Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 21:43:04 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Puget Posse Chapter 43 Welcome back for another chapter of The Puget Posse. Operation Bullfrog is taking shape. It is now up to Mark to take the next step in executing the plan. You'll find out in this chapter if he manages to be successful. All the original disclaimers apply. Please give to the Nifty Archive to keep the site free and open. I love getting reader emails. Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 43 PICTURE THIS "Did you bring it?" Misha asked Neville as soon as he saw him on the bus Tuesday morning. "Yes, I have it." Neville was surprised by Misha's uncharacteristic impatience. "May I see it?" Neville pulled a small Nikon Coolpix camera out of his backpack. "Does this satisfy you?" he asked coolly. It was his camera—he and Dylan each had received one for Christmas. "It's perfect." "I do not understand why I need to use a camera instead of my phone camera." "It is because Will's brother said it would work the best. That is all I know." "But if I use my phone camera I can sneak a picture. If I use my camera, he'll know I'm taking it." "I have one idea," Misha said. "Do tell." "Talk to Paul. I think he might be able to help. He knows how things work at the school." Neville didn't see how Paul could be of help, but he agreed to talk to him. Misha, like Patrick, had an uncanny way of being right with his hunches. As soon as Neville got off of the bus, he headed up the stairs for the third floor, which was the domain of the eighth graders. He received the usual friendly razzing as he walked the hall looking for Paul. He also received friendly help as Roland Park, who was the eighth grade president, escorted him to Paul's home room. Roland was also a guide, being assigned to a team in Mr. Nash's room, and understood the relationship between the guides and their fifth grade team. Plus he was a good all-around kid. "Hey, dude, whazzup?" Paul asked in greeting. "Hello, Paul. I need to ask you something," Neville said as they exchanged fist bumps. Neville had pretty much broken his habit of looking for a handshake. "Ask away." "I need to ask in private." "Okay." Paul drew out the word. It was obvious that Neville was being even more serious than usual. It didn't surprise him when one of the other Posse members sought him out, but he never expected Neville to climb the stairs for a chat. "Hang tough. I need to talk to Mr. Hernandez." "He teaches my journalism class," Neville said. "Oh, very nice. I'll be right back." Paul took off, leaving Neville feeling exposed and vulnerable. Nobody in the room bothered him, however. It was understood that Neville was under Paul's protective wing. Paul returned within a few minutes. "Mr. Hernandez is cool. He knows how important us guides are. I've got a pass to leave class when you guys have morning break. Meet me you know where in the basement." Neville thanked him and once again walked the gauntlet of eighth graders, as well as seventh graders on the second floor. The sixth graders tended to leave the fifth graders alone since both grades occupied a niche at the bottom of the school food chain, not to say a few sixth graders didn't occasionally take advantage of their somewhat higher status. He arrived at his seat a minute before the bell to start class. "Hey, Neville, how did it go?" Mark asked. "How did what go?" "Your meeting with the big guy." Mark was referring to Paul. "Misha told us where you were," Matthew said. "Yeah. Did Paul give you a plan?" Mark asked. "We are meeting at morning break," Neville told them. "Oh, cool, he's gonna skip class to meet you. That makes the Posse pretty important," Mark crowed. "He has a pass to leave class." "Well, that doesn't stop us from being pretty important," Matthew said. "Can I see the camera?" Mark asked. "It's in my locker." "Damn. I bet it's cool." The chatter was stopped by the ringing of the bell. Mr. Jackson took roll as the Posse worked quickly on the trivia question of the day, hoping to be first with the right answer. "G-H-O-T-I is a misspelling for what common four letter word?" Patrick read. "W-T-F kind of a question is that?" Matthew asked. "Looks like ghost, but that's five letters." "So is spook," Mark added. "G-H can make the F sound," Patrick said. "Oh, then it could be a misspelling for F-U-C-K." "Mr. Kirkwood," came Mr. Jackson's voice from a few feet behind him. "Mind your manners." Mark leaned in and whispered, "Between him and Mrs. D showing up every time I open my mouth I'm gonna go crazy. Neville and Misha are lucky they don't have Mrs. D driving their bus." "It would not matter," Neville said haughtily, "since we do not get into trouble on the bus." "Well, la-di-da to you, too." "We need to focus and get on task," Patrick quickly interrupted, quoting one of Mr. Jackson's favorite adages. "Does not T-I make S-H?" Misha asked. "How?" Mark asked. "Like in nation," Matthew said. "Since when did you become Mr. Know-it-all?" Mark sneered. "Since I started hanging around with Misha and got smarter than you." "We need to work together," Neville said. As much as he had become a serious member of the posse, the antics of the twins could still drive him up the wall. "So, F could start our word and S-H could end it. What do we have?" "We don't have shit," Mark said, looking around to see if Mr. Jackson was close. Neville glared at him, but Mark ignored him. Instead his face lit up as he had a "Holy Shit" moment. "We need a vowel there between the F and the S-H, and only I fits." "But the letter in the misspelled word is O," Misha said. "O does not sound like I." While Misha was getting used to the incongruities of English spelling and pronunciation, he still wasn't always comfortable with them. "Well, it was a thought," Mark said. "That means we have to be totally wrong in what we have so far." "Our discussion time is almost up," Patrick said. The entire team waited for Neville to say the inevitable "Thanks to the twins". Instead, he grinned and said, "Put in F-I-S-H." "Are you sure?" Matthew asked. Neville nodded. "How?" Patrick asked just as Mr. Jackson called time. "Trust me," Neville told them. Misha wrote the word on their official form and quickly dropped it into the box. They were the first team to drop in an answer; two other teams, including the F-Five dropped their slip into the box seconds before the deadline. As Mr. Jackson got English started, Neville wrote the word WOMEN on a sheet of paper and slid it over to Misha who frowned. The paper went around the group, with Patrick, Mark, and Matthew all giving it a grin and an understanding nod. Patrick whispered the word into Misha's ear and his eyes lit up. The Posse knew they were the first team with the right answer, and might end up being the only team with the right answer. At break, Neville headed for the basement and the student council room. He waited as Paul arrived with his key and opened the door. Two sixth grade officers were in the outer room munching on snacks and drinking fruit juice. Paul opened up the inner room and he and Neville took seats on the couch. Since they had limited time, Neville explained his problem to Paul. Paul listened, nodded, and when Neville finished, flashed him a big grin. "I might know what you can do to get the picture you need," Paul said. "And to even get Jeremiah to pose for it." "How?" Neville asked skeptically. "It sounds like you have journalism for your Explorer class," Paul observed. The fifth graders had samples of most of the electives during the year, which were called sampler or Explorer classes. "Yes, it is my class right now," Neville told him. "This is going to be perfect," Paul replied. He told Neville his plan. Neville found himself hit by a wave of confidence as Paul came up with a plan that had a good chance of working. As they got up to leave the room, Paul said, "Do you want to come down here and mess around some time?" "No." "Oh well, I thought I'd ask." "Does puberty make everybody horny all of the time like you and my brother?" "I didn't know you had a brother." "Dylan Carlson is my step-brother." "I think I know who he is. He's in sixth grade, right?" "Yes he is." "Does he mess around?" "You will have to ask him." They walked into the basement corridor. "You did say he was horny all of the time," Paul pointed out. "Yes, but that was all I said. Thank you for the help." "Well, I am an official Posse deputy." He hesitated a moment and said, "After we go upstairs, how about getting your camera and taking my picture. We can do it in the lounge." Neville got his camera and they hustled back to the student council lounge. Paul posed for a couple of shots and they headed upstairs. "How did the meeting go?" Mark asked. The fifth and sixth graders were just returning from break. "Very well," Neville said. "Misha was correct; Paul had a good plan." Misha beamed on hearing Neville's praise. "Well, what is it?" Patrick asked. "I pretend that I need to take pictures of all of the student council officers as an assignment for journalism." "Sweet, that way you will get Jeremiah to pose for a picture," Mark said. "We'll get a good one." "Jeremiah might not pose to make things hard for Neville," Matthew said. "Everybody knows that Jeremiah hates the Posse." "Paul said he would help if we need it," Neville quickly added. "It's going to work, I know it will," Patrick said with confidence. At the end of the day, Mr. Jackson heaped praise on the Posse. He let the class know they were the only team to solve the very difficult puzzle. The rest of the class moaned and complained when Mr. Jackson gave them the answer, saying nobody could figure that out. Mr. Jackson quickly restored order by reminding them that someone had figured it out, so they needed to live with it and move on. Paul's plan ended up working very well. Paul convinced Tyler Mitchell, the student body president, to help insure everyone's cooperation, including Jeremiah's if he became reluctant. Giving Tyler a blowjob in the inner eighth grade lounge was a good way of getting Tyler to see things Paul's way. Jeremiah didn't need much convincing. As much as he disliked Neville, who he saw as a stuck up piece of crap, and as much as he disliked the Posse, he followed his father's advice and went out of his way to be nice to all of the Posse members. His father said if he showed the fifth grade how well he worked with every team, even with the one his enemy, Mark, was on, his classmates would vote for him in the spring because of the great job he was doing. "You won by knocking out your opponent," his father told him. "You're going to win in the spring because you can show the entire class what a great job you've been doing. Nobody will be able to defeat you." Neville photographed Misha first, to confirm that Jeremiah wasn't the only subject he wanted. Neville had Misha stay with him for moral support, along with Patrick. Patrick, with his artistic eye, had Jeremiah take some extra poses. They wanted to get a picture of him that was just right for the next part of Operation Bullfrog, and felt they'd succeeded. By Friday, Neville had photographed all of the officers. Neville received an unexpected plus during seventh period when Mr. Hernandez, who taught his journalism class, asked to talk to Neville. The teacher had found out from Paul what his meeting with Neville had been about—at least in part. As a result, Mr. Hernandez talked to Neville about his photos and said he would accept the project for extra credit. At the end of the day, Will checked out all of the pictures, but the ones of Jeremiah in particular. "I think this will work great," he said. "I can't wait to see what Gary and J.J. do with these." Neither could the rest of the Posse. ++++++++++++ The Bobcats had an early intramural game on Wednesday in the new gym. After the game, Patrick, Misha, Ellis, and Neville were going to meet at Patrick's house. Misha had chess club at the same time as the game. Because Jeremiah's team played one of the late games, Ellis went to the chess club meeting to watch Misha play. None of the Posse wanted Jeremiah to see Ellis hanging around them. They were reasonably certain Jeremiah wasn't going to watch the chess games. Even if he had, he would have seen Ellis playing a game against Nate, a sixth grader. Neville went to the gym and watched the basketball game. Kristy, the twins' mother, watched the game as well. She was going to take Ellis, Patrick, Misha, and Neville to Patrick's house before taking her sons home. As they left the floor the Bobcats ignored Jeremiah who was preparing to warm-up with his team. Jeremiah went out of his way to be cordial to all of the Bobcats and to the twins in particular. He made sure that anybody within hearing distance could hear how friendly he was to the boys who were supposedly his arch enemies. "What a phony," Patrick said as the Bobcats walked to the locker room. Nobody disagreed. Since Kristy didn't want to wait around for the boys to shower and was willing to put up with some boy smell for a while, the three Posse hoops players dressed quickly. The twins slapped on some deodorant and handed the stick to Patrick. "Put it on," Mark said, "it will make you a man, just like we are." "It will keep your pit from stinking," Matthew added. "My pit doesn't stink." Patrick told them as he pulled on his polo shirt. "Our pits don't stink either," Mark said, "but mom told us to put it on." "And putting it on helps make you a man," Matthew said, echoing what his brother had told them earlier. "I don't need deodorant to make me a man, I can make sperms," Mark informed them. Patrick shrugged and kept dressing. "You guys are lucky," Will said as he passed them. He was naked and heading for the shower. "I have to take the activity bus. The worst part is I have to ride with Alden and Jeremiah." "If you lived closer...," Mark said before Will interrupted him. "I live pretty close to Patrick. Well, not real close, but not real far." "I could ask my mom if she'd give you a ride," Mark offered. "Nah, it's cool. Maybe I can be a spy and listen to Jeremiah and Alden, not that Alden ever talks much." The boys chatted some more as Patrick and the twins dressed. Will didn't bother to cover his junk with his towel and Patrick in particular found Will's naked body somewhat thrilling to look at. "We'll tell you tomorrow what happened today at my house," Patrick said. "Yeah, thanks for helping with the pictures," Mark told Will. "They came out great." "I can't wait until Jeremiah sees them," Will said. "That might take awhile." "I don't care as long it makes Jeremiah lose his cool." Patrick and the twins left the gym for the pickup area next to the school. Misha, Ellis, and Neville were already in the SUV, which the still sweaty hoops players found toasty warm. "I wish we could go to the meeting," Matthew said, making sure his mother was listening. Sometimes it was necessary to penetrate the wall of silence between the front and back seats. "Yeah, then the whole Posse would be together," Mark said. "They need us more than mom needs us on restriction." "Boys, I don't want to hear about it," Kristy told the two in the backseat without turning her head. "You know you earned what you got." "All we did was put a rubber snake in Michelle's cereal box," Matthew protested. "Yeah," Mark added, "and she's the one who earned it. She called us gross and ugly and stupid. It's not our fault we got boners on naked day." "Exactly, we're boys. What are we supposed to do when we get naked?" "If you two say any more about it, I will give you another week and take away naked Monday indefinitely." "Well, it isn't fair," Mark mumbled, getting the last word in as usual. "How did chess go, Misha?" Patrick asked. "I won my one match. Because I had to leave early for my ride I did not play my second. It was going to be against Cole. We will play the first game next time," Misha answered. "That Cole dude hasn't beat you yet, has he?" Mark asked. "No, but the last games have been very difficult for me. I think he will defeat me soon." "I lost my game," Ellis said. "Ellis and Nate are both new and the game was a good one," Misha said. "I hope Ellis comes back. I think he will enjoy chess." "They call Misha the tsar in chess club," Ellis giggled. "That's because Misha rules." Mark told them, trading a high five with Misha. Kristy dropped Patrick, Neville, Ellis, and Misha off at Patrick's house without further incident. All four boys received hugs from Grannana whether they wanted them or not, embarrassing both Neville and Ellis. But, to their credit, they each took their hug graciously. "Dinner in forty-five," Grannana said. "Come on your own if you wish to eat, because I will not be yelling for you." They all retired to Patrick's room. "I hope you guys don't mind if I take a shower. I'm still all sweaty," Patrick said. Nobody objected so Patrick stripped naked. He was not ashamed of his body, especially after his experiences since he started fifth grade. "I'll be quick. You guys can be in your undies if you want." He left the room and crossed the hall to the bathroom. "I am not stripping to my undies," Neville said. "There are adults out there." "They don't mind," Ellis said. "I did it last time I was here." "You guys can do it, but I am not going to." "I think if Neville does not wish to...um...strip, then we should all do the same to support our friend," Misha said diplomatically. "You can do as you wish, I won't mind a bit." Misha and Ellis looked at each other, a silent message passing between them, and they kept their clothes on as well. As promised, Patrick returned quickly. He was surprised the three were still dressed in their uniforms, but surmised correctly that the often prudish Neville was probably the reason for it. He put on a t- shirt, sweats, and socks, but no underpants. The four boys made it to dinner just as the food was being placed on the table and Brian arrived home. After dinner time was devoted to homework. After they finished the necessities, it was time for Operation Bullfrog. They decided to hold that meeting in Patrick's room. Neville had the memory card that Gary and J.J. had put together, under the "supervision" of Will. Patrick booted up his laptop and Neville inserted the memory card. The four boys looked at the pictures of Jeremiah one last time, deciding they couldn't be more perfect. Neville then placed the memory card into a blank envelope and sealed it. He handed it to Ellis, who was sitting at Patrick's little desk. He placed the envelope in front of him doing the best he could to duplicate what he had written on the envelope sitting in Jeremiah's locker. He ended up tearing open and throwing away five envelopes before he created one that met his satisfaction. "It's as close as I can get it," Ellis told the group. "It is unlikely Jeremiah will notice any small differences," Neville observed. "But what about Alden?" Ellis asked. "Everybody says he's the smart one, and they're right. I've never been able to fool him. It's really scary how he knows stuff." "The envelope is in Jeremiah's locker," Patrick said. "Why would Alden look at it?" "I don't know, but if anybody figures out the envelopes are different, Alden would." "We cannot worry about all of this," Misha said, "or we will never finish Operation Bullfrog." The rest of the boys agreed. Ellis placed a strip of cellophane tape across the flap of the envelope. This was the final step and it had to be very close to the original one in size and location. "You're sure about the tape?" Neville asked. "I put it on myself. I read that you can open envelopes and seal them back up again so nobody knows, so I wanted the tape over it so they couldn't do that. If I knew about opening an envelope I was sure Alden knew. Alden didn't want me to do it, but Jeremiah said it was okay. I don't think Jeremiah knew what Alden knew." "I didn't know you could talk so much," Patrick told Ellis. "I do when I get really nervous." "Did you write anything over the tape?" Misha asked. "Oh, wow, I almost forgot. I put an ink line right down the center." He grabbed a pen off of Patrick's desk and drew a line. "I think that's right." "Nobody is sure that anything is right," Neville said. "This is never going to work." "You need to think it will work." Misha said, "or you will always be right when you say it doesn't work." "That's pretty smart thinking, Misha," Patrick told him. "It is something I learned at the orphanage." The envelope was placed into the care of Patrick and the boys went to the living room. "Are you all done with your clandestine plans?" Brian asked as he watched the quartet enter the room. "For now," Patrick said. He hadn't given his father much detail about what they were doing except to say it was a plan to help Mark beat Jeremiah in the spring election for class president. Brian decided that as long as he didn't get the feeling they were going to break school rules or do something unethical he would leave them alone to their little conspiracy. As the boys gathered their books and coats, Patrick took Misha aside. "Can you spend the night on Friday?" he whispered. "I mean like do you have anything planned?" "I have nothing planned. I must ask my parents, but I want to come." "Well, I need to ask my dad." "I will ask my parents tonight and tell you tomorrow," Misha said. Brian took the three boys home. Neville sat in the front seat, while Ellis, Patrick, and Misha sat in the back. Ellis noted how close Patrick and Misha were to each other. After dropping everyone off, Patrick asked his father if Misha could spend the night on Friday. "It's fine with me," he replied. "Have his mother or father call me." Misha's mother called that night and everything was arranged for Friday. Patrick and Misha fell asleep dreaming of each other. ++++++++++++ "Here's the envelope," Patrick said as he handed it over to Mark the next morning. "The picture is inside?" Mark asked. "Duh, that's what that little square thingy is—it's the memory card." Mark jumped on Patrick and knocked him onto his bed, dropping on top of him. Patrick was dressed in his white briefs and socks. "I should tickle you to death for that," Mark said as he started tickling the little nine-year-old, "but we have to catch the bus." "Aw, I'd rather be tickled to death than go to school," Patrick giggled. "Now let me up so I can get dressed." Mark reluctantly allowed him to dress. The ride to school was uneventful. Mark put the envelope on the top shelf of his locker. "All I need now is the right chance, and the next part of the operation is done," he told Matthew. "Just follow the plan you told me last night," Matthew said. "It's a good plan." "I hope so." ++++++++++++ Misha boarded Bus 2 with Patrick after school on Friday. His mother cleared it with the school as required. He, Patrick, and Will would have to sit three to a seat if the bus had a full load. Because there rarely were after school activities on Friday, that was usually the case. But, there were two empty seats and he and Patrick would be able to sit together if Will was willing to sit with Tony in place of Jeremiah, who was picked up by his father. "I can sit with Tony. For a Puget Penguin he's pretty dumb," Will told Patrick. "You and Misha have fun." Will sat next to Tony who glared at him. "What are you doing here?" Tony hissed. "Riding the bus home," Will answered. "This is Jeremiah's seat." "I don't see his name on it. And I don't see him on the bus, so I think I'll stay." Tony could see that he wasn't going to intimidate Will, so he looked out the window and sulked. The twins heard the conversation and traded high fives with Will when he exited the bus at his stop, which pissed Tony off even more. When they got to Patrick's house, Grannana received four hugs from the four active boys who were happy the weekend had arrived. They were going to vanish into Patrick's room, but the lure of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies with chocolate milk created a detour to the kitchen table. After a noisy snack the boys ended up in Patrick's room. "We need a Posse sleepover," Mark said. "Yeah, but with just the main Posse to start," Matthew added. "The main Posse?" Patrick asked. "The four of us and Neville with no deputies." "We can have a deputy sleepover, too, but later," Mark said. "And a big swimming party in the spring," Matthew said. "Or maybe big swimming parties." "Neville told me they are having a swimming pool built in March," Misha said. "It will be ready when the weather gets warm." "Oh, wow, cool," Mark said. "Then he can have big swimming parties, too." "Maybe we can skinny dip there," Matthew said. "Yeah, you can skinny dip in our pool," Mark continued. "Well, sometimes you can." "Aren't you guys going to change?" Matthew asked. "I want to see Misha in his underwear." Misha grinned. The twins had seen him in less, but he knew where the twins were coming from. Seeing other boys in their underwear, or better yet, naked, was thrilling for him as well. He was quickly stripped down to his boxers. He flexed his arms, putting on a muscleman pose. For an eleven-year-old he posed very well. Patrick knew not to try that pose with his skinny body as he stripped down to his briefs. "Aren't you guys going to undress?" he asked the twins. "Mark! Matthew! Your mother's here!" Grannana shouted. "Not this time," Mark said. "But just so you don't feel like you're missing anything, try this..." He opened his pants, turned his back to the other three boys, and dropped them and his boxers to his knees, sticking out his ass and mooning his friends. He reached back and spread his boy cheeks, revealing his pink pucker. "Kiss that, guys," he giggled. Matthew goosed his brother, running his middle finger right along his crack. "Boys, hurry up," came the call from the living room. Mark yanked his pants back up. "Have fun guys. Don't do anything we wouldn't do." "But do everything we would do," Matthew snickered. The twins ran to the kitchen, grabbed their coats and books, yelled a good-bye to Grannana, and ran out of the door amidst peals of laughter. Misha and Patrick remained in their underpants for the evening, adding a t-shirt for dinner. The meal was baked lasagna, with more cookies for dessert. Uncle Ted and his newest boyfriend, Rolando, made a surprise visit just after dinner. "Sorry we missed dinner, mom, but Rolando had to work for a couple of hours." Rolando was a student at North Seattle Community College and had a part-time job at the student union building. "We can't stay long, but we were in the area and wanted to say hi." Patrick didn't like the way Rolando was staring at him and Misha. He wished they were dressed in more than their underwear. He could see his Uncle Ted ogle Misha, but that didn't bother him. He knew Ted was all about looking, but outside of hugging and stroking, not about touch. Patrick didn't like or trust Rolando. "Let's go to my room," Patrick told Misha. Misha knew Rolando was leering at him, but it didn't bother him as much as it did Patrick. He'd been leered at by adults and older boys at the orphanage. He shrugged and followed Patrick to his room where they spent the next hour playing with Patrick's Wii. When they came back out Ted and Rolando had left. The boys sat on the loveseat, watching television. Brian noticed they were sitting so their legs and bodies touched. He wondered if they were aware of their closeness. He wasn't surprised when Patrick found the front of his briefs and played with the little package underneath the cotton. He hoped that Misha might follow suit. He was completely aware of the fact that the Russian boy was a handsome and sexy eleven-year- old—he knew that Ted and Rolando had noticed that as well. After a half hour of television, the boys were bored and restless. Brian suggested playing Risk, which met with an enthusiastic yes. Grannana joined in and a rowdy game took up the rest of the evening, with Brian winning. He saw the makings of an excellent Risk player in Misha, and knew that in a couple of years both he and Patrick would become very difficult to defeat. The boys said their good-nights, took care of their evening cleaning, brushing, and peeing, and got ready for bed. Patrick watched Misha pee with fascination, somewhat happy he didn't have to deal with the extra skin at the end of his penis, and somewhat disappointed that his penis wasn't complete. "How do you want to sleep?" Misha asked as they settled into Patrick's room. "In bed," Patrick said with a giggle. "I mean what do you want to wear?" "Nothing." Misha smiled. "Me, too." "Then let's sleep naked." Patrick pulled off his t-shirt before Misha could answer. Misha followed suit as Patrick took off his briefs, his little cock standing up proudly. Patrick hoped that Misha noticed he had a boner, as if his friend could somehow miss the fact. He saw that Misha was hard even before he pulled his boxers off. In mere seconds the two boys stood in front of each other, naked but for their socks, their hairless boy cocks hard and seeking action. "You have a boner," Patrick said, stating the obvious. Misha placed his hand around his erection and stroked it lightly. "I like having a boner." "Me, too." "I like what we did together before." The two of them had jerked off and dry humped each other. "Me, too. I want to do it again tonight." Misha grinned, took a couple of steps toward Patrick and cupped the younger boy's ball sac. "Me, too." "Did you ever kiss a boy?" Misha asked. "Yes," Patrick blushed. Misha moved his face close to Patrick's. Even though he was a year- and-a-half older, Misha was not much taller than Patrick. "Do you want to kiss?" "Yes," Patrick whispered so quietly he could barely be heard. The two of them were too worked up to deal with any kind of complex conversation. Misha knew exactly what he said, however, and leaned in so close they could feel each other's breath. Patrick felt his knees going weak. He'd kissed his Uncle Roy and he kissed the twins, but he'd never felt like this before starting a kiss. His knees started to shake, his body felt flush, it seemed like his skin was warm enough to heat the room. Their lips touched and Patrick grabbed onto Misha's shoulders to keep from falling. Misha increased the pressure, opening his mouth slightly. Patrick felt Misha's tongue start to explore and opened his mouth to allow entry. Then their tongues touched and Patrick uttered a long, quiet sigh of ecstasy. Patrick had to sit down. He didn't think his legs could hold him any longer. Misha felt equally weak. He had wanted to kiss Patrick for such a long time, and now that the kiss was reality it was even better than he had imagined. It was better than any kiss at the orphanage, even his kisses with Nikki. He had no idea a kiss could feel so magical. He felt Patrick holding on to him as their tongues touched. Before he knew it the two were on the bed, facing each other, their lips locked, their arms around each other, their smooth bodies cuddled together, their steel hard cocklets rubbing lightly. The two preteens grunted, moaned, gasped, fought for breath, their lips locked, their tongues battling, their bodies pushing harder together, their cocks rubbing and humping. Neither boy knew where they were or how they got there. All they knew was that nothing had ever felt this good in their young lives. All they felt were their cocks and balls and each other. For Patrick it was his first taste of passionate sex as opposed to messing around. For Misha it was more than a return to his days at the orphanage. Sex with Vasia, with Joseph, even with Nikki had never had this kind of life and passion to it. Some of the difference was Misha being on the onset of puberty, and some of it was the feelings he had for Patrick—feelings that he didn't understand but didn't want to have end. Patrick was still too young to know that he was falling in love, even though that was the case. Misha was old enough and experienced enough to know he was in love, but still too young to really understand those feelings. He was more aware of it now, on Patrick's bed with his naked friend in his arms, than he had been with Nikki, but he still wasn't prepared for the depths of feeling that he would experience with his friend. The first time they were sexual it had been introductory—it had been messing around. This time it was sex, passionate sex, and in Misha's case, hormone-driven sex which put him at an erotic level above Patrick. They continued to kiss, hump, rub, moan, and feel each other's bodies. Misha's finger wandered to the crack on Patrick's little bubble butt and found its way to the nine-year-old's pucker. Patrick squawked from the new feeling as Misha pushed his finger in to the second knuckle. Patrick's ass had never felt so good, his cock rubbing against Misha's had never felt so good, his lips pressed hard against his friend—his lover—had never felt so good, in fact his entire body had never felt so good. He was overwhelmed by the overload of feelings. Misha had experienced all of these feelings and more, but never at this heightened level. He could feel himself ready to cum. He didn't want to go over the top—he wanted the moment to last forever but he couldn't stop himself. He pushed into Patrick with a force that pressed the younger boy into the wall. He let loose a long guttural wail, his cock thrusting against Patrick's smooth, hot skin. He felt his entire body explode into shooting stars as his cocklet twitched and his body shook and each spasm sent bolts of electricity shooting through him. He was eleven and what hit him was almost too much as he briefly blacked out from the sheer rapture of the moment. "Oh, Misha," Patrick squeaked and he shook from his dry cum. It was not as intense as Misha's, but it was all his little body and young mind was capable of, all it could handle. He tensed and spasms of joy rocked his cock, his entire being. It took awhile for the boys to recover. They lay quietly, their arms and legs intertwined. "What happened?" Patrick asked. "I don't know. That was...I don't know...it was...I don't know what happened." Misha was at a loss for words. Whatever it was that had happened, they wanted it to happen again. They were in love, even if they didn't know they were in love. They would figure it out, but it would take awhile before they could put the right words and actions to the feelings coursing through their young bodies. Early the next morning Brian peeked in on the boys. He normally respected Patrick's privacy, at least within certain parameters, but he'd heard tell-tale noises during the night. He saw Patrick and Misha both facing the outer wall with Patrick's arm wrapped around Misha's shoulder. Patrick and Misha's bare shoulders showed above the sheets and Brian could see their underpants tossed on the floor. He wondered if Misha had been the instigator; being the older of the two that was probably the case. Then again, Patrick had learned a thing or two from his Uncle Roy, so maybe he was the instigator. Or, it could be the two boys just did what boys sometimes do as equal partners. That was the best choice of the three and the one Brian decided to stick with. He quietly closed the door, thankful that Grannana's bedroom was off of the dining room and had its own toilet. Not that his grandmother would be shocked by boys having sex. Brian was pleased he had followed the advice of Patrick's previous principal and enrolled his son at the Puget Academy. His son had never been happier, both as far as school went and as far as having friends went. He had found great friends like Misha and the twins, as well as in Will, Ellis, and Neville. He found the latter two to be nice kids, if a bit strange. But Misha was the boy Patrick talked about the most as a friend, although the twins were a close second. Misha and Patrick woke up at nearly the same time to the smell of frying bacon. Misha rolled over, faced his bedmate, and smiled. Patrick was so cute, he thought. He was cuter than Vasia and even cuter than Nikki. He kissed his friend lightly on the lips, waking him up. Patrick blinked, confused for a moment, then he saw Misha's face inches away from his own and flashed his trademark wide grin. Misha felt the warmth flow through his veins—if he hadn't been in love before, he certainly was now. ++++++++++++ The twins arrived at Patrick's house at their usual time on Monday morning. They gave Grannana a pair of enthusiastic hugs, grabbed two bowls and poured themselves some cereal and milk. "Don't you boys get enough to eat in the morning at home?" Maxine asked. This was not the first time they'd wolfed down a second breakfast while sitting at the table with Patrick. "We were stuffed at home, but we got hungry coming here," Mark said. "Yeah, we got hungry for French toast, but all you have is cereal," Matthew said. "You two know that after our two big weekend breakfasts Monday is usually cereal," Maxine reminded them. "But not always," Mark retorted. "And sometimes your cereal is hot oatmeal." "And sometimes it's French toast," Matthew added. "Matthew, don't talk with your mouth full," Grannana scolded. The chatter went back and forth as Patrick and the twins finished their cereal and scooted to Patrick's room. "Did you and Misha have fun?" Mark asked as Patrick removed his ragged t-shirt, which was all he had been wearing at the breakfast table. "And I don't mean fun, I mean FUN as in F-U-N fun." "I know what you meant," Patrick said as he took his uniform polo shirt and blue pants out of the closet. "Yes we did." Patrick and the twins had exchanged Facebook posts about the visit, but Patrick didn't mention anything about the sexual aspect since his father frequently checked his Facebook account. "Cool. What did you guys do?" "We messed around." "That's all you're going to say? Did you have an orgasm? Did he give you a blow job?" Matthew continued the questioning before Patrick could answer. "Yeah, and did you give him a blow job? Did you guys kiss?" Patrick would have been put out if anybody but the twins had thrown that line of questioning at him, but he loved the twins as friends and wasn't bothered by it. On the other hand, he didn't want to spend the morning talking about it, either. "Yes, no, no, and yes," was all Patrick would say. "Damn, now I have to remember what the questions were," Mark giggled. Patrick finished dressing. While he zipped into the bathroom to brush his teeth, the twins headed to the living room to watch for the bus. Patrick arrived in the room just as Mrs. Deaver brought the bus to a halt in front of the house. Will had two questions when he boarded the bus. The first was for Patrick. "Did you and Misha have fun?" "Yes," Patrick sighed. "What did you do?" "We played Wii and Risk." Patrick liked Will a great deal, but he wasn't as open with him as he was with the twins. He ranked a bit lower on the friend pantheon. His second question was for Mark. "Do you have the envelope?" "It's in my locker." "When are you going to do it?" "First chance I get." Mark knew exactly when he was going to execute the plan, but he had only told Matthew when that would be. There was one other person whom he would tell. Even at age eleven he understood "need to know." It was Thursday that he executed his plan. He stayed after school even though he had nothing scheduled. He went to the new gym to watch intramural basketball. Paul's team was playing on the east court. After the game he followed Paul into the locker room, mostly so he could see the eighth grader naked. Blake's team had played in the old gym and Blake recognized Mark as he passed by. "Hey, fifth grader, I remember you from the shower the other day. Want to watch again?" "No, I have to go." "Chicken." "I'm not chicken. Ask me again when I can do it." "Which will be never." Blake turned to Paul. "What about you, Porter. Wanna impress the sixth graders here with your cock and cum?" "Sorry, dude, but I'm helping Mark here with something." "Yeah, I can guess what kind of help you're giving him. I heard you love messing with the little kids." "Fuck you, too," Paul said without malice, since they both knew it was true. He finished dressing and left the gym with Mark. "Blake is totally weird," he told Mark as they made their way into the main building. Students were allowed to enter the main building after basketball, but the classrooms and other rooms were all locked. They went to the fifth grade hall and stopped. Mark handed Paul his backpack. "I'll be watching down by the office," Paul said. "It should be okay. If a janitor sees you, he'll think you're going into your own locker." "I was worried about being caught by a teacher or another fifth grader or somebody who knows I don't belong there." "You're going to be as big a worrywart as Neville if you aren't careful. There are no fifth grade teams playing today, there are no clubs meeting today; there is, like, nothing today with fifth graders. Isn't that why you picked this day?" "Yeah, but, what about...," "The teachers all went home or they'd be in their room or something." "But...," "Just shut the fuck up and do it." Mark took a deep breath. He hadn't felt this out of it since Jeremiah got him suspended from school. It was time for me to grow a pair and be a Kirkwood twin, he told himself. It was time to execute the plan. He had planned well. As a student body officer, Matthew had access to the afterschool schedule for the month, and got the information for Mark. That was one reason why he picked this day. He also picked it because Paul was playing hoops and staying after to watch his eighth grade guide play would make a good excuse to hang around after school. Plus, Paul could be a lookout for him, although once he entered the fifth grade hall that wouldn't make a lot of difference. Ms. McCann's room was at the end of the hall, which is where the lockers would be, of course. He had a piece of paper. The paper had Jeremiah's locker number and combination on it. Even though he knew Jeremiah's combination perfectly, he still wanted the paper for reassurance. He stopped in front of the locker. The hall was silent, but he swore he could hear the echo of the beat of his racing heart. He hoped Ellis wrote down the right combination. He knew it had to be hard for Ellis to look around Jeremiah as he spun the dial and to see things properly. If the numbers were wrong, he might never get another chance. And if the numbers were right, what if Jeremiah moved the envelope and it wasn't in the locker? Well, he thought, I guess I'll find out the answers. Mark's hand was steady as he entered the combination. He wasn't aware that he was holding his breath. He grabbed the latch on the handle and lifted it. It was then that he was aware of his breath as it came out with a loud whoosh when the door popped open. Jeremiah's locker was somewhat messy, but then so was almost everybody else's that he saw—except for Patrick's, Misha's, and Neville's. If they hadn't been his friends and teammates he'd consider them weird just because they had neat lockers. Ellis told him that he'd seen the envelope on the top shelf. The shelf had two books and a great deal of loose paper. The paper, like the envelope, was white, which forced him to have to paw through the shelf. He didn't see a sign of the envelope and was about to give up when he saw a white corner under one of the books. He lifted the book and saw a sealed envelope, one with markings similar to the envelope he had on him. Mark unbuckled his belt and reached into of his pants, pulling the envelope out from inside his boxers. He'd placed the envelope there after Paul's game. In his mind, having the envelope riding against his cock was as close as he could get to pissing on Jeremiah. He pulled the envelope out of the locker and placed the other one underneath the book, carefully leaving a corner showing. The locker was messy enough he didn't think Jeremiah would notice if it was moved some, but he might as well be as careful as he could. He took one last look at the corner of the envelope, hoping it smelled like piss, and shut the locker door. He folded the envelope he'd removed from the locker and stuck it in his pocket, leaving the hall as quickly as he could. He didn't want to run, because if somebody saw him they would think he'd done something bad and was running away. Paul was waiting for him near the main doors. A couple of other eighth graders were there, as well as Blake. The entry way was a warmer place to wait for the activity bus than outside. "Did you find that paper" Paul asked, giving Mark an opening. "No, I guess I left it in on the shelf in my locker," Mark said, thinking quickly. "Too, bad; I guess you'll flunk that assignment," Blake said. "I was almost finished. I'll get it done in the morning." There was no way he was going to look bad in front of Blake and those others for something he didn't do. He took his backpack from Paul, who looked at him questioningly. Mark smiled and patted his front left pocket. Paul nodded. The plan had been executed. Ellis was now safe from the clutches of Jeremiah and Alden. Next: Be My Valentine.