Archive-title: Playing in the Major Leagues - 6
Chapter 6. A New Life Together.
"I got scared when you went inside," Rafael said awkwardly as
soon as I turned onto the road.
I glanced at the boy and noticed that he was still upset. "I'm
sorry, Raf. I didn't even think. Anyway, it was just for a few
minutes," I said gently.
"I know. I can't help it. I,... don't want you to leave me
alone.... Ever!" the boy retorted angrily.
I nodded as I rubbed the boy's bare knee gently with my right
hand. I felt a surge of excitement that was all but overpowering.
His slender leg was soft and warm and I could feel the young life
that seemed to flow through him and into me. "I'm sorry, Raf," I
said again. "I'll never leave you, not like that, forever. But you
have to trust me to come back." I kept my hand on the boy's leg
until we reached the freeway. I stopped at the restaurant and went
inside after I told Rafael that he could watch me the entire time
through the window. I kept a constant eye on the car and Rafael,
knowing that the red van could be around. The boy was still not
strong enough to come inside with me. I bought coffee, a large
carton of milk and a half dozen hot rolls with some kind of
raspberry filling. We ate in the car and I gave him two of the pills
that Colin had provided. Rafael was hungry and he ate quickly,
polishing off one roll after another as he slurped the milk loudly.
It was a good sign and I didn't care that the boy ate most of mine
It took just under two hours to drive from the clinic back to
my place. Most of the way Rafael dozed quietly. For the brief times
that he was awake he sat quietly and watched me. I parked the car
in the garage and carried Rafael up the stairs to my apartment. I
was glad we didn't see anyone. I wasn't exactly sure how I was going
to explain the presence of the beautiful ten-year-old boy that I
cradled in my arms to some of the other residents in the building.
It was pretty obvious that I would have to find alternative
accommodations in the immediate future if I was going to keep
Rafael with me.
I carried the boy into the living room and placed him on the
couch. He stretched out, made himself comfortable, and smiled. "You
have a really nice place," he said. "It's a great view," he observed
as he looked out through the window at the Atlantic Ocean.
I looked around the room. I guess it depends on what you were
used to. Personally I thought it was a dump but I'd been too busy
to think about moving. I had looked at a waterfront condominium
that was on other side of the island a few weeks earlier. I had
really liked it though I hadn't done anything about it. Now, it
looked as though I had to do something quickly. That condo looked
better and better and after my stock-market successes during the
first half of the year the money wasn't going to be a problem.
"It's home," I smiled. I sat down on the side of the couch and
gently brushed my hand though Rafael's hair. "It's home for both
of us," I added. The boy looked up and his dark eyes met mine and
he gave me the nicest, happiest smile I'd ever seen. We looked at
each other for a long time, neither of us saying anything. Our minds
seemed to unite. I knew that we were communicating. The boy's
feelings flowed into me. I sensed his happiness as he sensed mine.
"I want to stay here with you forever," he whispered to me.
"I want you to," I said. I stroked the soft skin of his cheek,
touching the dark bruises gently. "Forever," I added. I sighed and
stood up, pushing the thoughts that had surged into my mind away
in the corner. I 'wanted' the boy too. "First we have to get your
bedroom ready. You can stay here and watch TV if you want while I
clean up in there."
Rafael nodded and I went into the bedroom. It was a hell of
mess. I had been using it as my office and there was an untidy
collection of books and papers everywhere. I began to make piles
on the desk. After a few minutes I suddenly became aware of the boy
in the doorwat. He was leaning against the door frame. He was
trembling and his face was wet with tears. "What's wrong Raf?" I
asked as I went over to him and lovingly placed my arm around the
boy's shoulders. "Does it hurt badly?"
Rafael shook his head. "It hurts,... but it's okay."
"Why are you crying for?" I asked gently.
The boy looked down at his feet and sniffed loudly. "I,...
can't help it. I want you,... right next to me. I'm afraid out there
I nodded. I guessed that Rafael was finally coming out of the
shock and reliving the horror of the last few days. "You want me
to come in and sit with you."
The boy reddened slightly with embarrassment. Then he nodded.
"You think I'm a baby don't you?" he whispered. "Only girls cry at
"No. I think you have a perfect right to want me next to you.
I want you next to me as well," I said honestly. I touched his tear
stained cheek gently and felt the wetness of his tears. "I don't
care if you cry. After what happened to you it's only natural. But
I want you to try to be brave too, Raf." I stroked his cheek,
smearing the tears away. "I want you to know that I'm here for you.
I'll always be here for you. You have to trust me to be here for
you. If you want you can stay in here with me."
The boy nodded and gave me a weak smile. He was unconvinced
and I held him close to me as we walked the few feet back into the
living room together. I settled the boy down on the couch and placed
a blanket over him. He looked up at me nervously and I smiled
reassuringly as I unfastened my watch. "Every ten minutes, you call
me and I'll come in, okay?" I said.
"Okay!" Rafael grinned and I went back into the study-soon-
to-be-bedroom again. It seemed to take forever. Every ten minutes
or so I looked in on Rafael. He seemed to be content but he knew
that I was only a few feet away in the next room. When the room was
presentable I put clean sheets on the bed and went back in to see
how Rafael was getting on.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"Better I guess. It still hurts down there but it's a lot
better than yesterday," he answered cheerfully.
"I've cleaned up in there a bit. It's still a mess and I'll
have to do it properly later on but at least you have a bed now."
The boy smiled shyly. "I guess now we need to clean you up," I
Rafael smiled again. "I'm pretty smelly huh? I haven't washed
in,... four days,... I guess."
I laughed. "Don't worry, you're not smelly. I bet you'd feel
a lot better if we cleaned you up."
He nodded. "I don't think I can take a shower. My legs feel
"How about a bath then?" I said as I sat down next to him. He
nodded and I helped him sit up. I lifted the 'Mouse' tee-shirt over
his head and pulled his arms through the sleeves before I eased him
back onto the couch. "I'm going to take your shorts off. Is that
okay?" I asked.
The boy grinned. "I thought you said I had nothing to be
ashamed off. Besides you've seen everything already."
We both started to laugh as I reached over, unfastened the
belt and opened his zipper. He continued to giggle as I began to
wriggle the boy's shorts down. Rafael assisted by arching his back
and lifting his buttocks upward. As soon his shorts came past his
thighs it was much easier and I took them all the way down to his
feet. The boy was naked again and for the first time I saw his
entire body. Without a doubt, Rafael was perfect in every way,
though his beauty was still marred by the ugly dark bruises on his
lower belly and groin. "You're beautiful," I whispered with a long
The boy giggled again. "My dick's too small," he teased as he
sensed the effect that his body had on me.
"Your 'dick' is absolutely perfect," I grinned. I felt my
penis hardening rapidly as my body responded instinctively to it's
Rafael looked at me and his boyish giggle quickly turned into
a playful smirk as he saw the bulge in my pants rapidly increasing
in size. "Your dick isn't small, is it?" he whispered. His voice
was full of lust and I blushed. I had been surprised by the
suddenness of the change in our relationship. My arousal over a
ten-year-old boy was embarrassing enough and I wasn't sure what I
should do. He was a little boy, old enough to be my son and he had
just made a pass at me. I looked away feeling disgusted at myself,
trying as hard as I could to resist the urge that came again and
again with increasing ferocity. I wanted the boy more than I could
I clenched my fists and tried to fight a battle that I knew I
could never win. Finally I sighed and looked back at Rafael, my
eyes travelling instantly down to the boy's small bruised sex
organs. Fortunately the boy had not responded to the urge that was
driving me mad. If he had been erect I was uncertain as to what
would have followed. "Raf,... I guess we need time to get to be
friends," I said gently. I didn't want the boy to feel rejected but
I wanted him to know that I loved him. He nodded awkwardly and
I lifted him up carefully and carried him down the hall and
into the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet with difficulty,
wincing as the pain inside his body increased when he began to
strain. I moved away and wondered whether I should leave him alone.
I knew better and I sat on the side of the bath and turned on the
water. The boy tried again and again, each effort increasing his
pain until he was crying.
Finally I couldn't stand it any longer and I took his hand and
drew him up and guided him to the bath. I eased him down gently and
he settled into the warm water. "I'll give you something later on
to help you go," I said gently. I began to soap his back. He
trembled slightly as my hands moved over him. I didn't know whether
it was from excitement but his slippery smooth boy certainly made
me tremble. I soaped him thoroughly, scratching and tickling his
back until he sighed and began to relax. I changed to his arms and
chest and soaped him until he was white and foamy. Rafael was as
slippery as an eel. His little nipples hardened into two tiny
pointed dots. I tickled him gently under the ribs until finally he
began to giggle. I moved down to his legs and did one at a time. I
was conscious that my penis was rock hard and throbbing incessantly
as my hands slid back and forth over the boy's soft glabrous skin.
Always my hands stopped just short of touching the boy's genitals.
I took a deep breath as I tried to control my excitement. "I
think you better wash Junior," I breathed out as I passed the soap
to Rafael. The boy looked up with clear disappointment. He shrugged
and took the soap and I watched as he carefully soaped his little
penis and scrotum before passing the soap back to me. He looked at
me with an expression that was not contempt but nearly. He had
wanted exactly what I had wanted.
I tried hard to control my racing mind. The expression in the
boy's eyes had been intense as he realized, and then identified
that I was in the process of becoming erect. He knew that he had
been able to arouse me sexually. That thought scared me. Not that
he knew now that he could do so easily whenever he wanted but that
a boy who was barely ten-years-old had produced in me the most
incredible excitement that I had ever known.
The silence between us filled the room, each frightened by
what we now knew both about ourselves and the other. I wanted so
much to take Rafael into my arms, to feel his perfectly shaped lips
on mine, to fit my body to the beautiful contour of his slender
young body, to satisfy the lust that confronted us. And yet as I
looked down at the beautiful boy I knew that neither of us were
ready for that first kiss and loving embrace. It would happen in
it's own good time. Then it would be the most natural thing in the
world for both of us and not as I now saw it, as a pervert seducing
a little boy. Though who was doing the seducing was somewhat
Lovingly my fingers brushed the boy's shoulder and I stroked
his soft flesh tenderly. "In time sweet prince, in time." The boy
looked up and gave me a shy sweet smile. It was almost innocent.
"Promise?" he whispered anxiously.
"I promise, Raf. In time, when you're better, when we know
each other." The desire to hold the boy tightly and kiss him was
overwhelming. He was all I had ever wanted and more.
The boy smiled and nodded. I continued to wash the boy but I
moved to his head and began to shampoo his hair. When his hair was
wet it became so dark that it was nearly black. It clung tightly
to his head and he looked like a little wet puppy dog as I began
to soap him thoroughly. His head was a mass of white foam as I
massaged his scalp. There was no doubt that the boy enjoyed the
attention. He lay back in the bath with a cheeky grin that was
somewhere between unbridled lust and total contentment.
Finally I rinsed him off and helped him stand up and get out
of the bath. He stood before me shamelessly naked, well aware of
the effect that his young body would have on me as I dried him off.
It was almost a game. Rafael was trying his best to give me an
erection by doing absolutely nothing except look at me with his
sensuous eyes that screamed pure unadulterated boy-lust. I was
trying to resist the beautiful uninhibited youngster by ignoring
his wonderful body. Needless to say Rafael won that game hands down
but I concealed my more than seven inches of very hard penis
carefully. At least I thought I did.
"Why won't my dick get hard too?" Rafael asked curiously. "Is
it because of what happened to my balls?"
I coughed, taken back by his openness. "Huh?" I asked, playing
He smirked, "Well it is isn't it?" he teased.
I grinned back at the boy. "You're pretty sexy for a ten-year-
old. Centerville must be some place."
He shrugged. "A lot of stuff goes on there. All the kids in
Baker House do it,... sooner or later."
The ten-year-old boy was so relaxed and open about his
burgeoning sexuality that there wasn't much I could say. I didn't
think that Rafael was wanton or dissolute. Rather the boy was
merely expressing a very natural prurient interest, his juvenile
lust notwithstanding. I finished drying him and gave his bottom a
playful slap, wondering just what I had gotten myself into. I stood
up and led the way back into the hall. "Let's see if we can find
something for you to wear in bed," I laughed. The boy followed me
down to my bedroom and stood next to me as I pulled open my dresser
"Do you think my dick will get hard again when the bruises on
it go away?" he asked.
I looked up as I pulled a tee-shirt out and held it up in front
of the boy. It came down to just above his knees. "Probably. You
just need to be patient. Like I said Raf, give it time, okay? By
the way, the proper name for it is 'penis'."
"I know that! But dick sounds better," he giggled. "Better
than cock anyway I think.I s'pose you want me to call my balls
testy-whatever-it-was too? Talk about a dumb name."
I laughed, "You may be right. Okay, you win this one." I lifted
the tee-shirt over his head and let it drop down. The neck opening
was almost too large and it barely stopped at his shoulders. He
pushed his arms through the sleeves and grinned at me.
"It looks like it's twenty sizes too big for me," he said.
"There's room for both of us in here," he added with a lewd grin.
I smiled back at the lascivious boy. At least the source of my
temptation was partially covered. But the shape of the slender
young boy seemed even more enchanting so that all I had succeeded
in doing was to make the boy look even sexier. It was impossible
not to look at the lithe smooth body and not have the
"It looks a zillion times better on you than it ever did on
me," I laughed. "Besides it's just to sleep in until I can get some
more clothes for you."
"Shit! I didn't think about needing clothes and stuff. I'll
pay you back somehow."
I shook my head as I pretended to be serious. "Raf, how about
a few rules huh? First rule is that anything I give you is because
I like you a lot. You owe me nothing. Except a thank you and maybe
a hug sometimes. The second rule is no bad words."
Rafael grinned and stepped forward. His little slender arms
locked around my waist and the naked boy gave me a full body hug
that sent my 'dick' into ecstasy. "Thanks for everything and I'll
try not to use bad words, okay?" he whispered. I held him tightly
against me, knowing full well that Rafael could feel my penis
pushing into his belly. He clung to me like a little brown limpet
and I had to lever him away. The boy was starved for affection and
I wondered if that was the first time he had been properly hugged.
I planned on making it a regular occurrence. He seemed desperate
to hold onto me. I leaned forward and very gently kissed his
forehead. He trembled and tried to rush back into my arms.
"I better put some more of this stuff on your butt," I smiled
as I finally managed to ease the boy away. I reached back to the
vanity and picked up the tube of Zinc Oxide and unscrewed the lid.
"Bend over Raf and assume the position," I teased. The boy smirked
at me and twisted around, bent forward at the waist and used his
hands to part his small firm cheeks. My penis jerked happily and I
was shocked by the intensity of my response. I knelt down on the
tiled floor behind him and squeezed some of the thick white
ointment onto my finger. Carefully I moved his hands away and
examined him. The doctor had been right about the boy's active sex
life. I could still see the crimson lines of the fissure though it
was well on the way to healing but the dark ring that surrounded
the small orifice was something else again. I swallowed and tried
to look away but found that my eyes were drawn back again and again.
Other boys had done this to him and I had no doubts that he had
been a willing participant. Rafael had told me as much. All I felt
was envy. The jealously I felt towards those other lucky boys knew
no bounds. I wanted Rafael only for myself. I would never be able
to share him.
Gently I smeared the white cream into the little indented anus
and covered the purplish-brown rim. There was no sign of a puckered
opening that a 'normal' ten-year-old boy would have. I made sure
that the ointment coated the fissures thoroughly and then decided
that I should try to get some inside him as well in case the
fissures went deeper. As my finger wriggled into the boy's opening
his response was immediate and natural. The boy pushed back, trying
to get more of my finger inside his body. My face flushed shamefully
as I realized that I also wanted to penetrate the boy's body further
and push my finger deep inside his rectum. I wanted to give pleasure
to his young body. I wanted to grind my finger into the very core
of the boy and discover the mysteries hidden within him.
Rafael's pushing back at me was obscene and yet I knew it was
instinctive. The boy was merely obeying a primal urge that had
existed within him long before now. But I too was unable to resist
the overpowering excitement that both of us felt in those few long
seconds that I was first inside him. I could not remove my finger
from delicious moist warmth that I felt through the tip of my
finger. It was, I realized, as if I touched the very life within
the boy. My finger seemed to squeeze into him of its own accord,
moving past the first joint and well on the way to the second before
I finally got control of myself. I closed my eyes and tried to stop
myself, tried to halt my racing desire, tried to slow my heart as
it pounded frantically inside me.
It took all my willpower just to remove my finger from the
delicious heat that it had discovered inside the boy. In just over
thirty seconds, I had discovered an intimacy that was overwhelming
my sanity. I was madly in love with Rafael. As Rafael felt my finger
pull away he spun around angrily. His little lips were compressed
and his dark eyes flashed. I smiled and tried to pretend that it
hadn't happened, that I had not been aroused to the point of losing
"Okay, well that should feel better now. I guess you better
brush your teeth," I mumbled. No sooner that I had said it I
realized the problem. I only had the one toothbrush in the
bathroom. My other toothbrush was still in my travel kit in the car
and I didn't have a spare one. "I guess you'll have to use mine,
Raf. At least until I can get to the store latter on and get another
one for you."
I expected the boy to be 'grossed out' but he merely shrugged.
"Sure, that's okay. If you don't mind me using it?"
I think my mouth dropped open in surprise. "You don't mind?"
I asked uncertainly.
Rafael grinned, "'course not. It's just a toothbrush. I'm
already wearing your tee-shirt. Besides I like you a lot. I don't
think you have any germs that I don't already have."
I grinned back at him. "I like you a lot too," I said as I
playfully slapped the boy's buttocks. It was only a light slap but
the contact of my hand with the boy's firm flesh made a loud
snapping sound. There wasn't much fat on the slender young body
before me. I squeezed some toothpaste onto the toothbrush and
leaned back against the vanity as the boy began to brush. He did
it both quickly and thoroughly. No wonder the boy's teeth were in
perfect condition, I thought. When he finished he rinsed off the
toothbrush and passed it to me.
My turn. I realized that I liked the idea of sharing my
toothbrush with Rafael. As I squeezed out more toothpaste and began
to brush I knew that I wanted to share everything I had with the
beautiful boy that lounged back against the vanity where I had been
only minutes earlier as I watched him. Now he watched me. The
expression on his face, while no longer of lust, was one of
happiness and affection. When I was finished I grinned at Rafael,
"And now, I think it's time that you got back into bed young man
and took it easy."
"Will you stay with me?" Rafael asked nervously. "Will you
read to me?"
I smiled, "Maybe later on. I have to do some work first."
Rafael's happiness faded instantly from his face.
"Hey! Don't worry Raf, I'm going to work in your room okay?
That's where all my stuff is. It used to be my study you know," I
teased. I bent down and easily lifted the boy upward as I placed
one arm under his knees and the other around his back. He giggled
as I carried him into his bedroom and put him down on the fresh
sheets. I lifted the top sheet over his legs and thighs and then
leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead as I
ruffled his hair. It was still moist from the bath and it had a
fashionable 'wet' look. As I looked at him lying on the bed with
his sensuous eyes and teasing smile I wondered whether Rafael knew
that he was a very sexy boy. He could have been featured in any
number of boy-porn magazines and raised more erections in one day
that he knew what to do with in a lifetime.
"My face is a real mess," the boy observed. "It is, isn't it?"
"You'll look fine in a few days. It doesn't hurt too much does
it?" I asked concernedly.
Rafael shook his head. "My eye still hurts, but that's all....
It still hurts a lot down there," he added with a vague gesture
"Do you think you can read?" I asked. "I can get a book for
you if you want. Maybe some more Sherlock Holmes?"
The boy was very quiet then he slowly murmurred, "I can't read
I nodded gently. "You're going to have to learn to read if you
want to stay here with me," I said in mock seriousness. "Just about
all I do is read and use the computer." Rafael smiled up at me. "I
want to learn to read properly. It's just that at school, well the
teacher didn't care much about the kids from Centerville."
"Well I care about this kid," I said. "And you're starting
today on my advanced program for learning how to read."
Rafael grinned at me, happily aware that for the first time
in ten years, someone actually cared about him. "I'll be right
back." I went out of the room, talking loudly so that Rafael could
hear me. "You're going to read aloud to me. Every time there's a
word you either can't read or understand then I want you to spell
it out and I'll help." I picked up an Agatha Christie book, hardly
the thing for a ten-year-old boy, especially one who had been
traumatized by witnessing a murder. Nonetheless, it was better for
him than reading the collected works of the Marquis de Sade.
"Tomorrow, if you feel better, Raf, we'll go to the bookstore and
pick up something else." I came back into the bedroom and handed
him the book. "This may be pretty difficult for you but we'll go
The boy nodded and turned over the first few pages until he
came to page one. He grinned at me and started. "Uh,... Chapter
One.... Uh,... A mur-der is,...aa... I don't know this word. It's
"Announced," I said. "Sound it out. An-noun-ced. The last part
is a bit dumb because it sounds different to the way it's spelled.
Do you know what it means?"
Rafael nodded and gave me a happy smile as he settled back
into the pillows. He read nonstop for two hours while I worked on
analyzing an investment project. The company was not in an area of
business that I was familiar with but I had visited it only the
week before and had been impressed with the management team.
Finally Rafael pushed the book aside and looked up at me.
I smiled at the boy, "You were doing great. All you need is
practice. Some of the big words are hard but you did very well."
Rafael nodded as his self-confidence began to grow. "So what
are you working on?" he asked curiously.
"It's an analysis of a company call Centrax. They make
equipment for cleaning up toxic waste. You know chemicals and that
sort of thing," I replied.
"Yeah? Why?" he persisted.
"I'm trying to decide if I should invest in it. Right now the
company is still very small and it needs capital to develop. I'm
thinking of giving them some money in return for part ownership.
Usually I don't get too involved in this kind of thing. This
happened along only because it's a local company," I answered.
Rafael climbed out of bed and wandered over to the desk. He
stood next to me and rested his hand on my shoulder and looked at
the screen with me. "What's all that stuff mean?" he asked. "It
looks awfully complicated."
I smiled, enjoying both the boy's interest and his affection.
"It's really pretty simple. This stuff here tells me what the
company might be like if they meet their projections for the next
few years. What I'm doing is kind of asking what would happen if
they didn't. Say like something unexpected happened."
"Like a hurricane?" Rafael asked.
"Well sort of, I guess. Only it's a bit different because the
firm has insurance for that. I'm worried about the things they
can't insure against."
The boy pressed closer against me. His little hand stroked my
neck. I breathed out slowly, trying to control myself. I knew that
Rafael was trying to make me sexually aroused again. "Yeah! Like
what?" he asked quietly. There was a nervous tremor of excitement
in his voice that gave the game away.
I laughed as his hand began to rub over my back. "It's not
going to work Raf," I said.
"Huh?" the boy said with exaggerated innocence, "What's not
going to work?"
"I'm not gonna let you." I laughed and grabbed the boy gently
around his waist. He didn't try to pull away. In fact he grinned
down at me cheekily.
"Let me do what?" he teased virtuously. He gave me a chaste
smile that slowly changed to a wicked smirk as he lost control.
Slowly he started to giggle.
"Get me horny again. I've got work to do. I have to decide
about this company by tomorrow," I laughed as I began to tickle him
under the ribs. There probably isn't a boy alive who can resist a
determined rib-tickling and Rafael was no exception. He began to
giggle and writhe as he tried to escape. I didn't do it for very
long, though I wanted to. His warm body wriggled and twisted
against me and I could feel the boy's firm smooth flesh rubbing
against me separated by a thin layer of soft cotton. His tiny boy-
genitals, precious warm moist boy-flesh, were only inches away from
me and hiding under the oversized tee-shirt.
"Do you want to,...." he paused and gave me a smirk that was
even more like a dirty leer, ".... lend them money?" he giggled as
I playfully slapped his buttocks. Rafael seemed to be recovering
very nicely. I was quickly learning that not only was this one very
bright ten-year-old boy, but he was also very funny. Just being
with him in the room for the last two hours had served to increase
my resolve to have Rafael live with me. Even if our relationship
was nonsexual I still wanted him. Fortunately that possibility was
extremely remote because I had no idea how I could live knowing
that another person was his lover, or even the recipient of the
beautiful boy's affections.
"I don't know,... I guess so Raf. Are you hungry? It's way
past lunch time." I said.
Rafael nodded. "With a name like,... what was it Centrax,...
I don't thing you should. I hated Centerville, and it was terrible
after Grant left."
I smiled and pulled the boy closer to me. Strangely, I felt
happier now that the boy's demanding lust seemed to have
disappeared for the moment. There was something obscene in a ten-
year-old boy trying to seduce a forty-two-year-old man. But what
was truly frightening was that he had almost succeeded on every
occasion. While I had always fantasized about young boys like
Rafael, I had never thought of myself as a seducer of children. Now
that a child was trying to seduce me and it scared the 'shit out
of me'. My insight in Rafael's 'problem' came in a sudden flash as
I realized that the boy equated the satisfaction of his sexual urge
with affection. He wanted my affection and the only way that he
knew how to get it was through sex. I shuddered as I thought of
what Centerville had been like for Rafael. Now I knew how much the
boy craved affection, I fully intended to give him all the
affection he wanted. But it would not be on his terms, at least not
yet. I wanted the boy to love me before we took that final step.
I gave the beautiful boy a gentle hug and squeezed his flat
warm belly against my cheek as I playfully rubbed his buttocks
through the tee-shirt. The boy's small cheeks were rounded and
firm. The flesh of his bottom felt like firm rubber, pliant and
soft but also resilient. Rafael had a fabulous butt. It saddened
me to think of other boys penetrating his perfect body again and
again until the little opening was bruised so darkly that even now
it still appeared dark. Sooner or later I would....
I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and gently pressed
the boy back. "Time for lunch," I said. I wondered whether Rafael
knew how close he had become to being 'lunch'. I stood up and
lovingly caressed the boy's dark tousled hair. "You want to come
and help or stay in bed?" I asked.
"With you," Rafael said. "I can get better later on."
I laughed and with my arm around Rafael's chest, half-
supported the boy as we walked into the kitchen. Rafael was still
quite weak and he moved awkwardly, his legs shaking slightly with
each step. Still, he needed to get up and move around a bit. I made
him sit down on one of the kitchen stools as I made some sandwiches.
After lunch we went back into Rafael's room and he continued
to read as I kept working on the Centrax deal. I had been worrying
a lot the last few days because the investment would take nearly
two hundred thousand dollars. That represented all of my ready
cash, and I knew it was a very risky proposition. The strange thing
was that with Rafael sitting only a few feet away in bed, I really
wasn't worried anymore. I had what I wanted right next to me. The
money was lifeless and, without Rafael with me, relatively useless.
I kept wondering whether the name of the company was a good or a
bad omen. With Rafael coming from Centerville it seemed as if the
fates had me 'centered'. I worked until six o'clock in the evening,
barely aware of Rafael as he struggled through the book. His
interruptions about words he didn't understand seemed to come less
and less but they were still very welcome interludes.
When I stopped I still had not made a decision and I had very
little time left. I had promised to call the partners in Charleston
by six-thirty with my decision. The biggest single factor was
whether the company would get a government contract for work at the
Marine training camp at Parris Island. That was really the question
and no one could answer it, at least for another three or four weeks
when the bids were opened. "Hey Raf," I said at last.
The boy looked up from his book, "Yeah? Am I bothering you?
I'm sorry if I am."
"No of course you're not. I really enjoy working here with
you. You're good company. Listen Raf, you're going to live here
with me so it involves you as much as me in a way. If I do this
thing,... well it could be very profitable or not so profitable,
okay? But not real bad unless things get totally messed up. I'm not
sure which way to go, so you're going to help by picking a number
between one and ten." I wrote down the number ten on the pad in
front of me.
"Huh? Oh! I got one. Should I tell you?" the boy asked.
"Ten," Rafael said. He grinned, "It's my lucky number," he
"Mine too," I laughed, "At least now it is because you're ten
The boy grinned again. "Yeah! So what did you decide?" he
"Listen for a minute," I teased, "You'll find out."
I picked up the telephone and punched in the numbers for
Centrax in Charleston. As soon as the phone was picked up I put on
the speaker. Rafael sat quietly as I explained that I was going to
make the investment and I would have the bank forward the funds to
their bank the next day. The boy smiled. He seemed genuinely
pleased that he had helped me decide.
After that call I called the local pizza joint and Rafael
shouted out what he wanted as I placed the order. With dinner
ordered, I lifted the boy up from the bed and carried him into the
living room and placed him on the couch in front of the television.
I sat beside him, gently rubbing his feet as we watched the news.
I decided that I would call the cable company and have them add the
Disney channel to my subscription. Now that Rafael was living with
me I had to make a few changes.
To be continued.