From: an27868@anon.penet.fi
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Date: Tue,  7 Sep 1993 19:12:34 UTC
Subject: PLAYING IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES (man/boy)

WARNING:

	This story will contain descriptions of a variety of sexual
acts between men and MINOR boys. Violence and inter-racial relation-
ships occur in the first few chapters. 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.

If this subject offends you, or you are under 18, do not read 
further! You have been warned!

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.

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	Requests for earlier chapters etc. will not be met, primarily
because of respect for the laws of other countries and the desire
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If you are missing some part(s) please contact the mail
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I will only post out missing chapters if there is a good reason.

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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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.

FINAL WARNING:

	If you're under 18, or man-boy relationships aren't your 
thing then exit now!


PLAYING IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES
Chapter 7. The First Nightmare

The first nightmare happened shortly after two o'clock in the 
morning. The boy's screams penetrated my sleep and I struggled 
awake. For long seconds I tried to focus my thoughts before I 
realized that the cries were coming from Rafael's bedroom. It was 
a sound I will never forget. It was, or it sounded like, one long 
continuous scream. It was unbroken. It was terrifying. I leaped 
from the bed and ran down the hall. It was dark and I tripped but 
the wall stopped my fall. As I rushed to the boy the cry became 
louder. It was almost as if he was in great pain. Rafael was sitting 
up in his bed. His hands were clamped tightly over his eyes and he 
seemed almost insane. His head was thrown back as he screamed. In 
the dim light I could see his little dark body glistening and for 
a moment I thought he was wet. Then I realized it was sweat. The 
boy glistened with a film of sweat. I came to the bed and sat beside 
him and hugged him tightly in my arms as I pressed his face into 
my shoulder. The screaming seemed endless. It was as if the boy did 
not stop to draw a breath. He was shaking, not as if he was simply 
cold, but as if he was in great pain. His legs jerked wildly as 
though from a reflex action. My tee-shirt that he had worn to bed 
was on the floor with the sheets. My little boy was stark naked.

"It's okay, Raf! It's okay now! I'm here! Raf, listen to me, 
it's okay," I whispered over and over again.

The boy struggled and tried to pull away. As he did I realized 
that his face was a terrible color. Even in the dark he was pale. 
The boy was so pale that I was shocked. He didn't seem to be 
breathing but I knew that his screaming came from somewhere. He had 
to be breathing but it didn't seem possible. I pulled him to me 
again and pressed his hot body against mine, squeezing his cheek 
into my cheek as I said again and again, "It's okay Raf. I'm here. 
I love you."

'I love you'. The words rang through my head and I could barely 
believe that I had said them. And yet it was true. I knew that I 
loved Rafael. I loved him passionately. I said it again and I liked 
how it sounded. I said it again and again as I held him during the 
long minutes before he finally calmed enough that he could gasp and 
slow his sobbing to the point where I could reach his mind. He 
stopped and looked at me dumbly. He still trembled fearfully and 
he seemed to shiver continuously. I was frightened as much as the 
boy I think. "It was a dream Raf, a terrible dream. But you're okay 
now."

When he first spoke he was incoherent. He babbled and I picked 
up very little but he emptied his pain into me. He told me about a 
man called Luis and a little girl and her mother. There was a lot 
about the van and a swamp. Slowly the boy quietened down and I 
lifted him up and carried him into my bedroom. It was a little 
difficult in the hall but I was very careful. Rafael lay in my arms 
like a little broken doll. His arms and legs dropped down limply 
and his head lolled back.

I eased him down onto my bed and went into my bathroom and 
picked up a washcloth and a towel. Gently I sponged him, wiping 
away the sweat and drying him. The boy was all but oblivious to my 
presence. He seemed exhausted. His little dark chest rose and fell 
as he heaved with breaths that gradually became stronger and 
deeper. Just as I finished he gave me a little weak smile of 
appreciation.

I smiled back. "You're okay Raf, "I said quietly. "It was just 
a real bad dream."

"It wasn't!" the boy said. 

"It wasn't what?" I asked uncertainly.

"A dream. It was real. Luis killed her. I saw him. He had his 
cock in her and he made her bleed and then he killed her. I saw 
him. I tried to stop him and,... and,... I wanted her mother to 
come but she wouldn't,... and then Luis killed her."

Lovingly I stroked the boy's chest and my fingers slid over 
the flat soft skin of his breast. I felt the small soft circle of 
his nipple. The boy seemed so delicate and fragile. He depended on 
me now and that made me very happy, but then, in a way I also 
depended on him.

"It's okay Raf. You're safe now," I said. "Raf tell me what 
happened." I said gently.

The boy paused for a long time and then he began. The story 
was still confused but it seemed as if he was working his way 
backwards in time. I heard the horror of his escape from the van 
just before the men were going to kill him. I came to know the fear 
that he had known when he realized that he was going to die. He 
told me about Luis and the drugs and the little girl and her mother. 
He told me about a Cuban boy called Rabbit and how he had sold drugs 
in a park in West Palm Beach. He told me about oral sex and how 
he'd nearly died when Luis had choked him with his penis. He told 
me about what he'd done with Rabbit in a graffiti covered toilet 
in the park.

Sometime after three o'clock he was exhausted. He fell asleep 
as he lay in my arms. His little naked body was curled up against 
mine as he finally found the security that he so desperately 
needed. I rubbed his back for a long while with a soft circling 
tickle until I finally drifted off to sleep as well. The boy's pain 
was my pain. I didn't sleep very well but each time I awoke I could 
feel his hot slender body against me and it made me feel strangely 
and wonderfully content.

                        ++++++

The next day was a Saturday and Rafael woke up late. I spent 
nearly two hours that morning lying next to the beautiful boy as 
he slept. I tried to commit every perfect detail of his little brown 
body to memory. I carved a mental statue of the boy and formed an 
image of his body that was complete in every detail. I watched the 
flutter of his eyebrows as he dreamed. No longer nightmares but the 
dreams of a ten-year-old boy. I watched the flicker of a smile on 
his face, the quiver of his limbs, the restlessness as dreams came 
and went. He needed to rest and I let him sleep on.

 I was in the shower when he came into the bathroom to pee. I 
heard him as he giggled and then he came over and tapped on the 
shower door. For a moment I thought about opening the door and 
dragging him inside. I could imagine running my hands over his 
slender brown body, soaping him up until he was slippery, rinsing 
him off and then carrying him back into the bedroom. But as soon 
as that thought came into my mind I pushed it away. That wasn't 
what the boy needed now. Not yet anyway. Now he needed love and 
affection. He needed to repair the damage that had woken him up in 
the middle of the night with the worst nightmare I had ever seen. 
He didn't need the demands of sex on top of all of his other 
problems.

I waved back through the figured glass and watched the 
distorted image of the boy as he stood in front of the toilet. He 
stood there for a long time as he tried to empty his bladder before 
he finally surrendered and sat down. Rafael must had sat there for 
ten minutes, for as long as it took me to shave and shampoo and 
finish washing. He stood up only seconds before I turned off the 
water. I opened the shower door and stepped out. I picked up a towel 
as he turned around and wrapped it around my waist. Rafael got a 
fleeting glimpse of my genitals before I was covered and he smirked 
and raised his eyebrows.

"No peeking, Raf," I laughed.

The boy giggled and stepped forward. "I saw your dick," he 
teased. "You've got a big one." He said it with admiration and 
fascination. A few seconds more and he would have said it with lust. 
I could sense his rising excitement though it was not rising as 
fast as mine was. I straightened the towel over my growing 
erection. He smirked. "You're getting a hard-on," he observed.

I glanced at the boy. He was beautiful and he was still naked. 
His genitals seemed to look a little less bruised than they were 
the previous day but there was still no response to the boy's 
arousal. "How does it feel?" I asked.

Rafael shrugged. "It still hurts in my nuts. They kind of feel 
bad sometimes but mostly it just sorta aches down there."

I nodded. "You look better this morning. You slept in, Raf." 
I looked at my watch. "It's nearly afternoon," I said.

The boy grinned. "It's not that late. I looked in the bedroom. 
It's just a bit after ten. You gotta work today?" he asked.

"No. But you and I have a lot to do," I teased.

"Like what?"

I felt my erection subside and I began to towel myself dry. 
"Well first we'll have breakfast and then we have to get you some 
clothes and some other stuff, like shoes and a toothbrush. And some 
books, lots of books so you can read while you get better."

Rafael grinned. "I'm pretty expensive to have around, aren't 
I?"

I nodded playfully. "Real expensive. I'm not sure I can afford 
you."

The strange thing was that although Rafael was naked it had 
no effect on me after that. Sure, I looked at him and he looked 
back at me as he leaned back against the vanity. I looked long and 
hard but it seemed so natural standing there in the bathroom as I 
dried myself and talking to him. The excitement of seeing each 
other naked disappeared. Now we were just friends planning our day 
together.

Just like the previous day, Rafael had no intention of letting 
me out of his sight for more that a second. I wasn't going anywhere 
without Rafael tagging right along behind me. I went into the 
bedroom and Raf followed right along behind me like a little puppy 
dog. I reached into my dresser drawer and picked out a tee-shirt 
for him to wear. I grinned at the boy as I passed it to him. "Here 
Raf, let's try putting some clothes on the puppy huh?" I teased.

"Puppy?" he asked.

I pointed at the soft little appendage between his legs. 
"Girls have pussies so I guess you've got a puppy. It's cute like 
a puppy." I teased again. "Besides, a dog is s'posed to be man's 
best friend so I guess a puppy is a boy's best friend."

Rafael gave me another one of his sweet little-boy smiles, 
showing his perfect white teeth and little bit of pink tongue. For 
the first time I saw the dimples in his cheeks. He was a cute kid 
when he smiled. Beautiful and cute.

"He's kind of a puppy I guess," he giggled as he pulled the 
tee-shirt over his head and pushed his arms through the sleeves. 
He started to giggle. "I guess he is sorta my best friend 
sometimes." 

The tee-shirt was way too big for him and it hung down 
somewhere near his knees. It covered the boy's vital equipment 
which was a bit of a disappointment to me because I was really 
starting to enjoy my naked little friend. As soon as we were both 
dressed Rafael followed me into the kitchen. I put on some coffee 
and smiled at the boy. He sat on a stool next to the counter and 
watched me with great interest.

"What's up doc?" I asked quietly.

Rafael shrugged and tried to look away. "Nuthin'. I guess I 
like watching you do stuff. What's for breaskfast?" he asked as he 
tried to change the subject.

"Uh! I don't know. What would you like? Coffee?" I teased.

Rafael giggled. "I'm a kid, I can't have coffee. I'm supposed 
to eat kid stuff."

"How about some milk?" I teased again. "I might have some 
around here I think."

"MILK? Man, I'm hungry! I need food!" he laughed.

"You want food?... For breakfast? Weird! Sure sounds like 
you're getting better fast."

I bent down and located the skillet. "How do you like your 
eggs?" I asked

"Uh? Anyway. What are you having? Eggs?" he asked.

"You trying to kill me with cholesterol or something?" I 
teased.

The boy's face crumbled and within seconds tears were rolling 
down his cheeks as he tried to cover his face with his hands. I 
went over to the boy immediately and placed my arm around his 
shoulders. I could feel him trembling again. "Raf, what's wrong? 
Why are you crying?"

The boy sniffed loudly and tried to wipe his tears away. "I 
can't help it. Mr. Baker said that too. And he died, kind of."

"Huh? You can't kind of die, Raf. You're either dead or alive. 
I plan to spend a long time alive and living with you. Who's this 
Baker guy?" I asked gently.

The boy breathed out and clenched his teeth tightly. It was a 
sure sign that he had no intention of telling me, at least not yet. 
I gently ruffled his dark glistening hair. "Okay Raf. I want you 
to tell me when you're ready, okay?"

The boy nodded and smiled. I leaned forward and lovingly 
kissed his head. I could still smell the fresh orange scent of his 
shampoo from the previous day. Rafael needed affection. He needed 
a lot of affection and a lot of love and I hugged him to me and 
kissed his head again, several times. He gave me a big grin when I 
finally stepped back to finish making eggs. I poured out some 
Special K and skim milk for me. It was my usual exciting breakfast. 
The eggs didn't turn out too bad considering that I'm a complete 
'klutz' with a skillet. I carried the food outside and we sat on 
the balcony. It was already warm and sunny, a clear sign that it 
was going to be a hot day.

After breakfast we went inside and Rafael put on the only 
clothes that he had. No underpants, but he didn't seem to mind. I 
looked outside the front door to see if the 'coast was clear' before 
Rafael and I left the apartment. We almost made it to the car 
unobserved. Almost, but not quite!

"Hello Mr. Anderson," a voice called out.

I spun around knowing that my nemesis was standing on the 
landing. She always was, the old busybody. "Damn. Come on Raf. Just 
say hi and let me handle this," I whispered under my breath as I 
turned to walk over to her.

"Hello Mrs. Davies. Nice morning isn't it? I'd like to 
introduce,... my nephew, Rafael. Raf this is Mrs. Davies. She takes 
care of me," I said, adding silently, 'the old witch.'

"Hi Mrs. Davies," Rafael said quietly.

"Hello Rafael. My but he's such a handsome boy! Oh! What on 
earth happened to his face? What a terrible bruise!" she said as 
she looked at the boy beside me.

I smiled at Rafael and placed my arm protectively around his 
shoulders as I sensed his nervousness. "He got into a fight at his 
school. An older boy wanted his lunch money. He smashed old Raf's 
face up pretty well. His mom decided to pull him out of school until 
he was better. He's spending the summer, well some of it anyway, 
here with me."

"Oh, the poor boy. The schools today as so terrible aren't 
they. Well you have a good time, Rafael. If he doesn't feed you 
properly you come right down and see me."

Rafael pulled the sweet little-boy smile again for an A plus. 
Mrs. Davies swooned. "He's a just a darling. He's so good looking. 
I had no idea you had a nephew." 

Rafael blushed right on cue and then looked at me. Mrs. Davies 
didn't see the boy's wicked grin. "Well we better be off and find 
out what happened to his bag at the airport." I laughed. With my 
arm around Rafael I pulled him towards me with a playful hug. "He's 
stronger than I am, I think," I added. "It must have been some 
fight."

"Well I'm sure I'll see you around, Rafael," Mrs. Davies 
called out as I dragged the boy away, tickling him as we went. He 
giggled loudly.

Mrs. Davies was still waving and watching as we pulled out of 
the parking lot and turned onto the street. It was pretty obvious 
that I had to find alternative accommodations, and quick.

There was a Bugle Boy factory outlet about twenty miles away 
that I thought would be the best place to take Rafael. He needed a 
lot of things and the way he looked it would easier if I avoided 
the department stores or the boutiques in the malls. It took just 
over forty minutes to get there but they were forty very funny 
minutes. Rafael was a funny kid. Almost as soon as we had gone a 
few blocks he started doing impersonations of Mrs. Davies. It was 
hilarious. He got more outrageous every minute until I was laughing 
so hard I had to give serious thought to stopping the car until I 
recovered. Before I knew it I was off the island and finding a 
parking spot in front of Bugle Boy.

It was the first time that Rafael could remember shopping for 
clothes or anything else for that matter. The range of clothes for 
a ten-year-old boy was overwhelming. The store assistant that came 
over was very helpful.She measured Rafael expertly. Twenty one inch 
waist, twenty four inch chest, twenty three inch hips. A size ten 
would fit him for at least a year, actually ten slim unless he 
wanted the baggy look. Personally I voted for the tight look. When 
a boy has a body that's as perfectly proportioned as Rafael's I 
thought he might as well flaunt it. It didn't seem to bother Rafael. 
I kept on getting erections every time Rafael came out of the 
dressing room. The boy looked sexy just about in anything. For a 
boy who had never been clothes shopping Rafael did very well. His 
taste in clothes was more exuberant than mine but he was more thirty 
years younger. Bright colors suited him. They added to his youthful 
vitality and seemed to make him even more graceful. He grinned 
nonstop.

After nearly an hour in Bugle Boy we dumped more than five 
hundred dollars of new clothes in the back of the Porsche and headed 
of to Nike. Two pair of Air's later it was off to another shoe store 
for some black-leather dress shoes. On the way back we stopped by 
the bookstore and picked up six kid-classics, the kind of thing a 
ten-year-old boy should be reading instead of murder mysteries. We 
went back to the car and unloaded.

There was one more shop left and I walked hand in hand with 
Rafael across the parking lot and into the toy store. It was another 
first for Rafael. It was Christmas and birthday all at once. For a 
boy who had owned next to nothing for his entire life, then could 
have anything he wanted, it was overwhelming. 

I could see that Rafael was both tired and confused as he 
wandered around the shop in a daze looking at everything. There 
were toys that he had never seen before and he was truly fascinated. 
There were a few things I wanted him to have and I picked them up 
as we went. An inflatable 'hippo' for the pool, a set of goggles 
and flippers, a radio controlled car - Porsche of course, two 
jigsaw puzzles and three board games. But Rafael still didn't know 
what he wanted, at least he wasn't saying. However, every time he 
went past the train set display I could see his longing look but 
he'd also seen the price sticker. Finally he wandered down to the 
back of the store and looked at the stuffed animals.

I was stunned when he walked over and picked up a teddy bear. 
It was cute, nearly as cute as Rafael, with its nearly black eyes 
and soft brown fur.

"Can I have him?" Rafael asked. I looked at the boy with 
surprise. He smiled shyly. "I never had a bear before."

I sighed and hugged the little boy to me. "Of course you can 
Raf. He looks just like you."

Rafael looked up at me curiously, "You don't think I'm a baby 
or anything?" he asked.

"No. You're not a baby." I said gently as I stroked the hair 
back from his forehead. "Let's go pay for him."

"He's nearly twenty bucks," the boy said as he looked at the 
sticker. "I'll put him back," He added guiltily.

"Remember what I said Raf. A hug is all it takes and he's paid 
for."

"But he's so expensive and,... well you've spent so much 
already and,..."

I laughed as Rafael stepped forward and burried his little 
bruised face into my chest. I held him tightly, not letting him go 
for as long as I could. Finally I had to ease him away. The boy's 
eyes were reddened. He'd been crying, not from saddness but from 
sheer happiness. He was slowly starting to love me. He grinned as 
we walked back up to the checkout and he helped me load the things 
we'd picked out onto the counter. I told him to go over to the books 
and see if there was anything else he wanted while I paid. Five 
mintes later, with our purchases in large plastic sacks we walked 
back to the car. I put them in the back seat and then started the 
car. Instead of driving to the exit I made a circle and swung past 
the toy store, stopped the car and told Rafael to wait inside 
because I had forgotten something inside the store. I went to the 
back of the car and I opened the hatch. A moment later the store 
clerk carried out a very large cardboard box and put it in the 
trunk. 

"What's that?" Rafael asked curiously as soon as I got back 
inside the car. 

I grinned. "It's my get well present to you."

As soon as we got back to our apartment and carried Rafael's 
things inside I started to fix lunch and Rafael disappeared into 
his room for a second. When he came back into the kitchen he 
undressed and put my tee-shirt back on. The coolness between his 
legs helped to take away some of the discomfort in his groin. He 
chattered endlessly as we ate, grinning again and again and teasing 
me and getting teased back. Time after time I reached over and 
ruffled his dark silky hair or stroked the softness of his cheek. 
We were becoming very close.

After lunch we spent the rest of the afternoon playing with 
Rafael's new trainset.