Date: Sat, 24 May 2014 23:10:55 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 4

Welcome back. After having his initial sexual experience with an older
girl, Neville finds that living with a new brother would present a sexual
education of its own.

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CHAPTER 4
NEVILLE AND DYLAN

"That means Dylan is going to be my big brother, right?" Neville
asked after learning that his father would be marrying Shelly.

"You have it exactly right," Reginald said.

Neville wasn't sure what to make of the news. He liked Shelly. He
knew she made his father happy. Even though she could never
replace his mother, she was nice, and he felt no animosity toward the
woman who would become his new mother.

Dylan was a different matter, however. On the one hand, he liked
Dylan, whose outgoing, friendly demeanor made him hard to dislike.
But, he didn't like the idea of having another boy compete for his
father's affections. Shelly, he could handle, because she would be his
father's wife, not his son. Dylan was going to be Neville's father's
step-son and that was a whole different matter.

Dylan had mixed feelings as well. While Reginald always treated him
well, Dylan thought he was a snob. He liked his real father better, but
he was dead and never coming back.  Neville was nice enough, but
like his father, the English boy could be snooty.

The wedding was set for winter break when the boys would be out of
school. Reginald and Shelly booked a honeymoon cruise to the
Caribbean and would be taking Dylan and Neville with them. They
picked a cruise line that catered to families and provided lots of
activities for children. They also booked a suite to give everyone
plenty of private space.

While Reginald and Neville weren't going to move in with Shelly and
Dylan until they returned from the cruise, they spent a lot of time at
Shelly's house, including overnights. Neville kept wishing his father
would go to Shelly's and leave him at home to be watched over by
Kathy, but it was not to be. Even when Dylan was away at a friend's,
Mrs. Pettigrew came over to babysit. While Dylan's grandmother was
a sweet lady, she was not the girl Neville had a big time crush on.

Most weekends were family weekends where they all did things
together, rather than the date weekends that occurred while Reginald
was courting Shelly. Even though they were often reluctant, Neville
and Dylan played together and did some bonding during the weekend
visits.

A big issue was what school Neville would be attending. Whitman
Day school was on the east side of Lake Washington, while Shelly's
house was in north Seattle, on the northwest side of the lake. Dylan
would be starting at the Puget Academy in the fall. While they hadn't
moved yet, Reginald didn't want Neville to have to change schools in
mid-year again. As a result, Neville was enrolled at Horace Mann
School, a private school in the Green Lake area. It enrolled students
only through fourth grade. Neville would have to change schools at
the end of the school year, but at least he would be able to attend
Horace Mann for his entire fourth grade year.

Reginald drove Neville to school in the mornings. Neville took a Metro
bus to Shelly's house after school and Reginald picked him up there.
Once school started, Reginald went back to a five-day work week.

Dylan turned eleven on October 10. Neville was insanely jealous
when he had a big party at a local pizza parlor. Dylan invited a lot of
his soccer teammates, as well as some of his old and new
classmates. He was a popular boy, unlike his step-brother. Neville
always managed to make some friends, but he never had close
buddies like Dylan had, especially since his move to Seattle. He had
problems finding boys he felt comfortable with.

Neville went to Dylan's party determined not to have a good time. He
succeeded in that endeavor, which everybody noticed. As a result,
some of Dylan's buddies, who were open to befriending Dylan's
future step-brother, decided to ignore him. His haughty attitude
succeeded in putting them off. Being ignored made him dislike
Dylan's friends even more.

After the honeymoon cruise and before school restarted in January,
Reginald and Neville moved into Shelly's house. Neville hoped this
would be his last move after having moved twice in less than a year.
At least he didn't have to change schools this time; that change had
already been made.

Living with another boy for the first time found Neville learning things
about boys. His first experience happened in February. Neville took a
Metro bus home from Horace Mann to his new home and Dylan took
a school bus from the Puget Academy. Neville usually got home
before Dylan, especially when Dylan had sports after school.

On this particular day, Dylan came home before Neville because of
early dismissal so teachers could attend a training session. The
eleven-year-old had discovered the joys of masturbation as a ten-
year-old when Max, an older neighbor boy, gave him the necessary
lessons along with a demonstration. Max was eleven at the time.

Dylan had learned about jerking off, mutual masturbation, French
kissing, the art of the blow job, and the science of the sixty-nine. He
was an eager pupil and Max was an enthusiastic teacher. But Max
had a reputation as a bad boy, and Shelly started to find ways to
restrict Dylan's contact with the neighbor boy.

While Dylan thought Neville was attractive, he was reluctant to
introduce him to sexual play. Neville gave him the impression that he
was not interested in sex, plus Dylan was afraid Neville would rat him
out to his father.

Since Dylan couldn't mess around with Max much anymore, he found
ways to engage in sex play a few of his teammates and friends, even
after Neville had moved in. He simply made sure to keep Neville from
discovering his love of sex play with boys.

Cody, a friend of Dylan whom he'd met at the Puget Academy, had
come to Dylan's house after the early dismissal. Dylan and Cody had
hit if off, and found they both enjoyed the joys of masturbation. With
only a half-day of school, they decided this would be a great time to
play with each other. They got parental permission for the visit and
Cody rode home on the bus with Dylan.

The two boys knew exactly what they wanted to do first, and that was
jerk off. They were both eleven and entering puberty. Being horny
was starting to become a way of life for them. They'd been talking
about jerking off together for weeks. At school, they'd checked out
each other's boy cocks whenever they could, in the boys' room, in the
classroom, in the lunchroom, and on the playground. Most of the time
it was a quick flash, but two weeks ago, in the boys' room, they
managed to quickly grope each other's boners, skin to skin. They'd
heard rumors of secret passageways in the basement of the building,
but that only the seventh and eighth graders knew where they were.
Cody and Dylan both wished the secrets would be revealed to them
so they could do something in one of those basement passageways.

They stripped in Dylan's bedroom, seeing each other naked for the
first time. Dylan loved being sexual and liked playing around with
boys better than he did with girls. As he and Cody jerked off on his
bed, he knew Cody needed to come for a sleepover. For all of his
playing around, he had never had sex with a boy on an overnight
stay.

Both boys had hairless cocks, their boners just under three inches.
They were still dry. Neither of them were strangers to jerking off with
other boys. They worked eagerly on their boners, watching each
other intently. Dylan had the first dry cum, with Cody following about
three minutes later. The two had agreed to watch each other jerk off
the first time, then get each other off after they recovered.

They didn't bother to dress after their orgasms. They played with
Dylan's Wii, having fun playing tennis in the nude.

"Are you ready for phase two?" Dylan asked.

"I'm all yours," was Cody's reply. Cody had longish, brown hair that
came just over his ears. Even in the mid-winter month of February, he
had a distinct tan line. Dylan had jet black hair that he wore just long
enough to have to comb. His skin still showed the tan he had picked
up during the honeymoon cruise.

They decided they needed to pee before getting down to business.
The house had four bedrooms. The two boys peed together in the
bathroom off Dylan's bedroom, watching their yellow urine flow into
the toilet while crossing their flows back and forth.

After finishing they returned to Dylan's room. Dylan was so used to
being alone after school that he didn't pay close attention to the time.
He kept his door open, because he thought nobody would bother
them. The two tweens sat on Dylan's bed with their backs to the wall
and started fondling each other, quickly working their pubescent
cocks into rock hard boners.

They adjusted their position so they could comfortably jerk each other
off.  They were both enjoying the experience. Dylan was a bit more
practiced than Cody at jerking off another boy, thanks to his lessons
with Max.

The hormones were flowing in the veins of the boys. Their little
fingers were diligently at work on the hairless dick of their friend. They
were so into their masturbating each other they failed to hear the door
opening downstairs.

Neville knew that Dylan was bringing a friend home for dinner. He
looked into the family room and saw that the television was on. The
sound was off and there were no boys watching it. He knew his father
would be unhappy at the television being left on unattended. He
picked up the remote and turned the big screen television off.

He decided Dylan and his friend must be upstairs. It was cold and
drizzly outside, so they certainly hadn't left the house. Of course, they
could have gone to Max's house since Shelly wasn't home. Neville
didn't like Max, who creeped him out.  Neville didn't like how the older
boy would always look at him, like he wanted to do something
naughty.

As Neville walked up the stairs, he could hear noises coming from
one of the bedrooms. The only place the sounds could be coming
from, he thought, would be Dylan's room, since nobody else should
be in the house. When he got to the top of the stairs, he saw that
Dylan's bedroom door was open. He stopped to listen to what the
noises in his new step-brother's room were about.

"Oh, shit, Dylan, that feels so good."

"Have you ever had a blow job, Cody?" Dylan asked.

"Uh, uh. Have you?"

"Yeah. They feel really good."

"This feels really good, too. You're really a cool friend, Dylan."

While Neville wasn't the most worldly of boys, at least when it came
to other boys, he did have an idea of what a blow job was. He had a
pretty good idea that it had something to do with somebody putting
your penis in their mouth. Neville thought it sounded gross, but at the
same time he wondered if Kathy had ever given somebody a blow
job.

Neville walked to the open door and peeked into Dylan's bedroom.
He saw the two naked eleven-year-old boys, sitting side by side on
Dylan's bed, with their legs splayed and hanging over the side. They
were busily masturbating each other, their hairless little cocks hard
and red. Neville noticed that they were both cut, which looked
different to him. Most boys in England were usually uncut, which was
true of his own member.

"That is so gross," Neville said.

Dylan jumped a bit and jerked his head in the direction of the voice.
His hand dropped off Cody's dick. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here," Neville said, making sure Dylan understood that he'd just
asked an incredibly stupid question.

Ignoring Neville's answer, Dylan said, "Do you want to join us?"

"Boys don't do that with each other."

"Think again. We're doing it and we're boys."

"You are both nasty," Neville said as he turned to leave the room.

"It's fun," Dylan said. "You should do it with us."

"Yeah, it's fun," Cody agreed.

Neville said nothing and left the room. "You're not going to tell your
dad are you?" Dylan yelled after him.

"He's your dad, too," Neville said, poking his head back into the room.
Once again his tone of voice sent Dylan the message that he had
asked a stupid question.

Ignoring Neville's answer again, Dylan repeated his question.

"I'm not going to tell, I'm not a tattle-tale," Neville said as he left the
room again.

"Do you think he'll tell?" Cody asked as Dylan got up to close the
door.

"He won't tell. He can be a real dweeb, but I don't think he'd dime us
out." Dylan sat back on the bed. He looked at Cody's droopy cock
and flicked his own flaccid member. "Do you want to try again?"

"Might as well."

Dylan got off of the bed. He opened the door and yelled out, "Don't
come into my room."

"I wouldn't think of it," came a high-pitched voice from Neville's room.
"You guys are too nasty for me."

Dylan shut the door hard, making sure Neville could hear it. Although
it took a few minutes to get back into the mood, they got each other
hard again and went back to their mutual masturbation. It didn't take
long for them to have another pair of dry cums.

Neville took off his school uniform and hung it up. He lay back on his
bed, wearing only a pair of green and blue briefs and his socks. His
little pecker was hard beneath the cotton of his underpants. He had
some of the same feelings he experienced the two times he was
sexual with Kathy. The feelings confused him, because they were
initiated by two naked boys doing sexy things, not by doing things
with a half-naked teenage girl.

He put his hand down under his waistband and rubbed his hard two
plus inches. His hand felt constricted, so he raised his butt and pulled
off his briefs. He was now naked except for his socks. He started
doing the things to himself that Kathy had done for him, masturbating
seriously for the first time.

His previous tries at masturbation had been half-hearted, the
behavior of a nine-year-old boy who liked the good feelings. This time
he wanted to see if he could have the climax he'd enjoyed when
Kathy had jerked him off. This time, he was serious. He was doing
what he saw Dylan and Cody doing to each other. He wasn't certain
that doing it to himself would work, but it made sense that it should.

Neville had two fingers wrapped around his cocklet as he felt the
sensations build inside of him. He didn't know enough yet to properly
manipulate his foreskin, but he started learning some things as he
went. He heard a muffled squeal come from Dylan's room and he
knew somebody had had an orgasm, just like he did with Kathy. His
hand flew along his cocklet. He felt the sensations build up and let out
a squeal of his own as his little cock started to spasm and his small
body shook on the bed.

Neville came down from the first solo orgasm of his young life
wondering why two naked boys being nasty had inspired him to do
what he had done. He squeaked in surprise when he heard a knock
at his door.

"What?" he asked.

"Can I come in?" It was Dylan on the other side of the door.

"No."

"Did you just jerk off?" Dylan had obviously heard Neville's orgasmic
squeal.

"Go away."

He heard Dylan's footsteps fade off, happy that Dylan hadn't barged
in. There was no way he wanted his new step-brother to see him
naked.

Cody smiled when Dylan came back into the room. "Well, did he?"
Cody asked.

"He didn't say, but I bet he did."

"He's only nine. He's just a little kid." Being a little kid was a relative
matter to an eleven-year-old.

"So? He has a cock, doesn't he?"

"I guess he does. I wish he would have joined us; I'd like to see him
naked."

"I can tell you this," Dylan said. "I plan to see him naked. I don't know
how I'll do it, but I plan to see him naked soon."

"Are you going to jerk off with him?"

"I hope so. That would be ultimately cool."

"Are you going to give me a blow job?"

"Next time we're together," Dylan said.

"Sounds good to me."

The two boys dressed, as did Neville in his room. They stepped
outside of the two bedrooms at the same time and went downstairs.
The three of them made no mention of the sexual things that had just
happened.

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

Neville and Dylan both spent the next couple of months trying to get
used to their new lives. Reginald tried to bond with Dylan without
upsetting Neville, which, he learned, was not an easy task. Neville
often became sullen and pouty when his dad gave Dylan his
attention. He wanted to have all of his father's attention and resented
sharing any of it with Dylan.

On the other hand, Neville found himself getting along with Shelly, He
liked having a mother in his life. He hadn't realized how much he
missed getting motherly hugs. He was also surprised that Dylan didn't
seem to resent the attention Shelly gave to him. The way Neville saw
it, Dylan should be as resentful of sharing his mother's attention as
Neville was of sharing his father's.

Yet, even with Neville's resentments, he and Dylan got along with
each other, at least as long as Reginald wasn't involved. Shelly
noticed Neville's behavior change when Reginald gave Dylan his
attention. She also could tell that Neville liked her as his step-mother.
She quietly started using her mothering skills to slowly rid Neville of
his jealousy where Dylan and Reginald were concerned. It was not an
easy task. Even though she and Neville were getting along very well,
Neville was not an easy boy to reach.

Another thing that Neville was jealous of was the number of friends
Dylan had. Even though Neville had always been somewhat aloof, he
did have friends in England, boys who saw the world the way he did.
At Whitman he'd made a few acquaintances, a couple of whom
turned on him when he was given a solo part at the spring concert the
previous year.

Dylan had friends come over to spend the night, while Neville didn't
know anyone well enough to invite them over. Conversely, he wasn't
invited to friends' houses either, except for a couple of birthday
parties. There were also nights when Dylan spent the night at a
friend's house. The only thing that kept Neville from feeling lonelier
than ever on those nights was that he got more attention from his
father. But there were also the nights Reginald and Shelly went out
and Dylan was gone for the night. He found himself under the care of
Mrs. Pettigrew, wishing that Kathy lived closer. He was sure that
having Kathy babysit would help him feel much less lonely.

Neville knew that Dylan was involved in sexual play when he had
friends over, especially when Cody came over. He often heard them
through the wall and would get hard thinking about what they were
doing. He wondered if they did the blow jobs he'd overheard Dylan
and Cody talk about. Sometimes he got naked and masturbated, not
always to an orgasm. But, orgasms were happening more and more
often, and when they did his thoughts were on seeing Dylan with a
boner even more that they were on Kathy's boobs.

Neville disliked Max, the twelve-year-old who lived next door. The big
sixth grader made him uncomfortable. Neville didn't know the role
that Max had played in Dylan's sexual awakening. He didn't know
that Max had been involved in serious sex, including anal sex, with
A.J., an older cousin, since the time he was eight and the cousin was
fourteen. Max and his cousin were having sexual relations with a man
in his thirties.  A.J. had known the man intimately since he was ten.
Max was a sexually savvy boy.

When Max and Neville were alone, Max would often come on to the
younger boy. He was never physical or blatant about it, but he
dropped hints, such as asking to compare cocks. Neville kept away
from Max and tried to avoid being alone with him.

Neville did have a kind of sexual awakening when it came to boy sex.
It started just before spring break. It did not involve Dylan or Max. The
catalyst was something that happened at school, but would carry over
to his relationship with Dylan, and later to his inclusion in the Puget
Posse.

Neville had been half-way listening to the English lesson by Mrs.
Grimm. His mind had wandered to sex, mainly the naked body of
Kathy and the night he had slept with her. Since he was nine, his
bloodstream was not yet being nuked by hormones, but an
occasional trickle could send his mind wandering.

Some of his thoughts also had to do with Dylan and Cody, and even
Max. He remembered rejecting Dylan's invitations to join in with him
and Cody because he thought that boys doing sex stuff together was
gross. Yet, he ended up having his first solo orgasm thinking what
they were doing on the other side of his bedroom wall. He also
remembered listening to the older boys in his school in England
talking about having a wank together, even as they were talking
about the girls they liked. Many of them played football and were very
manly boys. He was certain that they were not poofs.

Dylan was like those older boys. He played sports, had an athletic
body, and didn't act like a poof, or at least what he thought a poof
was supposed to act like. Neville was beginning to think that two boys
could wank with each other and still be normal, as long as they didn't
touch each other like he saw Dylan and Cody do.

After Mrs. Grimm's class was over, he headed for the boys' room.
Before he could get there, he was stopped by his friend Justin. "Do
you want to sit with me at lunch?" Justin asked.

"Sure." Justin had become Neville's best friend. Like Neville, he was
somewhat aloof with a hint of arrogance. The two of them liked to tell
each other how much better they were than the rest of the students at
Mann school. Their grades usually bore that out.

Justin was six months older than Neville, having already turned ten.
He had dark brown, curly hair that he kept shaggy and unkempt. He
wore his uniform as sloppily as he could get away with. While he and
Neville had a similar world view in many respects, when it came to
dress and appearance they were opposites. Neville's uniform was
always neat and pressed, his hair trim and precisely cut, and his
glasses polished and sitting perfectly on his nose.

The two of them walked into the boys' room, which had a couple of
other boys in it. Justin put his hand on Neville's shoulder before he
could get to the closest urinal. "You have to prove you're a boy before
you can pee in there."

Neville peered at his friend through his glasses and said with his most
precise English accent. "The fact that I am in here should prove I am
a boy. And, I could not possibly pee into that urinal without being a
boy."

"I was just making sure," Justin said, backing off a little.

But, Neville remembered listening to the older boys in England, boys
ten and older, and how they would talk about wanking when he
overheard them in the loo.  Even though he was a bit of a loner,
Neville liked having friends, and he did not want to scare off the best
friend he had over something as trivial as showing off his penis. After
all, it was good enough for a fourteen-year-old girl to look at.

Well, why not? he thought. Maybe Justin could graduate from good
friend to wanking partner. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his
pants and let them hang open, hoping they wouldn't slide over his
hips and down his legs. He pulled down the front his white briefs and
exposed his little uncut cock and his smooth, marble-sized balls.

"You still got your skin," Justin said, obviously impressed by what he
saw. Neville quickly pulled everything back together as a pair of
exiting boys gave him a quick glance. Show-and-tell was not unusual
in the Horace Mann's bathrooms and they thought nothing of it.

"Your turn," Neville said.

Justin revealed his pride and joy. Unlike Neville, his cut boy cock was
rock hard.

"You have a boner," Neville said, joining his friend in stating the
obvious.

"Don't you get them?" Justin asked as he pulled his pants back up.

"Sometimes."

The two boys stepped to the urinals. "What do you do when you get
one?"

"If I'm home, I wank it."

"What's that?" Justin asked.

"Play with it until it goes away."

"Oh, you mean jerk off."

"That was what I said," Neville said. He'd heard Dylan talk about
jerking off quite a few times, but felt saying he liked to wank himself
sounded more high class than saying he jerked himself off.

The two boys watched each other pee. Justin was fascinated by the
stream of urine that came out of the skin shrouded head of Neville's
now flaccid penis.

At lunch, the two boys talked about getting together after school in a
couple of days. They knew they needed parental permission. They
also needed to have a plan to present to their parents.

The result was Neville riding with Justin on a Horace Mann school
bus a couple of days later. Neville usually took a Metro transit bus
home because his ride wasn't very far, and, as a fourth grader he
was considered capable of taking the short trip by himself. Justin
lived much farther from the school.

When they got to Justin's house they bounded up to Justin's
bedroom. Justin had been a latchkey kid since he had turned ten in
February. His thirteen-year-old sister wouldn't be home until much
later because she played middle school softball, and his parents were
both at work. They had well over an hour to themselves.

At nine and ten, Neville and Justin were little boys—not yet tweens
and not yet beset by puberty, although Justin was on the brink. There
was no sexy preliminary as they undressed themselves. They both
knew what they had come to do, and they both wanted to make sure
they did it in the time they had available.

The two boys inspected each other's naked bodies, turning around to
show off their hairless little penises and their smooth, white bubble
butts. Justin's cocklet was a hard, two-and-a-half inch piece of steel,
but Neville's was still flaccid. It didn't take him long to rub himself
erect, however.

"How do you want to do this?" Justin asked.

"I guess we just get on your bed and do it and watch each other,"
Neville offered. He thought about when he had seen Dylan and Cody
together, but they had been masturbating each other. Mutual
masturbation was something he had no intention of doing.

"Have you done this with somebody before?" Justin asked.

"No. Have you?"

"No, I've only heard about it."

"Me, too." Neville had his faults, but giving away secrets wasn't one of
them. He felt he didn't know Justin well enough to tell him what he'd
witnessed in Dylan's bedroom. Besides, he had no intention of doing
what they did anyway. There was no way he was going to let Justin
touch him and he certainly wasn't going to touch Justin. However,
since Justin didn't know Kathy, he felt he could reveal his own secret.

The two naked boys settled on their backs next to each other and
started stroking themselves. "I did do it with somebody once. I had a
bird do it to me," Neville confessed.

"A bird? You mean like a parrot or something? How can you do that?
It sounds kinda gross."

"No, silly. In England we call girls, birds."

"You mean you had a girl at our school do it?"

"No, she was fourteen."

"Wow, Dana is almost fourteen." Dana was Justin's sister. "I wonder if
she ever did anything with a boy."

The boys continued to jerk off. "How did you get her to do it to you?"
Justin asked.

"She was babysitting me."

"I wish I was that lucky. Dana always babysits me and it sucks. Did
you get naked?"

Neville said they had and the prattle died as the two boys, turned on
by Neville's confession, silently went to work. But Justin broke the
silence one more time. "Do you get the good feeling when you do
this?" Neville was getting tired of Justin's incessant questions. He had
never heard his friend so full of chatter.

"Yes, I do."

"Me, too."

That finally ended Justin's line of questioning and they went about
their business in silence. Neville had the first climax, not bothering to
stifle a moan as the feelings from the orgasm came over him and his
cocklet clicked his dry cum. Justin liked the feeling of Neville's body
bouncing on the bed, and he quickly had his own dry orgasm. The
two boys had their first orgasms in the company of another boy—in
Justin's case the first one with another person.

After finishing, the two boys stayed on the bed for a while longer,
talking. "Did you have fun?" Justin asked.

"Yes. Do you want to do it again, sometime?" Neville asked.

"Sure." Justin was happy that Neville wasn't turned off by what they
did. Even though he and Neville had become good friends, he wasn't
good at reading the boy's moods.

Neville wondered if a boy wanking him would feel as good as when
Kathy did it, or better than doing it himself. But when the older boys at
his school in England talked about wanking, it never sounded like
they were going to wank each other—it sounded like they were just
going to do it together.

He thought about doing it with Dylan. Even though Dylan was his
step-brother, he thought it would be okay. After all, they weren't blood
brothers. And since he was nine, and really close to being ten, he
saw himself as one of the older boys. As he and Justin got off of the
bed and started to dress, Neville began making plans to have a wank
with Dylan and see how that worked. Maybe if they did it together, he
wouldn't dislike his step-brother quite as much.

The boys walked into the living room just as Dana came home. She
was wearing her softball practice gear and lugging a gym bag as well
as a backpack. Neville took one look at her long blond hair, her trim
figure, her barely showing young breasts, and fell instantly in love. He
walked over to her and held out his hand. Dana looked at him like he
was a little boy who had lost his mind, but gave him a limp
handshake.

"My name is Neville. I'm Justin's friend." He hoped he sounded
sufficiently grown up.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Dana." She quickly let go of his sweaty hand.
"Justin said you have a funny accent."

Neville glared at Justin and said, "My accent is not funny; it's all the
rest of you who have a funny accent." He suddenly felt more like a
little boy who was nine than an older boy who was almost ten. He
wanted to hold that against Justin, but didn't because he wanted to
return to Justin's house in the future, not only to wank with him again,
but to see Dana as well.

Neville got his chance to have sexual fun with Dylan the next week,
during spring break. Neville had been working hard to be nicer to
Dylan, both at the behest of his father and his step-mother, but also
because he wanted to play around with his step-brother.

Between what his father and Shelly told him, Neville started to see
that Dylan wasn't demanding his father's attention as much as he
thought. He also took Shelly's advice and started to take the initiative
with his father. Dylan, for his part, stopped trying to get between
Neville and Reginald. That is not to say that total peace reigned
between the two step-brothers, but they did get closer to the
relationship they'd had before Neville and his father moved in.

Reginald and Shelly told the boys that instead of taking them to day-
care or have Dylan's grandmother watch them, they were going to
trust them to take care of themselves during the break.

"You can have cereal or toast some Eggos for breakfast. I will have a
lunch premade for you. Nobody, and I mean nobody, is to come into
the house without our prior permission. You are not to leave the yard
without our prior permission. Is all of that clear to both of you?" Shelly
said on Sunday afternoon.

"Yes, ma'am," both boys said in near unison.

"It's only for three days, since I will be taking Thursday off, and your
father and I will both be taking Friday off. You are both good boys and
I know you will handle the responsibility just fine."

"Can I have friends in the yard?" Dylan asked.

"I prefer you didn't." Shelly was thinking in terms of Max, whom she
did not like at all. She thought that the older boy was a potential bad
influence on her son. Little did she know. Instead of banning him from
specifically seeing Max, which she knew her son would probably
resent and would disobey as a result, she merely banned everybody.
Ironically, he was more likely to follow a blanket rule than a rule
aimed a specific boy.

"Is the housekeeper coming over on Wednesday?" Dylan asked.

"No, I rescheduled her for Thursday," Shelly said. They had a
housekeeper who came once a week to do the major cleaning as well
as a cook who prepared dinner on most weekdays.

"Can Cody come over Wednesday, and then have dinner and spend
the night?" Dylan needed to have at least one friend over to avoid
being stuck with just Neville for the entire three days.

"If it's okay with his mother, I'm good with it."

"She said it was okay," Dylan said, although he had never asked her.

"I'll call her and verify it."

Dylan knew the routine, but that didn't stop him from making sure the
rules hadn't changed from the day before. Neville thought about
asking if Justin could come over for a day. But he knew Dylan and
Cody were going to wank together, and he wanted to show them he
was a big boy and do it with them. Also, Justin had told Neville he'd
be gone for a few days, but he couldn't remember exactly when.

Neville found himself excited about Wednesday. He woke up around
nine, and headed to the kitchen in his pajamas to get some breakfast.
The house was quiet, meaning Dylan was still asleep. He arose
before Dylan every day of vacation, usually by an hour or two. But
this time Dylan was only fifteen minutes behind him. He was wearing
nothing but a pair of red boxers. "Good morning, bro."

"Hi," Neville said as he chewed his blueberry Eggo. He suddenly
realized what Dylan had called him, and quickly added "bro" to his
greeting. He liked the sound of it.

"I can't believe you're almost ten and you still wear pajamas," Dylan
said as he popped two Eggos into the toaster.

"I like them, they're warm and comfortable."

"They're geeky."

"At least I don't sleep in the underpants that I wore all day."

Dylan grinned at his little step-brother. "Who says I wear anything to
bed?"

"You sleep naked?"

"Of course. It's the grown up thing to do."

The words grown up caught Neville's attention. He was nine, and
close to ten, and ten meant being an older boy, which meant being
grown up. Neville decided to find out what sleeping naked was like,
starting that night.

"What time is Cody coming?" Neville asked.

"He'll be here at lunch time. Mom made enough lunch for all of us."

After they finished breakfast, the boys cleaned up the kitchen and
took showers in their individual bathrooms. Neville was in a t-shirt and
shorts watching the big screen television when Cody arrived. Cody
and Dylan quickly headed upstairs to Dylan's room.

"Do you want to jerk off?" Dylan asked. He was amazingly horny.

"That's why I'm here."

"I thought you came because you liked me," Dylan said, teasingly.

"I do. I only jerk off with people I like."

"Let's do it downstairs. That would be really nasty fun."

"The dweeb is downstairs," Cody said.

"He's Neville and he's my brother, so don't call him a dweeb," Dylan
said. This time he was not in teasing mode.

"Well, you always call him a dweeb."

"That's because he is my brother, so I have the right."

"Okay, sorry, I didn't know. I thought you didn't like having him
around. But that doesn't stop him from being downstairs, so how can
we do it there?"

"We'll just tell him what we're gonna do. It's not like it's a secret. He's
such a dweeb, he'll leave us alone."

Cody shook his head when he heard Dylan call Neville a dweeb.
Cody had no siblings and there were some things he simply didn't
understand.

"Let's get lunch and tell him what we're going to do," Dylan said.

The two boys went back downstairs. Neville joined them in the
breakfast nook that was built on to the side of their house. He helped
Cody lay out the dishes for lunch, while Dylan heated up macaroni
and cheese in the microwave.

As the boys ate their lunch and drank juice, Dylan explained to
Neville what he and Cody wanted to do. He reasoned that Neville
knew they were jerk off buddies, so there was no reason to keep their
actions a secret. He had some answers prepared should Neville
object to being sent upstairs or out in the yard, but he didn't need
them. Instead, he was surprised by Neville's reaction.

"Can I join you guys?" the nine-year-old asked.

"What did you say?"

"Are you deaf? I said can I do it with you?" There were moments
when Dylan was truly starting to love Neville like a brother, and there
were moments when he wanted to beat the living shit out of him. This
was an in-between moment. He loved Neville for wanting to join in,
and he wanted to slug him for being a stuck-up prick.

"You really want to do it with us?" Dylan knew, as soon as he asked
the question, that he was digging his own hole deeper. He was
learning quickly how his new brother operated and he was about to
be chided for stating the obvious. But again, he was surprised.

"Yes." While Neville had no problem being a pain in the ass, he was
also learning things about his new brother. One of those things was
that not being a smart mouth tended to get him farther with Dylan
than being a pain in the ass did.

Dylan looked at Cody. "Any objections?"

"Nope." Cody was as surprised by Neville as Dylan was.

Dylan found himself becoming very excited about Neville joining
them. He had wanted this for a long time. While he'd had some
glimpses of Neville nude, he hadn't really seen him naked to where
he could just look him over. And he certainly had never seen him with
a boner. Dylan could almost feel the sexual charge coursing through
his veins.

It was Neville who suggested they have a system for undressing.
Dylan wasn't surprised, not because he thought Neville wanted to
perv on the two of them, but because Neville was super-organized in
everything he did.

Dylan and Cody agreed to Neville's plan. They stood in the living
room and shucked their shirts, tossing them on the floor. The three
boys admired each other's torsos, which were slim and athletic, with
a hint of upcoming muscle definition in the two eleven-year-olds.
Dylan's still had a suggestion of his cruise tan, even at the start of
April. Next, the socks came off (none of them were wearing shoes by
then).

Next, they drew cards to see in what order they would finish
undressing. Dylan had low card and unbuttoned and unzipped his
shorts, revealing his blue and white striped boxers. He was followed
by Neville opening up his pants to reveal his white briefs, and then
Cody showed his yellow boxers with white trim.

Part three consisted of getting naked. Dylan pulled off his pants and
paraded around in his boxers, before yanking them down, revealing
his thin, three plus inch hairless boner. He twirled around, showing off
his dick and ass.

Neville was next. He had a boner, but he really didn't want one. He
was afraid Dylan and Cody would think getting naked in front of boys
excited him, even though both of them were rock hard. He didn't
prance around the way Dylan had, partly because he knew his boner
was smaller than what the older boys had and he was reluctant to
show if off.

Finally, Cody got naked. Like Dylan, he did a little dance. His boner
was the longest and thickest of the three, reaching for four inches.
His hairless ball sac was hanging lower as well. His white bubble butt
was bigger than the butts of the step-brothers.

Cody and Dylan sat closely on the couch while Neville took a seat on
an overstuffed chair. "Do you mind if me and Cody do each other?"
Dylan asked Neville.

"As long as I don't have to do it to you. I'm not wanking anybody,"
Neville said. Not for the first time, he was wondering if his step-
brother was a poof.

"You can sit with us. I'll sit in the middle and do both of you, Cody can
do me, and you don't have to touch anybody."

"I'll just sit here and wank. I do not want anybody touching me either."

"Suit yourself."

The three of them started working on their little cocks. As much as he
didn't want to be, Neville was fascinated by what Dylan and Cody
were doing to each other. He got feelings even stronger than what he
felt when he and Justin had wanked together. Not as strong as he'd
had with Kathy, but he knew what he was watching was much more
sexual than just plain jerking off.

There was no talking during the little circle jerk. The only sounds were
the moans and grunts of high-voiced pubescent boys taking care of
what were urgent needs for the two eleven-year-olds and something
pleasurable for the nine-year-old.

Neville watched Dylan bang his head against the back cushion of the
couch, then heard him emit a squeaky, "Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck," as his
body started shaking with an intense dry cum. Neville closed his eyes
and thought about Dana, Justin's sister, as his cocklet twitched with
its own orgasm. Dylan had stopped jerking Cody briefly as he
enjoyed his own sexual pleasure, but he quickly finished his duty,
bringing his friend to a satisfying climax.

"That was fun," Dylan said as the three of them came down.

"Mega-fun," Cody said.

"Did you like it bro?"

"It was fine," Neville said, not wanting to commit himself. The truth
was he loved what had just happened. It was fun and naughty. But it
would have been better with Kathy or Dana there, too.

"When are you going to give me a blow job?" Cody asked.

"Tonight," Dylan answered.

Neville said nothing. He again wondered if Dylan was a poof. Why
else would he want to give Cody a blow job? Neville thought that
maybe it was a grown up boy thing to do. Maybe he really did have to
be ten to understand some things.

The three played naked the rest of the afternoon, leaving their clothes
strewn around the living room floor. Neville found the nudity freeing
and hoped they could do it again some time. Dylan boned up more
than the other two as they played, because he found being around
naked boys sexually exciting even if they weren't doing anything
sexual. He had a huge boy crush on Cody, and was also surprised
how sexy he found his step-brother. They didn't dress until about a
half hour before Shelly was due home.

Neville jerked off with Dylan and Cody a few more times through
spring and summer. Dylan often came into Neville's bedroom and into
his bed, where they would jerk off together. Neville would not allow
Dylan to touch his junk, nor would he touch his brother's. There were
even a couple of times when Neville would sneak over to Dylan's
room for a jerk-off session. The two never slept together, leaving
once they had each had their orgasm.

Justin spent a few nights at Neville's during the summer. They jerked
off together in Neville's bedroom. A couple of times Dylan joined
them. Neville was finding these sessions with boys to be very sexy.
While he also visited Justin, he never spent the night there. He was
disappointed since he hoped he might see Dana partially dressed or
even naked at night.

Two sexual things out of the ordinary happened to Neville before
school opened, the ordinary being jerking off with Dylan, with Dylan
and Cody, with Justin, or Dylan and another friend on rarer
occasions. Cody was the only boy who would jerk Dylan off now that
Max was all but off-limits—with all the rest of the boys, it was a simple
circle jerk. There were three other boys who got involved, not
including Max, who was the subject of one of the out of the ordinary
events.

Neville and Dylan were playing badminton in their backyard when
Max came wandering in. It was a Saturday late in May.

"Hey guys," Max said. "Looks like you're having fun."

"We are," Dylan said. "Do you want to play the winner?"

"Nah, I got things to do." Max had brown hair that covered his ears
and was almost shoulder length. He was in the throes of puberty at
age twelve and was obviously much more physically mature than
Neville and Dylan. His voice was deepening into an early adolescent
alto.

Max pointed to Dylan and said to Neville, "I taught him everything he
knows."

"Not everything," Dylan protested.

"Everything when it comes to sex. I taught him how to jerk off, jerk
another guy off, suck a cock, do a sixty-nine...all the stuff I bet he
taught you."

Neville blushed red as did Dylan. "Have you guys done all that
together?" Max asked.

"Not yet," Dylan said, as if it might happen in the future. "We jerk off
together sometimes."

"Dylan, you don't need to tell him stuff," Neville whined.

"I like your accent kid," Max said.

"I don't have an accent—you have an accent," Neville said
automatically.

"Well, tell your big brother he's gotta show you more. Do you shoot
yet, Dylan?"

"Not yet."

"Have you ever seen a boy shoot cum?" Max asked Neville.

Neville shook his head, no.

"Do you want to?"

Neville again shook his head no, although curiosity had him wanting
to say yes.

Max unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Dylan and
Neville could tell he wasn't wearing any underpants. "There it is, over
five inches of steel...and it shoots out a ton. I bet Dylan would love to
give me a blow job and swallow my jism."

"You have to put that away before our mum sees you," Neville said.
He was surprised at how big Max's boy tool was, and almost hoped
he wouldn't put it away and would jerk it off for him. He could see a
few stray pubic hairs sticking out over the top of his erection.

"She'd need to go outside and even then she can't see me before I
hear her. I know she don't like me very much. I don't know why,
because I've never done nothing to her and have always been good
when I come here."

Being good sure can't mean having a boner sticking out of your
pants, Neville thought. Or standing there jerking off, he had to add as
Max started doing exactly that. Neville had never seen a boner as big
as the five inch slab of meat that Max was displaying.

"The one thing Dylan hasn't let me do is fuck him. I'd try to fuck him
right now if your mom wasn't home. Shit,I am so fucking horny," Max
said. "I'm gonna be thirteen Thursday and the `rents are letting me
have a party on Saturday. You wanna come, Dylan? It's an
overnighter. Gonna be six or seven other guys there. I'd invite the
little kid but he's too young since there's gonna be some truth or dare
shit going on and the cum might be flying. Probably will even be
some fucking going on." He stopped and let his hand fly along his
exposed erection. "Plus, dad thinks thirteen is old enough to have
beer. You gotta find a way to come over and get drunk and have sex
with us."

Dylan knew exactly what his mom would say if he asked to go to
Max's party. "I don't think my mom will let me," he said.

Max didn't reply. His hand was flying along his cut cock. "I'm gonna
cum. Watch close, kid...ohhhh, fucking yessssssssssssss." Neville
looked on in awe as spurts of clear cum flew out of Max's tween cock.
Most of it landed in the grass, but the last shots ended up on his
fingers.

"Either of you guys want to taste?" Dylan and Neville said no, so Max
licked his own fingers. "Tastes yummy. You guys don't know what
you missed." He ruffled Neville's hair, leaving a few drops of cum
behind. "But, I bet you'll learn soon."

Dylan saw what Max had left behind in Neville's hair. For a moment
he considered telling Neville. But then, with a smirk, he decided to let
his uptight little brother find out on his own, if he found out at all.

Max tucked his now flaccid penis back into his pants. "If I was really
daring and nasty I would've dropped my pants and let you see it all,"
he said, as if it made a difference. "And Dylan, the party is Saturday.
If your old lady don't let you go, think about sneaking over. We're all
gonna get drunk. I've never been drunk, but everybody says it's fun to
do." He laughed, zipped up. "You can try to come to the cake and ice
cream part of the party in the afternoon if your mom won't let you
spend the night. Even the little geek can come."

"His name is Neville," Dylan said before Neville could say anything.
Neville looked at Dylan, pleased that his new big brother had stood
up for him.

"Whatever, see you guys." Max waved and left the yard.

"That is one big schlong he's got," Dylan said.

"Schlong meaning his penis?" Neville asked.

"One and the same."

"He's really weird."

"Kind of. But he did teach me how to do a lot of sex things."

"Did you do everything he said he taught you with him?"

"Everything except swallow his cum and let him do my up the butt.
That sounds way too gross to do."

"When did you guys do it last?"

"Just before you moved in. That was the one time I went up his butt.
That was so wild. We were naked in my bedroom doing stuff a
second time when mom came home and we almost got caught. That
was mega-scary. Sometimes I think she figured out we were naked
together and that's why she doesn't like Max and won't let me do
much with him."

Dylan was surprised that Shelly let him go to Max's party, at least the
afternoon part. She said he would not be able to stay overnight at a
party with a bunch of boys she didn't know. For Shelly, letting Dylan
go to the afternoon session was part of her give an inch, but take a
mile strategy as far as Max was concerned.

"That boy is such a low-life," Reginald said when Shelly told him
Dylan was going to Max's birthday party. "His father is a truck driver,
for God's sake. Where do they get the money to live in this
neighborhood?" Their house was in a high income neighborhood of
north Seattle.

"Apparently Sally came from a lot of money and inherited a great
deal."

"Ah, so he's a gold digger. Very low class, indeed."

"I know he was not well accepted by Sally's family."

"Did Neville go to the party, too?"

"No, he apparently didn't think the boys were up to his standards,"
Shelly said without trying to sound sarcastic.

"Good boy—he obviously has high values. Now if only Dylan could
raise his own some."

Shelly glared at Reginald. She loved the man, but sometimes his
English upper crust outlook got tiresome.

Just after Max's birthday, school was out for the summer. Neville
knew he would be going to the Puget Academy, and wasn't real
pleased about it. None of his friends from Horace Mann would be
going there, including Justin. For the third time in two years he would
be going to a school where he didn't know anybody.

The summer seemed to go by quickly. Dylan was on a baseball team.
Reginald and Neville both learned about America's pastime while
watching Dylan's games. After the season the family went to
California where Neville and Dylan enjoyed their first visit to
Disneyland, plus a couple of other amusement parks. They spent
time on the beaches as well, enjoying themselves to the fullest.

Reginald was able to do some bonding with both boys during the trip.
More importantly, Dylan and Neville became closer as well, even to
the point of having a wanking session together in their hotel room
when their parents spent an evening out.

Neville turned ten on the trip and had a small party when the family
returned home—his birthday was on August 10.  He invited Justin
and two other friends, as well as Cody, whom Neville had gotten to
know very well. Dylan had suggested inviting Cody and was pleased
when Neville did so.  He also teased Neville some by suggesting he
invite Max.

"I would not invite Max to cross the street with me. He certainly will
not come here and taint my party with his presence." Dylan wasn't
sure exactly what Neville had said, but he did understand what
Neville meant.

Now that he was ten, Neville felt very grown up. While he'd reached
the age he thought made him an older boy, he also realized the fifth
graders would be the youngest boys at the Puget Academy.

Fifth grade orientation day came a couple of weeks after Neville's
birthday. "You don't need any orientation," Dylan said. "I told you
everything."

"I would like to meet my classmates."

"I know, I was just yanking your chain." Although, I would like to yank
something else on you, Dylan thought.  I wonder if he will ever let me
jerk him off.

Shelly took Neville to the Puget Academy for fifth grade orientation.
She went from there to work and would return to pick her step-son up
at the appointed time. There was no bus service for the orientation.

Neville stared at the big stone structure that was the main building of
the Academy. It was the first time he'd seen it since taking his
entrance exam. The castle-like structure reminded him of England,
and that helped to make him feel a little more at ease as he told
Shelly good-bye and exited the car.

When Neville entered the cafeteria, he was escorted to a table where
two boys, who were obviously twins, were sitting. Neville looked at
their stocky, athletic bodies, and decided the two of them probably
weren't very bright. He was certain he wouldn't like them.

A few minutes after Neville took his seat, a boy with light brown hair
sat next to three boys. He noticed one of the twins hold up two fingers
for his brother.  Neville thought this boy appeared athletic, but he also
looked very studious. He appeared extremely nervous, which is how
Neville felt. He wondered if the boy would be looking for a friend.

The next boy to sit at the table was even smaller than Neville was.
He, too, appeared nervous and frightened. He had very short cropped
hair and looked younger than the other boys at the table. The five
boys eyed each other, saying nothing. Neville hoped he had
something in common with at least one of them. It would be nice to
make a friend on the first day. He was certain the twins wouldn't be
one of his first friends, because he obviously had nothing in common
with them.

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