Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 18:09:02 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Puget Posse Chapter 32 Welcome back. In the last chapter you learned about Ellis and his strange life at home. In this chapter you will find out more about Ellis, as well as learn about some of the things that make Jeremiah and Alden tick. Remember to be 18. Also remember these dudes are all fictional characters. And please, donate to the Nifty archive. Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 32 JEREMIAH AND ELLIS [Jeremiah's Book] Jeremiah lived in an affluent household. While not an only child, his status was close to that of an only child. His half-sister, Wendy, was ten years older than he was and lived with her mother since before he was born. The two of them never really connected as siblings. His father, Gordon Hunt, owned an auto dealership. He had no doubt that money begat privilege, and that he was a cut above the average man. While he didn't have the English upper crust snootiness of Neville's father, he could outdo Reginald St. Aubin-Jones for pure arrogance. He made sure that the son he had desired so desperately wanted for nothing. He showered the boy with the benefits of affluence. In Gordon's eyes his son could do no wrong, and so Jeremiah got away with far too much without being held responsible for his actions. Gordon loved his daughter, but to him being a father was about having a son. Years had gone by after his daughter was born without another child, let alone a son. He felt his wife had become less and less interested in sex, although that wasn't entirely true. She was, in fact, becoming less and less interested in her philandering husband. He divorced his wife, giving her a generous settlement and setting up his then eight- year-old daughter for college and beyond. He ended up marrying Amanda Hillyard, whom some called a trophy wife, less than a year after the divorce. What Gordon knew about her was that she had a sexy body, was fabulous in bed, and even seemed to have half a brain. The result was that ten months after the wedding he was blessed with Jeremiah. To his credit, Gordon Hunt not only provided his son with more things than any boy would ever use or need, he also gave him his time and attention. Unfortunately, what he taught his son was that with money came privilege—the kind of privilege that meant Jeremiah didn't necessarily need to be responsible for his actions. Jeremiah grew up a bully. He was a bully from the time he stepped into pre-school. When he saw weakness, he went for it. When he saw strength, he became allied with it. He liked boys with a bit of a mean streak in them, and saw himself as their leader and their superior. His father encouraged his behavior by standing up for him. If a child, or a parent, or a teacher, or an administrator complained about Jeremiah's behavior, Gordon found a way to twist the incident to place the blame on the other party, not on his son. Even if his son was found guilty of some transgression, he didn't fear punishment from his father. His father was quick to let his son know that he had been unjustly accused or had been punished for something he hadn't done. Jeremiah suffered from an affliction known as affluenza. To him, affluenza meant that because he was so rich and privileged and wonderful that his shit didn't stink. Gordon Hunt encouraged his son to play sports. While Jeremiah was a talented athlete, he didn't have the ability or the drive to be a first- rate player. That didn't stop Gordon or Jeremiah from believing he was the best player on his team. If a coach or anybody else didn't recognize his abilities, it was because of their lack of knowledge of the sport. Jeremiah's father knew he didn't have the time to coach his son in every sport, so he chose baseball. He had played high school ball and was a Mariner season ticket holder. That background had him believing he had the ability to be a top-flight coach. When Jeremiah was a third grader, Gordon spent a year watching his son's peers in the area play various levels of baseball. By spring of Jeremiah's fourth grade year, Gordon had recruited a talented group of players and entered a team in a select baseball league. Two of the players he recruited were Mark and Matthew Kirkwood. Gordon Hunt liked the ability of the twins and felt that, of the boys on the baseball team, only his son was a better player. Because he had his own blinders on, Coach Hunt failed to see that not only were the twins better ballplayers than Jeremiah, but so were two or three other boys on the team. Gordon soon regretted inviting the twins to play on his Orioles team. To him they were a pair of strong-minded boys who bullied his son as well as other players on the team. And on the field of play, they were all but uncoachable. The twins saw Jeremiah as the bully and felt it was their duty to protect their teammates from his harassment. Jeremiah saw the twins as a threat to his superiority. They not only refused to follow him, they continually called him on his shit. Jeremiah had tried to make friends with them, but their awareness of what bullies are like, plus their sense of justice, kept them out of Jeremiah's fold. After Coach Hunt came up with a trumped-up excuse to remove the twins from the team, Jeremiah discovered a few things. While he was a privileged brat and not nearly the gift to the world that his father kept telling him he was, he was a bright boy. After the twins left, he found out he could not carry a team by himself, as the losses started to pile up. He also found out he was not as popular as he had made himself out to be. Alden was close to him, as was Eddie, whom he despised. The rest of the team kept their distance, even those whose silence had supported him against the twins. But the biggest thing Jeremiah discovered was that there were many forms of bullying, and not all of them were physical. The way he saw it, he hadn't got the twins kicked off of the team by outfighting them, but rather by outmaneuvering them. The ten-year-old knew that his father hadn't become the powerful owner of a successful business by beating people up; he'd done it my outthinking them. Jeremiah took his victory over the twins as a proof of his superiority, not realizing that Matthew and Mark were more than happy to leave the dysfunctional Orioles. One thing that Jeremiah did during spring of his fourth grade year was take the test for the Puget Academy. His father had heard good things about it from some of the other businessmen in the Chamber of Commerce. "One thing about it," Guy Jones, the owner of a software firm, told him, "you can't buy your way into that school. Every kid there is bright, which makes the academic competition tough. My boy, Gary, thrived there and I expect the same from Will." "If a boy fails the test, does he get another chance at it?" Gordon asked. "Nope, unless there are incredible extenuating circumstances, it is sink or swim. I've never heard of any exceptions being made." Gordon was a bit upset to learn that quite a few scholarships were offered to deserving kids. At least at Jeremiah's current school, money was the key to enrollment, not brains. But, he also knew it wouldn't hurt his son to be challenged some. As much as he spoiled the little brat, he could also see that academically he was not performing anywhere near his ability. If he could pass the test, maybe the Academy would be just what Jeremiah needed. Just to make sure he covered all of his bases, he had a chat with Martin Blowers, the Puget Academy Headmaster. "So, the test has to be passed in order to gain admittance?" Gordon asked, after the two had gone through all of the friendly preliminaries. "No exceptions?" "That is correct," the headmaster said. "Even the sons of faculty members must pass." Martin Blowers was used to these conversations; he had two to three of them every year at this time. "This is the exact environment my son needs—being around other boys as bright as he is. I could make a very generous donation to your school if an exception becomes necessary." "Money is not what gets you into our school, although it helps once the test is passed. The number of scholarships is limited, so the families of the large majority of our students must be able to afford the tuition." Dean Blowers looked directly at Gordon Hunt and said. "And even that is no guarantee." "I am willing to pay for one full scholarship every year Jeremiah attends your Academy." "And that offer is appreciated. I am sure it is something you and I can discuss once your son passes the test and is admitted to the Puget Academy." Dean Blowers was certain that the two of them would never discuss the topic again; he'd dealt with blowhards like Gordon Hunt all too often during his twelve years as headmaster. The headmaster would write a letter to Gordon Hunt reminding him of the conversation, but it was sure to land in the circular file. He ended up being correct in his assumption. Jeremiah Hunt ended up passing the test with an impressive score. The headmaster sent the letter regarding a scholarship donation. He never received a reply. Jeremiah had no real friends. He had followers; boys who hung around him because he was a bad boy, or boys who were intimidated by him and became ass kissers to gain his favor and not be bullied by him. Alden was a bright boy and a talented athlete. Like Jeremiah, he was into intimidation. But, he liked being in the background, a power behind the throne so to speak. He first met Jeremiah on the Orioles and found a kindred soul. Jeremiah could be the bad boy in the spotlight, while he could be the one in the background giving some poor boy the final squeeze of his nuts, while convincing everybody he was really a nice boy. He disliked Mark and Matthew almost as much as Jeremiah did, because they saw right through his Mr. Nice Guy act. He disliked them for their popularity and their perceived superiority. And he would grow to thoroughly dislike them because they wouldn't allow him to become part of their inner circle. It wasn't long after the twins were kicked off of the Orioles that Jeremiah had his first ever overnight. Alden had a couple of friends who he'd done overnights with. He decided to invite Jeremiah and find out what he was really like. Unlike Jeremiah, Alden had a nice boy reputation and was well liked. Yet even at the tender age of ten he could quickly stab a friend in the back if he felt he had something to gain from it. Alden was also afflicted by affluenza. He was always looking to see what he could gain from any relationship, doing so with a deadly subtlety. Jeremiah found himself having more fun than he could remember as he spent a Saturday afternoon at Wild Waves and the evening playing games with one of the few boys he knew that he considered his equal. At Wild Waves Alden saw Jeremiah display a surprising shyness. The fact that he showered with his swimsuit on wasn't necessarily surprising; many boys did that. What surprised Alden was Jeremiah taking his pants to a toilet stall and changing there. Alden learned that Jeremiah was embarrassed about being naked and had to think how he could take advantage of that knowledge. The fact was Jeremiah had never been naked in front of anyone other than his parents and his doctor. He was ashamed of his body. He'd seen other boys naked in shower rooms and by age ten had become acutely aware of the fact that they had more to show in their groin area than he did. As a result, he elected not to display what he considered his undersized penis and scrotum. At ten years old, penis envy had set in. Jeremiah was surprised when he and Alden got ready for bed. Alden peeled off his clothes until he was down to a pair of white briefs while Jeremiah stripped down to his black and white striped boxers. Jeremiah felt a sudden stirring in him when Alden pulled off his briefs and stood before him naked. Jeremiah had seen Alden naked in the Wild Waves shower room earlier that day. He could see that the pink stub draped over his tight ball sac was bigger than what he possessed. He stared longer than he knew he should, but he'd always been fascinated by other boys' cocks. Judging from the things his father said, he knew looking at naked boys for too long was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. Once again, he thought about what his father had related just a few days ago. "I am so looking for an excuse to fire Lonnie Smith," he said at dinner time. Lonnie Smith was one of his top salesmen. "I thought he was a good salesman," Amanda, his wife, said. "He is, but he's also a faggot." "Gordy, not in front of the boy." "He's ten years old, for god's sake. He's old enough to learn what the world's like." "What is a faggot?" Jeremiah asked. "A homosexual. A queer. A fudge packer. A man who likes having sex with other men. In this case, a man who is going to marry another man next month when he goes on vacation. That is just wrong. I don't need somebody like that representing my business, but I can't fire him because of that. The fucking law protects him. But just let his sales start to slip and I'll have his ass." The double meaning of what Gordon had just said was missed by everybody. Jeremiah soaked in what his father was saying and said nothing. "Maybe a change of subject would be nice," Amanda said. "I am so happy those damn twins are gone," Gordon said, changing the subject to placate his wife. "We will be a much better team for it. The players will certainly be happier, and I know the other coaches and I are ecstatic." "They were good baseball players," Amanda said. "They were not nearly as good as they thought they were." He looked over at Jeremiah. "I'm sure you don't miss them, do you son?" "I'm glad they are gone. They kept trying to beat up everybody on the team. They wanted everybody to think they were tough." "Well, I'm proud of you for standing up to them. I think they were a pair of faggots, anyway." "Gordy, I asked you not to talk like that in front of Jeremiah," Amanda said. "I bet the two of them bugger each other every night, and then they go taking out their inadequacies on their teammates." "How can the twins be faggots if they're not men?" Jeremiah asked with genuine confusion. "Boys often learn how to become queers if their parents don't teach them any better." He looked at Amanda. "That is why we are having this conversation." "What does bugger mean?" Jeremiah asked. "Gordy, you don't need to answer that." Amanda almost spit out the food she was chewing. "It means one man doing it up another man's ass." "But the twins are boys," Jeremiah said once again, wondering just what it was that was done up a man's ass. "Boys can do it, too, and twin boys are notorious for it," Gordon said, remembering the Murphy twins from his own boyhood. "No matter who does it, it is simply wrong. If anybody ever suggests something like that to you, you have my permission to knock them on their ass." That statement had Jeremiah almost wishing somebody would ask him if he wanted to bugger them so he could knock him on his ass. "Neither of them came on to you did they?" Gordon asked. "Came on to me? What's that?" "It means they started talking to you about doing sex stuff." "No." Looking back at the talk a few months later, Jeremiah wished he had known enough to lie and say yes. It would have been one more way for him to knock the twins off of their pedestal. "This has to be one of the most unenjoyable dinner conversations I can remember, among many. You may leave the table Jeremiah. Your father and I have some talking to do." Gordon Hunt had all too often made the mistake of thinking that just because his wife was blond, had big tits, and an ass to die for, she had no brains. She was, in fact, a very bright woman, as evidenced by her work in computer technology. "Are you okay, Jeremiah?" Alden asked. Jeremiah shook the dinner conversation out of his head. "You weren't saying anything. You were just, like, staring at me. You must like looking at me naked." "Uh, no, that would be, like, really gay." "Nah, my cousin says it's just being curious about the human body and about sex. I mean if you took your boxers off and got naked I'd probably stare at you, too." "Well, I'm not going to do it because I'm not a faggot." "My cousin and I aren't faggots," Alden told Jeremiah. "But that doesn't mean we don't mess around. He's thirteen and knows lots of stuff. I can show you some of it." Jeremiah remembered what his father had said about somebody coming on to him and doubled his fists. He was ready to beat the crap out of Alden. He didn't care if Alden was his only real friend and that he was in Alden's bedroom. No faggot was going to come on to him. "Just flash me. I promise I won't ask you again." Alden was surprised at Jeremiah's reaction. He'd never thought of Jeremiah being embarrassed or shy about anything. Yet today he'd refused to shower naked or change his clothes in the locker room. Now he wouldn't even pull down his boxers. Alden had played show-and-tell before, and everybody at least pulled down their undies and flashed each other. "You promise you won't say anything to anybody?" "I promise." "You promise you won't come on to me?" "Dang, Jeremiah, you are really weirding out on me. I told you, I'm no faggot." Alden unconsciously played with his pink, cut, pubescent cock, getting hard in the process. Jeremiah stood up and pulled down his boxers, revealing his thin little nub of penis and his tight marble-sized balls. Like Alden, his pubic area was smooth as silk. He quickly pulled the boxers back up. "Satisfied?" Alden stood three feet in front of Jeremiah. He kept stroking himself, working his prepubescent boy cock into a rock hard boner. "Yours is small," he said. Jeremiah shoved Alden onto his bed. "You promised not to say anything," he yelled. He jumped on top of his friend ready to punch him in the face. But seeing Alden's boner had changed his mindset. Instead he lay on top of his friend, feeling the other boy's hard piece of exposed boy meat pushing against his bare belly. The strange feelings shot through him again, making his stomach and his tiny cock tingle. Both boys were frightened. Jeremiah was afraid of his feelings while Alden was afraid of Jeremiah's sudden burst of anger. It was Alden who broke the tension. "I didn't mean anything bad," Alden said. "I was just saying you didn't have a boner like I did." He had meant what he said, that Jeremiah had a tiny dick, he felt he had managed to weasel his way out of a tight corner. "I've never seen a boner before," Jeremiah said. "If you get off me, you can look at it even more." Jeremiah rolled off of Alden and looked at the rock hard cocklet poking up almost parallel to Alden's abdomen. The feelings within him were incomprehensible. He could hear his father's voice deriding faggots and wondered if looking at a boner made him a faggot, or Alden having a boner made him one. "You can touch it if you want," Alden said. "My cousin, Kirk, does and it feels really good. It's not gay. He has a girlfriend and everything. He says messing around isn't gay because we're just boys and it's having fun." "My dad says only faggots touch each other." Alden almost wished he hadn't backed down on his comment regarding Jeremiah's cock size. "Whatever you say, dude. But you're missing out on a lot of fun." "I just want to go in my sleeping bag and go to sleep." "Okay." Alden wanted to tell Jeremiah he could sleep with him, but decided not to push the matter. What he did know was that he had some valuable information regarding Jeremiah and couldn't help but wonder how he could exploit that knowledge. Jeremiah crawled into his sleeping bag full of confusion. He knew Alden was lying about what he meant when he told him he was small. He's seen enough boys in gym and swimming pool showers to know he was small down there, and he hated it. He also knew that Alden did sex things with other boys. Yet, Alden was his friend, so he couldn't be a faggot. But the biggest part of his confusion were the strong feelings he had when he saw Alden naked, then got the stronger ones when Alden popped a boner, and then the ones that overwhelmed him when Alden said it was okay to touch his boner. He should have been angry and ready to beat Alden up—instead, he wanted to touch him, wanted to feel him, to rub him, to stay on top of him and feel his steel rod poking his belly. He fell asleep wondering what was wrong with him. He didn't fail to notice that Alden slept in the nude. It was a few days later that Alden and Jeremiah each received an acceptance letter to the Puget Academy—at least their parents did. But they made contact quickly and were pleased they would both be attending the school together. It meant they would each have a friend there, which was an especially big deal for Jeremiah, who didn't have any real friends outside of Alden. They did not know until the first day of orientation that there would be two other boys they knew at the Academy: the Kirkwood twins, Matthew and Mark. At first, Jeremiah was furious to see the twins. He fantasized about beating the shit out of them one at a time. He hated the other three boys on their table team, threatening them, almost daring the twins to come after him. He would accept a bloody nose and a black eye to get them tossed out of the Puget Academy, just as he had set them up to get kicked off of the Orioles baseball team. Jeremiah went after Patrick, whom he saw as a little geek, first. Instead of going after his victim with violence, like he'd done during baseball season. He'd threatened Patrick, but so far he had simply flicked the younger boy's ears, giving Patrick the message that he was around and wasn't going to tolerate any shit from him. The English boy with glasses seemed to be unflappable; Jeremiah had plans for him as well. After his one run-in with Misha, he backed away from him. The stocky little Russian intimidated him. Jeremiah knew he had to defeat the twins again. There was no way he was spending four years going to school with two boys he despised topping the popularity charts. He was horrified to find out they were on the same bus. The only good part was that they weren't in the same class—at least not this year. Alden backed him on that, as did his new friend Tony. The three were ready to take the cocky duo and knock them down to size without ever laying a finger on them. Jeremiah conceded the twins were bigger and tougher than he was, but he felt he was smarter and meaner. Instead of being a threatening bully, Jeremiah took control of his seething anger and decided to outsmart the twins and their allies, just as he had during baseball season. He took on Alden's ways of acting nice while he was really plotting a way to defeat his "enemy." What he needed to succeed was some undercover help in Mr. Jackson's class. He needed boys to tell him what the twins were up to, either intentionally or unwittingly. He had Alden con a couple of boys to be his friend, and Alden became his conduit of information. As a result, Jeremiah had a plan to take the twins down. What he had in mind wouldn't get them kicked out of school, but it would send them the message that he ruled them, not the other way around. [Ellis's Book] Ellis didn't have many friends, but one of them was a boy named Barry. Barry was older and was about to turn thirteen. His birthday was on Friday, February 2nd, and he had an overnight party for a gang of his friends prior to his real party the next day that Ellis was invited to attend. That night they did something new; something a step beyond mutual masturbation. Barry's best friends and sex mates were all there: Frank, Tommy, Lloyd, Dax, and Wade. Frank was thirteen and had a bush of pubic hair they all admired, along with hair under his arms, on his legs, and the start of a treasure trail. Tommy was still twelve and still looking for his first pubic hair and his first emission of semen. Lloyd had scattered hairs to each side of his two-inch hanging penis and low hanging balls, with a hint of hair coming in at the base of his cock. Dax, who was twelve and Barry's best friend, had little hairs scattered around his pubic area. Wade was thirteen and also had a nice nest of hair, along with the lowest hanging penis and balls. Other than his pubic hair, he was hairless from the neck down. He also had the longest boner at just over six inches. It was Frank who was the leader of their sexcapades, and the night Barry became a teenager was no exception. "Have you guys ever thought of what getting a blow job is like?" Frank asked as the boys sat on the floor in the rec room. Their empty sleeping bags were scattered around the room. The boys were clad in t-shirts, underpants and socks. "Who doesn't think about that?" Wade asked. "Anybody ever had a blow job?" Frank asked. "Me," Wade said. "I have," Lloyd answered at the same time. "Whoa," Barry said. "From who?" "Lisa Tanner and Cindy Grayson," Wade answered. "Both of them at the same time?" Tommy asked. "No, doofus, at different times." Tommy, for all of his sexual experience with the other boys, was still somewhat naďve on the topic of sex. "Lisa did me, too," Frank said, "but I didn't know Cindy Grayson did you. When was that?" "She got me in the upstairs girls' room after school last Monday." "Holy shit, you went in the girls' room?" "The school was pretty much empty. I pulled my pants down in a stall and she got on her knees and blew me. It was hot, dudes. And Lisa blew me at Gina's party the same night she did Frank. We were both in Gina's bedroom with her. That was dope." "Did you get naked?" Dax asked. "Oh, hell ya," Frank said. "So did she. She wouldn't swallow, though, so Wade shot all over Gina's rug, but I blasted my shit right over her boobs." The boys all had their hands inside of their underpants and were busily stroking their now hard cocks. "Cindy wouldn't swallow either," Wade said. "I ended up blowing mine on the wall. I bet it surprised the janitor when he cleaned the place up." Yeah. Like you shoot out gallons of cum," Barry said sarcastically. "Why get sucked if they ain't gonna swallow?" Frank asked, his cock now sticking out of the pee-hole in his boxers. "This is dumb," Wade said. "If I'm gonna stroke myself, I gotta be free." He pulled off his boxers and displayed his six inch piece of thick, dark boy-meat. "Anybody want to stroke my awesome cock?" Tommy yanked off his blue briefs and scooted over next to Wade, putting his small hand around Wade's big tool. Tommy had a thing for the mature cocks of Wade and Frank. "Who sucked you, Lloyd?" Barry asked. "Jeff Landon." "He's an eighth grader," Wade said. "You got sucked off by a guy?" Dax asked. "I never thought Jeff was gay or anything." "Me and Jeff did it in the boys' locker room. We were the last ones in the shower after basketball practice a couple of weeks ago. We were both boned up and he asked if he could suck me off. Didn't bother me none, so he got on his knees and sucked me off and I blew my load. He told me he wasn't gay, just horny. I said it was all cool with me and I wouldn't tell anybody." "You just told us," Frank said. "Everything we ever said or did has always stayed between us, so it's no big deal telling you guys." "Did he swallow your load?" Frank asked. "Hell, ya. He ain't no girl. He's not afraid of cum like it sounds like they are." "Well, shit, dudes," Frank said. "If sucking cock is good enough for a stud like Jeff Landon then it should work for us." "What are you saying?" Dax asked. "I'm saying we should be giving each other blow jobs." "Like you've ever sucked a cock in your sorry life," Wade said. "Who says I haven't?" "You're shitting me. Who did you suck." "His cousin," Barry said. "Frank does everything with his cousin. Then he shows us, and it's, like, orgy time." Frank's cousin, John, was sixteen. The two started playing around three years ago when Frank was ten. "Nothing wrong with that," Frank said. "I mean you've been showing that little neighbor kid what I've been showing you guys." "He loves it," Barry said a bit defensively, knowing Frank was referring to Ellis. "So, let's learn how to suck cock and then you can show him and have your own private little cocksucker." After another fifteen or so minutes of back and forth talk, dares, and the usual comments about how gross sucking a dick was going to be, they ended up naked and paired off. Barry picked his best buddy Dax to be his partner, Frank had Lloyd, and Wade stuck with Tommy who was still playing with his cock. Frank knew what the number sixty-nine was about, but was smart enough not to bring it up. He wanted his friends to have some experience before taking them to the next level. Since Lloyd had been on the receiving end, he instructed him on how to give a blow job while the other four boys watched. None of them waited for Frank's climax; they were all too horny and too eager to do it for themselves. Dax went down on Barry, while Tommy, with his fixation on big, hairy cocks, went down on Wade, wondering what it would be like to have his mouth filled with Wade's boy juice. The boys didn't have to wait long for the inevitable conclusions. Wade, who had already been close to cumming, gave Tommy a mouth full of cum. Tommy swallowed almost all of it and loved the experience. Frank filled Lloyd's mouth soon after. Right away, Frank shook off his post-orgasmic depression and went down on Lloyd, bringing him off within seconds. As he lay on his back in a state of bliss, Lloyd wondered if Jeff Landon would let him go down on him. Jeff was fourteen and bigger than Frank or Wade. Lloyd found himself intrigued by the challenge. Dax swallowed Barry's light emission as the other four watched in the dark. Barry never got the chance to go down on his friend as Dax surprised everybody, including himself, with a no-touch cum just as Barry shot his load. Lloyd and Frank slept in their own sleeping bags, while Tommy slept with Wade, loving the feel and smells of the older, more mature tween. Dax and Barry slept cuddled together as they did often. The other four knew they were bed buddies and nobody cared. Barry had his actual party the next day, complete with pizza, cake and ice cream, and games. He invited a few other friends, including some girls. Ellis was among the invitees; he was excited to be in included with the older boys. "That little shit is cute," Frank said to Barry as the party wore on. Barry knew Frank was talking about Ellis. "Yeah, but he's hands off for now." "Except for you." Barry shrugged. "Like I said, he likes it." "He's what, ten? I was ten when John started teaching me shit." "He's nine." "Fuck, you do like them young." "I like him, not them." "Good enough. When can we touch him?" "Not for me to say. But let's not think about it until he's ten." Frank grinned. "That would be in August," Barry said, answering Frank's unasked question. "Can I at least see what he's got?" "Promise not to touch?" "Pinkie swear." Frank wrapped his pinkie around Barry's. Ellis was sitting with Dax, finishing up his cake and ice cream. "Ellis, come up to my room for a minute," Barry said. "Can I come, too?" Dax asked. "Yeah, but we gotta be quick." Frank, Dax, and Ellis followed Barry to his bedroom. Barry closed the door when they were all inside. "Frank thinks you're cute," Barry told Ellis. Ellis gave Barry a pleased grin. "He wants to see your dinky." "Dinky?" Frank asked. "Don't you mean his cock?" Ellis was a born exhibitionist. Instead of merely opening his pants, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his skinny, little boy chest. He then kicked off his shoes, opened his pants and pulled them off. "Damn, you're a fucking little horn dog," Frank said, his hand adjusting the growing package in his pants. Barry and Dax both felt themselves harden. Ellis pulled off his white briefs, showing off his pale body. His little cock was standing proudly at attention. "Everybody happy?" Ellis asked. "More than happy," Frank said. "Want to see mine?" Ellis nodded. Frank quickly yanked down his pants and boxers, revealing his five inches of rock hard boyhood. "You got tons of hair on yours," Ellis gushed. "Way more than Barry does." Barry blushed, suggesting they should get dressed before they were missed downstairs. Ells picked his clothes up off of the floor and sat on Barry's bed, dressing quickly. Frank pulled his pants up while Dax played with the bulge in his pants thinking about what he'd just seen. When everybody was ready, they headed back downstairs. "Damn, you are one lucky bastard," Frank told Barry. "He's more than cute, he is fucking sexy—and I'm not even gay." That night Ellis stayed overnight at Barry's. By nine they were saying good-night to Barry's parents and sequestering themselves in Barry's room. Barry's parents thought the long day had worn out their teen son. On the contrary, the day had invigorated him. "That was a fun party," Ellis said. "Your friends were really nice to me." "I think they all liked you," Barry said. "They think you're pretty cool." "Frank did a lot," Ellis giggled. "I couldn't believe that you took all of your clothes off." "No use just taking my pants down. I might as well show him everything. I like being naked, anyway." Ellis was taking off his clothes as he and Barry talked, and Barry quickly followed suit. "You're my nudist friend," Barry said. "Dax touched my...my...dinky," Ellis said, slowly drawing out the word dinky. "That was funny when you said dinky. It's really my cock, just like Frank said." Barry was momentarily angry about Dax fondling Ellis, but then remembered he'd told Frank not to touch Ellis, but had never said anything to Dax. "Did Dax feel you up through your pants?" Barry asked. "No, he put his hand in my pants and petted my boner." "Where did he do that?" Barry was surprised by his friend's actions. While Dax enjoyed sex with the group, he'd never been an aggressor. He wouldn't have been surprised at Frank going against his word, but Dax's action seemed out of character. "In the dining room when we went back and finished our cake. He did it under the table. It felt good." "Did you touch his?" Barry was feeling a bit jealous of his best friend. "Yes. He got his cum stuff on my hand." Now Barry was feeling totally jealous. "Did you have an orgasm?" "No. I'm glad I didn't. I want it with you," Ellis said with a sincere touch of innocence in his voice that erased any bad feelings that Barry had in him. "Are we going to hump? I brought some lipstick for kissing." "I thought we'd try something new tonight." "I like new things." "Do you know what a blow job is?" "It's when a boy puts somebody's dinky," once again he stretched out the word dinky, "in his mouth. It sounds nasty." "It's a fun kind of nasty." "You've done it?" "Yep, and after tonight you will, too." "Let's kiss first," Ellis said. "I like kissing." Thirteen-year-old Barry and nine-year-old Ellis spent the next twenty minutes trading tongue and spit and feeling each other's cocks and balls and plump boy asses. "I need to show you how to do blow jobs before I cum," Barry said between breaths. "You're going to love this." Barry started licking his young friend's nipples, then kissed and licked his way down the boy's belly, stopping to slip the tip of his tongue into Ellis's bellybutton. This is something he'd done numerous times and he knew that the little preteen loved it. It was the next step that was new and he continued down with his tongue until he was licking Ellis's bare pubic area. Ellis wiggled and let out a squeak as he felt the warm moisture of Barry's tongue right at the base of his two plus inches, which pushed hard against the teen's face. Barry then shifted position and started to lick Ellis's smooth scrotum, housing marble-sized balls that were pulled up tight. "That feels really good, Barry." Barry licked up Ellis's shaft. He was doing things with his mouth that he and Dax hadn't done the night before. The two of them had gone directly for each other's pubescent cocks and started sucking. He was giving Ellis his share of foreplay. The big moment came next as Barry put his lips around the pink head of the little boy's cocklet and let his tongue swirl around it. "Uh...uh...uh...Barry, that feels really, really good." Barry said nothing as he let Ellis's entire small cock slide into his mouth. He then used his tongue some more before he started bobbing his head and sucking in earnest. Ellis wiggled even more and squeaked even louder and then started to hump the teen's mouth. Barry had given him some awesome feelings since they started having sex, but nothing came close to matching what he was feeling now. It was like there was a fire in his cock that was spreading into his gut. His belly quivered, his body shook, he pushed up hard into Barry's mouth, and had a passionate dry cum that engulfed his entire body. He dropped his head back on the pillow, begging Barry to let go of his cock. "It tickles too much," he complained . Barry pulled off of Ellis and cuddled up to the young boy. At thirteen he didn't really know what being in love was about. At thirteen he didn't even know whether or not he was gay. But, even at thirteen, he knew he had special feelings for the naked little boy in his arms. Dax was his best friend, a person he felt he could say anything to and do anything with. But the skinny, girlish boy on his bed who loved to wear makeup, wasn't shy about being naked in front of anybody, and satisfied his sexual lust like nobody else, had found a special place in his heart. But, as much feeling as he had for Ellis, the sexual lust aspect was a key part of their relationship. And after Ellis's striptease in front of Frank and Dax, after hearing how Ellis got Dax to cum in the dining room, and after giving only his second blow job, and Ellis's first, his balls were aching he wanted to cum so badly. "Do you want to do me?" Barry asked. Ellis answered by doing what Barry had done to him. He licked Barry's nipples and then licked down his smooth, hairless torso. He licked the new teen's bellybutton, and then licked down to his sparse pubic hairs. He licked Barry's smooth hanging ball sac. He licked up Barry's almost four inch shaft. He licked the precum off of his cockhead. He licked back down the shaft. Barry moaned and cried. "Put it in your mouth. I want it in your mouth." "Are you going to shoot your stuff in my mouth?" "Only if it's okay with you. But, big boys let other boys do it." Ellis didn't question his older friend. He put as much of Barry's shaft into his mouth as he could and went to work bringing pleasure to the teen. He couldn't fit all of Barry's cock into his mouth, so he concentrated on the end of it, using his tongue and his lips. He didn't have to work on it for long because Barry was so turned on his body burned. "I'm gonna cum, Ellis. You can pull off now." Ellis kept his mouth around Barry's cock. Ellis was nine-and-a-half. He was a big boy. Big boys let other boys cum into their mouths. That was what Barry told him, so it must be true. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh Ellis I'm cummmmmming." Barry shoved his cock hard into Ellis's mouth causing him to gag. The teen quickly pulled back; then froze as he shot five hard wads of teen cum into the waiting mouth of the prepubescent boy. Not knowing what to do, Ellis swallowed what he could and the rest dribbled out of his mouth and down his chin, neck, and chest. Barry licked his emission off of Ellis's smooth skin. Then, on a whim, he kissed Ellis, getting a taste of the cum still floating in the boy's mouth. "Oh, fuck, Ellis. You are so awesome. That was the best cum ever. Even better than when Dax did it." "Dax did it to you?" "Yeah. He gave me my first and only blow job until today." Ellis snuggled up to Barry. "I liked that. It felt good when you did it. I liked it when you cum in my mouth. It tasted good." Barry pulled Ellis close to him. Ellis looked up at him and said, "I love you. Barry." He placed his head on Barry's bare chest, falling asleep as he dreamed of having an army of cocks in front of him. He was hooked on oral sex, as he had been on every other sexual act he'd done with Barry. ++++++++++++ Ellis's father had insisted that his son take the Puget Academy entrance exam. He recognized the native intelligence of the boy. He was successful in school, but Gordon Zwingle felt he wasn't challenged enough. He learned from the Academy's literature there was a limit to hair length and that wearing a school uniform was required. He hoped that meeting the school's standards would make him less girlish. Ellis passed the test with flying colors. While the tuition would mean tight budgeting, Gordon could afford it. Ellis's mother was not happy about the choice of schools. She felt Ellis was doing fine in public school, that his long hair and sometimes frilly mode of dress suited him, and that the family couldn't afford the tuition. She lost her argument and, at the end of August, Ellis found himself attending orientation at the Puget Academy. He had turned ten about three weeks before school started. His party was a small one, although bigger than his past ones had been. He invited Barry and Dax for dinner and cake, along with his lone friend at school, Alex. All three attended, but Alex couldn't remain for the night, which was fine with Ellis, who wanted the first overnight at his house to involve sex. Since February, he and Barry had enjoyed sex together at least once a week or more. Dry humping, mutual masturbation, and blow jobs were all part of the routine. After Frank had shown Barry's gang what sixty-nine was about, Barry showed Ellis. Ellis joined Barry in three sexual encounters with Dax, all of them involving his sucking Barry and Dax, once licking and sucking their cocks at the same time as the two teens kept them pressed together. He also had two encounters with Frank. The first time he sucked off Frank with Barry watching. Both Ellis and Barry learned from Frank how good a finger or two up the ass felt. The other time he and Barry learned what butt fucking was about as Frank took Barry's cherry with Ellis watching. It was the first new thing Barry had learned from Frank that didn't involve an orgy with the entire gang. Ellis asked Barry about being fucked, but Barry said he was too young to do it. That would change in Ellis's bedroom on his tenth birthday. Barry felt Ellis shouldn't lose his virginity until he was ten. Of course he felt that way about Frank touching Ellis, but that resolution had gone by the wayside long ago. "You're going to do what?" Dax asked Barry as they settled down in Ellis's bedroom. "I'm gonna take his cherry. I'm gonna fuck his butt." "Just because Frank did it to you?" "And because he's old enough." "How do you know?" "Frank said so. Frank got fucked when he was ten." "You guys are talking about me, right?" Ellis asked. "I just wanted Dax to know where we were coming from." "My mom doesn't give me any privacy. She could walk in while we're doing it." "Or she might not," Barry said. "I don't care if she catches me. She might like seeing you doing me since she thinks I'm a girl anyway." "But, you like wearing makeup and shit, right?" Ellis grinned. "I have an idea so she won't bother us. Wait here." He found his mother watching television in the living room. He told her how Dax and Barry wanted to pretend they were staying overnight with a girl and asked her to make him up for them. His hair hadn't yet been cut for school, so she could comb it out, too. Reba smiled and said she'd be happy to do it. "But, you gotta leave us alone after they see me, okay?" "But I want to see their reactions after doing all of that work, sweetie." "You can. How about if I kiss them while you watch?" "I will make them think they are really kissing a girl," Reba promised. "And mom, if you leave us alone I'll do anything you want in bed with you for one night." "I will hold you to that promise." "I know." "Well, then, let's get started. They can watch if they want." By the time Reba finished putting make-up and girl's clothing on her son, Dax swore he was looking at a girl. Ellis asked if he wanted to kiss him, but Dax backed off. Barry didn't however, and Reba watched, amazed at the sensuous kiss the young teen gave her son. Dax finally followed with a kiss of his own, but it was chaste compared to Barry's. "Remember, mom, don't bother us," Ellis said. Reba knew what was going to happen in Ellis's bedroom. She knew the two teens would have sex with her son. But, he seemed eager for it to happen. He was eager to be their girlfriend, just like he would be her little girl the next time he slept with her. She was willing to give the boys their fun tonight so she could get what she'd wanted for so long at a later date. Knowing they wouldn't be disturbed the boys quickly got naked in Ellis's room. There was some preliminary kissing and then Barry fucked his ten-year-old friend. Ellis had enjoyed Frank's fingers up his ass as well as Barry's. Now he got the real thing. As his older friend fucked him, he squealed and moaned from the pain and the pleasure. He didn't care if his mother heard him, because she had promised to leave them alone. After Barry unloaded his teen cum into Ellis's no longer virgin ass, Ellis knew he was hooked on fucking just like he was on everything else sexual he and Barry had done. He also knew he wanted Frank up his ass just like he wanted Dax now. But Dax wanted to do Barry. So, instead of fucking Ellis, he fucked his best friend. Ellis sucked Barry's cock and watched Dax's dick piston in and out of his best friend's ass. Ellis jerked himself off to an orgasm just as Dax lost his own virginity. Barry emptied himself into Ellis's mouth just moments after. Ellis was ten, on the cusp of puberty. He'd been having sex with his friend for almost a year. He'd done sex with Barry's friends Dax and Frank. He loved being naked with boys. He loved sex. He wanted to be in one of Barry's orgies. He'd wanted to suck all of his friends on the same night. Now, after his tenth birthday night, he wanted them to fuck his ass as well. If somebody had told Ellis he was becoming a slut, he would have smiled and agreed. On the evening before the first day of school, he let his mother paint his toenails. He thought they looked sexy and was sorry he had to cover them with shoes and socks. He still hadn't slept with his mother since making his promise to her, but he knew she would patiently wait until he was ready. The biggest worry Ellis had going into the first day of school was making a friend. He had Alex as a friend in his old school. He still had Barry and even Dax as friends now, even though they were both older than him. At orientation he found that he liked the boys on his table team, The Fantastic Five. But he didn't see any budding friendships there. He wondered what he would have to do so people would like him. He was willing to do anything necessary. Next: Lessons