Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 13:50:33 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 37

Welcome back Posse lovers. This chapter follows the boys extra
week off before school starts. From snowy mountains to tropical
beaches to the beds in between, there is a lot going on.

The chapter is mine. There is sex between minors, so please be 18.
And all of the rest of the disclaimers from Chapter 1 are still in effect.

Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 37
THE NEW YEAR

It was Wednesday and the twins were enjoying another day of
vacation by sleeping in. As a result, they missed the early morning
breakfast chat between their parents.

"Most of the public schools are starting back to school today," Kristy
said. "It is the second of the month after all."

"Most of the public schools don't have rich parents taking cruises and
trips to the tropics or to Europe," Scott told her. "Those parents
probably demanded the two full weeks off. And it certainly gives us a
nice three day up at Whistler."

"This is the first time in awhile we haven't gone off somewhere for a
long trip this time of the year."

"We could head to Sun Valley for over President's Day. Skiing seems
to be the theme of the year."

"What about a cruise next year?" Kristy asked.

"You've read about the problems some of the cruise lines have had
with their ships breaking down?"

"Yes, but that's a very small sampling. It's silly to make decisions
because somebody's ship breaks down."

"Honey, think of it this way; those ships broke down without Matthew
and Mark on board."

It was hard to argue with Scott's point. He left for work and Kristy
enjoyed her quiet time before the boys woke up. The irony in her life
was that while the girls were quieter and better behaved, they often
seemed to be twice the work that the wild and rambunctious boys
were.

Just after eleven the two boys came tearing down stairs, clad in t-
shirts, boxers, and slippers. "What's for breakfast?" Matthew yelled.

"Whatever you can dig up and put into a cereal bowl by yourselves,"
Kristy replied. "If you want breakfast made for you, then you might
think about getting up before lunch."

"Mom, that is so lame," Mark said disgustedly.

"Yeah, it's our right to sleep in late on vacation," Matthew added.

"Sleeping in until eleven goes a bit beyond those rights."

"You two are so lazy," Michelle declared as she entered the room.
"Megan and I never sleep in as late as you two."

"Speak for yourself," Mark said. "The reason you get up early is that
you never do anything to tire yourself out."

"Yeah, we spent yesterday helping clean the garage," Matthew added
to counter Michelle's claim that the boys were lazy.

"And that was after staying up past midnight for the New Year," Mark
emphasized.

"You and dad spent most of the day watching football," Michelle
sneered.

"We did that to help us rest from all of the work we did," Mark replied,
trying to justify their watching football.

"The garage doesn't look any cleaner that it did before."

"You need to look at the details."

"Besides, we have to get up early tomorrow for our trip," Matthew
said. "So, sleeping in today is like putting money in the bank."

"You two are so stupid," Michelle complained.

"That's enough," Kristy interrupted. "You two boys eat some
breakfast. Go light on the cereal. I'll be making lunch in a couple of
hours."

"How come you don't yell at her for calling us stupid?" Mark asked.

"Just eat," Kristy told them, getting in the last word only because the
boys were too hungry to argue any further.

The boys ate, cleaned up their dishes, and then ran upstairs to
shower—together, of course. After finishing, they were caught naked
in the hall by Megan.

"You came out of your room right then on purpose," Mark grinned.
"You wanted to see our awesome bodies in the nude."

"There is nothing you have that I want to see."

Mark and Matthew grabbed their exposed genitals and held them in
their palms. "We are men," Matthew proudly reminded his sister.

"Do you make sperm?" Megan flippantly asked. "Until you do, you're
just little boys."

"You wouldn't know sperm if it was squirted in your face," Matthew
retorted.

Megan harrumphed and stomped back into her room. Mark looked at
Matthew and said. "It looks like she might know more than we think."

"I bet she looks sexy with cum on her face."

"Maybe we'll find out soon."

The family left early the next morning for Whistler Mountain, which
was just north of Vancouver, BC, and two partial and two full days of
skiing. Except for one fight between the boys, the trip was uneventful.

The fight started Friday evening when Matthew claimed to have made
a run down the beginners' slope faster and better than Mark did.
"You're only saying that because you aren't as good as me," Mark
claimed. "If you were really better, you wouldn't need to brag about
it."

"You're so full of shit your eyes are brown," Matthew shot back.

"Boy, I never heard that line before."

"Maybe you'd rather have your lights punched out."

"Like you would start a fight here on vacation," Mark challenged.

The boys were wearing t-shirts and standing in the living room of the
chalet in which they were staying. Mark was in his boxers while
Matthew was still in his thermal underwear. "That's it you cocksucker,
you're gonna eat it now."

Scott and Kristy had been visiting the couple next door. They entered
the chalet and stepped right into the middle of the fracas. Scott was
about to tell the boys to calm down and watch their language when
Matthew threw a punch at Mark and the fight was on. The two had
learned when they were little not to fight in the house—in any house
for that matter—and the fight went right out of the open front door and
into the snow.

The two brothers were wrestling and punching in the deep snow,
wearing just their t-shirts, underwear, and socks. Somehow, Mark's
boxers got ripped off and he was now half-naked. He found himself
facedown in the snow with Matthew on his ass, pounding his ribs, as
they stayed in one place long enough for Scott to grab Matthew and
pull him off of his brother.

"Into the house, both of you," Scott yelled. Mark gave Matthew one
last shove before Scott could grab him, but the fight had played itself
out. Both boys were wet and cold, their t-shirts soaked with snow,
Matthew's thermals damp with snow inside the legs and crotch, their
socks saturated with cold water and ice, and their hair wet with snow
and water.

"Oh, lord," Kristy said with more than a hint of exasperation. "Let's get
you into a hot tub of water before you get hypothermia or frostbite or
who knows what else."

"My dick and balls got frostbite for sure," Mark complained.

"Now when you get called numb nuts it will be true," Matthew
smirked.

"Well, you were the one shoving them into the snow."

It was then that Kristy finally realized that Mark was only wearing his
wet t-shirt. "Where are your underpants?"

"Fuck if I know. Out in the snow somewhere."

"Mark, watch your language!" Kristy yelled Then, shaking her head,
she moaned, "Why me?" as the girls came out of their room to survey
the damage.

"Mom, there has to be a way to trade them in for something better,"
Megan said.

"You're too late, we already got you two for sale on E-Bay," Mark
retorted, his teeth chattering.

Mark and Matthew were soon sharing the bathtub, warming up their
outsides and insides in a hurry. "That was kind of fun wrestling in the
snow like that," Matthew said.

"Only because you didn't have your bare dick and balls buried in it."
Mark started to giggle. "Numb nuts. That was pretty good."

"I know how to make them really warm so they feel things," Matthew
told him.

"How?" Mark asked, as if he didn't know.

Matthew got on his hands and knees, then put his head between his
brother's legs and sucked on his balls underwater. "Did that work?"

"Maybe we should get out of here and try it in bed." Mark had become
rock hard in an instant.

There were two bunk beds in their bedroom, each with room for only
a single person. Two eleven-year-old boys could share a bunk bed, if
they didn't mind being in close quarters. Of course, the twins didn't
mind at all; they were used to being wrapped together all night. And
when Matthew ended up on top of Mark as they sucked each other's
cocks and balls, the width of the bed made no difference at all. The
fight was officially over as they made up the best way they knew how.
When they finally fell asleep, neither one of them could remember
what the fight was about.

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

The high point of Patrick's last days of vacation was having Ian spend
Friday night at his house. Brian liked the quiet, polite, redhead and
liked how he and Patrick had become friends. For his part, Patrick
wanted to invite Misha, but the day after the Posse went
snowboarding he and his family flew to Hawaii for a week of sun and
fun.

Since Ian last spent the night with Patrick, the nine-year-old had
learned a lot. Patrick had seen boys shoot cum, he'd given and
received oral sex, and he'd experienced his first real orgasm,
followed by many more. The biggest thing he'd discovered over the
past four months was that he enjoyed being sexual, even if he didn't
always know what being sexual was about; he just knew it felt good.

"I'm sleeping naked," Patrick said as they settled into his room just
before ten that night.

"You always sleep naked," Ian observed.

"I like it."

"Don't you get cold? I mean, it's winter."

"Sometimes. I put a t-shirt on and then I'm warm enough. I got flannel
sheets and they keep me real warm."

Patrick stripped and sat cross-legged on his bed, his cocklet at full
attention. He put his right thumb and index finger around it and slowly
stroked himself. "I learned it's really cool to get an orgasm," Patrick
said quietly.

"You mean the really good feeling that happens when you
do...um...when you do what you're doing right now?"

"Yeah. It's called a climax, too."

"I never had one, but I've heard about them."

"I can give you one," Patrick offered.

"How?"

"Come up on my bed and I'll show you."

Ian was stripped down to his briefs, which were amply tented up for a
young pre-teen. "Are you going to touch me down there?"

"That's how you do it."

"My mom says I should never let anybody touch me down there," Ian
said.

"That's just when you want nobody touching you. If you want them to,
then it's okay."

"You ever have anybody touch your weenie?"

"Lots of times."

Ian put his hand inside of his briefs and squeezed himself. He wanted
to see what it would be like to be touched and to have a climax. But
he was afraid somebody would find out and get him into trouble with
his mother. "What if somebody walks in?" he asked.

"Nobody comes in without knocking. We'd just go under the blankets
and I'd yell for them to come in."

"They'd see us in bed together and they would know we're naked
since we won't have shirts on."

"Everybody here would be cool with it."

"For real? Nobody would mind?"

"Nobody."

Ian fought the battle between his mother and his lust, and lust won.
He took off his briefs and sat next to Patrick. Patrick was drooling at
the sight of Ian's thin, pink cock poking up just over two inches. He
wanted it in his mouth, but decided that wrapping his fingers around it
might be the smarter thing to do.

When he felt Patrick touch his cocklet, Ian let out a long moan of
pleasure. "That feels really good," he said.

Patrick started masturbating his friend, wondering if it would be this
good with Misha. He wanted Ian to return the favor, but was wise
enough not to push it. He thought that if it was Misha on his bed that
the Russian boy would have his fingers around his cock as they
jerked each other off.

The boys were startled by a knock at the door. Patrick let go of Ian's
cock and held Ian, who was ready to bolt, down in the bed. He pulled
the blanket up to their chins to hide their bare shoulders. "Come in,"
Patrick called.

Brian came into the room, surprised and yet not surprised to see his
son's bed occupied by two boys. "Just wanted to hug you guys
goodnight," Brian said.

"That's okay, you don't need to hug us, we're all snug in bed now."
Patrick's lack of subtlety gave away the reason the covers were
pulled up so high.

"How about a good-night peck on the cheek?"

"Dad, I'm going to be ten pretty soon," Patrick objected, even though
his birthday was five months away.

"Okay, I'll let it go this time." The last thing Brian wanted was to
embarrass his son in front of his friend. "Good-night, son."

"Good-night, dad."

"I better get into my sleeping bag," Ian said as soon as Brian closed
the door.

"It's okay, he's not coming back."

"He's going to tell my mom everything."

"He won't tell anybody anything except maybe Uncle Ted."

But Ian wouldn't listen to anything Patrick had to say. He left the bed,
pulled on his briefs and a t-shirt and crawled into his sleeping bag.
The intrusion of Patrick's father had caused his erection to die down
and what few hormones he had flowing to do the same. Patrick rolled
over on his side, cursing his bad luck. He wasn't in the mood to jerk
off and quickly fell asleep. While Ian and Patrick remained friends, the
two never spent a night together again.

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

Misha spent the week in Hawaii, on the island of Maui. He was there
over New Year's and enjoyed a fireworks show. He made friends with
two Hawaiian boys who gave him surfing lessons and with a
Japanese boy, Ichiro, who gave him a chance to suck an uncut cock
for the first time since he left Russia.

While Misha and Ichiro never had a chance to sleep together, they
had two opportunities for sexual contact. They lived in neighboring
condos and quickly became friends. Ichiro thought that Misha, being
of Russian extraction, was exciting and Misha thought Ichiro was
exotic. Ichiro lived in the city of Hiroshima and knew its history well.
He spoke English even more perfectly than Misha since his English
hadn't been corrupted by slang as was happening with Misha.

It was Ichiro who was the aggressor, although he didn't need to do
much persuading. Misha had spent the morning learning more about
surfing from Robert and Amoka, his Hawaiian friends, who had taken
a liking to the sturdy little Russian.  Returning to the condo, he found
Ichiro sitting by the pool, where the two had met the day before.

"Hello, Misha," Ichiro called out. "Do you remember me, Ichiro?"

"I do," Misha grinned as he opened the gate to the pool area. "Hang
on, let me shower off the sand."

He stepped under one of the pool showers and washed the beach
sand off, including some that had gotten inside of his board shorts.
Ichiro took notice as Misha untied the shorts and pulled out the waist
band to rinse his genitals.

Misha retied the string and sat next to his new friend. They had met
the day before and really hit if off. Ichiro was twelve and Misha
eleven, both of them on the cusp of puberty. They found out that they
both loved soccer and both played chess. Misha brought out his
chess board and set it up on one of the tables on the deck. The boys
quickly discovered that Misha was a much better chess player than
Ichiro. But, just like the two Hawaiian boys on the beach gave Misha
some pointers on body surfing, Misha gave Ichiro pointers on chess
playing.

"How did the surfing go?" Ichiro asked.

"It was okay. I know we are in a protected area, but Robert and
Amoka are being very good to me."

"How did you meet them?"

"They saw me paddling around in the water and asked if they could
help me. I said I would be happy to get help." Misha wondered if the
two boys, who said they were fourteen, might have had sexual
reasons for helping him and holding on to him. It was a suspicion that
went back to his days at the orphanage, where all of the older boys
seemed to perv on the younger ones. He would not have been
surprised to learn that the two teens jerked off together after helping
him surf.

"Is it hard to learn how to surf?"

"I am just bodysurfing. But they showed me things I could do to go
faster. They said if we had more time they'd show me some real
surfing."

"Where are your parents?"

"They're still on the beach. I can't go there without them."

"What about going into the pool?"

"One of them has to be here." Misha's parents tended to be
overprotective at times.

"Then I will remain here and talk with you."

The topic quickly switched from chess to soccer. Ichiro knew a lot
about baseball as well. After finding out that Misha was learning
about the game, the chat included that sport as well.

"I was named after a baseball player," Ichiro said. "He was one of the
greatest players ever in Japan. Then he played for the Mariners in
your city."

That brought up the topic of the Mariners, a team Misha was also just
learning about.

"Misha, can I ask you a question about something else?"

"Of course."

"Do boys in Russia and America ever do things with each other?"

"I have lots of friends. We play sports and games and talk together."

"But I mean more than that. I mean, do you do things with your
body?"

"Oh, you mean do we have...," Misha leaned in close to Ichiro and
whispered, "...sex?"

"Yes." Both boys giggled conspiratorially.

Before Misha could say anything else, he saw his father walk up from
the beach.

"Oh, there you are, Misha. Your mother and I were worried about
you."

"Sorry, father. I saw Ichiro and we started talking."

Misha's father exchanged greeting with Ichiro and then reminded
Misha on the importance of being where he was supposed to be.
Misha nodded and said he would be more careful. He then asked if
he could spend some of the afternoon with Ichiro.

"As long as you don't go swimming at the beach without your mother
or me, or his parents supervising you."

"Do you want to do some sex with me?" Ichiro asked, with a
combination of boyish innocence and lust after Misha's father walked
away.

"Yes. But where can we do it?" Ichiro's parents were sitting at the bar
at the other end of the pool and Misha's parents would surely be
returning from the beach soon. They finally decided on Ichiro's condo
after Ichiro said his parents would most likely stay at the bar drinking
and chatting.

The boys knew they had to be quick. Misha could see Ichiro's boner
pushing out his Speedos, telling him the twelve-year-old was ready.
Misha's board shorts were tented as well. Misha had Speedos with
him, but he liked the longer shorts when he went body surfing to keep
the sand from chafing him if he got knocked off of his board.

Ichiro unlocked the sliding glass door and they entered the condo and
dashed to the boy's bedroom. Their damp swimsuits were on the floor
before the door was closed. Misha was impressed by what he saw.
Ichiro's erection was close to five inches and he had tufts of dark,
curly pubic hair along either side of his pubic area. The rest of him
was hairless.

Misha told Ichiro to sit on the bed. Instantly, he was on his knees,
licking his new friend's hanging, walnut-size balls, then moving his
tongue up his shaft until he found the prize he was seeking.  Ichiro
had the fresh smell of chlorinated water. His cock had the tan coloring
of his skin. Misha pulled back Ichiro's foreskin and lapped the swollen
head of the preteen's cock. He put the head into his mouth and Ichiro
leaned back. He moaned gently. He never expected something like
this to happen on his trip and was in heaven.

Ichiro was horny and young and as a result had little staying power.
In less than three minutes he was unloading his seed into Misha's
mouth, grunting at each twitch of his boy cock. Misha swallowed his
emissions eagerly. Ichiro lay back, breathing hard. Misha got next to
him on the bed and started masturbating himself.

"No, no, I will finish you," Ichiro said. "I just need to breathe better.
You are very, very good doing sex."

He took a deep breath, turned on his side, and placed Misha's
shorter, lighter colored, and hairless cock into his mouth. Sucking off
Ichiro had gotten Misha very horny. While he had more staying power
than the Japanese boy, he was firing his blanks within ten minutes.
Ichiro loved the sound of his squeaks and squeals. He felt the
spasms of Misha's cock as his new friend yelled out "chyort voz'mi!"

Ichiro let go of Misha's cock and smiled. "Was that Russian, what you
said?"

"It means `oh shit' or something like it," Misha said.

Ichiro started giggling. "What is so funny?" Misha asked.

"In my history, the Japanese and Russians fight wars against each
other. Now a Japanese boy and Russian boy, they do sex together."

"I will be an American boy, soon."

"Same thing—war and sex," Ichiro said, and the two shared laughter
at their private joke. "We should put our swimming suits on."

Misha agreed and the two boys were quickly dressed and ready to
head to the pool. They opened the door of Ichiro's bedroom just as
his parents entered the condo. That was enough to invite another
round of laughter, leaving two adults in total confusion.

Their other round of sex was two days later and consisted of a sixty-
nine, this time on Ichiro's bed. They talked about spending a night
together, or trying to suck each other on an isolated stretch of beach,
but as so often happens with the plans of boys, they never came to
fruition. However, each boy went home feeling he had gotten a bit
more out his tropical vacation than he had planned on.

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

Neville's vacation ended more calmly than the other Posse members.
Yes, he had more sex than the average ten-year-old boy, but it was
nothing he hadn't done already, although he did see something for
the first time. On the Friday before school started, Dylan hosted an
overnight with Cody and Evan. Cody's school had started up again on
Wednesday and he was ready for some Friday night fun. But, his fun
ended up being with Neville rather than with his fellow sixth graders.

"Can't you guys do something different tonight?" Cody asked his
friends. "You know how I feel about butt fucking."

"You don't have to do it. You can suck one of us while he's getting
fucked," Dylan said. He felt very mature as he talked about fucking.

"I don't even like watching it."

"Then go trade blow jobs with Neville."

"He won't do that with me. All he'll do is jerk me off. He's kind of a
nerd that way."

"Gee," Evan said, "he won't give a blow job and you won't fuck an
ass, so you have nothing to bitch about. You guys are both alike."

"Well, it's different."

"Whatever." Evan didn't care much for Cody. In fact, he was jealous
of Cody, wanting Dylan all to himself on overnights. While Dylan
stayed at Evan's house for overnights, they had to be more careful
about having sex because Evan's bedroom didn't have the privacy
and isolation that Dylan's had.

"Okay, you guys go fuck each other and I'll jerk off with Neville."

"Sounds to me like you two are getting to be boyfriends," Evan said
snidely.

"You two are the boyfriends. Neville and I are friends, even if he is a
nerd."

"Are we boyfriends, Dylan?" Evan asked.

"Nobody ever said anything about that," Dylan said, although as far
as he was concerned they were boyfriends.

"I don't think I'm gonna spend the night here that much any more,"
Cody said. "It's not as much fun as it used to be." In almost any three-
way relationship, somebody usually starts getting left out, and that
was the case with Cody. He felt like an equal when sex wasn't
involved, but as soon as the bedroom door closed the sex was all
about Dylan and Evan.

To top it all off, he was finding himself becoming more and more
interested in the opposite sex. The week before, at a party at another
friend's house, he'd copped his first feel, finally getting to second
base. He'd gotten to first just before starting sixth grade in the fall, but
this had been even better as he got his hand inside of Becky Lewis's
shirt and felt her breast. He raised her shirt up and licked each of the
nipples on her flat chest, which almost made him cum. Becky opened
the button on his pants and got a hand inside, playing with his boner
and balls. He had to make her stop way too soon or he would have
made a mess. He'd just started shooting a month before, and didn't
know how a girl would react to it.

The fact that some of the other boys and girls were making out
around him made it even hotter. He found out that cumming while
making out was okay when his friends Ruben and Neal blew their
loads in their pants, which made him wish he'd let Becky keep playing
with his junk. He found out later that Neal was still dry.

Cody left Dylan's room to sleep with Neville. It would be his last time
staying the night at Dylan's house and his last night in bed with
Neville. They jerked each other off to two cums as Evan fucked Dylan
and they changed their positions afterward.

Dylan and Evan received permission for Evan to spend Saturday
night. Cody could have stayed as well, but begged off saying his
family had other plans. Dylan knew he was lying, but he accepted his
excuse. The four boys did enjoy their time together playing tennis at
the racquet club. Dylan and Cody were accomplished junior tennis
players. Neville had started taking lessons while Evan played some
with his father. They played some foursomes with Dylan and Cody
trading partners. Reginald played handball with friends while the boys
used their allotted time on the tennis courts.

The boys showered afterwards. As much as he didn't want to, Neville
couldn't help looking at the three sixth graders and comparing their
equipment. All three were still hairless, but Evan had the most mature
looking cock and balls. His smooth ball sac had dropped
considerably, while Cody's balls were starting to lower and Dylan's
smaller balls were still tight to his groin.

From what Neville saw of Evan's limp cock as he undressed, it
seemed to hang much lower than the smaller ones of the other two
boys. But, that did not last long as it was standing erect by the time
Evan was standing under the showerhead. He didn't seem at all
concerned about it, and took the kidding he received from his two
friends good-naturedly.

"It just goes to prove I'm almost a man. Dylan will tell you that I got
some fuzz around my dick, right Dylan?"

"No doubt it's there," Dylan confirmed, "even if you have to be real
close to see it."

"Well, I can shoot," Cody said, not wanting to be outdone.

"Yeah, well, so can I," Evan said, taking the lead again, even though
he'd done nothing but push a small drop of clear liquid out of his slit a
couple of times. "Want to watch me do it right here?"

Neville stared intently, but couldn't make anything out from his
distance. Neville couldn't believe how Evan flaunted his hard-on and
started to slowly masturbate. He knew that if he got hard in a public
shower he would be mortified. He was impressed that Evan didn't
even flinch when Neville's dad, Reginald, and his friend entered the
shower. Reginald wasn't put out by the scene; he'd attended an
English boarding school after all. His friend seemed a bit flustered
and looked the other way until the boys scurried out.

"Your dad didn't say a thing about my bone," Evan said as the boys
dressed.

"There's a lot of stuff he's all uptight about—boners aren't one of
them," Dylan said. "But his friend looked like there was a zombie or
something in the shower." He, Evan, and Cody started laughing and
Neville found himself joining in.

They dropped Cody off at his house on the way home. Neville waited
for his father to say something about Evan's boner, and was a
surprised when he never brought the topic up.

That evening Dylan asked Neville if he wanted to watch him and
Evan have sex. Neville said no, but Dylan assured him he wouldn't
have to do a thing. "Everybody says butt fucking isn't much different
from doing a girl. Maybe you'll learn some stuff," Dylan told him.

"I've been with a girl," Neville said.

"Yeah, but you never fucked her. She was just using you to get off
and you know it."

"She liked me," Neville insisted. "I wish I could see her again."

"She's got some boyfriend with a big giant dick banging her," Evan
said. "I've seen that at my friend Cooper's house. He's got porn we
can watch. Some of those guys are huge."

"I didn't know you watched porn before," Dylan said.

"Where do you think I learned about butt fucking?"

"From your dad; he tells you everything else."

"You're stupid. He just tells me the same stuff we get in sex-ed." Evan
changed the subject a bit. That was how Neville found himself sitting
on the floor of Dylan's room jerking his preteen meat as he watched
his step-brother and Evan kiss and make out on the bed. They rolled
around the bed, almost wrestling each other at times, their pubescent
boners rubbing and humping, their high-pitched, young boy voices
quietly moaning, groaning, squeaking, and cussing, stopping on
occasion to talk sex.

"If you could fuck anybody in the fifth grade, who would it be?"

"Fifth, not sixth grade?"

"Yeah."

"I'd fuck Patrick Gardner."

"Wow, he is pretty cute." That conversation caught Neville totally by
surprise. He didn't know anybody thought of Patrick in that way.

"What about you?" Dylan asked.

"I'd do him." Evan pointed to Neville. "But, since I know he won't let
me, I'd do one of the Kirkwood twins."

"Those dudes are really hot."

"You guys are poufs, aren't you?" Neville finally asked, as if the
conversation and the making out hadn't given them away.

"What do you think, Neville?" Evan asked as he stopped for air.

"I think yes you are."

"Ohhh, do you want to be my boyfriend, Dylan?" Evan cooed.

"Ohhh, yes, I do, it would be so hot having a boyfriend at school. Will
you be my boyfriend?"

"Let me fuck you first," Evan said, knowing he had all kinds of weird
thoughts go through his head when he was extra-horny, but that his
thinking changed for awhile after he had his cum.

"How about I fuck you instead?" Dylan asked.

"How about we let Neville decide? How about it, dude, do you want
your brother to be the pitcher or the catcher?"

Neville had no idea what he was being asked, so he decided to fake
it. "He can be the pitcher, I guess."

"I guess that means you fuck me," Evan said with a grin.

Neville now had a good idea about what being the pitcher and
catcher meant in sexual terms. He watched as Dylan and Evan
exchanged kisses while they prepped themselves with Vaseline for
the big event.

"Do you have to do all that stuff when you do a girl?" Neville asked.

"I dunno," Dylan admitted.

"I never saw anybody do it in a porn," Evan said. "I think girls make
their own lube, kinda like a boy makes precum."

Neville and Dylan acted like they understood. Neville watched as
Evan raised his legs in the air, exposing his brownish pucker. He
winced as Dylan rubbed more lube inside his friend's crack, then
pushed some inside his hole with his finger.

"You stuck your finger in his butt," Neville said in his usual way of
stating the obvious.

"You never had a finger up your butt?" Evan asked. Neville shook his
head. "Well, I guess I never did either when I was in fifth grade. Feels
fucking good."

"I think we're ready," Dylan said. He carefully lined up his four inch
boy cock and slowly shoved it inside his friend's bowels.

"This feels even better," Evan moaned as he got used to Dylan's
presence.

There was nothing subtle about the two boys. They were rutting
tweens. Dylan went right at Evan, pounding his hairless, white ass. It
was ample sized, the ass of a well-built, athletic boy. Neville jerked
himself hard as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. The ten-
year-old was watching real sex for the first time in his life and was
almost shaking from the feelings it sent shooting through him.

"Fuck, Neville, you can come suck my dick. That would feel really
good, I bet," Evan said.

"I'll watch," was Neville's simple reply.

"Oh, shit, Dylan, it feels so good. Are you feeling good?"

"Yeah," Dylan said as his body rammed Evan's, sweat forming on his
face and chest and dripping on his friend.

"Come look closer. You can see my peach fuzz," Evan told Neville.

"Just stay there," Dylan said. He was a bit put out that Evan, at
eleven, had tiny bits of blond fuzz in his pubic area, while he had
none and was twelve.

But Neville got up to look and was disappointed when he couldn't see
anything around Evan's jerking hand. But, Evan stopped jerking off
and pointed to a spot to the side of his cock, Neville still couldn't see
anything and sat back down on the floor.

"Did you see?" Evan asked

"No."

Those were their last words until Evan came even though he hadn't
been masturbating particularly hard. "Eeeek," he squealed as his ass
rose and pushed back at Dylan's cock and he shook hard. Neville
saw a shot of fluid shoot out of Evan's boner and land just under his
belly button.

"You came." Neville stated the obvious in his own imperial way.

Then Evan saw the drop as well. "Shit, fuckeroo, I cummed. I
cummed for real. Holy shitsky, I'm like a man," the preteen said.

Dylan didn't care, and rammed his cock hard into Evan's behind as
he shook with an orgasm of his own, albeit a dry one. Neville closed
his eyes and enjoyed his own orgasm, even if it wasn't nearly as
intense as the climaxes of the two boys on the bed.

He opened his eyes and saw his step-brother on top of Evan, who
had dropped his legs. He watched as the two boys exchanged light
kisses.

"That was awesome," Dylan said. "I can't believe you shot."

"I thought you said you could do it already," Neville said.

"See? Right there," Evan said, ignoring Neville's statement. He
pointed to the clear drop under his belly button. He took his right
index finger and rubbed it over his skin. "I can't believe I did it. My
dad said I'd have to wait until I was thirteen or something."

"It's a good thing he doesn't teach sex education," Dylan said,
giggling. Then he got serious. "Well, are we boyfriends?" he asked
quietly.

Evan kissed his friend's nose. He'd come down from his high and still
had the same answer in his mind. "Yeah, I'll be your boyfriend."

Dylan's smile split his face. "See, Neville, we are poufs."

"Plus we're gay," Evan said.

The two started kissing in earnest. Neville got up from the floor and
left the room, his cocklet still rock hard.

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

Ellis's father left on Friday. He said it would only be for a month, but
to Ellis that was the same as his being gone close to forever. Once
again he had enjoyed time away with his father. He slept with him all
three nights, not because it felt sexual, but because he felt accepted
and loved by being in the same bed as the man he worshipped. He
liked the man's strong arms around him, he liked the smell of his
body, he liked the man telling him he loved him, and he loved that his
father expected nothing in return—his love was the unconditional kind
that a father gives a son. Ellis found the same acceptance sleeping
with his father that Misha found sleeping with his parents, although he
fostered secret sexual feelings sleeping with his father that Misha
never had with his parents.

Ellis's father felt that letting a half naked boy sleep with him was
probably the wrong thing to do, but he also noted how much happier
his son seemed to be when he allowed him to share his bed. Ellis
was ten, and from what he understood of adolescence, his desire to
sleep with his father would probably vanish within a year or two. In a
way he would miss it. His bonding with his son after almost rejecting
him for his bizarre behavior had been very satisfying for him. He was
certain Ellis was probably going to grow up gay, but that didn't bother
him like it once had. He just wanted his son to be happy.

Barry was away with his family for the weekend. Except for Tommy,
Ellis felt uncomfortable going to the homes of the older boys he knew
unless he was with Barry. Since he was going to spend the weekend
at home, he decided this would be a good time to take care of his
obligation to his mother.

"I'll sleep with you tonight, mom," he said as they ate dinner.

"Well, it's about time."

Ellis cringed. Unlike his father, his mother expected things in return
for her love. When it came to his mother, adolescent rebellion was
already simmering in the generally sweet-natured preteen.

"But it's the last time I do it because you told me to. I shouldn't have
to do it just so I can see my friends or do what I want to do. You can't
make me do it anymore."

"You're doing it tonight."

"Because I promised, and I keep my promises."

"You're a good boy, Ellis."

"No more making me sleep with you," Ellis said, ignoring the off-hand
compliment.

"I won't promise that."

"If you make me, I'll tell dad you're making me sleep with you." He
hoped she didn't know he was sleeping with his father. But, in his
mind that was different: first because his father was a man, and
second, because his father didn't coerce him into bed with him.

"And I will tell your father you're having sexual relations with teenage
boys."

Ellis looked at his mother, aghast at what she'd just said. "You
wouldn't ever tell him that, right?"

"I will if you stop being my little girl."

Ellis wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run out of the
house and never come back. In the end, his easygoing nature
betrayed him. "But only sometimes, I don't have to do everything you
want me to, I only have to sleep with you, and I get to go to Barry's
house any time I want."

Reba felt she had the concession she wanted, that Ellis would sleep
with her when she asked, and agreed that Barry would not be held
hostage. "But you sleep in just your panties." Ellis agreed and the
negotiations were over.

After dinner, Reba had Ellis put on a pair of pink panties with blue
flowers. She carefully applied eye-shadow and rouge. She watched
as he expertly applied his own lipstick. She combed his hair to give it
a feminine look, wishing it was still the flowing, shoulder length blond
hair she had loved so much.

As much as Ellis hated having to go to bed with his mother and be
her little girl, he loved the makeup, the panties, and the feminine
feeling it engendered in him, while at the same time he loved being a
boy and all that meant.

His mother massaged his bare shoulders as he sat at her dresser
while they finished making him up. "You are mama's little girl. You are
her sweetheart," she whispered. Ellis wanted to throw up, but he kept
quiet. He had promised he would do whatever she wanted on this
particular night.

They spent the evening watching television. Ellis sat on the couch
next to his mother, but kept his distance. He still wore only his
panties, his cock remaining limp since there was nothing about the
situation that excited him.

During one of the shows, Reba moved closer to her son. "I need a
picture of your beauty," she said.

Ellis cringed again. He knew all about pictures. Alden and Jeremiah
had one of him at school that forced him to do things he didn't want to
do. "Please, mom, no picture."

"You said you'd do anything."

Ellis started to fight back tears. While Reba could often be indifferent
to her son's feelings, she saw his look of distress and decided to back
off this time. Instead, she kissed him on the lips. "I'm sorry, my little
daughter. I didn't mean to upset you." She let her fingers trace his
right and then his left nipple. He shuddered in spite of himself. He
wanted to move away from his mother again, but he had reached the
end of the couch.

His mother put her arm around his bare shoulder. In what Ellis
considered an act of rebellion, he shoved his hand into his panties
and started playing with himself, not to get him hard or sexually
excited, but so that his mother could see that beneath the makeup he
was still a boy.

After one of the shows they were watching ended, Reba said she was
going upstairs to prepare for bed. Ellis pulled the panties down under
his balls and ass and kept playing with himself. He still wasn't hard,
but manipulating his genitals seemed to comfort him.

When Reba came back she was wearing nothing but panties. "Now
us girls can be dressed the same," she said. Ellis felt totally grossed
out. Then she saw that he had pulled his panties down, exposing the
top inch of his boner. "I want you to pull those up and cover yourself
so you can be momma's girl."

"You never minded before," Ellis sulked.

"I mind it tonight." Once again, Ellis gave in and covered himself.

"When I was a little girl sometimes my friends and I would suck each
other's breasts," Reba said. "Then the boys liked doing it, but it was
so much more fun with my girlfriends. Your father likes doing it, too."
This was all too much information for Ellis. "Since you do things with
boys, I imagine you haven't suckled a female breast since you were a
toddler. Would you like to do it now?"

"I'd like to go to bed now," Ellis said. He left the couch and headed up
the stairs. He went to the bathroom and sat at the vanity. He found
the cold cream and started taking off his makeup. He knew he
needed to take it off before retiring, but he also realized that on this
night he didn't like having it on. On this night, he wanted to be a boy
and nothing else.

His mother entered the bathroom and watched him remove what she
had applied earlier in the evening. "I was worried you'd gone to your
own bedroom." Ellis said nothing as he finished removing his makeup
and lipstick. His mother hovered behind him, her breasts touching his
bare skin on occasion. He then proceeded to mess up his hair,
making it as wild as he could in its gelled state.

He left the bathroom and went into the king size bed in his parents'
bedroom. His mother followed him in. "Did you brush your teeth?"

"I'll do it twice in the morning," he said, his back to her. Reba was
slowly realizing that Ellis was no longer the tractable boy who went
happily to bed with her.

She entered the bed from the other side. Ellis noticed she was now
naked. Before Reba could turn off the light, Ellis wiggled under the
covers, and pulled off his panties. He tossed them across the room.
He had now removed the last vestiges of the evening's girlhood.

Reba turned off the light and moved close to her son, her breasts
almost enveloping him. She started to pet his smooth chest, once
again encircling his nipples. Ellis lay still, tolerating his mother's
advances as much as he dared.

"You are such a sweet thing," she said as her hand petted his
smooth, taut belly. Ellis was skinny and not very athletic looking. But,
he loved to run and to ride his bicycle and his lithe frame was in very
good shape. Her hand found its way to his bare pubic area, carefully
avoiding his genitals.

"Such a sweet girl," she said as one hand rubbed his belly and pubic
area and the other rubbed his smooth, hard boy ass. She found
herself rubbing his crack as she cooed, "My girlfriends and I did this
in bed at night, and we'd finger each other's pussies. Have you ever
been fingered?"

Ellis said nothing. As much as he tried to keep from getting an
erection, his preteen cocklet had sprung to life. His mother noticed it
all too quickly when the back of her wandering hand brushed against
his rock hard boner as her fingers rubbed his pubic region.

She quickly jerked her hand back. "You're just like your father," she
hissed. "You have one of those. Girls don't have those. Go get your
panties and put them back on."

"No."

"You promised."

"I don't care."

"Don't act like a boy."

"I am a boy!" he said vehemently. He turned around and moved up
against his mother. His mouth closed around her breast and he
suckled her while at the same time he pushed his boner against her
thigh. He sucked and licked and heard her moan. He started to hump
her with his boner. He let go of her breast and humped her even
harder.

"Stop, Ellis, that isn't right."

"I'm a boy," he said again as he continued humping her leg. "I sucked
your boob just like daddy does. Just like a man does. Just like a boy
does." He pulled back the covers, exposing both of their naked
bodies, making sure his mother saw his three inches of rock hard
boyhood. He put his fingers around it and started jerking off. "I'm a
boy. And I've not only had fingers up my ass, I've had cocks up my
ass. Lots of cocks. I've been fucked like I was your little girl, and I'm
still a boy." He pushed his cock against his mother again. "That's a
boy cock. I'm ten and I do stuff with my friends who are older
because they treat me like a boy. They like my dick and they don't go
all gaga because they touched it."

He jumped out of the bed and looked down at her. She saw his boner
sticking proudly out in the dim light. Tears were cascading down
Ellis's cheeks. "They even suck it. Have you sucked a dick mother? I
bet you never sucked dad. I bet you never sucked a dick. I'm never
sleeping with you again until you suck mine and call me your little
boy," he yelled out between sobs.

He stomped out of the bedroom yelling, "I hate you!" and stumbled
into his own room, flopping facedown on his bed, crying out of
control. Even for a ten-year-old boy life could become miserable. His
mother wanted him to be a girl and Alden was blackmailing him with
the picture.  Kids at school were telling him that the twins called him
weird and wanted to beat him up. He thought the twins liked him,
which was one reason he hated helping Alden. His father always
went away, and he probably did that because he knew he had a
weird son, even if logical thinking would have told Ellis it might have
been because he had a weird wife.

Barry was his only friend. But now Ellis couldn't help thinking that
maybe Barry and his gang liked him only because he'd let them all
fuck him. He wondered if any other fifth grader at his school ever got
his butt fucked. He was certain he was the only one, just like he was
the only boy who painted his nails, and wore lipstick, and hated
himself for being weird.

What he didn't know that night was that he'd come close to liberating
himself from his mother's obsessions. It would be only a matter of
time before she would admit what she already knew, that even at ten
her little boy wasn't so little any more—and that someday he was no
longer going to be her little girl. Ellis's life would slowly start to
change, but that night he felt as miserable as he'd ever felt.

Next: The Campaign.