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Welcome back. Things are coming to a head for the Posse. As they find out more about what happened between Jeremiah, Alden, and Ellis, they became even more determined to bring Jeremiah down. As far as they were concerned, the major goal of the Puget Posse would be to see to it that Jeremiah did not win the spring election.
Ellis didn’t think he could become more miserable that morning, but he was wrong. Alden and Jeremiah stopped him in the hall as he scuffled to his locker.
“Somebody said you were talking to Mark,” Jeremiah said.
“He’s in my class,” Ellis replied.
“He’s not your friend.”
“We’re your friends,” Alden added.
“Just remember who has a picture,” Jeremiah said.
“Nice fingernails. Looks like you’re a Husky fan,” Alden said referring to the purple and gold colors of the University of Washington Huskies.
Ellis stuck his purple and gold painted fingernails into his pants pockets.
“Don’t hang around anybody on the Posse,” Jeremiah told him.
Ellis went into silent mode.
“I mean it. You’re with us, and if you’re not, that picture will be hanging right on that wall.” Jeremiah pointed to the empty wall space next to the door of Ellis’s classroom.
Jeremiah and Alden exchanged fist bumps and headed to their respective classrooms leaving Ellis to contemplate his fate. He walked into class acknowledging nobody. He ignored his fellow teammates during class and spent the morning break by himself.
Ellis was surprised when Matthew and Patrick invited him to eat lunch with them. He told them he couldn’t eat with them. Even if Jeremiah and Alden hadn’t threatened him, he was worried that they would spend lunch trying to pry into his relationship with Jeremiah.
“We want to talk about the fake student council meeting yesterday,” Matthew said, referring to the mock meeting that had been held to familiarize the new officers with how student government worked. There was going to be another mock meeting at lunch the next day. “Maybe talk about how tomorrow’s might go.”
“Sorry, I really can’t eat with you guys.”
Patrick picked up the flat tone to his voice. “You can’t eat with us because of Jeremiah,” Patrick stated. When Ellis walked away without saying anything, Patrick knew he was right. He and Matthew then sat with the other three Posse members and told them about Ellis’s behavior.
“We have to find out what’s going on,” Mark said. “I hope it will happen today after school.”
“Ellis may not even come,” Neville said.
“He better come,” Matthew said.
“If he doesn’t what will you do?”
Matthew thought for a moment. “I dunno. Ellis is a geeky weirdo, but he’s so nice how can anybody do something mean to him?”
“Jeremiah and Alden are doing something mean to him,” Patrick said sagely.
“Then it’s time for the Posse to end that,” Mark told them.
One thing they did get accomplished at lunch was to decide on their Saturday afternoon meeting location. The parents of each boy had said they were willing to have the Posse at their house for the gathering. To the surprise of all, especially Neville, it was decided to hold it at Neville’s house.
Ellis did show up after school. After school, he, Misha, Mark, Will, and Paul made their separate ways to the basement. Paul used his key to unlock the door to the student council lounge. Matthew had helped by making sure Jeremiah, Tony, and Alden had left the building for the bus pickup area.
“This is a waste of time,” Ellis said, without conviction. “Even all of you can’t make me tell anything.”
“It’s just me and Misha,” Mark said. “Paul has the key and Will is here as your friend.”
“He is?” Ellis looked at Will, a look of surprise on his face. “You’re really my friend?”
Will smiled and nodded. For the first time since Monday a smile flashed across Ellis’s face.
“We are all your friends,” Misha said. “We were behind you in the election. We are behind you now.”
“Hey, Misha, pretty soon you and Ellis will get a key to the front room,” Paul told them. The news helped to alleviate their nervousness some. Paul saw the look on Mark’s face. “Sorry, Mark. I know you’ll get a key next year.”
“That’s the plan,” Mark said, giving Paul a high-five.
“I’ll leave you guys alone,” Paul said. He unlocked the door to the eighth grade student council lair. Even though Misha and Ellis didn’t have keys yet, Paul was confident that as fifth grade student council members they could be in the outside room. Will could go into the inside room, but only in the company of an eighth grade student council member. “I’ll be in here with Will.”
After Paul closed the door, they each found an overstuffed chair to sit in. Ellis was so nervous he was bouncing his right leg on his foot. There was an awkward moment as they waited for someone to take charge and start talking. To no one’s surprise that someone ended up being Mark.
“Ellis, we need to get your help.”
“How, by ganging up on me?” Ellis felt like he did when he was confronted by Alden and Jeremiah.
“Nobody’s gonna gang up on you. That’s a stupid way to get somebody to help you.”
“There’s two of you. There’s one of me. That’s ganging up. Besides, I can’t help you.”
“What if one of us left the room?” Mark asked, knowing what the answer would be. He read somewhere that a lawyer never asked a question he didn’t already know the answer to.
“I can’t help you,” Ellis repeated, not answering the question.
Since he knew what Ellis’s answer would be if he actually had answered the question, Mark stood up. “Ellis, we’re your friends. We’ve all helped you before. Those two assholes aren’t your friends,” Mark said, referring to Jeremiah and Alden. “You can help us if you quit helping them.”
Mark quickly left the room. He closed the door between the rooms and then looked to see what Will and Paul were doing. What he saw was not what he expected.
Misha and Ellis were now alone, which had been the Posse’s intention from the start. Ellis had no intention of breaking the ice, so it became up to Misha to start the conversation. Since Mark asked him to help, Misha had gone over numerous scenarios in his head. They seemed like good ideas. But now that he was alone with Ellis, they seemed awkward and forced—practiced scripts weren’t really something he liked using. Misha had always been at his best when he simply talked from the heart.
“Jeremiah and Ellis are hurting you,” he said, cutting right to the chase.
Ellis remained silent.
“You know they are not your friends. They are selfish.”
Ellis still said nothing.
“They are not beating you up, but they are doing something to you.”
Ellis looked away from Misha to another part of the room, an expression of agony on his face.
“Mark, me, Will, Patrick, all of us have helped you before. We are your friends and you are our friend. Now you must trust us.”
It was Misha’s turn to be silent. He looked at Ellis with nothing but kindness in his eyes. The torturous interrogation that Ellis had envisioned turned out being a plea from a boy who wasn’t accusing him of anything. Instead, he was offering the simple gift of friendship.
Ellis fought to keep from crying. He took a deep breath and continued to look away from Misha. He lost the fight as tears dripped down his pale cheeks. Misha waited patiently for Ellis to speak. He had uncommon patience for a boy just short of eleven.
Conflicting thoughts ran through Ellis’s head. He was tired of being alone, but he was also frightened. Sure Misha, Mark, and Will said they wanted to be his friends, but would they feel that way if they knew the truth, or would they take sides with Jeremiah and Alden? He looked at the kind face of his Russian classmate—no, of his Russian friend.
The look of friendship and trust on Misha’s face and in Misha’s eyes took him from dripping tears to body shaking sobs. Misha walked over to him and placed his arm around the weeping boy. “I am your friend,” he said quietly, remembering how Nikki’s enveloping arm and quiet voice would make him feel better when things were getting him down.
Ellis realized he needed to tell somebody about what Jeremiah was doing. He couldn’t keep facing the problem by himself. Barry was a great friend, but in many ways the friendship of the older boy with the younger boy was more about sex than anything else. Misha was right. He had to trust somebody or he wouldn’t be able to stand living anymore.
“Jeremiah has a picture,” he finally confessed. As soon as he said it, he started sobbing again. Misha waited for him to calm down before asking what the picture was about. “It’s me naked with lipstick and eye shadow and a boner and my hand on the boner and Alden took it with my camera and Jeremiah has it on the memory card and he will show it to everybody if I don’t do what he wants.” Ellis spat it all out as fast as he could before he could stop himself from saying anything at all.
“Then we must get the picture,” Misha said, offering a simple solution to the problem. He thought for a moment and asked if there were copies of the picture.
Ellis told him about the sealed envelope. “The only picture is the one on the memory card.” Misha still had his arm around Ellis and he squeezed his friend tighter. Ellis grabbed onto it. “You must hate me now,” he said.
“Why should I hate you because somebody has a picture of you? I told you that I am your friend. Now we must get the picture.”
“But I was doing something nasty.”
“There were many things I have done that could be in a picture like that,” Misha said.
Misha nodded. “Someday I will tell you some things.”
“For real?” Ellis repeated.
Misha nodded. “But, we must now talk with Mark and the others. We are making plans about how to get Jeremiah. First, I think we get the picture.”
Ellis saw a box of tissues on a shelf. He left the chair, grabbed a handful, and wiped his eyes and blew his nose. Misha told him he was going into the back room to get the other three boys. He opened the door and, like Mark had been, he was stunned by what he saw.
As soon as Paul shut the door to the outside room he went to the couch. He opened his pants, pulled them and his boxers to his ankles, then sat. His boner stood at a proud five inches; he had grown down there since the challenge in September. Will pulled his pants and boxers down as well, displaying almost three-and-a-half inches of hard, hairless pubescent cock.
“You look ready,” Paul said.
“Never been readier,” Will told him.
“Let’s see if you’re as good at cock sucking as your big brother.
“I’m even better.”
Before school they had talked about what they were going to do while waiting for the issue with Ellis to be resolved. “Mr. Vargas might catch us,” Will said.
“If he does he might join us.” While there was no evidence of any kind to back it up, the handsome bachelor teacher had a reputation for liking boys in “that way” and even bedding down with some. “He knows what goes on in that lounge. And if he came in he’d just see Ellis and them. He never comes into the back room.”
Will liked the idea of blowing a boy his brother, Gary, had sucked in this same room. He liked the idea of being naughty in school. When he told his brother what he and Paul were going to do, he received a revelation.
“That’s what Paul told you?” Gary asked. “He told you we jacked off in there? Well, yeah, sometimes we did, but we also traded blow jobs in there. Ask him about it. That pussy better own up to it.”
Paul did own up to it when he was asked the next morning. “I just didn’t want to freak out a bunch of little ten-year-olds,” he said.
“I’ve been doing blow jobs since I was like seven,” Will said. “It wouldn’t have freaked me out.”
Will go down on his knees, edging between Paul’s legs. He quickly put his lips around Paul’s cock and started sucking on it. The boys knew they didn’t have much time. Paul wasn’t as big as Gary and Will was pleased by how much he could get into his mouth.
He’d barely gotten started when the door opened and Mark stepped into the room. Will knew Mark had a clue about sex and didn’t miss a beat as his friend stood transfixed. But, Mark quickly recovered, shut the door, and took a seat next to Paul on the old couch.
“I can’t believe you guys are doing this,” Mark said somewhat awestruck.
“It’s called a blow job,” Paul said as if Mark didn’t know what was going on. Mark had been one of the assertive boys during the challenge which kept Paul from being too worried about what Mark might think.
“I know what it is. Fifth graders aren’t stupid.”
They sure seem to know more than I did in fifth grade, Paul thought. “Do you want to join in?” Paul asked.
Mark didn’t have to be asked twice. His pants and boxers were at his ankles almost instantly. He didn’t even consider being caught; after all there was a room between him and the hall. The presence of the teenager on the couch made this experience way beyond anything he’d ever tried before.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Whatever you want to do,” Paul said. “But do it quick.”
Will finally let go of Paul, a string of saliva stretching from his mouth to the glans of the teen cock. “We can lick it and suck it together,” he said.
“Have you ever sucked dick before?” Paul asked.
“I’m eleven, what do you think?” Mark answered, as if his question explained everything.
Paul wiggled to the center of the couch. Will and Mark set themselves on either side of him, lying prone with their faces on his lap, their smooth white asses in the air and their legs hanging over the arms of the couch. The two tweens went to work licking the sides of Paul’s erection, fondling and manipulating his balls, running their fingers over his shaft, putting his glans in their mouths, and sometimes finding themselves licking each other’s tongue or mouth. The fifth graders were having a blast being sexy and nasty with the older boy, while Paul thought he’d died and gone to pubescent heaven.
He placed a hand on each round ass, rubbing the smooth skin, manipulating the boyish globes as the two fifth graders worked on his cock like hungry pups. The two pups started humping the couch as they eagerly used their mouths on their eighth grade friend. Paul moaned with pleasure, the tweens emitted light grunts and groans, as the sexual tension in the room rose.
“Shit, that feels good,” Mark said when Paul started rubbing Mark’s pucker with his index finger before pushing it in to the second knuckle.
“Oh, shit, dudes, I’m cumming,” Paul moaned. Will and Mark bumped heads in their race to place their lips around Paul’s cockhead. Mark had never sucked a mature cock that ejected sperm, although he’d read about it online. He wanted to have the experience for himself. He knew he was supposed to swallow and he wondered if he could do it.
Will had sucked his brother numerous times along with a couple of his friends. He wanted to finish what he started with Paul, but he could tell Mark wanted the experience of having sperm shooting into his mouth. He let Mark have Paul’s cock. He jacked the base of Paul’s cock as Mark put his lips around the head.
“Fuck, here it coooooooooooooooomes,” Paul moaned. Mark felt the teen cock spasm and felt one, two, three, four shots of cum filling his mouth. He swallowed some, lost some down his chin, swallowed a bit more, and wondered if he was doing it right.
It was then that Misha opened the door and saw the scene. What he saw was two white butts bouncing on the couch, with Will and Mark face to face in Paul’s crotch, Paul’s finger part way into Mark’s asshole, Paul moaning with pleasure, and Mark obviously swallowing the teen’s ejaculate. Misha thought he’d stepped a past world—it was like he’d been momentarily sent back to the orphanage.
He closed the door and stepped into the room just as Will enjoyed a dry orgasm brought on by humping the couch. Mark turned over on his back when he heard the door close. Misha stared at Mark’s hairless cock sticking into the air while Mark fought off momentary embarrassment at being caught by his teammate.
“Hi, Misha,” Mark finally said.
“You may wish to wipe off your face,” Misha said matter-of-factly.
“I’m really close to coming,” Mark told him as he quickly regained his composure. Paul placed the hand that had been dislodged from Mark’s ass on Mark’s erection. He used two fingers to start masturbating the boy who was so close to orgasm it only took a few seconds to get him off.
“I am glad you all had so much fun,” Misha said, with a strong note of disapproval in his voice.
“Paul was horny,” Will said, not bothering to mention that the tryst had been planned before they went down to the basement.
“It’s not their fault,” Paul said trying to protect the younger boys. “I pulled my pants down.”
“Yeah, and then we all got horny,” Mark said. He was surprised at Misha’s attitude. “It’s not like you don’t mess around some.”
“What you did is not wrong” Misha said, trying desperately to explain himself clearly. “But we are here to help Ellis, and this sex, it does not help him.”
Mark felt a rare wave of guilt wash over him. Misha was right, and he knew it. They had come down here to find a solution to Ellis’s problem with Jeremiah, not to have an orgy in the back room. He sat up and self-consciously pulled up his pants. Misha went to the sink, pulled some paper towels out of the holder, and wetted them in the sink. He brought them, along with some dry ones and cleaned Paul’s cum off of Mark’s face.
“You were right, Misha,” Mark said sheepishly. “It was the wrong time to do what we did. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too,” Will said.
“Like I said, it was my fault,” Paul said. “I should have known better.”
Then Mark looked at Misha with a glint in his eye. “But, next time, you’ll just have to join us.” Mark was not one to stay on a guilt trip for long.
Misha couldn’t help but smile at the audacity of his friend and teammate. “This time, it is good Ellis does not know what happened here.” And, while Misha disapproved of the timing of the little orgy in the back room, that didn’t stop him from getting a boner that was ready to split his underpants after watching the action on the couch.
The four boys reentered the lounge where Ellis was sitting quietly. “You guys must have had a lot to say,” Ellis said. “I guess Misha told you everything.”
“Nope, he didn’t tell us nothing,” Mark said. “We were talking about a whole different problem. But, he said you were ready to tell us what’s going on.” Which is what Ellis, with the help of Misha, did.
When he finished, Mark took charge. “We need another Posse meeting and we need it tomorrow.” He looked at Will, Ellis, and Paul, the three non-Posse boys. “We might need you guys there too, especially Ellis. But the whole Posse has to agree first.”
“We’re not part of the Posse,” Will said. “I can see Ellis being there, but why me and Paul?”
“Because we need lots of help,” Mark said. “And I don’t know about the rest, but I trust you guys totally.” He grinned at Ellis and went on. “Even if you did mess me up some at election time. But I also know you didn’t narc on me, so it’s not all bad.”
“I am agreeing with Mark. And there is a way you can be a part of the Posse for awhile,” Misha said.
“How,” Ellis asked.
“By making you deputies.”
“You mean deputize us, just like in the movies?” Paul asked.
Mark grinned. “Yeah, I like that idea. Misha rocks again. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
That ended the meeting and the boys left the student council lounge. Will and Paul made sure the rooms were clean and shut off the lights. Mr. Vargas was pretty strict about keeping the facility neat—the older boys, especially, made sure to clean up their spilled semen.
On the way home in the Kirkwood chariot, Mark emphasized that Ellis had to be at the Saturday strategy meeting of the Posse. “Even if you’re not a deputy, we gotta have your help to get that picture.”
Kristy wondered what kind of picture they were talking about, but tactfully kept her mouth shut.
“What if I can’t get a ride?” Ellis asked.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you one.”
“It’s always nice to be consulted,” Kristy said.
“You gotta get us to Neville’s house anyway, so what’s another stop, right?”
“I was just letting you know it helps to discuss things before you promise something.”
“Okay, it’s discussed. Ellis can get a ride if he needs it.”
Ellis grinned, wishing he had that kind of assertiveness with his mother. Of course, he hadn’t seen how often Mark’s chutzpah backfired, either.
The Posse’s meeting before school the next day was short and sweet. All five were in agreement that Ellis, Will, and Paul would be deputized into the Posse.
“Since he was our guide, Paul is really part of the Posse anyway,” Patrick observed.
Mark had told Matthew about his sexual adventure with Paul and Will. While Matthew acknowledged that is sounded like a lot of fun, he also agreed with Misha that the timing was bad.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done what I did,” Mark said, “because you’d be lying.”
“I would have done it,” Matthew smirked, “but that doesn’t mean it was right.”
Misha, with Mark’s permission, told Patrick and Neville what had transpired in the back room. Patrick was amused, but he agreed with Misha that the timing was bad. Neville was horrified by the entire incident. It was something a dork like Max would do as far as he was concerned.
The Posse agreed at their impromptu meeting that there would be nothing sexual of any kind, including talking about it, at Neville’s house on Saturday. It was their intent to be all business.
The day ended with good news. Everybody in Mr. Jackson’s class, including Mr. Jackson, noticed the friendliness between Ellis and Mark. Unlike the “friendship” of Ellis and Jeremiah, this one didn’t look forced; the smiles on their faces were genuine. The talk around class was that Mark’s claim that Jeremiah and Alden had set him up might, in fact, be true. The result was Mark winning one of the two student senate positions in Mr. Jackson’s class. The other winner was Vic.
The Posse was quite pleased that Mark won. Even though they had yet to plot their strategy, the boys had the gut feeling that Mark’s winning a seat in the senate would be crucial to what they were calling their “operation.”
For the first time in what seemed like forever, Ellis was able to relax on Friday night. On a whim, he called Barry and asked if he wanted to spend the night. While Barry had plans for Saturday, he had none for Friday. After some parental negotiations, Ellis ended up overnighting at Barry’s house instead.
Barry’s parents were out for the evening, leaving just after Ellis arrived. Ellis knew why Barry wanted Ellis to come over to his house, and his theory was proven right just after Barry’s parents left. Barry pulled his bag of pot out of its hiding place and asked Ellis if he wanted to try some. As always, Ellis declined. His drug of choice was a cock up his ass.
After Barry smoked some weed on the back deck, he and Ellis got naked and enjoyed sex on the floor in the recreation room, at least the first time. The second time was on the counter that ran down the center of the kitchen. Barry smoked some more weed while Ellis waited in the kitchen. Then Barry invited Ellis to come outside.
“I’m not smoking any of that,” Ellis said.
“I know, you don’t need to.” While Barry really wanted Ellis to get high with him, he knew how stubborn the younger boy could be. “I just wanna fuck you out here.”
“It’s cold out there.”
“Put a hoodie on. I just need your butt naked.”
Ellis pulled on one of Barry’s hoodies. It was long enough to almost be a skirt on the little boy. And so the third time was on the grass in the backyard. Ellis wondered if the neighbors could see what they were doing, but he didn’t care. He had what he wanted and had come for as Barry rode him on the lawn with his dick, filling Ellis’s butt for the third time that night.
Ellis loved the feel of Barry’s boner in his ass yet one more time. He wished there was a way for that cock to stay there forever. He grunted and moaned and played with his little pubescent boner as he felt Barry’s boner sloshing through the cum already in his insides.
“Oh, Barry it’s so good.” Ellis didn’t know of anything that could feel as good as being fucked. He pulled up the bottom of his hoodie, revealing his belly and chest. “I’m getting hot.” Barry grinned and slowed down his pummeling, letting Ellis pull the hoodie off and become completely naked out on the back yard grass.
“Dude, you’ve been hot all night,” Barry said, feeling grown up with his sexy talk.
Barry went back to hammering the younger boy under him, loving how tight Ellis’s ass felt, how beautiful the now naked preteen was, how smooth his cock felt sliding through his own cum. He never imagined he’d think of a boy as being beautiful, but that was what he was thinking. In the back of his mind he wondered if he was having that thought because he was stoned.
“Oh, fuck, dude, I’m gonna cum again. Shit…shit…shit…fuck…shit, I’m cummmmmmmmmmming. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Once again Barry filled Ellis’s ass as Ellis experienced his own intense, but dry, orgasm.
Barry pulled out of the smooth ass, giving Ellis an empty feeling. Even in the dark yard, Barry could see the emission of three orgasms leaking out of the younger boy’s ass. His head was spinning as the result of the sex and from the effects of the weed.
Placing his hand on Ellis’s ass, Barry rubbed some of his cum around the smooth globe. The smell of sex wafted from the boy’s nether regions. Ellis looked beautiful, his white ass was beyond sexy, the smells were overwhelming the pubescent boy, and Barry found himself pulling up Ellis’s legs and sticking his head into the ass and slurping out the leaking cum, eating it, drinking it, not caring what was mixed with it. He just knew he couldn’t get enough of it.
Ellis moaned, hoping Barry would fuck him again, but Barry was tripping out on the marijuana he’d smoked and was soon licking, then stopping, sucking on the pucker, and stopping again, until he simply stopped.
“I am so fucking hungry,” he said. “I gotta eat.”
“You’ve been eating me,” Ellis said with uncanny accuracy.
Barry lowered the younger boy’s legs and stood up, shakily. He wandered into the kitchen with Ellis following, leaving the hoodie on the lawn.
Barry poured himself a bowl of Fruit Loops. “Want some?” he asked Ellis, who accepted the offer. After emptying his bowl, Barry filled it again, adding milk and sugar to the already sweetened cereal. He grabbed another joint off of the counter.
“Want some of this?” Barry asked. Ellis shook his head and Barry opened the door to the deck and lit up again. He knew he was stoned and he was getting even more stoned. He wished Ellis would join him. He hoped Ellis was ready to fuck again.
There was no fourth time, but Ellis didn’t care. Barry was too stoned to do anything but collapse on his bed. Ellis was happy, however. He was able to sleep with a boy and cuddle up to him. The fact that the boy was now stoned out of his mind was irrelevant. The fact that the boy hadn’t asked him to put makeup or lipstick on made Ellis even happier. Barry had even liked his fingernails.
While Ellis wished that Barry hadn’t gotten stoned, it was still close to a perfect night. The meeting on Wednesday had lifted a weight off his shoulders. The fact he was going to be a deputy on the Posse meant he had friends. For Ellis, life hadn’t been this good in a long time.
He wasn’t the only boy to have fun on Friday night. In a touch of irony, Michelle and Megan had two friends spend the night: Lisa and Violet. Of course Mark and Matthew did their utmost to be pains in the ass.
“We know you’re going to mess around,” Mark said before the company arrived. “At least you can let us watch some.”
“Like you would let us and our friends watch you do your disgusting boy stuff,” Michelle said.
“Yeah, and you licking each other’s pussies isn’t disgusting?” Mark said.
“We don’t do that,” Megan insisted. “And even if we did, it’s not like putting a penis in your mouth. Now THAT is disgusting.”
“Please, let us watch. We’ll even let you watch us suck dick once,” Matthew pleaded, ignoring Megan’s comment about blow jobs.
“We’re not doing anything,” Michelle said. “We’re too old for that stuff now.”
“Yeah, like being twelve makes you all grown up,” Mark said.
“It’s more grown up than being eleven.”
After a lot of bantering back and forth, Michelle came up with an idea. “Since we don’t want little boys watching us, you put on lipstick and wear some of our old panties. Then you can sit in the room for a half hour watching us while we pretend you’re girls.”
“I knew it all the time,” Matthew said, “you were going to do stuff. But after we dress like girls, I bet you won’t do anything.”
“I promise we will.”
“Mom will freak if she sees us,” Matthew said.
“Mom freaks out about everything, anyway.”
The result was the two eleven-year-old boys being given two pairs of panties. With the boys sitting on the bed clad only in the panties, the four girls split into teams of two and put lipstick and mascara on each boy. What made it worthwhile was the fact that panties was all the girls were wearing as well, so the two boys each had two sets of developing preteen titties hovering near them. The boys wondered what Ellis would think if he saw them now.
They were given a hands-off order and, after Mark kissed one of Violet’s nipples, a very terse mouth-off order was added. “I should get one kiss in, too, since Mark got one,” Matthew protested.
“You’re just mad because I’m smarter than you are,” Mark told him, which only served to make his brother angrier.
Michelle got out her phone ready to take pictures, but Mark and Matthew brought an immediate halt to that. They knew all too well what kind of hell Ellis had gone through because of his picture. The boys won that argument.
The girls did note that the boys had boners. It was hard to hide the fact behind the tight fitting panties.
The only ones who got any kind of a thrill out of the twins’ putting makeup on were the four girls. They thought it was hilarious, their giggling being a constant irritation for the two boys.
They didn’t get to see the girls lick each other’s pussies, in fact they didn’t even get to see their pussies. What they did see was the girls sucking and licking each others breasts, French kiss each other, and rub each other’s crotches through their panties. Realizing they weren’t going to be invited to take part, they decided to do their own thing, pulling off their panties and sitting on the floor masturbating as they watched the action on Megan’s bed.
Almost five minutes went by before the girls realized what was happening on the other side of the room. It was Michelle who caught on first.
“You two stop that and get your panties back on,” she yelled to no avail. Mark and Matthew were both at the point of no return and came within seconds of each other. Mark had a small, clear drop squirt out on his first spasm.
“Ew, was that sperms?” Violet asked.
“Yep,” Mark said proudly, wondering where the squirt had landed. It was the first time his cum had squirted; before it had just dribbled out.
“I thought boys got a lot more,” Lisa said.
“They do when they get older and get hair and shit. And it gets thicker, too,” Mark said knowingly. After all, he had just had a sample of an older boy’s sperms a couple of days before.
“He’s right,” Michelle said. “Billy Overton shoots lots more and he has hair. He’s almost thirteen.”
“You watched a boy cum?” Matthew asked, gaining a bit of respect for his sister.
“I even jerked him off to make it happen.”
Matthew looked at Mark and both boys grinned. “You and Megan can both practice on us if you want,” Mark said.
“Your half hour is more than over,” Michelle said.
“Yeah, like we ever got to do anything except sit here and look stupid.”
The boys got off the floor and started to leave when Violet stopped them. “You guys are way cooler than Michelle and Megan said you were.”
“Gee, thanks, sisters,” Matthew said with a touch of sarcasm.
“Since Mark got to kiss my boob you can, too,” she told Matthew, who was on it right away, his cocklet springing back to life. He not only kissed it, he sucked on it, but Violet knocked his hand away when he placed it on the crotch of her panties.
“That’s enough,” Michelle said. Matthew let the budding breast drop from his mouth.
“That’s not fair,” Mark said. “All I got to do was kiss it.”
“I guess I’m just smarter than you,” Matthew told him.
The boys left the panties they had worn on the floor and returned to their room. They took the cold cream their sisters have given them and cleaned off their faces. They’d cleaned off make-up before after wearing Halloween costumes, so the process was quick.
They each grabbed a pair of boxers to put on when their parents got home from visiting friends, and headed downstairs to find a basketball game on television. They had a ten o’clock game in the morning and had no intention of staying up too late.
“It feels good to be a boy again,” Mark said.
Matthew nodded in agreement. “Ain’t no way I’m doing that again. If those girls want to see a boy in makeup again, we’ll invite Ellis over.”
Patrick spent the night at Misha’s house. Both boys knew spending the night would mean sex—they just didn’t know what kind of sex. They ended up side-by-side in Misha’s bed rubbing their dicks together. While they licked each other’s chests and shoulders, they didn’t kiss. Their position soon changed and Patrick was on top of Misha. He ground his cocklet hard into Misha’s, his head next to the boy who was becoming his best friend. He loved the feel of Misha’s smooth cheek against his own. It didn’t take them long to hump their way to a pair of dry orgasms. Their boners never went soft and neither one felt totally satisfied.
Their second time around took longer. This time they masturbated each other. Once again their positions would change around as they manipulated each other. When Misha got close Patrick pushed Misha’s hand away and put all of his energy into his friend’s uncut cock until he jacked him over the top. As soon as Misha recovered his breath, he returned the favor, giving Patrick a satisfying climax.
They lay on their sides facing each other, talking about what they had done and about their being best friends.
“Do you think we’re best friends?” Patrick asked.
“Oh yes, the very best friends,” Misha said. He placed his arm around Patrick’s side, letting his hand rest on the young boy’s firm bubble butt.
“I’ve wanted to be best friends with you forever.”
“Me, too. And now you are my Wombat boyfriend.”
“That means you’re my Wolverine boyfriend.”
Misha rubbed Patrick’s ass cheek.
“That feels nice,” Patrick said.
Misha wanted to do more. He wanted to kiss Patrick, he wanted to suck Patrick’s cock, he wanted Patrick to suck his cock, he wanted to fuck Patrick’s ass, and he wanted Patrick to fuck his ass. Because he felt protective of his younger friend, he didn’t suggest any of those alternatives. With his characteristic patience he would wait for Patrick to suggest new things to do.
Patrick knew that Misha was more experienced sexually than he was. He wanted Misha to show him more than what they were doing, but he was afraid to suggest anything lest Misha think he was a pervert or something like it.
Both boys enjoyed the sexual contact, but when they finished it felt like something was missing. Even though things didn’t go as far as either of them wanted, they were happy with the way things were. Misha and Patrick had nursed boy crushes on each other since school had started four months before. They were spending the night together, they had had sex together, they were best friends, and now they would sleep naked in bed together. Even though they dreamed of more, both boys were right where they were supposed to be and they were content. They fell asleep happily wrapped around each other.
Neville let Dylan suck his cock while Evan watched. He was surprised how much he liked letting Evan watch what he and his brother were doing. After Neville came, he said he was going back to his room.
“He can stay and watch us, right Evan?” Dylan said.
“Sure. We’re going to fuck each other.”
“Have fun doing it. It does not interest me,” Neville said. In fact, watching them did interest him, but he was afraid that even watching the two go at it might mean he was gay. Letting Dylan suck him was as far as he was willing to go, and letting Dylan suck him with Evan watching might have been a bit farther than he was willing to go. He returned to his room wishing that Cody still came around.
For Will the evening meant sucking his brother Gary’s cock twice and getting his sucked once. Will had sucked two different cocks in three days time. He was beginning to wonder if that meant he was gay, but he shook off the thoughts—it all made him feel good and that was all that counted.
That was the mindset of the Posse and their soon to be deputies as they showed up at Neville’s house the next day. Misha’s father took Misha, Will, and Patrick, the twins rode with Kristi, picking up Ellis before stopping at Neville’s house. Paul rode his bike over.
Before they started their meeting, Neville’s mother prepared lunch. She was pleased to have a houseful of young boys. There were eight in Patrick’s group plus Dylan and Evan, making for ten boys. For Shelley this was what made motherhood exciting. For Reginald having a house full of preadolescent boys was a good excuse to take advantage of the rare sunny January day and go golfing with friends.
The lunch of lasagna, garlic bread, and apple pie disappeared in a hurry. The boys helped put away dishes and cleared the table to give them a meeting place.
It was Mark who took charge as the boys sat around the now clean table. “Okay, boys, it’s time to start our planning. The first thing we need to do is deputize Ellis, Will, and Paul so they can be part of the Posse for Operation Jeremiah.”
Patrick had volunteered to take care of the deputizing. He had the three boys raise their right hands and swear their loyalty to the Posse during their time as deputies, each of them reading the loyalty statement he had written. Everyone was impressed by how Patrick handled the ceremony. The regular Posse members wished they had taken a similar oath when the Posse was first formed, it might have saved them a lot of heartache.
“Now we need to begin our operation to bring down Jeremiah and his friends,” Mark said. “Any ideas about where to start?”
Right away Patrick piped up. “We need a better name than Operation Jeremiah.”
“Like what?” Matthew asked.
“Like Operation Bullfrog.” Everybody gave Patrick a look like he had lost his mind.
“Operation Bullfrog?” Will asked. “Patrick, you come up with the weirdest ideas.”
“His ideas might sound weird, but we keep using them, so they must be pretty good,” Matthew said.
Patrick hadn’t discussed his idea with anyone including Misha, mainly because he hadn’t thought of it until they were eating lunch.
“Tell us about your idea, please,” Misha asked.
Patrick was more than willing to.
Next: Operation Bullfrog