Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 23:06:27 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 49

Welcome back and thanks for returning. Spring break is over. It is now time
for the Posse to start bringing down their nemesis, Jeremiah.

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CHAPTER 49
SETTING THE TRAP

<Monday, April 8>

Spring break was over. For Patrick, as he stood naked in the kitchen
preparing his cereal and toast, the bad news was having to get up early,
and the good news was that the twins would be showing up any minute.
When he finished slicing a banana into his cereal, he buttered his toast and
added slathers of strawberry jam. He placed his breakfast on the kitchen
table next to his orange juice and was ready to eat.

Maxine wandered into the kitchen wearing a nightgown, bathrobe, and
bunny slippers. "If you keep making your own breakfast, I'm going to
become a useless old woman," she said.

Patrick jumped up and gave his great-grandmother a big hug. "You'll never
be useless, Grannana, because you're the best cook around."

Maxine held the boy close and smiled. "With you learning how to cook
dinner, I could end up losing that status as well."

"Nope, because you're my teacher and we all know teachers know
everything."

"You'll soon learn better," she observed, "but live with your innocence as
long as you can."

Patrick sat back down. "Whatever you say, Grannana."

The conversation ended when the door from the mudroom flew open. Mark
and Matthew entered amidst noise and chaos, the only kind of entrance
they knew.

"Grannana!" Mark yelled enthusiastically as he crossed the kitchen and
squeezed the old lady. "Hey, nice slippers—did you get them for Easter?"

Matthew hugged her next. "Slippers with ears. I wonder if they have ears
with slippers?"

"That is so stupid," Mark said. "You can't wear slippers on your ears."

"I bet you can if you're a rabbit." Matthew chuckled.

"Or maybe a Donkey," Patrick giggled.

"Hey, Grannana, what's a rabbit's favorite game?" Mark asked.

"I don't know," Maxine said, reveling in the energy the twins brought with
them.

"It's hopscotch." Mark and Matthew broke out in loud laughter while Patrick
tried hard not to spit out his mouthful of cereal. He succeeded, but his
suppressed laughter started up a coughing fit.

Not to be outdone, Matthew asked, "Where do rabbits work?"

"At the bunny farm," Maxine giggled.

"Not bad, Grannana, but they work at..."

"I know, they work at IHOP!" Patrick yelled, setting off another round of
laughter.

When order was finally restored, Patrick finished his breakfast, and the
three boys went to Patrick's room so he could dress. "I wish we could have
nudist day at school." Matthew remarked.

"Yeah," Mark agreed, "but I don't know if I'd go naked. I think I'd wear my
birthday suit."

"That is so stupid. If you wore your birthday suit you'd be naked."

"But I saw you trying not to laugh." Mark looked over at Patrick who was
putting on his necktie—it was formal uniform day at the Puget Academy.
"See, even Patrick wants to laugh."

As soon as Patrick was dressed the three boys went to the living room to
watch for the bus. The morning was chilly and drizzly or they would have
waited outside. Patrick took his jacket out of the closet, donned it, and then
gave his Grannana a good-bye hug. "I love you, Grannana."

"I love you, too, Paddy." Grannana was the only person who could still call
him Paddy. Patrick had barely broken the hug when the bus arrived at the
curb. The boys yelled their good-byes and zipped out the door, down the
sidewalk, and on to the bus.

"No more quiet time for you, Mrs. D, because we are back!" Matthew said
with a grin. Mrs. Deaver shook her head and greeted all three boys by
name.

After Will boarded the bus and sat next to Patrick, the boys started in with
non-stop chatter, telling about their vacation trips. The subject of their
sexual adventures was not brought up, but there was no doubt they would
be shared soon. Even the arrival of Jeremiah and Tony didn't put a damper
on their good moods.

Before they arrived at the Academy, the topic turned to baseball. The twins
and Will were turning out for the same team. It was the team that the twins
had joined the year before after they were kicked off their first team by
Jeremiah's father.

"Aren't you going to play baseball?" Mark asked Patrick.

"We start our turnouts next week," Patrick replied. "It's just a recreation
team, the kind with no cuts. It's not a big-time travel team like you guys
got."

"Nothing big time about us," Will said. He glanced over at Jeremiah who
was listening to his IPod on his ear buds. "Coach Hunt recruited all the
good players from our area." He was referring to Jeremiah's father.

"Well, he didn't get me and Mark," Matthew declared somewhat defiantly,
"and he didn't get Will, so there's three really good players."

"Yeah, so we're not going to suck with us on the team."

"Yes, you will," Patrick giggled, getting knowing smiles from his three
friends.

"Really, you should come to our practice tomorrow. We only have eleven
guys turning out. We need a couple more."

"I'm not that good," Patrick admitted.

"Whatever. You are a good soccer player, so you can play baseball,"
ignoring the fact that baseball was much more a game of hand-eye
coordination than soccer.

"I'll think about it."

"And me, Will, and Mark will help you think," Matthew said confidently.

Misha and Neville enjoyed each other's company as well. Misha told
Neville about his trip to California and how great it had been to have Patrick
with him. Neville surprised Misha by telling him about Ellis spending the
night at his house.

When the Posse took their seats together at school, they agreed to meet at
lunch. The election for sixth grade officers was less than two months away.
They felt that the meeting was necessary to finalize their plan to get Mark's
constitutional amendment through the full student council.  But they also
wanted to discuss how they were going to set the trap for Operation
Bullfrog.

They talked about inviting Will, who was one of their deputies. But he,
along with Ellis, was meeting with their table team, the Fantastic Five. The
Posse had not planned to invite Ellis to sit with them. Part of setting their
trap was to keep Jeremiah thinking that Ellis and the Posse members were
not friendly with one another. Theirs was a social gathering so they could
share their vacations.

Before they started, they looked around to see where Jeremiah and his
cronies were. They weren't surprised to see his group sitting together on
the other side of the lunchroom.

"They're planning something," Mark said.

"And whatever it is, it's not good," Matthew added.

"We're planning something, too," Patrick interjected.

"Yeah, but in our case, it's something good," Mark grinned.

The five Posse members talked about who would be buttonholing which
student council members about the amendment. Their task wouldn't be
easy, but they were determined to put the work in.

"I think other classes never got this idea passed because they didn't work
for the votes. All they did was think because they had a good idea
everybody would vote for it," Mark had told them just before spring break.

"We will work to get votes," Misha said. "It will happen." They discussed
their strategy a bit more. Patrick said he would tell Will what they decided
and Mark was going to discuss Paul's role with Paul.

They also decided that school wasn't a good place to discuss their plans.
As they'd already learned, there were way too many prying ears around the
lunchroom. "Let's meet this weekend," Neville suggested. "We can all ask
our parents so we can find out whose house we're going to."

"We cannot meet this weekend," Misha pointed out. "Will is having his
birthday party on Saturday, and we are all invited."

"Well, hell," Mark said. "How about the next weekend?" The boys agreed to
ask their parents if that weekend was open for their meeting, and if it was
okay for them to host it.

That ended the discussion on Operation Bulldog, at least for the moment.
Nobody was surprised when the twins brought up the subject of baseball.
"Hey, Misha," Mark said, "I heard that you've got an awesome arm."

Misha held up his right arm and stared at it. "It looks normal to me," he
replied.

"No, he means you can throw the ball hard," Matthew explained.

"Oh, yes. I learned to throw hard in Russia when I had to throw the rocks
on our practice pitch."

"So, how come you don't play baseball?"

"I have played. I will turn out on a parks team, soon."

Mark looked at Matthew. "Does he live in our district?"

"How do I know? All I know is that Patrick does," Matthew answered.

"He does not even live in the same city as you," Neville said.

"We don't live in any stupid city," Mark said. "We live out in the sticks."

"You should play for us," Matthew told Misha. "We could use you and your
awesome arm."

"Yeah, Patrick is going to play for us," Mark added.

"No, I said I would think about it," Patrick protested.

"I bet if Misha plays, you'll do more than think," Matthew said with a big
grin.

"What about you, Neville?" Misha asked. "Do you wish to play baseball?"

"Not really," Neville replied. "But thank you for asking. If you all play
together, I will try to watch some games."

The boys chatted a bit more. When Mark saw the Fantastic Five members
get up to leave their table he was struck by an idea. He caught Ellis's
attention and signaled him to join them.

"Hello, everybody," Ellis said. "Are you going to the play area?"

"We'll be there soon," Mark said. "Right now, I just want to be seen talking
to you."

"Why?"

"So Jeremiah, Alden, and their stupid friends see us talking."

Ellis gave Mark a look of confusion.

"They just might ask you why I was talking to you. If they do, tell them you
learned I made up my mind to run for sixth grade president and kick his
skinny ass and that we have a plan for beating him."

"Jeremiah is going to want to know what the plan is," Ellis quickly
responded.

"Tell him we aren't going to tell you because we know you'd tell him or
Alden."

"Yeah, and tell him we called you names for telling him things. Tell him we
plan on kicking your ass if we find out you're squealing to them again,"
Matthew advised.

"You're trying to get Ellis built up with Jeremiah again," Patrick observed.
"Good idea."

"Good ideas are the only kind of ideas I get," Mark said with a smile.

"You could have told us about it during our meeting," Neville chided.

"Yep, you're right. But, I just got the idea, like real suddenly. I'm sorry I
didn't ask you guys first...that was wrong of me." Then he grinned again
and said, "But, I still think it's a good idea."

"Nobody said it wasn't a good idea, but...," Neville started.

Mark interrupted him. "But, I think you all have to agree before Ellis talks to
them." They all liked Mark's idea and agreed that Ellis should tell Jeremiah
and his group about what Mark had said.

That night, Patrick talked to his father about baseball and what the twins
had proposed. Brian said that just because the twins said Patrick was
eligible didn't mean that he was, since the twins probably knew as little
about the subject as Patrick did. He asked Patrick if he wanted to play with
the twins if he was eligible for that team.

"Yes," he answered enthusiastically.

"It's a higher level of play than what you're used to."

"Soccer was high level."

"You're a much better soccer player than you are a baseball player."

"Then I better work hard to get better at baseball," Patrick said with
determination.

"I know somebody to call about eligibility," Brian said, "then we can go from
there." He called one of his Sounder fan friends, who was a coach in the
program the twins would be playing in. He discovered eligibility was based
on the player's home address or the school the player attended. While it all
sounded a bit convoluted, the coach said he was certain Patrick would be
eligible.

"Ask him about Misha," Patrick pleaded. Brian got the same answer—
Misha would be eligible based on his school. Patrick was excited. If they
could all play baseball together, the summer would be the best ever.

Patrick was ready to hop on the phone and give Misha the news, but his
father stopped him. "Let's not be jumping the gun," Brian said. "There are a
lot of logistics that need to be worked out first."

"Logistics?" Patrick asked.

"Logistics is how to handle the details. It would be the setting up of rides,
how to get you all to practices after school, who would bring you guys
home from practices, all of those kinds of things."

"Everybody figured that out for soccer."

"Yeah, but you guys weren't all on the same soccer team. Your soccer
team wasn't spread out across the county."

"Since we're smarter than all the guys in soccer, we'll figure it out," Patrick
said confidently.

That turned out not to be the case. Logistics did indeed get in the way. But
the dream of the Posse playing together didn't die. As far as the boys were
concerned, they would just need to plan better when soccer rolled around
so they could at least be on the same soccer team in the fall. The lesson
the boys had been learning more than once is that last minute ideas often
don't work, but thorough planning ahead of time did. Thorough planning
was the big reason the boys felt their trap for Jeremiah would work that
spring, just like thorough planning ahead of time would insure they would
be playing soccer together. They ended up being only partly right.

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

<Wednesday, April 10>

Paul placed a piece of red tape across the lock of the door. He and Tyler,
the student body president, closed the door behind them. They were now
safely alone in the eighth grade student government lounge. They had
passes allowing them to be out of class for the purpose of "discussing"
student government issues, namely the proposed amendment to give all
four grades equal representation in the student senate. Had anybody seen
Paul and Tyler go into the back room, the red tape on the door would have
left no doubt what form the "discussion" would take.

"I just want to remind you that I'm not gay," fourteen-year-old Tyler said as
he pulled off his Academy polo shirt.

"And I just want to remind you that I am," Paul replied as the thirteen-year-
old followed Tyler's lead. "It's not like you haven't fucked around with guys
before, so why the big deal about being gay?"

"Because none of the guys I messed around with were gay," Tyler said.

"Yeah, whatever." Paul wasn't sure about his friend Curt, who had told him
he'd messed around with Tyler. Paul had taken Curt's cherry just a couple
of weeks ago, and Curt was begging him for more after holding out for
almost two years. He knew that Tyler had sucked Gary's cock the year
before, and Gary had all but come out of the closet. But, he kept his mouth
shut. This little tryst wasn't about messing around, it was about giving Tyler
what he'd promised to give him—his ass in return for his help in pushing
the amendment through the student body council.

The two young teens had gotten naked in a hurry. There were no plans for
kissing or for any kind of foreplay. This was about Tyler fucking Paul. Paul
had already sucked Tyler's cock on Monday—that time they had been seen
going into the back lounge after placing the red tape over the lock.

This was the final part of Paul's payment. Tyler didn't care how the vote on
the amendment came out; he would be in high school next year. But, when
Paul made his offer in return for Tyler's support, the horny teen couldn't
turn it down.

Tyler sported a thick, uncut, five inch piece of teen meat with a thick patch
of pubic hair covering the base. His low hanging balls were still smooth,
however. The only hair on the rest of his body was a small patch of hair
under each of his underarms and a light bit of peach fuzz trailing from his
belly button straight down to his pubic region. His boner was leaking
precum in anticipation of the upcoming sex.

While Tyler had had some sex with boys every year from sixth grade on, he
hadn't fucked any of them. He had fucked two girls, both since he turned
fourteen. One was his sixteen-year-old cousin, who took his cherry when
he was twelve. They had done it three times since. The other was the
thirteen-year-old student body vice president at the Annie Fuller school; he
had taken her cherry, and had sex with her one other time when they
sneaked into a corridor and found an unlocked classroom at the Fuller
school during the Valentine's Day dance.

Paul was drooling in anticipation of receiving Tyler's big teen tool. It would
be the biggest cock to fuck him yet in his young life and he was more than
ready to let it hammer his ass, and Tyler was more than ready to hammer
his classmate. He lubed his cock and Paul's ass the way Paul had showed
him. Without any preliminaries he shoved his cock past the thirteen-year-
old's sphincter and went to work.

Paul was stooped over. He was holding on to the back of one of the
overstuffed chairs as Tyler stood over him. Tyler started humping Paul and
within minutes they had a good rhythm going.

"This isn't half bad," Tyler commented. "Tighter than my cousin, I'll say that
much."

"You fucked your cousin?" Paul asked somewhat incredulously.

"Yeah, she was my first, just like you're my first guy. Only in your case
you're my last guy, too."

"Whatever," Paul said again. He was willing to bet he wasn't going to be
Tyler's last piece of boy ass.

The talking was replaced by grunting and moaning until Tyler spoke again.
"Fucking your faggot ass is fucking hot, man. This is just fucking hot." He
was now hammering Paul hard, shoving his cock as far into Paul's rectum
as he could.

"Yeah, fuck my faggot ass," Paul said. "Your big cock feels so good inside
of me. Fuck me hard, Tyler, fuck me as hard as you ever fucked anything."

What the boys didn't know is that Mr. Vargas had come into the lounge to
check on things. When he saw the red tape over the lock of the eighth
grade room, he knew what was happening on the other side of the door.
Sex at the academy was common; after all these were horny, hormone-
driven teen boys. All of the teachers knew when to look the other way and
when not to.

Mr. Vargas knew that whatever was happening in the small lounge was
consensual. He quickly figured out who was involved and his eight-inch
cock was now rock hard. Paul didn't surprise him; the thirteen-year-old
made no secret of being gay. But Tyler, the school president, who let
everybody know what a ladies' man he was, did surprise him. Oh, well, any
ship in a storm, the teacher thought as he heard the boys pubescent voices
grunt in sexual ecstasy. While he wanted to listen to the act come to its
inevitable conclusion, he also didn't want to be seen eavesdropping on
student sex. He reluctantly left the lounge area and headed for the faculty
men's room to enjoy the body-shaking pleasure of taking care of some
urgent business.

If he had waited three more minutes he would have heard Paul let out an
involuntary moan as he shot his light teen crude over the back of the chair,
enjoying a no-touch cum. Tyler followed close behind, filling Paul's ass with
his thicker, more plentiful teen sperm, all but impregnating his classmate.
He held on to Paul's naked body for a minute as he worked to reorient
himself.

"That was better than getting blown by you," Tyler said as he pulled out. "I
came fucking hard."

"So did I," Paul said as he grabbed some paper towels to clean up the back
of the chair. He knew it wasn't the first time boy cum had been shot over
the lounge furniture. Paul knew he'd have to hit up the boys' room to push
out some of Tyler's goo. He had worn briefs to help sop up whatever
leaked out. As much as he wanted to tell Curt what he and Tyler had done,
he knew he'd promised to keep the fucking between him and Tyler a total
secret. Curt knew about the blow job, because they'd been seen going into
the lounge on Monday.

"Okay, I'll help you work on the eighth graders," Tyler promised as he
started dressing. Paul was disappointed to see Tyler's man-sized tool
disappear into his boxer-briefs.

"The eighth graders should go for it once you show them how it will help the
school," Paul said. "The fifth graders should go for it. The hard sell will be
the sixth and seventh graders—they won't want to give up their power."

"I've heard your Posse friends have been doing a lot of persuading, and I
don't mean the kind of persuading you did."

"Those guys can talk, especially Patrick and the twins. They have some
good arguments."

"Hey, we still have fifteen minutes," Tyler said, checking the time on his
phone.

"Yeah, so?"

"I'm boned up again."

"Drop your underpants."

As Tyler did so, Paul grabbed a paper towel. He wiped his remaining fluids
off of the fourteen-year-old's hard cock, then got down on his knees.
Nothing like a little bit of insurance, Paul thought, as he sucked the Puget
Academy student body president to his second orgasm of the class period.

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

<Saturday, April 13>

Will's birthday party was a big success. It was held at the local Roundtable
Pizza. Even though the boys at the party were not yet teens, they had a
seemingly insatiable appetite for pizza. As much as Will wanted to have a
big overnight party, it was not to be. His parents told him he needed
another year or two before he could have a big sleepover. Will disagreed,
but he ended up on the losing side of the disagreement.

Still, he had a great time at his party. All of the Posse attended, as did
everybody on Will's table team, The Fantastic Five. Some of Will's sports
friends attended as well as four girls. Two of the girls were neighbors, and
two were girls he'd met at the fifth grade parties with the Annie Fuller girls.
He had not only exchanged phone numbers, he'd kept in contact with them.

"That puts him ahead of us," Mark said to Matthew.

"Nobody's stopped you from talking to the Fuller girls," Matthew replied.

"I was waiting for them to call us."

"Yeah, so was I. It looks like that wasn't a good idea."

"Do you think they were waiting for us to call them?" Mark asked.

"I dunno. I mean we're so awesome they should have been calling us the
day they met us at the school party."

"Good point. It makes you wonder what their problem is."

Connie, one of the Fuller girls, came up to the twins. "Paige and Madison
really like you a lot," she said, skipping introductions. "They wonder why
you never call them."

"Then why don't they call us?" Mark asked.

"I thought Paige liked Patrick." Matthew said.

"She did like Patrick until she found out he was only nine," Connie told him.
"Now she likes you."

"That's pretty lame," Matthew said. "Patrick is cool." He pointed to the little
boy sitting with Misha, Neville, and Ellis. "She's gotta know he's cute."

"You think a boy is cute?" Connie asked.

"Well, yeah. If he's cute, he's cute, and Patrick is cute."

"You didn't answer my question," Connie said.

"What question?" Mark asked.

"About why you didn't call Paige and Madison."

"You never asked us. All you said is they were wondering why we never
called."

"Well, how come you never called then?"

"Because, we were waiting for them to call us," Mark answered.

Connie put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "How come boys
are all so dumb?"

"We're not dumb," Matthew argued. "We just know that if they want to talk
to us so bad, they can call us..."

"...or text us," Mark added.

"Yeah, or something."

Connie walked away in a huff. The twins sat down next to the other three
Posse members and Ellis. "Girls can be really stupid," Mark said to none of
the three in particular.

"That's what I think, too," Patrick said without hesitation.

"I think you should give them a chance," Neville said as a sudden memory
of Kathy, the babysitter, zapped through his brain.

"You like girls?" Ellis asked, somewhat shocked.

"Well, yes I do."

"But..."

"I like you, too, Ellis," Neville said sincerely, wondering what his friend's
hang-up was.

Ellis smiled and then changed the topic.

"I'm glad Will invited me to the party," Ellis said happily.

"Why wouldn't he invite you?" Patrick asked.

"Because of Operation Bullfrog. Jeremiah and Alden don't want me to like
you guys."

"You are supposed to be with us," Neville said. "That way you can be a spy
for them."

"I guess," Ellis said doubtfully. "I just don't want to mess things up."

"Don't worry," Mark advised. "After our meeting next weekend, things are
going to start happening really fast." The boys were all becoming impatient.
They wanted Operation Bullfrog to start to unfold. They were tired of
Jeremiah already trying to win votes by being nice to everybody and
making promises for sixth grade.

"He can be as nice as he wants and can promise whatever he wants," Mark
said. "But it's the Posse that's going to make things happen real soon."

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

The next week at school was a good one for the Posse. On Tuesday the
student council voted 5-0 to approve of the amendment. Tyler had fulfilled
his promise to Paul. On Wednesday, the eighth grade council voted 3-2 to
approve, one of the rare moments that council had any kind of clout.

The Posse, with the help of the F-Five worked to persuade the sixth grade
council to approve of the amendment. If the sixth graders approved, they
wouldn't have to worry about what the seventh graders did. Nevertheless,
with the help of Paul, Tyler, Curt, and some other eighth graders, they
busily campaigned for Mark's amendment.

The seventh graders in particular saw the fifth graders as irritating pests.
But, they couldn't deny the fact that both eighth grade councils had
approved the amendment. Nor could they deny the argument that even if
the lower grades ended up with a bigger voice in the student senate, they
would still have the voting power of two councils the next year: the eighth
grade council and the student council. The Posse members thought the
eighth graders having two councils was a stupid idea, but they knew better
than to tackle that issue. It was equality in the student senate that they
were after.

On Thursday, the sixth grade council voted 3-2 to approve the amendment.
The Posse celebrated that afternoon as soon as they heard the outcome.
They didn't need the seventh graders to approve. The amendment would
now go to the student senate for the final vote.

Mr. Jackson told the class the outcome of the vote. "Good job guys,
especially the Posse and the Fantastic Five. I didn't think you had a chance
to get the amendment to the senate, but you guys worked your
ass...um...worked your..."

"Worked our asses off," Mark said with a wide grin, setting the entire class
into loud laughter. Mr. Jackson tried unsuccessfully to suppress his own
laughter.

<Saturday, April 20>

On Saturday, the Posse, along with Will, Paul, Curt, Ellis, Vic, and Hank
from the Jumping Kangaroos, met at the twins' house to discuss final
strategy. Vic and Hank had been tireless in their efforts to get the
amendment passed. The Posse invited them to their meeting, although
they had not been deputized.

While the twins lived the furthest out, they had the most room and could
easily accommodate eleven preteen boys. Vic and Hank were sworn to
secrecy and the last phase of Operation Bullfrog was laid out while the
boys scarfed down barbequed hamburgers, fries, baked beans, and apple
pie and ice cream. Kristy realized too late that the baked beans might have
been a mistake—she wasn't experienced with tween boys and their
fascination with passing gas.

But, the real fun wouldn't really begin until they'd finished with their plans.
The fun would begin at the next meeting of the fifth grade council. Ellis was
going to bring up an issue regarding the power of the president. Jeremiah
had appointed his own friends to plan the Valentine's Day Party, and the
Posse wanted to emphasize that the president had to appoint members of
the fifth grade council and fifth grade senate before he could look
elsewhere. Jeremiah and Alden had ignored the wording and it was now
time to call them on it.

It was important for Ellis to bring the matter up. It was time for him to stand
up to Jeremiah and Alden. They needed to be pushed to the point where
Jeremiah would follow through on showing the compromising picture of
Ellis. It was time to set the trap so that it would be impossible for Jeremiah
to be elected sixth grade president. Operation Bullfrog was ready to
commence in full.

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