The Puget Posse

Chapter 59- Night Lessons

Welcome back. The pool party is over and the overnight is starting. But the twins can’t agree about whether or not the happenings in the recreation room constitute an orgy. What do you think?
 
Emails are always appreciated, especially as the story winds down. Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com
 
 
CHAPTER 59    
NIGHT LESSONS
 
The ten boys settled into the recreation room. They were in various stages of undress ranging from the pajama shorts of Vic, to the nudity of Mark, Ellis, Misha, and Patrick. The other three boys were in their underpants. Everybody, except Matthew, was shirtless. The twins were wondering when the orgy was going to break out, especially since they wanted to find out what an orgy actually was about.
 
“We should all be naked,” Mark declared, not for the first time.
 
“I have never been naked with a lot of boys before, except in the locker room,” Vic explained.
 
“Take those shorts off and you’ll never be able to say that again,” Patrick told him, using one of his dad’s favorite phrases about doing things for the first time.
 
“You were naked in the pool this afternoon,” Mark reminded him.
 
“I was in the water most of the time, so I was not seen by anybody much. And that was very much like being naked in the locker room.”
 
Mark shrugged, not understanding Vic’s logic at all.
 
“I’m worried about somebody walking in and seeing us,” Neville said.
 
“Yeah, like my parents and my sisters didn’t see you naked this afternoon,” Matthew said.
 
“I don’t see you naked right now,” Will pointed out.
 
“I am supposed to be polite to guests. Since me and Mark are the hosts, I didn’t want you all to feel bad because we were both naked.”
 
“You can do what you want,” Neville said.
 
Coming from Neville that was like receiving permission to strip. Matthew pulled off his t-shirt and his boxers and joined the naked crowd.
 
“Before we get all sexy, we still need to swear in the new members of the Posse,” Patrick said officiously.
 
 Mark put the younger boy off. “We can wait until tomorrow.”
 
“No, we agreed we’d do it tonight after we got done with the movie and snacks.” Patrick reminded him.
 
“He’s right,” Neville said in the haughty manner that only he could attain.
 
Mark was tired and cranky and was about to tell Neville what he could do with his attitude when Misha cut in. “If we do it tonight, then we all sleep as members of the Posse on our first night together.”
 
“But, Will and Ellis are already sworn in.” Mark was not going to give in easily, even though he knew Misha was right. He didn’t get cranky often, but when did he could be quite stubborn.
 
“That’s different than being a full member of the Posse,” Matthew said.
 
Mark was about to lay into his brother when he finally admitted to himself that he was wrong and everybody else was right. Even when he was tired and cranky, Mark could admit to what was right, it just took him longer than usual. “Okay. Do you have the whatevertheyare things?”
 
“The oaths?” Patrick asked.
 
“Yeah, them.”
 
“I think maybe all of us should be sworn in,” Misha said. “We never really made all of us official Posse members.”
 
“Wow, an official Posse. You guys are something,” Paul said. Paul and Curt had stayed in the background, letting the argument settle itself. Whatever the preteens decided to do was their own business.
 
“Yes, officially,” Misha agreed. “All of us will become official tonight.”
 
“Yeah, but somebody needs to swear us all in,” Matthew pointed out.
 
“It won’t be me,” Paul and Curt said simultaneously.
 
“We are done with middle school stuff,” Curt added.
 
“Except when you’re making out with my sister,” Mark pointed out. Curt blushed a deep red.
 
“I thought you were going to stay as a deputy,” Patrick told Paul.
 
“Okay, I am done with middle school stuff except for being a deputy,” Paul told them.
 
“Then you can swear us in,” Mark said.
 
“Nope, no way. I’ll do stuff that needs, like, special work. But not this.”
 
“I’ll do it,” Vic volunteered. Like Misha, Vic was a peacemaker, although he didn’t have Misha’s willingness to get into a physical fight if needed. “I am not going to be in the Posse, so why not?”
 
“Yeah, why not?” Mark agreed.
 
“Can Carl and me sleep in your room tonight?” Paul asked the twins.
 
“What for?” Mark asked
 
Paul pulled down his gym shorts revealing his five inch erection. “Because of this,” he squeezed Curt’s now obvious boner, “and because of that. You guys didn’t notice us making out during the movie?”
 
“I was too busy eating popcorn,” Mark confessed.
 
“Yeah, and you guys were in the back corner with the light off,” Matthew pointed out.
 
“Well, can we?”
 
“Just don’t cover the beds with cum,” Mark said.
 
“Now all you guys sleeping down here can be official. See you guys in the morning.” Paul pulled off his shorts and stood in front of them naked. He tossed his shorts into the center of the room, hitting Neville in the face. “You noticed, no underwear. You guys can all sniff my shorts and perv over them.”
 
Curt had been wearing boxers. He pulled them off and laid them on top of Mark’s head. Paul and Curt shared a deep kiss, and then left the room, naked and laughing, heading for the twins’ bedroom.
 
“They’re going to fuck,” Mark observed.
 
“You mean stick their weenie in the ass?” Vic asked. He’d been fascinated by the sexually charged atmosphere of the day since he first got naked, but was afraid to get involved. 
 
“That’s what happens when two dudes fuck. Just so they don’t screw up our beds with their mess.”
 
“They can’t mess yours more than it already is,” Matthew told his twin. “You got the most pecker tracks on the sheets, anyway.”
 
“Fuck you.” Mark was still a bit cranky. 
 
“There is nothing wrong with fucking,” Will said with a telling blush.
 
“Like you’ve ever done it,” Matthew told him.
 
“I was just saying.”
 
The swearing in process was so quick and painless, Mark wondered why he’d been so stubborn about it. It actually felt really good for the Posse to be sworn in together. The oath Patrick’s wrote was, for the most part, a lot of words about “one for all and all for one” and the Posse members all felt a tighter bond with each other after Vic swore them in. They were all ready to get into their sleeping bags. They quickly brushed their teeth and pissed, going into the bathroom in groups of two or three. They wondered if it was a coincidence that Misha, Neville, and Vic, the three boys who were uncut, went as a group of three.
 
During the process of getting ready for the night, it became apparent that only half of the sleeping bags would be used. It was not surprising that the teenage boys were paired up, or that the twin sisters were paired up. What was surprising was how the eight preteen boys paired up.
 
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Up in the twins’ bedroom, Paul and Curt dropped themselves on Mark’s bed. “Whose bed is this?” Curt asked.
 
“I’m pretty sure it’s Mark’s. Let’s pull off the blankets, so we just mess up the sheets.” Paul said. After the bedspread the blankets were thrown on the floor, both boys looked for evidence of semen on the sheets, but the bed was Matthew’s and they found the sheets to be clean.
 
“You know they gotta jerk off every night,” Paul said. “I know I did when I was their age.”
 
“Maybe they’re dry,” Curt suggested.
 
“Nope, they can shoot.”
 
“I can’t believe we spent half that movie sitting in that room kissing and feeling each other up.”
 
“That was fun. What I can’t believe is that we didn’t shoot our spunk while we were doing that. I didn’t think that you, the macho straight boy, was gonna kiss. Damn, you were really into it.”
 
“We’ve kissed before when we messed around.”
 
“Yeah, but not like that, and right out in public.” Paul grinned. “You know they were looking at us.”
 
“As long as you don’t have whiskers I can kiss you if I keep my eyes closed, since your smooth face makes it feel just like kissing a girl.”
 
“I’ll kiss you any old time.”
 
That led to their first round of kissing on the bed. Their kisses were hard, and deep, and passionate. Their pubescent cocks were leaking precum onto the sheets.
 
“Looks like they’re not clean anymore,” Curt observed.
“Are you ready to get fucked?” Paul asked.
 
“No way you’re fucking my ass. You’re the gay boy, so assume the position.”
 
Paul obediently rolled onto his back, raised his legs and bent back his lithe torso, exposing his teen bubble butt. “I was so close to fucking that little shit,” Paul said, referring to Ellis. “If it wasn’t for Neville, I would have had him.”
 
“You said he acted like he wasn’t going to do it,” Curt reminded him.
 
“He was so hot for it at school, then he got weird. I think he’s got a thing for Neville. But I got him really ready and then Neville screeched.”
 
“Damn, I never had a thing for a boy in my life.”
 
“Except for me,” Paul grinned, looking out from between his legs. “Now let’s quit with the BS and fuck.”
 
“I need lube.” Paul pointed to the nightstand next to Matthew’s bed. Curt went over and slicked up his almost six inch hard-on. “I wouldn’t need this shit for Michelle. And I had my cock inside of her cunt. I mean it was like half way in there and felt so fucking awesome. That asshole Neville screwed me, too.”
 
“Neville probably saved your ass,” Paul told Curt. “I mean, you didn’t even have a condom on—which is stupid.” Curt got on the bed, staring at Paul. “And don’t look at me that way. Like you want to be a fourteen-year-old daddy.”
 
“She’s there in the next room right now. Probably naked and finger fucking herself thinking about me. Maybe if I go over there I can go all the way this time. I mean she’s twelve, how can she get pregnant?”
 
“You’re an asshat, you know that? Look, just fuck me. I promise I won’t give you a baby.”
 
Curt lay next to Paul, who had dropped his legs while waiting for his friend. “Maybe next time I’ll go all the way—I mean I was so close.” Paul had been under the impression Curt was still a virgin, but he said nothing. He didn’t want to rock the boat, he just wanted to get fucked.
 
“Quit whining and fuck me. Sheesh.” Paul got back into position to receive Curt’s rock hard teen cock.
 
The young adolescents had been close to fucking in the afternoon. They’d made out for over an hour in the rec room. They’d kissed and fondled on the bed. The preliminaries were over—they were fourteen and horny. This was their first time having sex naked in a bedroom. Sex had been half-dressed furtive affairs at school, or at one of their homes trying to keep their parents from finding out what they were doing.  Most of their sex had been masturbation or oral. They’d only fucked a half dozen times.
 
They had never been this amped. They were naked, horny, leaking precum over the bed and over each other. Curt shoved his cock deep into Paul’s ass and started humping.
 
“Oh, yeah, fuck, I love your cock in me,” Paul moaned.
 
Curt just moaned as he hammered Paul’s ass. His cock pulled out, and banged in hard, pulled out, and banged in harder. Paul jerked himself off with a ferocity that almost pulled his cock out of his groin. The bed seemed to jump as the teens rutted.
 
“Fuck me harder, oh shit, just fuck me to death,” Paul whimpered.
 
They were fourteen and hornier than they’d ever been in their lives. They had been making with each other or somebody else off and on all day. Their staying power was minimal. Curt cried out a long “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” as he filled Paul’s ass with his hot teen cum.
 
Paul wailed out something unintelligible and he shot his cum over his face, chest, and belly. Curt collapsed on his friend, squishing Paul’s cum between them. Paul’s legs dropped as he pulled Curt close and kissed him. The self-professed straight boy didn’t hesitate to kiss his gay friend back. He had lost his shyness about kissing a boy downstairs in the rec room.
 
“If you were a girl, I’d be your boyfriend,” Curt said.
 
“You can be my boyfriend, anyway,” Paul smirked.
 
They were teen boys, naked together in bed for the first time. Sleep wasn’t in the equation yet, as they kissed and fondled each other back to a state of arousal. Their second fuck was longer, and better. It was less intense, but more satisfying. As they finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, Curt couldn’t help but wonder if spending the night with Michelle would have been as awesome as what he was enjoying with his best friend.  
 
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“They’re doing stuff in the Things’ bedroom,” Michelle said. “I can hear them.”
 
“They were naked with boners when I saw them,” Megan told her. The girls had heard Paul and Curt come up the stairs and Megan opened Michelle’s bedroom door part way and stole a glance at them.
 
“I can’t believe they’re doing sex with each other. I mean Curt, like, almost fucked me. He was going to take my cherry, and now he’s having sex with a guy?”
 
The girls were naked on the bed. They’d been kissing each other, fondling and suckling the bumps that passed for boobs, and, at times, fingering each other’s pussies.
 
“That Neville boy messed it up,” Michelle said. “Curt was, like, inside of me, almost all the way.”
 
“You were lucky Neville messed it up, or you would have lost your virginity to a total stranger. Plus, he wasn’t wearing a condom.”
 
“Maybe we could go to the Things’ room and see if they’ll make out with us.”
 
“No way am I going to do more than kiss and let them feel me up if we do.”
 
“Me either,” Michelle sighed. “I don’t want to lose my virginity to, like, a total stranger.” She sighed again. “But, Curt is so fine. I mean he’s fourteen and going into high school. It’s like he’s all grown up and he wanted to fuck me and I wanted to fuck”
 
Megan ignored her sister’s inconsistency and went back to fingering her twin sister’s pussy. “If somebody else could take your cherry today other than Curt, who would you want to do it?” she asked. She expected her to name one of the really fine boys going into the seventh grade.
 
“I don’t know…oh, that felt really good Megan…I gotta think.”
 
While Michelle pondered her answer, Megan scooted between Michelle’s legs and started licking her sister’s pussy.
 
“Oh, oh, Megan, yes, yes, yes,” Michelle whimpered.  
 
Megan resumed her position next to her sister and they kissed. Michelle could taste her juices on her sister’s lips and in her sister’s mouth. Both preteen girls moaned with pleasure. Megan started finger fucking her sister, knowing she was on the brink of orgasm. Like their brothers, the two girls had had so much sex together they knew each other’s sexual reactions perfectly.
 
“Who?” Megan asked. “Who is it going to be?”
 
“Oh, fuck. Do it harder Megan.” Megan complied and used two fingers to bring her sister off. “Oh, I know…I know who I want.”
 
Megan’s fingers were a blur as they brought Michelle to orgasm. “Who?”
 
“Oh, yesssssssssssssss, cummmmming, oh yes, I want to be fucked.” She let out a loud moan, calling out a name Megan had not expected to hear.  “Fuck me Mark, oh Marrrrrrrrrrrk fuck me.”

 

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After the quick swearing in ceremony, Mark speculated as to what would happen next. Maybe there’d be a circle jerk, he thought. He knew what a circle jerk was and was eager to be a part of one. He wondered if a circle jerk constituted an orgy. Even though he was eager for sex, he was also tired and fighting to keep his eyes open.
 
“Anybody got any toothpicks?” Mark asked.
 
“What do you need toothpicks for?” Will asked.
 
“To prop my eyes open with.”
 
“It’s your house,” Patrick pointed out. “You should know where the toothpicks are.” He was feeling tired at well.
 
It had been a long, active afternoon for the young boys, and it was now deep into the evening. Mark was fairly certain that an orgy wasn’t going to happen. Everybody had gotten quiet. At ten and eleven, exhaustion was trumping horniness, which disappointed some of the boys even as they looked forward to crashing in their sleeping bags. But falling asleep was not as close as they thought.
 

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Mark had wanted to talk to Misha all day, but the group had been the focus of his attention. He decided he could stay awake long enough to ask the Russian boy a question that had been on his mind for quite a while.
 
The boys were going in and out of the bathroom to brush their teeth and take care of business. Mark and Matthew each had a toothbrush in the bathroom off of the recreation room. They thought it would make them be part of the group, while going upstairs to use their own bathroom would separate them from their friends.
 
When Misha left the bathroom, Mark sidled up to him. “Can I ask you something, Misha?”
 
“Ask.”
 
“It’s kind of private.”
 
“We can go out to the living room where it is private.”
 
“Or I can ask you after everybody is in their sleeping bag and we turn the lights off.”
 
“Does this mean you wish to sleep with me?”
 
“Yeah, I guess it does,” Mark grinned.
 
“Then I must tell Patrick. We thought we would be sharing a sleeping bag.”
 
“That’s cool.” 
 
Misha saw Patrick talking to Vic and joined them. Patrick flashed his big trademark smile when he saw his best friend walk up.
 
“I was telling Vic he needs to be naked.”
 
“Patrick can be very convincing,” Vic said.
 
Misha saw that Vic was still clad in his pajama bottoms. “He must become more convincing, I think,” Misha observed.
 
Vic yanked off the pants, displaying a skinny, uncut, three-inch pubescent boner. “Sorry about having an erection,” Vic said.
 
“No problem.” Patrick said, looking down at his instantly rising cocklet. “I don’t think you’re alone.” Misha simply smiled—he had already been boned up.
 
“I came to tell you I will be sleeping with Mark,” Misha told Patrick. “He wished to talk to me about something.”
 
Patrick fought down a gulp of disappointment, then smiled. “I guess I can sleep with Vic.”
 
“You can?” Vic asked with surprise.
 
 Misha and Patrick weren’t sure whether to read what Vic said as a question or as a statement. Patrick took it as a statement, meaning Vic was giving him permission to share a sleeping bag with him. Misha interpreted it as a question, as if Vic was surprised by the turn of events.
 
“I do not wish for you to be mad at me,” Misha said.
 
“I’m not mad. We’ll have lots of nights to sleep together all summer long.” Patrick gave Misha his signature smile. “And I bet you two do more in that sleeping bag than talk.”
 
Misha shook his head, saying that they were both pretty tired. Patrick grabbed Misha’s boner, giving it a quick stroke. “Wanna bet?”
 
“Good-night, Patrick.” Misha smiled at his best friend.
 
“Night night, Misha.” The two naked boys hugged and exchanged a quick, open-mouthed kiss, not caring at all that everybody could see them kiss or see their boners pushed together between them.
 
After Misha walked away, Vic stroked his little member unconsciously. “You touched his penis, then you kissed. I keep hearing about the Posse doing sex things, and it must be true.”
 
“You can still join,” Patrick said.
 
“If I don’t want to join can I still sleep with you? I mean I am not official.”
 
“Sure you can; you’re still my friend. Your bag or mine?”
 
“You’re silly.”
 
“I thought you knew that.”
 
Vic surprised Patrick by slapping his bare, white ass.
 
While Vic and Patrick climbed into Patrick’s sleeping bag, Misha and Mark found their way into Misha’s bag.
 
“Patrick was okay with us sleeping together?” Mark asked.
 
“Yes, he was fine with it. We are best friends and are not yet married.”
 
“Did you tell him we were just going to talk?” Misha started giggling. “What’s so funny?”
 
“He said we would do more than talk. But, what is it you wish to talk about?”
 
“I need to ask you something kind of private. You don’t need to answer it, but I think I know the answer, anyway. I have a reason for asking you. I’m not trying to go poking my nose into your business.”
 
“Mark, you must stop talking so much and tell me what you want. You and Matthew can never stay on a subject.”
 
“I’m kind of scared to bring it up,” Mark confessed.
 
“You’re never scared of anything,” Misha giggled.
 
“I am this time. I really like you a lot Misha. Like my dad says about me and Mattie, you never take any bullshit.”
 
“You’re dad says bullshit?”
 
“Believe it. But, anyway, I gotta ask you this and then after you answer I’ll tell you why I am asking it. I’ll still like you even if you don’t want to answer it, but like I said, I think I already know the answer.”
 
“My father is a lawyer. He says that lawyers never ask a question unless they already know the answer.”
 
Mark decided to end the endless discussion and blurt out his question. “I know you messed around at the orphanage, because you said so, but you never said anything about whether you did it.”
 
“I am confused. Did it? What do you mean did it? What did I do?”
 
Mark never felt so flustered talking to a peer. He wished he could crawl over to his sleeping bag and hide in it. “You know, IT. Did you do IT?”
 
“Do you mean, did I fuck?” 
 
Mark had exchanged blow jobs with Misha, and he never gave it a second thought. Misha was a kid who liked blow jobs and jerking off and who cared? But for some reason, Misha saying the word “fuck” surprised the hell out of him. Misha was just not a kid who said “fuck.”
 
“Yeah, did you fuck?”
 
“Why do you wish to know this?”
 
“I need your advice if you did it, maybe even if you didn’t do it.”
 
Misha had kept his anal intercourse experiences his very private secret. But, like Mark said, with all of the stuff he’d confessed to, it probably stood to reason that he’d gone all the way. Mark was a member of the Posse, and the members of the Posse were his best friends. He trusted them all. It was time for him to show that trust.
 
“Yes, I did the anal intercourse many times at the orphanage,” he whispered quietly, so only Mark could hear. The recreation room was a big room, and they were safely ensconced in a corner, but Misha wanted the rest of the Posse to learn his secret in his own time. For some reason, hearing Misha say “the anal intercourse” instead of “fuck” made Mark feel more relaxed. It made him feel like he really was talking to Misha.
 
“Now I’ll tell you why I asked and need your advice,” Mark said. “But don’t tell anybody.”
 
“Just like you do not tell anybody what I just said.”
 
“Done.” The two shared a soul shake, which Misha had learned from the twins. “Here’s the deal. Me and Mattie want to do it.”
 
“With who?”
 
“With each other, silly.”
 
Misha chuckled. “Yes, that was a silly question.” Then he got serious, again. “What advice to you need from me?”
 
“Like, how do we do it?”
 
“You get a boner, and you put the boner in the butt, and you…um…fuck it.”
 
Once again Mark was thrown by Misha using the F word. “I figured that much. But, like, doesn’t it hurt and shit?”
 
Misha explained slicking up the cock and butt and why it was important. He talked about finger fucking to loosen it up. “At the orphanage, not everybody was good about loosening us little ones. It really hurt a couple of times. And we didn’t have things to use for lube, so we used a lot of spit. But, just before I left, Vasia and Nicky got lube stuff from the adults and it was so much better.”
 
“So, we just put it on the cock and the butt and go for it? What kind of position is best?”
 
Misha told Mark the ways he did it, and that he didn’t know if there was a best way.
 
“You must have been really little when you did it.”
 
“I was nine.”
 
“Have you…um…have you…fucked…since you moved here?” Mark asked. If the word was good enough for Misha, it was definitely good enough for him.
 
“No, I have not done it in America.” Misha had a question of his own. “Who between you is going to be the top boy?”
 
“Me.”
 
“Why?”
 
“Because I’m older. That’s just how it goes.”
 
Misha was not about to get involved in the rivalry between the two brothers, even though he felt Mark was being arrogant and wrong. But, that was something the twins would have to work out.
 
“I have a woody,” Misha said, using a term he’d learned in the pool that afternoon. “The payment for my advice is that you help me to lose it.”
 
“That works for me.”
 
Mark and Misha had been facing each other as they talked. They rolled over on their backs, got comfortable, wrapped a hand around their partner’s hard pubescent cock. They were being sexual, while at the same time they weren’t being sexual. They were two boys jerking each other off, taking care of boy business.
 
Mark did throw a brief curveball, however. “I thought about asking you to let me do it to you.”
 
“No…”
 
“Don’t worry. I know you don’t want to do it with Patrick and everybody in the room able to watch. And Paul and Curt are fucking in my bedroom, so we can’t go there.” Misha and Mark giggled together. “Plus, I want my first time to be with Mattie. We sort of promised each other it would be that way. But that doesn’t stop me from thinking about it.”
 
“Do you wish to suck me instead?” Misha asked.
 
“Oh, hell ya.” He looked around the room. “But I better turn the lights off first. Looks like everybody is doubled up in a sleeping bag, and who knows what’s gonna happen inside of those—or even outside.”
 
Mark climbed out of his sleeping bag, his smooth, naked body glistening, his over three inches of preteen erection proudly displayed. “Okay, guys, I’m turning off the lights.” To flip all of the lights off, he had to use switches in three different places. “You be good now,” he said as he pranced around the room, making sure to give everybody a nice show of cock and butt. “NOT!” he giggled as he turned off the light closest to Misha’s bag and dropped on top of it.
 
“You are not coming in?” Misha asked.
 
“It’s easier to sixty-nine out in the open.”
 
Misha understood what Mark meant and joined his friend on top of the sleeping bag. With Patrick, Misha would have engaged in a lot of foreplay, but he was tired and he knew Mark was tired. Being tired didn’t stop the two boys from being horny, however.
 
The boys lay side-by-side, lying in opposite directions. Misha shivered as soon as Mark’s warm, moist mouth enveloped his cocklet. He took Mark’s boyhood into his mouth as he took in the taste of skin with a slight hint of piss. He reveled in the smells emanating from Mark’s pubescent crotch.
 
The only sounds coming from them was the slurping of their lips as they sucked each other’s cocks, and the quiet, boyish grunts, groans, and squeaks as they set to work pleasuring each other.
 
 

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When Patrick, Vic, Misha, and Mark talked about the sleeping arrangements of that quartet, Ellis and Will unrolled their sleeping bags next to each other.
 
“Aren’t you and Neville sleeping together?” Will asked.
 
“Neville wishes to sleep by himself,” Ellis replied. “He says he doesn’t want anybody to get the wrong idea.”
 
“Shit, man, everybody knows Neville has the hots for you, and that you two probably mess around. Who does he think he’s fooling? I’m gonna go talk to him.” Neville had laid out his sleeping bag on the other side of the room. He was blocked from their view by the couch stationed in the middle of the room.
 
“Please don’t,” Ellis pleaded. “You know how he is about sex things.”
 
“Yeah, about as lame as he is about everything else.” Will looked at Ellis. He thought the little blond was sexy, and his painted toe nails somehow made him even sexier. Neville’s painted toes didn’t have the same effect on Will. “You can sleep with me if you want.”
 
“For real?”
 
“Yeah.”
 
“Naked?”
 
Will chuckled. “That’s what it looks like everybody else is going to do.”
 
“I don’t want Neville to feel left out,” Ellis said.
 
“Take a look over there.” Will pointed to the other side of the room. Ellis could see Matthew and Neville talking, both of them naked, both of them sporting erections. “I don’t think anybody cares who sleeps with who tonight. I mean, it looks like Misha is going to sleep with Mark, and you know how tight Misha and Patrick are.
 
“You’re really cool, Ellis,” Will said as the two boys settled into Will’s sleeping bag.
 
“You really think so?” Popular, athletic boys like Will were not the kind of boy to call him cool.
 
“Yeah. You’re a nice guy, and you helped us fight back against the forces of evil (both boys giggled at Will’s description of Jeremiah and Alden), and you were a great treasurer. I bet if you’d have run you would have won again. Plus, you’re kinda sexy—at least for a boy that is.”
 
“Thanks,” Ellis muttered shyly. “Can I touch you?” Ellis could feel Will’s boner rubbing lightly against his thigh, but he wanted it in his hand.
 
“Sure, go ahead. I was kind of humping you wasn’t I? Sorry.”
 
“It’s okay, I liked it.” Ellis turned on his side and placed his hand around Will’s ample cock, which had grown almost an inch during the school year. It now stood at four inches. “It’s really nice, and kinda big.” Ellis lightly stroked Will.
 
“You do that really good, Ellis. I bet Neville likes it a lot.”
 
“I got a lot of experience at it,” Ellis confessed.
 
“Yeah, me too. But it’s all with older guys.”
 
“Most of mine is, too.”
 
“For real? You mean like teenagers?”
 
“Yeah.”
 
“Wow. We got that in common.” Will put his hand around Ellis’s smaller boner, which was just pushing the three-inch mark. “Did you ever suck any of them?”
 
“Yeah.”
 
“Me, too. Did you, like, um swallow their gunk?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Me, too. You want to do it together?”
 
Ellis didn’t answer. Instead, he asked his own question. He really liked and trusted Will. “Have you, like gone all the way?”
 
“You mean fucked?”
 
Before Ellis could answer, Mark announced he was turning off the lights and pranced naked around the rec room. “Those twins are fucking show offs, but they’re the best friends a guy could have.”
 
“I love them,” Ellis said simply. When the lights went out, Ellis answered Will’s question. “Yes, I meant fuck, and yes I have done it with the older guys.” Ellis decided to answer the question he knew Will was going to ask.
 
“Wow. You always seem so—I dunno, you just don’t seem like the kind of guy who does sex.”
 
“I got naked at the challenge, remember?”
 
Will whomped the side of his head with his open hand. “I forgot all about that. That day was so sexy crazy I didn’t know what was going on. I guess any boy who likes painting his nails must be into sex, anyway.”
 
Ellis didn’t get the connection, but he decided not to go into what Will meant. “Did you like doing it with the older guys?”
 
“Not really. They make me feel like a girl, and I never get to do it back. What about you?”
 
“I like it. I like how it makes me feel inside. I dunno, I just like it a lot, and I don’t care if I ever do it to another guy. I just like being…well…Frankie calls it being the bottom.”
 
“Yeah, that’s what my brother calls it, too.” Will could feel Ellis’s sweet breath on him. He could smell his young boy body, still a couple of months away from being eleven. He was aware of how his naked body was touching Ellis from chest to feet. His hormones were boiling and he was incredibly horny. “Do you want to do it?” Will asked in a shaky voice.
 
“Yes,” Ellis almost squeaked out.
 
“Here?”
 
“Yes.” This time Ellis spoke in a low whisper.
 
“What about Neville?”
 
“What about him? He’s my friend.”
 
“He won’t care?”
 
“He keeps telling me how he doesn’t even want to talk about fucking, even if his brother does it.” Ellis wondered if he was saying too much—if he was putting too much trust in Will. With a sudden shudder he remembered how trusting Alden had backfired. But Will was a part of the Posse, so Ellis buried those thoughts.
 
“I want to do it to you,” Will said.
 
“Let me get you ready,” Ellis told him before sliding his entire body and his head deep into the bag, placing Will’s cock into his mouth.
 

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“It looks like Ellis and Will are going to pair up tonight,” Matthew told Neville.
 
Neville shrugged. “It is his right.”
 
“It’s like nobody is going to sleep with his boyfriend tonight.”
 
“Ellis and I are not boyfriends,” Neville huffed.
 
“Oh, sorry. Just like Patrick and Misha aren’t boyfriends I guess.”
 
“Or you and Mark are not boyfriends.”
 
Matthew shook his head. “Oh, me and Markie are boyfriends.”
 
“I thought you were brothers.”
 
“Nobody said we can’t be both.”
 
Neville didn’t want to go there. “We know that Will and Vic are not boyfriends. I don’t even think they’re best friends.” They were the only pair left after the “boyfriends” had been commented on.
 
“Do you want to sleep with me, Neville? No use us sleeping alone if nobody else is.”
 
“Okay, but we put our underpants on and we do not do sex things.”
 
“You mean you’ve never slept naked with a guy?”
 
“I have, I simply do not wish to tonight. I do not want anybody to think we were messing around.”
 
“Okay, whatever floats your boat.”
 
The boys tucked themselves into Mathew’s sleeping bag. They were both wearing underpants. Matthew made sure Neville noticed his erection, and he did not fail to notice the erection that Neville was trying to hide.
 
“Mark with Misha. Will with Ellis. Patrick with Vic. Me with you. Is this an orgy?” Matthew asked himself out loud.
 
“Shut up,” Neville said, turning so that he was facing away from Matthew. “We are all ten or eleven. You are much too into sex.”
 
“Jeez, Neville. You need to get a life. I was horny when I was ten, and now I’m a total horn dog and I’m eleven-and-half. And don’t tell me you don’t get horny, because I know you jerk off and I know you’ve messed around.”
 
“Not with everybody looking at me.”
 
“Yeah, well look who’s dancing around the room naked.” A bank of lights went out. “I guess Mark wants to make sure everybody won’t be looking, since it will be dark.” Matthew turned so he was facing Neville and lightly rubbed Neville’s shoulder.
 
Neville slapped the hand away as Mark turned off the light next to his dad’s recliner, putting the room into darkness. “Leave me alone,” Neville mumbled. He knew he should get out of the sleeping bag and try to find his bag in the dark. But he enjoyed the feel of Matthew’s strong body against his. He remembered back to September, when he didn’t want to sit next to one of the twins, let along sleep with one.
 
“Damn, you suck good, Misha,” Mark cooed. “I don’t know who’s better, you or Matthew.” He stopped talking and placed Misha’s cock back into his mouth. They were out of Misha’s sleeping bag, and they knew that in the dim light of the darkened room they could be seen. They didn’t care, because they were not alone.
 
Ellis took his lips from Will’s cock. “You’ve got some hairs down there.”
 
“I know, I have like a half-dozen, and I make cum too. It just doesn’t shoot—it kind of leaks out when I cum.
 
“Now I need to get my butt slicked with spit,” Ellis said. “Sometimes the older guys who fucked me would lick my asshole to get it all lubed.”
 
“You’re shitting me,” Will said incredulously. “They really licked your ass?”
 
“Nobody licked shit,” Ellis said wryly. “They just licked my hole.”
 
“I guess none of them died from doing it. Get on your belly and scoot up some, then lift up your ass.”
 
Ellis obeyed. He expected Will to stuff his ass with his boner. While Will wasn’t as big as Barry and his friends had been when he’d last had sex with them, he seemed plenty big enough. Ellis was excited to get fucked by one of his peers for the first time. “We gotta slick up my ass first,” Ellis warned as quietly as he could.
 
He was stunned when Will ignored him and got down behind him, spreading his cheeks. Will was no stranger to sex. He’d been a sexual toy of his big brother and his friends for a couple of years. But as far as he knew they didn’t lick butts. But then, he’d watched and participated in only some of their sexual play—intercourse having started quite recently.
 
Will spread Ellis’s cheeks and sniffed his butt. It didn’t smell like he thought it would. He wondered how it could smell so clean until he remembered they’d all spent the afternoon in the pool and had showered afterwards. Oh well, he thought, now I can do something my brother hasn’t done.
 
He lightly licked Ellis’s pucker. He was pleased that he didn’t gag or puke. There were smells, but not horrid smells. Ellis’s smells turned him on even more than he had been.
 
“Are you…shit…Will, you’re doing it. You’re licking my ass.”
 
Will didn’t reply. He licked the pucker located in the ten-year-old’s smooth ass even harder. This isn’t so bad at all, he thought. In fact, it’s almost fun. But, he knew what he really wanted to do. He really wanted to stick his cock in Ellis’s ass and find out what doing that was all about. His brother called it being a top, and he had a feeling that being a top wouldn’t make him feel like a girl the way being a bottom did.
 
“Guys are having sex, I think,” Vic told Patrick. “This is all very, very weird.”
 
“It is also very, very fun,” Patrick replied.
 
“I can’t believe you do sex. You’re like the youngest guy in the sixth grade.”
 
Patrick wanted to correct Vic and tell him they were in the fifth grade, when he remembered their term as fifth graders had ended that afternoon. “So? Sex is fun,” he repeated.
 
“I have never even masturbated.”
 
That surprised Patrick. He thought all boys masturbated, at least all boys who were older than he was. “Don’t you even play with yourself?”
 
“Yes. But I’ve read that masturbation includes some kind of a climax.”
 
“I was like that. I would play with myself for a long time. It felt good, but I didn’t want to spend all this time trying to cum. I mean, everybody said it was supposed to feel so good, but I didn’t think it could feel better than just playing with myself in bed or on the couch or something.”
 
“And, were they right?”
 
“Yep. Nothing feels better than a cum. Or orgasm.”
 
“I read it was called a climax,” Vic stated with authority.
 
“No matter what you call it, it feels really good,” Patrick giggled. “Do you want to find out how good?”
 
Vic nodded.
 
“Coolness. Then I’ll show you how to jerk off, so you can have…um…climaxes as much as you want.”
 
“How will you do that?”
 
Patrick looked at the skinny little Asian boy, thinking he looked very cute. He wished he could open the sleeping bag to get another look at his body. “I’m going to do it like this,” he told Vic as he rubbed his friend’s smooth belly. He quickly realized that although Vic looked skinny, he was very solid. Patrick knew Vic was a select team soccer player, which no doubt had a lot to do with his thin build as well as with how solid he felt.
 
As Patrick’s hand reached Vic’s smooth pubic region, the boy wriggled and moaned. The top of his hand brushed against a very hard, almost pencil thin, two-and-a-half inch, uncut boy cock. “I haven’t even started yet,” Patrick said.
 
“It felt strange, but good.”
 
Patrick stopped when he saw Mark up and out of Misha’s sleeping bag. Patrick wondered what he was doing and didn’t have to wait long to find out as Mark started shutting off the lights.
 
“Mark has a big one,” Vic observed. “Everybody has big ones except for me.”
 
“I like yours just fine,” Patrick said. “Mine’s not that big either, but we’ll both get bigger.”
 
“I know…but still…”
 
Patrick gently wrapped the thumb and index of his left hand around Vic’s cock, generating another moan, along with more wriggling. Vic was no longer concerned with the size of his member—all of his thoughts were focused on the wonderful feelings Patrick was generating.
 

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“You know you want a blow job,” Matthew informed Neville. Neville gave a non-committal grunt. The twin wrapped his arm around Neville one more time and rubbed his bare chest.
 
“Stop,” Neville whispered, but he made no attempt to push Matthew’s hand away. Even when Matthew’s hand reached the waistband of his underpants he displayed no resistance. Matthew dropped his hand lower and rubbed the rock hard bulge under the material of the underpants. “Stop,” Neville whispered again. Knowing that he was now in forbidden territory, Matthew pulled his hand away from Neville’s crotch.
 
Matthew was surprised when Neville grabbed his hand and placed it back on his crotch. This time Matthew felt he’d been invited to touch, so he gave the boner a gentle squeeze, eliciting a groan from Neville.
 
Neville had a moment of clarity right then. First, he knew there was no turning back—that he wanted Matthew in his domain and had invited him there. Second, the thought hit his often stubborn brain that if he let Matthew have his way, he would really be a full-fledged member of the Posse. It wasn’t that the Posse was about sex; it was he had held everyone, except Ellis, the newest member, an arm’s length away. By messing around with Matthew it meant he accepted Matthew and, by proxy, the rest of the Posse as friends in every sense of the word.
 
“Suck me,” Neville said. This time, Matthew was shocked.
 
Misha was on his knees and elbows, his preteen cock deep in Mark’s mouth while Mark’s cock was just as deep in his. He let Mark suck on it, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d want to fuck the twin’s mouth. The feelings from his crotch flooded his body while he busily bobbed his head up and down on Mark’s cock. While nobody in the room was giving them their full attention, all of them knew what the two naked eleven-year-olds were doing on top of Misha’s sleeping bag.
 
“Are you ready?” Will whispered.
 
“Do it,” Ellis whimpered.
 
The covers of the sleeping bag had been opened. Will knew that everybody would see what they were doing, but they would know what was happening no matter what they did. By now, he also understood Ellis well enough to know that Ellis wouldn’t mind that their sex would be exposed to everybody. Will took his cock in one hand while feeling for Ellis’s grommet with his other. He soon had himself lined up and eased his cock into Ellis’s mysterious and secret place. Ellis told me I could shove it in, Will thought. He’s experienced and I’m not as big as the older guys, so he says I won’t hurt him.
 
As a result, he quit easing his cock into Ellis and rammed the entire length inside of the little blond. The two boys groaned in unison as the warm moisture of Ellis’s rectum told Will exactly why his brother and his friends liked to fuck him.
 
Matthew pulled at Neville’s briefs. Neville aided him by lifting his ass off of the floor, but he got impatient and grabbed the briefs and yanked them off himself. Matthew stripped off his boxers and flung them out of the sleeping bag and onto the floor.
 
“You really, truly, for real want to get sucked?” Matthew asked for the third time.
 
“Quit asking and do it before I change my mind.” Neville’s impatience showed again. He wanted Matthew to suck him, to cross the imaginary line that had been separating them, while at the same time he wanted to maintain his aloofness and his independence from the twins. He needed Matthew to do him now, before his doubts took over.
 
The boys were now on their sides facing each other. Matthew ducked under the sleeping bag covers and placed his second ever uncut cock in his mouth. His first reaction was that Neville tasted good. His second reaction was that Neville should have done this a long time ago.
 
“This is feeling so good,” Vic whispered. “Better than what I do, but you must stop.”
 
“Why?” Patrick asked.
 
“Because the feelings are like, like I am going to…”
 
“Just enjoy them.”  Patrick sped up his ministrations.
 
“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” Vic screamed out.
 
Misha and Mark said nothing to each other. All they did was give pleasure to their partner. Misha found himself unable to hold back and started to fuck Mark’s mouth while at the same time Mark made slight thrusts of his cock in time to the rhythm of Misha’s blow job.”
 
Will started humping Ellis, his cock pulling almost all of the way out of the younger boy’s ass, then slamming back in again. They no longer tried to hide the sounds of their sexual pleasure. Judging from the rest of the noise in the room, nobody else was trying to either.
 
“You do this better than anybody ever had to me, even Dylan,” Neville managed to squeak out. After that he couldn’t say anything intelligible, he could only squeak and croak as Matthew used his lips, tongue, his throat, the sides of his mouth, and even light nips of his teeth, to try to give Neville ultimate pleasure.
 
“Patrick, STOP!” Vic cried out, but Patrick kept going. The result was another scream and Vic’s body shaking totally out of control. “Oh my Gawd,” Vic wailed as he slowly settled down. “Did I just have a climax?”
 
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Mark said, his call of pleasure muffled by the presence of Misha’s cock in his mouth. His clear boy cum hit the back of Misha’s mouth with bullet-like force. Mark’s orgasm set Misha off and the Russian boy buried his cock as far into Mark’s mouth as he could and had a dry cum that seemed to cause his cock and balls to explode.
 
Will couldn’t hold out for long. He was an early adolescent enjoying his first fuck as a top and his staying power was close to zero. He jammed his cock to his almost bare pubic region and felt his emission seep out into Ellis’s ass. Ellis, who had been jerking his meat, shook with his dry cum just before Will collapsed on him.
 
Neville could hear the sounds of pleasure surrounding him and let go with his own orgasm. For a moment he thought he was going to faint as he enjoyed the most intense orgasm of his young life. His cock felt like it was expanding to the bursting point.
 
“Holy shit, Neville, you never said you could shoot,” Matthew said.
 
“I can’t.”
 
“Yeah, well, you can never say that again.”
 
“You mean, I...”
 
Matthew turned around so his head was at the opening of the sleeping bag and shut Neville up with his lips. He placed his open mouth around Neville’s mouth and let the contents dribble from his mouth to Neville’s. “There you go, taste it.” Neville was so stunned he didn’t object to the kiss. He was certain he tasted something different, and if he did it was either Matthew’s saliva or his own cum. He took the second choice.
 
“What are you doing, Patrick?” Vic asked as the ten-year-old rubbed his cocklet against Vic’s leg. Patrick said nothing. Instead, he groaned to his own orgasm as he took pleasure in humping Vic’s smooth leg. “Did you climax?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Thank you for this, Patrick. That was the best feeling in my life. My eyes are now open for new things.”
 
Patrick kissed Vic’s cheek, and before he could answer he fell asleep next to the Vietnamese boy, his arm draped around Vic’s chest.
 
Matthew wasn’t as subtle. He humped Neville’s belly, quickly shooting his own boy juice over it. Once again Neville didn’t object. Even a month ago he would have found Matthew’s act to be uncalled for and gross. But, at least for tonight, Matthew’s cum on his belly was a symbol of his belonging. He was going to leave it there for the rest of the night.
 
As the boys came down from their highs, Vic, Ellis, and Misha headed for the bathroom to pee, acknowledging each other only with nods. Matthew and Neville fell asleep, facing each other, their naked bodies touching. It didn’t take long for the other three pairs to fall asleep, Vic with his arms around Patrick, Ellis wrapped around Will, and Mark spooning Misha.
 
About fifteen minutes later, Scott took a look into the room. He’d heard loud noises and attributed them to whatever the boys were watching on television. Even though it had been awhile since he’d heard anything, he decided to make sure the boys had turned off the television and lights and went to sleep. But instead of ten rowdy boys playing around while watching TV, he found the TV and lights off, and heard the sounds of sleeping.
 
But, then an odor filled his nostrils. What is that odor? he thought. He realized quickly that it was the smell of sex. I guess the boys are growing up, he mused.
 
As he left the room, memories of a few of his pre-teen and teenage sleepovers came to his mind and he remembered the nights of his own experimentations.
 
I won't mention this to Kristy, he thought. She would never understand.
 
He smiled and returned to his bedroom. They were boys being boys, he thought. The lads are indeed growing up.
 
In the dark he never noticed that the two teens weren’t there, nor did he notice the other eight were paired up in four sleeping bags. The only boys he recognized were the two closet to the door, Mark and Misha. He saw their pairing as one of friendship and bonding and thought it was cute. He remembered doing the same as a boy, along with a bit more.
 
Eight boys, four sleeping bags. The twins would argue for weeks whether what happened that night constituted an orgy. Their typical arguments went something like this:
 
“No way,” Mark argued. “Everybody was doing their own thing.”
 
“Yes way,” Matthew countered. “Everybody orgasmed.”
 
“So? It was dark, which makes it all private.”
 
“Yeah, whatever. We all knew what was going on. You and Misha went sixty-nine outside of your sleeping bag, so it’s not like it was private. Will fucked Ellis and Ellis had his feet around his ears, so it’s not like they were private. Patrick jerked Vic off and gave him his first orgasm. And Neville shot cum for the first time and it was right in my mouth. If we all know what happened, that makes in an orgy.”
 
“An orgy is when everybody is doing sex together. Like the lights are on and everybody is touching each other.”
 
“You know you’re full of shit. That was our first official orgy, so there.”
 
“I want to have an orgasm with you.” Mark leered at his brother.
 
“I guess we could make that a mini-orgy.”
 
“You’re so full of it your eyes are brown.”
 
“I guess I gotta shut you up.” Matthew would place his mouth over his twin brother’s and a long kiss would end the discussion.
 
But, at the first full Posse sleepover, nobody worried about if they were involved in an orgy. The boys were tired and they were horny and they wanted to get off and cuddle and get to sleep. They were fully aware of what was happening in the shadows of darkness around the room, but they were mostly concerned with their partner for the night.
 
Mark and Matthew never could agree on whether or not the night constituted an orgy. The rest of the boys didn’t care. But all of them knew that the first Posse sleepover was a huge success. The Posse had never felt closer or more connected.
 
Next: Many Kinds of Love