Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 20:56:52 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Puget Posse Chapter 46 Welcome Back. This chapter is all about Misha and Patrick as they enjoy sun, fun, trains, and baseball in California. Please donate to the Nifty Archive and help them maintain this free site. Douglas thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 46 SPRING BREAK THE GOLDEN STATE All five Posse members were excited about spring break. It would mean a week away from school, a week away from Operation Bullfrog and the work they'd been putting into it, but it would also be a week away from each other. The week would find them surprised as to how much they missed the camaraderie of the group. The week would also open up new avenues as they explored their burgeoning sexuality. For the five Posse members, spring break would be about growth and new experiences. Patrick was beyond excited as he rode the Number 2 bus home. The twins and Will teased him about his not being able to sit still. "Dang, Wombat, you're bouncing all over the place. That's gotta be making it hard for Mrs. D to keep the bus on the road," Mark giggled. "Amen, to that," the ever-present Mrs. Deaver yelled back, making Mark happy he'd said "dang" instead of the first word that popped into his head, which had been "fuck." "I can't help it," Patrick said. "I'm riding the train to California with Misha, and we're going to watch baseball and go to Disneyland and go to the beach and do all kinds of fun stuff. I can't wait to leave tomorrow." "That sounds like even more fun than going skiing for four days," Matthew said. "I wish I was going with you," Will said. "I get to go to some family reunion is Idaho," he added like it was a distasteful chore. "You wish you were going skiing or going to California?" Mark asked. "Duh, what do you think?" The four boys giggled as the bus rolled up in front of Jeremiah's house. "I hope your train falls off the tracks and you never make it to Disneyland," Jeremiah said to Patrick as he got off the bus. When he walked by the next row of seats he sneered at the twins. "And I hope you guys both break your legs skiing." Jeremiah had learned about the Posse plans from Ellis. "You have a nice day, too, Jeremiah," Mrs. Deaver said sarcastically as Jeremiah left the bus by himself; Tony had been picked up by his mother. "What was bugging him?" Will asked. "You know the answer to that," Mark replied. "He's pissed..." "Mark, watch your language," came the familiar voice from the driver's seat. "But I would be interested in knowing what's got him in such a bad mood when he's starting a week's vacation." "Yes, ma'am. He's ANGRY because the Posse has been busy talking to everybody about passing the amendment." "The one about equal representation?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am." "That was Mark's idea," Matthew said authoritatively. "So I heard. Good job Mark. I hope you have better luck than your predecessors. I will never understand how that became part of the constitution, but it's been there from the start." "We're trying to tell everybody why it's a good idea to pass it," Patrick told her. "We being whom?" Mrs. Deaver asked. "The Puget Posse," Patrick answered. He looked at Will and added, "And the deputies." "In other words, you're lobbying." "That's what Mr. Vargas calls it," Mark said. Mrs. Deaver stopped the bus, and Rich, a sixth grader, prepared to get off. "The idea sucks," he told the four fifth graders. "We didn't get extra votes this year, so you shouldn't get them next year. Wait until you get to seventh grade for the votes just like we will." "Have a nice vacation, Rich," Mrs. Deaver told him. Rich thanked her and hopped off of the bus. "It looks like you have your work cut out for you," Mrs. Deaver said. "I know, that's why I'm glad it's vacation time so I don't have to keep worrying about it," Mark told her as he, Matthew, and Patrick exited the bus. After Patrick and the twins hugged Grannana, petted Deli and T- Bone, and made an obligatory effort to figure out where Ramses the cat was, they retired to Patrick's room. Patrick quickly stripped down to his white briefs. "I don't know why, but you always look really good when you're just in your underpants," Matthew told Patrick. Patrick yanked his underpants half-way down to his knees and grinned. "Do I look better now?" "Be careful, Patrick, or you're going to be as crazy as me and Matthew when you get older," Mark quipped. Patrick giggled and shook his hips, making his little pink cocklet jiggle back and forth. Mark tackled the little boy to his bed and started to tickle him, changing his giggles to squeals of laughter and screams for him to stop. "You boys can be a little quieter," Grannana said through the door. "We'll try," Matthew said with his own giggle. Mark got off of Patrick and undid his pants, pulling down his zipper. He yanked his hard little cock out of the pee slit of his boxers and let his pants drop to his ankles. "I wanna rub my boner on you," Mark told Patrick. "I wish you could," Patrick said, his own little cocklet starting to bone up. "Why can't I?" Mark asked as he lay as gently as he could on top of Patrick and started to hump his belly, his white ass pumping up and down. "Mark and Matthew, you mother is here," Grannana yelled out. "That's why," Matthew said, "because mom's picking us up early. She always knows when we're about to have fun at Patrick's house." "Shit, and this was feeling really good," Mark complained as he continued to dry hump the little nine-year-old under him. "Did you boys hear me?" Grannana yelled. "We heard," Matthew shouted as Mark kept humping. "I can come in and broom the both of you," she said, her voice getting closer to the door. "Go stall her and mom," Mark told Matthew, "I'm close to bustin' my nut." Matthew opened the door just ahead of Grannana, barely avoiding a collision. "Fuck," Mark said softly as he got up off the bed, "sex gets interrupted here all the time. I was so fucking close." He pulled up his pants, fastened them and grabbed his books. "You have fun with the Wolverine. Are you guys gonna get it on?" "If we find a place," Patrick answered, not at all put out by the question. "Yeah, well, I hope you have more luck than I just did. At least we didn't get caught." Patrick stood up and Mark gave him a kiss on the lips while groping his hard cock at the same time. Then he quickly bent down and kissed the younger boy's little erection. "You better go," Patrick said. "Have fun, Wombat. You better email us or text us or something." "I will if I can." Patrick pulled up his briefs and followed Mark into the living room. He said hello to Kristy, telling her he was changing clothes as if he had to make an excuse for being clad in just his underpants. Neither Kristy nor Maxine missed the tent pushing out the white cotton. The twins and their mom went quickly out of the door and Patrick returned to his room, wishing they'd had more time so Mark could have cum on him. After dinner, Brian drove Patrick to Misha's house. The "Coast Starlight", their train to Los Angeles, left at 9:40 in the morning, so Patrick was going to stay overnight with Misha and his family since they would have to get up quite early. Brian had wanted Patrick to eat at home, so he could enjoy a meal with his son before the boy's adventure started. When they got to Misha's, Brian went into the house with his son. He gave Patrick a long hug in the Larson's living room. Patrick wasn't quite at the age where a long hug from his father would prove embarrassing, but he was close. After ten seconds passed, Patrick started to squirm, and after fifteen seconds he let out a plaintive, "Dad, that's enough." Brian gave his son a kiss on his forehead, thanked Ryan and Lois for what seemed like the hundredth time, and went back to his car. He let the tears flow freely as he drove home. His little boy would be gone for a week, and Brian wasn't sure how he'd handle life without his son around for that long. After some TV watching, Misha and Patrick were sent to bed. "Is Patrick sleeping with me or in the guest room?" Misha asked. Where Patrick was going to sleep had been a topic of discussion for the last couple of days. Lois and Ryan told Misha just before Patrick arrived that he would be sleeping in the guest room. Misha objected in his own polite fashion; throwing a tantrum simply wasn't his style. "That question was already answered, son," Ryan said in a voice that was kindly, yet still carried a note of authority that Misha could not fail to miss. "We all have to get up very early in the morning," Lois explained to Patrick. "I have a feeling you boys would spend a long time talking and giggling and would get to sleep much too late." "That's okay, Mrs. Larson," Patrick said. "Misha and I will have lots of time to have fun this week, right Misha?" Misha smiled at his friend. He'd asked his question so his mother or father would explain to Patrick why they would be sleeping in separate rooms. He was pleased, but not surprised, that Patrick accepted the decision without an argument. For their part, the Larsons noted Patrick's polite demeanor—they had no doubt that Misha had found himself an excellent friend. Misha didn't take off his underpants before going to bed. He waited for awhile, and then went to his parents' room. He slipped in next to Ryan. He wanted to make sure his parents knew he wasn't mad at them for not letting Patrick sleep with him. He wanted to be sure they knew he loved them so they would keep loving him back. Sometimes his abandonment issues surfaced and he forgot that the love of his parents was unconditional—that they would always love him back. The Larsons were at King Street Station in Seattle by 8:30. Ryan checked their luggage and they waited for their boarding call. By 9:20 they were on the train and in their sleeping car rooms. They had two of the large bedrooms on the upper level. The bedrooms were connected by a door, making them a mini-suite. "I have top bunk," Misha exclaimed as the boys dropped their backpacks on the floor. Both boys had experience riding an overnight train and were familiar with the procedures in the sleeping car section. Patrick and the family soon headed for the Pacific Parlour Car, which was the first class lounge on the "Coast Starlight." "I like the windows on the Sightseer car better," Patrick suggested, "they are way bigger than these." "They are?" Misha asked. On his single trip he had only ridden in the Parlour Car. The Sightseer lounges had the biggest windows of any railroad passenger car in the world. Misha turned to his dad. "Can we sit there, father? Please?" "We can go there until we leave the Puget Sound shoreline." Ryan, Misha, and Patrick headed back to the Sightseer while Lois stayed behind. They had to traverse the dining car to get to the coach lounge. "Whoa, this car is very nice," Misha said when he saw the large curved windows in the ceiling and the even bigger floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the car. They rode there for a half-hour, enjoying the view, but started to get a little bored as the tracks left the Puget Sound shoreline. The rest of the day was filled with eating lunch in the diner, eating dinner in the diner, doing some sightseeing, doing a lot of game playing, and reading some as well. Their sleeping car attendant put the beds down a little after 9:30. The room had a sink and a toilet, so the boys could take care of their evening business. They would also be able to take a morning shower in their room. "I like watching you pee," Patrick giggled. "I like your extra skin." "My skin isn't extra," Misha asserted. "It's supposed to be there. Everybody is born with it." "I know, but it looks extra to me." "Are you going to sleep naked?" Misha asked. "I will if you do." "I always sleep naked." "Me, too," Patrick giggled. "If the bunk was wider we could sleep together," Misha said wistfully. "That would be fun." "We'll have a big bed and our own room at the hotel. We can sleep together then. And just like our first time, we will be naked." "I can't wait." "Can I kiss you good-night?" Misha asked. Patrick blushed and nodded his head. Misha started to lean in, but they were interrupted by a knock. "Are you boys decent?" Lois asked. "No, we are not," Misha replied. "Well, get into bed then so we can kiss you both good-night." Misha climbed into the top bunk and Patrick took his place in the lower one. Lois and Ryan came into the room giving Misha and Patrick a hug and a kiss on the cheek from each of them, and then leaving the boys alone. As soon as the adults were gone, Misha climbed down from his bunk and lay beside Patrick. It was a tight squeeze, but they had no intention of sleeping together in the cramped space. The boys just wanted to kiss each other good-night. It was a sweet loving kiss on the lips, more sensuous and sexual for Misha than it was for the still pre-pubescent Patrick. Still, Patrick enjoyed the warm feelings the kiss gave him and was eager to share the bigger hotel bed with his friend so they could kiss and maybe do even more. Misha and Patrick traded tongue for a couple of minutes until Misha left the lower bunk and returned to the upper one. Patrick turned out the lights and the two young boys soon fell asleep as their beds rocked gently. The morning saw the boys eating Amtrak French Toast for breakfast in the dining car as the train skirted San Rafael Bay. The day was lunch as they headed into the Coast Range; it was watching the Pacific Ocean from the Parlour Car and the Sightseer Lounge; it was dinner with the Pacific Ocean on the right side of the train; it was the excitement of spotting dolphins below them as they enjoyed their dining car dinner; it was two boys having fun, watching, reading, and sneaking in gropes of each other's junk; it was coming into Los Angeles at 8:30 in the evening, a half-hour early; and it was getting their rental car and being in Anaheim and at their hotel by a little after ten. The boys were tired, but not so tired that they were going to pass up the fun that had eluded them the past two nights. They had two queen beds in their room, but they made no attempt to hide the fact they would only be using one of them. "Just don't spend the night kicking each other black and blue," Ryan said as he gave each boy a kiss on the forehead. "Father, we have much room on this bed," Misha said before he realized his father was pulling his leg. He giggled and said, "I have bigger legs and will kick harder, so Patrick better not kick me." Ryan ruffled his son's hair and then did the same for Patrick, even though their short hair didn't leave a great deal to ruffle. Ryan walked away. The boys were obviously wearing no shirts. He suspected they weren't wearing anything else either. Were they too young to think about playing around sexually? he wondered. Maybe, maybe not, he thought, but unless he thought Misha was taking advantage of the younger boy in his bed he wasn't going to worry about it. Like he kept having to tell his wife, boys will be boys and living with it was the price for having a pubescent boy. "I wish I could call my father dad, like you call yours," Misha said after Ryan left the room. Misha had listened to Patrick talk to his dad on the phone before they got ready for bed. "It's easy," Patrick told him. "You just say the word dad." "It sounds like I am almost too friendly." "That's why it sounds good. It's like saying you love your father because he who is a dad is usually pretty cool...unless you get in trouble." Misha kissed Patrick on the lips. "The door isn't locked," Patrick reminded Misha. "I know. But mother and father won't bother us." "And if they do come in? "Then we duck under the covers," Misha giggled. He kissed Patrick again, and their tongues moved in and out of each other's mouths. The boys were on their sides facing each other and their instincts drew their bodies closer until their warm, smooth skin touched. More importantly, their hard little cocks touched as well. Misha pushed his against Patrick and was pleased when Patrick pushed back. Misha hadn't dry humped much; doing it was not common at the orphanage; it was more about mutual masturbation, oral sex and fucking, with an occasional humping thrown in. "That feels really good, Misha," Patrick sighed. Misha pushed himself harder against Patrick's body and Patrick's cocklet. He kissed Patrick again and loved it when his friend opened his mouth and invited his tongue in. Misha kissed Patrick long and deep and hard, humping the younger boy as he did. The boys grunted and moaned, as they rolled on the bed. Misha was lost in pubescent sexual frenzy while Patrick enjoyed the good feelings of his friend's kisses and of his warm, sweat-dampened body pressing against him. They knew they had to muffle their noise since Misha's parents were on the other side of the wall and door. Misha shivered with the buildup of impending orgasm. He pushed his cock into Patrick's smooth abdomen as hard as he could, tucked his face into the crook between Patrick's neck and shoulders and let out a stifled moan as his cock twitched, his body shook, and his brain saw stars. He collapsed on Patrick's smaller body, breathing hard. "That was very awesome," Misha said. What he was feeling was more than awesome; he was feeling the kinds of things he felt with Nikki, only stronger. He remembered telling Nikki he loved him and he wanted to tell Patrick that he loved him. But his instincts told him it wasn't time yet, that Patrick wasn't ready and he wasn't ready. Instead, he reached for Patrick's rock hard cock and started jerking him off. The feelings Misha's humping had built up on the nine-year- old had left him close to his own orgasm. Misha's fingers felt wonderful as they brought him to a quick dry cum. Patrick shook, raised his little ass off of the bed, and felt his cock spasm in Misha's hand. He tried to keep quiet, but his sweet soprano voice let out an involuntary squeal as his body shivered in ecstasy. "Thank you, Misha," he whispered as he settled back down. Misha gave Patrick's lips a light kiss. The two boys cuddled and their long day and the late hour had them falling almost instantly to sleep. It was fortunate that they got some sex in that night. Monday. Tuesday, and Wednesday were a maelstrom of Disneyland, Sea World, Knott's Berry Farm, and Mariner baseball (the Mariners surprised everybody by sweeping the Angels). Each night it was past eleven when they finally hit the bed. They got some kisses in, cuddled their naked bodies up close, but were too tired to do more. Thursday was scheduled to be a day at the beach if the weather was right. The forecast was for sunny and upper seventies once the morning clouds burned off. Misha and Patrick slept in until ten, showered together, and had a room service breakfast. When Ryan and Lois told them about getting room service, the boys were ecstatic. They thought they were living in the very lap of luxury. They caught an Amtrak Surfliner at the Anaheim station just before noon and got to Oceanside and the beach just after one o'clock. Patrick and Misha quickly made a couple of friends and enjoyed an afternoon of wading, body surfing, sand castle building, sunning, and snacking. Their Surfliner left Oceanside at five and they returned to Anaheim just after six. After everybody showered and dressed they had a late dinner in the hotel restaurant. Their morning shower had been simply a shower. They washed each other, but their touches were not sexual. The pre-dinner shower was different. Misha was hard and horny; he hadn't had an orgasm since Sunday night and was very ready for one. He was hard as soon as he and Patrick got into the shower stall. This time there was some lingering sexuality to their washing each other—Misha made sure Patrick boned up as well. They didn't do anything to reach orgasm, but they knew what was going to happen that night. "Thanks for a fun day, mother," Misha said when he and Patrick got ready for bed. After dinner they had played Uno with Ryan and Lois for an hour. While they were tired, they were also very horny, especially Misha, who was entering the throes of puberty. "You're more than welcome, sweetie," Lois told him. "Yes, thank your Mr. and Mrs. Carlson. I had lots of fun. The beach was fun and dinner was good. The whole trip was so awesome. Thanks for taking me." He gave Ryan and Lois each a hug. "It was a pleasure having you with us, Patrick. I know it was special for Misha and it was for us, too. You are a very good friend for Misha," Ryan added. Patrick and Misha both grinned as Ryan and Lois left the bedroom. They had been in their underpants, but as soon as the door closed they stripped down naked. Misha had been sporting a boner the entire time his parents were in the room. He hoped his boxers hid it from their view, but if they noticed it, he didn't think it was a big deal. The staff at the orphanage had seen him and his friends sporting boners daily so it shouldn't be a problem if his parents saw his. While he'd noticed Patrick's boner stretching his briefs, he thought it was probably too small for his parents to notice it unless they were looking closely. Misha was somewhat correct in his evaluation—his parents had noticed their little boners tenting their underpants, but they didn't think it was a big deal. As Ryan put it, boys will be boys, and boys managed to get erections. "Wait a couple of more years and they will be a walking collection of hormones with permanent hard-ons," he told Lois. The boys' night together was much like Sunday night .There was a lot of kissing, a lot of touching and rubbing, and a lot of humping. Misha's finger found Patrick's boy hole and rubbed it. Patrick swallowed hard and rubbed Misha's and found the action stimulating. He was careful not to smell his fingers, however. By the time the boys finished the sheets had been pulled back and their naked bodies were fully exposed. Had Ryan or Lois walked in there would have been no keeping themselves hidden and secretive under the covers—the boys were so into what they were doing they had failed to consider the consequence. The issue ended up being moot as they weren't disturbed. Misha had the first orgasm. It happened as the two boys were facing each other, kissing deep, humping their dicks together. Misha did manage to control his orgasmic groan, but he let his body hammer into the smaller body of his lover. When Patrick came a couple of minutes later, Misha was on his back and Patrick was on top of him, his cocklet rubbing along Misha's smooth, warm skin. Misha was damp with sweat, and the moisture on his abdomen acted as lubrication for the wildly humping nine-year-old on top of him. After recovering, the boys pulled the sheets and blankets back over themselves and cuddled, falling asleep embraced in each other's warmth. Ryan opened the door between the bedrooms at six. Their connecting train to the "Coast Starlight" left Anaheim at 8:07. Ryan had turned the rental car in the evening before. Ryan was amused to see Patrick's bare ass and back exposed as he lay perpendicular to Misha, who was still covered by the bedding. Patrick's legs were under the sheets, draped across Misha's legs. Any doubts Ryan had about the boys sleeping in the nude with each other were gone. He shook the boys awake, and left the room smiling. He was happy Lois had not elected to wake up the boys; she simply didn't understand the behavior of young boys, not having been one herself. Patrick was mortified as Ryan left. "Misha," he said with concern, "he saw my naked butt." "It's a nice butt," Misha said giggling. "But, he's your dad." "Your dad has seen yours a lot of times, right?" "Well, yeah." "My father is just like your dad. He doesn't think it is a big deal. Let's take our shower." "But, still. He knows we sleep naked together." "That is a good thing. Now I will not have to tell him." Misha's calmness quieted Patrick and the boys headed to the shower together. After that it was a matter of getting dressed, making sure everything was packed, and heading to breakfast with Misha's parents. The train trip back to Tacoma was even more enjoyable than their trip south had been. It was their evening in their sleeping car room that made that trip a bit more special. The boys enjoyed viewing the ocean and the climb up Cuestas Pass with its horseshoe curve. Dinner in the diner was the evening highlight, at least until after Misha's parents tucked them into bed. "Do you want to come down and do it?" Misha asked Patrick, who was in the upper bunk. "Do what?" Patrick asked with genuine innocence. "What you call messing around." "But, the door isn't locked." "It will be okay," Misha said. He was getting used to answering that objection. Misha was horny, while young Patrick was not, but Patrick came down anyway. The boys had elected not to sleep naked for the same reason—the room was a bit chilly and the one blanket on the bed wasn't going to be enough to keep their naked bodies warm. Misha sat with his back to the bulkhead between rooms and pulled his boxers down to his knees. Patrick sat next to him, pulling his briefs down as he struggled to get comfortable. The boys jerked each other off, ready to pull up their underpants at the slightest noise coming from Lois and Ryan's bedroom. Patrick spit on his hand to use as lube, just like Roy had shown him. He wiped it on Misha's boner, although Misha's foreskin didn't make the lube totally necessary. Misha did the same to Patrick and the boys jerked each other off, saying little, but looking at each other a lot. Misha thought it would be much more efficient if he simply put Patrick's cock in his mouth and the same thoughts crossed Patrick's mind. But the boys didn't want to be caught performing oral sex. They were young and, for the most part, happy with what they were doing to each other. Life and sex would eventually become more complicated, but that night, on the "Coast Starlight", they were two young boys who were content to make their best friend feel special. The special feeling hit Patrick first. Misha could sense the nine-year- old's breathing increase, he could hear the quiet moans of pleasure, could feel the increasing tension in his young friend's body, and finally could enjoy the feel of Patrick's pink stick shaking and twitching as he enjoyed his orgasm. Patrick had stopped jerking Misha off for a minute or so as he dealt with having his own orgasm, but he quickly started up again, his tongue hanging out as he worked on the eleven-year-old's larger cock, moved the foreskin around, ran his finger around the small purple head, and then pounded on Misha's rod in earnest, until Misha grunted, raised his hips up, felt his balls draw up, and then let out a long sighing moan as he enjoyed his own orgasm. His climax was intense—Patrick had done a great job of bringing Misha off. The boys kissed lightly and then Patrick returned to his top bunk. They each wanted more than what they had been doing and wondered who would lead them to the next step. Even with some of their desires not being met, they were satisfied with what they had done. Just being together, touching each other, making each other feel good was, in the end, good enough for them. Even though it had become sexual, their relationship was still one of innocence. Misha saw Patrick in an entirely different way than he'd seen the boys at the orphanage, including Nikki and Vasia. He felt love and protectiveness for the young blond. He knew he would never do anything to harm him, and he would make sure nobody else ever hurt him either. After he returned home the next evening, Patrick talked non-stop to his father, to Grannana, and his visiting Uncle Ted. Brian was pleased that his son had had such a great time. He was even more pleased that he'd made such a great friend in Misha. Misha's parents thought the trip was a great success. Patrick had been the perfect boy to invite on the trip—friendly, intelligent, and polite. Misha was as happy as they'd ever seen him, and it was obvious he and Patrick had bonded into best friends. Ryan wasn't even concerned that the boys slept naked together—they were boys after all. As for Misha and Patrick, they fell asleep in their own beds dreaming of each other. Next: Spring Break-Double Vision