Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 20:19:07 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Puget Posse Chapter 34 Welcome Back. The Posse has their social studies projects in their sights, and in the process they learn a lot about each other. Thanks for being a reader, and thanks to all of you who write. You are the payment I get as a writer. Please donate to the Nifty Archive. Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 34 FRIDAY NIGHT SIGHTS Thanksgiving had passed. Christmas break was coming up. The big Social Studies project was due on Monday. It was Friday, December 7, a big weekend for the Puget Posse. On top of everything else going on, it would be the first weekend in which there would be sleepovers among Posse members. The boys had their plans, but as plans were wont to do, they changed some as the weekend unfolded. The Posse members weren't the only fifth graders spending the night that weekend; some other boys they knew were doing so as well. [FRIDAY] Mark rode home on Bus 1 with Misha. Bus 1 was also Neville's bus. Mark sat with Misha while Neville and Chase, who were in their class, sat in the seat behind them. Mark started telling corny jokes, which had Misha and Chase cracking up, while Neville tried to look reserved and above it all. "What did they call it when the guy ran over his canary with his lawn mower?" Mark asked. After the obligatory "I don't knows," Mark gave the answer. "Shredded Tweet." That one finally broke down Neville's reserve and all of the laughter he'd been holding back flooded to the surface. By the time they got to his house, he was laughing so hard he was crying and fighting for breath. "Damn," Mark said, "when Neville changes from a zombie to a human he goes all in." "Did you guys have a tickle fest back there?" Mr. Richards, the bus driver, asked. Mr. Richards was also one of the school's groundskeepers. His comment got Neville laughing even harder as he stumbled off of the bus. "I wish you rode our bus every day," Chase said. "You're funny." Mark's sense of humor was nothing new for Chase, since he and Matthew often sat with him and the F-5 at lunch. Everybody was under control by the time the bus reached Misha's house. The two boys raced into the house where they were greeted by Lois. While Lois only worked a half-day and had the time to take Misha to and from school, she thought it was beneficial for him to have the social experience of riding the bus with his peers. "What are you two finding so funny?" she asked, whereupon Misha told her Mark's joke. "Oh, you boys and your gross jokes," she chuckled. "That joke isn't gross," Mark said, "it's true." Lois continued to chuckle to herself at Mark's boyish enthusiasm, but kept a straight face and tried to divert their attention by saying, "There's cookies and milk on the kitchen table." The boys munched on chocolate chip cookies as Mark told Lois a couple of the jokes he'd shared on the bus. When the boys finished eating, he politely thanked her for the cookies and the boys took off for Misha's room, leaving Lois wondering how Mark's mother survived raising him times two. Yes, he was loud and wild, but, as she had observed on his other visits, he was also polite and well-mannered when the circumstances called for it. After dinner the boys spent the evening goofing around as boys do, sharing jokes with Misha's father after he came home, and playing games. Misha also showed Mark the basics of playing chess. Mark's math-oriented brain took a liking to the game. They never got to an actual game because of the gigantic gap in their skill levels, but Misha did show Mark some basic strategies. "Everybody is talking about how you kicked that eighth grader's ass at the chess club," Mark said. "His name is Cole and he is very good. I was very lucky to win. He made some mistakes at the beginning." Misha didn't mention that the mistakes came about because of his opening gambit. Nor did he mention that Cole had stopped him in the hall that morning asking Misha to show him what it was he'd done. They agreed to meet Monday morning with a chess board so Misha could teach the opening to Cole. "Is it true they call you the chess czar at the club now?" "Yes, it is." "Wow, I'm friends not only with a Russian, but with a Russian czar. That is beyond cool." The boys were stripped down to t-shirts and boxers as they played and chatted in Misha's room. When Lois came in to wish them good- night, she wasn't bothered by their lack of dress. Almost two years of having a preadolescent boy had gotten her used to the foibles of that age. When it came time for bed, Mark laid his sleeping bag out on the floor and crawled in. Misha stripped naked and planted himself under the covers of his bed. The boys weren't ready to sleep yet and chatted in the dark. "Do you like having a twin brother?" Misha asked. "Yeah, it's pretty good," Mark said. "Well, except when it isn't." "Do you ever have fights? I mean not arguments, but real fights." "Sometimes, but we make up really fast. Usually in our beds." "You mean you do...?" "Yep, best way to make up after a fight." The chat turned to school when, after a brief pause, Mark asked Misha a question that seemed to come out of the blue. "So, now you know that me and Matthew like messing around? Did you mess around any in Russia at your orphanage?" Misha thought for a moment. While he'd often dropped hints that he did sexual things at the orphanage, he never actually confessed to it. But he trusted Mark as well as Matthew and decided it was time for the truth to come out. "Yes, we did. We did a lot of stuff there." "Did you, like, sleep together?" "Very often." "Cool. But, I wouldn't want to be an orphan so I could play around every night. It's way better to have a brother to do it with. Plus, a guy's gotta have a mom and dad." Mark realized what he'd said and added, "Sorry, no offense Misha." "It's okay, I have a mom and dad now." "You can have my sisters, though." He looked up at Misha. "Did you have a really good friend there? I mean, somebody who was your best friend?" "Yes. Nikki was my best friend. My very best friend ever." Misha hadn't talked about Nikki with anyone either, and found himself tearing up as he talked about the boy who had been his lover. "And you did stuff together?" "Yes, very much stuff. He was two years older than me. He was my bed master." "Bed master? That's sounds kind of scary." "With some, it was scary. With most bed masters it was good. With Nikki it was the best thing in the world." "Did anybody ever try to make you do stuff?" "They tried. They got black eyes and a bloody nose from me." "Damn, Misha, you're so awesome. You're my kind of dude." It got very still in the room until Mark asked, "Do you wish you had a best friend here?" At first, Mark just heard more of the silence and then he heard the muffled sniffling. He got out of his sleeping bag and into Misha's bed, putting his arm around the bare shoulder of his friend. "It's okay if you cry, Misha. I bet you miss him a lot." "I miss him very much. He used to send me emails. I have not heard from him since a very long time." He snuggled up closer to Mark. "Please take everything off." Mark was almost a total horn dog, but the key word was almost. He was also a perceptive boy and knew when not to be sexual. "I don't know if we should mess around tonight." Mark could feel the thickness of the emotion in the bed. "I do not wish to mess around. I just want you to be naked with me in my bed. I want a friend with me tonight. In the orphanage, when you felt very bad, a friend would come into bed to be with you. We hardly ever had our pajamas on." Mark pulled off his t-shirt and then his boxers, throwing them both on the floor. Misha draped himself around Mark, who could feel the tears drip on his bare chest. He wasn't totally sure what to do, but instinct told him to just hold Misha tight and let him lead the way. "Is there somebody you like a lot who you want to be your very best friend?" Mark asked. "I don't mean like Nikki was, I just mean a very, very best friend you can do anything with." "Yes." "Is he in the Posse?" "Yes." "It's Patrick, right? I can tell you like him a lot." Misha squeezed Mark and uttered a muffled, "Yes." Misha and Mark's naked bodies were entwined, but neither one had an erection. Misha knew intuitively that there would be no sex between them that night, just like he knew there would be sex of some kind in the future, maybe very often. He also knew intuitively that Mark was now a new best friend, but he was not his very best friend, like Nikki was. At eleven, his gaydar was not yet calibrated, but he sensed that while Mark loved doing sex, being a best friend like Nikki had been was not something he was interested in. He also knew intuitively that no matter what, Mark would be a best friend in every other sense. He also recognized that there was a lot about Patrick that attracted him, even if he couldn't say what it was. He didn't know if Patrick wanted to be the kind of friend that Nikki had been, but he knew he wanted Patrick as a very best friend. The kiss that Patrick had given him at his eleventh birthday party sealed the deal for Misha. He wanted Patrick to be his special friend. His heart told him Patrick wanted the same thing. And yet, he couldn't work up the courage to pull the trigger. "Why don't you just ask him to spend the night and talk to him?" Mark asked. "I mean, fuck, you're talking to me really good." Misha was afraid to ask Patrick because for all of his growth since coming to America, he still had a deep seated fear of failure and rejection. As much as he trusted Mark, he was fearful of admitting that to his friend. "You're cool, Misha. No matter what, I will always be your friend." Misha dropped some more tears, this time from happiness instead of loneliness. He was loving being naked in bed with Mark, loving being wrapped around him. This was different than Ben. With Ben he never felt really close, even when they were in bed together. With Mark, it was about being with a friend and sharing his warmth. He knew Mark would do anything for him, and that was all he needed to know. He fell asleep cuddled with a best friend. ++++++++++++ After Neville calmed down from his laughter, he gave some thought to what had transpired on the bus. Maybe the twins weren't so bad after all, he thought. After all, they had made him laugh, well, one of them had made him laugh. Perhaps that was the key, that being with one of the twins could be fun, but being with both of them seemed to be a pain. Deep thoughts about other people was not something Neville had much, so he turned on the television and found some mindless cartoons to watch. That night, loneliness hit him, as it so often did at night. He knew that nobody was lonely in Dylan's room; Cody and Evan were both visiting. He'd played some games with them after dinner and was invited to sleep with them. "There isn't enough room for four of us," Neville protested. "We can sleep in the rec room," Dylan said. "But, that makes it harder to mess around," Evan said. "Well, then maybe we won't mess around tonight," Cody said. "Then Neville can be with us. We all know he doesn't like messing around much." Neville got his hopes up and then had them dashed when it was decided they would sleep in Dylan's room. "There's plenty of space," Dylan said. "Evan can sleep with me, and you and Cody can sleep in your sleeping bags on the floor. You can even bring your air mattress," he told Neville. Neville decided to remain in his room. He was tempted to go to Dylan's room. As usual, he had mixed feelings about getting sexual with other boys. On the one hand, he didn't mind doing it, but on the other hand, he felt it was totally wrong. If only Dylan had a girlfriend over there, he thought, then I would go right over and be with them. He decided to have a good wank before falling asleep when he heard a quiet knock at his door. "Who is it?" he asked. "It's me, Cody." "Come in." Neville wondered what Cody wanted. He found out quickly enough when Cody walked in totally naked, sporting an erection. "You're naked," Neville told him. "Wow, thanks for telling me. I couldn't tell." "Sorry, that was kind of a dumb thing for me to say. What are you doing here instead of messing around with Dylan and Evan?" Cody sat on Neville's bed. "They want to try something new they read about. It's way too gay for me." Neville's pubescent cock started to stir as he wondered what it was they were going to try. "What are they going to do?" he finally asked, since Cody wasn't offering to elaborate. "Fuck." "Are you mad? Did you mess something up?" Neville misunderstood Cody's use of the word with so many meanings. "No, I meant fuck, like they are going to fuck." "You mean Dylan is going to fuck Evan? How?" Neville had an inkling of how, but he wanted to hear it from Cody. "Up the ass. Only Evan is going to go up Dylan's ass." "With his willy?' "That's how it's done. I don't want to do it and I don't want to watch it." "What are you going to do, then?" Neville asked. "I was hoping you and me could jerk each other off. That's not gay stuff like fucking." "Don't you and Dylan give each other blow jobs? Isn't that gay stuff?" "No, but fucking is, because you kiss and do what a guy is suppose to do with a girl, only you do it with a boy. You can't jerk off a girl or suck her dick, so it's not gay when you do it with a guy. But, you can fuck a girl, so fucking a guy is gay." "Oh," Neville said as he received as good an explanation as he'd heard about what being gay meant. "So, do you want to or not?" Neville saw that Cody was rock hard and ready. Neville knew that he was, too. "I have a boner," Neville told Cody. "You can see I got one, too," Neville pulled his bedding over. "Get in my bed," he whispered. Cody was eleven and given to fits of pubescent horniness. Neville had turned ten four months previously and was not quite as influenced by hormones, which is not to say they didn't have a say in his thinking and actions. This was one of those times. There were no preliminaries and no foreplay. Cody and Neville were two horny young boys whose sole goal was to get each other off and to enjoy the best feeling in the world in one of the best ways they knew how to—almost. About five minutes into their mutual masturbation, Cody asked Neville if he could suck his dick. Neville's hormone-driven mind said yes, but what remained of his rational mind said no. "Not tonight. Maybe some other time," Neville said. Both he and Cody were certain that other time would never come. They manipulated each other a few more minutes when Cody said, "I like the skin on your cock. Does it feel good when I play with it like that?" "Yes, very good. You can try this, too." He showed Cody how to rub along his head, and Cody tried it, causing Neville to moan. "We could rub our cocks together," Cody said. "I'm really close." "Me, too. It will feel really good." Cody started to drape himself over the younger boy, but Neville pushed him away, wondering why Cody didn't think that action was what gay guys did. And so, it was back to mutual masturbation until Cody shook with a dry cum. He kept up taking care of Neville. As the pace of his strokes increased, they both heard a long moan through the walls. "Was that Dylan or Evan moaning?" Cody asked. Neville didn't care as he shook with a dry orgasm of his own. He remembered when Dylan told him how much better the orgasm was when somebody else jerked you off. Dylan had been right about that. As he heard another moan come through the wall, he wondered what else Dylan was right about. "Can I sleep with you?" Cody asked. "I don't want to sleep with the boooooyfriends tonight." "Sure." Neville didn't see the harm in doing somebody else a favor. That night, for the first time, Neville slept naked with another naked boy. ++++++++++++ Matthew and Patrick hopped on Bus 2 after school, just like they usually did. Matthew sat next to Patrick. When Will boarded the bus, he was surprised. "This is different. Where is Mark?" Will asked. "We told you this morning; he's spending the night at Misha's," Matthew told him. "I don't have time to spend the night with anybody. We need to get our project done. I mean it is due on Monday, you know." "We know," Patrick said. "We have all of our reports finished. We just need to put everything in place on our diorama and it will be ready, too." Patrick might have been the youngest member of the Posse, but he had gained the complete respect of his teammates as the leader of their project. He was totally organized and had a comprehensive schedule of when each part of the project was to be completed by the time his first week as project organizer was to end. As a result, the team had virtually no last minute items to take care of, except a few tweaks to their dioramas. "I wish we had two dioramas," Will said. "We had a couple of guys, like Mike and Lucas, who put in hardly any work." "The rules said if your team had five or more on it you could do two of them," Matthew said. "Everybody but me voted to have just one. I guess it was so they could get away with doing next to nothing." "I thought you were, like, the dictator of the F-Five." "I was until we started the dioramas. Then, everybody wanted to vote. After we voted, I couldn't make those two guys show up for anything." "Are you going to be finished?" Patrick asked. "Yeah, and it won't be half bad. Ellis and Chase are really good artists and they did most of the work." "But you still have more to do?" "We're all supposed to meet at my house tomorrow. It would be cool to have overnights, but then, who would want to sleep with Ellis around?" "How come you wouldn't?" Matthew asked. "I think he's pretty cool." Mrs. Deaver started to close the door when Tony jumped on board. He saw the seat next to Will was open and sat in it. "Hey, Tony. Where's Jeremiah?" Will asked. "He's at Conrad's house. The Fireballs are gonna finish their project tomorrow, but I guess they're getting some stuff done ahead of time. And no, they're not spending the night together. " As the bus left the bus zone, Matthew turned around to finish his conversation with Will. He didn't like Tony because Tony was a buddy of Jeremiah, but he didn't think Tony was a really bad guy, either. "So, why wouldn't anybody want to be at a sleepover with Ellis?" Matthew asked again. "You know why," Will said. He might have given his reason, but he didn't trust Tony because he was associated with Jeremiah. "Well, some peeps think he's weird with him painting his nails and stuff like that," Matthew said. Tony made note of what Matthew said. He didn't know about the relationship Ellis had with Jeremiah and Alden. What he did know is that Jeremiah liked getting dirt on the twins and spent much of his time on the bus trying to overhear what they were saying and watch what they were doing. Tony got off of the bus at Jeremiah's stop, saying that the housekeeper would let him into Jeremiah's house until his mother came to pick him up. As soon as Mrs. Deaver closed the door of the bus, Will tapped Matthew on the shoulder. "You should never have said that Ellis is weird," Will told him. I never said he was weird," Matthew said. "I said some peeps think he's weird, and it's true." "Bobcat Two even said he thought Ellis was cool," Patrick offered. "I don't trust Tony or anybody who hangs with Jeremiah." "Jeremiah is gonna go after me and Mark no matter what we say, so why should we stop saying what we think?" "I don't know, I just don't trust him." "Maybe I should just kick his ass and get it over with. It's gonna happen someday. Either Mark or me is just gonna kick the shit out of him and he'll deserve everything he gets." When Matthew and Patrick arrived at Patrick's house, only Maxine was home. "Hi, Grannana," Patrick said, giving the old lady a hug. "Hello, Paddy. Did you have a good day at school?" "Yes, ma'am." She looked at Matthew and said, "My, you're getting to be a big boy. Give me a hug, too." Matthew hugged Maxine as well. "There is only one of you today?" Maxine asked. "How am I going to stand the quiet?" "There will be none of us as soon as Matthew's mom shows up, and then it's going to be really quiet," Patrick said. "Come on, Bobcat, I need to change clothes and get my stuff to take with me." Patrick was excited to be spending the night with his friend. He wished, however, that both of the twins would be there to double his fun. Like Maxine, it almost seemed too quiet being around just one of the look-alikes. That night, Patrick had fun playing Risk with Matthew, his parents, and his sisters. It was his first time playing the game. He knew his father had it stored in a closet, but he wasn't eager to learn how to play. It looked like it was boring and much too hard. He was wrong about that. It was a game full of strategy mixed with luck. While he didn't yet grasp all of the subtleties of the game, he played it well enough to hang on as one of the last two players. Matthew hammered his last outpost in Brazil to win the game, but Patrick had a lot of fun playing. Like Mark and Misha, Patrick and Matthew didn't sleep together to start. Patrick didn't need his sleeping bag, however, as he would be sleeping in Mark's freshly made bed. He slid naked in between the crisp sheets and reveled in the feel. "I like that you sleep naked," Matthew said. "I like that you do, too." "Want me to turn out the light. I mean we've looked at each other naked, so what else is there to see?" "Nothing, I guess. Go ahead and turn it off." The room was quickly darkened. Matthew had a boner and felt horny. He wondered if Mark was horny at Misha's house and wondered what the two of them were doing. He hoped whatever it was had to do with sex. "Is it weird having a twin brother?" Patrick asked, disturbing Matthew's thoughts. "Not really, and if I start feeling weird, I beat him up." "For real?" "Well, I do beat him up sometimes, but not because it's weird being a twin." "Does he ever beat you up?" After a moment's silence, Matthew stuck to his resolve of telling the truth as much as he could. "Sometimes, but I think I beat him up more. Not that we ever keep score." "After you guys beat each other up, does one of you go sleeping in another room?" "Well, we don't really fight that much. But when we do, we usually end up sleeping in the same bed." "For real?" "We like it better when we quit being mad at each other." Then Matthew giggled, adding, "But, sometimes we like being mad at each other, too." "So, you two just sleep together?" Patrick could feel jolts shooting through his belly and groin. He had no doubt what they were about. "No way. We can't make up that way. We get each other off, then we feel better and don't go to sleep mad. One time I had to be careful because I bruised his ribs and it hurt if I laid on him. It was kinda funny. I wish our sisters would make up the same way. It would make it more fun getting mad at them." "I wish I had a brother to do stuff with." "We were nine like you when we started messing around. And I know you like to do stuff because I been with you when you did it." Horniness didn't hit Patrick very often, at least not as often as the older Posse boys, but his little cock was hard. He knew what he wanted, and it was under the covers of the bed across the room. He didn't have to wait long to hear what he wanted to hear. "Want to come over to my bed?" Matthew asked. Matthew turned on the desk lamp as if Patrick's answer was a foregone conclusion. Without a word, Patrick left Mark's bed and climbed into Matthew's bed. Matthew reached around and turned the light back off. "Damn, dude, you are totally boned." He felt the nine-year-old's three- and-a-quarter inch piece of boy meat. "Fuck," he whispered, "that thing is like a piece of steel or something. So is mine, but yours is beyond hard. Feel mine Patrick and find out how hard it is." Patrick felt Matthew's stiff shaft, which was longer than his by half-an- inch. "Yours is really hard." Patrick knew what he wanted to do to Matthew. He discovered from his Uncle Roy that he loved having a cock in his mouth. He knew Matthew was dry, which would make it much simpler since he wouldn't have to deal with cum. He scooted under the covers and placed his lips around Matthew's rock hard cock. Matthew moaned quietly, his boy soprano coming out almost like a squeak. He knew that Misha had sucked Mark before and wondered if he was doing it again tonight. Fuck it, he thought, Patrick is doing me and he is awesome. Patrick bobbed and tongued and licked and played with Matthew's balls and found his friend's ass and rubbed his crack and followed the teachings of his teen uncle. Matthew bounced and cried out, telling Patrick how good it all felt. Mark had told him how good Misha was at sucking his cock. Matthew didn't see how he could have done any better than what Patrick was doing right then in his bed. He humped the little nine-year-old's mouth, managing to squeak out, "Oh, shit, Patrick, I'm cumming," and his dick contracted like mad to shoot out the little sperms that were not quite ripe—but would be soon. Patrick felt the spasms and suddenly wished Matthew shot sperm like Roy did; he missed the taste and creamy texture. Matthew fought to catch his breath, telling Patrick over and over again how awesome he was. Patrick rolled over on his back and started jerking himself off. Matthew would have none of that. He yanked the covers off and went down on Patrick. It took less than five minutes for the younger boy to have his own dry cum. His first wet one was still a long way off. Both boys got out of bed to pee, enjoying a urine sword fight as they watched each other urinate. When they returned to the bedroom, Matthew said, "We can keep Mark's sheets fresh. You can sleep with me." Patrick didn't argue and the two preteens quickly snuggled together. "Misha wants to be best friends with you," Matthew said. "How do you know?" "He keeps hinting at it, and so do you. You need to get his ass in your bed and trade BJs with him. I mean you both do it, and you're both good at it from what Mark says, so what's stopping you?" "I dunno. I kissed him once on his cheek." "Awesome. Get the lips next time." "Everybody says if you kiss a boy you're a homo." Matthew didn't count kissing his brother as true kissing. "Who cares? None of us is even a teenager so how can we be homos?" Patrick shrugged in the dark. "I dunno, it's just what everybody says." "You know what my dad says about everybody?" "No. What does he say?" "He says everybody is full of shit." He and Patrick giggled, then fell silent, and then fell asleep, Patrick's last thoughts were on Misha's boner at Wild Waves and on the kiss he planted on Misha's cheek at his birthday party. +++++++++++ "But mom, Barry said I can spend the weekend and his mom and dad said I could, so why can't I?" Ellis complained. "Because his mother and father won't be home?" "So? It's just gonna be me, Tommy, and Barry and you know we'll behave." "I know you're all good boys, but you're only ten years old and boys your age shouldn't be alone." "I won't be alone. And Barry's going to be fourteen soon. That's like almost grown up." "How about we make a deal," Reba, his mother, said. "I hate your deals. I'm not making any more deals." Reba wondered where her sweet, pliant son had disappeared to. He was only ten, yet adolescent behavior and attitude seemed to be hitting him already. "This is about a deal you already made." "Oh, that one. I hate that one, too." "If you sleep with me tonight and do as I ask, you can be at Barry's before lunchtime and you can spend the night." "I can go anyway. If dad was here, he'd let me go. And he sure wouldn't make me sleep with you." "I won't ask you again for a long time." "You never ask. You tell me if I do it, then I can do what I want to anyway. And besides you can't ask me to sleep with you when dad is here. And I'm gonna sleep with him when we go to the mountains and it's better than sleeping with you. You know why?" "Ellis, you just need to follow through on your promise and I won't bother you for a long time." Ellis ignored her, going on with his out of character rant that was fueled by pubescent hormones. "The reason he's better than sleeping with you is that he doesn't try doing sex with me." At that point, a crisis was averted, but barely. If Ellis had been a year or two older, he would have grabbed his coat and left for Barry's, telling his mother to fuck off. Instead, he stood in the middle of the living room, glaring at his mother, not sure what to do next. Reba knew that even if Ellis came to bed with her, he wouldn't be in any kind of mood to do anything she wanted. Sexual hormones were flowing in her as much as any adolescent. She came to the conclusion that the best thing was to let Ellis go to Barry's and get out her vibrator. "You can go to Barry's, but with some conditions." Ellis was so happy he couldn't contain himself. "What?" he asked, his voice still angry despite his unexpected triumph. "You call me tonight at ten, and you call me tomorrow in the morning, in the afternoon, and at ten at night." "I can do that." Ellis thought that sounded reasonable. Reba then placed a piece of paper on the coffee table and wrote on it, handing it and the pen to Ellis. "It says you promise you will do what you said you would do before you can stay at Barry's overnight again." "That's not fair. That means I can't stay at his house when dad comes back home." "Okay, except for when your father is home." Ellis felt just like he did when Alden blackmailed him with the picture. He felt used and worthless. He saw no way out and signed the note. "Happy?" he spit. "And you will enjoy our night, too. You will be my little girl." Ellis said nothing. He went to his room, packed his overnight bag, grabbed his coat and reentered the living room. He didn't need his sleeping bag; he and his mother both knew where he would be sleeping. He went to the door, turned around, and glared at his mother. "Fuck you. I hate you. And I ain't no girl!" he screamed with vehemence. His mother had finally tipped the balance and he was a furious boy. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his little penis, making sure his mother could see it. "I'm a boy, boy, boy, boy," he yelled as he pulled on his soft member. "Look, mother, look! See, I'm all boy," he shouted as he pulled his pants and underpants down to his knees so his mother could see all of his hardening package. When she looked, but said nothing, he pulled his pants back up, but kept his now erect penis sticking out of his zipper so his mother could see it while he walked out of the front door. He maintained his fury as he walked to Barry's house. It was dark, so he couldn't ride his bicycle—he was willing to push the envelope only so far. Alden and Jeremiah were making his life miserable at school, his mother was making his life miserable at home, and his father was hardly ever around. At least he had Barry, and couldn't wait to get to his house. When Ellis got to Barry's, he rang the doorbell relentlessly. He saw the drapes part quickly, and then Barry opened the door wearing boxers and an unbuttoned shirt. Ellis looked at the older boy's body, marveling at how it had grown since they'd met. Barry was lean and strong with good muscle definition, which Ellis found stimulating. "Hey, Ellis, I thought you couldn't come tonight." Ellis thought Barry's breath smelled strange. "Damn, you walked here with your dick hanging out. That rocks." Barry's speech sounded slurred and his breath smelled. "My mom changed her mind," Ellis said, without going into detail or commenting on his open trousers. "Cool. Me and Tommy are watching `Batman, the Dark Knight'. It's kind of lame, but not terrible." Ellis followed Barry into the den where Tommy was sitting in just his briefs. He noticed that Barry was having problems walking a straight line. "Hey, Ellis," Tommy said. "Hi, Tommy." Ellis liked how Tommy looked, too. Even at thirteen he was built more like Ellis, skinny, with little muscle definition. The last time Ellis saw him, Tommy still didn't have pubic hair. "We got lots of pop and still have pizza left," Barry said. Ellis noticed four cans of beer on the coffee table. "Did you guys drink those?" "All by ourselves." "Won't your dad get mad?" "He won't know. Frank had his cousin buy a six-pack for us. He said that was enough for a couple of rookies. Well, after tonight we won't be rookies any more. And we got two more left." "I'm feeling really good," Tommy said. "My face feels kinda numb though." "I'll go get the last two and we can finish watching the movie." He came back with two cans of beer, handed one to Tommy and popped the tab on the other. "Can I have a taste?" Ellis asked. "Sure. You can be grownup with us." He handed his can to Ellis who took a sip and almost spit it out. "That tastes gross", he said. "Well, like I said, we got plenty of pop. You better drink some or my mom will wonder why we didn't drink much of it," Barry giggled. "Take your clothes off," Tommy said. "All of them?" "You know you like being naked," Barry said, as he giggled some more. "I mean you were starting to get naked on your way here." Ellis was completely naked in a hurry. "Aren't you guys gonna get naked." "Now that you're here we are. Tommy was worried I'd want to fuck him, but now we can both fuck you." He took another swig of beer. "Did you bring your shit?" "Yep." "Are you gonna put it on?" "Not tonight. I don't feel like it." Barry didn't argue with Ellis's decision. He understood the moods of the younger boy and accepted what his little friend was and wasn't willing to do. Some would say that Barry took advantage of Ellis sexually. However, there was a brotherly love between the two that transcended sex. Barry felt extremely protective of his young friend, while Ellis worshiped his older, teenage friend. Barry and Tommy took off what little they had on and tossed them on the floor next to Ellis's pile of clothes. When the movie finished, they went to Barry's bedroom. Ellis, Barry, and Tommy were rock hard. The teens, already horny by nature, were even hornier as the result of their first time drinking alcohol. "Lie on the bed, I'm gonna take your ass," Barry said, slurring his words. Ellis dropped onto his back and Barry and Tommy both flopped next to him, each one sucking on one of his pink, dime-sized nipples. Ellis moaned with delight. He loved it when the older boys did sexual things to him. Barry finally stopped licking and sucking, and looked down at Ellis, blowing beer breath into his face. "Who do you want fucking you first?" "I want you to fuck me, and I want to suck Tommy." "You're the boss, dude." Ellis put his fingers around his two-and-half inch cock as Barry lubed himself as well as Ellis's ass. Ellis all but drooled as he looked at the tool that Barry had grown. It was six inches of almost man-sized meat. He now had a nice patch of pubic hair at the base of his thick cock. Precum was leaking out of the teen's pole. Barry carefully eased his cock into the preteen's intimate place. He knew Ellis could take him, because he did so often, but he was always mindful of the boy's age and size when entering him. He knew he had done it right when Ellis let out a deep sigh of content. Ellis was in heaven. His big brother, his friend, his hero, was inside of him, filling his bowels with his teen cock. He wanted to feel it move, feel it rub over his special spot, feel it make him cum without touching himself as he did so often. If he understood what love was, he would say he was in love with Barry. "What do you say?" Barry asked, his alto voice a husky rasp. "Fuck me, Barry, fuck me hard," the thin soprano of the wiry blond intoned. Barry had watched porn, some it gay, with his buddies. Most of it was supplied by Frank's cousin. They loved using the dirty language they heard in the porn when they had sex together. Ellis had watched some porn when the older boys let him hang with them. He enjoyed the gay ones best, fascinated by the big, hairy cocks of the men in the movies. What terminology he didn't pick up there, Barry taught him. "Yeah, I'll fuck your tight ass, Ellis. I'll make you scream." "I want you way inside me. I want you to make me feel really good." Barry started humping his young boyfriend, for that was what they were at the moment. They were two boys who thought of themselves as brothers, but in so many ways, were boyfriends who were in love with each other. At thirteen and ten, they couldn't see it that way, but looking back at it at a later time they realized what they had been. Tommy kneeled on Ellis's chest. Ellis had his head propped against the headboard, cushioned by a pillow. He licked the thirteen-year- old's smooth, hanging balls. Soon, he had what he really wanted in his mouth, Tommy's hard four inch boy tool. The three of them got a rhythm going; Barry holding on to Tommy's shoulders as he ran his cock in and out of Ellis's tight, hot ass, while Ellis took Tommy's cock down his throat. Ellis was in heaven. Alden was forgotten, Jeremiah was forgotten, the picture was forgotten, his father's absences were forgotten, his mother was forgotten—all that was in his mind was Barry's big cock in his ass and Tommy's slender cock in his mouth and throat. This was what he loved. For him, sex with other boys was the best thing in the world, especially if Barry was one of them. Barry picked up the pace, while Tommy fucked his mouth. Ellis could feel his sweet spot get tickled at the same time he felt his throat being tickled. He couldn't reach around Tommy to grab his own cocklet, but it didn't matter. The sensations he loved overwhelmed him, his belly twitched, his little cock twitched, his grunts muffled by the cock in his mouth. Ellis surprised Tommy by suddenly pulling off of his cock. "Fuck me hard, fuck me deep, fuck me, Barry," his boy soprano coming out as a screech. Then it all happened at once: Barry shoved his cock down to his line of thick pubes, "Oh FUCK, Ellis, I'm cumming so hard," and Ellis feeling his boy cock twitch and flutter as he shook to his depths with his dry cum at the same time Barry filled his ass. Tommy quickly masturbated, as three hard jerks had him shooting his thin boy cum into Ellis's hair and onto his face. "Oh, fuck, guys, that was fucking awesome beyond awesome," Barry said as he dropped to his side next to Tommy and Ellis. "Yeah, it was the best," Tommy said, even though he missed cumming in Ellis's mouth. He'd been there before and he was certain he would be there again. In his mind, nobody gave a BJ like Ellis did. Ellis closed his eyes, breathing hard as he made soft squeaking noises. He didn't want to move. He wanted to feel Tommy's hot, wet cum on his face for the rest of the night. He wanted Barry's cum in his ass forever. He wanted his entire life to be on this bed where he was the happiest he had been all week. He wanted nothing to do with the outside world. Next: Saturday Night Horn Dogs