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The school year is about to begin. But first, there is the three-day Labor Day weekend. The last chapter set up some sexy scenes for the members of the newly formed Posse. This chapter lets you know the results.
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THE HARD WAY
“You are so stupid,” Michelle screamed at her brother Mark. “You are just a totally stupid boy.”
“It’s better than being a stupid girl,” Mark retorted. “It would be totally embarrassing to be one of those.”
“It would be embarrassing just to be a boy, even if you weren’t a stupid one.”
Mark had several insults about Michelle’s mother running through his head that he had used or wanted to use, but he couldn’t use any of them because he happened to have the same mother. He found that fact to be terribly disappointing.
Speaking of their mother, Kristy suddenly appeared in the television room. “Stop the arguing right now,” she ordered.
“We weren’t arguing,” Mark said. “I was just telling her she was stupid, which is true. And since it’s true, nobody can argue about it.”
“He was, too, arguing,” Michelle said. “I wanted to watch my TV show and he wanted to watch…,” she scrunched up her face, “…football.”
“I didn’t want to watch some stupid movie like you always watch; I was watching football, until you came in and changed the channel.”
“You can watch football on your own TV.”
“You can watch your stupid show on your own TV. Football needs the big screen to see all of the action.”
“Children!” Kristy yelled, followed by muttered, “Why me?” to herself.
Before things could escalate further, Scott came into the room with Matthew and Megan. “We had a good trip to the mall, mom,” Megan said with a grin.
“I got my new shoes for school,” Matthew said.
“And they are not to be sunk to the bottom of the pool like your other ones,” Scott said.
“I just wanted to see if they were waterproof like the ad on TV said.”
“They were intended to be waterproof for walking in the rain, not for sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool overnight.”
“Well, I guess now we know they weren’t that waterproof,” Matthew said.
Kristy looked at Scott and gave him the “Why us?” shrug.
“Hey,” Matthew said, “how come the Huskies aren’t on TV.”
“Because some dorky sister wanted to watch some kind of movie with romance and kissing and all kinds of other stuff that nobody is interested in.”
“Well, I am interested in it,” Michelle said, with a heavy emphasis in the “I”.
“I thought you liked watching football,” Scott said.
“Only when I have to and when nothing more interesting is on. Besides, I like the Seahawks better than the stupid Huskies.”
Megan was about to enter the fray when Scott held up his hand. “Has this been going on all morning?” he asked.
“Only since she changed…,” Mark started.
“That’s enough. You can all watch what you want on your own TVs. I’m going to enjoy myself watching the Huskies.”
“Wait, I didn’t do anything,” Matthew protested. “Why can’t I watch the football game down here?”
“Consider it payment for the shoes,” Scott said. “Now all of you take a timeout in your own rooms.”
The four of them did as they were told, but not without a lot of grumbling. Mark was about to slam the door after entering the twins’ bedroom, but Matthew grabbed his arm. “We got in trouble for that too many times already,” he reminded his brother.
“This is stupid,” Mark said. “Michelle and Megan are stupid. Why did we have to be born into a family with two stupid sisters?”
“They were pretty nice when they let us go into their beds with them and then played with our dicks.”
“Yeah, well, they don’t do that any more, so now they are just stupid.” Mark turned on the TV. “It’s too small for football,” he complained as the game came on. While the 26” television was more than adequate for the bedroom of a pair of ten-year-olds, it was not as spectacular as the 60” TV in the home theater.
“The Huskies are ahead, though. That would be the same downstairs,” Matthew pointed out.
“Ha ha, very funny.” Mark started pulling off his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Matthew asked.
“I’m taking my shirt off, doofus.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “And now I am taking off my pants.”
“Duh. Since we’re prisoners in here we might as well be comfortable.”
“Good point.” Matthew followed suit and they soon were clad in only their white briefs and socks.
“I’d forgive Michelle if she came in and jerked me off,” Mark said.
“Cindy or Stacey would be even better,” Matthew said.
Mark put his right hand inside his briefs and started rubbing his hard little cock. “This must be what being horny is all about,” he said.
“Do you want to have an orgasm?”
“I want one bad.”
“Then I guess you must be horny.”
“Are you horny?”
“I wasn’t, but I am now.” Matthew pulled his briefs down below his balls and ass, exposing his rock hard three-inch piece of boy meat. He was standing next to the desk chair while his brother was sitting on his bed.
“Damn, your pecker is really hard,” Mark said. He pulled his briefs down to his knees. “So is mine.”
The boys looked at each other as they stroked their preteen cocks. The siren call of puberty was beginning to affect them more and more.
“Let’s go to Michelle’s room,” Mark said.
“Why not Megan’s room?” Matthew asked.
“Because I saw them both going into her room.”
“Good enough.” Matthew pulled up his briefs. “But, we’re not supposed to leave our room.”
“We can leave if we have to go pee or crap,” Mark said.
“But that’s not what we’re going to do.”
“Okay, so we got lost on the way.” They both knew getting lost in the hall would be impossible to explain in many ways, especially when they had their own bathroom and didn’t need to use the hall to access it.
“I like how you think.”
The twins quietly left their room. Matthew’s briefs were tented out by his hard cock while Mark hadn’t bothered to pull his briefs back up. He’d never felt this kind of horniness before. The two walked to the next door and stopped while Mark knocked. They knew better than to barge into one of their sister’s rooms, just like their sisters knew not to barge into theirs.
“Who is it?” came a voice. They couldn’t tell which sister it was.
“It’s us.” Mark tried to keep his voice loud enough to be heard by their sisters, but not so loud that it would be heard by their parents downstairs.
“Who is us?”
“Me and Mattie, who else?” Mark stopped himself from adding the word “stupid” to the end of the question.
“What do you want?”
“We want to talk.”
“Okay, come in. But be quick and don’t be stupid.”
The boys entered Michelle’s bedroom. What they saw was their eleven-year-old twin sisters sitting on Michelle’s bed wearing only panties and watching the Husky football game. What the girls saw was their ten-year-old twin brothers, one wearing just briefs which were pushed out by a very obvious erection, while the other was naked except for his briefs tucked under his balls and butt, exposing a raging three-inch hairless erection. Mark closed the door. None of the four was sure what to say.
Misha received a text from his mother, Lois, as he walked down the stone steps of the grand main building of the Puget Academy. He still couldn’t help marveling how the building resembled a castle. Even though the interior was remodeled and modern in many ways, the feel of oldness was still there, especially in the dark, high ceilinged hallways. The basement they had entered during the scavenger hunt seemed totally ancient. There was an eerie sense of ancient history there, as if a piece of the karma of every student who attended the academy lingered in its confines.
And if that wasn’t enough, there was the story Paul had told them of the death of a construction worker as well as of a student in the basement. What if the school is haunted? Misha thought. What if making a place more modern made it look nice, but couldn’t get rid of the ghosts? Those thoughts didn’t scare Misha. Instead they made him want to explore the bowels of the building and learn what was really there. Because of the unfamiliarity, to Misha’s mind the school was even creepier than the old building the orphanage was housed in, even though he didn’t see it as frightening.
Misha waited patiently for his mother to show. Most of the fifth graders who had been at orientation along with the eighth grade guides had been picked up. Misha noticed Paul coming down the steps, accompanied by Mr. Hiller, the drama teacher. The two said something and Mr. Hiller turned to his right to head for the parking lot. Paul noticed Misha and came over to him.
“Did you like orientation?”
“Yes, I believe so. I think am ready for the school to start on Wednesday.”
“I know I’m not. Summer vacation was way too short.”
Misha tried to fathom how a vacation that was over two months long could be considered too short. He never got vacations that long in Russia.
“It was really cool that your table picked your team name,” Paul said. “I think it is one of the best team names in the whole fifth grade.”
“You really do think so?”
“Will you do more with our team?”
“Sometimes. I’m always ready to answer your questions about stuff and help you guys any way I can. But, sometimes us guides get assigned to do stuff with you.”
“Are we really going to do the measuring?”
“That we are. It should be fun.”
Misha, who was without a doubt the most experienced boy in the fifth grade sexually, felt a stirring in his groin. He wondered if Paul was like the older boys at the orphanage, wanting to have sex with the younger ones.
“It will be fun, I think,” Misha said.
“So you’re not nervous about it? I mean about somebody seeing you with a boner and shit?”
Misha noted Paul’s use of the word shit. He knew when to use Russian cusswords, but he had no idea of the proper way to use American ones. The only two words he really knew were shit and fuck, which some would say was all he needed to know. “Many boys have seen me with a boner,”
“For real?” Now it was Paul’s turn to feel a stirring. In his case the stirring quickly turned into a full-fledged boner.
Misha blushed, wondering if he had given out too much information. One thing he had learned was that his life with other boys at the orphanage was not the way life was among the boys he’d met in his new homeland, and the Puget Academy was not at all like anything he’d experienced in either Russia or his new home in America.
Before he could answer Paul’s question, Misha’s mom drove up the driveway and stopped in front of him. Misha gave Paul a surprisingly shy wave and got into the backseat of the car.
Lois looked back and gave her son a wide smile. “Hello, Misha. How did orientation go today?”
Misha buckled his seatbelt as the car started up. “Very good. The team picked my name.”
“Oh, Misha, that is wonderful. I am so proud of you.” Lois’s gushing embarrassed Misha even more than the sexual overtones of his chat with Paul.
“Table five is now the Puget Posse.”
“I have some more good news for you, I think.”
“And this good news is what?”
“With the weather being so nice, we decided tomorrow might be a wonderful day to go to Wild Waves.” They had taken Misha to Wild Waves before, so he knew what it was all about.
“Yes, it would be.”
“Don’t sound too excited now.”
“I am excited, mother.”
“Would you be more excited if I told you that Ben and Troy were going with us?” Misha’s giant smile told her all she needed to know.
“Can Ben stay the tonight?”
“He can’t tonight, his family has plans. But, I am willing to bet tomorrow night things might just manage to work out.”
Lois and Ryan had planned on spending the Labor Day weekend in Las Vegas. In fact, Lois had actually started making reservations online when a stray thought struck her. This was the weekend before Misha was to start school, and the poor boy was very likely going to be scared to death. This was not a weekend to leave him with another family, even if Misha and Ben had become good friends. She picked up her phone and called Ryan, who agreed with her totally, and she cancelled their plans.
Then, another stray thought hit her. It should not have taken a stray thought to make her change her mind. The idea of leaving Misha alone for that weekend should never have been considered. She and Ryan obviously still had a lot to learn about parenting. This incident was definitely one she would be bringing up with the social worker.
That night, Misha went to bed excited about the next day. He had loved his previous visit to Wild Waves. Even better, Ben would be coming with them, and a phone call had confirmed that he would be spending the night on Saturday. Misha wanted to jerk off, but he was too tired and fell asleep almost as soon as his parents closed his bedroom door.
The next day at Wild Waves was even better than Misha had imagined. Ben was like a fish in the water. He was a frequent visitor to Wild Waves and showed Misha a lot of new tricks to make the slides and pools even more fun.
The adventure finally rolled to a close. Ben, Troy, and Misha headed for the changing room. Troy had found some other boys (and a couple of girls) his age to hang with, but he met the family at the agreed upon time.
Misha quickly shed his swim shorts and grabbed his towel. He was still surprised at how long board shorts were. While Misha hadn’t had much opportunity to swim, the orphanage did stage occasional field trips to one of the municipal pools, where Speedo type swim trunks were the order of the day. To Misha, Ben looked almost like he was wearing a skirt to swim in.
When Misha turned to head into the shower, he was stunned to see a familiar face come out of the shower room. Not only was the person familiar, he was naked. Not only was he naked, but his penis became instantly erect when he looked at Misha, like he’d seen happen to some of the older boys in the shower at the orphanage. On top of that, when he saw the other boy’s penis become erect, his uncut cocklet did the same and almost as quickly.
Misha and Patrick stared at each other, stunned at what was happening. It wasn’t seeing their class teammate naked that stunned them; after all, this was a changing room. It was seeing each other instantly bone up that was the shocker. The tableau was broken when Ian walked out of the shower and said quite loudly, “Patrick, you got a boner.”
“So does Misha,” said Ben, who had just pulled off his board shorts.
Both boys were embarrassed. But for Misha the embarrassment was only slight. After all, he was used to nudity and boys having boners. For Patrick the embarrassment was almost devastating. His entire body seemed on fire as he grabbed his towel off of its hook and quickly covered himself.
“Hello, Patrick,” Misha said as if nothing untoward had happened. His erection was still exposed. Patrick couldn’t take his eyes off of the beauty of the uncut cock of the ten-year-old standing in front of him. He’d seen some of his friends, like Zane, with boners, but he’d never seen an uncircumcised penis hard. He also noticed that Misha seemed to be well-endowed, his hard cock standing probably an inch longer than his little boy tool.
“Um…um…um…,” was all Patrick could get out.
“I think you’re supposed to say hi to him,” Ian advised.
It was the first time Patrick and Misha saw each other naked and was a moment neither one of them would forget.
Ten-year-old Vicki stared at her ten-year-old step-cousin. “How come your pajamas are sticking out like that?”
Neville could have been mortified at being caught boned up by his step-cousin, but, thanks to his experiences with Kathy, the babysitter, he took it in stride. “It’s because I have a boner.”
“What is a boner?”
“It means my willy got hard.”
“Oh, can I see?” Save for quick accidental glimpses of her father, Vicki had never seen the male sexual organs.
Without hesitating, Neville opened the top button on his pajama bottoms and let them drop. Vicki was all but drooling as she looked at the naked boy for the first time. His hairless body was mostly like hers, except for what was located between his legs. “Does it hurt?”
“No, it feels good most of the time.”
“You mean it hurts sometimes?”
“Only if it gets stuck in my pants.”
“Is it always like that?”
“No, usually it is soft and hangs down.”
“So, why does it become a boner?”
“It’s supposed to have something to do with sex.”
Vicki blushed, her eyes wide with surprise, “That means you want to have sex with me?” She had little idea what that meant, but the thought excited and scared her at the same time.
“No way, you’re almost my cousin. Sometimes it just gets hard like that. It’s hard to explain.” He looked at the cute little brunette in his room, her straight hair hanging to her shoulders. He could feel his little member twitching as he stood before her in all his glory, as she faced him wearing her green flannel pajamas. Maybe he really did want to have sex with her. “Will you pull down your bottoms so I can look at you?”
“I don’t know if I should.”
“Well, you are looking at me. I should be able to look at you.”
“I better go before your mom and dad catch us.” She turned and hurried out of the room. Neville kicked his pajama bottoms off and flopped on his bed, jacking off to a dry orgasm that seemed to be lacking something.
Mark, Matthew, Michelle, and Megan stood in Michelle’s room staring at each other. It was Michelle who broke the silence.
“What are you two doing in here? And why is Mark wearing his underpants pulled down?” She didn’t mention anything about her two younger brothers having erections.
“We came to see what you were doing,” Matthew said.
“Yeah, and why are you watching the football game when you turned it off when I was watching it downstairs and got me in trouble?” Mark asked.
“And why are you wearing nothing but your panties?” Matthew asked.
“We could ask you the same question about your underpants,” Michelle said. “And Mark didn’t answer my question how why he is showing off his boner.”
“Because I’m horny,” Mark answered honestly.
“I think it’s because you two are crazy,” Megan said. “I bet you both want to do sex stuff with us and that’s why you came in here.”
Matthew looked over at Mark. “We just got snagged,” he said.
“You’re not supposed to admit it,” Mark told him.
“Why? You’re the one that said we were horny.”
“I said I was horny.”
Matthew pulled his briefs down to his ankles and stepped out of them. “Well, I’m horny, too,” he said as he exposed his own raging erection.
“Well, we’re not horny,” Michelle said with a sniff.
“Then, why are you sitting on the bed together almost naked?” Matthew asked.
“Snagged,” Mark said.
“We just wanted to be comfortable,” Megan said.
“I bet you were feeling each other’s titties,” Mark said.
“Yeah, doing it while you were watching the football game you said you didn’t want to watch,” Matthew added.
Mark yanked his briefs down and off and was now completely naked as well. “Now I’m comfortable. You need to get comfortable, too,” he told his sisters.
“You two need to leave,” Michelle said.
“Because it’s my room and I said so.”
Mark got onto Michelle’s bed and sat next to her. “We’ll leave if you give us a blow job first,” he said sweetly.
“Yeah, that’s all we want,” Matthew agreed.
“You two are totally crazy,” Megan said.
“Uh uh, we told you we aren’t crazy, we told you we were horny.”
“You’re too young to be horny. You’re only ten. Boys our age get horny, but not little boys like you. You are both sex fiends.”
“Yeah, like eleven-year-old boys are studs or something,” Matthew said. “Not!”
Mark placed his hand on Michelle’s puffy nipple of her newly developing breast. “Is that what Megan was doing to you?”
“You better leave or I’ll tell mom and dad you guys were trying to rape us,” Michelle said.
“We would never do that,” Mark said, his hand still on his sister’s breast. She made no attempt to remove it. He would have stopped feeling her up if she had. “We’re not that crazy. That’s wrong and stupid.”
“Tell that to mom and dad,” Megan said. Michelle said nothing. She was enjoying what her brother was doing to her, which was what Megan had been doing before her brothers barged into the room. Megan had been sucking her little nub and rubbing her pussy when the twins knocked on the door.
“We’ll just tell them you were feeling each other up,” Matthew said, wishing he was on the bed, which had no room for him.
“We’ll tell them you were naked in our room with boners,” Megan said.
“You can let me do to you what Mark is doing to Michelle,” Matthew told Megan. “Then you won’t have to tell anybody anything.
“Mom and dad could come up any minute,” Megan said. “You two better go back to your room.”
“We will after you give us a blow job,” Mark insisted, “or let us suck your boobs.”
“I will never, ever, give you a blow job,” Michelle said.
Mark released her little nub of a breast and grabbed her hand and placed it on his hard cock. “You can give me a hand job then.”
“You better leave now,” Michelle said, her breast now free from Mark’s ministrations, which she wanted him to continue and stop doing at the same time. Her hand did not leave his hard three-inch tool. He sucked on her hard nipple as she slowly moved her hand along his little boner.
Matthew put his fingers on Megan’s little pubescent nub and stroked it. “You can touch me if you want,” he whispered hoarsely.
Mark looked down at his cock, then at his sister, and grinned. “You gonna jerk me off now?” Her hand quickly freed his boy tool. “Why did you stop?”
“Get off of my bed,” Michelle commanded, and he got up off of the bed.
“Can we come into your rooms tonight and play in your beds like we used to?” Mark asked.
“We said never again and we meant it,” Megan said.
“Now leave,” Michelle said.
“You never told us why you were watching football,” Matthew said.
Mark and Matthew quickly left the room, leaving their underpants behind.
“Well, that was fun,” Matthew said to Mark as they shut the door to their room, “even if I barely got to feel up Megan.”
“I wish we could have done more. That was nice. They get so weird about sex stuff I can never figure out what they really want to do.”
“Well, since you got to get more feels in than me, you can give me the blowjob those two wouldn’t give us,” Matthew said.
Matthew sat back on his bed and Mark got between his legs. Without any fanfare he put his lips around his twin brother’s cocklet and let it slide into his mouth until his nose touched Matthew’s bare pubic area. Mark bobbed his head and used his tongue, while he rubbed under his brother’s tight ball sac. They had learned a lot about oral sex in their own sex play and wished they could teach those tricks to their sisters. That way “they would know how to make a boy happy” was how they put it. Mark diligently jerked himself off as he sucked off his brother.
Since the two of them had worked themselves up to a sexual frenzy, it didn’t take long for Matthew to have a dry orgasm in his brother’s mouth. Without missing a beat, Matthew got down on the floor and placed his brother’s cocklet into his mouth and sucked him to a quick orgasm.
“Well, that was even more fun than with the dork twins,” Mark said as the two naked boys each flopped onto his own bed. “I’m not horny any more.”
“If only Megan and Michelle could have sucked us,” Matthew said.
“Or better yet, Cindy and Stacy,” Mark said with a sigh.
“Yeah, that would be better yet.”
“But, I still want to know why they had the Husky game on.”
Ian received permission to spend another night at Patrick’s house. Since Ian and Patrick had seen each other naked in the changing room, Patrick was able to convince Ian to get naked and to sleep naked, but he couldn’t convince him to sleep in his bed.
“You have a boner again,” Ian said as the two nine-year olds inspected each other’s nudity. “Why do you get those?”
“I don’t know. I just do.” He would know more once Roy told him and showed him stuff. He asked Roy if he could show him and Ian both, but Roy said what he had to say was between uncles and nephews. Patrick wasn’t convinced, but let the matter drop. After all, Ian would not be staying on Sunday night and then Roy could show him everything.
After Ian climbed into his sleeping bag and Patrick got into his bed, Brian and Uncle Ted came into the room giving both boys a good-night hair tousle. Uncle Roy came in after they left, adding a kiss on the forehead with yet another tousle.
Roy turned out the lights. Ian was asleep almost before the room got dark. Patrick lay awake and thought about the events of the day, especially his embarrassing instant boner in the changing room at Wild Waves. His entire body had heated up as his penis jerked upright. He knew it was caused by his seeing Misha naked, but he had no idea why that affected his body the way it did. The only saving grace was that Misha got instantly hard as well.
What he did know is that he wanted to see Misha naked again, only for a longer time. He had liked seeing Ian naked, and it kind of excited him to know his friend was naked in his sleeping bag, but that brief moment of seeing Misha gave him feelings beyond his comprehension. He fell asleep with those thoughts in his mind.
The next morning Patrick and Ian had breakfast wearing nothing but t-shirts and briefs. “Are you sure you two aren’t overdressed for breakfast?” Brian asked.
“We could take off our shirts,” Patrick said.
“Or take off even more and be a naked Wombat and Ian,” Roy said.
“Grannana would be mad if we got naked for breakfast.”
“Only if you did it during dinner,” she said as she entered the dining room carrying a plate stacked high with pancakes. Patrick noticed Ian was in full blush mode, his face almost as red as his hair.
After breakfast, the two boys played together until Ian had to get dressed to go home. Ian placed his overnight bag and his sleeping bag by the door and was ready for his mother when she drove up. Patrick felt like he had made another good friend on his soccer team.
After Ian left, Patrick asked Roy if he was going to have “the talk” about sex stuff that night.
“Sorry, Paddy. Tomorrow might be a school holiday, but it’s not a football holiday. I have morning practice, so I am heading home soon.”
“But you promised,” Patrick whined.
“I promised to show and tell before Thanksgiving. Tomorrow is only Labor Day, so be patient.
“I can’t be patient, I want to know. Especially after what happened yesterday.”
“What happened yesterday?” Brian asked. He’d been sitting on the couch watching soccer on television.
“Nothing,” Patrick and Roy said simultaneously.
“Doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” Brian said.
“The wombat ended boned up in the changing room,” Roy said.
“Roy, you didn’t have to tell him,” Patrick whined yet again.
“He kind of knows something happened.”
“And, you two are correct,” Brian said. “It really was nothing. I don’t think I ever had it happen to me that young, but I certainly managed to bone up in a locker room or two.”
“You did?” Patrick asked.
“And so has Roy.”
Patrick looked at Roy. “You did?” he asked again.
Roy nodded. “But I admit, the first time wasn’t until I was eleven or so. I mean you went from zero to everything and you’re only nine. What a stud.”
“I am?” Patrick asked with a sense of pride.
“You be,” Roy said, tousling his nephew’s hair again.
That night, Patrick fell asleep thinking of Misha. He couldn’t wait for school to start just so he could see him again. He now had to figure out how they could become more than teammates and classmates. He wanted them to become friends.
Misha liked Ben a lot, and Ben liked Misha. They had become good friends, and would remain friends for a long time, but there were two things that would keep them from becoming best friends: their age difference and their sexuality. However, on the Saturday night after their time together at Wild Waves, their differences didn’t matter.
Misha’s parents thought very highly of Ben. They knew he had gone out of his way to make friends with Misha and to make the boy feel comfortable. While at that time they didn’t see the differences in sexuality, they understood that the differences between a ten-year-old, even a mentally mature ten-year-old, and a thirteen-year-old were not easily overcome.
But that night, after a day at Wild Waves, a barbecue put on by Misha’s parents for Ben’s family, and an evening of game playing, the two friends were very comfortable with each other. Ben thought nothing of being naked in bed with Misha. After all, he’d been the one to teach Misha about jerking off and to teach him what he knew about sex. Or, so he thought. Yes, solo masturbation was new for Misha, but if Ben knew how much sexual experience the ten-year-old had he would have been amazed.
The two talked about their long day, especially how much fun they’d had at Wild Waves. It didn’t take long for the topic to hit on what had happened in the locker room.
“You sure sprung a hard-on in a hurry in the locker room,” Ben said.
“It made me surprised,” Misha admitted.
“You weren’t the only one. You saw that other kid with a boner and you were like, sproing!” Misha giggled hearing Ben’s description. “You said that kid is going to be in your class at school?”
“Yes. That is Patrick, but we can call him Paddy or Pat. But I like Patrick the best.”
“He’s kind of a little runt. Even his boner was little.”
“He is nine. He was skipped a grade.”
“Wow, no wonder he’s so little. He must be really smart.”
“Everybody says you must be very smart to go to that school,” Misha said, trying not to sound like he was bragging.
“How come he made you get a boner?” Ben asked.
“I do not know, he just did.” Misha was busily playing with the erection he’d had ever since Ben planted his naked body next to him.
“I got boners when I was ten, but I never had one just go out of control like that until I was like twelve.”
“I have one now,” Misha said.
“Me, too. I’m horny. Let’s jerk off.”
“Can I do it to you?”
“Well, you know, I don’t like other guys touching me. When my girlfriend does it to me, it’s really fine. I jerk off a lot with my friends, but we talk about girls and never touch each other. But, it’s cool if you or Troy does it to me or I do it to you. You’re both cool and would never tell anybody we did it.”
“I would never ever tell.” Misha reached over and placed his small hand around Ben’s four-inch rod. “Yours is getting bigger and you have some hair on it.”
“Yep, and I’m shooting stuff, too. It’s all clear, not like Colin who really shoots thick shit out. But he’s got big balls and lots of hair around his cock. I guess he’s not a virgin any more either. But he still likes to circle jerk with me and my friends, which is so cool.”
Misha felt along the scattered silky pubes. There really wasn’t much to feel since Ben had just started sprouting them. Misha remembered the older boys at the orphanage who had pubic hairs and how he liked running his hand through them as he jerked them off or gave them blow jobs.
He wished he could give Ben a blow job and feel his smooth balls and feel his short, straight pubic hairs while he did it, but he’d learned enough about Ben’s preferences to not bring up the topic. He was happy just to masturbate his friend and have him return the favor.
He started working on Ben in earnest. When Ben got close, he pulled the covers away. “Your mom would think it really weird to see pecker tracks on the sheets: she’d sure know they didn’t come from you.”
Misha knew a ten-year-old at the orphanage who shot out clear semen like Ben, but didn’t mention it. He didn’t want Ben to think he was somebody who liked jerking boys off, even if it was true. The two boys awkwardly manipulated each other’s cocks, trying not to get their arms tangled, when Ben pulled a surprise.
Taking his hand off Misha’s three-plus inches, Ben told him he wanted to try something. He pulled Misha’s hand away and then rolled on his side. “You face me.”
“What are you doing?” Misha asked, as if he really had to ask.
“A couple of times me and Carrie have been naked on her bed and she jerked me off. But, one time, I rubbed my dick on her stomach and it felt so good.” Misha didn’t ask who Carrie was. Ben had been through at least three girlfriends since they’d met.
Ben started rubbing his cock along Misha’s belly. The feel of Misha’s hard little boner poking him gave him another idea. He adjusted himself so that his boner touched Misha’s and started rubbing again.
“Oh, shit, that feels really good. Me and Carrie kissed doing that, but no way I’m gonna be gay and kiss you.”
“I don’t know how to kiss that good anyway,” Misha said, which was actually a lie. While the boys at the orphanage were big on sex, they weren’t big on kissing. Vasia and Nikki were the exceptions, and they’d both taught him a great deal about the art of kissing. Misha loved to kiss and was hoping to convince Ben to show him how to kiss just like he’d convinced him to show him how to masturbate.
“Maybe somebody needs to show you how,” Ben said hoarsely.
“It could help me,” Misha said.
Ben placed his lips on Misha’s and pushed. It was the kiss of a tyro who hadn’t been shown the art of kissing. Misha started to open his mouth when Ben pulled away. “That is too gay,” he said, somewhat frightened by how much he liked having his lips against the lips of another boy. Misha was disappointed that the kissing wasn’t going to go any farther. This time he’d needed to be the one to give lessons. Ben obviously had more to learn about kissing. Even though he didn’t know Carrie, Misha felt the girl needed to be kissed better than how Ben kissed.
The boys went back to dry humping. The chatter stopped and was replaced by little high pitched squeaks and moans as they concentrated on their own desires. Ben’s were fueled by raging teen hormones while Misha was reliving some of his favorite memories of the orphanage.
“Oh, fuck, man, I’m gonna cum. I need a cum rag or something,” Ben said.
“Do it on me.”
“Carrie thinks it’s gross if I shoot my shit on her.”
Ben went back to work, pushing hard against Misha’s hairless cock and smooth pre-teen body until he grunted and shot three clear drops of semen over his young friend. It was the first time Misha had felt the warmth of a boy’s seed on his body in well over a year and he loved it. Before Ben could pull away, Misha wrapped his arms around his smooth young teen skin and yelped and shook with his best dry cum in what seemed like eons. Misha had visions of Patrick’s hard cock in the locker room as he felt spasm after spasm shoot through his cock and body.
“Damn, you have some hard orgasms for a little dude,” Ben said. “We better clean you up.”
“I am okay like this.”
“Alright, whatever floats your boat.”
Misha cuddled up to Ben, putting his arm around the older boy, pleased that it wasn’t knocked away. He felt happy and satisfied after a good day. He quickly fell asleep, wondering if Patrick would want to do things like this with him.
And so it was that the five boys of the newly formed Puget Posse got through the Labor Day weekend the hard way. It had Patrick wondering why he got a boner so quickly that he couldn’t even react to cover it up. It had him wondering what caused it, or maybe it was who caused it.
Neville had come so close to being naked with his step-cousin. It had thrilled him to show her his boner. The night after that incident he busily masturbated, debating on whether or not he should go to Vicki in the guest room and see if she wanted get naked with him. But he decided against it. She was only ten, and he was a ten-year-old boy who would rather be with a girl like Kathy who knew what she was doing. He ended up being somewhat satisfied with masturbating, because a part of him wanted to be naked with Vicki anyway.
Misha woke up before Ben on Sunday morning and kissed him lightly on the lips, wishing they belonged to a friend who really wanted to be kissed. Ben said a boy kissing a boy was gay. Nobody talked about gay at the orphanage. Most boys didn’t like to kiss each other, but some of them did. Either way didn’t seem to bother anybody, at least among the pre-teens and teens. Misha’s thoughts turned to Patrick and he wondered how they could become friends, and if Patrick liked to kiss boys.
Mark and Matthew had a party for some of their friends on Monday. Adam, Brock, and Peter were there. Since it was Monday, it was nudist day. The weather was sunny and warm, the pool was inviting, and the day was spent skinny dipping. Michelle and Megan wanted nothing to do with being around a bunch of naked little boys and spent the day at the home of one of their friends.
Boners came and went, dicks and balls were rubbed and tugged and pulled. Somehow Peter’s little boner ended up in Mark’s mouth, and later in Matthew’s at the same time Brock’s found Mark. But, it was all quick and fun and done in the water of the pool. It wasn’t something any of the four considered to be sex. Nobody would mistake what they did as full-blown fellatio.
Brock and Peter remembered jerking off with the twins and wanted to do it again. That certainly wasn’t a problem for the twins, and they showed Adam what it was all about while they rested from a late lunch. The circle jerk was as much show-and-tell as sex, making it almost innocent fun for the five boys.
As all the pre-pubescent hard-ons subsided, school snuck up on them. Wednesday was there as quickly as it took to spring a boner. The seventy fifth graders starting their first day at the Puget Academy got into cars, SUVs, vans, and school buses, ready for a day that would be far different than orientation had been. They were dressed alike in their school uniforms. They were all feeling nervous, confident, and scared. All of them knew the boys on their table teams, and now they were ready to expand their horizons and make new friends. The question for now was who those friends would be.
Next: Fifth Grade-The Bottom Rung