Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 22:01:09 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 51

Welcome back. Politics dominates the life of the Posse at school, but takes
a backseat when Patrick surprises his friends with his daring birthday
dance.

The usual disclaimers apply. Please give to Nifty.

Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com



CHAPTER 51
LEARNING CURVES

<Thursday, May 2>

It turned out that passing the amendment wasn't a big deal as far as most
of the students of the Puget Academy were concerned. They didn't see
how the number of senators each grade had in the student senate
impacted their lives. The majority of students were happy to leave the
school politics to the school politicians.

Mr. Jackson's class was more interested than most of the other classes
because they had witnessed the hard work and dealings of the Posse. But
even with their greater level of interest, many in the class appeared bored
when Vic, who was one of the room's two senators, gave his report on the
school senate meeting, and the passage of the amendment in particular. A
couple of students, Will being one of them, asked questions, which were
fielded by Mark, who had proposed the amendment. While Mark had
become a bit of a celebrity among the faculty and the pupils involved in
student government, to his classmates he was simply Mark. Most would
have been much more impressed with his making a big play in sports than
in his accomplishment of the day before.

That night at dinner Mark and Matthew complained about the attitude they
saw at school that day.

"They don't seem to care how important that amendment was," Mark
groused.

"Yeah." Matthew agreed. "Now all of the classes have equal votes in the
senate next year. Well, the fifth graders will when they can finally vote."

"That will need to be changed next year," Mark said. "The fifth graders
should be able to start their council earlier and vote earlier."

"Why don't you just rewrite the constitution?" Scott asked. "The current
edition seems to be clumsy and hard to understand, not to mention lacking
in fairness."

Mark and Matthew looked at each other and grinned. "I don't know if it can
be done," Mark said.

"You read the constitution," Scott said, "so you must have seen a provision
somewhere to change it."

"I don't know. It's pretty long and complicated and I didn't read it all totally
carefully."

"Me either," Matthew said. But the twins planned to find out—their father
had put the seed of an idea into their heads.

"Yeah, but in the end, nobody is going to care. Nobody cared about the
amendment," Mark said.

"It sounds like your school is just like adult life," Scott told them. "There are
the movers and the shakers, and there are those who get moved and
shaken. You guys are movers and shakers. Just do what you need to do
and things will fall into place and work out."

"Still, it's really frustrating," Mark said.

"This is really getting boring," Megan said. "Mom, tell them to quit talking
about politics in their school. It's dumb and boring."

"See what I mean?" Mark asked.

"I think this is all very interesting," Kristy said, "and your brothers are
learning a lot."

"Well, we're not learning anything," Michelle said haughtily. "It's our turn for
us to talk about what we want to talk about."

"All you want to talk about is your boyfriends," Matthew said.

"Well, they are important to us. And besides, that is NOT all that we talk
about."

"That's what it sounds like to us."

"Children, let's calm down and enjoy dinner," Kristy said. "It's been a very
nice dinner so far."

"We'll do it if you don't have to hear about the stupid boys they run around
with," Mark said.

"Boys, that is enough," Scott admonished.

The bickering stopped, with dinner and dessert being finished in relative
quiet.

That night, after finishing their homework and watching some TV, Mark and
Matthew retired to their room and stripped for bed. "Are we sleeping
together tonight?" Matthew asked.

"When don't we?" Mark asked. On average the twins slept together four
nights a week. Some nights they were so tired they just wanted to crash.
On some nights they just weren't in the mood—when they slept together
they almost always had sex and neither one wanted to admit that there
were times they weren't horny and didn't want to sleep with each other, so
in their minds they shared a bed every night. On rare occasions one of
them just didn't feel well. Otherwise they both could be found together in
one bed or another.

"Usually when you act like a dork," Matthew answered.

"Fuck you, dude. I might just sleep by myself, tonight." And then there were
the nights they were in bitchy moods.

"I was just joking."

"Me, too, because I'm so horny just jerking off won't do it. The last two days
were totally awesome." The two boys had been so tired the night before
that, while they slept together, they fell asleep before they could get any
kind of action started. "My bed or yours?" Mark asked.

Matthew thought a moment, then said, "Mine. You haven't changed sheets
since we did it there and I don't want to sleep in your pecker tracks."

"You're going to sleep in somebody's pecker tracks when we're done."

"At least they'll be fresh."

"Sleeping in old pecker tracks has never bugged you before."

Matthew stood in the center of the room with his hands on his bare hips, his
pecker poking over three inches into the air. "Just shut up and get in my
bed."

"Fuck, dude, shut up is what you always say when I show that you're
wrong. I guess it beats admitting you don't know shit."

"Do you want to do this or shall we just have a fight?" The brothers were
almost burning from the testosterone flowing through their veins. Puberty
was encroaching and it sometimes took them over. They needed to blow
out the fires inside of them, and either fighting or sex would do it.

Mark's answer to his brother's question was to jump on him and push him
onto the bed, locking his lips to Matthew's and grinding his bare cock into
his brother's groin.

Matthew wrapped his arms and legs around Mark and sucked on the
tongue that had made its way into his mouth. Their tongues battled, their
cocks battled, they rolled on the bed, with Mark continually ending on top
as their cocks pushed and ground into each other. They slid off of
Matthew's bed with a thud, the blankets and sheets following them to the
floor. They couldn't let go of each other, they couldn't stop grinding, kissing,
moaning, groaning, and uttering incomprehensible sounds. Even Scott
knocking on the door telling them to quit wrestling and go to bed didn't stop
them. They knew if their father opened the door he'd see them having wild
sex, and while they cared, there was nothing they could do about it—they
were in the grips of their horniness.

Scott walked away, imagining his sons clad in their underwear, wrestling to
show who was the toughest, just like he did with his older brother when he
was boy. He never thought that on the other side of the door his eleven-
year-old sons were naked, their bodies wet with sweat, their mouths and
faces dripping with saliva, the older twin sucking on the neck of his younger
twin while he dry humped his torso. For the twins it was a good thing their
parents respected their privacy and didn't open the door without
permission.

The brothers kissed, and licked, and bit, and wrestled. Their sex had never
gone to this level; they had never been this driven by their libidos, by their
surging hormones. At times they weren't sure if they were wrestling or
making love, nor did they care. The twins loved each other deeply and so
what they were doing was making love. Yet, they were also rivals, and what
was happening on the floor was also a battle for domination.

Mark was once again on top of his brother, his cock between Matthew's
smooth, damp thighs, his belly rubbing against his brother's rock hard
pubescent cock, his mouth locked with Matthew's as they battled and made
love.

Matthew's hands were kneading Mark's athletic ass, his fingers going in
and out of the crack, until finally they stayed and his index finger rubbed the
opening and slid inside the wet, slippery hole. Mark let out a low moan that
both boys hoped wouldn't carry downstairs where their parents could hear
it. Matthew fought to keep his finger inside of his twin as the intercrural sex
had Mark's white ass bouncing, and his own ass rising off of the floor in
rhythm to his brother's actions.

The sensation of Matthew's smooth thighs, pushing tightly against Mark's
cock was overwhelming. The feel of his brother's finger in his ass sent a
thought through Mark's brain of how it would feel to have his cock in
Matthew's ass; that thought brought him to the brink.

Mark raised his mouth off of Matthew's, stifled a scream, and let out a
guttural "fuuuuuuuuuuuuck" as he shot his clear boy cum onto his brother's
thighs and the floor. Matthew rolled Mark on his side and humped his
sweaty, hard belly, shooting his own boy cum on his twin.

The two boys lay side-by-side, exhausted and out of breath. They'd had
countless sexual sessions together, but nothing matched the intensity of
what had just happened.

"Fuck, what was that all about?" Mark asked as his breath came back and
his conscious mind took control.

"I don't know, but it was fucking awesome," Matthew answered as he finally
pulled his finger out of Mark's ass with an audible pop. "I hope it happens
again."

"But not every time, or it will kill us. It was almost like me and you were in a
fight, and I got the bruises to prove it."

The boys stood up, looking at the mess of bedding on the floor. "I guess we
sleep in your old pecker tracks," Matthew told Mark, "cuz I sure ain't making
my bed tonight." He kneeled over his supine brother and licked his clear
cum off of Mark's belly. "Just so you don't mess up the sheets more."

After peeing the twins lay together in Mark's bed.

"I love you, Mattie," Mark said. "You're the best twin brother a kid can ever
have."

"I love you, too." They exchanged a quick, but loving kiss.

"I wonder if our sisters give their boyfriends blowjobs," Mark said.

"What brought that up?"

"Because we were talking about their boyfriends at dinner. And they sure
won't give us one."

"They should, just because we're awesome brothers," Matthew said.

"I wonder if Cindy and Stacy are still sucking boys," Mark said. While the
brothers had seen the two girls since their sexual escapade with them a
couple of years ago, even being at their house a couple of times for parties,
they had made out only three more times—not that the boys hadn't hinted
at doing more.

"You know Stacy does it with her brother still. I wonder if they fuck each
other?"

"Mattie," Mark whispered.

"Yeah?"

"When I was doing you between your legs and you were fucking my butt
with your stinky finger, I had a weird thought."

"What?" Matthew's heart started thumping because he had a good idea of
what his brother's weird thought was about.

"I wanted to stick my dick in your butt."

"You wanted to fuck me?'

"Yeah."

Matthew wrapped his arm around his brother's naked torso. "I bet we do it
soon," he said quietly.

"Serious?"

Matthew gave Mark another quick kiss on the lips. "Serious." That ended
the talk for the night as the two drained twins fell into a deep sleep.

<Friday, May 3>

Patrick's birthday was going to have three parts. Tomorrow would be the
party at Montezuma's Restaurant. Wednesday, his real birthday, would be
a family dinner at The Chowder House. As far as Patrick was concerned,
the high point would be part one, which would be starting right after school.
Misha would be getting on his bus to come home with him to spend the
night. Patrick was so excited all day he could barely pay attention in class.

The Posse sat together at lunch, along with Ellis and Will. They were
squeezed for space, but none of them cared—it just made it easier to grab
some of somebody else's lunch.

"So, are you guys going to sleep together in the same bed?" Matthew
asked Misha and Patrick.

"Jeez, Matthew," Mark said, "you are getting really nosy."

"It's not like we haven't been asking things like this before," Matthew said.

"If they were in the same bed, I would think they would be sleeping
together," Neville observed. "I believe that is called a...a...redundancy."

"It is more like a tautology," Patrick said, "which is an unnecessary
redundancy."

Neville glared at Patrick. He hated being one-upped by the younger boy. It
was bad enough that Patrick kept beating him out for solo parts and kept
getting higher grades.

"It is something like saying ATM machine," Misha said.

"You guys are all way too smart," Will said.

"You're smart, too," Mark told him, "or you wouldn't be going to this school."

"I don't know about that," Matthew said. "I mean, Jeremiah goes to school
here."

"Well, Matthew is still pretty nosy," Mark said. Then he grinned at Patrick
and Misha and asked his own question. "Are you guys gonna sleep
naked?"

"That is just rude," Matthew said.

"Me and Mattie sleep naked together every night," Mark said. "I mean you
knew that, but we just want you all to know these things are all just
between Posse members...and deputies."

"You two are always thinking about sex things," Neville said.

"Don't tell me you never think about sex," Matthew said.

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "I mean, you and Ellis are spending the night
together, too. Maybe we should ask you the same questions."

"I would say it is none of your business where we sleep."

"Well, all of this reminds me, Mattie and I are going to have a big sleepover
and swimming party before school is out. You're all invited."

"When is it?" Will asked.

"Sometime in June. We're still figuring it out with the rents."

Everybody said they were interested, including Neville, especially after
seeing how enthusiastic Ellis was about the idea. The twins said that they
were just inviting the Posse and deputies, which included Paul, plus their
friend Peter. "That would make nine of us in all if everybody can make it."

"Is that called an orgy?" Neville asked.

"Dang, Neville, you talk about us having dirty minds," Mark said.

The laughter broke up the table as they bussed their trays and headed out
to the playground and the sunny afternoon. Ellis was stopped by Alden
before he could join his friends.

"I saw you sitting with the Posse," Alden said.

"So? It's not like I was hiding...it was hard not to see."

"Just remember who has the picture."

Ellis was shaking. He was trying not to clam up and say nothing, which was
his usual reaction when he was nervous. He wanted to look confident in
front of Alden, to help him be confident when he sprang the trap on
Jeremiah.

"I remember," he said. "You never let me forget. I was trying to spy for you
guys."

"What did you learn?"

"Nothing big. Misha is spending the night with Patrick. Tomorrow is
Patrick's birthday party. The twins are going to have a party for the Posse.
Nothing big." He didn't mention that he was spending the night with a
Posse member.

"Are you going to the birthday party?" Alden asked. Ellis nodded. "Good.
Tell those Posse fools not to run for office. Jeremiah and me got it all
covered." He turned and walked away. Ellis ran to be with his friends,
knowing in his heart that Alden and Jeremiah had nothing covered.

After school was out, Patrick and Misha almost danced onto the school
bus. Misha showed his pass to ride Bus 2 to Mrs. Deaver.

"This is my best-friend friend, Misha," Patrick said, excitedly. "He's
spending the night with me," as if Misha's overnight bag didn't already tell
her.

"Pleased to meet you, Misha. I've seen you around the school and I'll let
you in on a secret." Misha looked wide-eyed at the bus driver and
classroom assistant as she went on. "Anybody who is the best-friend of
young Master Patrick has to be very special, and from what I've seen I
would say you fit into the very special mold."

Misha blushed from the compliment. Mrs. Deaver's duties during the day
had her working in the school office as well as assisting in the eighth grade
classrooms. She occasionally helped in the lunchroom as well. She also
enjoyed attending student council meetings when she could.

"Tomorrow is Patrick's birthday party," Misha announced.

"And it looks like you're arriving early," she told Misha. "Happy tenth, young
man," she told Patrick. "You are growing up right under my eyes." Mrs.
Deaver took pride in keeping track of her charges and knew that Patrick
was the youngest boy in the school.

"Thank you, Mrs. D," Patrick said as two eighth graders boarded the bus
behind Misha and him. The two fifth graders hustled to a seat.

"You'll need to triple up until the first stop if we have a full bus," Mrs.
Deaver announced over her shoulder.

When the twins boarded, Mark sat in the seat behind Patrick and Misha
while Matthew squeezed in next to them. Will followed the twins and sat
next to Mark.

"We're bigger than you guys, or we'd all three sit together," Mark said. "But
we take up more room."

Jeremiah and Tony boarded the bus and sat across the aisle from Mark
and Will. "Hey, Tony, look at those three guys over there in the same seat,
sitting all close together like they're boyfriends or something."

Mark was about to tell Jeremiah to stuff it, but Mrs. Deaver beat him to the
punch. "Jeremiah, it would behoove you to be civilized," she said.

"Behoove?" he asked nobody in particular. "What kind of word is behoove?"

"Jeremiah!"

"You weren't supposed to hear that," he whined. The Posse boys worked
unsuccessfully to stifle their giggles.

Even before the bus pulled away from the school, Garrett, an eighth grader,
and Steve, a seventh grader, sat in back, unzipping and unbuckling their
pants. "Are you sure you really want to do this?" Garrett asked nervously.
"We might not even have enough time."

"I'm totally horny," Steve said as he pulled out his four-and-a-quarter inch
teen cock. "We're two of the last ones to get off the bus. We have all kinds
of time."

"We'll get caught."

"No we won't. I did it with Nolan a couple of weeks ago and we weren't
caught. You know that, cuz you were on the bus, too."

The spring tradition of seventh and eighth graders jerking off in the back of
the bus hadn't fully taken hold on Bus 2, but the sap was flowing, and the
pubescent twelve to fourteen-year-olds who sat in the back of the buses
had made jerking off in the spring an unspoken tradition.

"You said you were going to do it," Steve said.

"Whatever." Garrett finally pulled his four incher out of the opening of his
boxer briefs. Steve had just turned thirteen—Garrett would be fourteen in a
couple of months.

"I'll join you," Nolan, who was also fourteen, said.

"Totally cool," Steve grinned and he checked out the boy sitting at the other
end of the bench seat at the back of the bus. The three young teens started
to intently beat their rock hard boners, confident that nobody would dime
them out.

Some of the younger boys sitting toward the front of the bus caught
glimpses of the three in the back seat and suspected what was going on.
Jeremiah, for one, could see the look of sensuous intensity on the faces of
Steve, Garrett and Nolan.

"They're jerking off back there," Jeremiah told Tony.

"So?"

"So, it's wrong. If I told Mrs. Deaver, I bet it would earn me lots of bonus
points at school."

"Yeah, and then it would get you killed by half the eighth graders."

Jeremiah acknowledged Tony's point, but wished there was a way he could
take advantage of the situation. He needed some good points with Dean
Cutler before the election. His behavior in class wasn't always as good as
expected by his teachers.

He turned around to look to the back again, his own cocklet hard and
throbbing in his pants. "What are you looking at, punk?" Garrett growled.
"Turn around and mind your own business."

Mrs. Deaver laughed to herself. She knew it was the season for randy
teens, and as long as nobody complained she ignored the goings on at the
back of the bus and let the boys police themselves.

"My brother did that on this very bus last year and in seventh grade," Will
told Matthew. "He says some of his cum is probably dried out on the floor."
The unwritten rules said it was okay for eighth graders to blatantly pull out
their cocks and masturbate in the back seat and for seventh graders to
masturbate only if eighth graders were doing it. That rule would be in effect
until the eighth grade class left for its spring trip—then the seventh graders
could take the initiative in the back seats. The fifth and sixth graders were
expected to leave their hard little cocklets alone, just like the older boys had
done at their age—or so they claimed.

Steve shot his wad as the bus left its first stop, getting his teen cum over
the back of the seat in front of him, on the floor, and on his boxer briefs.
Tradition said cum on the seats needed to be wiped off, but what was on
the floor stayed on the floor. The drivers cleaned the buses after running
their route, and made sure word got to anyone who left a seat dirty. They
generally mopped the floor, so mopping up the teen leavings wasn't any
extra work.

Nolan shot his wad a few minutes after Steve, but Garrett had problems
keeping his cock hard, and eventually put it back into his pants without
having an orgasm.

"Fuck, Garrett, are you wussing out, or what?" Steve asked.

"Sorry, I just can't get in the mood," Garrett replied. "Doing it with
everybody watching makes me too nervous. I thought I could do it."

"It's cool," Steve said, although as far as he was concerned it really wasn't.
This was a tradition after all. But, Steve was a decent boy and tried not to
let Garrett feel too bad. He did let Garrett know that more would be
expected from him. "Next time, it will work," he said.

When Garrett got off at his stop, none of the fifth graders knew of his
failure. They looked at him with awe, wondering if they would be able to do
what he had done when they were seventh or eighth graders.

Will's stop was next. "I got a boner," he let them all know before the bus
arrived at his stop. "I can't believe my brother was just like those guys in
the back. I can't wait to ask him about it."

"Are you going to mess around with him?" Patrick asked.

"Are you going to mess around with Misha?" Will retorted. They both
grinned knowingly as the bus pulled up in front of Will's house—they knew
what the answers were, as did the twins.

When the bus pulled up to Patrick's house Mrs. Deaver wished the four
boys getting off a good weekend. "Have a great birthday party, Patrick, and
you and your best friend be good tonight."

Patrick thanked her and the four boys rushed into Patrick's house. Maxine
greeted them and braced herself for quick, hard hugs from Patrick and the
twins. Misha stood off to the side until Maxine pulled the boy in and gave
him a hug of his own. "I'm happy to have you here, Misha," she told the
often shy boy.

"What's for dinner, Grannana?" Mark asked.

"You boys are not staying for dinner," Maxine told them.

"We know, but we want to make sure our friends are getting fed right,"
Matthew said.

"Pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans, tossed salad, and peach
cobbler for dessert. Happy?"

"Yep. You're taking good care of our friends. I hope our dinner is half as
good."

The boys headed for Patrick's room where he and Misha changed out of
their uniforms. When they were stripped down to their underpants they took
a moment to check each other out, which was not lost on the twins.

"You guys look good in your tighty whities," Mark said. "You don't need to
wear more. You could even wear less."

"Yeah, Grannana knows what naked boys look like," Matthew said, thinking
about the time he streaked past Maxine and got broomed.

Mark started to unbuckle his belt. "Those eighth graders in the back of the
bus got me all horny. Do you guys mind if maybe we...um...you know, take
care of business?"

Before Misha and Patrick could reply they heard Maxine yell that the twins'
father had arrived.

"Fuck," Mark said as he rebuckled his belt, "I forgot he wasn't working
today."

"Damn," Matthew said, "and I was ready to really mess around big time I
was so horny." The twins were in the early throws of puberty and not at all
ashamed of their sexual thoughts.

"Yeah, it would have been fun. Remember, you guys are coming over next
weekend to watch Matthew streak to the road." He didn't fail to notice that
both Misha and Patrick had distinctive tents in their briefs.

"You guys have fun," Matthew told them. "We plan on showing Peter some
new stuff when he stays over. I hope you do as much as we do." While he
didn't specify he was talking about sex, there was no question that sex was
his topic.

"Yeah, see you at the party tomorrow," Mark said.

Matthew and Mark grabbed their backpacks and headed to the front of the
house, with their two friends right behind them. Scott was waiting at the
front door and didn't fail to notice the state of undress of their two friends.
He wondered if anybody remained dressed around his boys, especially
considering they had difficulty keeping their own clothes on; in fact he was
surprised they were fully dressed. The twins hugged Maxine and charged
past their father and out the door.

Maxine looked at Patrick and Misha. "How about you boys finish getting
dressed."

"We are finished, Grannana," Patrick grinned.

"I would call what you're wearing your `after dinner in the bedroom' clothes.
I expect more when you sit at the table for dinner. We don't want to give
Misha the wrong impression now do we?"

"But, Grannana, being in our underwear gives the right impression."

"Do I need to get the broom?" Maxine was not one for debate with Patrick
or any other children.

"No, ma'am." Patrick saw the twinkle in his great-grandmother's eyes and
knew he wasn't in trouble. The way he read her was she would loosen up
the dress code in the future.

The boys dressed into shorts and t-shirts and went out into the backyard to
play catch.

"I hope next year we can all play on the same baseball team," Patrick said.

"I hope that in the fall we can all play on the same soccer team," Misha
said. "And I said soccer, not football. I am learning to be an American."

"You don't need to learn how," Patrick said. "I think you already are one."

The boys had an enjoyable evening with Maxine and Brian. They played
Risk in the living room after dinner. While Misha's strategies gave him an
advantage for much of the game, the dice had their own ideas, and Patrick
ended up conquering his father's holdings in the Americas before defeating
Misha to rule the world.

After dinner they stripped down to only their briefs, t-shirts, and socks.
Maxine said nothing; her point had been about dinner time dress. She was
happy they kept their t-shirts on. Brian, on the other hand, wished they'd
take their shirts off and give him a better view of their smooth, slim,
prepubescent bodies. He did enjoy every glimpse he got of their briefs,
however.

When Patrick and Misha settled into Patrick's bed, they were naked. They
had made no plans to be naked and hadn't talked about being naked.
Being naked together in bed was simply a given.

"Would you do what those guys in the back seat did when you're in seventh
or eighth grade?" Misha asked.

"No way, Jose." Patrick wasn't ready to tell Misha he'd already been
sexually naughty on the bus.

"I think I might," Misha said. "If somebody else did it with me. I wouldn't do
it alone."

"Then maybe I'd do it with you." Patrick told him.

Misha smiled and started to lightly rub Patrick's belly. "I wish we could do it
together anytime we wanted to."

"What do you think Matthew meant when he said he wanted to mess
around big time?" Patrick asked, although he knew exactly what they
meant.

"I am not sure," Misha replied, although he was certain they meant doing
oral sex. He doubted they meant more than that. From what he'd observed,
American boys were not into anal sex, something he would learn was not
true.

"I think they were talking about blow jobs," Patrick said.

"Your hand feels good on me." Patrick wanted badly to put Misha's cock in
his mouth. The desk light was still on and the boys hadn't covered their
nude bodies and were able to admire each other's hard little boners. "You
can touch me if you want."

Misha turned on his left side and placed his lips on Patrick's. Patrick
thought he would melt from the heat coursing through his body. The feel of
Misha's hand on his belly and of Misha's lips on his mouth sent sensations
through him that were overwhelming. Patrick opened his mouth slightly at
the same time Misha's right hand enveloped his rigid cock. He shivered
with pleasure as Misha took advantage of the opening and snaked his
tongue into Patrick's moist mouth.

Patrick turned onto his right side and ratcheted the force of their kiss up a
notch. Misha dropped his hand from Patrick's cock and pushed his own
turgid member against that of his friend. The boys started to rock and hump
as they kissed and rubbed each other.

Misha loved the feel of Patrick's skin, the smell of his breath, the beauty of
his brown eyes, the timbre of his voice, the sweetness of his personality.
He thought about Nikki, and realized that as much as he and the older boy
liked each other, maybe even loved each other, in the end their relationship
had been a sexual one more than a personal one.

Right now Misha was thoroughly enjoying what he and Patrick were doing
together, but if he and Patrick did nothing sexual, Patrick would still be his
best friend. Misha was beginning to understand that Nikki had been the bed
master and Misha was his bed boy. Even though he was just over a year
older than Patrick, Misha knew he wasn't Patrick's master—they were each
other's best friends, and that was what really counted.

"Get on top of me," Patrick whispered. "Hump me."

The boys rolled on the bed so that Misha was on top. He could feel
Patrick's hard cock as he squeezed it between the two of them. He licked
Patrick's neck as he humped his best friend. He wanted to suck Patrick, but
this was feeling so good he just kept humping.

Patrick was still a few days short of being ten years old, and this wasn't the
orphanage. As much as Misha wanted to step things up, he didn't want to
be like a bed master and have Patrick do things he didn't want to do.

That was the last rational thought Misha had for the next couple of minutes.
He showered Patrick with his kisses, ground his cock into Patrick's belly
and against his cock. He rolled his friend so they were side-by-side and the
two kissed and humped each other. Misha's left hand wandered to Patrick's
little white ass cheeks and he slowly massaged them.

Patrick wished Misha's cock was in his mouth. He wanted to suck his best
friend. They'd done it before and it was time to do it again.

The two young lovers didn't need to say a word. Misha's cock was in
Patrick's mouth, seemingly without him even thinking about it. Patrick loved
the taste of his friend's boy tool. He loved the feel of his foreskin. He loved
everything about what he was doing. Misha had the best cock in the world
for no reason other than it was Misha's.

But, he wanted to hump and hug and feel Misha all around him even more
than he wanted to suck him. He reluctantly dropped Misha's hard little pole
from his mouth and wrapped himself around his boyfriend. They kissed and
let their cocks glide together, their bodies sweaty and sticky as their smooth
skin touched in so many places.

"I'm getting the feeling," Patrick squealed.

"Me, too," Misha panted.

Misha's body froze, and then he shoved his cock hard into Patrick's gut and
grunted out little high pitched peeps. The extra push against his cock
caused Patrick to issue a long, shrill moan, and the two prepubescent boys
grabbed each other tightly as they enjoyed a mutual orgasm.

They didn't need to talk after they climaxed. Because of their youth, some
things were still beyond them. But sensing how their partner felt was not
beyond them. Patrick pulled the covers over them, wondering when Misha
would be able to shoot his seed on him—or even into his mouth. He turned
off the light, received a brief kiss on his lips, snuggled against his best
friend, and the two naked boys quickly fell into deep sleeps.

Brian had worn boxers to bed, remembering Misha's coming to him for
comfort the last time he'd spent the night. But they ended up not being
necessary. Misha had come to Brian that night because he felt the urgent
need for the comfort of an adult. On this night, he felt all of the love he
needed in the arms of his best friend.

<Saturday, May 4>

While Patrick's birthday party was on Saturday, his actual birthday wasn't
until Wednesday. The invitation to his party stipulated no gifts, but Patrick
knew he'd get plenty of birthday presents from his family on Wednesday;
he just didn't know what.

The party was scheduled for one in the afternoon at Montezuma's Mexican
Restaurant. Misha and Patrick slept in until ten, ate a quick breakfast,
wearing t-shirt and underpants (they weren't ready to push Maxine too far),
jerked each other off on Patrick's bed, and showered together. After their
mutual masturbation session, their boners didn't go away, and the boys
gave them a lot of attention in the shower. They finally dressed and played
video games on the big TV in the living room.

Mark called Patrick asking a favor. "We had a surprise overnight guest."
Mark told him.

"What happened? Did some homeless kid show up at your door or
something?" Patrick asked with just a tinge of sarcasm. His year with the
Posse was teaching him the art, along with listening to his father who was a
master of the sarcastic remark.

"No. When our dad got us home from your house, our mom said that an old
friend of ours would be spending the night because of a family emergency.
Me and Matthew haven't seen him for a while, but my mom and his mom
have kinda become friends."

"So, what's the favor you need?"

"Turns out he's staying tonight, too, and..."

"Sure he can come to the party," Patrick said, anticipating Mark's question.

"You rock, Wombat. No way a guy could have a better friend than you."
Patrick beamed at the compliment. He loved and respected the twins.

"What's his name?" Patrick asked.

"Clayton. He's the guy that got kicked off of Jeremiah's team with me and
Mattie."

"He and Ellis should sit with each other. They can both talk about what an
a-hole Jeremiah is."

"Roger that."

Ian arrived at noon to ride to the party with Patrick, Misha, Brian, Maxine,
Uncle Tim, and Uncle Roy, who arrived soon after Ian.  Brian didn't have
enough room for everybody in his little car, so he and Roy both drove. Ian,
Patrick, and Misha rode with Roy, while the adults all rode in Brian's car.

Roy was surprised to find himself enamored with Misha. The little fifth
grader looked coordinated and athletic, and his winning smile made him an
easy person to fall for. He hoped the little Russian boy and Patrick
remained best friends for years to come.

They arrived at Montezuma's Restaurant early. Tim, Roy, Brian, and
Maxine quickly decorated the party room while the boys fed quarters into
the video game consoles.

Neville and Ellis were the first to arrive, driven by Neville's mother, and right
after them came the twins and Clayton. Will, Vic, Hank, Paul, Curt, Lucas,
Randy, and Chase were the other Puget Academy boys to come to the
party. Carter and three other boys from Patrick's soccer team also came to
the party. There were eighteen boys at the party including the birthday boy.

Patrick was pleased by the turnout. He didn't expect so many boys from the
Academy to accept his invitations and actually attend the party. Because
he was so young, he sometimes thought that his classmates looked down
at him. He had a hard time believing the opposite was true, that his
engaging personality, game winning smile, and leadership abilities made
him a very popular boy. Except for Jeremiah and his gang he was well-liked
by the fifth graders, and even some of Jeremiah's friends secretly
respected him.

Shelley, Neville's step-mother, and Kristy, the twin's mother, remained at
the party to help maintain order. Brian had talked to both of them during the
week requesting their assistance.

One of the things Patrick had to be prepared for was the big sombrero. The
tradition at the restaurant was for the birthday boy or girl to wear a large
sombrero for the duration of the party, right up to the noisy climax.

"You look really sexy in that thing," Paul told Patrick, who was really happy
the two eighth graders he'd invited had shown up. The two friends
genuinely liked the boys on the Posse and the F-Five, their table teams.
They felt they had the best two teams in the fifth grade and accepted their
invitations immediately. They knew they would get some flak from their own
classmates for attending the party, but they didn't care. Besides, Paul
thought the group was sexy and often jerked off fantasizing about the
sexual escapades he'd had with the kids on the two teams along with the
ones he'd like to have.

The party was a huge success. There was plenty of tacos, burritos, and
enchiladas to eat as well as endless soda. Patrick had plenty of cards to
read, most of them funny and all of them age appropriate, which
disappointed a few people in the room.

There was one present, however, and of course it was from the twins, who
were certain the no present request applied to everybody except them.
When Kristy saw that her sons had managed to sneak a present into the
party, she cringed. There was no telling what her two eleven-year-olds had
wrapped and she was afraid to find out.

Patrick accepted the package from Matthew, and diplomatically mentioned
nothing about the no present rule. He had a feeling that his unconventional
friends were giving him an unconventional present. The wrapping was an
unruly mess of scotch tape and Christmas wrapping paper. The package
was soft and felt like clothing. He thanked Matthew and Mark and set it on
the table.

"You gotta open it now," Matthew said, "so everybody can see it."

Kristy turned to Shelley and Maxine. "I have a feeling I am about to have an
embarrassing moment."

"Embarrassing moments are part of the price of motherhood," Maxine said.

"Amen to that," Shelley concluded.

Patrick ripped the wrapping off of the present and saw it was a t-shirt. It
was gray with black lettering. When he saw what it said, his high pitched
laughter had everybody wondering what was written on it.

"Hold it up," Brian said loudly. The lettering on the shirt: "BEING SEXY
AIN'T EASY". So much for being age appropriate. Brian started roaring with
laughter, as did the rest of adults and kids in the room, with the exception
of Kristy who was wondering which table she could hide under.

"I must say, I am not surprised," Maxine said. She understood the twins
even better than Brian, and almost as well as their mother.

"Where did they get the shirt?" Kristy asked. "That's what I'd like to know."
In her mind, the only person who could have possibly purchased it was
their father. She was determined not to let him off easy for this
embarrassment.

"You need to put it on," Ellis said, wishing he had a shirt like it.

Patrick removed the sombrero and pulled the oversized shirt over the polo
shirt he was wearing. Everybody applauded when the wait staff came into
the room, bringing a birthday cake, which they set on one of the tables.
One of the waiters lit the ten candles and then told the birthday boy that it
was time to do his thing. Everybody knew what that "thing" meant since it
was a birthday party tradition at Montezuma's.

Patrick replaced the hat on his head and then quickly removed his shoes,
knowing what was coming next. He blushed, then used the step-stool a
waitress brought in to climb up on one of the other tables. The tradition was
for the birthday boy or girl to stand on the table, wearing the big sombrero,
while the staff and the partiers sang "Happy Birthday." While Patrick felt a
flush of embarrassment, he was also a natural performer and determined to
put on the best show that he could for his friends and family.

As the group started to sing, Patrick waved the big hat, replaced it on his
head, and then did a little dance in his stocking feet. Patrick was very
musical, with a beautiful singing voice and a good sense of rhythm, but
dancing wasn't really his thing. That fact was hard to tell as his musical
sense took over while he turned a full circle, proudly showing off his "sexy"
t-shirt as he gyrated his hips to the applause of all. He was wearing shorts,
and the long t-shirt hung down so low it looked as if he was wearing no
pants at all, which made him look even sexier as he danced. The cameras
flashed from all around the room.

The song ended and some Mexican mariachi music came through the
speakers in the room. Patrick knew what was expected next. He kept
dancing as he removed the sombrero and threw it up in the air, screaming
out a high pitched, "Ole!" which the partiers followed up on. There was a
battle for the hat, and Will ended up with it.

Then Patrick added a surprise move to his dance. He sensuously pulled up
his "sexy" t-shirt along with the better fitting polo shirt, exposing his slender,
white torso. The partiers cheered loudly when he yanked both shirts over
his head and threw them into the audience as well. Ellis caught them and
held on to them tightly.

Patrick was now wearing only shorts and socks as he danced to the fast-
paced music. "Take them off," Mark shouted, "take the pants off."

"Mark," Kristy yelled, "you mind your manners?" She could hardly be heard
over the yelling and laughter as Patrick opened his belt and unbuttoned the
shorts.

Holy, shit, Brian thought, he's actually going to do it—he's actually going to
take them off.  Patrick grinned and licked his lips as he pulled down his
zipper, revealing his white Fruit of the Loom briefs. Where the fuck did he
learn the lip licking routine	? Brian wondered as the boys and the wait
staff screamed for Patrick to take off his shorts. While the boys cheered
and yelled, Ellis quickly took a whiff of Patrick's shirt. He wasn't sure why
he did it, but he wanted to do it in the worst way.

The little brown-haired boy grinned again and wiggled his hips as he pulled
his shorts down below them, exposing all of his underpants, showing off his
little crotch under the cotton. He let them slide down to his knees, standing
in virtually nothing but his underpants.  Brian stood up ready to stop him
from going further when his son yanked the shorts back up and gave his
award-winning, ear-splitting smile. "Being sexy ain't easy!" he shouted
amidst more cheers. He carefully stepped back on the little step-stool and
alighted to the floor.

Mark and Matthew were all over him, patting him on the back and laughing
while they told him he should have gone even farther.

"No way I was getting naked," Patrick told them.

"No, but it would have been fun for you to throw your shorts at somebody,
too."

"Your son is a born performer," Kristy told Brian. "The twins hold him in the
highest regard, and that is not an easy status to achieve. But then, anybody
willing to put on a partial striptease at his birthday party is their kind of
friend, I guess."

"I was set to stop him from going farther," Brian said.

"It looks like you did," Shelley said. "I think he saw you stand up, which is
why he stopped."

"You still need to blow out your candles," Vic said, "so we can all eat cake."
That told everybody where his priorities were.

Patrick walked to the table with the cake, his pants still unbuttoned, his belt
still unbuckled, and his zipper still pulled down—his shorts slowly slid down
as he walked up to the cake. Will, plunked the sombrero onto Patrick's
head. He made his wish and blew out all ten candles to the cheers of his
friends. Ellis brought him his shirts. Patrick put the shirts on the table. That
told everybody where his priorities were as he stayed half dressed, his
shorts having slid half way down his ass.

Mark came up behind him and pulled the shorts down to his ankles,
screeching with laughter as he did so. Patrick gave in to the inevitable and
stepped out of them. He was now wearing nothing but his socks and Fruit
of the Looms.

Patrick sat between Misha and Mark. He winked at Misha, then looked
down at his crotch, covered only by his white underpants.  Misha grinned
and let his left hand wander inside Patrick's underpants, feeling his hard
dick, tickling his smooth balls, and rubbing his hairless pubic area. Mark
looked at them with a leer.

The mothers served the cake and ice cream. Misha's hand left Patrick's
briefs just long enough to avoid detection by a mother, then shoved it back
inside. Patrick was pleased to learn how naughty Misha could be, just like
Misha had been surprised and pleased by Patrick's erotic table dance.
Misha finally had to pull his hand out of Patrick's pants so he could deal
with his cake and ice cream. Patrick missed his friend's touch on his very
aroused genitals.

After the dessert was consumed, phone calls were made, and the party
started to break up. Patrick got a few hugs from his friends, his smile never
leaving his face.

"Dang, Patrick." Paul told him as he hugged him and clandestinely rubbed
the bulge in Patrick's briefs. "I thought for sure you were going to strip
those shorts off on the table. I'm glad Mark did it for you—you were
awesome. I never realized how sexy you were—that shirt is perfect." What
Paul didn't tell the little fifth grader is that he'd had a crush on him since
orientation.

Patrick looked for his shorts, but couldn't find them. He put on the t-shirt,
which covered his crotch area completely. The party finally broke up.
Patrick and Misha rode with Brian, sitting in the backseat. Ian rode in the
front seat. Maxine and Uncle Tim rode with Uncle Roy.

"Were you seriously thinking of taking off those shorts up there?" Brian
asked.

"No way," Patrick replied, although he knew he was very close to doing so.
"And they're only off now because Mark stole them."

"You didn't stop because I stood up?"

"I never saw you stand up."

"I wanted you to take them off," Misha said.

"Me too," Ian agreed.

"And then your underpants," Misha teased.

"No! Never! The shorts, maybe, but the underpants wasn't going to
happen!" Patrick said emphatically.

"But you considered it, didn't you?" Brian asked.

"I almost took my shorts off to throw to somebody," Patrick admitted. "But, I
never thought about pulling my undies off," he said, knowing it was a minor
lie. Sure he thought about it, but he never would have actually done it—at
least not with the parents and wait staff watching. He was secretly pleased
that Mark had done it for him. He wondered what his friend had done with
them.

Misha instinctively grabbed Patrick's hand. Brian caught a glimpse of the
two boys in his rear view mirror as they looked at each other with goofy
smiles on their faces as they held hands. If they weren't so young, he'd say
they were in love with each other, but Brian could see that there was some
kind of special spark between the two. Whatever it was, he was happy that
Patrick had an obvious best friend.

As they finally stopped in the driveway, Brian reached down and held up
Patrick's shorts, shaking with laughter.

"Daaaad"

"I'll give them to you in the house."

Patrick gave his dad a friendly punch on the arm and led the way to the
house. His tenth birthday had been his best birthday ever.

Next: Springing the Trap