Date: Sat, 31 May 2014 21:35:21 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6
MIKHAIL-TRANSITION

Misha's new parents were slated to pick him up at the orphanage on
Monday, January 10. From the start of the New Year on, Misha spent
every moment he could with Nikki. They slept together, ate together,
showered together, did their recreation time together—they did
everything but go to class together.

The staff ignored whatever breaches of protocol occurred. For all of
the flaws of the orphanage, most of the staff were dedicated and
caring. There were exceptions, like Vlad, who saw the boys as sexual
creatures as well as a means for making money and used them as
such, even as he rationalized that the group homes were in the best
interests of the boys; the assistant director, who took payment for
helping Vlad assign boys to "group homes"; and the director, who,
while a good man, looked the other way when Vlad's transactions
took place. After all, the men involved had the power of money and
made many generous donations to the orphanage.

The new computers were an example of what could be obtained by
not looking at the source too closely. The three school administrators
didn't see themselves as evil. Overall, they felt they had the best
interests of the boys at heart. And while there was a price the boys
had to pay at the group homes, the administrators believed the value
gained by the boys was larger than the price that was paid.

On Monday, Misha found out that Nikki would be away for the
weekend. "I'm getting a second chance," Nikki told Misha as they
played chess in the recreation room.

Nine year old Misha was becoming a proficient chess player. Misha
was a talented math student and his math teacher took him aside for
chess lessons. He liked Misha's thinking skills and saw that the boy
was a brilliant student. He felt that chess would help him hone his
skills.

Nikki rarely defeated Misha, who had passed him as a player. Most of
the younger boys no longer played Misha, so he was allowed to go to
the recreation room in the C wing to play the older teens. He won
maybe a third of the time, but could hold his own against any of the
players there. Losing to Misha was met with derision when he first
started playing the older boys. But the young boy quickly gained the
respect of the chess players among the teens and they enjoyed
playing the personable preteen.

"What kind of second chance?" Misha asked.

"To move into that home."

"Do you really want to go there?"

"I wasn't sure before. But with you moving to America, there is no
reason for me to stay in this dump. Vlad wants me to go on his
camping trip this weekend with some of the teens. I get to show him
what I can do."

"Camping trip? It's the middle of winter. There is snow everywhere."

"It is in the dacha of this rich guy. But it's not the guy who I saw the
time I flunked. I don't even know if he's going to be there, but I don't
care. Everybody says that even with the things you have to do the
homes are still better than here."

"When is the trip?"

"This weekend. That's the bad part because I won't see you all
weekend."

Misha stood up, walked over to Nikki, and wrapped his arms around
the older boy in a deep, heartfelt hug. "I don't want you to go."

"This could be my last chance to get out of here. And with you
leaving, there is no reason for me to stay here. I have to go."

Misha knew he was being selfish, but he didn't care. Nikki, at twelve,
knew that bed masters weren't supposed to have the kinds of feelings
towards their bedmates that he was experiencing. Every boy in his
dormitory told him that particular truth. It was an axiom that was
passed down because it kept the boys from being hurt too much.

Any other boy would have brushed Misha away and told him to quit
whining. He would have told him that their relationship was about sex
and nothing else. Nikki knew that wasn't true. He held Misha close to
him and stroked his back. "I love you, my Misha. I will miss you for
the rest of my life. I promise to sleep with you every night until you
leave, except the two I am gone."

On Monday and Tuesday night they slept in Nikki's bed. The
unwritten Wednesday night rule was that the boys didn't switch
rooms, but Nikki came into the nine-year-old's room anyway. Some of
the other nine-year-olds told Nikki he wasn't supposed to be there,
but Nikki and Misha ignored them.

Each night they had quiet sex, but it was loving sex.  Nikki initiated
the kissing. Misha liked to kiss, but he didn't feel the passion about it
that the older boy did. His young prepubescent body didn't have the
driving sexual urges that Nikki felt, but he still enjoyed the feelings
generated by making out and by sex. Each night they performed
mutual masturbation and oral sex, and on Wednesday, anal sex. Anal
sex was a frequent occurrence in the dormitory rooms of the
orphanage, but it happened more between the older boys then with
boys as young as Misha.  Nikki and Misha had only performed it a
few times during their relationship. For them, each time was special.

Things would change on Thursday when they got a big surprise from
Emma, the housemother. Misha was playing chess against Dmitry
while Nikki was finishing some homework in the study room. Emma
came into the recreation room, which was being supervised by the 12
and 13- year-old's housemother, Lara.  She walked up to Misha and
asked him to go to the cafeteria.

"Can I finish my chess game, first?" Misha asked. He was leaving the
orphanage in less than a week and didn't see why he should have to
give up his game for Emma, who nobody liked much anyway.

"You can finish after I have talked with you and Nikolai," she said.

"But...,"

"Now, Mikhail." Emma always used the formal version of a name and
never used the word please. Misha shrugged and headed to the
cafeteria. He had always been an obedient little boy.

Emma then went into the study room, pointed her finger at Nikki and
beckoned him to follow her into the recreation room. "Join Mikhail in
the cafeteria. I wish to speak to the two of you."

Nikki could think of no reason to argue, so he went into the cafeteria
and sat next to Misha. The room was not fully lit. The two preteens
looked even smaller in the large cafeteria.

"Are we in trouble?" Misha asked meekly. He couldn't figure out what
kind of trouble he could be in, but Nikki could. He knew that Emma
was going to chew them out about his switching rooms the night
before.

"Mikhail, I wish all the boys here were as good as you and Nikolai. I
am going to miss your sweet smile. I hope only the best for you with
your new family in America."

 Misha and Nikki were having trouble believing that the Emma sitting
at the table with them was the same gruff lady who ran the B wing
with an iron fist. What they didn't realize was something most of the
boys didn't discover until they were older. The iron fist that Emma
wielded was cushioned by a soft heart—she truly cared for her
charges and often worked behind the scenes to make their lives
easier. Sometimes, like she was about to do now, she did her work in
the open.

"As for you, Nikolai, while I do not agree with many of the things
Vladimir does, I do know that most of the boys he removes from here
to the home of his rich friends seem to lead happy lives. Don't do
anything you do not want to do with anybody this weekend. Vladimir
is not a bad man, he will understand. And stay away from the vodka
and whatever else is offered. You are much too young for that."

"Yes, ma'am," Nikki said sincerely. "Is that why you had us come to
the cafeteria, to tell us these things?"

"Well, it certainly wasn't to feed you," Emma said, exhibiting a rare
moment of humor. She rose from her chair and stood behind Misha,
feeling his forehead. She then did the same to Nikki.

"What are you doing?" Misha asked. The boys exchanged looks. The
always reliable, steady Emma was getting weirder and weirder.

"You boys feel feverish. I think you need to spend the night in the
infirmary."

"We do?" they asked in unison.

"There is a room not often used that is for children that are very sick.
It has a large bed, just the right size for active boys who suffer from a
certain fever. I will take you there."

The boys soon found themselves in a room off of the six bed
infirmary. It had a twin bed and was private.

Emma gave the two of them a thin smile. "I will wake you in the
morning before breakfast, then you will go to your own rooms before
you eat. I believe the two of you will be quite ill again on Sunday
night, so please find me during recreation time." The housemother
left, quietly closing the door behind her.

It was on that night that the two boys learned some things about the
passion of sex. Nikki let his hormones control him. He shed his
clothes in an instant and then undressed Misha. The two of them
plunked themselves on the bed and kissed with a fervor that was new
to them. It was more than just locking lips or trading tongue. The
kisses had a feeling to them that neither boy could describe. They
couldn't kiss each other hard enough or stick their tongues into each
other's mouths deep enough.

Misha felt jolts of sexual excitement crash through him. At the tender
age of nine he found out that there was more to sex than getting an
occasional dry orgasm and helping his partner get off. Misha learned
that there was a drive to sex and could send him beyond the
somewhat passive sex he had been enjoying. Nikki's enthusiasm in
bed helped to fuel that ardor in Misha.

Nikki's first orgasm had him shooting his watery cum into Misha's
mouth. Misha's first orgasm was a quivering dry cum in his lover's
mouth. Their second orgasms came as Nikki fucked Misha hard and
with a fervor unknown to either of them. They didn't have to worry
about disturbing the other boys in the dormitory room. This time sex
was all about them. Even Nikki's four inch cock popping out of
Misha's ass on occasion didn't stem their enthusiasm. Nikki's cum
shot into Misha's ass as it was supposed to. Misha's dry orgasm
came after Nikki let Misha get on top of him and dry hump his belly.
The exhausted boys slept tightly wrapped around each other,
relishing the luxury of the large bed.

On Sunday, Nikki told Misha about his adventure at the dacha. "I had
sex with two teenagers who said they were sixteen. And I had sex
with Vasia. Vasia and I posed for pictures while we had sex. We both
stayed away from the vodka and all that stuff and Vlad said that it
was okay if we didn't drink."

Misha and Nikki kissed and went to find Emma. She left them in the
private room at the infirmary where they undressed and talked some
more.

"I think Vasia and I are going to have a new home," Nikki said,
finishing his story. "Vlad said our pictures came out good and we did
sex really good. Plus, we both had good grades and would be able to
get into the school they use."

"I thought you just had to be good at sex," Misha said.

"Nope. You gotta be good at lots of stuff." The chatter ended and the
two of them kissed and rubbed each other for a long time.

Even after all of his sex during the weekend, Nikki had something left
for Misha. They had only one orgasm each that night, but the night
was special for them. They knew it was the last one they would ever
enjoy together. This time they kissed and petted and dry humped and
came almost simultaneously as they rolled around the bed with
abandon, enjoying the touch of each other's bodies, enjoying the feel
of sex, wishing this wasn't the last time.

"I love you, Mikhail, my Misha," Nikki said as tears dribbled down his
cheeks.

"I love you, Nikolai, my Nikki," Misha said, parroting his older friend,
his tears flowing unchecked. They kissed and licked away each
other's tears and slept with their arms and legs wrapped around each
other's naked bodies, feeling the energy flow between them.

Emma woke them in the morning, getting a special kind of
satisfaction at seeing the two naked boys sleeping so intimately. She
told them to dress, shower, and head to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Misha's new parents would be arriving in a couple of hours. He was
packed and ready and very frightened.

++++++++++++

Misha sat in the director's office, his meager belongings packed into
the two boxes in the corner. His new parents would be arriving any
minute.  Misha wasn't going into the meeting cold. He had exchanged
many emails with the Larsons, but that didn't stop him from being
nervous. His biggest fear was that the Larsons wouldn't like him once
they met him, no matter what they had been writing to him. His next
biggest fear was that he wouldn't like them.

He also learned a great deal from Greg, who worked for the adoption
agency. He had arrived in St. Petersburg two weeks before. He met
with Misha every day during school hours, tutoring him in English,
American culture, and telling him about his adoptive parents.

He helped Misha send and read emails from the Larsons, and soon
had them communicating via Facebook. Thanks to generous donors,
some of whom had ulterior motives, the orphanage had twenty
computers. Only the boys in the C wing, who were fourteen and
older, were allowed to have their own email and Facebook accounts.
The older boys attended a public high school. The orphanage school
only went as far as the equivalent to eighth grade.

Misha was happy he wasn't sitting alone. Greg was with him, as were
Dmitri and Nikki, his two best friends.

"Do they have football in America?" Dmitri asked.

"Yes, but they call it something else," Misha answered. He turned to
Greg. "I can't remember the name."

"It's called soccer," Greg said.

Nine-year-old Dmitri started laughing. "That's a crazy word." Since
soccer would have translated into football, Greg pronounced the
English word, soccer.

"Everybody says football players in America aren't very good. Misha
is good. He'll be the best there is when he gets there," Nikki said.

"What about chess?" Dmitri asked.

"Misha told me they play chess everywhere."

"I'm sure your new parents will get you involved in chess and soccer,"
Greg said.

Misha quietly thought about his new parents. Greg said they would try
to hug him and if they did he should let them. He told Misha that he'd
instructed his parents to wait to see how he felt before giving him any
hugs, but they might get excited at seeing him and hug him anyway.

"Why should they be excited at meeting me?" Misha asked.

"Because they love you."

"How can they love me when they haven't even seen me yet?" Misha
didn't believe he could be loved my any adult. Nikki was the only
person who loved him, although Dmitri, Stepan, and Vasia might love
him, too. They were really good friends, which might mean they loved
him. He wondered if he loved them. Everybody talked about love, but
he didn't really know what it meant. He just knew that he liked Nikki
more than any person he knew.

The wait ended suddenly when the door to the office opened. A well-
dressed middle age couple entered the room, followed by the director
of the orphanage. The man and woman both had broad smiles. They
stopped and looked at Misha. Ryan and Lois Larson could tell
immediately that Mikhail, as they knew him, was much more
handsome than his pictures indicated. In fact, to them, even as the
boy worked to maintain an impassive face, the broad shouldered,
athletic looking, nine-year-old was beautiful.

"Hello, Mikhail," Lois said in a tone of voice that immediately brought
a sense of comfort to Misha. "I am Lois Larson, your new mother."
Lois felt the surge of tears. She had an incredible urge to take the
obviously frightened little boy into her arms and give him a huge,
loving squeeze. While she remembered her lessons from the
counselor from the agency in Seattle, telling her to maintain her
distance, she couldn't believe the vulnerable nine-year-old boy in
front of her didn't want a warm and loving hug. She put her arms
around him and squeezed him against her. Misha tightened up and
refused to return her hug. She'd been told to expect that behavior, but
it still stung.

Mikhail had been abandoned by his parents. The adults at the
orphanage, even the most caring ones, kept their distance
emotionally. While Mikhail had an innate urge to be close to an adult,
he also had a deep seated distrust of adults.

Ryan Larson held out his hand, a gesture Misha understood and
could accept. He shook his new father's hand with a surprisingly
strong grip. "I'm Ryan Larson. It is a pleasure to meet you at last,
son." Misha felt a momentary flash of warmth on hearing the word
"son". He managed to successfully suppress a smile and maintain his
stoic look.

Misha said nothing, hiding every emotion he felt except the fear that
was deep inside of him. "Who are your friends, Mikhail?" Lois asked.

Misha was surprised to be asked a question, and even more
surprised that it was a question about his friends. He spoke to them in
his broken, accented English. "This is Dmitri. This is Nikolai. He is
called Nikki. He is my best friend ever."

Lois was surprised that Misha's best friend was a boy who looked to
be two or three years older than he was, but said nothing. She was
just happy to hear her new son's lilting boy soprano speaking to her
in English.

The Larsons had met Greg before he went to Russia to prep Misha
for this day. They discussed what would be happening next. The
paperwork was all completed, so it was now just a matter of taking
Misha to the waiting car that would transport them to the airport.

Greg picked up one of the boxes of belongings and Nikki, not wanting
to be left out, picked up the other box as the group left the room. But
the group didn't head for the exit. Instead, Greg led them to the
recreation room, which was empty since school was in session.
Misha was surprised to see two suitcases sitting open on one of the
tables. Before he could react, his new parents were moving his
belongings from the boxes to the new suitcases. Misha was going to
travel in style.

As he watched the packing take place, he felt somewhat
embarrassed by how little he actually owned. Since he wasn't taking
his uniform, he really didn't have much that belonged to him. He had
some underwear, socks, shoes, shirts and shorts, soccer gear, and
his chessboard.

After the suitcases were packed, Nikki and Greg carted them out of
the exit and down the front steps to the parking area where a car was
waiting for them. Misha smiled when he saw Vasia and Josef waiting
just inside the door. They waved to Misha and told him they each got
excused from class to say good-bye. Ryan and Lois saw Misha's
smile for the first time and thought it was the most beautiful smile they
had ever seen. The good-bye was sweet, with Vasia and Josef each
trading kisses on the cheek with Misha.

Misha and Dmitri did the same thing after the suitcases were loaded
in the trunk of the car. The real good-bye was the one between Misha
and Nikki. The bed master and his bedmate were traditionally paired
for the sexual convenience of the older boy, the bed master.

Some bed masters, like Kirill, were as close to bullies as they could
get away with. The sex with their bedmate was all about them as the
bed master, and they expected things to be done their way. Most bed
masters were like Vasia and Josef. While their first concern was
themselves, they also cared for the feelings of the younger boy and
usually gave pleasure to their bedmate.

When an emotional attachment of some kind did develop between
bed masters and bedmates, it usually involved the younger boy more.
The bedmate looked up to his older partner and tried hard to please
him. As is so often the case in the orphanage, the younger boy feared
being abandoned by the boy who "adopted" him.

But on rare occasions, the older boy and the younger boy become
emotionally attached. That is what happened with Misha and Nikki.
The nine-year-old and the twelve-year-old had fallen in love with each
other. They didn't know they had fallen in love because they were too
young to understand that is what had happened to them. Plus, the
environment they lived in wasn't one where love was felt or
discussed. And yet, even with all of that against them, Misha and
Nikki had expressed their love to each other.

Misha walked up to Nikki, wrapped his arms around his bed master
and placed his head against the tween's chest. "I love you, Nikki."
Misha didn't really know whether or not he loved Nikki, but the word
love reflected what he felt.

"I love you, my Misha."

"I want to kiss you."

"What about them?" Nikki asked, nodding his head in the direction of
Misha's new parents.

"I don't care. I don't know them. I know you—you are my best friend
who I love."

Nikki bent down and Misha kissed his bed master. That was Nikki's
role as the older boy even if both boys knew that they were each
other's bedmates—equals, in spite of the age difference.

Ryan and Lois expected another ritual kissing of the cheeks. Instead,
what they saw was two boys kissing each other on the lips, oblivious
to the four adults watching them. The kiss became more than a
meeting of lips—it became a kiss of passion and love, a kiss neither
boy wanted to break as desire built up inside of them. They hadn't
really known each other long. They knew they most likely would
never see each other again. But their short time as bedmates was a
time neither of them would ever forget. At twelve and nine they had
been each other's first love, and nothing was more special than that.

Misha's new parents knew there had been more between the two
boys than mere friendship. They didn't know it at the time, but the
kiss foreshadowed an important part of Misha's future.

Misha sat in the back seat of the car with his father and Greg. His
mother and the driver occupied the front seat. Misha waved to Nikki
until his friend dropped out of sight. After Nikki disappeared from
view, Misha lay against the seat back and sobbed.

The emotions flooding trough him were mixed. He wasn't going to
miss the orphanage and its crowded dorm rooms, its endless rules
and traditions, and often being at the mercy of the older boys. He
knew he had it better than most. He'd had Nikki, Vasia, and most
importantly, Josef, standing up for him, not to mention using his own
assertiveness to stand up to the bullies. What he was going to miss
were his friends who had kept him comfortable in bed almost every
night. But most of all Misha would miss his Nikolai who let him know
he could be loved.

Now he was embarking into the unknown. His new parents seemed
to be as nice as their emails indicated. But adults had either
abandoned him or kept their distance from him. There was nothing
permanent about people, whether his friends at the orphanage or the
adults who ruled over him. He wondered how long it would be before
he was abandoned again.

++++++++++++

Greg had told Misha to talk to his new parents and practice his
English on the flight home. Misha didn't know what to say to them, so
he said nothing. Instead he slept, or pretended to sleep. Being on the
plane was so new and exciting he had a problem sleeping for long.

They were flying first class. Misha always had the same window seat
as he traded seat partners between Greg, his father, and his mother.
He told Greg in Russian how amazing flying was.

"Tell your parents," Greg replied.

"I don't know them."

"Telling them things is how you will get to know them."

"They're going to make me go back," Misha said. "They will think I am
dumb because I don't speak good English."

"No, they love you and will never send you back."

Misha didn't trust them. Something would happen to make them send
him back. Maybe it had already happened, he thought. Maybe me
kissing Nikki will make them not like me. Boys don't kiss boys is what
everybody says, and I am sure they know that. Those thoughts drifted
through his mind as he fell into a fitful sleep.

They changed planes in New York. Misha was amazed at the size of
the city and the buildings as they landed at Kennedy Airport. From
New York they flew to Seattle.

Lois was sitting next to Misha when they approached the Emerald
City. "There's you new home down there, Mikhail," she said. "You're
fortunate that we are having a clear day. Look over there." Her hand
was in front of him as she pointed out the window. "That is Mount
Rainier. You will learn to love looking at it."

Misha tried to ignore her, but he couldn't. Her enthusiasm for showing
him what was out the window was contagious. "We are so fortunate
to have you in our lives, Misha. I hope you will soon understand that.
Your father and I love you and are so happy you are landing in your
new home with us. We will be here forever...we promise." She
wanted to hug him again, but didn't repeat her mistake in the
orphanage. The adoption counselor said the right time for hugs would
come. They couldn't come soon enough as far as Lois was
concerned.

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