Date: Sat, 17 May 2014 22:40:17 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Puget Posse Chapter 2 Greetings and welcome back. This chapter details the early life of Patrick Gardner up until his first day at the Puget Academy. The Chapter One disclaimers apply as always. The story is mine, it contains sexual situations, and you should be 18 to read it. Please support the Nifty Archive and give them a donation to keep the stories coming. You can contact me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 2 PATRICK Even with all of the family issues in his life, Patrick was a happy boy. He knew he had the love of his father, his Uncle Ted, and of Maxine, his Grannana. His mother lived somewhere in the Puget Sound area. He rarely heard from her other than a present or two on this birthday or at Christmas. Patrick's father, Brian, also known as the Bratt, knew that his son was quite bright. From the time he entered kindergarten it became apparent to his teachers as well. He was already reading when he enrolled at Aurora Park Elementary, and often became bored and rebellious as he zipped through his easy lessons and waited for his slower classmates to catch up to him. Brian knew his son's teachers were doing their best, but large classes had them teaching to the center of the class, often at the expense of the faster and slower students. He wished he had the means for enrolling Patrick in a private school. But private schools cost plenty. Even those which had partial scholarships were beyond his means. He made just enough money to be ineligible for full scholarships. Brian loved it when, at age three, Patrick, or Paddy as he was called at home, asked for a stuffed wombat after seeing a show on wombats on television. As a result, the boy was also known as The Wombat, a nickname he enjoyed. After he learned to read, he became a wombat expert. He was never shy about sharing his knowledge. In fact, he wasn't shy at all. Patrick enjoyed music. His father was an accomplished guitarist who had played in small bands in high school and during the brief time he'd spent in college. He gave Patrick guitar lessons and found the boy to be a talented singer. He joined the school chorus in second grade and had a small solo part in the Spring Fling program. Sports became a part of Patrick's life as well. He tried coach pitch baseball when he was seven, but found he couldn't hit the ball even when it was virtually placed on a tee for him. "Dad, I like baseball, I just don't like playing it," Patrick announced when the season came to an end. Brian didn't believe in forcing his son to do things he didn't truly want to do, at least as far as outside interests went. Patrick did pick up Brian's love for soccer, however. Brian had played since he was a preteen until he tore up his knee when he was a senior in high school. A couple of attempts to play recreational soccer as an adult ended with more knee problems, so he became satisfied to follow the sport. He was an ardent fan of the Seattle Sounders and took Patrick to Sounder games when they could afford it, or Ted could procure free tickets for them. While Brian had had blazing speed on the field, Patrick did not inherit that trait. He did have excellent lateral quickness, however, and good hand-eye coordination. He had the makings of a goalie, which his coach quickly discovered. Seven, eight, and nine year olds couldn't spend an entire game in the goal by rule, but Patrick was there whenever he could be, and loved the position. It was a position of great responsibility, and he was a boy who loved responsibility. Patrick wore his hair short, as much by his choice as his father's. He liked not having to comb it or worry about cowlicks. Both his Uncle Ted and Grannana wished he would grow it out, but he was happy with it short. He also loved being naked. His usual dress around the house was nothing. He would often sit idly on the couch watching television and play with his little cut wiener. Sometimes he'd work it to a boner, which felt the best, but usually he just rubbed along its flaccid length. Both his Uncle Ted and his father were attracted to boys, which helped explain their laxness when it came to his mode of dress, or lack thereof. It was also why they all but ignored his public fondling. Maxine was a retired nurse and had seen so many penises in so many different states that one more on a preteen boy didn't bother her at all. Uncle Ted enjoyed sitting next to the naked boy. After all, he and Patrick's father had been lovers from the time Brian was eleven until just after he turned seventeen. Ted liked boys, and while his grand- nephew was a bit young for his tastes, he still found the naked boy intriguing. He also knew that Brian didn't want him messing with Patrick, and he honored his nephew's request. But, it wasn't unusual for Ted to sit next to Patrick and put his arm around his bare shoulders, hugging him in close. Patrick enjoyed the intimacy as much as Ted did. Ted would observe the young boy playing with his cocklet and fight off the temptation to help him. Patrick liked seeing the wares of his peers and plotted ways to get a look at things in the boys' room, or elsewhere. He and his friend and classmate, Zane, had checked each other out more than once. The first time was when they were both seven and in second grade. Zane lived a half-mile from Patrick and it wasn't unusual for them to visit each other on weekends. The first time they exposed themselves to each other was in Zane's bedroom. The two of them were lying prone on the floor, playing a game. Patrick noticed Zane's ass shifting some as he appeared to be humping the floor. "What are you doing?" Patrick asked. "I dunno," Zane replied. "Nothing." Zane had truly not been aware that he was doing something out of the ordinary. "You're moving your butt around." "Oh, that. It feels good when I do that." "How?" Patrick had a pretty good idea of how it felt good since he knew the great feelings he got playing with himself on the couch, but he wanted Zane to say it. The state of affairs was starting to interest him. "It makes my wiener feel good." Patrick humped the floor for a few seconds and agreed it felt pretty good. "I like to play with mine. That feels good, too." "What do you mean play with it?" Zane asked. "I just rub it with my hand. Want me to show you?" He was usually naked around his house, so he had no compunctions about showing his friend his junk. Since he often played with his little boy penis in front of his uncle, his dad, and his great-grandmother, none of whom seemed to mind, he also had no compunctions about doing it in front of his friend. Patrick's father told him that what he did around the house was fine with him as long as they didn't have company. He also reminded his son that playing with one's genitals was a private thing, and he should remember that not to play with himself in public. "Can I do it with a friend if we are private?" Patrick asked his father, making Brian almost laugh out loud from the innocence of the question. "Only if your friend really wants to do it; and only if you do it in private." "Okay." Patrick gave his father a loving hug. "Thanks, dad." It was only a couple of weeks later that Patrick asked Zane if he wanted to see how to rub his penis. Zane was not quite as open about his body as Patrick, but his curiosity overcame what trepidation he had. He told Patrick to show him and Patrick quickly stood up. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and yanked them to his ankles. Zane sat on the floor, looking up at his friend's striptease. Since the boys had taken their shoes off, Patrick was able to easily step out of his jeans. He stood before Zane wearing only a Seattle Sounder t-shirt and a pair of tight, white briefs. Zane had no problem making out Patrick's little package inside of his briefs. He had even less of a problem making it out when Patrick pulled down his briefs, exposing his nub of a cocklet and his smooth marble-sized testicles. "Wow, you're almost naked," Zane said. He was somewhat awestruck by how easily his friend had exposed himself. Patrick sat on the floor in front of Zane and started playing with his flaccid boy penis as Zane watched wide-eyed. The stimulation started to make his little cut penis hard. "When I do this, I get a boner a lot," Patrick said. "That's what a boner is?" Zane asked. "Yep. When it gets hard it's called a boner. Adults call it an erection." "Mine gets like that when I rub in on the floor." "Try rubbing it with your hand," Patrick suggested. Zane hesitated, but finally pulled down his shorts and briefs, revealing his little boy penis and balls. Like Patrick, he was cut. He had lost his erection once he quit humping the floor. The two seven year olds watched each other play with their hardening penises. Patrick's lengthened to an inch-and-half while Zane's pencil-width dick was about the same length. Patrick knew that there was a possible reward if he played with himself long enough, but he did not yet understand that the reward was the primary reason for playing with himself and hadn't gone that far yet. "I wonder who is bigger," Patrick said. "I think I am," Zane replied. The two boys got on their knees and shuffled close to each other. They placed their cocklets together. From what they could figure out they were close to the same size, although Patrick's was a bit thicker. The thought of taking their play to a sexual conclusion didn't occur to the boys, although Patrick was interested in touching Zane's boner with his hands. It wasn't going to happen this time, however. Zane's mother called out to them, telling them lunch was ready. They had forgotten all about her. Zane quickly pulled up his pants while Patrick grabbed his off of the floor and dressed. Both were happy that they hadn't been caught. They had enjoyed their brief moment of partial nudity together. It was not the last time they would undress in front of each other. In a lot of subtle ways, Patrick's life changed after he turned eight. His birthday was May, 8, which was a Monday. His father told him he could invite his best friends over for a party on the Saturday before his birthday. He invited six of his classmates, including Zane. Patrick was a likeable, popular boy, and all six accepted his invitation. "Can everybody spend the night?" Paddy asked his dad, hoping he could have his first ever sleepover. "That is way too many for a sleepover," Brian said. "And besides, you're still a bit young for sleepovers." Patrick put on one of his best sulky looks, hoping it made him look sad and forlorn. "Please. I'm going to be eight, and that's old enough for a sleepover. Please, oh please, can I?" "I'll tell you what...how about you very discreetly ask one friend to stay the night." Paddy grinned his wide grin and clapped his hands with excitement. "It will be a test night. But, it's for your birthday, so don't make a habit of asking." "I won't," Patrick said as he crossed the fingers of his left hand. "Um...discreetly means doing something so everybody doesn't know you're doing it, right?" "You are a very intelligent Wombat. That is correct." Patrick cornered Zane at school the next day and asked him if he could spend the night after the party on Saturday. Zane had never spent the night at friend's house and was as excited about it as Patrick. "But my mom's gotta say it's okay," he said. "Ask her nice," Patrick told him. After Zane's mother talked to Brian's dad, the boy received permission for the overnight. Both boys could not contain their excitement for the next two days. Patrick's first big birthday party was a huge success. The birthday boy and his six friends played games, ate cake and ice cream, played more games, and had non-stop fun. Following Brian's request, Zane and Patrick didn't mention anything about Zane spending the night. As far as the departing guests knew, Zane was simply going to be the last to leave. The overnight was a big success, as well. Brian let the two of them stay up past their bedtime. It was a birthday sleepover, after all. Even though Brian had warned Patrick that his friend might wear pajamas to bed, Patrick was genuinely surprised that Zane might actually sleep in his PJs. He'd been sleeping in the nude since he was five and thought everybody did. Brian gave Patrick a simple plan, which was for him to sleep in his underpants. "Why can't we just sleep naked?" Patrick asked. "Zane probably has different standards about nudity than we do. Maybe when he's older he can make decisions about getting naked, but for right now, let's not make it an issue." Patrick reluctantly agreed, even though the two of them had been close to naked in Zane's bedroom not long ago. The box of sexual knowledge had been opened that afternoon at Zane's house, however. After Brian tucked the two boys into Patrick's twin bed and turned out the light, Zane asked if he could turn the light back on. "Are you afraid of the dark?" Patrick asked sincerely. "No. I was hoping we could look at each other's wieners before we went to sleep," Zane said. Patrick liked how Zane was thinking and turned the light on. They turned back the covers. Zane could see the little bulge in Patrick's white briefs, but Patrick couldn't make out a thing under Zane's Seahawk pajamas. Patrick quickly exposed himself to his friend, yanking his briefs down to his knees. Zane unbuttoned his pajamas and pulled them down to his ankles. "Can I touch it?" Patrick asked. Zane blushed a deep red, but nodded yes. Patrick touched the flaccid little cocklet, surprised when it started to move and harden in his grasp. It was the first time he'd touched a penis other than his own, and the first time Zane had ever been touched in his private place. "That feels good, Patrick. Can I touch yours?" This time it was Patrick who nodded yes. Zane rubbed Patrick, causing him to spring an erection as well. Zane was the first person to place his hands on Patrick's penis for reasons other than washing it when he was a toddler. Even though Patrick knew there was an outcome involved when something sexual happened, he wasn't terribly interested in getting there. He couldn't imagine anything feeling better than just rubbing on his penis, especially when it was hard. On the other hand, he had just discovered something that felt better, and that was having Zane rub his penis. "I like to sleep naked," Patrick said as Zane rubbed his cocklet. Without waiting for his friend's response, Patrick pulled his briefs all the way off, and was now stark naked. His act of undressing had caused the two of them to release each other's boners. "I always sleep in my PJs," Zane said. "You can sleep naked, too, if you want." Zane said nothing. Instead he peeled off his pajama pants and was now wearing only his top. Patrick couldn't explain why, but he wanted to unbutton Zane's top; the idea was exciting to him. Zane didn't resist as Patrick opened the five buttons from top to bottom, exposing Zane's smooth, white chest and abdomen. Patrick placed his hand on his friend's chest—it felt so soft it almost made him shiver. Zane started wiggling and soon had his top off. Both of the eight-year olds were now naked. They spent another fifteen minutes playing with each other's smooth balls and thin little boners, as well as discovering that rubbing a friend's chest and belly could be stimulating for both as well. But they were both young and both tired. Their bodies' desire for sleep trumped the sexual pleasure they were receiving. The bedroom light went out, the bed covers were pulled up, and the two young boys found another bit of pleasure; having their two warm, naked bodies snuggled up against each other felt incredible to both of them. They fell asleep, wrapped up in each other. Zane's mother considered her son too young for a lot of sleepovers, but the two friends visited each other frequently, and played with each other's genitals whenever they could. The two had become best friends, and not only because of the sexual play between the two. Patrick's father and uncle both loved trains, and he often went train watching with one or the other. His Uncle Ted took a lot of train photographs, while Patrick's father was content to simply watch. He didn't want to spend money on camera equipment; it was needed too much elsewhere. However, Brian also felt his son needed to experience the world. He put money aside when he could with the result being a summer train trip. Brian, Ted, and Patrick often rode the Sounder commuter train from Seattle to Tacoma and back. They had taken trips on the Amtrak Cascades to Portland and Vancouver, BC. But the summer between second and third grades would be his first trip on a long haul train. Patrick and his dad left Seattle on June 19, the Monday after school let out for the summer. They left Seattle's King Street Station at 4:40 on the "Empire Builder". Brian and Patrick traveled in a roomette in the sleeping car section. Patrick got to eat in a real dining car for the first time. He sat awestruck as the train spent fifteen minutes traversing the eight mile long Cascade tunnel. He was so excited when it came time to sleep, he felt he would never be able to actually get to sleep. After the attendant put down their beds, Brian and Patrick undressed in the confined space of the roomette. Patrick was used to being naked in front of his father, and used to seeing him naked. They had showered together frequently until a couple of months before Patrick turned eight and Brian told him he was old enough to shower on his own. While Patrick enjoyed the independence of his own shower, he also missed the close personal contact with his father and the intimate conversations they had while showering. Patrick stripped naked, not embarrassed by his boner. His father had seen it a lot of times, and had patiently explained why boners happened. Patrick climbed up into the upper bunk and watched as his father stripped. Father and son loved to sleep naked. "Dad?" Patrick asked in his young boy soprano voice after his father had turned out the light in the compartment. "Yes, son." "If you rub on your penis for a long time, it's supposed to feel extra good, right?" "That is correct." "How long does it take for that to happen?" There was a long silence, broken up only by the sound of the train racing across the Eastern Washington desert. Brian took a few seconds to formulate an answer, then said, "It depends on a lot of things. First, everybody takes a different amount of time. And nobody does it in the same amount of time when they do it. It can depend on when you did it last, or how sexually excited you are. Age makes a difference." "Does being a wombat make a difference?" "I can't answer that question since I am not a wombat, but being a wombat could make you sexier." "I like being sexy." Brian had no answer for that comment, so he decided to ask a question of his own. "Have you rubbed yourself to an orgasm yet?" "Is an orasm when you get the really good feeling at the end?" "It is. And it's called an orgasm, not an orasm." "I never had one. It feels good when I rub myself, but then I get tired of doing it and quit." "Rubbing your penis is called masturbation." "You told me that before, but I forgot the word." "Good night, Wombat." "Dad?" Patrick asked. It looked to Brian that he might not get a lot of sleep that first night on the train. Patrick appeared to be too excited to calm down enough to sleep. "Yes, my young Wombat?" "The two times me and Zane slept overnight, we slept naked." Zane had had his second sleepover the previous Friday, which had been the Friday school let out. "We both like doing it. I thought you should know." "Thank you for your honesty, son. If he's okay with it, I don't have a problem with it." "We masturbated each other." Brian was not surprised at Patrick's openness. He felt it was a result of him and Ted being open about sexual things since he was a toddler. "But you didn't have orgasms?" "No. We get tired and fall asleep." "When you get older and start making sexual hormones, you won't be falling asleep before you have a climax. You will be amazed as to how different things will be when you masturbate, or if somebody masturbates you." "Is a climax like an orgasm?" "They are two different words for the same thing." "I am doing the masturbate thing right now." "Then I'll let you enjoy yourself. Good night, son, I love you." "Good night, daddy, I love you, too." Patrick didn't reach his first orgasm that night. Brian did have an orgasm, but he had no way of knowing which number it was. He'd quit counting before he'd turned twelve. The next morning saw the "Builder" running through Glacier National Park. It crossed the Continental Divide at Marias Pass. Patrick sat in the Sightseer Lounge car, entranced by the passing mountain scenery. He hadn't moved since having breakfast in the diner just before the train arrived at Whitefish, Montana. By the time lunch time arrived, the "Empire Builder" had left the Rockies and was now in the Great Plains. Patrick soon quit counting heads of beef and amused himself with reading and hand-held video games. On the second night out, Patrick fell asleep almost instantly. They arrived in Chicago the next afternoon and took a cab from Union Station to their hotel. That night, Patrick surprised his father by joining him in bed instead of getting into his own queen bed. "You know I'm sleeping naked," Brian said. "I'm not blind, daddy. I saw you get into bed. It's not like we haven't slept together naked before." "You were much younger then, son." "Sleeping with you makes me feel like I'm safe." Naked or not, it didn't matter. Patrick maintained his distance from his father. He just wanted the security of having him close by. He was asleep within minutes. The next morning, Patrick showered with his father. Brian knew that protesting would serve no useful purpose, so he let the eight year old into the shower with him, reminding that things would go back to normal when they got back home. Except for each other's backs, the two of them washed themselves. They spent the day at the Museum of Science and Industry, where Patrick was fascinated by the "Pioneer Zephyr", the German submarine, and the huge model railroad layout, among other things. That night he was back into bed with his father. "I might was well have gotten us one bed," Brian said. "I don't feel homesick, here." "You're homesick, even with me around?" "A little. Uncle Ted and Grannana and Zane aren't here and I miss them. I miss Deli, and T-Bone, and Ramses," he added, referring to their two dogs and their cat. "I miss Grand Pop, too." Grand Pop was Brian's father, who lived south of Seattle in the small town of Mayfield. Patrick loved his Grand Pop and didn't get to see him as much as he liked. "When I'm close to you, I don't miss them as much." Brian gave Patrick a hug, and this time the boy slept snuggled close to his dad. He didn't like the feel of his hairy skin as much as he did Zane's smooth body, but being this close to his father made him feel safe and loved. The next day they visited the Natural History Museum, and went to the top of the Willis Tower. Brian was reluctant to walk out onto the glass overhang that had him looking 1300 feet straight down, but Patrick loved standing on it. That night was their last night in Chicago, and once again Patrick joined his father in bed. Brian had thought about sleeping in his boxers this time, then decided since Patrick wasn't bothered by his nudity, there was no reason to dress. "Dad?" Patrick asked as Brian turned the lights out. "Yes, my little Wombat?" "Have you had an orgasm on our trip?" Brian mentally shook his head. He hadn't had the audacity to ask those kinds of questions until he was eleven and started having sex with Uncle Ted. He felt honesty was the best policy when it came to the subject of sex, so he gave an honest answer. "I have had one." "With me in bed with you?" "No. It was on our first night out on the `Builder.'" "You said that when guys get older and make the stuff that makes babies, and that the longer somebody waits to do it the more they have to do it." "It's called being horny." "Are you horny?" "A little bit." "Can I watch you have an orgasm?" "No." "Why not?" "Because I'm your father." While that answer never made any sense to Patrick, he knew that when his father said "I am your father" the topic was then closed. In Patrick's mind it might be closed for the night, but it wasn't permanently closed. He cuddled up to his father and fell asleep. Brian turned his body so he was facing away from his son. Having his smooth, naked body next to him was more than he could stand. He was happy he'd hidden a washcloth under his pillow as he masturbated to a satisfying climax. He might be the father of an eight year old son, but he was only twenty-five, and he had needs of his own that had to be met. The next afternoon they boarded the "California Zephyr" for Emeryville, California. The trip consisted of an afternoon through the prairie and the next day across the Colorado Rockies. On that day, Patrick was introduced to "moon river" as he got mooned by a number of kayakers and rafters, including a full moon from a raft of six. He thought the mooning was hilarious. That night they sat in the sleeper after dark, playing Phase 10. Patrick had stripped naked, even though his father told him he'd have to put something on when they asked the attendant to put down the beds. "I can just put my shorts on," the boy said. Patrick enjoyed playing with himself as they played cards. He had the feeling his father enjoyed watching him—maybe not as much as Uncle Ted did or Zane did, but he could tell his father was getting some pleasure out of it. After his father beat him at the game, Patrick put on his shorts and pressed the call button for the attendant. That night his father had his third orgasm of the trip. Patrick, who was sleeping in the upper bunk, tried for awhile, but found himself falling asleep before he could bring his masturbation to a conclusion. He just didn't think an orgasm was something worth staying awake for. The next day they traveled through the Sierra Nevada most of the morning and early afternoon, the climb over Donner Pass being the scenic highlight. They arrived fifteen minutes early at Emeryville, their destination. They now had a six hour wait for the "Coast Starlight" which would take them home. Dinner and a movie at a nearby theater took up much of their waiting time. The next morning they took their first shower on a train. They showered in the community shower on the lower level. Brian said he would start the shower for Patrick, but the boy insisted they shower together. The shower was a tight fit. The close quarters had them touching as they washed, and the touching caused Patrick to get an erection. His father was amused as to how often he'd seen his son's hard, not yet two-inch rod during the trip. Patrick enjoyed his last three meals on the journey. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were all special, simply because they were eaten in the dining car with his father. The boy loved the trip and loved train travel even more. "I love you, daddy," Patrick said as the "Coast Starlight" raced through the Green River Valley between Tacoma and Seattle. "Thanks for taking me." "You're welcome. And I love you too, Sir Wombat." Patrick smiled. While he had loved riding the rails, he was happy to be coming home. He wanted to see Zane and sleep with him and tell him about his adventures. But most of all, he wanted to touch his friend and have his friend touch him, which is what happened the day after Patrick arrived home. Bad news befell Patrick just before he started third grade when he found out Zane would be moving south to Portland. Both boys were saddened by the news, but were happy they would be able have a final overnight together. Of course they slept naked and engaged in sexual play. Looking back when he was older, Patrick wished he had known more about sex when he and Zane were buddies. He wished his father and uncle had taught him the things they knew. He wished his Uncle Roy, who was his father's step-brother, had given him lessons earlier. Roy was a big football playing high school boy of sixteen when Patrick started third grade. Once again Patrick and Zane didn't reach orgasm, but they gave each other good feelings as they rubbed, touched, and even licked each other's chest and bellies. The thought of licking each other's genitals wasn't something they considered. Kissing each other's lips wasn't attempted either. But they still had an erotic time together for a pair of eight year olds. One of the things Brian found out during his chats with Patrick was how much the boy missed Zane. Patrick was outgoing and had many friends. But none of them were like Zane, a boy he had crush on without knowing it was a crush. Brian knew they'd engaged in sexual play and that Patrick and Zane had crushes on each other. Patrick sometimes had behavior problems in school when he got bored, but they became more frequent during third grade. Brian found himself making frequent trips to Aurora Park School to deal with his son's acting out. When Patrick had acted out in first and second grade, there was a lot of talk about "consequences", an educational euphemism for punishment. But Aurora Park now had a new principal, Mrs. Woodruff, who came to the school when the school district had their annual movement of principals between schools. Mrs. Woodruff and Patrick's third grade teacher came up with some programs to use the boy's strengths instead of emphasizing his weaknesses. It was mid-February when Patrick's uncle Roy came for a weekend visit. He lived north of Seattle in Mt. Vernon with his and Brian's mother and her second husband. She was obviously a bit more of a dedicated mother to Roy than she had been with Brian. Brian met Roy as he stopped in front of the house. He gave his younger brother and big hug. "I have to pick up Grannana. She's visiting her sister and I think the visit has reached its limit. You have a very eager nephew waiting for you in the house." "How far away does Aunt Lila live?" "I should be gone about forty-five minutes or so." "Time enough for a brief lesson." "You're turning into a dirty old uncle," Brian said with a chuckle. The sixteen year old loved his older brother, Brian, and came by for a visit every couple of months. Sometimes he spent the night. This particular weekend not only did Roy spend both Friday and Saturday nights, he gave his little nephew his first real sex lesson. Since he now had a license, he'd driven himself to Seattle for a visit. He wasn't surprised to see his little nephew sitting naked on the couch playing a video game on the television. "Hey, Wombat!," Roy yelled as he came in. Like Patrick, Roy was very outgoing. His personality filled a room as he walked in, as did his big sixteen year old body. Patrick jumped out of the couch and leaped up on his uncle. "Uncle Gerbil! Dad said you were coming and now you're here." Roy had his animal nickname just like Patrick and Brian. He'd been known as the Gerbil ever since Brian, who was the Hamster, had seen him as a newborn when he was a nine year old. "And you know why I'm here, right?" Roy asked. "Because no matter where you go, there you are," Patrick said as his teen uncle set him back down. "Seems strange to see you naked and not have a boner." "I don't get boners all the time," Patrick protested. "That's what big kids do." "You mean big kids like me?" Patrick smiled and nodded an emphatic yes. "I bet you'd love to see it," Roy said. "Maybe." "While we have the house to ourselves, I want to talk to you about something." "Okay, what?" "Sit on the couch with me and I'll tell you." Roy and Patrick sat close to each other, with the eight year old snuggling in tight to his young uncle. Roy put his strong arm around the boy's thin shoulder. "I heard you've been getting in trouble at school. That your dad has to go there a lot to bail you out." "No...just a couple of times. And I've been good since the last time." "Can you guarantee you'll be good?" "I know I'll try to be good." "How about I give you some incentive?" "Money?" "No, something better than money." "You mean there's things better than money?" "Oh yeah, lot's of things." Roy squeezed the boy's shoulder. "I know, it's hard to believe." "Tell me what it is." "I promise to make you feel really good." Patrick mulled that statement over, and thought about his conversations with his Uncle Ted and his father, as well as his playing around with Zane. "You mean...um...like, sex?" "You make it sound dirty." "I want to make it sound fun." "If Brian doesn't have to go to school to get you out of trouble for the rest of the school year, I'll teach you some brand new things this summer. You'll be nine and ready, because that's how old I was when I learned a lot of cool stuff." "Who taught you?" "My older brother." "You mean my dad?" Patrick asked somewhat incredulously, even though he knew it was perfectly possible. "They are one and the same." Patrick gave his uncle a big hug. `Okay, I'll be gooder than good. But what if dad finds out?" "I have a feeling he won't mind me acting like your big brother and showing you some stuff." "Dad wants me to learn about sex with you?" "No, I think he probably wants me to teach you about sex. There's a difference. I think Uncle Ted would like to teach you, but he wants me to be your dirty old uncle." "You aren't old," Patrick said. "Maybe not, but I am dirty," Roy said as he quickly fondled Patrick's little package. "And, it looks like the plan gave you the little boner I didn't see when I came in." "Do you have one too?" "Yep." "You see mine. Can I see yours?" Roy opened his jeans and pulled a thick, rock hard, seven inch, uncut cock out of the slit of his boxers. "Happy?" he asked his little nephew. Patrick wrapped his fingers around it, causing Roy to shiver. "Can we do something now? Please, oh please?" "We made a deal. Now you have to stick to it." "I guess," Patrick said with his patented little pout that was having no effect on his uncle. Then his eyes lit up. "But it will be lots of fun when we do it. Will you show me how to masturbate so I get an orgasm?" "Oh my, such big sexy words coming from such a little boy. I will teach you if you hold up your end of the bargain." They heard a car pull into the driveway and Roy quickly put his teen cock away and zipped up. Maxine and Brian came in through the kitchen door carrying groceries. Roy got up to help unload and put away the groceries, giving his half-brother a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Patrick went with them as far as the door. He didn't have a problem with stepping outside of the house naked, but not when it was cold and windy outside. "Have you two been good?" Brian asked. "So far," Roy said. "But I can't guarantee the future." He and Patrick exchanged secretive grins, but Brian knew exactly what Roy was referring to. It was a month after Roy's visit that Brian had been called to the school for another conference with the principal. Patrick was very upset when he heard about the visit. He was more worried about being in trouble with Roy than with his father or the principal. He wanted to learn sexy stuff from his uncle, and that meant his dad couldn't be called to the school because he'd been bad. "Dad, I was good. I swear, I was good," Patrick whined. "Don't go to the school or Uncle Roy won't teach me stuff." "Well, son, if you've been good then you have nothing to worry about," Brian said. "Maybe they just want me to re-up for the PTA or something." "No, don't go!" "You sound pretty worried for somebody who claims to have been good." "I don't claim it...I WAS good." Nevertheless, Brian went to the school with a great deal of trepidation. He and Ted had promised some things to Patrick as well, if he behaved, although not anywhere near the kind of incentive that Roy had offered. He couldn't believe that with all of the promised incentives, and with the new programs set up for him, Patrick couldn't behave himself for three months. Brian felt much better after finding out the purpose of his visit. This was when he learned about having Patrick skip a grade and take the entrance exam for the Puget Academy. Patrick had been a nervous wreck the entire day at school. But he also worked hard to keep his feelings from overwhelming him. He knew he'd been good and done what had been asked of him, and he felt betrayed when he found out his teacher and the principal didn't think he'd been behaving. He was tempted to lash out by misbehaving, but he worked successfully to keep everything in. He did promise himself that if he got in trouble for being bad when he wasn't, he would show everybody the next day just exactly how bad he could be when he really tried to be bad. Fortunately, he didn't need to take things that far. His father picked him up after school and took him out to IHOP for a pancake dinner. Patrick was relieved to learn he wasn't in trouble. His father explained what the meeting was about. While Patrick wasn't able to grasp everything his father was telling him, he did realize his life was about to change completely. For the rest of the school year Patrick did his best to behave, and succeeded. He had done everything that had been asked of him. His father wasn't called in for any conferences, which was important if his Uncle Roy was going to teach him new things. He also learned more about what going to the Puget Academy was about. Between the school's high standards and his skipping a grade, he started to realize that he wouldn't have time to misbehave. Succeeding at the Academy was going to be a challenge. Patrick's ninth birthday was on a Tuesday. He decided to have his birthday party on Saturday. Five of his classmates came, as did his Uncle Roy. Patrick had fun, but he missed Zane. He asked Roy if he could spend the night. "Sorry, Paddy, but if I spent the night, I'd sneak into your bed and who knows what would happen." "That would be okay with me. You promised, you know." "I know. But the school year isn't over yet." "I'm not going to get in trouble the last month of school. Don't you trust me?" "I trust you. How could I not trust a Wombat? But we did make a deal." Patrick couldn't spend his birthday party night alone in bed, not after what happened the year before with Zane. He promised himself he would never sleep alone on his birthday night, then got out of bed and went to Brian's room. "Can I sleep with you, dad?" he asked. "I'm naked." "You always say that. I know you always sleep that way. I do, too. So, I don't care." He climbed under the covers, lay on his side, away from his father. All the boy wanted that night was the presence of his father close to him. He drifted off to sleep, feeling warm and safe. Just before school started, Patrick and his father rode the Amtrak Cascades to Portland. Zane and his mother were at Union Station to meet them. They went to the zoo and enjoyed a great day together. Patrick and Zane were both walking on air all day. "Dad, can I spend the night at Zane's?" Patrick asked his father as they waited to catch the MAX in Washington Park's underground station. "Not this time, son." "Why not?" "Because you can't ride the train home alone." "Sure I can. I've ridden trains lots of times. I know how to do it." "I know you do, but Amtrak doesn't know what a specially trained Wombat you are." "Can we spend the night some other time?" "We'll see." Patrick hated that answer. He liked it better when his dad said "yes" or "no". "We'll see" never told him anything. When he returned, Roy had football practice plus his part time job. As the summer wound down there was no opportunity for Roy to fulfill his promise to Patrick. "Don't worry, Paddy. I promise to do it after school starts. We just need to find the time and place," Roy told Patrick during a brief visit two weeks before the start of school. "After school starts is a long time. It could go on forever." "We'll do it no later than Thanksgiving break," Roy said. "Promise?" Roy surprised Patrick by grabbing his genitals through his jeans and giving them a gentle squeeze. "I promise on your most precious jewels," Roy said. "Sounds perfect to me." He looked down at Roy's hand. "You can keep your hand there." Roy released him. "You wish. I gotta get back home. See ya, Wombat." "See ya, Gerbil." To Patrick, it seemed to take forever for school orientation to start. Brian dropped him off at the school, knowing how nervous the boy was. He was sure he was as nervous as his son was. He knew he was taking a big gamble with the grade skip and the enrollment in the Academy. He hoped it didn't all come back to bite him and his son in the ass. The school would provide school buses for students once school started, but Brian needed to drive Patrick on orientation day. He had taken the day off to be there for his son. Patrick was greeted by an eighth grade boy who checked him off and escorted him to a table where four other boys were sitting. He was so scared his knees were shaking. He hoped that none of the boys could hear them knocking together. What he saw was a blond-haired boy who was almost as small as he was. The boy wore wireframe glasses. He saw two, athletic looking boys who were obviously identical twins. And he saw a boy with short, cropped light brown hair who caught his eye for a reason he couldn't fathom. Patrick sensed that the twins thought he was some kind of a dork. He saw the blond with glasses give him a look that said he was an animal who snuck his way into the cafeteria. Well, I am an animal, he thought, I'm a wombat. Finally he looked at the brown-haired boy who was a little bigger than he was. The boy gave him a shy smile, and Patrick smiled back. He wondered if maybe he might have found a friend. He felt a surge of unknown feelings when as he and the brown-haired boy exchanged looks. Next: Neville and Kathy