Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 21:13:57 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 35

Welcome back to the tale of the Puget Posse. Except for one
member of the Posse (and I think you know what that is), the Posse
boys are quickly shedding their inhibitions. Oh yes, there is also the
little matter of two boys who have a mad boy crush on each other and
seem reluctant to admit it.

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Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com


CHAPTER 35
SATURDAY HORN DOGS

[SATURDAY]

"Do you still have a little weenie?" Alden asked as he and Jeremiah
stripped down for bed. Alden had his sleeping bag on an air mattress,
his clothes folded neatly next to it. He was wearing nothing but a pair
of pink boxers.

"At least I don't wear pink boxers like some homo," Jeremiah said.
"That's the shit that Ellis would wear."

"He had on tighty-whiteys when he was at my house. And if there was
something wrong with pink boxers they wouldn't make them."

"There is everything wrong with them." Jeremiah was now stripped
down to a pair of gray and blue striped boxers.

"You know what they say about guys who wear anything gray don't
you?"

"No, what?"

"That they like to play with their weenies all the time."

Jeremiah blushed since he did love playing with his little cock. He
heard indirectly about how the guys from the Posse and the F-Five
who did the cock measuring had cocks that were three and even four
inches long. His wasn't even two inches when he was hard, and his
balls were tiny and tight to his body.

"Let's see if you got any bigger since last year," Alden said.

"It did," Jeremiah said somewhat self-consciously.

"Mine sure did," Alden said, pulling his boxers down, exposing a
three-inch boner that would put Jeremiah's to shame. "Ellis has a
pretty nice one. I bet it's bigger than yours."

"I don't know why I have you as a friend."

"Because you got nobody else except Tony, Conrad, Grant and Neil;
and Neil is a total loser. Not as big a loser as Ellis, but at least Ellis
takes showers and keeps his uniform clean."

"I thought we were going to talk about beating the twins in the
election," Jeremiah said.

"We already talked about that. Now we're talking about your tiny
weenie." Alden was the only person who could get away with ragging
on Jeremiah. Alden knew that Jeremiah needed him. Alden was
quiet, but he had a sinister manner about him. He could get people to
like him when it was necessary, even though he was, in essence, a
jerk.

Alden liked reading history. Even at eleven he had discovered how
many men were very powerful although they worked behind the
scenes. That was how Alden wanted it to be, and in Jeremiah he had
his perfect foil. Jeremiah knew how to cajole and intimidate, and
recently, how to put on the nice boy act. Jeremiah could get people's
attention, and once they started their dirty tricks against the twins,
that would be enough for him to be president and for Alden to be the
sergeant-at-arms.

"You know, we have PE winter quarter. Everybody's going to see
your teeny weenie."

"Would you shut-up about that; I can use a private shower if I need
to."

"See, you admit it--you have a little weenie."

"It's good enough for Allison."

"Yeah, the girlfriend you never see, so how is she gonna see your
dick?

Jeremiah got into his bed, switched off the light and turned his back
to Alden. "Shut-up."

Alden yanked his boxers off  and slipped into his sleeping bag in the
dark. He busily jerked himself off, unaware that for as much as
Jeremiah played with himself he had never had an orgasm. Had
Alden know that, he would not have been surprised.

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

On Saturday things were a bit more normal for Barry and Tommy,
since all of the beer was gone. The boys had no money left to pay
Frank's cousin for more, so sodas were the order of the day once
again.

Ellis checked in at home, as required. He checked in once live and in
person when he picked up his bicycle so they could ride to the Boys'
and Girls' Club. Reba allowed Ellis to take the ride as long he rode
with older boys or an adult and they stuck to the back roads or the
sidewalks. The Club was about two miles from Barry's house.

They spent the afternoon shooting hoops, shooting pool, playing ping
pong and foosball with other boys at the club. The club had a
swimming pool, but they didn't bring their swim suits.

In the evening they had dinner at Tommy's house, which was
preplanned. Tommy's mother complimented them on their good
behavior and how responsible they had been while on their own.
Nobody mentioned the beers from the night before, or the hangovers
Barry and Tommy had to deal with in the morning.

"Are we having sex again tonight?" Ellis asked when they returned to
Barry's house.

"Me and Tommy are in puberty," Barry said. "I think there's a law that
says we're supposed to jerk off three times every day. If we can have
sex, it's even better."

"If you think you get horny now," Tommy said, "just wait until you're
thirteen."

"Are you going to put your stuff on tonight?" Barry asked Ellis.

"Yeah, I'm not mad at my mom tonight."

"What does that have to do with lipstick?"

"Never mind."

The boys went to the living room. With Barry's parents gone, they
wanted to get wild in the main part of the house instead of Barry's
room.

Ellis took his makeup out of his overnight bag and laid it out on the
coffee table. Barry brought a mirror for him to use. Ellis started to
work. For all of his protestations to his mother about being a boy and
not a girl, he still loved putting makeup on himself. He liked how he
looked in lipstick and eye shadow, which was all he generally put on.
He got a special feeling from painting his toenails and fingernails. He
still liked the soft feel of panties pushing tight on his prepubescent
cock. And he really liked that cock, wishing he could touch it 24/7 and
have orgasms whenever he wanted. Makeup or no makeup, his cock
was what told him he was a boy.

When he finished, Ellis put a pair of pink panties on, his boner
pushing them out to where the waistband was separated from his
belly. He looked at the two boned up teens in the room and pranced
around for them.

Barry knew better than to call Ellis a little girl, although he often
thought of him that way. Besides, the bulge in the pink panties did not
belong to a girl.

"Who gets to fuck you tonight?" Barry asked.

"Both of you. Tommy goes first." Ellis always let it be known he was in
charge of his body. Barry and his friends respected his wishes when
it came to having sex with him, even when he said he didn't want to
do sex at all.

Ellis stripped naked. Tommy did him doggie style in the middle of the
living room. Barry then laid some towels on the couch and fucked the
little blond face-to-face as Ellis gave Tommy his second orgasm by
sucking his cock. Ellis came three times, the first jerking himself off
when Tommy fucked him, the second one spontaneously when Barry
hammered his sweet spot with his big cock, and the third time when
Barry went sixty-nine with him after they retired to Barry's bed.

As far as Ellis was concerned, his bad weekend had turned out to be
very satisfactory. And, to make things even better, his father would be
home in a week.

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

Misha woke up wondering whose naked body was in his bed. He felt
it with his hands; it was smooth and strong and hard. He became
oriented and remembered that it was Mark in his bed. He smiled to
himself. He now had a best friend. He wasn't THE best friend like
Nikki, but he was a best friend he could trust and tell things to. Last
night he'd said a little bit about what life was like in the orphanage.
Maybe soon, he could tell Mark everything—or maybe he could tell
somebody else. But, someday, he was going to tell a friend
everything.

He watched Mark's eyes flutter open. "Good morning, Mark," Misha
said as he planted a kiss on his friend's forehead.

"Good morning, Misha. You're really sweet. I'm glad you're my
friend."

Misha and Mark were soon out of bed, discussing who would shower
first. "At my house, we just shower together. Nobody cares. I mean,
we're all boys after all."

"You don't shower with your sisters?"

"We did until they decided their shit didn't stink anymore and they
were too good for us. Now me and Matty shower together all the time,
and we shower with friends who stay over. I bet your mom and dad
won't say a thing if we do it."

"I don't want to get in trouble with them."

"If you do, I'll tell them I made you do it. Besides, you told me you run
around the house in your undies, so taking a shower with your friend
can't be that bad."

Misha wasn't sure that he saw the connection, but he grinned at Mark
and said, "Last one in the shower is a rotten egg."

"Damn, you got your English down awesome."

As a result of Mark's prodding, Misha had his first shower with a
friend since starting his new life. As with so many other firsts, it
wouldn't be his last. The first shower involved boners and touching
private parts as they washed each other, but no sex. The sex would
come, and would end up being a big part of many of those future
showers.

The boys came to breakfast dressed in t-shirts and sweats. Lois saw
that they had showered, and wondered why she'd only heard the
shower running once. Maybe they traded off, she thought, or maybe
they showered together. If they showered together, she would have
to ask Ryan if that was normal behavior for eleven-year-old boys.

After breakfast, Misha and Mark worked on the finishing touches of
their diorama. Lois was truly impressed with the results. Both of the
boys were clearly talented and had put a great deal of effort, time,
and research into the project. Their model of a coal mine showed how
much pride they had invested into the project. Mark knew they had
accomplished something that was first rate, and, with prodding, Misha
had to agree it was really quite good.

The three sections were loaded into the back of the SUV. Misha
would ride with his father to school on Monday morning. The
instructions said for anyone bringing a project to park to the north
side of the school where they would be directed to the delivery
entrance. They would then take everything to the auditorium where
the projects would be displayed.

Just before four o'clock, Mark's father arrived to pick him up. He
admired the diorama and tried hard not to compare it to what Neville,
Patrick, and Matthew had just finished. Doing any kind of comparison
would be tough because both projects were excellent pieces of work.
Scott talked to Ryan and Lois, Misha's parents, who had not yet seen
the ski slope diorama. They could agree, however, that what the
group of ten and eleven-year-olds had accomplished was simply
amazing.

Scott took Mark home. Kristy and Matthew would be delivering the
other diorama to school on Monday morning. Scott couldn't help but
wonder if the results would have been as good if the twins had
worked on the same project together. He knew it was Patrick who
had split them up. He thought the young boy had shown remarkable
insight in doing so.

When Mark got into the house, he admired Matthew's diorama. He
wanted to say that the one he and Misha had made was way better,
but he didn't. There were times to brag and talk trash and then there
were times to admit that somebody had matched your
accomplishments. This was one of the latter times.

"Wow, Wombat and Bobcat two, that is really great," Mark said.

"I wish we could see yours," Patrick said.

"Ask and you shall receive," Mark said, pulling out his phone.
Matthew and Patrick scrolled through the pictures of the diorama,
declaring that the two projects were going to finish in the top two in
the voting.

"But ours will be number one," Matthew said with a sly smile.

"Yeah, if you bribe the judges," Mark said.

"You'd need a million dollars to bribe the judges to vote for yours."

"Hey guys, they're both good," Patrick said, trying to act as
peacemaker.

"The Wombat is right," Matthew said. "The Wombat is always right."

"Which isn't true of Bobcat two," Mark added. "Hey, where's the Fox?"
he asked, quickly changing the topic.

"He called his dad to pick him up as soon as we were done," Matthew
said. "His dad asked if this was how rednecks lived when he drove
up. I guess because we're so far off the main road."

"What did you say?"

"I said our trailer was being fixed so we were living in this big fancy
house until we got it back."

"It was funny," Patrick said. "Even Neville was trying not to crack up."

"I make him laugh a lot," Matthew said.

"It's probably from looking at your face," Mark said.

"Um...it looks just like yours."

 Mark had a look that said his mouth had been put into gear long
before his brain. He decided it was once again time to change the
topic. "Are you spending the night, Patrick?"

"Matthew, your mom, and my dad all said I could. If you say it's okay,
I want to stay again." The way Patrick saw it, spending the night with
both twins would be even more exciting than spending it with one of
them. He was right on that score.

Dinner was raucous, with Mark and Matthew arguing and joking while
at the same time Megan and Michelle tried to ignore their presence,
at least until Matthew's final joke at dessert.

"Did you hear about the guy who lost his whole left side?" he asked.

"Nope," Mark said. The twins loved playing the straight man for each
other when they told jokes.

"He's alright now." Mark and Matthew roared with laughter, as did
Scott and Patrick.

"Can't you two ever be serious about anything?" Michelle asked.

Matthew looked at Mark and said, "E-Bay," which brought even more
roars of laughter from the two of them as they enjoyed their private
joke.

The time the boys spent after dinner was in their underwear, of
course. Patrick was wearing white briefs, Matthew University of
Washington boxers, and Mark red briefs with white trim. It was an
evening of games, movie watching, and general silliness. The twins
had a big bedroom with plenty of room for the three of them to sleep
overnight.

"Who's been sleeping in my bed?" Mark asked in a gruff voice, trying
to sound like papa bear, as they settled into the room.

"Nobody," Patrick said.

"For real? You didn't sleep in it? It looks like you did."

"I went in it, then ended up in Matthew's bed."

"Wombat, did you mess around with my little brother?" Mark asked in
his gruff voice.

"Maybe a little bit."

"Damn, you're a horn dog. I love it. Me and Mattie messed around a
lot when we were nine."

"Not as much as we messed around since we turned ten," Matthew
said.

"And in a couple of weeks we're gonna be eleven. According to our
dumbass sisters, when we turn eleven we're going to be even hornier
than we are now."

"I can't wait," Matthew said.

"I don't get horny a lot," Patrick said.

"It's cool, Wombat. You hang with us and you'll learn all about
horniness," Matthew told him.

"So how come you got to mess around last night and I didn't?" Mark
asked.

"You mean you and Misha didn't do anything?" Matthew asked.

Patrick's ears perked up at the mention of Misha. He thought Misha
and Mark would be messing around big time.

"We did some serious talking, like best friends do."

"About what?"

"None of your beeswax. But if I didn't get to mess around, you
shouldn't have either."

"So, I'm supposed to call you every time somebody wants to give me
a blow job?" Matthew asked. "What are you, my mother or
something?"

"No, it's just you should make sure everything is equal."

"Fuck, you can be as dumb as our sisters sometimes. That is so
totally stupid. Maybe if you were with Neville I'd be careful since you
probably wouldn't be doing anything, but we all know that the
Wolverine is a horny dude."

"Maybe you'd like to have a bloody nose for thinking you can do
whatever you want."

Matthew got off of his bed and stepped toward Mark, saying, "You'll
need to look through one eye first after I stick my fist in the other
one."

"I think I better call my dad and go home," Patrick said.

Mark and Matthew both looked over at Patrick with looks of surprise.
"Oh, shit, Wombat, we forgot you were here," Mark said. "We're
sorry." He looked over at Matthew and said. "But don't think I'll forget
about this."

"You know I won't...oops, sorry again Patrick."

"I guess I got Matthew in trouble," Patrick said. "I'm sorry, I was just
having fun." Patrick felt tears welling up and fought them back. There
was no way he was going to cry in front of the macho twins.

Matthew gave Patrick a big hug. "Patrick, I'm really sorry. Me and
Mark both are your friends and we shouldn't be hurting you."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, too. I hear it's really dangerous to upset a Wombat,"
Mark said.

"Yep, and you got to be careful around somebody who gives such
awesome BJs or he might not do it for awhile."

Patrick grinned. "Was it really that good?"

"Damn straight. Maybe Mark would like to find out how good."

"I thought you guys made up with each other by doing...you know..."

"Yep," Mark said, "a good blow job makes up for a lot."

"Then you guys make up and I'll watch."

"We're not ready to make up yet," Mark said.

"Yes you are," Patrick insisted.

"We are?" Matthew asked.

"Yes you are," Patrick repeated. "You know your argument is stupid."

Matthew looked at Mark. "What do you say, bro?"

"I say the Wombat is as good as the Wolverine when it comes to
stopping fights. Who's going to do who first?"

"What do you know about sixty-nining?" Matthew asked Patrick.

"A little."

"Well, bro, let's teach him a lot then."

The twins lay side by side on Mark's bed, looking each other in the
face. "First, we have a quick French kiss to get our tongues ready,"
Mark said.

Patrick sat on Matthew's bed staring at the passionate trading of
tongue, his hard little cocklet in his hand. After about fifteen seconds,
they broke the kiss.

"If you go longer, then it's a gay kiss," Mark said.

"Not that a gay kiss is bad," Matthew said.

"But, you're not supposed to be gay for your brother."

Patrick nodded as if he understood.

"Now, one of us is going to switch directions," Mark said as he
switched so he was facing Matthew's feet. "You can either be on top
of the other guy like this..." He held himself up and went down on
Matthew's hard three-and-a-half inch shaft, letting it all sink into his
mouth while lowering his similar sized erection into his brother's
mouth.

They sucked each other for a few seconds, then let go. "...or you can
be side-by-side and suck each other like this...." They rolled over,
facing each other, and went back to sucking each other.

"Can you do the top one, please?" Patrick asked. "I can see that
better."

Without missing a beat, the twins moved to their original position and
went back to giving each other blow jobs. Patrick sat cross-legged on
the other bed jerking himself off with more intensity as he watched
the twins take each deeply into their mouths. All he could hear was
the bed springs and the slops and grunts of the two brothers.

"If you put a finger in a guy's butt it feels even better," Patrick said.

Matthew pulled away from Mark's cocklet long enough to say, "He's
right," and then went back to what he was doing. This wasn't the time
for going farther, however. This was the time for making up and for
showing Patrick what they already knew. Matthew vowed to show
Mark what Patrick had shown him and just told them about next time.

It didn't take long for Mark to start fucking Matthew's mouth, who was
grunting while taking the head of Matthew's cock into his throat.

Patrick's eyes lit up as he saw the brothers have a simultaneous
climax as their cocks disappeared into each other's mouths followed
by Mark falling off of Matthew and off of the bed. His hand froze on
his cock as Mark hit the floor with a thud.

"Holy mother of shit, what happened?" Mark asked, as if he was in a
haze.

"Puberty maybe?" Matthew asked.

Mark shook his head, trying to clear it. "We're not eleven yet, not for
two more weeks. Then it's puberty time." He looked over at Patrick
and saw the shocked look on his face as well as his little hand frozen
on the hard two plus inches between his legs.

"Will you boys calm down up there!" came their father's voice from
the top of the stairs. "Cut out the wrestling."

"We will dad," Matthew called back.

Mark rolled off of his back and crawled over to Matthew's bed,
planting himself between Patrick's knees. Patrick saw that his friend
was still sporting an erection. Mark removed Patrick's hand and put
his lips around his hard, pink cocklet.

He started sucking and licking the young boy's boner, burying his
face in Patrick's smooth pubic area. Patrick moaned, Mark sucked
and licked, Patrick moaned some more, Mark kneaded his tight little
balls, and then Patrick squealed and Mark felt the twitches of the
preteen's dry orgasm.

"Wow, Mark, you rock," Matthew said. "The Wombat's gotta love
you."

Mark pulled off of Patrick's erection, leaving a trail of saliva behind.
"Now I've made up for no sex last night," he said.

"Are you mad at Misha?" Patrick asked.

"No, no, not at all. What we did last night was more important than
messing around." He patted Patrick's smooth, skinny thighs. "Will you
sleep in my bed tonight?" he asked sincerely. "I have something to
tell you."

Patrick nodded yes and Mark grinned. The ten-year-old stood up. The
wooziness from his fall had left him. Fortunately he had not hit his
head.

Later that night, Patrick snuggled up to a naked twin just like he'd
done with his brother the night before. "You and Matthew are really
nice."

"Crazy, but nice," Mark said.

"You guys aren't crazy."

"Sure we are, and we love it."

"What did you want to tell me?"

"Misha likes you and wants to be your very best ever friend, so quit
being so friggen shy around him. I know all about you kissing him on
his birthday and he loved it."

Patrick felt a warm glow inside of him and hugged Mark's shoulder a
little tighter.

"Do you know that we have three of the five Posse members sleeping
together tonight," Matthew called from across the room.

"I asked Misha to come over, but his mom said they have family
plans," Mark said.

"And Neville was being a dweeb as usual. He was worried one of us
might pull our cock out of our pants. But we didn't. It was like we were
in school."

"Neville isn't a dweeb," Patrick said. "He just doesn't do the things we
do."

"Well, he should," Mark observed.

Matthew could tell that the two naked boys across the room from him
were cuddled together. "Before you two love birds fall asleep, I have
a question for you."

"Ask it," Mark said.

"Did you hear the joke about the toilet?"

"No," Patrick and Mark called back in unison.

"Never mind, it's too dirty."

Matthew cackled loudly and was joined by the other two. Soon all
three boys were sound asleep.

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