Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 14:02:46 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Puget Posse Chapter 54 Welcome back. It is spring, the weather is warming up, and there are bets to be paid off. One of those payments happens in this chapter. Please make sure you're eighteen and all that. And please, donate to the Nifty Archive. Emails are very much appreciated. Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 54 PAYMENTS Saturday was the day of the big streak. This was the day Matthew would pay off losing his bet with Mark over who would spurt semen first. To pay off the bet he would have to streak from the garage, down the driveway through the wooded part of their lot and to the main road. He then had to cross the street, do a thirty-second dance, and then streak back to the garage. Patrick, Misha, and Neville had been invited as witnesses. Neville's invitation came before the argument between him and Mark. While he had been indecisive about whether he would attend the streak party, he made it perfectly clear after he and Mark had their falling out that he wanted nothing to do with the twins or with the rest of the Posse for that matter. Misha, Patrick, and the twins all had baseball games in the morning. They hoped this would be the last season in which they would be playing on separate teams. The twins said there would be no lunch, but snacks were always available. Dinner would be a barbeque. By the time plans were made, what was going to be an afternoon get-together became an overnight party. Even though each of the four boys had wolfed down some lunch before the get-together started, they couldn't help but launch into the cookies that were laid out in the Kirkwood kitchen. "I swear you boys all had your stomachs replaced with bottomless pits," Kristy asserted. Her comment was especially true of Misha and her sons. Patrick had not yet hit the pubescent stage of perpetual hunger. The boys didn't acknowledge the comment, but chomped on their oatmeal raisin cookies and gulped their chocolate milk and talked baseball in between bites. The twins' team had lost 7-4. "Jeremiah's dad got all of the best players from around here," Mark said, explaining the loss, "but we don't care." "Yeah," Matthew said, "in a couple of years we're going to be as good a team as they are—especially after Patrick and Misha start playing for us." "I'm not that good," Patrick admitted. "I haven't played that much," Misha protested. "I've seen you field in softball, and you're a good infielder," Mark told Patrick. "And Misha has a hell of an arm," Matthew told them. Kristy chided Matthew for his language. "Saying he has a heck of an arm doesn't do it mom," Matthew protested. Kristy scowled at him, but the flow of the boys' conversation stayed with baseball. "How did your team do, Misha?" Mark asked. "We won our game 6-1. I pitched three innings and didn't give up any runs. But, I struck out two times when I batted." "See," Matthew said, "I told everybody you have a good arm. And don't worry about hitting, since pitchers aren't supposed to be good hitters. Except for me, of course." Patrick's team lost 12-9. "We've got good hitting and fielding, but our pitchers walk everybody and their dogs," Patrick complained. "Our pitching is okay when I pitch," Matthew said, "but nobody else is very good. We need Misha to help our pitching. And our fielding at second and short really sucks, which makes room for Patrick." "If we all get together next year we're going to kick ass," Mark vowed. "Aren't you guys in the same league?" Mark asked Patrick and Misha. "Yes, we are," Misha replied. "We play each other two times." "When's the first time?" Mark asked. "On Wednesday the twenty-ninth," Patrick replied. "Misha and I got it memorized." "Cool," Matthew said. "Me and Mark are going to see if we can come and watch it." "We play Jeremiah's team next Saturday," Mark informed Misha and Patrick. "Yeah," Matthew kicked his leg, adding," and we're going to kick some ass." "It's practice for the election." "I thought you guys weren't very good," Patrick said. "We are when I'm pitching," Matthew told them. "The problem is, he can't pitch every game," Mark said. "How about you boys go outside," Kristy told them. "Take advantage of the nice weather, because it's not going to last long. You can't sit here and eat cookies all afternoon." "Oh, mom, you spoil all of our fun," Mark said with a grin. "Where's dad?" Matthew asked. He wanted to know the location of his parents before he started his adventure. "Out back working on his garden. I'm going out to help him. You guys go out and play catch or soccer or shoot baskets or something," Kristy urged. "I think I'm going to do `something'," Matthew told her, which got the group to giggling. "I swear, I will never understand boys," Kristy said as the four Posse members ran out of the kitchen door, laughing. The boys stopped at the garage. "I'll get undressed in here," Matthew said, "and then I'll go out the side door and run hard to the woods. You guys can follow me." "Won't your parents see you?" Patrick asked. "Not from the backyard. The garage will kinda hide me." "What about your sisters?" Misha asked. "Dang, you guys are worry warts," Mark said. "You'd think you were doing the streaking." "M&M like looking at us naked," Matthew giggled, "and they're lying if they tell you different." "Will they like looking at me?" Patrick asked as he started pulling off his t- shirt. "Damn, Wombat, what are you doing?" Mark asked. "You're supposed to be mooning a train for your bet payment, not go streaking with Mattie." "I bet he wants company," Patrick grinned as he tossed his shirt on the ground and started opening his shorts. "Are you going to join him?" Mark asked Misha. "No. I will stay dressed with you so we can be lookouts," Misha said, although what he really wanted was to join the streakers. For that matter, that's what Mark wanted to do as well, but both boys felt the need to be lookouts for Matthew, and now for Patrick as well. Matthew and Patrick were naked in a hurry. Mark noted that neither one of them was hard to which Patrick replied that they were going to run, not have sex together. "You still have your shoes on, Bobcat Two," Mark noted. "So does Patrick," Matthew observed. "He didn't lose this bet, so he can wear whatever he wants to." "No way I'm running on a dirt and gravel road in my bare feet. I'd like to see you do it. I'm running in my shoes." "I'm still mad at you from yesterday," Mark said sullenly. Misha and Patrick looked at each other. They were used to the twins arguing, but were surprised their argument, whatever it was about, had carried over into the next day. They usually solved things quickly, even when their arguments deteriorated into fights. "I'll do whatever Misha and Patrick tell me to do," Matthew said, pointing at the boys for direction. Mark looked at his two friends. "Shoes or no shoes?" As much as Misha and Patrick didn't want to get involved in a sibling spat, they knew there was only one right answer. "Shoes," they called out in unison. ""You're lucky they're here or I'd kick the crap out of you and make you run barefoot," Mark said. "You can be a real asshole," Matthew fumed. The brothers glared at each other until Misha stepped in between them. "You may stop arguing now and Patrick and I will stay. Or, you may continue to argue and Patrick and I will call my mother to pick us up and take us home," he said in a quiet voice that was laced with steel. "Sorry, bro," Matthew apologized. "I'm not forgetting," Mark replied icily. "Get dressed, Patrick, we are leaving," Mish hissed with a soft forcefulness. Mark stepped up to Misha and gave him a tight hug. "Sorry, Misha, my stupid brother was right; I can be a real asshole." He let go of Misha and looked over at Matthew. "Are we cool bro?" "Let's go streaking, Patrick," was Matthew's reply. That satisfied Misha, so the boys went out the side door of the garage. While the spring day was sunny and clear, the temperature was a bit cool, sitting in the mid-sixties. Mark took the lead, with the two streakers coming next and Misha bringing up the rear, giving him the chance to look at some perky rears. None of them saw the two twelve-year-old girls looking out of Megan's second story window, giggling as they watched the white asses of Matthew and Patrick disappear down the driveway into the woods. The distance from the Kirkwood residence to the main road was about a quarter of a mile. The boys jogged to the end of the driveway in less than five minutes. They stopped and looked across the road. To Matthew the distance across the road seemed to have widened from two lanes to a full mile. "All you gotta do is run across the road and dance for thirty seconds." Mark directed, detecting his twin's discomfort. Misha and Patrick will look to the right for cars and I'll look to the left." "It appears that you have bushes you can duck behind," Misha pointed out. "Or you can just hide in the driveway." The neighbor's driveway was almost directly across from the Kirkwood's. "I'm not going to stand here looking for cars," Patrick declared. "I'm running across with Bobcat Two." "Patrick...," Mark started to protest. "I need to practice for mooning the train," Patrick grinned. Patrick could see the look of pride on his boyfriend's face, which gave him a warm feeling. There was nobody better than Misha, he thought. Before they could change their minds, Matthew and Patrick dashed across the two-lane road. While it was more of a country lane than a main highway, it still saw a fair amount of traffic during the day, so the two boys knew they were taking a risk. They stationed themselves close to a hiding place and started to dance, their bare little cocks swinging back and forth. They both turned and wiggled their white bubble butts, turned again and shook their cocklets. "Car!" Misha yelled. Matthew and Patrick ran a few steps up the drive and hid behind a bush. Matthew grabbed Patrick's little cock as they waited for the car to clear. "You're going to give me a boner," Patrick squealed. "Good," Matthew snickered. They grinned at each other as they came out from behind the tree. "Check it out, Misha," Mark said. "Patrick's got a boner." Patrick wiggled his hips as his little tool jiggled back and forth. "Okay, time's up," Mark said. "The coast is clear," Misha informed them and the two streakers gratefully raced across the road. "That was scary fun," Patrick laughed. "Now I think I can moon a train." "You mean you weren't sure?" Mark asked. "Nope." "Remember, we'll never make you to do anything like that, even if it's to pay a bet," Mark said. "Making you do it wouldn't be right." "I can do it," Patrick repeated. While they were talking the boys didn't notice Misha peeling off his clothes. He tucked them under his right arm, his cock as hard as Patrick's. "Now we don't need a lookout," Misha said, "so I will join you." Mark smiled and was soon as naked as the other three, and as hard as Misha and Patrick. "Where's the boner?" Mark asked Matthew. He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he wrapped his hand around his brother's flaccid boy cock, quickly bringing it to attention. The four boys quickly streaked back to the open land where the house and its outbuildings stood. Misha and Patrick felt their heart rates go up even higher than their running had sent them when they saw Scott, the twins' dad, standing outside of the garage. "Hey, dad," the twins called out in unison as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Patrick and Misha stood frozen with fright. "Hi, guys," Scott answered. "It looks like a couple of you left something behind in the garage." "That's because we went streaking," Matthew said, flashing an innocent smile. "I never would have guessed," Scott told him. "Yeah, Mattie had to pay off a bet," Mark explained. "And Patrick decided to streak with me," Matthew added. "Me and Misha were the lookouts at the road. We were being careful that nobody would see them naked, and nobody did." "It would appear your clothes fell off along the way," Scott told them. "No, we took them off so we could all streak back," Mark said. "But now we want to get dressed because it's not real warm." By now all four pubescent cocks had gone soft. Scott decided not to comment on the state of the boys' penises when they appeared from the woods. "Just what was the bet you lost?" Scott asked. "Me and Mattie had a bet on who would shoot their cu...their sperms first," Mark said without hesitation. "Obviously you won," Scott told Mark. "Yeah, but I can shoot now, too," Matthew bragged. "It's true, but now we'll have to get condoms if we ever end up going all the way with a girl," Mark said knowingly. "Which I hope, after the talk the three of us had, will be in the far distant future," Scott lectured. He did all he could not to break out laughing at the boys' antics, not to mention their almost innocent honesty. "Oh yeah, way distant." "Just be happy your sisters told me about your little adventure instead of telling your mother," Scott said. "Yeah, she would have had a major cow," Matthew concluded. "But I'm having a major cow because our sisters are a pair of major narcs," Mark said. Scott looked at Misha and Patrick, who were still cowering, and told them they had nothing to worry about. He had no problem with boys having harmless fun. "Just don't go streaking down a main street, though," he admonished. "Now we feel better," Patrick said. The twins and their father turned their heads and saw that Patrick and Misha were dressed. "It was getting too cold to just stand there naked." Patrick and Misha were relieved that Scott wasn't angry with them for streaking to the road. "Yeah, we better get dressed, too, so our sisters won't see us naked. Like they never have before." "I think they were concerned about you running out along the road and getting into trouble." "Dad, we're crazy, not stupid," Mark protested. "Go get dressed. And you both will be in a world of hurt if you try to get back at your sisters." "Yes, sir," the twins said together. As soon as Scott left, the boys went into the garage where Matthew could gather his clothes. While he and Mark were dressing, Michelle and Megan entered the garage. "We were behind the garage and heard everything. You guys can't be mean to us. We didn't want you guys to get in trouble if you got caught on the road," Michelle said, as a caring sister would. "Whatever," Mark mumbled. "Your bet was gross," Megan told them. "It just means we can't fuck you now," Matthew sneered. "Yeah, if one of you got pregnant, then we'd have to sell you and the baby on EBay," Mark said jokingly. "You two are so sickening," Michelle said. "Well, you still owe us BJs on our half-birthday. And for telling on us you will have to give us an extra one," Mark insisted. "We can't do anything to you for diming us, so one more each will be just fine. That makes three you owe us." "We're not giving you even one BJ," Michelle told them and Megan immediately agreed. Misha and Patrick both blushed deeply. "We'll see. You can't keep stalling and lying to us. You gotta do it sometime." The girls turned to leave, but stopped at the door. "Your two friends look really cute, naked," Michelle screeched, and the two of them ran off, giggling loudly. "Sell them on EBay," Mark mused. "It would make our life so much easier." The four boys spent the next hour or so kicking a soccer ball around the open field next to the garage. Not for the first time, the twins were impressed by Misha's skill. "We have to get on the same soccer team," Mark declared. "And I mean all four of us." "Yeah," Matthew agreed. "It's time to get our parents going on this." Nobody disagreed. At dinner, Misha and Patrick showed their good manners. Mark and Matthew followed suit, causing Michelle and Megan to comment that maybe their brothers should have company more often since they actually behaved during dinner. The four of them were polite to the adults after dinner, but made their way to the twins' room as soon as they could. They stripped down to t-shirts and underpants and chatted about baseball, soccer, school, the upcoming elections, and the great streak that afternoon. Of course, being who they were, the subject of sex came up, but not until after they'd said their goodnights and prepared for bed. While Misha and Patrick had their sleeping bags laid out, it went without saying that nobody was going to sleep in them. The only question was who was going to pair up with whom for the night, which was something the boys were in no hurry to decide. It was decided that Misha and Matthew would pair up as would Patrick and Mark. "Are you guys okay with giving us bj's?" Mark asked. "You don't have to you know." He gave Patrick and Misha a sly look and said, "At least as long as you don't mind sleeping in the garage." Patrick shot a look right back at him, and Mark quickly let him know he was joking. After that the jokes ended as the boys lay on top of the sleeping bags in the middle of the room, ready to go at it with their partner. As happened so often between them, there were no preliminaries. They were simply horny young boys who enjoyed the sexual play between them. But, before they could start, Mark stopped the action. "Damn, there are four of us, and all four of us has a boner to suck. We could do it all at once," Mark suggested. "That's sounds really awesome," Matthew said, as if his brother had discovered something entirely new. For them it was new, so Mark earned his points for creativity. "Who's going to do who?" Patrick asked. His little cock twitched at the thought of the four of them being connected. "Well, you and Misha should each do one of us instead of each other. So how about I do Patrick, Patrick does Matthew, who does Misha, who does me. That will make Patrick connected to Misha through the mighty Kirkwood twins." Again, the preliminaries were few—restricted mostly to getting comfortable and creating their daisy chain. The four boys chattered and giggled; after all, this was messing around, not sex, which meant it was supposed to be fun, not something serious. Once they got started on each other, the interruptions were few. The entire quartet stopped once when Matthew said, "Wow, Patrick, you suck good. Misha is gonna love getting blown by you." "He already does," Patrick confessed. Mark let Patrick's cock drop from his mouth long enough to chime in, "That is way too fucking awesome. Now, let's get back to serious shit." There was a combination of humping, slurping, licking, sucking, butt rubbing, crack feeling, ball licking, moaning, groaning, high-pitched squeaking, and finally the shaking and moaning of Mark's orgasm as he shot his watery boy juice into Misha's mouth. The ten-year-old swallowed his friend's sweet juice. Misha came within a minute, his larger boy cock twitching a dry cum in Matthew's mouth. His orgasm had barely ended when Matthew squirted into Patrick's mouth. An almost ear-splitting "Eeek" from Patrick signaled his dry orgasm as Mark felt the spasms of his young friend's cocklet. "Damn, that was beyond fun," Mark declared as the four preteens came down from their orgasmic highs. "You know we'll be doing this again." "I bet Jeremiah and Alden never do shit like this," Matthew said after catching his breath. "Jeremiah's probably too stupid to know what his dick is for." "And Alden isn't human enough to have sex," joked Misha. "Listen to Misha," Mark exclaimed. "He's learning how to dis big time." The boys discussed Misha and Patrick getting involved in oral sex with each other. They both said it wasn't their first time sucking cocks, which the twins already knew. "The four of us are getting to be real experienced cocksuckers," Matthew giggled. "Now if we could just give M&M some practice." "Maybe they'd do Misha and Patrick," Mark speculated. "No thanks," the two chorused emphatically. The twins quickly dropped that subject. It was time to make the sleeping arrangements. Patrick wanted to sleep with Misha, which was fine with Misha and the twins. "You guys can have my bed," Matthew said. "The sheets don't have pecker tracks on them." "That's only because we slept in my bed the last three nights," Mark protested. "Good thing, too, we don't have to change the sheets. Sleeping on our own pecker tracks is cool, but we shouldn't make company do it." "We could sleep in one of the sleeping bags," Patrick said. "Get in that bed and cuddle." Mark turned off the light, and as much as they wanted to kiss, cuddle, and hug, they were all asleep within minutes. While they couldn't control the rest of the fifth grade, the Posse agreed that they would take the high road and not rag on Jeremiah. "Let everybody else sing the bullfrog song," Patrick said. "We don't need to do that. We want to show we're better than Jeremiah is, and making fun of somebody by singing a song all the time is what he would do." "We're the ones who started Operation Bullfrog," Neville said. "Doesn't that make us like him?" Neville decided it was time to end his snit. He did so by simply rejoining the Posse's conversations. Mark told him how he missed the big streak. After that, nobody mentioned Neville's snubbing them. "No, it doesn't make us like them," Misha said. "We did it so we could rescue our friend Ellis." Ellis gave the Posse a wide grin when he heard that. "I say we make him miserable," Will said. "He doesn't deserve mercy." "You're right," Patrick said. "That's why we will give him mercy." "Kind of like what I hear in church about forgiving your enemies, right?" Will asked. "Right," Patrick agreed. "Okay, I guess it makes sense then." But the Posse quickly learned that Jeremiah wasn't dead yet. He was blaming the twins for dropping the memory card on purpose to set him up. What he really wanted to do was blame Alden, who actually gave him the card. But if he did, he'd have to confess to blackmailing Ellis, and he didn't want to do that. When Jeremiah got on the bus after school on Monday, he actually looked cocky. He grinned at the twins and confirmed what they'd heard. "Everybody knows you set me up," he told them. "Just like they all know you bullied Ellis in the bathroom before the last election. There is no way you can win." "Jeremiah, sit your rear end in a seat, please," Mrs. Deaver yelled. Jeremiah glared towards the front of the bus, but sat down. "We need some strategy," Mark said after they arrived at Patrick's house. "We gotta prove him wrong." "The best plan is for Ellis to say he was being blackmailed," Patrick suggested. "Yeah, but then we'd have to tell what the picture was really about, and Ellis would have to prove it," Matthew argued. "If there was only a way to get proof that we didn't give Jeremiah that memory card with the frogs on it," Mark mused. "Yeah, even if we really did," Matthew said. They finally decided to ask how far Ellis was willing to go in trying to prove Jeremiah was wrong about the twins' dirty trick. Since there was nothing else to discuss, the twins pulled down their pants and undies and Patrick stripped naked. They jerked off on Patrick's bed. Patrick enjoyed watching the twins shoot out their clear emissions, wishing he could do the same, soon. None of the boys knew that the next day they would get the break they needed. It was difficult for Mark, Matthew, Patrick, and Will to be civil to Jeremiah on the bus that morning, especially with him acting like a jerk as soon as he boarded, but they succeeded in keeping to their strategy of not stooping to a low level. After arriving at school, Mark walked up the front stairs with Patrick. They once again agreed they needed some kind of break to shut Jeremiah up, or Operation Bullfrog might still become a flop. But, when they heard two boys singing, "Jeremiah was a bullfrog," as Jeremiah passed them at the bottom of the stairs, they smiled, realizing that what they really needed was a way to keep the momentum going and send their nemesis over the edge. That was when their break was literally handed to them by Gregory, a classmate of Jeremiah's in Ms. McCann's class. He handed Mark a torn envelope. "I found this on the ground after Jeremiah's bullfrog popped up," Greg said. "He took the picture out of it before he put it into his computer. It was all sealed up so he had to tear it open. Mark looked at Patrick and grinned. "I think we got our break." "I would have given it to you earlier, but I was absent Thursday and Friday. I can't stand Jeremiah, so I hope this helps you. I know this wasn't you guys fault, because he opened the envelope but he said you dropped just the card. He was lying." "Thanks, Greg, you rock." At lunch, Misha and Patrick used their considerable charm to get Ellis to agree to a plan. The twins brought up their idea, but they knew enough to then retreat to the background. They knew that Misha and Patrick tended to be more diplomatic in their dealings and had the self-awareness to know when to let somebody else take over. "But, if I say Jeremiah had a picture of me and was blackmailing me, everybody will want to know what I was doing in it," Ellis whined. Misha came up with the solution. "You tell everybody that Jeremiah snuck a picture of you in the shower after you popped a boner." "But, everybody will laugh at me." "If they do, Mark, Matthew, and I will talk with them. We need you to be our friend and help us." "This is kinda like payment for you helping me, right?" Ellis asked skeptically. "Nope," Patrick said. "We did that because you're our friend. You don't have to do anything to pay us for being friends. All we're doing is asking you to help us." "We know it might be hard and risky," Misha pointed out. "We won't be mad if you don't want to do it." "But, saying I popped a boner..." "Hey, everybody does it." Mark grabbed his crotch as he made his only comments of the session. "It's just everybody doesn't have somebody sneak a picture of them." It was apparent that Mark had some serious wood under his Dockers and between his fingers. "You might not even have to tell what the picture was about," Patrick said. "But what about the bullfrog pictures?" "Nobody will ever know where they came from, I guess," Mark said. Ellis looked over at Neville, who was his best friend on the Posse. Neville hadn't said a word during the entire discussion. He wanted to stay neutral because he wasn't sure if helping with the plan was the best thing for Ellis to do. "Do what you feel best about," Neville said. "Misha was right—you'll still be our friend." "Okay, I'll do it." It was all that Mark and Matthew could do not to let out a loud cheer. "We need to figure out how to do it, now," Mark said. "But we've got to start it by tomorrow, before everybody forgets about Operation Bullfrog and starts to believe what Jeremiah is saying." What was left of lunch was spent coming up with a plan, which would commence with morning recess the next day. Ellis went home with ambivalent feelings. He was excited to be able to help his friends in the Posse, but was afraid he'd be bullied by Jeremiah and his buddies and laughed at by everybody else. Ellis slept with his parents that night. He slept next to his father, who made him feel safe when he wasn't feeling right about himself. He knew his mother was probably jealous, but he didn't care. She wanted to do sex things with him. All his father wanted to do was love him, and Ellis knew exactly what it was he wanted from his father. He wanted the big, strong arm that was draped over his shoulder to remain there all night, making him feel loved. Next: Politics