Date: Wed, 28 May 2014 22:43:14 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
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.

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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)