Copyright © 2014-2019 DouglasDD. All Rights Reserved.
Welcome back Posse lovers. This chapter follows the boy’ extra week off before school starts. From snowy mountains to tropical beaches to the beds in between, there is a lot going on.
THE NEW YEAR
It was Wednesday and the twins were enjoying another day of vacation by sleeping in. As a result, they missed the early morning breakfast chat between their parents.
“Most of the public schools are starting back to school today,” Kristy said. “It is the second of the month after all.”
“Most of the public schools don’t have rich parents taking cruises and trips to the tropics or to Europe,” Scott told her. “Those parents probably demanded the two full weeks off. And it certainly gives us a nice three days up at Whistler.”
“This is the first time in awhile we haven’t gone off somewhere for a long trip this time of the year.”
“We could head to Sun Valley for over President’s Day. Skiing seems to be the theme of the year.”
“What about a cruise next year?” Kristy asked.
“You’ve read about the problems some of the cruise lines have had with their ships breaking down?”
“Yes, but that’s a very small sampling. It’s silly to make decisions because somebody’s ship breaks down.”
“Honey, think of it this way; those ships broke down without Matthew and Mark on board creating havoc.”
It was hard to argue with Scott’s point. He left for work and Kristy enjoyed her quiet time before the boys woke up. The irony in her life was that while the girls were quieter and better behaved, they often seemed to be twice the work that the wild and rambunctious boys were.
Just after eleven the two boys came tearing down stairs, clad in t-shirts, boxers, and slippers. “What’s for breakfast?” Matthew yelled.
“Whatever you can dig up and put into a cereal bowl by yourselves,” Kristy replied. “If you want breakfast made for you, then you might think about getting up before lunch.”
“Mom, that is so lame,” Mark said disgustedly.
“Yeah, it’s our right to sleep in late on vacation,” Matthew added.
“Sleeping in until eleven goes a bit beyond those rights.”
“You two are so lazy,” Michelle declared as she entered the room. “Megan and I never sleep in as late as you two.”
“Speak for yourself,” Mark said. “The reason you get up early is that you never do anything to tire yourself out.”
“Yeah, we spent yesterday helping clean the garage,” Matthew added to counter Michelle’s claim that the boys were lazy.
“And that was after staying up past midnight for the New Year,” Mark emphasized.
“You and dad spent most of the day watching football,” Michelle sneered.
“We did that to help us rest from all of the work we did,” Mark replied, trying to justify their watching football.
“The garage doesn’t look any cleaner that it did before.”
“You need to look at the details.”
“Besides, we have to get up early tomorrow for our trip,” Matthew said. “So, sleeping in today is like putting money in the bank.”
“You two are so stupid,” Michelle complained.
“That’s enough,” Kristy interrupted. “You two boys eat some breakfast. Go light on the cereal. I’ll be making lunch in a couple of hours.”
“How come you don’t yell at her for calling us stupid?” Mark asked.
“Just eat,” Kristy told them, getting in the last word only because the boys were too hungry to argue any further.
The boys ate, cleaned up their dishes, and then ran upstairs to shower—together, of course. After finishing, they were caught naked in the hall by Megan.
“You came out of your room right then on purpose,” Mark grinned. “You wanted to see our awesome bodies in the nude.”
“There is nothing you have that I want to see.”
Mark and Matthew grabbed their exposed genitals and held them in their palms. “We are men,” Matthew proudly reminded his sister.
“Do you make sperm?” Megan flippantly asked. “Until you do, you’re just little boys.”
“You wouldn’t know sperm if it was squirted in your face,” Matthew retorted.
Megan harrumphed and stomped back into her room. Mark looked at Matthew and said. “It looks like she might know more than we think.”
“I bet she looks sexy with cum on her face.”
“Maybe we’ll find out soon.”
The family left early the next morning for Whistler Mountain, which was just north of Vancouver, BC, and two partial and two full days of skiing. Except for one fight between the boys, the trip was uneventful.
The fight started Friday evening when Matthew claimed to have made a run down the beginners’ slope faster and better than Mark did. “You’re only saying that because you aren’t as good as me,” Mark claimed. “If you were really better, you wouldn’t need to brag about it.”
“You’re so full of shit your eyes are brown,” Matthew shot back.
“Boy, I never heard that line before.”
“Maybe you’d rather have your lights punched out.”
“Like you would start a fight here on vacation,” Mark challenged.
The boys were wearing t-shirts and standing in the living room of the chalet in which they were staying. Mark was in his boxers while Matthew was still in his thermal underwear. “That’s it you cocksucker, you’re gonna eat it now.”
Scott and Kristy had been visiting the couple next door. They entered the chalet and stepped right into the middle of the fracas. Scott was about to tell the boys to calm down and watch their language when Matthew threw a punch at Mark and the fight was on. The two had learned when they were little not to fight in the house—in any house for that matter—and the fight went right out of the open front door and into the snow.
The two brothers were wrestling and punching in the deep snow, wearing just their t-shirts, underwear, and socks. Somehow, Mark’s boxers got ripped off and he was now half-naked. He found himself facedown in the snow with Matthew on his ass, pounding his ribs, as they stayed in one place long enough for Scott to grab Matthew and pull him off of his brother.
“Into the house, both of you,” Scott yelled. Mark gave Matthew one last shove before Scott could grab him, but the fight had played itself out. Both boys were wet and cold, their t-shirts soaked with snow, Matthew’s thermals damp with snow inside the legs and crotch, their socks saturated with cold water and ice, and their hair wet with snow and water.
“Oh, lord,” Kristy said with more than a hint of exasperation. “Let’s get you into a hot tub of water before you get hypothermia or frostbite or who knows what else.”
“My dick and balls got frostbite for sure,” Mark complained.
“Now when you get called numb nuts it will be true,” Matthew smirked.
“Well, you were the one shoving them into the snow.”
It was then that Kristy finally realized that Mark was only wearing his wet t-shirt. “Where are your underpants?”
“Fuck if I know. Out in the snow somewhere.”
“Mark, watch your language!” Kristy yelled Then, shaking her head, she moaned, “Why me?” as the girls came out of their room to survey the damage.
“Mom, there has to be a way to trade them in for something better,” Megan said.
“You’re too late, we already got you two for sale on E-Bay,” Mark retorted, his teeth chattering.
Mark and Matthew were soon sharing the bathtub, warming up their outsides and insides in a hurry. “That was kind of fun wrestling in the snow like that,” Matthew said.
“Only because you didn’t have your bare dick and balls buried in it.” Mark started to giggle. “Numb nuts. That was pretty good.”
“I know how to make them really warm so they feel things,” Matthew told him.
“How?” Mark asked, as if he didn’t know.
Matthew got on his hands and knees, then put his head between his brother’s legs and sucked on his balls underwater. “Did that work?”
“Maybe we should get out of here and try it in bed.” Mark had become rock hard in an instant.
There were two bunk beds in their bedroom, each with room for only a single person. Two eleven-year-old boys could share a bunk bed, if they didn’t mind being in close quarters. Of course, the twins didn’t mind at all; they were used to being wrapped together all night. And when Matthew ended up on top of Mark as they sucked each other’s cocks and balls, the width of the bed made no difference at all. The fight was officially over as they made up the best way they knew how. When they finally fell asleep, neither one of them could remember what the fight was about.
The high point of Patrick’s last days of vacation was having Ian spend Friday night at his house. Brian liked the quiet, polite, redhead and liked how he and Patrick had become friends. For his part, Patrick wanted to invite Misha, but the day after the Posse went snowboarding he and his family flew to Hawaii for a week of sun and fun.
Since Ian last spent the night with Patrick, the nine-year-old had learned a lot. Patrick had seen boys shoot cum, he’d given and received oral sex, and he’d experienced his first real orgasm, followed by many more. The biggest thing he’d discovered over the past four months was that he enjoyed being sexual, even if he didn’t always know what being sexual was about; he just knew it felt good.
“I’m sleeping naked,” Patrick said as they settled into his room just before ten that night.
“You always sleep naked,” Ian observed.
“I like it.”
“Don’t you get cold? I mean, it’s winter.”
“Sometimes. I put a t-shirt on and then I’m warm enough. I got flannel sheets and they keep me real warm.”
Patrick stripped and sat cross-legged on his bed, his cocklet at full attention. He put his right thumb and index finger around it and slowly stroked himself. “I learned it’s really cool to get an orgasm,” Patrick said quietly.
“You mean the really good feeling that happens when you do…um…when you do what you’re doing right now?”
“Yeah. It’s called a climax, too.”
“I never had one, but I’ve heard about them.”
“I can give you one,” Patrick offered.
“Come up on my bed and I’ll show you.”
Ian was stripped down to his briefs, which were amply tented up for a young pre-teen. “Are you going to touch me down there?”
“That’s how you do it.”
“My mom says I should never let anybody touch me down there,” Ian said.
“That’s just when you want nobody touching you. If you want them to, then it’s okay.”
“You ever have anybody touch your weenie?”
“Lots of times.”
Ian put his hand inside of his briefs and squeezed himself. He wanted to see what it would be like to be touched and to have a climax. But he was afraid somebody would find out and get him into trouble with his mother. “What if somebody walks in?” he asked.
“Nobody comes in without knocking. We’d just go under the blankets and I’d yell for them to come in.”
“They’d see us in bed together and they would know we’re naked since we won’t have shirts on.”
“Everybody here would be cool with it.”
“For real? Nobody would mind?”
Ian fought the battle between his mother and his lust, and lust won. He took off his briefs and sat next to Patrick. Patrick was drooling at the sight of Ian’s thin, pink cock poking up just over two inches. He wanted it in his mouth but decided that wrapping his fingers around it might be the smarter thing to do.
When he felt Patrick touch his cocklet, Ian let out a long moan of pleasure. “That feels really good,” he said.
Patrick started masturbating his friend, wondering if it would be this good with Misha. He wanted Ian to return the favor but was wise enough not to push it. He thought that if it was Misha on his bed that the Russian boy would have his fingers around his cock as they jerked each other off.
The boys were startled by a knock at the door. Patrick let go of Ian’s cock and held Ian, who was ready to bolt, down in the bed. He pulled the blanket up to their chins to hide their bare shoulders. “Come in,” Patrick called.
Brian came into the room, surprised and yet not surprised to see his son’s bed occupied by two boys. “Just wanted to hug you guys goodnight,” Brian said.
“That’s okay, you don’t need to hug us, we’re all snug in bed now.” Patrick’s lack of subtlety gave away the reason the covers were pulled up so high.
“How about a good-night peck on the cheek?”
“Dad, I’m going to be ten pretty soon,” Patrick objected, even though his birthday was five months away.
“Okay, I’ll let it go this time.” The last thing Brian wanted was to embarrass his son in front of his friend. “Good-night, son.”
“I better get into my sleeping bag,” Ian said as soon as Brian closed the door.
“It’s okay, he’s not coming back.”
“He’s going to tell my mom everything.”
“He won’t tell anybody anything except maybe Uncle Ted.”
But Ian wouldn’t listen to anything Patrick had to say. He left the bed, pulled on his briefs and a t-shirt and crawled into his sleeping bag. The intrusion of Patrick’s father had caused his erection to die down and what few hormones he had flowing to do the same. Patrick rolled over on his side, cursing his bad luck. He wasn’t in the mood to jerk off and quickly fell asleep. While Ian and Patrick remained friends, the two never spent a night together again.
Misha spent the week in Hawaii, on the island of Maui. He was there over New Year’s and enjoyed a fireworks show. He made friends with two Hawaiian boys who gave him surfing lessons and with a Japanese boy, Ichiro, who gave him a chance to suck an uncut cock for the first time since he left Russia.
While Misha and Ichiro never had a chance to sleep together, they had two opportunities for sexual contact. They lived in neighboring condos and quickly became friends. Ichiro thought that Misha, being of Russian extraction, was exciting and Misha thought Ichiro was exotic. Ichiro lived in the city of Hiroshima and knew its history well. He spoke English even more perfectly than Misha since his English hadn’t been corrupted by slang as was happening with Misha.
It was Ichiro who was the aggressor, although he didn’t need to do much persuading. Misha had spent the morning learning more about surfing from Robert and Amoka, his Hawaiian friends, who had taken a liking to the sturdy little Russian. Returning to the condo, he found Ichiro sitting by the pool, where the two had met the day before.
“Hello, Misha,” Ichiro called out. “Do you remember me, Ichiro?”
“I do,” Misha grinned as he opened the gate to the pool area. “Hang on, let me shower off the sand.”
He stepped under one of the pool showers and washed the beach sand off, including some that had gotten inside of his board shorts. Ichiro took notice as Misha untied the shorts and pulled out the waist band to rinse his genitals.
Misha retied the string and sat next to his new friend. They had met the day before and really hit if off. Ichiro was twelve and Misha eleven, both of them on the cusp of puberty. They found out that they both loved soccer and both played chess. Misha brought out his chess board and set it up on one of the tables on the deck. The boys quickly discovered that Misha was a much better chess player than Ichiro. But, just like the two Hawaiian boys on the beach gave Misha some pointers on body surfing, Misha gave Ichiro pointers on chess playing.
“How did the surfing go?” Ichiro asked.
“It was okay. I know we are in a protected area, but Robert and Amoka are being very good to me.”
“How did you meet them?”
“They saw me paddling around in the water and asked if they could help me. I said I would be happy to get help.” Misha wondered if the two boys, who said they were fourteen, might have had sexual reasons for helping him and holding on to him. It was a suspicion that went back to his days at the orphanage, where all of the older boys seemed to perv on the younger ones. He would not have been surprised to learn that the two teens jerked off together after helping him surf.
“Is it hard to learn how to surf?”
“I am just bodysurfing. But they showed me things I could do to go faster. They said if we had more time they’d show me some real surfing.”
“Where are your parents?”
“They’re still on the beach. I can’t go there without them.”
“What about going into the pool?”
“One of them has to be here.” Misha’s parents tended to be overprotective at times.
“Then I will remain here and talk with you.”
The topic quickly switched from chess to soccer. Ichiro knew a lot about baseball as well. After finding out that Misha was learning about the game, the chat included that sport as well.
“I was named after a baseball player,” Ichiro said. “He was one of the greatest players ever in Japan. Then he played for the Mariners in your city.”
That brought up the topic of the Mariners, a team Misha was also just learning about.
“Misha, can I ask you a question about something else?”
“Do boys in Russia and America ever do things with each other?”
“I have lots of friends. We play sports and games and talk together.”
“But I mean more than that. I mean, do you do things with your body?”
“Oh, you mean do we have…,” Misha leaned in close to Ichiro and whispered, “…sex?”
“Yes.” Both boys giggled conspiratorially.
Before Misha could say anything else, he saw his father walk up from the beach.
“Oh, there you are, Misha. Your mother and I were worried about you.”
“Sorry, father. I saw Ichiro and we started talking.”
Misha’s father exchanged greeting with Ichiro and then reminded Misha on the importance of being where he was supposed to be. Misha nodded and said he would be more careful. He then asked if he could spend some of the afternoon with Ichiro.
“As long as you don’t go swimming at the beach without your mother or me, or his parents supervising you.”
“Do you want to do some sex with me?” Ichiro asked, with a combination of boyish innocence and lust after Misha’s father walked away.
“Yes. But where can we do it?” Ichiro’s parents were sitting at the bar at the other end of the pool and Misha’s parents would surely be returning from the beach soon. They finally decided on Ichiro’s condo after Ichiro said his parents would most likely stay at the bar drinking and chatting.
The boys knew they had to be quick. Misha could see Ichiro’s boner pushing out his Speedos, telling him the twelve-year-old was ready. Misha’s board shorts were tented as well. Misha had Speedos with him, but he liked the longer shorts when he went body surfing to keep the sand from chafing him if he got knocked off of his board.
Ichiro unlocked the sliding glass door and they entered the condo and dashed to the boy’s bedroom. Their damp swimsuits were on the floor before the door was closed. Misha was impressed by what he saw. Ichiro’s erection was close to five inches and he had tufts of dark, curly pubic hair along either side of his pubic area. The rest of him was hairless.
Misha told Ichiro to sit on the bed. Instantly, he was on his knees, licking his new friend’s hanging, walnut-size balls, then moving his tongue up his shaft until he found the prize he was seeking. Ichiro had the fresh smell of chlorinated water. His cock had the tan coloring of his skin. Misha pulled back Ichiro’s foreskin and lapped the swollen head of the preteen’s cock. He put the head into his mouth and Ichiro leaned back. He moaned gently. He never expected something like this to happen on his trip and was in heaven.
Ichiro was horny and young and as a result had little staying power. In less than three minutes he was unloading his seed into Misha’s mouth, grunting at each twitch of his boy cock. Misha swallowed his emissions eagerly. Ichiro lay back, breathing hard. Misha got next to him on the bed and started masturbating himself.
“No, no, I will finish you,” Ichiro said. “I just need to breathe better. You are very, very good doing sex.”
He took a deep breath, turned on his side, and placed Misha’s shorter, lighter colored, and hairless cock into his mouth. Sucking off Ichiro had gotten Misha very horny. While he had more staying power than the Japanese boy, he was firing his blanks within ten minutes. Ichiro loved the sound of his squeaks and squeals. He felt the spasms of Misha’s cock as his new friend yelled out “chyort voz’mi!”
Ichiro let go of Misha’s cock and smiled. “Was that Russian, what you said?”
“It means ‘oh shit’ or something like it,” Misha said.
Ichiro started giggling. “What is so funny?” Misha asked.
“In my history, the Japanese and Russians fight wars against each other. Now a Japanese boy and Russian boy, they do sex together.”
“I will be an American boy, soon.”
“Same thing—war and sex,” Ichiro said, and the two shared laughter at their private joke. “We should put our swimming suits on.”
Misha agreed, and the two boys were quickly dressed and ready to head to the pool. They opened the door of Ichiro’s bedroom just as his parents entered the condo. That was enough to invite another round of laughter, leaving two adults in total confusion.
Their other round of sex was two days later and consisted of a sixty-nine, this time on Ichiro’s bed. They talked about spending a night together, or trying to suck each other on an isolated stretch of beach, but as so often happens with the plans of boys, they never came to fruition. However, each boy went home feeling he had gotten a bit more out his tropical vacation than he had planned on.
Neville’s vacation ended more calmly than the other Posse members. Yes, he had more sex than the average ten-year-old boy, but it was nothing he hadn’t done already, although he did see something for the first time. On the Friday before school started, Dylan hosted an overnight with Cody and Evan. Cody’s school had started up again on Wednesday and he was ready for some Friday night fun. But, his fun ended up being with Neville rather than with his fellow sixth graders.
“Can’t you guys do something different tonight?” Cody asked his friends. “You know how I feel about butt fucking.”
“You don’t have to do it. You can suck one of us while he’s getting fucked,” Dylan said. He felt very mature as he talked about fucking.
“I don’t even like watching it.”
“Then go trade blow jobs with Neville.”
“He won’t do that with me. All he’ll do is jerk me off. He’s kind of a nerd that way.”
“Gee,” Evan said, “he won’t give a blow job and you won’t fuck an ass, so you have nothing to bitch about. You guys are both alike.”
“Well, it’s different.”
“Whatever.” Evan didn’t care much for Cody. In fact, he was jealous of Cody, wanting Dylan all to himself on overnights. While Dylan stayed at Evan’s house for overnights, they had to be more careful about having sex because Evan’s bedroom didn’t have the privacy and isolation that Dylan’s had.
“Okay, you guys go fuck each other and I’ll jerk off with Neville.”
“Sounds to me like you two are getting to be boyfriends,” Evan said snidely.
“You two are the boyfriends. Neville and I are friends, even if he is a nerd.”
“Are we boyfriends, Dylan?” Evan asked.
“Nobody ever said anything about that,” Dylan said, although as far as he was concerned they were boyfriends.
“I don’t think I’m gonna spend the night here that much any more,” Cody said. “It’s not as much fun as it used to be.” In almost any three-way relationship, somebody usually starts getting left out, and that was the case with Cody. He felt like an equal when sex wasn’t involved, but as soon as the bedroom door closed the sex was all about Dylan and Evan.
To top it all off, he was finding himself becoming more and more interested in the opposite sex. The week before, at a party at another friend’s house, he’d copped his first feel, finally getting to second base. He’d gotten to first just before starting sixth grade in the fall, but this had been even better as he got his hand inside of Becky Lewis’s shirt and felt her breast. He raised her shirt up and licked each of the nipples on her flat chest, which almost made him cum. Becky opened the button on his pants and got a hand inside, playing with his boner and balls. He had to make her stop way too soon or he would have made a mess. He’d just started shooting a month before and didn’t know how a girl would react to it.
The fact that some of the other boys and girls were making out around him made it even hotter. He found out that cumming while making out was okay when his friends Ruben and Neal blew their loads in their pants, which made him wish he’d let Becky keep playing with his junk.
Evan found out later, after they jerked off next to each other on the couch, that Neal was still dry. Becky and Lila, the girl who got Neal off, sat to either side of them, raptly watching the action.
Cody left Dylan’s room to sleep with Neville. It would be his last time staying the night at Dylan’s house and his last night in bed with Neville. They jerked each other off to two cums. In the other bedroom, Evan fucked Dylan and they changed their positions afterward.
Dylan and Evan received permission for Evan to spend Saturday night. Cody could have stayed as well but begged off saying his family had other plans. Dylan knew he was lying, but he accepted his excuse. The four boys did enjoy their time together playing tennis at the racquet club. Dylan and Cody were accomplished junior tennis players. Neville had started taking lessons while Evan played some with his father. They played some foursomes with Dylan and Cody trading partners. Reginald played handball with friends while the boys used their allotted time on the tennis courts.
The boys showered afterwards. As much as he didn’t want to, Neville couldn’t help looking at the three sixth graders and comparing their equipment. All three were still hairless, but Evan had the most mature looking cock and balls. His smooth ball sac had dropped considerably, while Cody’s balls were starting to lower, and Dylan’s smaller balls were still tight to his groin.
From what Neville saw of Evan’s limp cock as he undressed, it seemed to hang much lower than the smaller ones of the other two boys. But, that did not last long as it was standing erect by the time Evan was standing under the showerhead. He didn’t seem at all concerned about it and took the good-natured kidding he received from his two friends with a grin.
“It just goes to prove I’m almost a man. Dylan will tell you that I got some fuzz around my dick, right Dylan?”
“No doubt it’s there,” Dylan confirmed, “even if you have to be real close to see it.”
“Well, I can shoot,” Cody said, not wanting to be outdone.
“Yeah, well, so can I,” Evan said, taking the lead again, even though he’d done nothing but push a small drop of clear liquid out of his slit a couple of times. “Want to watch me do it right here?”
Neville stared intently but couldn’t make anything out from his distance. Neville couldn’t believe how Evan flaunted his hard-on and started to slowly masturbate. He knew that if he got hard in a public shower he would be mortified. He was impressed that Evan didn’t even flinch when Neville’s dad, Reginald, and his friend entered the shower. Reginald wasn’t put out by the scene; he’d attended an English boarding school after all. His friend seemed a bit flustered and looked the other way until the boys scurried out.
“Your dad didn’t say a thing about my bone,” Evan said as the boys dressed.
“There’s a lot of stuff he’s all uptight about—boners aren’t one of them,” Dylan said. “But his friend looked like there was a zombie or something in the shower.” He, Evan, and Cody started laughing and Neville found himself joining in.
They dropped Cody off at his house on the way home. Neville waited for his father to say something about Evan’s boner, and was a surprised when he never brought the topic up.
That evening Dylan asked Neville if he wanted to watch him and Evan have sex. Neville said no, but Dylan assured him he wouldn’t have to do a thing. “Everybody says butt fucking isn’t much different from doing a girl. Maybe you’ll learn some stuff,” Dylan told him.
“I’ve been with a girl,” Neville said.
“Yeah, but you never fucked her. She was just using you to get off and you know it.”
“She liked me,” Neville insisted. “I wish I could see her again.”
“She’s got some boyfriend with a big giant dick banging her,” Evan said. “I’ve seen that at my friend Cooper’s house. He’s got porn we can watch. Some of those guys are huge.”
“I didn’t know you watched porn before,” Dylan said.
“Where do you think I learned about butt fucking?”
“From your dad; he tells you everything else.”
“You’re stupid. He just tells me the same stuff we get in sex-ed. That was how Neville found himself sitting on the floor of Dylan’s room jerking his preteen meat as he watched his step-brother and Evan kiss and make out on the bed. They rolled around the bed, almost wrestling each other at times, their pubescent boners rubbing and humping, their high-pitched, young boy voices quietly moaning, groaning, squeaking, and cussing, stopping on occasion to talk sex.
“If you could fuck anybody in the fifth grade, who would it be?”
“Fifth, not sixth grade?”
“I’d fuck Patrick Gardner.”
“Wow, he is pretty cute.” That conversation caught Neville totally by surprise. He didn’t know anybody thought of Patrick in that way.
“What about you?” Dylan asked.
“I’d do him.” Evan pointed to Neville. “But, since I know he won’t let me, I’d do one of the Kirkwood twins.”
“Those dudes are really hot.”
“You guys are poufs, aren’t you?” Neville finally asked, as if their conversation and their making out hadn’t given them away.
“What do you think, Neville?” Evan asked as he stopped for air.
“I think yes you are.”
“Ohhh, do you want to be my boyfriend, Dylan?” Evan cooed.
“Ohhh, yes, I do, it would be so hot having a boyfriend at school. Will you be my boyfriend?”
“Let me fuck you first,” Evan said, knowing he had all kinds of weird thoughts go through his head when he was extra-horny, but that his thinking changed for awhile after he had his cum.
“How about I fuck you instead?” Dylan asked.
“How about we let Neville decide? How about it, dude, do you want your brother to be the pitcher or the catcher?”
Neville had no idea what he was being asked, so he decided to fake it. “He can be the pitcher, I guess.”
“I guess that means you fuck me,” Evan said with a grin.
Neville now had a good idea about what being the pitcher and catcher meant in sexual terms. He watched as Dylan and Evan exchanged kisses while they prepped themselves with Vaseline for the big event.
“Do you have to do all that stuff when you do a girl?” Neville asked.
“I dunno,” Dylan admitted.
“I never saw anybody do it in a porn,” Evan said. “I think girls make their own lube, kinda like a boy makes precum.”
Neville and Dylan acted like they understood. Neville watched as Evan raised his legs in the air, exposing his brownish pucker. He winced as Dylan rubbed more lube inside his friend’s crack, then pushed some inside his hole with his finger.
“You stuck your finger in his butt,” Neville said in his usual way of stating the obvious.
“You never had a finger up your butt?” Evan asked. Neville shook his head. “Well, I guess I never did either when I was in fifth grade. Feels fucking good.”
“I think we’re ready,” Dylan said. He carefully lined up his four-inch boy cock and slowly shoved it inside his friend’s bowels.
“This feels even better,” Evan moaned as he got used to Dylan’s presence.
There was nothing subtle about the two boys. They were rutting tweens. Dylan went right at Evan, pounding his hairless, white ass. It was ample sized, the ass of a well-built, athletic boy. Neville jerked himself hard as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. The ten-year-old was watching real sex for the first time in his life and was almost shaking from the feelings it sent shooting through him.
“Fuck, Neville, you can come suck my dick. That would feel really good, I bet,” Evan said.
“I’ll watch,” was Neville’s simple reply.
“Oh, shit, Dylan, it feels so good. Are you feeling good?”
“Yeah,” Dylan said as his body rammed Evan’s, sweat forming on his face and chest and dripping on his friend.
“Come look closer. You can see my peach fuzz,” Evan told Neville.
“Just stay there,” Dylan said. He was a bit put out that Evan, at eleven, had tiny bits of blond fuzz in his pubic area, while he had none and was twelve.
But Neville got up to look and was disappointed when he couldn’t see anything around Evan’s jerking hand. But, Evan stopped jerking off and pointed to a spot to the side of his cock, Neville still couldn’t see anything and sat back down on the floor.
“Did you see?” Evan asked
Those were their last words until Evan came even though he hadn’t been masturbating particularly hard. “Eeeek,” he squealed as his ass rose and pushed back at Dylan’s cock and he shook hard. Neville saw a shot of fluid shoot out of Evan’s boner and land just under his belly button.
“You came.” Neville stated the obvious in his own imperious way.
Then Evan saw the drop as well. “Shit, fuckeroo, I cummed. I cummed for real. Holy shitsky, I’m like a man,” the preteen said.
Dylan didn’t care and rammed his cock hard into Evan’s behind as he shook with an orgasm of his own, albeit a dry one. Neville closed his eyes and enjoyed his own orgasm, even if it wasn’t nearly as intense as the climaxes of the two boys on the bed.
He opened his eyes and saw his step-brother on top of Evan, who had dropped his legs. He watched as the two boys exchanged light kisses.
“That was awesome,” Dylan said. “I can’t believe you shot.”
“I thought you said you could do it already,” Neville said.
“See? Right there,” Evan said, ignoring Neville’s statement. He pointed to the clear drop under his belly button. He took his right index finger and rubbed it over his skin. “I can’t believe I did it. My dad said I’d have to wait until I was thirteen or something.”
“It’s a good thing he doesn’t teach sex education,” Dylan said, giggling. Then he got serious. “Well, are we boyfriends?” he asked quietly.
Evan kissed his friend’s nose. He’d come down from his high and still had the same answer in his mind. “Yeah, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
Dylan’s smile split his face. “See, Neville, we are poufs.”
“Plus we’re gay,” Evan said.
The two started kissing in earnest. Neville got up from the floor and left the room, his cocklet still rock hard.
Ellis’s father left on Friday. He said it would only be for a month, but to Ellis that was the same as his being gone close to forever. Once again he had enjoyed time away with his father. He slept with him all three nights, not because it felt sexual, but because he felt accepted and loved by being in the same bed as the man he worshipped. He liked the man’s strong arms around him, he liked the smell of his body, he liked the man telling him he loved him, and he loved that his father expected nothing in return—his love was the unconditional kind that a father gives a son. Ellis found the same acceptance sleeping with his father that Misha found sleeping with his parents, although he fostered secret sexual feelings sleeping with his father that Misha never had with his parents.
Ellis’s father felt that letting a half naked boy sleep with him was probably the wrong thing to do, but he also noted how much happier his son seemed to be when he allowed him to share his bed. Ellis was ten, and from what he understood of adolescence, his desire to sleep with his father would probably vanish within a year or two. In a way he would miss it. His bonding with his son after almost rejecting him for his bizarre behavior had been very satisfying for him. He was certain Ellis was probably going to grow up gay, but that didn’t bother him like it once had. He just wanted his son to be happy.
Barry was away with his family for the weekend. Except for Tommy, Ellis felt uncomfortable going to the homes of the older boys he knew unless he was with Barry. Since he was going to spend the weekend at home, he decided this would be a good time to take care of his obligation to his mother.
“I’ll sleep with you tonight, mom,” he said as they ate dinner.
“Well, it’s about time.”
Ellis cringed. Unlike his father, his mother expected things in return for her love. When it came to his mother, adolescent rebellion was already simmering in the generally sweet-natured preteen.
“But it’s the last time I do it because you told me to. I shouldn’t have to do it just so I can see my friends or do what I want to do. You can’t make me do it anymore.”
“You’re doing it tonight.”
“Because I promised, and I keep my promises.”
“You’re a good boy, Ellis.”
“No more making me sleep with you,” Ellis said, ignoring the off-hand compliment.
“I won’t promise that.”
“If you make me, I’ll tell dad you’re making me sleep with you.” He hoped she didn’t know he was sleeping with his father. But, in his mind that was different: first because his father was a man, and second, because his father didn’t coerce him into bed with him.
“And I will tell your father you’re having sexual relations with teenage boys.”
Ellis looked at his mother, aghast at what she’d just said. “You wouldn’t ever tell him that, right?”
“I will if you stop being my little girl.”
Ellis wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run out of the house and never come back. In the end, his easygoing nature betrayed him. “But only sometimes, I don’t have to do everything you want me to, I only have to sleep with you, and I get to go to Barry’s house any time I want.”
Reba felt she had the concession she wanted, that Ellis would sleep with her when she asked, and agreed that Barry would not be held hostage. “But you sleep in just your panties.” Ellis agreed, and the negotiations were over.
After dinner, Reba had Ellis put on a pair of pink panties with blue flowers. She carefully applied eye-shadow and rouge. She watched as he expertly applied his own lipstick. She combed his hair to give it a feminine look, wishing it was still the flowing, shoulder length blond hair she had loved so much.
As much as Ellis hated having to go to bed with his mother and be her little girl, he loved the makeup, the panties, and the feminine feeling it engendered in him, while at the same time he loved being a boy and all that it meant.
His mother massaged his bare shoulders as he sat at her dresser while they finished making him up. “You are mama’s little girl. You are her sweetheart,” she whispered. Ellis wanted to throw up, but he kept quiet. He had promised he would do whatever she wanted on this particular night.
They spent the evening watching television. Ellis sat on the couch next to his mother but kept his distance. He still wore only his panties, his cock remaining limp since there was nothing about the situation that excited him.
During one of the shows, Reba moved closer to her son. “I need a picture of your beauty,” she said.
Ellis cringed again. He knew all about pictures. Alden and Jeremiah had one of him at school that forced him to do things he didn’t want to do. “Please, mom, no picture.”
“You said you’d do anything.”
Ellis started to fight back tears. While Reba could often be indifferent to her son’s feelings, she saw his look of distress and decided to back off this time. Instead, she kissed him on the lips. “I’m sorry, my little daughter. I didn’t mean to upset you.” She let her fingers trace his right and then his left nipple. He shuddered despite himself. He wanted to move away from his mother again, but he had reached the end of the couch.
His mother put her arm around his bare shoulder. In what Ellis considered an act of rebellion, he shoved his hand into his panties and started playing with himself, not to get him hard or sexually excited, but so that his mother could see that beneath the makeup he was still a boy.
After one of the shows they were watching ended, Reba said she was going upstairs to prepare for bed. Ellis pulled the panties down under his balls and ass and kept playing with himself. He still wasn’t hard, but manipulating his genitals seemed to comfort him.
When Reba came back she was wearing nothing but panties. “Now us girls can be dressed the same,” she said. Ellis felt totally grossed out. Then she saw that he had pulled his panties down, exposing the his boner. “I want you to pull those up and cover yourself so you can be momma’s girl.”
“You never minded before,” Ellis sulked.
“I mind it tonight.” Once again, Ellis gave in and covered himself.
“When I was a little girl sometimes my friends and I would suck each other’s breasts,” Reba said. “Then the boys liked doing it, but it was so much more fun with my girlfriends. Your father likes doing it, too.” This was all too much information for Ellis. “Since you do things with boys, I imagine you haven’t suckled a female breast since you were a toddler. Would you like to do it now?”
“I’d like to go to bed now,” Ellis said. He left the couch and headed up the stairs. He went to the bathroom and sat at the vanity. He found the cold cream and started taking off his makeup. He knew he needed to take it off before retiring, but he also realized that on this night he didn’t like having it on. On this night, he wanted to be a boy and nothing else.
His mother entered the bathroom and watched him remove what she had applied earlier in the evening. “I was worried you’d gone to your own bedroom.” Ellis said nothing as he finished removing his makeup and lipstick. His mother hovered behind him, her breasts touching his bare skin on occasion. He then proceeded to mess up his hair, making it as wild as he could in its gelled state.
He left the bathroom and went into the king size bed in his parents’ bedroom. His mother followed him in. “Did you brush your teeth?”
“I’ll do it twice in the morning,” he said, his back to her. Reba was slowly realizing that Ellis was no longer the tractable boy who went happily to bed with her.
She entered the bed from the other side. Ellis noticed she was now naked. Before Reba could turn off the light, Ellis wiggled under the covers, and pulled off his panties. He tossed them across the room. He had now removed the last vestiges of the evening’s girlhood.
Reba turned off the light and moved close to her son, her breasts almost enveloping him. She started to pet his smooth chest, once again encircling his nipples. Ellis lay still, tolerating his mother’s advances as much as he dared.
“You are such a sweet thing,” she said as her hand petted his smooth, taut belly. Ellis was skinny and not very athletic looking. But, he loved to run and to ride his bicycle and his lithe frame was in very good shape. Her hand found its way to his bare pubic area, carefully avoiding his genitals.
“Such a sweet girl,” she said as one hand rubbed his belly and pubic area and the other rubbed his smooth, hard boy ass. She found herself rubbing his crack as she cooed, “My girlfriends and I did this in bed at night, and we’d finger each other’s pussies. Have you ever been fingered?”
Ellis said nothing. As much as he tried to keep from getting an erection, his preteen cocklet had sprung to life. His mother noticed it all too quickly when the back of her wandering hand brushed against his rock-hard boner as her fingers rubbed his pubic region.
She quickly jerked her hand back. “You’re just like your father,” she hissed. “You have one of those. Girls don’t have those. Go get your panties and put them back on.”
“I don’t care.”
“Don’t act like a boy.”
“I am a boy!” he said vehemently.
He pulled back the covers, exposing both of their naked bodies, making sure his mother saw his three inches of rock hard boyhood. He put his fingers around it and started jerking off. “I’m a boy. And I’ve not only had fingers up my ass, I’ve had cocks up my ass. Lots of cocks. I’ve been fucked like I was your little girl, and I’m still a boy. I’m ten and I do stuff with my friends who are older because they treat me like a boy. They like my dick.”
He jumped out of the bed and looked down at her. She saw his boner sticking proudly out in the dim light. Tears were cascading down Ellis’s cheeks. “They even suck it. Have you sucked a dick mother? I bet you never sucked dad. I bet you never sucked a dick. I’m never sleeping with you again until you suck mine and call me your little boy and I know that ain’t ever gonna happen,” he yelled out between sobs.
He stomped out of the bedroom yelling, “I hate you!” and stumbled into his own room, flopping facedown on his bed, crying out of control. Even for a ten-year-old boy life could become miserable. His mother wanted him to be a girl and Alden was blackmailing him with the picture. Kids at school were telling him that the twins called him weird and wanted to beat him up. He thought the twins liked him, which was one reason he hated helping Alden. His father always went away, and he probably did that because he knew he had a weird son, even if logical thinking would have told Ellis it might have been because he had a weird wife.
Barry was his only friend. But now Ellis couldn’t help thinking that maybe Barry and his gang liked him only because he’d let them all fuck him. He wondered if any other fifth grader at his school ever got his butt fucked. He was certain he was the only one, just like he was the only boy who painted his nails, and wore lipstick, and hated himself for being weird.
What he didn’t know that night was that he’d come close to liberating himself from his mother’s obsessions. It would be only a matter of time before she would admit what she already knew, that even at ten her little boy wasn’t so little any more—and that he was no longer going to be her little girl. Ellis’s life would slowly start to change, but that night he felt as miserable as he’d ever felt.
Next: Dirty Tricks