Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 20:56:52 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 46

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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 AND MISHA>

<Friday, March 29>

 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.

<Saturday, March 30>

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.

<Sunday, March 31>

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, April 4>

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.

<Friday, April 5>

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.

<Saturday, April 6>

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.

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