Date: Wed, 28 May 2014 22:43:14 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Puget Posse Chapter 5 Greetings, and thanks for returning to the Posse. This chapter will go into some detail about Misha's life in the orphanage and the unique education he received there from his peers. All of the disclaimers remain. No copying. Be eighteen. Enjoy. Please donate to the Nifty Archive. I can be contacted at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 5 MIKHAIL (RUSSIA) Mikhail knew little of his life outside of the orphanage. He knew his parents had abandoned him there. Nobody had ever told him why, but in his boyish mind he knew exactly why he had been left at the door. He knew he hadn't been good enough for them. The nine-year-old scooted closer to Nikolai, who was sharing the tight space in his bed. He draped his arm around his friend, kissed his right cheek, and licked off the tear dripping down to the pillow. "You're a good friend, Misha," Nikolai said. "I was so sure I'd be leaving here. But, the man hurt me too much. I had to make him stop." "I'm sorry it didn't work, Nikki." Mikhail, who went by Misha, the familiar form of his name, was very sorry things didn't work for his older friend. But in a way, he was glad, too. If it had all worked out for Nikolai, his friend would have been taken away from the orphanage to live in some kind of a group home. Nikolai was not only Misha's best friend, he was also his lover in bed, and was the person in the orphanage he looked up to the most. "I love you, Nikki." Misha wasn't sure what that meant, but he knew it was something good. It was a word that wasn't used very much at the orphanage. "I love you, too, Misha. If it wasn't for you I would be even sadder this didn't work, because I would have missed you terribly." Nikki hugged the younger boy tightly. "I hurt you the first couple of times, didn't I?" "Just a little. And now it feels really good." "I'd make you feel good tonight, but right now I just don't feel like doing it." "It's okay. Maybe tomorrow...you'll feel better tomorrow." The two boys were wrapped around each other on a bed that barely had room for them. The blond twelve-year-old was small for his age, but still much bigger than Misha. Nikki was wearing nothing but sweat pants, while Misha was naked. Usually, they were both naked when they shared one of their beds, but tonight was different. Tonight was the night Nikki had met with the man from the group home. Tonight it was nine-year-old Mikhail who was taking the role of comforter that Nikolai usually held. Misha couldn't fall asleep. His dick felt good as it rested on Nikki's bare belly. Misha wasn't hard—he rarely got an erection that wasn't caused by him or somebody else actively working to give him a boner. The hormones of puberty had not yet hit him, but life among the boys of the orphanage had given him a knowledge of sex and its pleasures that was well beyond his years. The younger boy rolled over on his back and was pleased when Nikki draped his arm over his bare chest. His thoughts went to his years in the orphanage and how he ended up in bed with the blond-haired twelve-year-old, who he one day would admit was a beautiful boy, in more ways than one. The younger boys, boys under eight, had their own area of the orphanage. They spent their days in a pre-school type setting. The youngest boys still slept in cribs. While they received a lot of care and attention from the staff, they didn't receive the love and nurturing that young boys of that age craved. As a result, one boy would often sleep with another boy, snuggled tightly, arms and bodies intertwined. It was their way of feeling a part of someone else, of easing the feeling of loneliness that often threatened to crush them, and at times would totally overwhelm some of the boys. By the time they were six, it was rare for any of them to sleep alone. When a boy slept with a friend, the feeling of abandonment left him for the night. While the boys probably didn't love each other, they did provide each other the kind of nurturing and touching that they craved. The staff knew what went on in the beds, and did nothing to discourage it. While they could not provide what the boys were looking for, they were savvy enough to understand what the boys needed. Misha's cuddle buddy had been Pavel, who was six months younger. Misha had bounced from friend to friend and bed to bed, just like the other boys did. But he eventually found himself sleeping with Pavel most of the time, either in his bed or in Pavel's bed. They became regular sleep buddies by the time Misha reached his seventh birthday. But things changed when a boy reached eight. He was moved from the smaller rooms, with six to eight boys, to larger rooms with a dozen or more. The rooms were in a wing with six of the large rooms. Four of the rooms were built around a single bathroom and shower. They held the boys aged eight to eleven. The twelve and thirteen- year-olds were in the same wing, but in different rooms which shared a shower area. Each room was allocated to one age group, so the number of boys in a room varied. Misha turned eight on November 5. A party with cake and soft drinks was held in Misha's class. After school, he was moved into room 1B and assigned a vacant bed. His classroom stayed the same. Misha knew most of the boys in his new room, since many were in his class and had also lived in the "little kids" wing with him. Misha knew, from talking to a couple of his friends in class, that there would be some interesting changes in his life now that he had moved into the "older boys" wing. Nobody told him the specifics of the changes, however. It was an unspoken tradition that each boy had to find out for himself when he was moved into his new bed. He found out some things on his first night in the wing. While brushing his teeth in the bathroom, he noticed some of the older boys checking him out. Like most of the other boys, he was dressed in just a pair of underpants. The ten-year-olds had showers scheduled for that night, and many of them had only towels wrapped around their waists. Some of the boys simply pranced into the bathroom in the nude. It wasn't long before all of the ten-year-olds were in the showers and naked. While nudity was commonplace in the orphanage, Misha was fascinated by all the naked flesh he saw as he looked into the shower. "Do you like what you see?" came a voice from behind him. Misha turned and saw an older boy, who was at least six inches taller that his three foot ten, standing behind him. He blushed a full body blush. "It's okay. You can like it. I like it. See the dark haired boy in the corner?" Misha nodded. "He's my bedmate. I found him this year. He's nine and I am thirteen. My bedmate used to be Vasia, but he got old enough to find himself a bedmate, so now he is a bed master." Misha didn't understand what the older boy was saying, so he just nodded. "My name is Josef." "I'm Misha." "You're new, aren't you?" "Today is my eighth birthday." "Well, happy birthday. Would you like to sleep with me?" Misha was stunned by the sudden invitation by the older boy. "I thought he was your bedmate," Misha said, pointing to the dark haired boy. "He is. But if I want to sleep with you I can. You're cute. He can sleep with somebody else, or sleep by himself if he wants. That's how it works here ." Misha looked up at Josef. He thought the older boy seemed nice enough. What he saw was a boy who played soccer, the big sport at the orphanage, and whose body showed the results of constant exercise. Like Misha, he was naked except for a pair of gray boxer briefs, the usual underpants given out by the orphanage. Misha was used to sleeping with other boys, and preferred it to sleeping alone. He wondered why an older boy like Josef would want to sleep with a little kid like him, but everybody liked to sleep with somebody. The little eight-year-old didn't realize he was going to be learning a lot about what sleeping together meant in the B wing. "You didn't answer by question," Josef said. "Would you like to sleep with me?" "I guess so." "Good. I will teach you things. You can sleep in your own bed tonight so you get used to it, and I will sleep with Andrei. Tomorrow you are sleeping with me, if anybody else asks you. Understood?" Misha nodded yes. He thought that Josef was kind of pushy, but he didn't know his way around well enough to say no. At least he would have one night to get used to his new surroundings. When he returned to his room, Misha took off his underpants and put on his well worn pair of pajamas. He crawled under the fresh sheets, which were cold on his feet. About five minutes later, Emma, the house mother, came in. She introduced herself to Misha, telling him that she and Vlad, who was the house father, switched off their duties every other week. They were available 24 hours a day when they worked. She welcomed Misha to the B wing and told him where her room was. She said she would meet with him tomorrow to explain the rules and to sign him up for various activities. She then turned out the lights and left the room, going through the bathroom to check on the boys in 2B. As soon she left, there was a scurrying of bodies, as four boys left their beds and climbed into another bed to be with a friend. Misha was pleased when a boy came over and asked to sleep with him. The boy was Dmitri, who was in his school class. Misha had slept with him in the A wing more than once before Dmitri got moved to the B wing. He liked Dmitri. "Can I sleep with you?" Dmitri asked shyly. Misha pulled his sheet back and Dmitri entered his bed and snuggled up to him. "Thank you, Misha. I'm happy to see you in the big boy rooms now." "Thank you for coming to my bed. I was lonely. Why does everybody wait for the lights to go out before changing beds. In the other room we did it before the lights went out." "It's just the way everybody does it." He couldn't bring himself to say that the reason was all about sex. Unknown to the boys, the reason had to do with the fact that, except for the eight and nine-year-olds and most of the ten-year-olds, many of boys were reaching puberty. With the onset of puberty, much of the pairing up to sleep had sexual overtones. The staff, including the often strict housemothers, understood the need for the older boys to have the security of companionship in bed. It was same as what the the very young boys needed. But they also understood that some of the liaisons would lead to sex. By requiring the boys to be in their own bed when the lights went out, the staff could pretend that they didn't know about the bed hopping that occurred once they turned the lights off. As long as there was no complaint of outright rape, the sex at night was ignored. Vlad, the head housefather in the B wing, was a bit more aware of the goings on in the rooms, especially in rooms 5 and 6, where the twelve and thirteen-year-olds were. He loved that age group, and more than one of the boys had spent a night in the housefather's bed, learning even more about sex than they already thought they knew. And then there were the weekend camping trips—the boys lucky enough to be invited looked forward to them. But none of that had anything to do with Misha, at least not directly. Vlad wasn't interested in the younger boys; he liked his boys to provide him with a sweet protein nectar. Dmitri snuggled in close to Misha. Misha liked the closeness as he felt the warmth of Dmitri's eight-year-old body. Suddenly, the darkness was disturbed as two other boys left their bed and headed out of the door to the bathroom. "Where are they going?" Misha asked, although he had a pretty good idea. "Stepan has a bed master," Dmitri said. "I think Erik is just going to sleep with somebody in another room." "Do the big boys ever come in here?" "Lots of times, especially when they want sex really bad. I like it when they pick me. But usually it is the bed masters who come. I wish I had one of those." Misha couldn't think of what to say. He knew nothing about sex, and didn't even know that boys could to it together until a month or so before when his friends who had already moved to the B wing hinted at what went on in the beds. "Do you want to try something?" Dmitri asked. "I'm sleepy. I'll try something next time." It had been a long and confusing day for Misha. He also wanted to learn about what was going on from an older boy. He was sure that Josef would be giving him lessons the next night. He just wasn't sure how badly wanted them. The next day, the eight-year-olds were scheduled for after dinner shower time. Misha ate with Dmitri, Evgeny, a nine-year-old whom Misha had been friends with when he lived in the A wing, and Stepan, one of the boys who left the bedroom after lights out. Misha found out that Stepan had spent the night with Vasia, a blond eleven-year-old. Stepan pointed him out to Misha. For reasons he didn't understand, Misha thought Vasia was beautiful. He wished he was spending his night in bed with the slender blond. "How long have you been his bedmate?" Misha asked. "Since a month after I moved into the B wing." Misha knew that Stepan had moved almost three months ago. "Is it fun?" "It's okay. I think sleeping with you would be more fun. I wouldn't have to do stuff." Misha had an excellent idea of what Stepan meant by stuff. After they finished dinner, the eight-year-olds went back to Room 1 B and undressed for their showers. Some wore towels around their waist, but most of them carried their towels with them, showing off their little boy genitals. The showers went quickly. Misha noticed that some of the older boys watched from the large opening into the area where the sinks were. He saw Josef, Vasia, and another boy with dark hair, a slender torso, and coltish legs. The boy looked into the shower area with a serious look on his face, as opposed to the lustful leers of the other two. The two of them traded comments back and forth, but the nameless boy didn't say anything. Misha turned off his shower, grabbed his towel, and dried himself. He stood in a spot where he could tell if any of the older boys were looking at him, the new boy. While all three looked his way frequently, they also looked over some of the other boys as well. Vasia waved to Stepan, who gave his bed master a shy wave back. Misha strutted by the three older boys, not bothering to cover anything up. They'd been looking at him while he showered, he thought, so why hide his goods? Besides, hardly any of the other boys covered themselves. The three older boys were all dressed in shorts and shirts, ready to head to the main building for recreation time. "Don't forget, you're sleeping with me tonight," Josef whispered to Misha. "I just go to your room? How do I find your bed?" "Room 6 B where you go. I'll see you come in, so don't worry about finding me." "You're so lucky," Vasia told Josef. "I wanted him first." "You can get him next time," Josef said. "Unless Stepan doesn't like me doing it with him." "Stepan is your bedmate, and you're the bed master. That means you get to do what you like." "You're right. I'm still used to you being my bed master and doing what you want." "I have my new mate and you have your new mate, but you can sleep with me any night you want if I don't have somebody else in mind." "Can I sleep with you some time?" Vasia asked Misha. Misha felt weird. It was like the older boys were shopping for boys, and he was one of the items for sale. He gave a noncommittal shrug and left the bathroom area. He finished drying and dressed himself, wondering about the third boy. He never said a thing, but Misha felt like he was shopping, just like Josef and Vasia were. That night after the lights went out, Misha noticed the scurrying from bed to bed. Dmitri had told him how long he should wait before leaving the room. Misha tried to count the seconds, but lost his place. When he saw the shadow of another boy heading for the door, he left his bed and followed him to the bathroom. He knew he had to go out of the side door of Room 4B to get to the end of the wing that had the two rooms where the twelve and thirteen year olds slept. He stepped into a foyer and saw a wall ahead of him with two doors. The boy he'd followed out of the room was nowhere to be seen. Misha looked for a number and was relieved to see a faded 6 B on a door. He quietly opened the door. He could tell a lot of the boys weren't asleep. There was a lot of noisy activity going on. He heard his name being whispered and saw Josef sitting up and waving at him. He had to go around another bed to get to Josef's bed. There were two boys in the bed, their shoulders bare, who were kissing. He stared at them wide-eyed. He heard Josef whisper to him again, and he finally moved around the bed and stood next to Josef. "Hi, Misha. Quick, take your pajamas off." Misha could see that Josef's shoulders were bare, just like the two kissing boys on the adjacent bed. Misha hadn't thought about the fact he'd have to get naked to sleep with Josef. He hesitated for a moment, and finally pulled off his tattered pajamas. Josef pulled his blanket up and Misha climbed into the bed. Josef was naked as well. "What are they doing?" Misha asked, pointing to the neighboring bed. "They're kissing." "I know that. But, they're boys. Boys don't kiss." "You're only eight. You don't know what boys do and don't do, especially when there are no girls." "They're both grown up boys." "They are both thirteen and are best friends." "Which one is the bed master?" "When you're the same age, nobody is the bed master. Most of us like to sleep with each other. When you're thirteen, you're best friends. But being a bed master is fun, too, because you can always be the boss. We just don't do as much with little kids, because we can do more with big ones. Plus Emma doesn't like you littler kids running around from room to room all the time. Vlad doesn't care what we do, so when he's here is the best time to sleep with your bed buddy." "Why are we naked?" "So I can do this." Josef put his hand on Misha's flaccid little uncut cock, rubbing it until it started to harden and was soon a full-fledged two-inch little boy boner. Misha had never experienced anything like the feelings that were zapping through his little body like electricity. "Put your hand on mine and do the same thing," Josef whispered. Misha wrapped his small hand around Josef's five inch boner, almost gasping at the feel of it. It's not that he had never touched another boy's penis before, because he had. But the previous times had been acts of curiosity—this time it was a sexual act, and he instinctively knew it. On top of that, Josef's boner was bigger and hotter and more amazing than the little things he touched for a few seconds each. He awkwardly stroked Josef's penis as instructed, but stopped when he felt something near the base. "You have hair down there," Misha said. "That's because I'm growing up." Josef fondled Misha's smooth little ball sac, rubbing it and the petite prepubescent penis of the young boy. "Feel up my balls," Josef said. Misha let go of the pole between his fingers and felt up the smooth, hanging scrotum of the young teen. "Yeah, that feels good, Misha." Josef then placed the boy's hand back on his boner. Once Misha got started, Josef started masturbating the younger boy again as he continued to introduce the eight-year-old to the wonders of mutual masturbation. They continued for five or so minutes when Misha felt slime on the head of Josef's uncut cock. "What's that?" "It's precum. Rub it around my dick." Misha did as commanded, but was distracted by the actions on the neighboring bed. One of the boys was on top of the other, their naked bodies exposed as their actions caused the covers to drop on the floor. In the dark he couldn't tell exactly what they were doing, but he could see the white ass on the boy on top move up and down in a steady rhythm and he could hear muffled moans and the squeak of the bed. "What are they doing?" he asked Josef, his soprano boy voice carrying such a tone of innocence it almost broke Josef's heart. It wasn't that long ago that the thirteen-year-old had been just as naïve as Misha. "They're fucking." "What's that?" Josef put his hand around Misha's and squeezed it against his teen cock. "The boy on top has this," he squeezed again, "inside of the butt of the boy on the bottom." He looked over at the bed and said, "Hey, Andrei, put the blankets over yourself. Have some respect. I got a little boy here with me." "He's gotta learn sometime," Andrei said. "Maybe some other night. Don't make me come over and put them over you myself." "Damn, Josef, you know how to ruin a good fuck." "Quit whining and do it." Andrei stopped, and put the blankets loosely over himself and his partner. Josef knew they wouldn't stay there long, but he had made his point to Misha. He was unquestionably higher in the pecking order than the two boys next to them. After impressing Misha with his authority, Josef surprised the eight- year-old by ducking under the covers and placing his hard little cock in his mouth. While Misha was surprised, he was not stunned. Dmitri had told him at recreation time that this might happen when he went into Josef's bed. He wondered if Josef would make him suck on his big cock. It ended up he didn't have to, at least not that time. As Josef kept sucking him, Misha's feelings kept getting stronger and stronger until he couldn't stand what was happening and begged Josef to stop. Misha's squealing voice brought cries for them to be quiet from other parts of the room. But Josef didn't stop sucking Misha, and Misha couldn't stop making noise until his little body shook the bed. His ass lifted up as he tried to fuck Josef's mouth. His cock throbbed with his first ever orgasm. Josef let go, pulled Misha on his side, and dry humped his belly, crying out with pleasure as he spilled his seed over the little boy's torso the same time Andrei blew his load into his thirteen-year-old partner's ass. Their orgasms brought the noise level down some, but it didn't stop entirely. Two other boys were partnered up that night, and the rest of the boys, now turned on by the happenings in the two beds near the door, masturbated themselves to their own messy cums. Misha slept naked with Josef. He liked it and fell asleep contentedly. The next morning was Saturday. On some Saturdays they had a half- day of school, and this was one of them. The half days started an hour later than the usual start time, however. Emma, the housemother, opened the door and yelled that it was time to get up, as either she or Vlad did every school morning. Unlike Vlad, she didn't take a look to see who was sleeping with whom—it was something she did not want to know. Vlad, on the other hand, was all about who was sleeping with whom, either through observation, or from the older boys who sometimes slept with him. "I have your stuff all over me," Misha said. "It's all dry and icky." "You can shower with me. We have looser shower rules in our rooms than you guys do." For the first time, Misha saw Josef completely naked. As the two showered, he inspected the teen. His uncut cock hung low, but his smooth balls had dropped and hung lower. He had wisps of pubic hair at the base of his cock, which was half hard. Josef talked to Misha as he washed himself, and then washed the little eight-year- old. There were three other twelve and thirteen-year-olds showering as well. "Did you have fun last night?" Josef asked. "Yes." "Do you want to do it again sometime?" "Yes." Josef smiled and started washing the pert white globes that made up the rear of the boy. "We'll do it again. Maybe you can give me a blow job next time." "I'll try." Misha jumped and squeaked when Josef's finger started rubbing his pucker. "That feels funny? "Do you like it?" "Yes." "You aren't real talkative." "I can talk." Misha squealed again as Josef worked his finger into the tight little hole, pushing it up to the first knuckle. Andrei and his friend entered the shower area and saw Josef's finger impaled in Misha's butt. "Are you looking for a new bed mate?" Andrei asked. "None of your business." "He wants to stick something bigger up your ass, little boy," Andrei said. "You better be careful." "You're sticking your foot way up into your mouth, so you better be careful, too," Josef said with a threatening glare. Andrei and his friend, Ivan, went to two empty showerheads on the other side of the room. "I like you, Misha," Josef said. "Here's some things you need to know. You don't have to say yes to older boys who want you to sleep with them. Some of them are not nice, like Andrei. He would love to put his prick up your ass. Don't let him or anybody else do it unless you really like them. If you say no, they won't do it, because raping somebody can get you in big trouble. It happens, because most boys are afraid to turn anybody in, but still, if you get caught...well, it's not good." "Why does somebody want to go up a boy's pooper?" Misha asked. "Because it feels good to stick your prick in a tight hole. And because for some guys it feels good to have a cock up inside them." "Have you done it?" "Both ways. But I don't like it up my butt very much. I like doing it to somebody else better. Especially somebody younger, because they're soft and smooth and tight like I think a girl would be." "Am I soft and smooth?" "Yes, you are." "I like how your finger feels. Would your pecker feel as good?" "No. You're too little for my pecker. Anyway, listen to a couple of other things. There are two older guys who really like you: Vasia and Nikki. You can do anything with them. They won't hurt you. Nikki would be a really good bed master for you. He's quiet and sweet like you are. Vasia already is a bed master." "He can't have two bedmates?" "Nobody does it. You can sleep with lots of guys, and some guys have a boyfriend their age, but guys only have one bedmate." "Who is Nikki?" "Remember when Vasia and I saw you in the shower yesterday?" "Yes." "The other boy with us is Nikki." Josef's finger was still in Misha's ass. His other hand was masturbating the boy's smooth little uncut boner. Misha was surprised that he wasn't embarrassed by the teen doing stuff to him in front of other boys in the shower. He was happy to have the attention of the big thirteen-year-old, and he didn't care who knew it. He could tell that the other boys in the shower enjoyed watching what Josef was doing to him; they all had boners and were playing with them. That was Misha's introduction to sex. He quickly learned all of the dormitory mores of sex and sleeping together. He learned when to hop in bed with a peer, when he could leave his room, how to deal with the older boys, how he had to behave differently when Emma was the head housemother than when Vlad was the housefather. There was so much happening and so much to learn, but he was confident he was getting the hang of it. Misha gave his first blow job on the Monday after his night with Josef. He sucked Dmitri who returned the favor. Misha was happy Dmitri didn't make the sticky sperm stuff like Josef did. Misha spent another night with Josef soon after and tasted cum for the first time when Josef told him to lick it off his chest and belly. On another night, eleven-year-old Vasia taught Misha about the sixty- nine position. Life in bed was changing rapidly. After two months in Room 1B, Misha had slept with most of the other boys in the room, although most of those nights didn't lead to sex. The hormonal sexual urges didn't drive the young boys; the need for comfort and warmth was their driving force. Misha enjoyed more sex with Josef and Vasia. He often slept with Vasia's bed mate, Stepan, and they often got into a sixty-nine after lights out. Josef and Vasia both finger fucked Misha, showing him other ways to get orgasms. Misha also turned down Andrei and Ivan more than once when they asked him for sex. He didn't like the two. He felt safe turning them down, because he trusted Josef to protect him. Dmitri was his favorite partner in bed, even thought there was usually no sex involved between them. Dmitri was the best snuggler and made Misha feel secure. But the key meeting for Misha happened at breakfast, just over three months after Misha was moved into the B wing. He was eating at a bench table with Dmitri and Stepan when the dark haired boy he knew as Nikki came up behind him. "Do you mind if I sit here?" the boy asked nobody in particular, pointing to an empty spot next to Misha. Misha patted the bench, indicating it was okay for him to sit. The boy set his tray down and took the seat. "Hi, I'm Nikolai," he said. "And you're Mikhail." It was obvious his interest in sitting at the table was Misha. "Yes, I am Mikhail. But you can call me Misha." "And you can call me Nikki." Both boys slurped their oatmeal, not sure what to say next. Misha knew that Nikki looked him over more than once. He frequently appeared in the shower room when the eight-year-olds were scheduled to shower. "I've seen you in Vasia's bed," Nikki said, making it obvious that he was eleven. "Vasia says you really do sex good." "I've seen you looking at me," Misha said, generating a bright red blush from Nikki. "Vasia and Josef say you're really nice." "I don't know if I am. Everybody says I am." "Can I talk to you at recreation time? I mean talk really serious?" Misha wasn't sure what Nikki meant by serious, but as always, he liked getting the attention of an older boy. He suspected that by talking about something serious, Nikki meant talking about sex. Misha was finding out he liked the feelings of sex very much, at least when he's in the proper mood, and as a result he also liked talking about it. He thought about Nikki all during the school day and was disappointed when the older boy sat with his peers at dinner. Ironically, the eleven-year-olds had the after dinner shower time. This time, Misha turned the tables and looked into the shower room to watch Nikki shower. He liked how the dark haired boy looked. He had a lanky build. His slender torso and his skinny, long legs were smooth and white. His looks made him appear taller than he was. His uncut cock didn't hang far and his smooth balls were dropping, making his cock look even shorter. His body was hairless, glistening from the shower water. Misha wished he could hop into the shower with the quiet older boy, who seemed to be really nice. Later, Nikki searched out Misha in the recreation hall. "I saw you looking at me in the shower," Nikki said. "There was no place to hide," Misha said. The two boys sat on an old, tattered couch that was beaten down by years of boys sitting on it, wrestling on it, and spilling snacks and drinks on it. "Can I ask you a question?" Nikki said. Misha shrugged. "Do you like the stuff you do with Vasia and Josef." Misha nodded yes. "Do you want to do it with me?" Nikki asked. "Yes. I've wanted to for a long time." "Really?" Misha nodded. "You're so cute. I wanted to ask you for a long time. But you kept going with Vasia and Josef, and a couple of times with Kirill." Kirill was a stocky, blond eleven-year-old. After two sessions in Kirill's bed, Misha decided he didn't like being with him very much. Kirill had a mean streak and would try to make him do things he didn't want to do. He liked to get rough with Misha. The second time Kirill pinched him when he said no, he got out of Kirill's bed and picked his pajamas off of the floor. "If you walk away you'll be very sorry," Kirill threatened. Misha was short for his age, but was stocky and strong. More importantly, he had learned from Josef and Vasia that no matter how afraid he was, he could show no fear to the older boys or they would decide they owned him. Misha remembered Josef telling Andrei to put the bed covers over himself and Ivan. Misha stood next to Kirill's bed and stared down at him, taking advantage of the fact he was standing up. He hunched his shoulders to make his body look bigger. "If you touch me ever again, I will kick you in the balls." He walked out of the eleven-year-old room, carrying his discarded pajamas. Vasia, who was bedded with Stepan, had stopped and watched the confrontation. He smiled as Misha walked out. While Misha enjoyed some protection from him and Josef, his standing up to Kirill, who was a bit of a bully, was going to gain the respect of a lot of boys once word got around. Vasia knew for a fact that word would get around. But now Misha was dealing with a boy who was much different than Kirill, a boy he was certain he liked. "Do you have a bedmate?" Misha asked Nikki, taking the initiative for the first time. "No. And I don't have a bed master. Marc was my bed master, but he was moved to the C wing when he turned fourteen." After more talk, Misha once again took the initiative, saying he would come to Nikki's bed after lights out. That night, Misha's experience went up another notch. For the first time he deep kissed. He's kissed Vasia and Josef, but it wasn't like what Nikki was showing him. He loved the feeling of battling tongues and having his lips locked with another boy's. He liked the passion involved with kissing. He and Nikki masturbated each other, but he put his lips around Nikki's cock just before he came. He enjoyed the light watery cum of Nikki better than any other he'd tasted, or at least so it seemed. He had Vasia and Josef to compare it to, along with Andrei, who he sucked once in the shower room, with Josef supervising. Kirill was still dry when Misha sucked him. He slept with Nikki; he had never felt safer or more secure than he did with Nikki that night. Nikki and Misha bedded together three more times, once in Misha's bed, during the next week. "Does this mean I'm your bedmate?" Misha asked after they finished masturbating each other. "Do you want to be?" Nikki asked. "Yes." Nikki kissed Misha's lips. "Done." The two spent more and more nights together, even though protocol said the bed master should limit his time with his bedmate. Misha could think of nobody but Nikki, and the feeling was mutual. Misha's life was better than he ever remembered. He was extremely bright and, unlike many of his classmates, he excelled in the classroom. He was placed on the eight and nine-year-old soccer team, and not only learned that he loved playing the game, he quickly became a very skilled player—even better than most of the nine-year- olds. One of the things the boys at the orphanage liked about soccer was it was a way they could leave the campus of the institution. Yes, there were field trips to museums, castles, to watching sporting events, and to other places both interesting and boring. But getting on the rickety bus for a soccer game, and playing on the green grass of a pitch in a park a long way from the dirt and mud they practiced on at the orphanage, was something very special for the boys. Misha's last new sexual experiences came as spring moved into summer. Vlad was the supervisor on duty. He was a little looser about following the shower schedule than Emma was. He often allowed a bed master to shower with a bedmate in the big shower room in the middle of the quadrant of rooms. Usually they only showered together when it was the older boy's shower time, but Vlad let the bed masters invade the younger boys shower on occasion. Misha and Nikki showered together whenever they could. Dmitri and Stepan were happy that Misha had a bed master, and especially happy that it was Nikki, who was one of the nicest of the older boys. On this particular evening, Dmitri and Stepan showered to either side of Nikki and Misha and watched as the two of them washed each other, getting hard as Nikki finger fucked Misha. This was more exciting than the usual shower routine. "Do you want to do it tonight?" Nikki asked. "You mean you doing it up my butt?" Nikki nodded. Misha remembered what Josef had said about doing it the first time with somebody he liked. Well, he really liked Nikki, and was ready to try doing what everybody called fucking. After the boys finished showering they returned to their own rooms. Nikki grabbed the tube of petroleum jelly that mysteriously was left in each of the older boys' rooms. If they didn't know what it was for, they learned quickly. Nikki wasn't a virgin. He and Vasia had enjoyed anal sex together on numerous occasions, and he'd let Josef take him a couple of times as well. He was very ready to try it with the little boy he so often shared his bed with. He was certain he had fallen in love with Misha. For him the definition of love had to be whatever it was he felt for the young boy in his arms. That night, Misha and Nikki discovered that, in spite of the difference in their ages, they fit together perfectly. Nikki's penetration was painful at first. But because of the entire setup of having sex in a group setting while at the same time they tried to hide what they were doing, Nikki was forced to be gentle with the young boy. The eleven- year-old knew he was doing it correctly when Misha had a dry cum minutes before Nikki shot his clear cum into Misha's butt. Misha was no longer a virgin. By the time Nikki had his orgasm, Misha found out he loved having his bed master inside of him. Misha was wondering if he was in love with Nikki. He felt more complete when he was with the older boy. While he enjoyed bedding with his friends Dmitri and Stepan, it wasn't the same as being with Nikki. The weeks went by. Success in school, success in soccer, success in bed, having friends, made Misha's existence in the orphanage less dreary than it had been. Life had become tolerable. But nothing in the institution lasted forever. One night in October, not long after he was moved in with the twelve-year-olds, Nikki told Misha he had a chance to be moved into a small group home where he would be able to live with a family and have a room of his own. "I'll get to go to a real school and take a private shower and practice soccer on a field with grass." Misha felt happy and sad at the same time. He was happy because his friend was happy, but he was sad because his friend would be leaving. Nikki was more than a friend— he was the closest thing to family that Misha had. Nikolai had been approached by Vlad just after he was moved to 5B. Vlad had had his eye on the beautiful boy as an eleven-year-old, but he didn't start his hunt until a boy moved into the 5B-6B section of the wing. He'd already recruited Vasia a month before and now he wanted Nikolai. He told both boys that a man would come to interview them. What they found out was that the group home had some requirements of its residents. One was posing nude for pictures. Sometimes they would take pictures of them having sex with other boys in the home. They also would be asked to have sex with older men on occasion. But their payment would be a nice home, their own bed, a good school, participation in sports, and permission to get into the alcohol supply on occasion. Vasia was all for it. Nikki wasn't quite as sure, but decided in many ways the home sounded better than the drab grayness of the orphanage. The biggest negative was that he would have to leave Misha. Just after Misha was moved to room 2B, which had mostly nine-year- olds, Vlad told Nikki and Vasia a man would be coming to test the two of them. He said they would have to let the man suck them off. Then they had to be able to take his cock up their asses. Nikki worried that he might not be able to do it. He'd never been able to easily take a cock. He'd never bottomed for Misha, although he was thinking of doing it. He knew Misha had yet to fuck another boy. "If I don't let him do it," Nikki told Misha a couple of nights before, "then I'll stay stuck here." "I'm stuck here," Misha said a bit forlornly. "But some family in America or somewhere could want you. I am too old. And I want out of here. I want to play soccer on green grass all the time. I want my own bedroom so I can do stuff in private." But Nikolai couldn't take the man's cock, either because he really was too tight physically or psychologically. Plus, he truly did not want to leave Misha. That was the night that found a sad Nikolai finding solace with Mikhail in bed. It was the night the twelve-year-old and the nine-year-old declared their love for each other, even if they weren't sure what it meant. The fear of separation was gone for awhile, but not for long. Two weeks later, Mikhail was called into the director's office for an official conference. The director told Misha that a family in America was interested in adopting him. He discussed where it was they live and what they did for a living and what they seemed to be like. He showed Misha pictures of the couple and of their house. He said they had pictures of him, along with his school records. He asked Misha to write them a short letter in his best English, with the help of his teacher. Misha did that and handed it in the next day. The past twenty-four hours had left him numb. His life was about to change completely. As depressing as the orphanage was, it was still the only home he'd ever known. It was also the place where Nikolai, his Nikki, lived. No matter where he went, whether it was the other side of the city, or half-way around the world to a place called Seattle, Nikki would not be there with him. None of his other friends would either, and he had made many. Change was coming, and it frightened nine-year-old Misha. The old feelings of loneliness washed over him. He was about to live in a house, have a family, have his own room, all of the things Nikki wanted and couldn't get. But, he wasn't sure he wanted all of that, not if it meant losing the love that had found its way into his life. He was too young to understand all of his emotions. What he did understand was that he didn't want any drastic change to come into his life. But, it was coming and he didn't know how to stop it. Next: Mikhail (Transition)