Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 18:09:02 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 32

Welcome back. In the last chapter you learned about Ellis and his
strange life at home. In this chapter you will find out more about Ellis,
as well as learn about some of the things that make Jeremiah and
Alden tick.

Remember to be 18. Also remember these dudes are all fictional
characters. And please, donate to the Nifty archive.

Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com



CHAPTER 32
JEREMIAH AND ELLIS

[Jeremiah's Book]

Jeremiah lived in an affluent household. While not an only child, his
status was close to that of an only child. His half-sister, Wendy, was
ten years older than he was and lived with her mother since before he
was born.  The two of them never really connected as siblings. His
father, Gordon Hunt, owned an auto dealership. He had no doubt that
money begat privilege, and that he was a cut above the average
man. While he didn't have the English upper crust snootiness of
Neville's father, he could outdo Reginald St. Aubin-Jones for pure
arrogance.

He made sure that the son he had desired so desperately wanted for
nothing. He showered the boy with the benefits of affluence. In
Gordon's eyes his son could do no wrong, and so Jeremiah got away
with far too much without being held responsible for his actions.
Gordon loved his daughter, but to him being a father was about
having a son.

Years had gone by after his daughter was born without another child,
let alone a son. He felt his wife had become less and less interested
in sex, although that wasn't entirely true. She was, in fact, becoming
less and less interested in her philandering husband. He divorced his
wife, giving her a generous settlement and setting up his then eight-
year-old daughter for college and beyond.

He ended up marrying Amanda Hillyard, whom some called a trophy
wife, less than a year after the divorce.  What Gordon knew about her
was that she had a sexy body, was fabulous in bed, and even
seemed to have half a brain. The result was that ten months after the
wedding he was blessed with Jeremiah.

To his credit, Gordon Hunt not only provided his son with more things
than any boy would ever use or need, he also gave him his time and
attention. Unfortunately, what he taught his son was that with money
came privilege—the kind of privilege that meant Jeremiah didn't
necessarily need to be responsible for his actions.

Jeremiah grew up a bully. He was a bully from the time he stepped
into pre-school. When he saw weakness, he went for it. When he saw
strength, he became allied with it. He liked boys with a bit of a mean
streak in them, and saw himself as their leader and their superior.

His father encouraged his behavior by standing up for him. If a child,
or a parent, or a teacher, or an administrator complained about
Jeremiah's behavior, Gordon found a way to twist the incident to
place the blame on the other party, not on his son. Even if his son
was found guilty of some transgression, he didn't fear punishment
from his father. His father was quick to let his son know that he had
been unjustly accused or had been punished for something he hadn't
done.

Jeremiah suffered from an affliction known as affluenza. To him,
affluenza meant that because he was so rich and privileged and
wonderful that his shit didn't stink.

Gordon Hunt encouraged his son to play sports. While Jeremiah was
a talented athlete, he didn't have the ability or the drive to be a first-
rate player. That didn't stop Gordon or Jeremiah from believing he
was the best player on his team. If a coach or anybody else didn't
recognize his abilities, it was because of their lack of knowledge of
the sport.

Jeremiah's father knew he didn't have the time to coach his son in
every sport, so he chose baseball. He had played high school ball
and was a Mariner season ticket holder. That background had him
believing he had the ability to be a top-flight coach.

When Jeremiah was a third grader, Gordon spent a year watching his
son's peers in the area play various levels of baseball. By spring of
Jeremiah's fourth grade year, Gordon had recruited a talented group
of players and entered a team in a select baseball league.

Two of the players he recruited were Mark and Matthew Kirkwood.
Gordon Hunt liked the ability of the twins and felt that, of the boys on
the baseball team, only his son was a better player. Because he had
his own blinders on, Coach Hunt failed to see that not only were the
twins better ballplayers than Jeremiah, but so were two or three other
boys on the team.

Gordon soon regretted inviting the twins to play on his Orioles team.
To him they were a pair of strong-minded boys who bullied his son as
well as other players on the team. And on the field of play, they were
all but uncoachable.

The twins saw Jeremiah as the bully and felt it was their duty to
protect their teammates from his harassment. Jeremiah saw the twins
as a threat to his superiority. They not only refused to follow him, they
continually called him on his shit. Jeremiah had tried to make friends
with them, but their awareness of what bullies are like, plus their
sense of justice, kept them out of Jeremiah's fold.

After Coach Hunt came up with a trumped-up excuse to remove the
twins from the team, Jeremiah discovered a few things. While he was
a privileged brat and not nearly the gift to the world that his father
kept telling him he was, he was a bright boy. After the twins left, he
found out he could not carry a team by himself, as the losses started
to pile up. He also found out he was not as popular as he had made
himself out to be. Alden was close to him, as was Eddie, whom he
despised. The rest of the team kept their distance, even those whose
silence had supported him against the twins.

But the biggest thing Jeremiah discovered was that there were many
forms of bullying, and not all of them were physical. The way he saw
it, he hadn't got the twins kicked off of the team by outfighting them,
but rather by outmaneuvering them. The ten-year-old knew that his
father hadn't become the powerful owner of a successful business by
beating people up; he'd done it my outthinking them. Jeremiah took
his victory over the twins as a proof of his superiority, not realizing
that Matthew and Mark were more than happy to leave the
dysfunctional Orioles.

One thing that Jeremiah did during spring of his fourth grade year
was take the test for the Puget Academy. His father had heard good
things about it from some of the other businessmen in the Chamber
of Commerce.

"One thing about it," Guy Jones, the owner of a software firm, told
him, "you can't buy your way into that school. Every kid there is
bright, which makes the academic competition tough. My boy, Gary,
thrived there and I expect the same from Will."

"If a boy fails the test, does he get another chance at it?" Gordon
asked.

"Nope, unless there are incredible extenuating circumstances, it is
sink or swim. I've never heard of any exceptions being made."

Gordon was a bit upset to learn that quite a few scholarships were
offered to deserving kids. At least at Jeremiah's current school,
money was the key to enrollment, not brains. But, he also knew it
wouldn't hurt his son to be challenged some. As much as he spoiled
the little brat, he could also see that academically he was not
performing anywhere near his ability. If he could pass the test, maybe
the Academy would be just what Jeremiah needed.

Just to make sure he covered all of his bases, he had a chat with
Martin Blowers, the Puget Academy Headmaster. "So, the test has to
be passed in order to gain admittance?" Gordon asked, after the two
had gone through all of the friendly preliminaries. "No exceptions?"

"That is correct," the headmaster said. "Even the sons of faculty
members must pass." Martin Blowers was used to these
conversations; he had two to three of them every year at this time.

"This is the exact environment my son needs—being around other
boys as bright as he is. I could make a very generous donation to
your school if an exception becomes necessary."

"Money is not what gets you into our school, although it helps once
the test is passed. The number of scholarships is limited, so the
families of the large majority of our students must be able to afford
the tuition." Dean Blowers looked directly at Gordon Hunt and said.
"And even that is no guarantee."

"I am willing to pay for one full scholarship every year Jeremiah
attends your Academy."

"And that offer is appreciated. I am sure it is something you and I can
discuss once your son passes the test and is admitted to the Puget
Academy." Dean Blowers was certain that the two of them would
never discuss the topic again; he'd dealt with blowhards like Gordon
Hunt all too often during his twelve years as headmaster.

The headmaster would write a letter to Gordon Hunt reminding him of
the conversation, but it was sure to land in the circular file. He ended
up being correct in his assumption. Jeremiah Hunt ended up passing
the test with an impressive score. The headmaster sent the letter
regarding a scholarship donation. He never received a reply.

Jeremiah had no real friends. He had followers; boys who hung
around him because he was a bad boy, or boys who were intimidated
by him and became ass kissers to gain his favor and not be bullied by
him.

Alden was a bright boy and a talented athlete. Like Jeremiah, he was
into intimidation. But, he liked being in the background, a power
behind the throne so to speak. He first met Jeremiah on the Orioles
and found a kindred soul. Jeremiah could be the bad boy in the
spotlight, while he could be the one in the background giving some
poor boy the final squeeze of his nuts, while convincing everybody he
was really a nice boy.

He disliked Mark and Matthew almost as much as Jeremiah did,
because they saw right through his Mr. Nice Guy act. He disliked
them for their popularity and their perceived superiority. And he would
grow to thoroughly dislike them because they wouldn't allow him to
become part of their inner circle.

It wasn't long after the twins were kicked off of the Orioles that
Jeremiah had his first ever overnight. Alden had a couple of friends
who he'd done overnights with. He decided to invite Jeremiah and
find out what he was really like.

Unlike Jeremiah, Alden had a nice boy reputation and was well liked.
Yet even at the tender age of ten he could quickly stab a friend in the
back if he felt he had something to gain from it. Alden was also
afflicted by affluenza. He was always looking to see what he could
gain from any relationship, doing so with a deadly subtlety.

Jeremiah found himself having more fun than he could remember as
he spent a Saturday afternoon at Wild Waves and the evening
playing games with one of the few boys he knew that he considered
his equal.  At Wild Waves Alden saw Jeremiah display a surprising
shyness. The fact that he showered with his swimsuit on wasn't
necessarily surprising; many boys did that. What surprised Alden was
Jeremiah taking his pants to a toilet stall and changing there. Alden
learned that Jeremiah was embarrassed about being naked and had
to think how he could take advantage of that knowledge.

The fact was Jeremiah had never been naked in front of anyone other
than his parents and his doctor. He was ashamed of his body. He'd
seen other boys naked in shower rooms and by age ten had become
acutely aware of the fact that they had more to show in their groin
area than he did. As a result, he elected not to display what he
considered his undersized penis and scrotum. At ten years old, penis
envy had set in.

Jeremiah was surprised when he and Alden got ready for bed. Alden
peeled off his clothes until he was down to a pair of white briefs while
Jeremiah stripped down to his black and white striped boxers.

Jeremiah felt a sudden stirring in him when Alden pulled off his briefs
and stood before him naked. Jeremiah had seen Alden naked in the
Wild Waves shower room earlier that day. He could see that the pink
stub draped over his tight ball sac was bigger than what he
possessed. He stared longer than he knew he should, but he'd
always been fascinated by other boys' cocks. Judging from the things
his father said, he knew looking at naked boys for too long was
wrong, but he couldn't help himself. Once again, he thought about
what his father had related just a few days ago.

"I am so looking for an excuse to fire Lonnie Smith," he said at dinner
time. Lonnie Smith was one of his top salesmen.

"I thought he was a good salesman," Amanda, his wife, said.

"He is, but he's also a faggot."

"Gordy, not in front of the boy."

"He's ten years old, for god's sake. He's old enough to learn what the
world's like."

"What is a faggot?" Jeremiah asked.

"A homosexual. A queer. A fudge packer.  A man who likes having
sex with other men. In this case, a man who is going to marry another
man next month when he goes on vacation. That is just wrong. I don't
need somebody like that representing my business, but I can't fire
him because of that. The fucking law protects him. But just let his
sales start to slip and I'll have his ass." The double meaning of what
Gordon had just said was missed by everybody.

Jeremiah soaked in what his father was saying and said nothing.

"Maybe a change of subject would be nice," Amanda said.

"I am so happy those damn twins are gone," Gordon said, changing
the subject to placate his wife. "We will be a much better team for it.
The players will certainly be happier, and I know the other coaches
and I are ecstatic."

"They were good baseball players," Amanda said.

"They were not nearly as good as they thought they were." He looked
over at Jeremiah. "I'm sure you don't miss them, do you son?"

"I'm glad they are gone. They kept trying to beat up everybody on the
team. They wanted everybody to think they were tough."

"Well, I'm proud of you for standing up to them. I think they were a
pair of faggots, anyway."

"Gordy, I asked you not to talk like that in front of Jeremiah," Amanda
said.

"I bet the two of them bugger each other every night, and then they
go taking out their inadequacies on their teammates."

"How can the twins be faggots if they're not men?" Jeremiah asked
with genuine confusion.

"Boys often learn how to become queers if their parents don't teach
them any better." He looked at Amanda. "That is why we are having
this conversation."

"What does bugger mean?" Jeremiah asked.

"Gordy, you don't need to answer that." Amanda almost spit out the
food she was chewing.

"It means one man doing it up another man's ass."

"But the twins are boys," Jeremiah said once again, wondering just
what it was that was done up a man's ass.

"Boys can do it, too, and twin boys are notorious for it," Gordon said,
remembering the Murphy twins from his own boyhood. "No matter
who does it, it is simply wrong. If anybody ever suggests something
like that to you, you have my permission to knock them on their ass."

That statement had Jeremiah almost wishing somebody would ask
him if he wanted to bugger them so he could knock him on his ass.

"Neither of them came on to you did they?" Gordon asked.

"Came on to me? What's that?"

"It means they started talking to you about doing sex stuff."

"No." Looking back at the talk a few months later, Jeremiah wished
he had known enough to lie and say yes. It would have been one
more way for him to knock the twins off of their pedestal.

"This has to be one of the most unenjoyable dinner conversations I
can remember, among many. You may leave the table Jeremiah.
Your father and I have some talking to do." Gordon Hunt had all too
often made the mistake of thinking that just because his wife was
blond, had big tits, and an ass to die for, she had no brains. She was,
in fact, a very bright woman, as evidenced by her work in computer
technology.

"Are you okay, Jeremiah?" Alden asked. Jeremiah shook the dinner
conversation out of his head. "You weren't saying anything. You were
just, like, staring at me. You must like looking at me naked."

"Uh, no, that would be, like, really gay."

"Nah, my cousin says it's just being curious about the human body
and about sex. I mean if you took your boxers off and got naked I'd
probably stare at you, too."

"Well, I'm not going to do it because I'm not a faggot."

"My cousin and I aren't faggots," Alden told Jeremiah. "But that
doesn't mean we don't mess around. He's thirteen and knows lots of
stuff. I can show you some of it."

Jeremiah remembered what his father had said about somebody
coming on to him and doubled his fists. He was ready to beat the
crap out of Alden. He didn't care if Alden was his only real friend and
that he was in Alden's bedroom. No faggot was going to come on to
him.

"Just flash me. I promise I won't ask you again." Alden was surprised
at Jeremiah's reaction. He'd never thought of Jeremiah being
embarrassed or shy about anything. Yet today he'd refused to shower
naked or change his clothes in the locker room. Now he wouldn't
even pull down his boxers. Alden had played show-and-tell before,
and everybody at least pulled down their undies and flashed each
other.

"You promise you won't say anything to anybody?"

"I promise."

"You promise you won't come on to me?"

"Dang, Jeremiah, you are really weirding out on me. I told you, I'm no
faggot." Alden unconsciously played with his pink, cut, pubescent
cock, getting hard in the process.

Jeremiah stood up and pulled down his boxers, revealing his thin little
nub of penis and his tight marble-sized balls. Like Alden, his pubic
area was smooth as silk. He quickly pulled the boxers back up.

"Satisfied?"

Alden stood three feet in front of Jeremiah. He kept stroking himself,
working his prepubescent boy cock into a rock hard boner. "Yours is
small," he said.

Jeremiah shoved Alden onto his bed. "You promised not to say
anything," he yelled. He jumped on top of his friend ready to punch
him in the face. But seeing Alden's boner had changed his mindset.
Instead he lay on top of his friend, feeling the other boy's hard piece
of exposed boy meat pushing against his bare belly. The strange
feelings shot through him again, making his stomach and his tiny
cock tingle.

Both boys were frightened. Jeremiah was afraid of his feelings while
Alden was afraid of Jeremiah's sudden burst of anger. It was Alden
who broke the tension. "I didn't mean anything bad," Alden said. "I
was just saying you didn't have a boner like I did." He had meant
what he said, that Jeremiah had a tiny dick, he felt he had managed
to weasel his way out of a tight corner.

"I've never seen a boner before," Jeremiah said.

"If you get off me, you can look at it even more."

Jeremiah rolled off of Alden and looked at the rock hard cocklet
poking up almost parallel to Alden's abdomen. The feelings within
him were incomprehensible. He could hear his father's voice deriding
faggots and wondered if looking at a boner made him a faggot, or
Alden having a boner made him one.

"You can touch it if you want," Alden said. "My cousin, Kirk, does and
it feels really good. It's not gay. He has a girlfriend and everything. He
says messing around isn't gay because we're just boys and it's
having fun."

"My dad says only faggots touch each other."

Alden almost wished he hadn't backed down on his comment
regarding Jeremiah's cock size. "Whatever you say, dude. But you're
missing out on a lot of fun."

"I just want to go in my sleeping bag and go to sleep."

"Okay." Alden wanted to tell Jeremiah he could sleep with him, but
decided not to push the matter. What he did know was that he had
some valuable information regarding Jeremiah and couldn't help but
wonder how he could exploit that knowledge.

Jeremiah crawled into his sleeping bag full of confusion. He knew
Alden was lying about what he meant when he told him he was small.
He's seen enough boys in gym and swimming pool showers to know
he was small down there, and he hated it. He also knew that Alden
did sex things with other boys. Yet, Alden was his friend, so he
couldn't be a faggot. But the biggest part of his confusion were the
strong feelings he had when he saw Alden naked, then got the
stronger ones when Alden popped a boner, and then the ones that
overwhelmed him when Alden said it was okay to touch his boner. He
should have been angry and ready to beat Alden up—instead, he
wanted to touch him, wanted to feel him, to rub him, to stay on top of
him and feel his steel rod poking his belly. He fell asleep wondering
what was wrong with him. He didn't fail to notice that Alden slept in
the nude.

It was a few days later that Alden and Jeremiah each received an
acceptance letter to the Puget Academy—at least their parents did.
But they made contact quickly and were pleased they would both be
attending the school together. It meant they would each have a friend
there, which was an especially big deal for Jeremiah, who didn't have
any real friends outside of Alden.

They did not know until the first day of orientation that there would be
two other boys they knew at the Academy: the Kirkwood twins,
Matthew and Mark.

At first, Jeremiah was furious to see the twins. He fantasized about
beating the shit out of them one at a time. He hated the other three
boys on their table team, threatening them, almost daring the twins to
come after him. He would accept a bloody nose and a black eye to
get them tossed out of the Puget Academy, just as he had set them
up to get kicked off of the Orioles baseball team.

Jeremiah went after Patrick, whom he saw as a little geek, first.
Instead of going after his victim with violence, like he'd done during
baseball season. He'd threatened Patrick, but so far he had simply
flicked the younger boy's ears, giving Patrick the message that he
was around and wasn't going to tolerate any shit from him. The
English boy with glasses seemed to be unflappable; Jeremiah had
plans for him as well. After his one run-in with Misha, he backed away
from him. The stocky little Russian intimidated him.

Jeremiah knew he had to defeat the twins again. There was no way
he was spending four years going to school with two boys he
despised topping the popularity charts.

He was horrified to find out they were on the same bus. The only
good part was that they weren't in the same class—at least not this
year. Alden backed him on that, as did his new friend Tony.  The
three were ready to take the cocky duo and knock them down to size
without ever laying a finger on them.

Jeremiah conceded the twins were bigger and tougher than he was,
but he felt he was smarter and meaner. Instead of being a
threatening bully, Jeremiah took control of his seething anger and
decided to outsmart the twins and their allies, just as he had during
baseball season. He took on Alden's ways of acting nice while he
was really plotting a way to defeat his "enemy."

What he needed to succeed was some undercover help in Mr.
Jackson's class. He needed boys to tell him what the twins were up
to, either intentionally or unwittingly. He had Alden con a couple of
boys to be his friend, and Alden became his conduit of information.
As a result, Jeremiah had a plan to take the twins down.

What he had in mind wouldn't get them kicked out of school, but it
would send them the message that he ruled them, not the other way
around.

[Ellis's Book]

Ellis didn't have many friends, but one of them was a boy named
Barry. Barry was older and was about to turn thirteen. His birthday
was on Friday, February 2nd, and he had an overnight party for a
gang of his friends prior to his real party the next day that Ellis was
invited to attend. That night they did something new; something a
step beyond mutual masturbation. Barry's best friends and sex mates
were all there: Frank, Tommy, Lloyd, Dax, and Wade.

Frank was thirteen and had a bush of pubic hair they all admired,
along with hair under his arms, on his legs, and the start of a treasure
trail. Tommy was still twelve and still looking for his first pubic hair
and his first emission of semen. Lloyd had scattered hairs to each
side of his two-inch hanging penis and low hanging balls, with a hint
of hair coming in at the base of his cock. Dax, who was twelve and
Barry's best friend, had little hairs scattered around his pubic area.
Wade was thirteen and also had a nice nest of hair, along with the
lowest hanging penis and balls. Other than his pubic hair, he was
hairless from the neck down. He also had the longest boner at just
over six inches. It was Frank who was the leader of their sexcapades,
and the night Barry became a teenager was no exception.

"Have you guys ever thought of what getting a blow job is like?" Frank
asked as the boys sat on the floor in the rec room. Their empty
sleeping bags were scattered around the room. The boys were clad
in t-shirts, underpants and socks.

"Who doesn't think about that?" Wade asked.

"Anybody ever had a blow job?" Frank asked.

"Me," Wade said. "I have," Lloyd answered at the same time.

"Whoa," Barry said. "From who?"

"Lisa Tanner and Cindy Grayson," Wade answered.

"Both of them at the same time?" Tommy asked.

"No, doofus, at different times." Tommy, for all of his sexual
experience with the other boys, was still somewhat naďve on the topic
of sex.

"Lisa did me, too," Frank said, "but I didn't know Cindy Grayson did
you. When was that?"

"She got me in the upstairs girls' room after school last Monday."

"Holy shit, you went in the girls' room?"

"The school was pretty much empty. I pulled my pants down in a stall
and she got on her knees and blew me. It was hot, dudes. And Lisa
blew me at Gina's party the same night she did Frank. We were both
in Gina's bedroom with her. That was dope."

"Did you get naked?" Dax asked.

"Oh, hell ya," Frank said. "So did she. She wouldn't swallow, though,
so Wade shot all over Gina's rug, but I blasted my shit right over her
boobs." The boys all had their hands inside of their underpants and
were busily stroking their now hard cocks.

"Cindy wouldn't swallow either," Wade said. "I ended up blowing mine
on the wall. I bet it surprised the janitor when he cleaned the place
up."

Yeah. Like you shoot out gallons of cum," Barry said sarcastically.

"Why get sucked if they ain't gonna swallow?" Frank asked, his cock
now sticking out of the pee-hole in his boxers.

"This is dumb," Wade said. "If I'm gonna stroke myself, I gotta be
free." He pulled off his boxers and displayed his six inch piece of
thick, dark boy-meat. "Anybody want to stroke my awesome cock?"

Tommy yanked off his blue briefs and scooted over next to Wade,
putting his small hand around Wade's big tool. Tommy had a thing for
the mature cocks of Wade and Frank.

"Who sucked you, Lloyd?" Barry asked.

"Jeff Landon."

"He's an eighth grader," Wade said.

"You got sucked off by a guy?" Dax asked. "I never thought Jeff was
gay or anything."

"Me and Jeff did it in the boys' locker room. We were the last ones in
the shower after basketball practice a couple of weeks ago. We were
both boned up and he asked if he could suck me off. Didn't bother me
none, so he got on his knees and sucked me off and I blew my load.
He told me he wasn't gay, just horny. I said it was all cool with me
and I wouldn't tell anybody."

"You just told us," Frank said.

"Everything we ever said or did has always stayed between us, so it's
no big deal telling you guys."

"Did he swallow your load?" Frank asked.

"Hell, ya. He ain't no girl. He's not afraid of cum like it sounds like
they are."

"Well, shit, dudes," Frank said. "If sucking cock is good enough for a
stud like Jeff Landon then it should work for us."

"What are you saying?" Dax asked.

"I'm saying we should be giving each other blow jobs."

"Like you've ever sucked a cock in your sorry life," Wade said.

"Who says I haven't?"

"You're shitting me. Who did you suck."

"His cousin," Barry said. "Frank does everything with his cousin. Then
he shows us, and it's, like, orgy time." Frank's cousin, John, was
sixteen. The two started playing around three years ago when Frank
was ten.

"Nothing wrong with that," Frank said. "I mean you've been showing
that little neighbor kid what I've been showing you guys."

"He loves it," Barry said a bit defensively, knowing Frank was
referring to Ellis.

"So, let's learn how to suck cock and then you can show him and
have your own private little cocksucker."

After another fifteen or so minutes of back and forth talk, dares, and
the usual comments about how gross sucking a dick was going to be,
they ended up naked and paired off. Barry picked his best buddy Dax
to be his partner, Frank had Lloyd, and Wade stuck with Tommy who
was still playing with his cock.

Frank knew what the number sixty-nine was about, but was smart
enough not to bring it up. He wanted his friends to have some
experience before taking them to the next level. Since Lloyd had
been on the receiving end, he instructed him on how to give a blow
job while the other four boys watched.

None of them waited for Frank's climax; they were all too horny and
too eager to do it for themselves. Dax went down on Barry, while
Tommy, with his fixation on big, hairy cocks, went down on Wade,
wondering what it would be like to have his mouth filled with Wade's
boy juice.

The boys didn't have to wait long for the inevitable conclusions.
Wade, who had already been close to cumming, gave Tommy a
mouth full of cum. Tommy swallowed almost all of it and loved the
experience.

Frank filled Lloyd's mouth soon after. Right away, Frank shook off his
post-orgasmic depression and went down on Lloyd, bringing him off
within seconds. As he lay on his back in a state of bliss, Lloyd
wondered if Jeff Landon would let him go down on him. Jeff was
fourteen and bigger than Frank or Wade. Lloyd found himself
intrigued by the challenge.

Dax swallowed Barry's light emission as the other four watched in the
dark. Barry never got the chance to go down on his friend as Dax
surprised everybody, including himself, with a no-touch cum just as
Barry shot his load.

Lloyd and Frank slept in their own sleeping bags, while Tommy slept
with Wade, loving the feel and smells of the older, more mature
tween. Dax and Barry slept cuddled together as they did often. The
other four knew they were bed buddies and nobody cared.

Barry had his actual party the next day, complete with pizza, cake
and ice cream, and games. He invited a few other friends, including
some girls. Ellis was among the invitees; he was excited to be in
included with the older boys.

"That little shit is cute," Frank said to Barry as the party wore on.

Barry knew Frank was talking about Ellis. "Yeah, but he's hands off
for now."

"Except for you."

Barry shrugged. "Like I said, he likes it."

"He's what, ten? I was ten when John started teaching me shit."

"He's nine."

"Fuck, you do like them young."

"I like him, not them."

"Good enough. When can we touch him?"

"Not for me to say. But let's not think about it until he's ten." Frank
grinned. "That would be in August," Barry said, answering Frank's
unasked question.

"Can I at least see what he's got?"

"Promise not to touch?"

"Pinkie swear." Frank wrapped his pinkie around Barry's.

Ellis was sitting with Dax, finishing up his cake and ice cream. "Ellis,
come up to my room for a minute," Barry said.

"Can I come, too?" Dax asked.

"Yeah, but we gotta be quick."

Frank, Dax, and Ellis followed Barry to his bedroom. Barry closed the
door when they were all inside. "Frank thinks you're cute," Barry told
Ellis. Ellis gave Barry a pleased grin. "He wants to see your dinky."

"Dinky?" Frank asked. "Don't you mean his cock?"

Ellis was a born exhibitionist. Instead of merely opening his pants, he
pulled off his shirt, revealing his skinny, little boy chest. He then
kicked off his shoes, opened his pants and pulled them off.

"Damn, you're a fucking little horn dog," Frank said, his hand
adjusting the growing package in his pants.  Barry and Dax both felt
themselves harden. Ellis pulled off his white briefs, showing off his
pale body. His little cock was standing proudly at attention.

"Everybody happy?" Ellis asked.

"More than happy," Frank said. "Want to see mine?"

Ellis nodded. Frank quickly yanked down his pants and boxers,
revealing his five inches of rock hard boyhood. "You got tons of hair
on yours," Ellis gushed. "Way more than Barry does."

Barry blushed, suggesting they should get dressed before they were
missed downstairs. Ells picked his clothes up off of the floor and sat
on Barry's bed, dressing quickly. Frank pulled his pants up while Dax
played with the bulge in his pants thinking about what he'd just seen.
When everybody was ready, they headed back downstairs.

"Damn, you are one lucky bastard," Frank told Barry. "He's more than
cute, he is fucking sexy—and I'm not even gay."

That night Ellis stayed overnight at Barry's. By nine they were saying
good-night to Barry's parents and sequestering themselves in Barry's
room. Barry's parents thought the long day had worn out their teen
son. On the contrary, the day had invigorated him.

"That was a fun party," Ellis said. "Your friends were really nice to
me."

"I think they all liked you," Barry said. "They think you're pretty cool."

"Frank did a lot," Ellis giggled.

"I couldn't believe that you took all of your clothes off."

"No use just taking my pants down. I might as well show him
everything. I like being naked, anyway." Ellis was taking off his
clothes as he and Barry talked, and Barry quickly followed suit.

"You're my nudist friend," Barry said.

"Dax touched my...my...dinky," Ellis said, slowly drawing out the
word dinky. "That was funny when you said dinky. It's really my cock,
just like Frank said."

Barry was momentarily angry about Dax fondling Ellis, but then
remembered he'd told Frank not to touch Ellis, but had never said
anything to Dax. "Did Dax feel you up through your pants?" Barry
asked.

"No, he put his hand in my pants and petted my boner."

"Where did he do that?" Barry was surprised by his friend's actions.
While Dax enjoyed sex with the group, he'd never been an aggressor.
He wouldn't have been surprised at Frank going against his word, but
Dax's action seemed out of character.

"In the dining room when we went back and finished our cake. He did
it under the table. It felt good."

"Did you touch his?" Barry was feeling a bit jealous of his best friend.

"Yes. He got his cum stuff on my hand."

Now Barry was feeling totally jealous. "Did you have an orgasm?"

"No. I'm glad I didn't. I want it with you," Ellis said with a sincere touch
of innocence in his voice that erased any bad feelings that Barry had
in him. "Are we going to hump? I brought some lipstick for kissing."

"I thought we'd try something new tonight."

"I like new things."

"Do you know what a blow job is?"

"It's when a boy puts somebody's dinky," once again he stretched out
the word dinky, "in his mouth. It sounds nasty."

"It's a fun kind of nasty."

"You've done it?"

"Yep, and after tonight you will, too."

"Let's kiss first," Ellis said. "I like kissing."

Thirteen-year-old Barry and nine-year-old Ellis spent the next twenty
minutes trading tongue and spit and feeling each other's cocks and
balls and plump boy asses.

"I need to show you how to do blow jobs before I cum," Barry said
between breaths. "You're going to love this."

Barry started licking his young friend's nipples, then kissed and licked
his way down the boy's belly, stopping to slip the tip of his tongue into
Ellis's bellybutton. This is something he'd done numerous times and
he knew that the little preteen loved it. It was the next step that was
new and he continued down with his tongue until he was licking Ellis's
bare pubic area.

Ellis wiggled and let out a squeak as he felt the warm moisture of
Barry's tongue right at the base of his two plus inches, which pushed
hard against the teen's face. Barry then shifted position and started to
lick Ellis's smooth scrotum, housing marble-sized balls that were
pulled up tight.

"That feels really good, Barry." Barry licked up Ellis's shaft. He was
doing things with his mouth that he and Dax hadn't done the night
before. The two of them had gone directly for each other's pubescent
cocks and started sucking. He was giving Ellis his share of foreplay.

The big moment came next as Barry put his lips around the pink head
of the little boy's cocklet and let his tongue swirl around it.
"Uh...uh...uh...Barry, that feels really, really good."

Barry said nothing as he let Ellis's entire small cock slide into his
mouth. He then used his tongue some more before he started
bobbing his head and sucking in earnest. Ellis wiggled even more
and squeaked even louder and then started to hump the teen's
mouth. Barry had given him some awesome feelings since they
started having sex, but nothing came close to matching what he was
feeling now. It was like there was a fire in his cock that was spreading
into his gut.

His belly quivered, his body shook, he pushed up hard into Barry's
mouth, and had a passionate dry cum that engulfed his entire body.
He dropped his head back on the pillow, begging Barry to let go of his
cock. "It tickles too much," he complained	.

Barry pulled off of Ellis and cuddled up to the young boy. At thirteen
he didn't really know what being in love was about. At thirteen he
didn't even know whether or not he was gay. But, even at thirteen, he
knew he had special feelings for the naked little boy in his arms. Dax
was his best friend, a person he felt he could say anything to and do
anything with. But the skinny, girlish boy on his bed who loved to
wear makeup, wasn't shy about being naked in front of anybody, and
satisfied his sexual lust like nobody else, had found a special place in
his heart.

But, as much feeling as he had for Ellis, the sexual lust aspect was a
key part of their relationship. And after Ellis's striptease in front of
Frank and Dax, after hearing how Ellis got Dax to cum in the dining
room, and after giving only his second blow job, and Ellis's first, his
balls were aching he wanted to cum so badly.

"Do you want to do me?" Barry asked.

Ellis answered by doing what Barry had done to him. He licked
Barry's nipples and then licked down his smooth, hairless torso. He
licked the new teen's bellybutton, and then licked down to his sparse
pubic hairs. He licked Barry's smooth hanging ball sac. He licked up
Barry's almost four inch shaft. He licked the precum off of his
cockhead. He licked back down the shaft.

Barry moaned and cried. "Put it in your mouth. I want it in your
mouth."

"Are you going to shoot your stuff in my mouth?"

"Only if it's okay with you. But, big boys let other boys do it."

Ellis didn't question his older friend. He put as much of Barry's shaft
into his mouth as he could and went to work bringing pleasure to the
teen. He couldn't fit all of Barry's cock into his mouth, so he
concentrated on the end of it, using his tongue and his lips. He didn't
have to work on it for long because Barry was so turned on his body
burned.

"I'm gonna cum, Ellis. You can pull off now."

Ellis kept his mouth around Barry's cock. Ellis was nine-and-a-half.
He was a big boy. Big boys let other boys cum into their mouths. That
was what Barry told him, so it must be true. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
oh Ellis I'm cummmmmming." Barry shoved his cock hard into Ellis's
mouth causing him to gag. The teen quickly pulled back; then froze
as he shot five hard wads of teen cum into the waiting mouth of the
prepubescent boy.

Not knowing what to do, Ellis swallowed what he could and the rest
dribbled out of his mouth and down his chin, neck, and chest. Barry
licked his emission off of Ellis's smooth skin. Then, on a whim, he
kissed Ellis, getting a taste of the cum still floating in the boy's mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Ellis. You are so awesome. That was the best cum ever.
Even better than when Dax did it."

"Dax did it to you?"

"Yeah. He gave me my first and only blow job until today."

Ellis snuggled up to Barry. "I liked that. It felt good when you did it. I
liked it when you cum in my mouth. It tasted good."

Barry pulled Ellis close to him. Ellis looked up at him and said, "I love
you. Barry." He placed his head on Barry's bare chest, falling asleep
as he dreamed of having an army of cocks in front of him. He was
hooked on oral sex, as he had been on every other sexual act he'd
done with Barry.

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

Ellis's father had insisted that his son take the Puget Academy
entrance exam. He recognized the native intelligence of the boy. He
was successful in school, but Gordon Zwingle felt he wasn't
challenged enough. He learned from the Academy's literature there
was a limit to hair length and that wearing a school uniform was
required. He hoped that meeting the school's standards would make
him less girlish.

Ellis passed the test with flying colors. While the tuition would mean
tight budgeting, Gordon could afford it. Ellis's mother was not happy
about the choice of schools. She felt Ellis was doing fine in public
school, that his long hair and sometimes frilly mode of dress suited
him, and that the family couldn't afford the tuition. She lost her
argument and, at the end of August, Ellis found himself attending
orientation at the Puget Academy.

He had turned ten about three weeks before school started. His party
was a small one, although bigger than his past ones had been. He
invited Barry and Dax for dinner and cake, along with his lone friend
at school, Alex. All three attended, but Alex couldn't remain for the
night, which was fine with Ellis, who wanted the first overnight at his
house to involve sex.

Since February, he and Barry had enjoyed sex together at least once
a week or more. Dry humping, mutual masturbation, and blow jobs
were all part of the routine. After Frank had shown Barry's gang what
sixty-nine was about, Barry showed Ellis.

Ellis joined Barry in three sexual encounters with Dax, all of them
involving his sucking Barry and Dax, once licking and sucking their
cocks at the same time as the two teens kept them pressed together.
He also had two encounters with Frank. The first time he sucked off
Frank with Barry watching. Both Ellis and Barry learned from Frank
how good a finger or two up the ass felt.

The other time he and Barry learned what butt fucking was about as
Frank took Barry's cherry with Ellis watching. It was the first new thing
Barry had learned from Frank that didn't involve an orgy with the
entire gang. Ellis asked Barry about being fucked, but Barry said he
was too young to do it. That would change in Ellis's bedroom on his
tenth birthday.

Barry felt Ellis shouldn't lose his virginity until he was ten. Of course
he felt that way about Frank touching Ellis, but that resolution had
gone by the wayside long ago.

"You're going to do what?" Dax asked Barry as they settled down in
Ellis's bedroom.

"I'm gonna take his cherry. I'm gonna fuck his butt."

"Just because Frank did it to you?"

"And because he's old enough."

"How do you know?"

"Frank said so. Frank got fucked when he was ten."

"You guys are talking about me, right?" Ellis asked.

"I just wanted Dax to know where we were coming from."

"My mom doesn't give me any privacy. She could walk in while we're
doing it."

"Or she might not," Barry said.

"I don't care if she catches me. She might like seeing you doing me
since she thinks I'm a girl anyway."

"But, you like wearing makeup and shit, right?"

Ellis grinned. "I have an idea so she won't bother us. Wait here."

He found his mother watching television in the living room. He told
her how Dax and Barry wanted to pretend they were staying
overnight with a girl and asked her to make him up for them. His hair
hadn't yet been cut for school, so she could comb it out, too.

Reba smiled and said she'd be happy to do it. "But, you gotta leave
us alone after they see me, okay?"

"But I want to see their reactions after doing all of that work, sweetie."

"You can. How about if I kiss them while you watch?"

"I will make them think they are really kissing a girl," Reba promised.

"And mom, if you leave us alone I'll do anything you want in bed with
you for one night."

"I will hold you to that promise."

"I know."

"Well, then, let's get started. They can watch if they want."

By the time Reba finished putting make-up and girl's clothing on her
son, Dax swore he was looking at a girl. Ellis asked if he wanted to
kiss him, but Dax backed off. Barry didn't however, and Reba
watched, amazed at the sensuous kiss the young teen gave her son.
Dax finally followed with a kiss of his own, but it was chaste
compared to Barry's.

"Remember, mom, don't bother us," Ellis said. Reba knew what was
going to happen in Ellis's bedroom. She knew the two teens would
have sex with her son. But, he seemed eager for it to happen. He
was eager to be their girlfriend, just like he would be her little girl the
next time he slept with her. She was willing to give the boys their fun
tonight so she could get what she'd wanted for so long at a later date.

Knowing they wouldn't be disturbed the boys quickly got naked in
Ellis's room. There was some preliminary kissing and then Barry
fucked his ten-year-old friend. Ellis had enjoyed Frank's fingers up his
ass as well as Barry's. Now he got the real thing. As his older friend
fucked him, he squealed and moaned from the pain and the pleasure.
He didn't care if his mother heard him, because she had promised to
leave them alone.

After Barry unloaded his teen cum into Ellis's no longer virgin ass,
Ellis knew he was hooked on fucking just like he was on everything
else sexual he and Barry had done. He also knew he wanted Frank
up his ass just like he wanted Dax now.

But Dax wanted to do Barry. So, instead of fucking Ellis, he fucked
his best friend. Ellis sucked Barry's cock and watched Dax's dick
piston in and out of his best friend's ass. Ellis jerked himself off to an
orgasm just as Dax lost his own virginity. Barry emptied himself into
Ellis's mouth just moments after.

Ellis was ten, on the cusp of puberty. He'd been having sex with his
friend for almost a year. He'd done sex with Barry's friends Dax and
Frank. He loved being naked with boys. He loved sex. He wanted to
be in one of Barry's orgies. He'd wanted to suck all of his friends on
the same night. Now, after his tenth birthday night, he wanted them to
fuck his ass as well. If somebody had told Ellis he was becoming a
slut, he would have smiled and agreed.

On the evening before the first day of school, he let his mother paint
his toenails. He thought they looked sexy and was sorry he had to
cover them with shoes and socks. He still hadn't slept with his mother
since making his promise to her, but he knew she would patiently wait
until he was ready.

The biggest worry Ellis had going into the first day of school was
making a friend. He had Alex as a friend in his old school. He still had
Barry and even Dax as friends now, even though they were both
older than him.

At orientation he found that he liked the boys on his table team, The
Fantastic Five. But he didn't see any budding friendships there. He
wondered what he would have to do so people would like him. He
was willing to do anything necessary.

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