where Ellis's
shorts would be if they were visible. "You look just like a girl with your
long hair and that long shirt."

"Everybody says I look like a girl."

"Cut your hair and nobody will say it any more."

"I like my hair long. And, I don't mind if people say that to me."

"For real?"

Barry shook his head. Ellis was wondering if he had perhaps gone
too far. There was no way he was going to go farther by telling Barry
how he liked to wear lipstick and makeup. However, Barry surprised
him by taking things a bit farther.

"If you had lipstick on, I'd ask you to be my girlfriend because you're
really cute."

"I am?"

"I think so."

Ellis started giggling. He was feeling more and more comfortable with
the boy from down the street.

"What's so funny?" Barry asked.

"I could be your girlfriend and nobody would know I was your
boyfriend." Barry started laughing and the two boys flopped supine on
his bed, rolling with laughter.

"But then you'd get naked and everybody would look and say, Barry's
girlfriend is a boy and they'd all say I was gay." Barry looked at Ellis
and started laughing even harder.

"What?" Ellis asked.

"What if you really are a girl?" Barry asked. "What if you don't have a
dick under your dress?"

"I have one." Ellis insisted.

"But what if it's fake rubber and just hangs down?"

"It's real. I have balls, too."

"Those could be fake."

"Everything I have is real." Ellis was taking Barry's teasing seriously
and started to pout some, which Barry noticed. "I could show you."

"Hey, Ellis, I was only teasing. I bet everything you have is real."

"I could show you," Ellis repeated. "It's all real."

Barry felt his pubescent cock start to stir in his basketball shorts. "You
want to show me for real?" the twelve-year-old asked.

"I'm a boy," Ellis said matter-of-factly. It was his turn to surprise Barry.
He stood up and reached under the long t-shirt and yanked his shorts
and briefs down past his knees. The stirring in Barry's shorts went up
a notch to a semi-boner. He couldn't see anything because Ellis let
the t-shirt flop back down, but he knew there was nothing between
that shirt and Ellis's junk.

"Pull up the shirt and show me," Barry said, his voice sounding
somewhat raspy.

Ellis had become very trusting of Barry after the attention and
friendship he'd received. He was not accustomed to that kind of
consideration. He pulled the long t-shirt up and held it above his
nipples. His little cocklet was drooping over his balls. Ellis liked
exhibiting himself for Barry.

Barry found himself breathing hard. He was unprepared for the
beauty of the little blond.  The tween now had a full-fledged boner
and it was pushing out against his shorts. "It could all be fake," he
whispered.

"I can get boners," Ellis said.

"Yeah, if you get a boner, then it must be real." Barry wanted to reach
out and make the young boy hard. "I could give you a test," he said.

"How?"

"I could make you get a boner, then we'd know there's no way it's a
fake."

"I know it's not a fake." Ellis knew from the talks with his father how
Barry intended to make his penis hard.

Barry was not a novice when it came to boy sex. He and his buddies
had learned about jerking off together before Barry turned twelve. It
was at the sleepover for his twelfth birthday that he and three friends
played truth or dare where the ultimate dare was jerking somebody
else off. That opened the floodgates to mutual masturbation. The past
summer had them progressing from talk about cock sucking to
actually doing it. As a result, Barry wasn't shocked about the
sensuous feelings he had around Ellis; he wasn't experiencing
anything new.

"Take your shirt off," Barry commanded.

Ellis did so gratefully; he was getting tired of holding it in place. He
was now naked except for his shorts and undies bunched halfway
down his shins as well as his shoes and socks. He tried willing his
cock to get hard, but at nine that was sometimes easier said than
done. Not being shy about his body, Ellis pulled his shorts and his
briefs over his shoes, making himself all but naked. He shuddered
from the feelings seeping through his groin.

"Sit back on the bed," Barry said, and Ellis obeyed. Barry checked out
the young boy's smooth, lightly tanned torso. He could see that he
had no hairs of any kind below his neck; the boy next to him was
perfectly smooth. Barry's cock was pushing against his shorts with so
much pressure he thought it would break. He yanked off his shorts
and boxer-briefs and was now as naked as Ellis.

"Wow, yours is big," Ellis said, comparing Barry's four inches to the
two inches he'd be showing if he was hard.  Ellis wondered if his
father's got that big when he had a boner.

Ellis's cock was becoming tumescent and it quickly became fully
erect when Barry reached over with his right hand and curled the
fingers of his small hand around Ellis's tiny cocklet. Both boys were
now rock hard. Ellis had never felt anything as wonderful as Barry's
hand around his cock.

"Do you jerk off?" Barry asked, figuring the answer would be no. After
all, when he was nine he had no clue what jerking off was. He did
know he liked playing show-and-tell with other boys, not to mention a
couple of girls, so he wasn't too surprised at Ellis's eagerness to get
naked in front of him.

"Sometimes."

"For real? You know what jerking off is?"

"It's what you're doing to me," Ellis said. He then placed his tiny hand
around the four inch, maturing cock of the pubescent boy next to him
on the bed and started stroking him. "And it's what I am doing to you."

"Fuck oh fuck, I can't believe it. You're jerking me off just like you've
been doing it forever."

"I've never done it to somebody else," Ellis said, wishing he could
have done it to his father. But that didn't really matter now, because
what he was doing with Barry was the best thing he'd ever done.

"Do you cum?" Barry asked.

As a result of his talks with his father, Ellis knew exactly what Barry
was talking about. "No, and I've never had an orgasm yet." Barry was
truly shocked at how much the little blond knew. "Do you cum?" Ellis
asked.

"A little bit. Not as much as my friends do."

"I thought big boys had hair like my daddy has." Barry was still bare
and smooth in his pubic region.

"Everybody gets hair at different times. My friend Frank started
getting hair when he was ten. Tommy, he's got none like me and Dax
got his first one a couple of weeks ago. Lloyd's got a little bit and
Wade had hair before he was twelve and has as much as Frank.
Everybody but Tommy can shoot cum. Those guys are all my jerk off
buddies." He didn't mention them also being blow job buddies as well.

"You must do a lot of jerking off."

"Just about every day, most of the time more than once. I do it mostly
by myself, but I do a lot of it with my friends, too."

"I wish I had friends like that."

"Hey, you've got me, Ellis." Ellis broke into a wide grin on hearing
Barry's words of friendship.

The boys sensed that the time for talk was over. Ellis started to work
diligently on jerking off another boy for the first time. Barry was doing
to Ellis what he had done to all of his jerk off buddies. He'd never
touched anybody this young, but Ellis had seemed eager for messing
around almost since coming into his room. He didn't feel any guilt
feelings at all about what he was doing to the little nine-year-old next
to him.

The only noise in the bedroom was moans and squeaks of pleasure
of the two preteens along with the sound of the two hands pleasuring
the two boy cocks, the light squeaks of the bed in time to the
movement of their small bodies. Barry felt the familiar sensations of
orgasm build up in him and told Ellis to hold his cock tighter and to go
faster.

"Oh, fuck, oh shit, here I come, Ellis," Barry squawked. He and his
friends had learned how sexy it sounded to cuss when they came.
Barry wanted to start yelling out his feelings, but he knew his mother
was home and he had to keep the noise down. "Ohhhhhhhh,
fuuuuuuuuuuuck," he moaned as he squirted out three streams of
clear boy cum, hitting between his pink nipples, then just above his
belly button, and finally onto his bare pubic area.

"That is awesome," Ellis said as he kept stroking the older boy.

"Okay, you can stop now," Barry said as his cock became over-
sensitive.

He resumed what he had been doing to Ellis. It took a couple more
minutes for the young boy's body to begin to quiver and shake as he
became overwhelmed by new feelings. Barry felt the little boner
spasm and jerk as Ellis let out a squeal and then was overcome by
his first orgasm.

"Wow, you cummed hard," Barry said. "You're really cool, Ellis."

"I liked that," Ellis said. "I thought I was going to pee and then
everything felt really good."

"I have ways to make it feel even better."

"Are we going to do it again?" Ellis asked.

"If you want to."

"I want to do it all the time," Ellis grinned. Then his face turned
serious and he asked, "Are we going swimming now?"

"Next time. Just bring your swim shorts, but we got to do it soon
before it gets too cold."

"I like you a lot."

"I like you a lot, too, little guy."

That was how Ellis had his first orgasm and received a first hand
lesson on so many of the things his father had talked to him about.
Ellis wanted to learn as much about sex as he could, and Barry was
more than willing to teach him.

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

Thus began Ellis's sexual life. On his second visit, Ellis learned about
dry humping. Because he was so much lighter than Barry he was the
top, but that role would eventually change. Ellis also started
masturbating regularly in his bed. It wasn't a daily thing since he
wasn't yet driven by the fire of pubescent hormones in his blood
stream. However, he created an occasional orgasm simply because it
felt so good.

One night when he was sleeping with his mother, he masturbated
himself to a climax. His mother was asleep, but it would not have
bothered Ellis if she had been awake. It wasn't the last time he
masturbated to an orgasm in her bed; the act made him feel
incredibly naughty and nasty.

When Halloween came, Ellis dressed as a girl complete with makeup.
Barry stayed home to give out candy with his friend Dax. He didn't
recognize Ellis at first, but when Ellis started talking Barry broke out
into wild laughter.

"Ellis, you make an even better girl than you do a boy," he said.
"Fuck, you look awesome." Barry wasn't worried about cussing. His
mother and father were in the back of the house watching TV. Ellis
had heard him cuss every time they had sex. Dax cussed even more
than Barry did, so he certainly wasn't an issue. "I want to kiss you."

Ellis felt himself blushing at the praise of his older friend. "My mom is
waiting for me," Ellis said, hoping Barry would still want to kiss him.

Barry waved to Ellis's mother and yelled, "Hey, Mrs. Zwingle. I just
want to take Ellis in so mom can see his awesome costume." Reba
smiled and waved, indicating it was okay.

"Well, who is this cute little girl who is all dressed up?" Mary Green
asked as Barry led Ellis into the room. Then she took a second look
and held her right hand to her mouth. "Oh my lord, that is Ellis
Zwingle! I would never have thought it without looking close. Did your
mother help you with the makeup?"

Ellis, who was thoroughly embarrassed, nodded yes. He wasn't going
to reveal to anybody that he wore lipstick and makeup much more
often than Halloween.

"Well, I will certainly have to call your mother and tell her what an
expert job she did. Isn't he cute, Dave?" she asked her husband. He
grunted and said something about how boys should be boys.

Barry took Ellis back to the front door. "Is it okay if I kiss you, Ellis?"

Ellis nodded and Barry planted a light kiss on the lips of the young
boy. It wasn't much of a kiss for many reasons. Barry was worried
about smearing the lipstick over Ellis's face and getting it over his
own face, which would give away what they had done. It was also his
first kiss ever and he wasn't completely sure how the process
worked.

"You gonna spend the night next weekend?" Barry asked.

"If my mom lets me."

"She will because my mom likes you." After Ellis left, Barry turned to
Dax and said, "Dude, we gotta get kissing lessons from somebody
and quick."

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

It ended up being a couple of weeks before Ellis could spend the
weekend with Barry because of family schedule conflicts. Ellis's
mother loved that her son had an older boy to look up to, while
Barry's mother was pleased at how her son treated his young friend,
giving him the guidance of an older brother. Neither mother had an
inkling of what happened behind the closed doors of Barry's
bedroom.

Before Ellis's stay-over Barry convinced his friends that kissing each
other wasn't as gross as it sounded. "How are you going to know how
to kiss Margie if you don't practice?" he asked Tommy one day at
lunch

Everybody agreed being good at anything took practice. A couple of
days later the gang met at Dax's house after school. It was their usual
after school meeting place since Dax was a latch-key kid and they
had an hour or more to have fun together.

This time they practiced kissing. They knew just enough about
French kissing to be dangerous. They found they not only liked
kissing, but that kissing a boy wasn't gross at all, which meant that
kissing a girl would have to be beyond awesome. Barry found out that
kissing Dax and cumming at the same time put him into yet another
world. He couldn't wait to try that with Ellis.

The following Saturday, Ellis spent the night. At Barry's request, Ellis
brought some lipstick. He was becoming quite proficient at applying it,
and also knew how to clean it off. That night Barry gave Ellis lessons
in kissing, and he soon had Ellis kissing like an expert. For the first
time Barry topped Ellis when they dry humped. The younger boy
loved having the bigger boy on top, loved being kissed as Barry
rubbed his boner against him, and especially loved having the older
boy's cum shoot on him. He refused to clean the cum off of him. He
left that and Barry's second cum on him for the rest of the night. The
two boys fell asleep with sticky bodies and lipstick smeared faces.

Ellis's father came home in December and stayed until the beginning
of February. He took Ellis on a three day trip to a chalet in the
Snoqualmie Pass area over Martin Luther King weekend.

Once again Ellis slept with his father. The first night he wore only his
briefs, but the next two nights he was nude. His father said nothing,
confirming to his son that there was nothing wrong with nudity, even
though his father slept wearing boxer-briefs. Ellis loved having his
father's strong arm draped around him. On the third night he broke
his promise to himself and jerked off to a body-quaking dry orgasm.
His father never mentioned it, but deep down Ellis hoped his father
knew what he'd done.

The days were full of fun in the snow. The evenings were spent sitting
on the couch watching a movie. Once again, Ellis tested the limits of
the dress code. The first night he wore nothing but his briefs and his
slippers. The next night it was just his slippers.

"Ellis, you might want to get dressed," his father said.

"I like being naked. It feels good. And the fire is so warm it makes me
feel good all over when I'm naked."

"Are you naked around your mother?" Gordon asked with a hint of
concern in his voice.

"No."

"I'll be okay with it, but you need to promise to put something on if I
ask you to." Ellis promised, but was not asked to dress, even when
he went to bed with his father.

The meals were prepared by Gordon, who, Ellis found out, was an
excellent cook. Ellis loved the days he spent with his father. He even
tolerated his father telling him a half-dozen times that he might want
to get a haircut and look like a boy.

The weekend confirmed Ellis's feelings about nudity, at least as far as
his own nakedness was concerned. He loved being naked—in fact he
craved the feeling of freedom. After his father left, he started being
naked at home. At first his mother objected, but she finally let him
have his way as she'd done when she tried to get her son to stop
playing with his penis around her. Now she had to put up with him
doing it in the nude and with an occasional view of his little erection.
Ellis slept naked when he slept in her bed, but always with his back to
her.

Reba would sometimes put makeup, lipstick, and mascara on her son
so she could pretend the naked boy in her living room was her little
girl. She decided to see if he would compromise with her. She asked
him if he would wear panties around the house after she made him
up, and she would let him be nude the rest of the time. He said he
was okay with it, so at times he'd walk around the house wearing
makeup and panties.

Those became the nights Reba wanted the boy in bed with her.
Those were the nights she'd rub his skinny chest and smooth
abdomen, making his body shiver from her ministrations. She would
softly nuzzle his neck as she petted her little "girl". Her hand would
rub his nipples and his belly button and go down to the waist band of
his panties, but never any farther lest her fantasy be shattered by
what she knew she'd find under the silken garment.

In February, Ellis's sex education was advanced another notch. For
the past few months, Barry and his friends had taken up oral sex.
Barry loved getting blow jobs, although he wasn't as keen at giving
one, especially to Frank and Wade, who both shot out a lot of cum.
But he knew that in order to receive he had to give.

Barry was ready to show his "little brother" more of what he and his
friends were discovering. His prime motive wasn't as much to
educate Ellis as it was to satisfy himself. Barry had become
increasingly fond of the young boy, however, and wasn't about to do
anything that would hurt the little nine-year-old.

It didn't escape his attention that Ellis loved nudity and loved sexual
contact. He was insatiably curious about sex, much more so than
Barry had been at that age. His sex at age nine had consisted of
show-and-tell with some buddies. Ellis knew a lot more at nine than
he had and Barry saw nothing wrong with it. He was ready to show
the little blond munchkin even more as long as Ellis was ready to
learn it.

Next: Jeremiah and Ellis