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Samesex/majlea01
Playing in the Major Leagues - 1
WARNING:
This story will contain descriptions of a variety of sexual
acts between men and MINOR boys. Violence and inter-racial relation-
ships occur thoughout. The story is NOT intended to be racist but
is a 'realistic' portrayal of the life of a young Puerto Rican boy
as he grows up and discovers that his 'preferred partners' are of
his own sex.
COPYRIGHT:
Copyright is held by the author at an27868@anon.penet.fi.
September, 1993. Fair use consists of copying and distributing
via electronic means in the public domain only. In printed media,
copyright protection remains for more than individual copies.
FACT OR FICTION:
The story is entirely fiction. It did not happen although
there is some probability that a story like this has happened in the
past. Any resemblance to individuals, alive or dead, is unfortunate!
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E-mail comments and criticisms to an27868@anon.penet.fi,
or post to alt.sex.stories.d. I will generally respond to all
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or point me towards ftp sites for similar stories.
SPECIAL THANKS:
An anonymous reviewer has my special thanks. This individual
had edited the work, suggested a wide of variety of changes and
otherwise assisted in its production. Thank You! You know who you
are.
PLAYING IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES.
Prologue
This morning I awoke slowly, becoming gradually aware of the
boy lying beside me, his arm draped casually over my chest, his leg
over my legs, his face pressed against my shoulder, his cheek hot
against my skin. His breath was moist against my skin as his chest
moved rhythmically though barely visible unless I looked closely.
He stirred, his body pressing closer, a slight tremble passing
through him like a little quiver and then he settled down again,
back to sleep, his body unmoving.
For a long while I looked at the boy lovingly, his dark hair
glistening in the early morning light as it filtered though the
trees outside the window, steadily getting lighter as morning came.
The boy's hair is the color of dark mahogany, not black, but a rich
dark brown. His hair is long and slightly curly and it lay tousled
on the white pillow and over my shoulder. It is soft like silk but
it has a surprising amount of body in it. His eyes were closed, his
eyelids almost translucent, his eyebrows long and thin, almost
feminine. The boy's lips are pale and full and they are open
slightly, revealing perfectly shaped white teeth. His skin is much
darker than mine, a golden-bronze from head to toe, not even a shade
lighter at his thighs and hips because for the last two months he
has spent almost every afternoon in the nude. He tans beautifully
but he has the advantage of his heritage. His rich dark tan comes
from our two months together on Phaenon. I should explain that
Phaenon is our 34 foot yacht. Built in Canada in 1990 and engineered
to one of the highest standards in the world, the boat is something
Rafael and I treasure for the wonderful times that we have shared
aboard it. This summer we spent two and a half glorious months
cruising down the Inter-coastal Waterway to Florida, and then
across to the Bahamas and the other islands of the Caribbean. We
returned only two days ago.
I decided, as I looked at him, that he is incredibly beautiful
and I gently brush the smooth satin skin with my hand. I have
watched people's heads turn and look at him when we are out
together. I have seen men and women stare at the beautiful boy and
I sense that they are attracted, enamored of the boy with the lithe
graceful body. I know they wonder whether I am his father or merely
a friend. The boy feels deliciously warm and his body seems to glow
with energy and life. His skin is perfectly smooth with the silky
oiliness of a child, a dry warmth emanating from a lustrous brown
body.
I know that sooner or later I must write this all down. He is
growing up, my first memories of the boy are less certain now, the
details grow hazy every passing day. This morning, as I lay back
in the pillows I decided to begin. The story that follows is based
upon what I have discovered myself, from what Rafael has told me,
and from what can be reasonably supposed about his life before I
came to know him. The story is a long one, it's a story that is sad
but one which needs to be told. Too many people don't understand,
or don't want to understand. This morning I picked up a writing pad
and began to write. This is the story of another way to live, of a
boy who discovered that he could play in the major leagues. Most
of the names of people, the clinic, and the institution where
Rafael lived have been changed, though the protection I have given
them is undeserved in all but one case.
This wonderful young boy, now eleven years and four months
old, came into my life at a time when I needed him, or someone like
him. After my divorce and fourteen years of marriage I experienced
an intense loneliness. Rafael has lived with me for the last
thirteen months. They have been the happiest months of my life. For
all but four nights of that time Rafael has slept in my bed. Those
first four nights are something both of us will never forget. Every
night the boy screamed, his nightmare returning until he finally
awoke in terror. Each night his small body was drenched in sweat,
covered with a wet film, his sheets damp. He cried for hours,
sobbing onto my shoulder as I held him tightly. From the story he
told me that first night, and the three nights that followed I
pieced together most of what I know. On the fifth night I brought
Rafael to my bedroom. For the first time Rafael slept through the
night. He still wakes up in the middle of the night, sweating and
shaking, sometimes crying, though such nightmares have become
increasingly less frequent. The last one was more than two months
ago. I think, I hope, that it was the last. In some ways Rafael is
a very lucky boy, in others, not so lucky. The boy and I share a
secret, a very special secret that we dare not share. The reader
will understand that Rafael does more, much more than merely sleep
in my bed.
We live in my condominium on an island on the East Coast. There
is a spectacular view of the marshes and the InterCoastal Waterway.
Our boat is moored outside, less than twenty five feet from the
terrace. There are two bedrooms. The bedroom that Rafael and I
share is on the second floor, it opens via a cathedral ceiling to
the living room below. There is a sunny but very private deck next
to the bedroom and I had a jacuzzi installed there shortly after
Rafael came to live with me. We often use it before we go to bed.
The other bedroom is made up and to any visitor it is the room of
a normal eleven-year-old boy. Rafael often plays in there when I
am working in the study. As far as Rafael's friends know, I am his
uncle.
The boy has stirred again, he is close to waking up, but not
yet. This time his fingers closed, pulling me towards him, his
small brown thighs pressing into my hip. His dream has intensified
and he whimpered slightly, his naked body tensing slightly and then
relaxing as his breathing quickened. I felt the moist heat of his
groin, the small rigid cock squeezing alive and strong between us.
I kissed him gently on the forehead, smoothing his hair back as I
kissed his cheek, hoping that the boy was dreaming of me, wanting
desperately to wake him, to hold him tightly and whisper my love
to him. Then the boy pulled away slightly, moaning quietly, his
breathing quickened and then strained as his small buttocks
clenched, tensing, then suddenly writhing in unconscious ecstasy.
His body arched, his slender legs kicking back the sheet, then his
buttocks pressed back again. I grinned, looking along the boy's
slender, still immature body, the sheet now bunched at his knees
and revealing most of his naked body and I see his aroused cock
poking rudely out from his little mounded pubis. The tiny blue-
purple veins were swollen in the boy's wedge-shaped cock. His
penis, even when it is fully erect, is short, still a bit less than
three inches long. The rounded delicate tip is hidden by the boy's
foreskin. It is tight and it is drawn to a wrinkled little orifice.
When retracted, I know that the head of his penis is like a tiny
bell, its sensitivity enhanced by the protection of his foreskin.
His balls are still very small for an eleven-year-old boy, his
scrotum tightened up in a firm little knot beneath his cock. I
sighed, feeling the sadness return, my desire momentarily
overwhelmed. The boy was too perfect, too wonderful, too alive, to
lose that part of his magnificent body, to never experience the
feelings that come with maturity. The tiny testicles inside his
little pouch are spongy, unnaturally soft for a young boy. Although
the extent of the damage that was done is still unclear, in a few
years we will know more. Perhaps he was not injured as badly as the
doctor suspected. I sighed again, lying back in the pillows,
confused, sad and angry, wanting the boy more than I could stand,
but somehow resisting the urge to wake him.
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"Hi!", he whispers sleepily as he presses forward against me
again. I grin as I look back at him and put my note-pad down beside
the bed.
"Hi beautiful," I smile, "You were having a real dirty dream
again." I tease.
Rafael smirks and glances downward, along his slender body,
seeing his little penis sticking out straight and parallel to his
lower belly, "Huh huh! I guess he is pretty stiff, huh?", he
acknowledges. and then adds with a sleepy smile, "So why didn't you
wake me up?"
I shrug. "I like watching you. So what happened? It looked
like you were really enjoying it", I tease again.
The boy giggles, somewhere between innocence and obscenity,
then changing to the later he whispers, "Let's fuck, okay? I'll
tell you later."
I smile at the boy's vulgar desire expressed so shamelessly,
so openly. He is only eleven and he is physically immature but he
is also easily and often aroused. His crude and uninhibited lust
seems playfully innocent. It is still a game to him. He sits up
grinning cheekily, ready and eager to play. "Come on," he teases,
as he reaches his small warm hand down and grasps my penis tightly,
"Lemme get him real hard first, okay?"
But although he is playful, Rafael is anything but innocent.
Others before me have seen to that. I know very little about the
boy before he was ten years old. What Rafael remembers he prefers
to try to forget. From what he has told me I know that his first
sexual experience occurred before he was eight years old. There
have been many more in the three years that followed.
From his file at Centerville Planation, the home for boys
where he has spent five years of his life, I learned the following.
Rafael was the child of a Puerto Rican woman and a father that he
never knew. His father may have been American, there is no record
of the father on his birth certificate and Rafael does not remember
him. From his coloring and physical appearance I think the man was
white, because Rafael's complexion, while dark, is not as dark as
most Puerto Ricans.
At the age of four the boy was abandoned at a state-run day
care center. His mother left him there while she was looking for a
job, at least that was her story at the time. She did not return
in the afternoon and in the years that followed, never came back
to get him. Rafael has never heard what happened to her. I suspect
that she died from a drug overdose but I really don't know. Rafael's
birth record indicates her age to be sixteen, she would have been
twenty when she disappeared. There was no attempt to locate her,
beyond checking police reports, and she has never tried to
communicate with her son. Young Rafael was immediately placed with
foster parents for about a year. For some reason unknown to me he
was returned to the care of the State of Florida. For a period of
more than three years Rafael lived in Centerville, a boy's home in
the Miami area.
The only photograph I have of Rafael during those years shows
him with three other boys. He is skinny with a shy smile, somewhere
between six and seven years old. His dark hair is closely cropped,
'Marine Style', but there is the unmistakable beauty, the
delicately sculptured features, the small ears and nose, the big
eyes that reflect an innate intelligence. Even as a little boy
Rafael was beautiful. His skinny little body is perfectly
proportioned, his dark-hued skin unblemished, his fine soft
features have not changed in five years beyond becoming even more
beautiful. But what is startling about the photograph is the boy's
intensity as he looks towards the camera and radiates an intensity
that is unexpected in a young child. He is dressed in shorts and a
white tee shirt. He is innocent, a perfect child in every way.
A few months before his eighth birthday he was again placed
in a foster home. At that time Rafael was a very lonely boy, starved
for affection and desperate for love. There was little love
available for the boy in Centerville and when love and affection
were proffered to him it came in the form of the 'foster' father
taking Rafael by the hand and leading the boy into his bedroom.
Whether Rafael went willingly I don't know but I suspect that he
did. The 'foster' father convinced the boy to remove his jeans and
underpants and then proceeded to masturbate him. The next time
occurred within only a few days. Again the man brought the boy to
his bedroom, this time sucking on the little boy's penis as well
as masturbating him. It was the only love and affection that Rafael
had known in almost eight years. He responded positively, enjoying
the gentle touches that made his young body feel good. The next
time occurred quickly, again within a few days. By now the man had
grown increasingly confident. He undressed the boy and then
proceeded to remove his own clothes.
What happened then is unclear but I suspect that the boy was
initiated into physical contact as a willing participant, though
one whose emotional needs at the time were overwhelming. All I know
is that Rafael told me that she (the 'foster' mother) surprised the
two of them naked on the bed. She was terribly angry, slapped and
screamed very loudly at the boy, calling him a 'whore' and a 'filthy
little bastard'. Rafael still remembers crying most of the night,
his little face still burning from her attack.
The next day Rafael was returned to Centerville Plantation.
His file was marked N.A. and dated February 12, 1990,in the upper
right hand corner of the front cover. I have since discovered that
this marking is intended to identify children that are not
available for adoption, although the more I think about it the more
I am convinced that there is an alternative meaning, one that is
far more devastating than one could imagine.
Rafael has talked about the events that occurred during the
years that followed while he lived at Centerville. At first they
were painful memories that evoked tears and some anger from the boy
and myself but we have gradually come to realize that it is the
events of that period of time that brought the two of us together.
For that I am thankful.
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Rafael sits up again, he grins cheekily, his small hand half-
enclosing my erect cock. He smirks, still very playful, his sexual
desire increasing every second. "I love him", he teases gently, "I
love him bunches and bunches. I want you to put him up me."
I smile, still lying back on the bed as the naked brown-
skinned boy straddles me. "He's still not that hard", I laugh,
lovingly tousling his dark soft hair.
The boy giggles and shrugs, squeezing his hand at the base of
my cock and making it painfully hard as he compresses the shaft.
"Yes he is, he's plenty hard enough," he says. I give the boy a
resigned look and breathe out with a long sigh, feigning boredom.
The boy smirks, "Yeah! Yeah! I know! Okay, first we play around,
then you fuck me."
Rafael squats over me, his little bronzed buttocks facing
toward me, above my chest. He faces toward my legs. For a few
delightful moments he caresses my cock, lightly with just the silky
touch of his finger tips, then more vigorously, his small strong
fingers expertly massaging, teasing it erect. I have already been
hard for what seems most of the morning, my cock aching as I watched
Rafael sleep, then dream. Now, his little fingers rub away the dry
streaks of his mucus, a thin crusty film that was evidence of what
we'd done the night before. Then he leans forward and opens his
mouth, keeping his pale lips apart as he lowers himself forward,
embracing the head of my cock with his pink soft tongue. I feel the
soft wet point probing into the narrow slit of my cock, trying to
force its way inside, then floating around and around the head,
sinking down slightly so that my cock goes between his lips, then
pulling away and feeling my cock with his tongue again. The boy's
tongue is like velvet, soft, yet firm, wet and hot, and like Rafael,
very alive. I sense him inhaling the sweet musky odor of his own
body as his fingers begin to fondle my balls, still playful in their
firm squeezes and gentle tugs.
I reach forward, my hands parting the boy's small firm cheeks
wide open to reveal his crack, the crevice marked by an almost
invisible line that runs from the back of his tiny ball-sac, along
the center-line of his body, finally disappearing as it reaches his
spine. His opening is still loose as it always is in the mornings,
still slightly dilated. There is no longer a dark ring around it.
The dark purple of bruises disappeared many months ago, what
remains is the pinkish brown flesh of his anus, opening into him
without the lips that normally would be present at the anal-verge
an eleven-year-old boy. Just inside his anus the flesh glistens,
still moist from the KY, from the juices that we mingled deep inside
him the night before, his own rectal mucus and my semen mixed
together. There is a primal smell, a sweet raw odor that comes from
the forbidden love of a man and boy. In the year we've spent
together I have come to savor that wonderful taste of our union.
the succulent juices that remained after my cock had finally pulled
free of the exhausted boy. Now my tongue presses forward, caressing
the length of his deep crevice, seeking the hot private enclosure
inside him as I taste him. The looseness of his opening draws my
tongue in, absorbing me into his hot wet softness, his buttocks
pressing back instinctively, eagerly demanding more as my tongue
penetrated deeper, pushing easily past the ring of his anus. At the
same time the young boy's mouth slides downwards slowly taking more
of my cock, his lips making a similar band around my cock.
His odor overwhelms me, the intimacy making us both tremble
with delight as our bodies start to move in unison, my cock now
embedded several inches into his mouth, my tongue inside his rectum
as far as I can go. Finally I can stand it no longer and my hand
slips down between us, reaching up between his legs, I grasp his
little balls tightly. His scrotum is loose and delicate and feels
like the softest, smoothest thing imaginable. Rafael winces as I
increase the pressure gradually, using my hand that enclose his
balls to guide the movements of the rest of his body, tugging back
gently so that he squirms his hips as he pushes back into my face,
then pulling forward so that he takes more of my cock into his
mouth.
After just a few minutes he begins to tremble, shuddering
involuntarily every couple of seconds, then, when he can no longer
stand the painful pleasure he tries to pull away, even as droplets
of pale yellow urine dribble from the puckered end of his cock onto
my chest. By now the boy's balls have tightened in a small wrinkled
lump and his cock has softened, relaxing, shrivelling as the boy's
maleness submits to the urgent hunger that is growing ever stronger
inside his trembling young body. When he stops moving my own orgasm
is just seconds away. For a second or two I think about maintaining
the rhythm but Rafael had other ideas.
"Do it with your cock now," Rafael pleads anxiously, his high
pitched voice demanding and urgent.
I grin as I playfully roll the naked, very excited eleven-
year-old boy off me and onto his side. I reach for the KY on the
night-stand, the top still off from the night before. Rafael looks
back over his shoulder, watching, his eyes shining with
anticipation, with intense desire, as I lubricate the length of my
cock, but especially the flared head where it will be needed the
most. Then I position myself behind the boy as he draws his slender
tanned legs upward to his chest. My cock glistens with the clear
jelly, incredibly hard as it throbs, now very hungry for the
beautiful naked boy before me. What we share is somewhere between
love and lust.
Chapter 1. Discovery: Rafael and Grant
For a year after his return to Centerville, Rafael lived in
Davis House. Davis House is a converted plantation mansion and
accommodates boys under nine years of age. A few days after his ninth
birthday he moved to Baker House and was placed in a twin room with
a boy who was quickly to become his best friend. Baker House was a
newer building and it accommodated up to thirty boys between the
ages of nine and thirteen. It was named after the 'patron' of the
boys' home. Alan E. Baker was a local businessman, lawyer, and
judge, who at the age of 56 was (and still is) President of the
Board of Directors of Centerville Plantation.
Grant, another nine-year-old boy had been recently orphaned
when both of his parents and his little sister had died in a car
wreck. He had been placed in Baker House immediately upon his
arrival. Grant was a good-looking boy, and like Rafael of above-
average intelligence. But Grant paled by comparison beside the
young Puerto Rican boy. By his ninth birthday Rafael had began to
blossom into the beautiful and quick-witted boy that he is today.
The closely cropped 'marine-style' haircut that he had only a year
earlier was replaced by a full and thick head of curling dark-brown
hair . He slowly lost the little-boy skinniness as his body grew
lean and lithe.
Both boys were terribly lonely; Grant was devastated by the
loss of his family; Rafael, by the fact that he had never been
loved. The friendship between the two boys began on the first day
that Rafael was in Baker House. It was suddenly and painfully
terminated when Grant was adopted by friends of his parents. That
period of twelve months was critical to Rafael because he finally
came to experience love and to discover that his preferred partners
were of his own sex. Grant, who was several months older and quite
a bit larger, took it upon himself to mentor the younger boy.
Although his dominant role was usually something of a joke between
the two boys, even then it reflected Rafael's preference to be the
passive partner. It wasn't that Rafael was weaker or less
intelligent, rather that he was easily led into things that he
wanted to do. Thus, it was Grant that initiated the boys' first
sexual experiences. That first discovery of their burgeoning
sexuality occurred just a few nights after Rafael had arrived at
Baker House.
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It had taken more time than usual for Rafael to complete his
homework. His thoughts drifted aimlessly, constantly doodling in
the back of his note-book, drawing pictures of the dog that he had
always wanted. He drew pictures of a Golden Retriever. He harbored
a dream that one day he would be adopted and his 'parents' would
buy him a little puppy. He would play and play with the dog until
it was late in the evening and he had to go to bed. Rafael drew in
pencil, making fine lines for the long golden hair of the dog and
easily capturing the sad dark eyes. The eyes were always strangely
mysterious, almost sensuous like his own dark liquid eyes. He
looked up suddenly as Grant flopped down on his bed.
"Aren't you done yet?" Grant asked.
Rafael shrugged, still sketching, his hand moving quickly as
he shaded the dog's ear. "Kinda,... I can't do the sums
properly,... I'm tired anyway," he added.
Grant grinned, "He's good. I wish I could draw like you, Raf,"
and then added, "that's really beautiful you know."
Rafael pushed the notebook away and looked at the other boy,
"You done your teeth yet?" he asked. Grant shook his head. "Last
one in the bathroom 's got bad breath," the smaller boy yelled and
darted to the door, his head down as he barreled past his friend.
He ran quickly and dodged past two older black boys in the corridor.
He heard them yell something 'foul' behind him, then even louder
as Grant came past in pursuit.
Rafael pivoted around the bathroom doorway and ducked back out
of sight. A second later Grant charged in and braked to a stop. For
a second he looked for his best friend, then he screeched as Rafael
grabbed him around the waist. They wrestled playfully, locking arms
around each other's bodies as each tried to lift the other boy up.
That was something that Rafael could not do, but which Grant found
relatively easy.
They giggled hysterically, then quieted quickly as the house
master, Mr. Edwards, yelled out, "Lights out in five minutes, in
bed now!"
Hurriedly the two boys brushed their teeth then scampered back
to their bedroom. They undressed quickly though only down to their
underpants. They tossed their clothes onto the floor like any boy
does and pulled their pajamas on just moments before the lights
went out in the dormitory. They had been friends for four days and
neither boy had seen the other naked largely because they had yet
to shower at the same time and the opportunity had never presented
itself in the privacy of their bedroom. The bedroom was dark. The
only light entered through the window since the door was closed.
As Rafael slid under the cool sheets and lay back on his pillow he
heard Grant yawn sleepily. "Goodnight Raf," the other boy said.
"'night Grant," Rafael replied as he settled down.He wasn't
sleepy that night and his eyes were only half closed. He lay awake,
his mind still on his imaginary dog and on the parents that would
adopt him and take him away to a real home. He sighed quietly. He'd
been at Centerville for five years and he had yet to be adopted.
He was already at the age where it was nearly impossible. Most of
the boys, almost always the white boys, were adopted within the
first year or two. Inside, Rafael knew that it was just a matter
of time before his best friend was adopted. It made him sad, ashamed
of his brown skin, his soft dark hair and nearly black eyes. He
wanted to be blond and blue-eyed like Grant.
As he lay awake he heard noises in the dorm. Every night there
were noises after lights out. He knew what happened as boys changed
beds, sharing the night, their fears, and testing their emerging
desires until late at night. Once lights were out, Mr. Edwards
never came around again until it was time to get up. He could hear
the creaking of a bed in the next room, a steady tapping of the
frame against the bed. Sex was still a mystery to the nine-year-
old boy, something that frightened him because it happened in the
dark and he didn't understand what it was all about. Instinctively
Rafael placed his thumb in his mouth and began to suck gently.
"Hey! You still awake over there?" Grant whispered.
Guiltily Rafael took his thumb away. "Uh huh... I can't go to
sleep," Rafael said.
"Me neither. Those guys next door are making a racket."
"Yeah! I know," Rafael answered. There was a long silence,
broken only by the squeaking noise coming through the partition
wall between the two bedrooms. "You think it's Sam and Leroy?"
"I guess, I think it's next door." Grant said quietly, sitting
up slightly and supporting his head on his arm. "Raf,... did you
ever do that stuff? In Davis?"
"Uh? Oh,... I didn't but lots of kids did. Even the little
kids sometimes. I think it happens more here though." Rafael turned
onto his back trying to shut out the sound coming from the next
room. It seemed to be getting louder, and faster. "What do you think
they're doing?" he asked.
Grant giggled, "Havin' sex of course. That's what they all do
after the lights are out."
Rafael smiled, curiously fascinated by the idea of 'sex',
though he had no understanding other than a faint memory from when
he was younger, a lot younger. A memory of a man whose face he could
not remember. The man had touched his body and made his 'pee-pee'
feel extra nice. In fact, the man had touched him all over after
he had taken off the boy's clothes. Rafael couldn't remember who
the man was. All he could remember was the man's hair, thick dark
hair that spread over the man's chest and belly. He swallowed,
putting his arms back behind his head, stretching his narrow chest.
The buttons on his pajama top were undone and the cloth fell away
to either side of his chest. With his eyes now accustomed to the
dim light he could see the ripples in his skin made by the
indentations of his ribs. The white sheet covered his belly from
his navel down. Against the white of the sheet, the young boy was
nearly black.
He glanced across the room and was just able to make out his
friend's curled-up body. Grant's buttocks faced toward Rafael's
bed. The sheet seemed to be shivering with little jerking motions
that made the cotton quiver.
"Grant?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah?"
"Nothin'," Rafael sighed.
The quivering stopped and Grant twisted onto his other side
so that he faced toward Rafael. "Raf,... You promise you won't get
mad if I ask you something?"
"Uh,... I guess not. What's up doc?" Rafael whispered.
"You know what they're doin' in there,... next door?"
"Kinda," Rafael answered.
"You,... wanna,... do,... that?" Grant asked slowly.
The younger boy breathed out. The same question had been
forming in his own mind but he hadn't been able to bring it out.
He nodded, then realizing that his best friend probably couldn't
see him in the dark, "Yeah, if you want to."
The two boys lay still. Each afraid to take the next step. One
of them would have to cross the floor, one of them would have to
find the excuse or make the offer.
"You wanna get in my bed? There's more light here near the
window," Grant whispered.
Rafael thought for a few seconds, then grinning happily he
pushed the sheets down and padded across the floor in his bare feet.
He looked down at Grant and saw his friend smiling. Grant lifted
away the sheet that covered him and he moved back to make room for
Rafael. They slept in narrow twin-size beds on foam mattresses, but
the beds were big enough to accommodate two nine-year-old boys with
room to spare. The two boys lay side by side uncertain as to what
happened next. The creaking bed in the adjoining room was making
even more noise, there was an urgency to the sound as it started
to bang louder and louder against the wall. Then the regular
pattern was disturbed, becoming erratic. Then the noise stopped.
Silence at last. Rafael breathed out. It felt nice lying in Grant's
warmth, feeling the boy's hot dry body brushing lightly against his
own. Rafael thought that the warmth seemed to emanate out of Grant
and was sucked up by his body. He sighed again wanting to push back
towards Grant, until their bodies touched. He trembled slightly,
then licked his lips as he breathed heavily.
Grant smirked, "They're finished," he said. Rafael nodded.
"You wanna do that?" Grant added.
"Uh,...I,... I guess. What were they doing?" Rafael asked, "It
sure was noisy, though."
Grant shrugged uncertainly, then slowly extended his hand and
touched Rafael's soft cheek. Rafael trembled again, resisting his
body's urge to do the same thing back to Grant. He was frightened
but he was also excited in a way he'd only been one time before and
that was a deeply repressed memory of a time that he wanted to
forget.
"Raf,... you wanna take off your 'jamas? I will,... if you
will," Grant whispered, his fingers still stroking the other boy's
cheek. Rafael nodded silently, not understanding why he felt so
guilty. Then he felt afraid as a sudden memory came back to him. A
memory of a woman shrieking at him, slapping his face so hard that
he was thrown onto the bed. The words came rushing back into his
mind. What he had done was dirty, it was evil, it was the devil's
work. Rafael was dirty, he was evil, he was the devil's spawn.
Rafael was a whore, he was a filthy little bastard. Rafael
remembered that he had wanted to die. He began to cry silently,
shamefully as he felt the disgust building up inside him. Little
wet tears began trickling down his cheeks.
"Why are you crying?" Grant asked gently as his fingers felt
the wetness on the other boy's cheeks. "You don't have to if you
don't want." His hand slipped around behind Rafael's small dark
head, stroking the silky curls at the nape of his neck. "Don't
cry,... you don't have to,..." the older boy whispered.
Rafael sniffled loudly, "I do. I want to okay." He reached
downward and his fingers clumsily untied the cord of his pajamas.
He stopped to let Grant catch up. Grant grinned at him in the
darkness.
"You ready," Grant giggled, "I am,... on the count of three,
okay? One... Two,... Three,..." Both boys responded at once,
pulling their pajamas pants down and kicking them off in the bottom
of the bed before straightening up. Their excitement had charged
them like positive and negative. Their bare legs had touched in the
process of undressing and in that brief moment each boy had felt
the delicious warmth of the other's bare flesh. 'Electricity'
sprang between them and made their hearts pound.
They still had their underpants on but the shock of just being
in the same bed with another boy without their pajama pants on was
more than enough. Rafael breathed heavily. His body quivered and
suddenly, strangely, he felt very hot. Grant's fingers brushed
against Rafael's warm thigh and he returned the caress instantly.
The other boy's fingers lingered, stroking up and down his thigh,
coming ever nearer to the special place between his slender legs.
The fingers moved to the bottom of his belly getting nearer and
nearer to his 'pee-pee'. That seemed to the be the source of it
all, of all the heat that flooded Rafael's body. It was the source
of the mystery that the young boy sensed all around him. It was
also the thing that interested him most about Grant or any of the
other boys in the home. That special place grew even hotter every
time Grant's fingers came closer. It seemed to ache but it was an
ache that didn't hurt. The ache came back time and time again after
what he'd done with the man in the bedroom.
Rafael caressed the other boy's body, unable to resist the
challenge of bringing his gently circling fingers every closer to
the other boy's warmth and the little rounded lump in his
underpants. He gasped suddenly as Grant's fingers brushed lightly
against his own tiny bulge. With all his might, Rafael willed the
hand to stay there and not pull away. It was only a momentary touch
and the feelings and desire that surged up inside Rafael, the hope
that Grant would continue to touch him there, was instantly dashed.
He breathed out, knowing that the only way that Grant would touch
him there again would be if he touched Grant in the same place.
The woman's words haunted the little boy. His dreams had been
shattered that afternoon in the man's bedroom, all that he had
hoped for, a family of his own, had disappeared forever that day.
Tears began to form in his eyes as he reached downward. For only
an instant his small fingers stroked Grant's small, very hot bulge.
Rafael shivered as his fingers brushed over the cotton and he
realized that the cotton was tight and the bulge was much larger
than his own. It felt unyielding, not soft underneath, but hard and
hot.
"Hmmmmm,....", Grant sighed, "Yeah I like that. Do it some
more. I'll do yours too, okay?"
Rafael, the filthy little bastard in him, the whore in him
nodded. His little fingers stroked against the part of Grant's body
that seemed the hottest and hardest. It was, he realized with a
sudden shock, the other boy's 'pee-pee'.
It worried him. The more he thought about it, the more it
worried him. "Grant,... there's something wrong with your pee-pee,"
he whispered, "If feels real hard."
Grant giggled, "It's supposed to be like that. Your's is like
that too," he whispered, then taking his hand away, he took
Rafael's hand away and pressed it down between Rafael's legs. "See,
your's is the same."
The memory came rushing back, the man's hand stroking his pee-
pee until it was hard, painfully hard, then sucking it and kissing
it, then licking it again and again as though it was a little
lollipop. Rafael shuddered as he remembered how he had enjoyed
those feelings. They had felt so good that he had finally relented
and touched the man's big penis. It had been hard too, hard like
Grant's pee-pee was, hard like his own.
"It's not a pee-pee anyway," Grant giggled, "That's what
little kids call it. It's really called a dick or a cock and when
it gets hard like this it's called a hard-on." Grant giggled again,
putting Rafael's hand back on his groin then beginning to fondle
the other boy's genitals gently, "See, we both got hard-ons," he
observed.
Rafael giggled, "It feels nice down there doesn't it?"
"Uh huh. Your dick is really stiff Raf," Grant said.
"So's yours. Boy it's hot too."
"Raf,..." Grant whispered, then paused nervously, "You wanna
take off your underpants too?"
"I will, if you will," Rafael answered. "You can take mine off
if you want and I'll do yours."
"Okay,...On three, okay? One. Two. Three," Grant whispered.
It was easier said than done. The boys got tangled up. They were
both so excited that they couldn't stop. They tugged and giggled
as they tried to pull the other boy's underpants off. It turned
into a wrestle and the boys twisted and struggled with each other
as their underpants got lower and lower. But the physical contact
only served to excite them more and within a minute they were
touching each other's bare genitals, not caring that their
underpants were somewhere in the vicinity of their knees.
Grant's warm soft hand enclosed Rafael's short hard cock and
his fingers scooped up the little delicate ball-sac as he gently
squeezed the other boy's tiny balls. Rafael shivered and pressed
his groin forward into the enclosing warmth of Grant's hand. Rafael
began stroking his friend's penis with long tickling strokes,
fascinated as Grant cooed quietly. As Rafael's awareness of the
delightful feelings that began in his testicles heightened he began
to feel incredibly light-headed. His own fingers slipped downward
to caress the other boy's scrotum. Silently he marvelled at the
silky softness of the skin and the two firm little eggs that moved
so easily before his fingers.
"It feels fantastic, doesn't it," Rafael whispered. "I love
it."
"Uh huh, your dick is so hard. It's different to mine though,"
Grant said.
"Huh? How?" Rafael asked.
"'Cause yours is different. It has this funny skin on the
top,... this,..." Grant giggled, tickling the puckered ending of
Rafael's little foreskin.
Rafael felt the other boy and he was suddenly surprised when
he didn't feel that on Grant's penis. "Yeah! It is different. You
don't have it there,... I wonder why. You have the same head there
just like I do. Push your hand down, no,... you gotta squeeze your
hand and push." Grant did as he was told, pushing downward of the
other boy's penis, retracting the foreskin so that it bunched
around the little bell-shaped head. "Yeah! There. See it's just
like yours underneath."
"Yeah! It feels different now. The skin is sort of looser.
Does it feel nice when I rub it?" Grant asked.
"Yeah!.... That's wild. Yeah do that some more. Just like
that. I'll do it to yours too." Rafael whimpered as the other boy's
hand began to slide up and down his little penis. He reciprocated,
working his hand on his best friend's cock, feeling Grant quiver
as the delight surged, expanding outward from his rigid cock.
Minutes passed, both boys rubbing gently, slowly, then faster
as they learned the rhythm of their bodies. They satisfied a need
that they both had as they shared their loneliness. In the process
the two boys discovered their capacity for endless pleasure.
"That feels so good," Grant gasped as he relaxed after the
boys had rubbed each other furiously for a few minutes without a
break. "I felt like I was going to explode, it felt so good"
"So did I," Rafael admitted, now carefully fondling the other
boy's tightened scrotum, "It's all tight now and kinda wrinkled up.
It was loose when we started. Your dick is even harder I think."
"It kinda hurts. Does yours?" Grant asked.
"It doesn't hurt exactly,... not like I want to stop or
anything. It feels sort of sore, like. And it kinda tingles when
you rub on it. I felt like I was going to poop before. Is that how
you felt?" Rafael whispered.
"Yeah! But I knew I wasn't going to,... but that's kinda how
it felt down there."
Rafael yawned sleepily, his head only inches away from his
friend's as they shared the same pillow. "I guess I better get back
in my bed."
"You don't have to,... not if you don't want to. There's
plenty of room and I can shift over a bit if you want."
"Na,... I like it when our skin touches."
Grant grinned in the darkness, "You keep giving me goose
pimples. You want to sleep here? With me?"
"Yeah!" Rafael whispered.
The boys slowly released each other's penises, as they began
to relax, the heat of the moment passing quickly. They felt warm
and close and strangely satisfied. There was no embarrassment, no
guilt, no shame, just a wonderful happiness that came from feeling
good and sharing their feelings.
"Raf,....?" Grant whispered sleepily.
"Yeah? What is it?" Rafael asked, yawning then sighing
contentedly.
"Raf,... Did you feel funny? Down there. When I was doing it
fast like that?" Grant asked.
"Uh huh! Kind of funny, it tickled sorta but like it wanted
to hurt as well. My dick felt like it wanted to burst. I wanted you
to keep on doing it and never stop." Rafael yawned again, wanting
to cuddle closer to Grant, to feel their bodies pressed together.
"I felt like that too,... like you could do it all night if
you wanted."
Rafael giggled, "I'm too sleepy to do that. It's nice sleeping
in the same bed."
Grant sighed, "Yeah I know. I don't feel so lonely anymore
with you here." He paused a long while, "Raf?.... We could take off
our tops too if you wanted?"
Rafael grinned and turned onto his back, quickly sitting up
and pulling his tee-shirt up over his chest, past his head and then
pulling his arms through the sleeves. Grant removed his tee-shirt
at the same time. They grinned at each other in the darkness.
Rafael's body was so dark that it seemed nearly black while Grant's
paler body seemed much lighter in contrast. The boys tossed their
tee-shirts onto the floor and lay back, side by side, now totally
naked.
For a few seconds the boys were afraid to move. While each boy
felt the warmth of the other just inches away, he afraid to
communicate that he wanted to hold the other boy's body tightly
against his own. Although just about every boy in Baker House was
sexually active, it was taboo. For a boy to be acknowledged as 'gay'
was the 'kiss of death' among his friends. So boys had sex together
and then pretended that it was simply fun. Their sex play was not
romantic or the result of affectionate attachment or anything else
that could be construed as 'gay'. What brought boys together was
'fun'. Liaisons were quick, mechanical eruptions that ended with
orgasm. Boys did not sleep together afterwards by choice. They did
not express any emotion or feeling other than that necessary to
their immediate satisfaction.
"Raf?..." Grant asked hesitantly. The smaller boy nodded
wearily. "You want to hug? No one's gonna know, if we don't tell
them."
Rafael shrugged. Even in Davis House boys were ostracized for
being too close. In Baker House, where the boys were older and many
of them sexually mature, a close friendship that involved a boy in
intimate physical contact was despised. But despite his fear and
the shame that would occur if anyone found out, Rafael wanted only
to oblige his new friend.
He nodded, "Promise not to tell?" he whispered guiltily.
Grant smiled, "Yeah I promise,... now you," he demanded
urgently.
Rafael grinned, "Yeah! I promise," he whispered. His heart
surged. He had never touched another human being with affection,
other than his mother, and even then he was given cursory
attention. He needed to be hugged. The desire burst out of him as
it came to Grant, scarred by the memory of the accident where his
family died in the car and he walked away with barely a scratch.
Their young bodies came together as one. Their firm slender bodies
united, their legs entwined and arms locked around each other's
bare chests. Their soft smooth bellies compressed and their small
hot genitals squeezed firmly together. They lay together for a long
while, reluctant to break the bonds of their flesh. Each boy was
afraid to speak and to interrupt the wonder of the moment.
"You feel nice," Rafael whispered, "You feel so hot down
there."
"You feel nice too," Grant whispered, "I think our dicks are
hard again." He felt between their hips, slipping his small hand
downward, touching first his own penis and then Rafael's. "Yep,...
we both are.... This sure is nice,... being like this....."
Rafael nodded sleepily closing his eyes. His erection faded
in the next few minutes as he dozed off. So did his best friend.
++++
The boys awoke early the next morning to the noises of birds
and insects outside the building and the sounds of boys talking in
the bedrooms elsewhere in the building. Grant was already awake as
Rafael finally struggled awake, wiping his sleepy eyes with his
fingers, yawning and stretching. Then all of a sudden Rafael
realized that he was next to Grant and not in his own bed and he
pulled back in shock. Then he remembered what had happened the
night before. Grant grinned at him, "Hi sleepy head."
"Hi Grant," Rafael yawned again.
"Did you forget what happened last night?" Grant teased.
Rafael blushed slightly and then smiled back, "Kinda." Gently
his fingers slipped over the other boy's bare shoulder, then
suddenly realized that he was also naked. "We took our clothes
off?" he asked, then he slowly grinned, "Yeah, we did, didn't we?
What if Mr. Edwards catches us?"
Grant shrugged nonchalantly, "He won't be here for a long
while yet," he said as he consulted his watch. Grant was only one
of two boys that had watches in Baker House.
"Can I see your pee-pee? I mean your dick. It felt a lot
different to mine,... well it did last night at least," Rafael
asked curiously, then added, "I've never seen one like yours close
up before".
Although he could never tell Grant, the idea that their
penises were different was fascinating to him. He had seen other
boy's penises in the shower and most were like Grant though a few
were shaped like his. Grant grinned at his friend then pulled the
sheet downward from their chests, all the way to their knees. He
looked at the naked brown boy lying on the bed next to him. "I wish
I had a tan like yours," he said.
Rafael giggled, "I'm not that dark. I'm just a bit darker than
you," he returned, " Anyway, it mostly isn't a tan, my skin's like
that. See even my dick is kinda brown too."
"Your balls are brown as well, but mine are bigger, see."
Grant observed. "I think my dick's bigger by a little bit, it's
fatter than yours and even longer and you've got that extra skin
too."
Rafael grinned, not bothered by the difference in their sizes,
strangely happy that Grant's penis was bigger than his."I like the
end of yours more than mine," he observed, as he compared his penis
to that of the boy lying beside him. "It's nicer the way it has the
little thing on top too."
Grant grinned looking downwards. "Your's looks kinda
funny,...How do you pee?"
Rafael grinned back at his friend, "Just like you dummy. I
just point and shoot."
The two boys giggled. "But,... well doesn't it get wet inside
the skin. It looks like it would?" Grant asked.
Rafael giggled, "It gets sorta dirty underneath sometimes. If
I don't pull it back and wash under it then it gets this icky smell
and it itches like crazy." Grant grinned as he stroked the other
boy's small penis with his fingers. Unlike older boys, nine-year-
old boys usually didn't wake up with erections. That would come in
time. As he stroked his friend's penis it slowly began to awaken,
shrugging off its stupor and beginning to stiffen.
Grant looked on in fascination as Rafael's penis got longer
and slightly thicker. The silky brown skin grew tighter and tighter
and the little rounded head was still covered in its entirety even
when the little boy was fully erect. Grant caressed the smooth
length, the ridge behind the glans covered by the boy's foreskin.
"It makes your dick look like a torpedo," he grinned.
Rafael laughed, "It's a pain to clean, 'cause it's pretty
tight. I can only pull it pack when it's hard like this. You know
the doctor who does clinic. Well he told me how to keep it clean
underneath. I get my dick hard in the shower and pull it down. I
have to wash it down there every day, well I'm supposed to anyway,
but I don't do it that often. When I'm older, like twelve or
thirteen, the doctor said I might even need to have it fixed up. I
guess it will look like yours then, that is if it doesn't get looser
by then like it's s'posed to."
"Well I like your dick like this," Grant grinned, then added,
"Can I pull him back like I did last night?" Rafael nodded and the
other boy held his hard little penis tightly, then pushed downward
to force the glans through the little puckered tip. "It is kinda
tight," Grant observed. "What's it there for anyway?"
Rafael shrugged. "The doctor said that the tip of my penis was
more sensitive because of it, but other than that it didn't really
do anything. That's why they do it to boys after they're born,
because it's easier to take care of."
Grant looked at the little uncircumcised penis between his
fingers, the foreskin now pushed back and wrinkled slightly as it
gathered behind the tiny purplish glans. The tip was a lot darker
than his own which was a pale blue or pink color depending whether
it was hard or soft. The skin of Rafael's penis was suddenly much
more stretchy and kind of elastic and his hand could slide easily,
up and down, without actually moving on the skin.
"It looks more like mine now. It looks just like a little acorn
on top doesn't it?" Grant observed. "Does it feel any different for
you? You know what we were doing last night. If it's more sensitive
then it would feel better wouldn't it?"
Rafael shrugged, "It tickles,... but it feels cool. I guess
it feels like yours does," he added, reaching out and gently
stroking his friend's penis, already half erect of its own
volition. The two boys remained like that for nearly an hour,
separating only to get out of bed, pull on their pajamas and go
down the hall to get a shower before breakfast.
Time and time again during the day Rafael's thoughts returned
to what he had shared with Grant the night before. The morning had
been very different, sweet gentle touching as the boys continued
to discover how to pleasure each other. In a way it was harmless
fun. It was nothing more than a way of making the other boy feel
nice. It was done without any expectation of reward because neither
boy had the remotest idea about the capacity of a young male's body
for orgasm.
++++++
For the next two nights the boys refined their enjoyment of
each other's penises and found in their partnership the happiness
and companionship that both young boys desperately needed. On the
third night the boys didn't even bother putting on their pajamas.
Instead they waited until 'lights out' before they undressed and
then got into Grant's bed with only their underpants on. On the
fourth night they didn't even bother with the pretence of wearing
underpants to bed. The two boys stripped their clothes off
hurriedly in the dark. They stood facing each other for long
seconds as each boy realized the powerful attraction between them.
Then they hugged, only the hug was no longer a hug, it had become
an embrace that was driven by their burgeoning sexuality.
That night was another important step in the boys'
discoveries. Rafael got into bed first and pulled Grant with him.
By accident the bigger boy lay down on top of Rafael instead of
beside him. The excitement each boy felt was unbounded. A weird and
wonderful thrill surged through Rafael as he felt the other boy's
body over his. The weight, while not heavy, pressed him down into
the bed. His arms locked around Grant's back, holding him there
above him. The boys lay still for what seemed a long while. While
they were frightened by the very intensity of their feelings, the
closeness of their bodies and the strange and unfamiliar pleasure
made it seem as though it was natural. It was as if they had been
brought together for just that moment.
Finally Rafael pushed his friend upward. Grant lifted himself
away quickly, holding himself up with his arms, his legs still
entwined with Rafael's legs. "I'm squashing you aren't I?" he
whispered.
Rafael shook his head, "It's okay, it feels nice. I like it
with our dicks together like this. It feels yummy down there."
Grant grinned, "Uh huh. It feels good. I can even feel your
dick next to mine. It's kinda pushing in my tummy. Boy your dick
sure is hot. It's real hard too."
"Uh,... Grant,.... you know,... if you moved around a bit and
sorta rubbed them together,... well I bet that would feel great,"
Rafael suggested.
Grant giggled as he lowered himself down onto the slender
brown boy. He used his arms and thighs and began to move his hips
up and down and rotate them in a circular motion. It was a crude
imitation of older boys, but the feelings were wonderful for both
boys. As the minutes passed Grant's motions gradually became less
awkward and more fluid, finally settling into a natural 'humping'
rhythm.
As Rafael lay under Grant, his small hands were on the other
boy's hips both to guide his motion and hold him tightly. He
realized that he was happier than he had ever been in his entire
life. He did not wonder why he felt the way he did, though he was
frightened by it and he worried what would happen if anybody found
them. Only a few weeks earlier, just before he was to leave for
Baker House, he had joined in the teasing and taunting of a
redheaded boy about his own age when it was 'decided' that Nicky
was 'queer'. Rafael felt ashamed of what he had done, remembering
that the only thing that Nicky had done was to cry. He'd cried,
that was all, and the other boys had made his life miserable. As
far as Rafael knew, Nicky hadn't done anything with another boy,
certainly not like this.
"Hmmmm,..." Rafael sighed, wriggling his hips under Grant's
body so that their penises were massaged together. "Hmmmm,.... this
feels better than using our hands, doesn't it."
"Yeah! You want me to do it faster, Raf?" Grant said urgently.
"Yeah!" Rafael breathed out as he began to pull on Grant's
hips faster. His penis was throbbing, so hard and stiff that it
seemed to hurt as much as when Grant rubbed it, maybe even more.
He liked the warmth of the other boy's body and the pressure that
squeezed him down. He liked the boy's hot breath against his cheek
and Grant's hair brushing his forehead. After a while, he
discovered that if he lifted up with his legs and pushed hard with
his thighs, his dick was raised up higher so that it was prominently
exposed. Then the feelings seemed to get even nicer. It took all
of his strength to lift both his body and Grant's body up, but it
felt so good that he had to do it. Grant moved faster and faster,
jerking erratically as his motions became confused. The two little
rigid penises moved side by side, the delicate skin rubbed
furiously as the boys moved together. Their thrusting quickly
became frenzied until they were breathless and they dropped back
onto the bed gasping. Their desires were still strong but their
young bodies were exhausted.
Both boys breathed heavily, panting for each breath. Slowly
Grant rolled off the smaller boy and lay on his side, his fingers
sliding across Rafael's soft warm belly and down to his still rigid
penis. He stroked it gently, then enclosed the two-and-a-half inch
shaft between his fingers, pulling down to retract the foreskin.
Curiously he began to stroke the tiny swollen glans of the other
boy's penis, wondering how much nicer it felt compared to his own.
His own penis felt good of course, but somehow he knew that Rafael's
would feel even better. He pressed the tip of his finger against
the minute slit, then down into the groove that lay under the head.
He rubbed gently. Rafael twitched and then pulled back. "That
tickles, when you do that,..." he giggled, "Do it some more," he
instructed a second later.
Grant was quick to oblige, stroking the sensitive glans with
just two fingers and his thumb, rolling the 'bulb' between them.
"Hmmmm,... that's feels so yummy. It's better than just rubbing it.
I feel like I have to go pee," Rafael sighed, his eyes half-closed
in growing delight.
"Don't you dare pee in my bed," Grant giggled, "Or on my hand
either," he added.
"I won't. It just feels like that,... like I will. It's not
like when you rub it fast and it feels like its gonna burst." Rafael
sighed.
Grant grinned, wishing that Rafael would do the same thing to
him though perfectly content for the present. He squeezed a little
harder and found that while the small rounded head was still hard,
it was slowly getting softer. His fingers slipped down and enclosed
the small shaft, beginning to rub again so as to make it stiff.
Rafael shook his head, "Keep doin' it on the tip, okay?" he gasped.
Grant nodded and took the little glans between his thumb and
fingers. He began to squeeze and roll it faster and faster.
"Ohhhhh,.... yeah,.... do that,...." Rafael gasped, "Yeah!...
Faster.... Jesus,.... Grant it's wild.... Do it faster!" Rafael
groaned. The boy's buttocks clenched tightly and his body arched,
lifting his hips up off the bed, then he shuddered as a sudden and
unexpected spasm hit him and he jerked away. Rafael rolled onto his
side and pulled his knees up into his chest so that he into a little
protected ball. He trembled for nearly half a minute. Grant was
frightened and deeply worried by Rafael's gasping sobs, very afraid
that he'd somehow hurt the other boy. Then slowly Rafael began to
relax, straightening back out on the bed as his shaking passed.
"You okay?" Grant whispered. "I,... I didn't mean to hurt
you.... I,... I'm sorry Raf,... I didn't mean to."
Rafael smiled shyly. "Didn't hurt, you dummy. It was wild. It
was like,... well like,... it's kinda hard to explain. It felt like
something broke inside me."
Grant grinned, "You peed on me," he whispered, "It dribbled
outta your dick. Only a little bit, though," he added.
Rafael looked at his best friend, "Sorry 'bout that, Grant."
Grant smirked, "It felt like you weren't gonna stop at first.
I was afraid you'd wet my bed."
Rafael yawned and stretched sleepily. "You want me to do yours
now?"
"Yep!" Grant smirked playfully.
Rafael sat up slowly as Grant turned onto his back. He leaned
forward and took the fat little penis between his fingers and began
to rub up and down gently, quickly making the other's boy's penis
harder and stiffer.
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In the dark he could barely see it but he could
feel it and Rafael was very aware of his closeness to Grant, aware
of the trust that they now shared, an integral part of their
friendship. After a few minutes of caressing the rigid shaft he
began to concentrate on the tip, rubbing it the same way that Grant
had done to his. The boy sighed then wriggled uncomfortably as the
feeling changed, moving instantly from the comforting stimulation
of his penis to a tingling thrill that seemed to begin in his bowel
and stretch all the way to the tip. Within seconds Grant was
wriggling his hips and trying to pull away before pushing back for
more the same way that Rafael had. The smaller boy grinned
cheekily, persisting in his torment, squeezing and rubbing as fast
as he could. He tickled the other boy's glans until he writhed and
his small face became contorted in ecstasy as waves of pleasure
flooded over him.
Unlike Rafael, Grant only came close to the peak, humping his
hips upward, then dropping back down as Rafael rubbed until the
little glans was reddened and sore just like his own had been. Try
as Rafael could, he could not produce the same orgasmic spasm for
Grant. However, both young boys had fun trying. Finally Grant
pulled away, covering his little limp penis protectively with his
hand. "It kinda hurts now," he whispered.
Rafael nodded, "Mine did hurt too. You want me to stop?"
Grant nodded, "Yeah, I guess so. But you weren't wrong,... I
felt like I wanted to pee too. I didn't though, not like you did.
Maybe your's is more sensitive on top, because of that thing you
have."
Rafael shrugged, settling down beside his friend. He sighed,
"Boy am I tired.... We sure messed around a lot tonight."
Grant grinned in the darkness, snuggling closer to the other
boy's naked body, now much cooler than his own, though just as soft
and very nice to touch. "Uh,... Rafael? Can I ask you a question?"
"Uh huh," Rafael said quietly as he looked up at the dark
ceiling. Inside he was confused. He didn't understand why boys
would make fun of him if they knew, but he knew that they could
never find out. He liked Grant more than anyone he had ever known,
even more because of what they did at night together and he didn't
understand why.
"Raf,... did you feel funny when I was lying on top of you
before?" Grant asked.
"Funny? How do you mean?" Rafael asked.
"Well, its kind of hard to explain... Its like well,... I
don't know, just that,... well for a while I tried to pretend you
were a girl," Grant giggled, "then I decided I liked it better that
you were really a boy."
Rafael swallowed, wondering how Grant had read the thoughts
inside his head. He shook his head awkwardly, "That's dumb. Let's
go to sleep, huh? 'night Grant," he said as he turned onto his side,
his back now towards his friend. He lay awake for nearly an hour
before sleep finally brought the confusion inside him to a welcome
end.
++++++
Through the months that followed; the hot, halcyon days of
summer, the endless scorching days when the grass turned brown and
everything withered and hung limp, the two young boys maintained
their friendship, growing stronger and closer every night. For
Rafael and Grant the nights were peaceful times, times of play and
discovery as they repeated the lessons of previous nights. Within
a week Grant had experienced the first convulsions of what would,
years later, become an orgasm. Within a few days after that, the
convulsions that accompanied the peak of their sexual activities
had become standard. Doing 'it' was something that the two boys
enjoyed most of all, usually taking turns to drive each other
'wild', but learning quickly that having a handkerchief close by
was important when Rafael was the recipient of Grant's expert
ministrations on his tiny dark glans.
Every night, from 'lights out' to the morning 'wake up' call,
the boys were naked and in the same bed. Usually they slept in
Grant's, though on some nights they alternated with Rafael's bed.
They shared a familiarity with each other's bodies and gradually
came to understand some of the feelings and desires they shared at
night. The nightly ritual became a habit, not a bad habit that a
boy should be ashamed about, but something that they repeated again
and again in secret. Then again in the mornings as soon as they
awoke, they greeted the rising sun with an embrace as if they were
reborn and renewed their friendship with gentle but intimate
caresses that quickly became more erotic as they awoke.
However, the two boys were careful during the day to be apart,
sometimes even acting as though they didn't like each other. They
were so careful in fact, that no one even guessed at the intimacy
they shared late at night. The real nature of their friendship was
a carefully concealed secret known only to the two boys.
The day that the other boys found out about Grant and Rafael
was a day that neither boy would forget. It was the day that the
hurricane came through South Florida, just forty five miles south
of Centerville Plantation. The boys had been 'relocated' two days
earlier, travelling northward on four school buses to a school a
few miles outside Jacksonville. They slept in the gymnasium on
exercise mats, a half a dozen boys to each one. It was crowded and
hot as they waited for the storm to pass. All eighty nine boys
wanted only to get back 'home' to their own beds and the privacy
of their own rooms. For Rafael and Grant the deprivation was even
more intense. They looked at each other across the table at lunch
with a longing that was barely concealed. The loneliness had
returned, growing into a sadness that consumed each of them. They
needed to feel the warmth of the other's naked body, to give and
receive caresses and to fall asleep locked in each other's arms.
They were afraid to even speak to each other because they were
afraid that they would blurt out the truth and be ridiculed by all
of the other boys.
That day it was Grant's turn to clear the table and Rafael
went out into the playground with eighty other boys. He wandered
aimlessly around the school yard, kicking his feet in the dry dust
and making little clouds that hung motionless in the still heavy
air. The dust seemed to cling to his legs, his sneakers slowly
turning brown the more he kicked. He was bored and lonely and he
wondered where Grant was. He had no interest in playing with the
others, not now, not ever.
That day was hot and sticky and Rafael lifted up his arms and
pulled his tee-shirt off. He felt a little better immediately. At
least the cotton wasn't clinging to his sweat-moistened body. He
ambled back through the trees looking for Grant. Perhaps they could
sit somewhere and talk even if nothing else. Rafael's body was
noticeably darker now than it had been at the start of summer. He
had a rich golden brown tan broken only by the paler skin of his
loins. Grant was the same way, but his middle was nearly white.
Rafael was not nearly as dark as some of the black or Cuban kids,
but he was a lot darker than Grant and the four other white boys
that lived in his dorm.
He glanced downward and looked at his slender young body,
noticing his little nipples. They were smaller than a dime, the
spot in the middle flattened. Sometimes when Grant tickled him they
became pointed and when his friend rubbed them he liked it almost
as much as the feelings that radiated outward from his little
penis. His belly was taut and firm, his lithe muscles rippling and
giving form to his body. A tiny navel, indented and much smaller
than Grant's, centered his body. Below, the boy could see the small
bulge in his shorts, the place where Grant touched him and made him
feel wonderful and alive. He tried to imagine Grant's hands
touching him and rubbing gently on the tip of his cock.
Instinctively his buttocks tightened and he shivered as he tried
hard to remember the sensations that surged through his body and
made his spine quiver with excitement. He looked up, his reverie
disturbed, suddenly aware that four other boys were walking towards
him and closing fast.
"Hi guys" he murmured.
The boys smiled at him. The oldest boy called Cal, a black boy
who had spent his entire life at Centerville, grinned, "Hi, whatcha
doin' Raffy?"
Rafael shrugged. "That's not my name, Cal. I don't like you
calling me that."
Cal smirked, "Listen to him,... I don't like you callin' me
that," he imitated in a high falsetto voice. "So whatcha doin',
boy?" he asked.
Rafael shrugged, "Nothin',... just waiting for Grant. He's
doing 'clean-up'."
The boys laughed. Cal smirked, "He was, but he got done early.
He's gonna be havin' hisself some fun real soon, boy."
"Huh?" Rafael said, feeling confused.
"You know what a circle jerk is?" one of the other boys asked.
Rafael shook his head, pretending ignorance. A boy didn't live
in Centerville for very long and not learn the basics.
"You wanna find out?" Cal asked, taking control again.
Rafael shrugged awkwardly. He knew circle jerks were about
sex, something like what he did with Grant. But circle jerks were
okay, all the boys did them sooner or later and it didn't matter.
It didn't mean a boy was 'gay', it was just for fun. If that was
where Grant was, well he wanted to be there too. Rafael nodded.
Cal smiled shrewdly and looked at the other three boys
standing next to him. "He's kinda young ain't he? I bet he cain't
even git it stiff," he teased.
Rafael blushed, "Yeah! I can!" he retorted angrily.
The boys laughed, "Okay he's in," one boy said.
"Okay, let's go do it," Cal smirked, "You can come too Raffy,
that is if you ain't too scared. I bet you got the smallest dick
in Centerville."
The boys continued past Rafael. He watched them leave angrily,
despising them but also wanting to go with them. It was the thought
that Grant may be there that convinced him to follow and he quickly
pulled on his tee-shirt and hurried to catch up. The boys went back
into the cafeteria, going into the kitchen to find Grant and two
other boys still there. Grant looked at Rafael with surprise.
"Where we gonna do it?" someone asked.
The oldest boy, a twelve-year-old black boy called Denny,
grinned, "Here man, ain't no one gonna see us doin' it."
"You're joking,... here in the kitchen?" one boy asked.
"Chicken are ya'," Denny grinned. He turned to Cal, "Hey Cal,
show us that big fat dick you got, man. Show these boys what a real
man looks like."
Cal grinned, his hand sliding down, pulling his zipper open.
He pulled the fly wide open and faced towards the other boys. Slowly
he pulled his underpants down under his full dark ball-sac
andextracted his thick, hardening cock so that it protruded rudely
out of the front of his shorts.
"Wow, Cal's got a whopper," one of the younger boys giggled.
"Man, he's huge," Grant said admiringly.
Rafael's face suddenly burned with shame, his attention
riveted to the nearly hard black cock. It seemed to pulse with the
boy's life, stretching the skin until it was shiny and taut. His
own small penis had been limp and shrivelled but it began to grow
instantly. Cal's penis frightened him, not only because it was so
large, but because it threatened him, because of the effect that
it had on both Grant and himself. It was several times bigger than
his own penis, at least five or six inches long, Rafael thought.
He glanced away, realizing that Denny and a white boy already had
their shorts and underpants down at their knees. Denny's cock was
almost as big as Cal's and he was jerking it, his eyes half-closed
as he concentrated. The white boy's penis was a lot smaller, but
it was still bigger than Rafael's. Rafael glanced back at Cal. H
was unfastening the metal button on his shorts. Rafael watched as
the shorts slithered down the boy's dark legs almost to the floor.
It was big, like a man's penis, the boy's testicles already
flush and full with the onset of puberty. The shaft of his penis
was wrinkled with veins underneath, bulging so much that it looked
painful. He even had hair there. Like Rafael, Cal was uncircumcised
too, but the foreskin was a lot looser and it flipped back and forth
over the cherry-sized head as he masturbated. As Rafael looked away
he realized that all of the boys were either rubbing their penises
or in the process of dropping their shorts and underpants. He
looked at Grant, recognizing the small body, the body that had been
next to him so many times.
Grant was imitating Denny, his eyes half closed, moving his
hand back and forth as he gripped his penis between his thumb and
three fingers, his little finger sticking outward. Rafael felt
strange watching him share his body with the other boys, open to
their inspection as he revealed everything. Then he realized that
he was the only boy who was not doing 'it'.
"You gonna do it Raffy?" Cal taunted, "Come on show us ya'
tiny dick."
Rafael shrugged and fumbled nervously with his zipper and
belt. As his shorts opened at the front he pushed them downward.
His little penis was already stiff and sticking out and up in the
soft cotton of his underpants, forming a little tent as the cloth
was pulled over the tip. He glanced as his best friend nervously
but Grant looked away guiltily. Slowly he pushed his underpants
down until his genitals were exposed.
The other boys didn't seem to notice although they all looked
at him. Already all seven of them were masturbating, small hands
jerking even smaller cocks, bigger hands on much larger cocks, and
everything in between. Grant was rubbing quickly, Cal grunting as
he jerked furiously, Denny working slowly, deliberately, each boy
finding his own pace, using the technique that he'd discovered
through long nights alone in bed or with a friend. Rafael pushed
down on the shaft of his penis and exposed the small dark glans.
For a few moments he squeezed it gently and then began to stroke
his hard little penis, using his thumb looped around the top and
his fingers underneath so that they pressed into the softness of
his urethra. But try as he could, he could not derive the same
intense sensations that he felt when he focused his efforts on the
tip of it. Slowly his hand moved up and braced against his lower
belly. Then his thumb and first two fingers began to massage the
tiny glans. Rafael felt wonderful as he imagined Grant next to him,
rubbing his penis in the bed. He was oblivious of the noises of the
other excited boys around him, their grunts and gasps, and endless
groans of boy-ecstasy.
Rafael was rudely awaken from his dream as Denny chortled,
"Look at Raffy, he's doin' his dick like a little baby."
Rafael looked up uncertainly and felt his face blush deep
crimson. "I like it,... it's better,... this way," he mumbled. He
looked sideways at Grant. Grant turned away ignoring him, working
his own small cock savagely, making shallow grunting sounds as he
pumped his thighs back and forth. Then Rafael looked back at Denny,
but the older boy had already lost interest, consumed by more
enticing games.
"Shit! I'm gonna 'cum' any second," Denny gasped, his hand
moving faster than Rafael would ever have believed possible.
"Yeah,... here it comes,.... ohhhh yeah!"
Rafael looked on, captivated by the sight of the boy's orgasm.
The dark body strained forward like a bow, his thick hard cock like
an arrow ready to be released, then he spurted gobs of white stuff
outward a foot or more. Each gob made an arc then splattered onto
the dark tiled floor of the kitchen. Even from where he stood,
Rafael could see the thick cream spurt out as the boy's life force
was ejaculated in a white hot explosion. The boy's dying groans
filled his ears. Denny dropped back resting against the kitchen
table, still gasping and shaking with the last convulsions of his
orgasm.
Then a memory came back to Rafael as he saw Denny's smile of
triumph. He remembered a faceless naked man in a bedroom, kneeling
over his own naked body. He remembered white hot spurts emptying
onto his belly and chest and splashing onto his bare flesh, then
being smeared into him. At first it was slippery and warm, then as
the man rubbed it became sticky. The boy shuddered and looked away
as he tried to blot out the memory. It returned again and again.
Rafael knew what the white stuff was.
Rafael looked at Grant and for the first time since lunch his
best friend did not look away. There was a curious smile at the
corners of his mouth and his hand fluttered rapidly on his rigid
penis. Rafael continued to squeeze on the tip of his penis,
occasionally rubbing the length of his shaft as he imitated how the
'big' boys did it. It felt nice either way he decided, but by far
the best was when he rubbed on the tip. He met Grant's eyes and
smiled back. His penis twitched, a precursor to what he knew would
follow. The tingling ache in his bowel began to increase. He rubbed
harder, trying to increase his pleasure even further. His breathing
quickened as his thighs pushed forward, tightening a muscle
somewhere inside his abdomen. That muscle lifted his testicles
higher and made the pleasure intensify even more. He didn't want
to pee in front of the other boys but if he did he really didn't
care.
Cal moaned loudly and Rafael turned quickly to look at the boy
standing next to him. Like Denny only a minute earlier, white milky
juice spurted out, less this time though still dramatic and well
worth watching. Cal kept rubbing and pumping his fist rapidly on
his thick black cock, sending spurts sideways as well as onto the
floor in front of him. One spurt landed on Rafael's leg and again
the memory of the man's semen on his body came rushing back. The
man's hands had been large and very strong. They had massaged the
boy's soft flesh until even the stickiness had gone and there was
nothing left except the memory. Rafael remembered how some had gone
as far as his face, landing on his chin. Most splashed onto his
narrow brown chest and waist and pooled into his navel so that it
was full, like a little pond of white cream. The last of it had
dribbled out of the man's huge cock like milk, spotting the eight-
year-old boy's penis and scrotum.
Rafael looked down at his right thigh and watched in silent
fascination as the bead of thin immature semen trickled downward.
It left a wet trail until it reached his knee and was stopped by
his shorts. Then another boy, Jeff, just eleven years old, moaned
as he came, gasping and spitting milky-white juice. Then he too
sagged back against the bench as his desire deflated with his
penis. And then Ronnie, barely ten years old, ejaculated, or rather
came as close to ejaculation as a ten-year-old boy can, as several
tiny milky drips were discharged.
The other four boys, between nine and eleven-years-old were
still immature. For one boy ejaculation was only a matter of months
away but for two, Rafael and Grant, it was a matter of several
years. Still they tried hard but to no avail and gradually they
tired, losing interest as their penises became sore and reddened
and they finally stopped.
"You guys wanna do each other?" Denny suggested, no longer
interested in watching the other boys masturbate.
Within seconds it was agreed and the boys paired off. Cal and
Denny each took a mentor role with a boy who had not achieved
visible results of manhood, while Ronnie and Jeff formed another
partnership. By default Rafael and Grant were left together.
The boys split up, each pair moving away slightly as if
seeking privacy from the others. Rafael and Grant waddled into the
storeroom with their shorts still at their knees. They stood facing
each other, each feeling the same desire and the need to satisfy
an urge that was deep inside. Slowly Grant reached out and began
to stroke Rafael's penis. "I missed him," he whispered.
Rafael reached out and enclosed Grant's penis, "Me too,...How
did you find out about this? You were doin' it just like them."
Grant shrugged, "Denny asked me if I wanted to after lunch,
when I was cleaning up. I guess it sounded like fun. I didn't know
you would be there too," he added guiltily.
Rafael shrugged, beginning to rub his best friend's penis. He
was angry and jealous. For some reason he thought that they would
only do that 'stuff' together and never with anyone else. He didn't
want to share Grant with anyone.
"Do it faster," Grant instructed, his breathing beginning to
get more strained, pumping his narrow hips harder against Rafael's
hand. He was bigger than Rafael and in his growing urgency he pushed
the smaller boy backwards until Rafael stopped with his back hard
against the wall. "Faster!... Do it faster Raf," he pleaded. His
thighs were jerking, pumping his hips, his small pale buttocks
clenching with each forward motion.
"I can't," Rafael complained, "You're pushing me into the
wall. I can barely move my arm as it is."
Grant grunted and eased back, then a moment later his hand
reached down and grabbed the other boy's tee-shirt lifting it up
to his armpits, then pulled up his own tee-shirt so that their bare
chests, bellies and thighs were together. Rafael sighed, his
slender brown arms locked around Grant's waist and he embracing the
his nearly naked body. Their genitals were compressed and both of
their little penises were hard and throbbing with happiness.
"You feel so good," Grant sighed.
"You too,... I missed you so bad last night. I can feel him
sticking into my balls," Rafael giggled, stroking Grant's slender
back with his fingers.
"Faggots," Denny squealed loudly, his voice in the process of
breaking. "Guys come look at the faggots. Its Raffy and Grant,...
they're doin' it like queers."
The two boys sprung apart instantly but it was too late. Four
pairs of eyes had seen them and the damage was done. "I ain't doin'
no jerk offs with a goddamed faggot," Cal shrieked, "Them's both
queer as shit. I always knowed that. I told ya' Raffy was queer
didn't I Denny? He even looks like a girl."
The two boys got redder and redder, their rigid little cocks
sagging with every taunt until they were limp. They dressed in
silence, knowing that by dinner time there would not be a single
boy in the whole place who didn't know that Rafael and Grant were
'gay'. They went outside sadly and wandered around aimlessly
knowing that there was little they could do to stop it.
++++++
They endured the endless teasing and name-calling over the
next two days, the occasional whistles as they passed the older
boys, the stares from younger boys. They ignored them and tried to
keep apart. They tried not to show that the words hurt, though the
words cut deeply into them. The worst insults came from the boys
they lived with in Baker House. These boys were of their own age
but they were boys who were most threatened by their own well-
concealed feelings and emerging sexual desires. They pushed the two
boys away at night, refusing to even sleep on the same exercise mat
or to use the same shower. Their hostility was open at dinner as
they ignored both of them or made humorless comments about
'queers'.
"He's a pervert," Jeff said loudly as smirked and he pointed
at Rafael across the table. "I saw him doin' it with Grant, they's
both queers."
Rafael shook his head and looked down at his plate. His dinner
was barely touched, mashed potatoes and peas puddled, the grey-
greasy minced steak abandoned. Jeff hadn't seen anything. "I,...
I'm not. I'm not a pervert! You didn't see anything!"
Jeff smirked, "Yeah I did. I seen you, suckin' on Grant's dick
and beggin' for more."
"You're a liar," Rafael said angrily.
"Who you callin' a liar, pervert." Jeff laughed, making an O
shape with his lips. "More Grant. Give me more," he chortled.
"I didn't do that. That's a lie and you know it," Rafael said,
scrambling back from his bench where he sat by himself, his fists
clenching angrily.
"Suck me Raffy. Ohhhh suck me hard," Jeff continued.
Rafael leaped at the other boy, sending his plate skidding
across the table and crashing to the floor. His fist hit something
soft, then the eleven-year-old boy's fist slammed into his face and
sent him flying back the way he'd come. He toppled over the bench
and crashed to the floor.
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" boys began to chant.
Rafael staggered up, the entire left side of his face burning
painfully, blood pouring from his nose. He looked around. "It's a
lie," he screamed, "You're a liar Jeff."
Jeff came around from the other side of the table. "Hit the
little faggot," someone shouted.
"Punch his face in. Little shit-pusher."
Rafael's fists clenched tighter waiting for the attack. He was
scared. Jeff was a lot bigger than he was, at least thirty or forty
pounds heavier and five inches taller. Jeff charged, his fist
swinging. It connected with Rafael's shoulder as he tried to get
out of the way and knocked him sideways. The chanting was loud,
filling the cafeteria with shouts of "Fight!"
Rafael ducked the next one and moved nimbly to one side as he
punched as hard as he could into Jeff's belly. The boy grunted in
surprise.
"Way to go Raf," someone shouted.
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you shit-pusher," Jeff swore as he
came back towards Rafael.
"That's what you think," a loud voice said right behind him.
Jeff swivelled around and saw Mr. Edwards.
Rafael saw his chance and he slammed into Jeff, kicking and
punching as hard as he could, screaming out, "It's a lie! It's a
lie! He's a liar!"
Strong arms grabbed the boy around his narrow waist and
levered him away. Rafael struggled, kicking back and striking
painful blows in the shins of the person that held him. Slowly his
struggles ended and he sank back, crying out his pain and hatred.
"You can let him go thanks Jerry," Mr. Edwards said, releasing
his hold on Jeff. "Fight's over boys! Finish you dinner and clean
up this mess," he called out loudly. The room fell silent. "You
two, come with me."
He led the way outside and then turned. The two boys stood
before him. Rafael sobbed as blood trickled down his cheek and
splattered on the vinyl floor.His eye was already swelling up. He
smeared his face with his hand and wiped the blood back towards his
ear. He was still trembling, his breathing coming in quick sharp
gasps.
"So?" Mr. Edwards asked.
"He started it, Mr. Edwards," Jeff got in first.
The man looked at the smaller boy and smiled. "Sure Jeff. Look
at him. Poor little bugger is more than two years younger than you."
"He threw the first punch, sir. He did."
Rafael nodded and sniffed loudly as the blood continued to
dribble down onto his clothes. "I did.... I,... I couldn't help it.
He said things."
"What did he say?" Mr. Edwards asked. Rafael looked at him
silently. "Jeff?" The two boys were silent. "Okay? Rafael clean
yourself up. Then get back here and clean the mess up. And no more
fighting. Do you understand? Both of you?"
The boys nodded and Rafael went off to the toilet. The cold
water helped as he bathed his face. It soothed the bruised flesh
and helped to stop the bleeding though by the time the bleeding
stopped his tee-shirt was smeared and splattered with red spots.
He went back into the cafeteria to clean up the mess after the other
boys had finished dinner and gone back to the gymnasium. Outside
it was raining, the aftermath of the hurricane as it travelled
across the Gulf of Mexico and into Louisiana.
The fight was a turning point and slowly the two boys' friends
began to support them. By the time they left Jacksonville for the
return trip to Centerville the worst was over and other than Cal
and Denny, everyone else seemed to have forgotten.
++++++
Chapter 1. Continued
++++++
In the months that followed, the relationship between Rafael
and Grant changed. Their feelings for each other, while still very
strong, had been tempered by their exposure as 'gays'. It had hurt
both boys though they almost never talked about it. Neither of the
boys understood the desires that seemed to build up inside them
again and again. There was a mysterious thrill that each boy
enjoyed when the other boy's naked body was against his. They
became even more secretive, waiting until late at night before
Rafael padded across the floor and slipped into his best friend's
arms. The two boys still hugged and fondled each other at night as
they lay together but they did it in fear. The spontaneity and the
passion that they had experienced had gone. Now they were ashamed
to find solace in the each other's arms. They seldom went all the
way to orgasm and tending only to play gently with each other's
penises, rubbing their bodies together less and less frequently.
It helped relieve their loneliness but it fell short of satisfying
the needs of two young boys.
Only a few days before Christmas, 1992, friends of Grant's
parents visited Centerville and arranged to take the nine-year-old
boy away for the holidays. He left with them the next day and Rafael
cried himself to sleep on Christmas Eve. He sensed what was about
to occur and he dreaded it. He had seen the signs, the smile on the
woman's face, the way she touched his best friend and talked to
him. He knew the caring gestures would quickly become loving
affection. Grant would soon be adopted. Rafael knew it with
absolute certainty.
Christmas was cold and lonely. His solitary present consisted
of a baseball glove, a present from the State of Florida, a
magnanimous gesture of the institution. Hell, he didn't even like
baseball. For most of the day the boy sat in his bedroom, trying
hard to read a book, struggling over nearly every word until he
finally gave up in frustration. He had seen the movie, 'Treasure
Island' when it had been played on the TV downstairs. He wanted to
read the book, he wanted to read it more than anything. Finally,
he kicked it across the room and put his head in his pillow and
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