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!

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September, 1993. Fair use consists of copying and distributing
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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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FINAL WARNING:

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


PLAYING IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES
Chapter 9. The Third Nightmare

Remarkably, our first shower together did not involve us in 
any physical contact. This was the result of an abnormal amount of 
control on my part. All it would have taken in the slightest 
indication that it was acceptable conduct and Rafael would have 
been all over me. He tried to provoke me several times. Each time 
it took all my willpower to resist his advance. Each time my penis 
was so hard that it ached. I longed to hug the young boy against 
me and feel his wet naked body press tightly against mine. That his 
little penis did not respond to what was obviously an intense 
arousal for him helped as well but most of all it was the sight of 
his badly bruised penis and scrotum that made me keep my own raging 
desire under control. 

That, and the inescapable fact that I wanted Rafael to love 
me before we made love together. As he soaped his body I could sense 
the boy's attentive glances. His small body was white and slippery 
with soap, his hands slid up and down his slender brown torso and 
thighs. It was an intensely erotic show that he put on. It was 
calculated to arouse me beyond the limit of reasonable endurance. 
Had the boy's little penis even started to stiffen it would have 
been over in seconds. My testicles ached more than my throbbing 
hard penis, desperate to release their several days supply of sperm 
either onto or into the beautiful ten-year-old boy. It was with 
considerable relief that I finished my shampooing and took the soap 
from Rafael. He smirked at me with openly displayed enjoyment as 
he arched his back and let the water cascade down his belly and 
wash away the thick foam that now graced his chest, belly and groin.

Now it was his turn to shampoo his hair while I soaped up. He 
had to concentrate on that activity if he wasn't going to get the 
shampoo in his eyes so he had to behave. He still grinned at me 
with a lust filled eyes every opportunity that he got. Trying to 
seduce me had now become a game that we both enjoyed. My role was 
to act as the responsible adult, Rafael was the 'horny boy' with 
one thing on his mind, and it wasn't Nintendo!

Sooner or later we both knew that Rafael would win though the 
spoils of his victory would mostly be mine, at least for the time 
it took for his young body to accept mine as his master. Rafael 
followed me out of the shower and I tossed him a towel before I 
started to dry off. Most boys about Rafael's age begin to go through 
a period of self-awareness when their young bodies suddenly become 
the source of embarrassment. Rafael was the exception. Perhaps it 
was because he had grown up in the orphanage and had never known 
privacy before, perhaps it was because he trusted me implicitly, 
but Rafael seemed to be unconcerned that I saw him naked or used 
it as an opportunity to try to excite me.

He dried himself off quickly and grinned at me as he playfully 
flexed his lithe muscles while he looked at himself in the mirror. 
All the time his dark eyes were watching me behind him. It was 
another display calculated to arouse me. I grinned as I finished 
drying. 

"Assume the position, Raf," I said as I picked up the tube of 
zinc oxide and removed the cap. He bent forward over the vanity and 
placed his small hands on his cheeks to pull them apart. I had a 
quick look. There really wasn't any need for more ointment. The 
anal fissure had all but disappeared. Still, I enjoyed doing it and 
I knew that Rafael didn't mind either. Every time my finger pressed 
into his little soft anus the boy would sigh quietly and his body 
would instinctively push back to get more of my finger inside him.

I pretended that the white thick cream was lubricant as I 
smeared it into his crack. Once he pushed back even harder and my 
forefinger pushed inside him almost to the second joint before I 
pulled it back. Neither of us said anything. In that brief period 
my finger had felt the incredible heat inside him, the delicious 
tension that exists only inside a young boy's body. I felt his 
body's instinctive tremble as it tried to close me out, I felt the 
boy's body tense and brace itself, I felt his body relax before me, 
the tight sphincter slackening as he took control and tried to 
induce my finger to penetrate still further. That was, I realized 
the fundamental difference between a virgin and a boy like Rafael 
that had been violated.

Finished, I gave the boy a playful slap on his bare bottom. 
Rafael pretended injury as he shrieked and then yelped in his high-
pitched squeal. Rafael grinned as he turned around and straightened 
up. I barely saw the attack coming as I replaced the top on the 
tube of ointment. He moved quickly, swerving to the left before he 
feinted and darted to the left. His right hand flicked out and 
flipped my balls as he jerked back and ran laughing out of the 
bathroom with me hot on his heels.

 He ran into the living room and dived onto the couch as I 
came right after him. I grabbed him and held the struggling, 
laughing boy down on his back while I began to tickle him. Other 
than his still sore genitals, everything else was fair game and I 
made the most of it until Rafael was giggling hysterically and 
begging for mercy. As soon as I lightened up he tried to 'get me 
back' with lightening fast grabs at my balls. After nearly ten 
minutes of frenzied laughing and tickling we called a truce. There 
didn't seem to be any reason to get dressed for breakfast so I went 
into the kitchen. As always Rafael tagged along behind me. 

"What do you want for breakfast, Raf?" I asked. "Eggs again 
or something else?"

The boy smiled. "I want what you're having. That cereal stuff. 
Should you have coffee?"

I shrugged. "Sure, if you want but I can always mangle an 
omelette for you or something. My cooking isn't that bad. Coffee's 
not going to hurt me."

Rafael grinned as he stepped closer. He didn't stop walking 
forward until his body was pressed tightly against mine. "You're a 
great cook. A lot better than what I had at Centerville. I'm s'posed 
to take care of you, remember?"

"Yeah, but Raf that doesn't mean you have to eat cereal for 
breakfast. You're a growing boy, you need the extra food."

"You want me to get fat?" the boy teased. He pushed his belly 
out and arched his back so that he bulged forward. When all I could 
see was the beautiful curve of his spine and the lithe firm muscles 
under his skin, the pose was ridiculous.

We both started to laugh. "You're pretty sexy for a fat boy," 
I said at last. The boy exhaled and straightened up. He had tried 
to make his cheeks blow out but he had no chance while he was 
laughing. He tried one more time and then gave up in a fit of 
giggles.

He shook his head in mock severity. "I want cereal, like 
you're having, okay?" I nodded and put the skillet down. 

"Okay, Raf, I like you the way you are too. I'm not kidding 
when I told you that you had a beautiful body."

I poured out two bowls of cereal. Poured milk over both and 
passed one to the boy. He ate hungrily as he sat at the counter. I 
leaned back against the sink, and watched his graceful movements 
and his very sexy body."

"What are we going to do today?" Rafael asked as he neared the 
end of his cereal.

I looked up, dragging my attention and eyes away fro his 
smooth brown legs where I had been contemplating the slenderness 
and smoothness. "We have a big day Raf. First we've got to plan 
what to do about Luis. Then I want to go look at a condo I'm 
thinking of buying for us to live in."

"What about Luis?" Rafael asked nervously.

I wasn't sure what I should say. I didn't want to frighten the 
boy more than necessary but I also thought that he needed to know 
what I had planned during the early hours of the morning while he 
was sound asleep. "I know you're afraid of him, Raf. I know what 
happened, remember? I can't change what he did to you and the little 
girl but I can stop him from ever doing it again."

"HHHHow?" Rafael asked. He shivered slightly and his shoulders 
lifted up. The boy was cringing in fear as the terrible memories 
came back.

"The first thing is that the police need to find the girl, 
Raf. We're going to help them as well as put them on the track to 
find Luis and friends."

The boy's lips pressed tightly together. He thought deeply and 
then he whispered, "I ddddon't know. If the police find out about 
me,... they'll put me back in Centerville. We can jjjjust forget 
about it."

I shook my head and came over to Rafael. I placed my arm around 
his shoulders. "They won't, Raf. I want you to live here with me 
forever," I said gently. "You have to trust me. I've been thinking 
about how to do it so they don't know about you."

"How?" Rafael demanded. "They'll find out,... I know they 
will!"

"I'm going to write a letter and post it from Savannah this 
afternoon. It'll say that there is a girl's body in the swamp near 
where I found you and that she was murdered by a man called Luis. 
We'll tell the police that he drives a red van, and he was last 
known to live in Florida. You can describe the house and streets 
around where you stayed."

Rafael nodded slowly. He was unconvinced but there was little 
that he could say. He knew, as well as I did, that sooner or later, 
perhaps already, Luis was looking for him. It was just a matter of 
time before he found us.

After breakfast was cleaned up Rafael followed me back into 
his bedroom and I sat down before my computer. The boy stood quietly 
beside me as I typed up the letter. As far as I knew I didn't think 
there was any way that the police could identify the output from a 
laser printer, certainly not in the same way that they could 
identify something that had been typed before computers came along. 

We didn't know what the two men had done with the little girl's 
body but I suspected that they had taken it down to the edge of the 
swamp in the hope that the alligators would carry it off. It would 
likely be somewhere on the western side of I-95, around where I had 
picked up Rafael. I described the area as well as Rafael could 
remember and gave some approximate distances from the exits. It 
wasn't very accurate but it would have to do.

Even the description of Luis was vague. Still, I thought there 
couldn't be too many drug dealers in the Palm Beach area that met 
the description we provided. Rafael had started by being very quiet 
and unco-operative but by the time I was nearly finished he was 
getting interested.

"You know," he smiled, "I think it might work. If they catch 
Luis we won't have to worry. I don't think the police will ever 
know about me. Luis isn't going to tell them there was a witness."

I grinned. I hoped that there was enough evidence to convict 
Luis. There might be fingerprints and there was very likely some 
semen inside the girl, even though a lot had gone into Rafael's 
belly a few hours earlier. That was a very unpleasant thought and 
I tried to forget what Luis had done. It was horrible to think how 
close Rafael had been to being strangled as the man's penis had 
rammed into his slender neck. Except for the occassional hoarseness 
the boy seemed to have recovered that that terror at least.

While I printed off the letter, Rafael dressed himself. It 
took quite a long time to print the letter and address the envelope. 
I wanted to be absolutely certain that there was no way that the 
police could ever connect me with it. Fingerprints were my main 
concern. I handled the paper by the edge and then wrapped my 
handkerchief around my fingers to fold it and put it into an 
envelope that I had selected carefully from the middle of five 
hundred others. I placed that envelope in a folder so that I would 
not touch it accidently. Maybe I was too cautious.

Rafael appeared to be in a lot less pain this morning than he 
had been previously. His energy and vitality were gradually being 
restored but he still had a long way to go. He followed me into my 
bedroom and sat on the bed as I dressed. The boy never took his 
eyes off me the entire time. It was just after nine o'clock when 
we went down to the car.

                        +++++

The drive into Savannah took more than an hour. I was even 
cautious about attaching the stamp but then I read a lot of 
detective stories! We posted the letter in a mailbox outside the 
main post office and walked away. I had no wish to drive home and 
we spent a very enjoyable hour walking on the waterfront boulevard 
before the tourists were around and before the sun was too strong. 
As soon as the Maritime Museum opened at eleven we went inside. It 
was cool and dark inside. We ambled from one exhibit to another. 
Not much of a museum but a lot of fun for a ten-year-old boy who 
was fascinated by the sailing ships of a bygone era. I had been a 
sailor for years and I knew a little bit about 'four-mast-ers'. The 
boy was both a quick learner and an eager pupil. It was also a good 
opportunity to practice his reading. We took turns to read the 
information cards that came with each exhibit.

We emerged into the hot afternoon sun several hours later. 
Rafael and I had a wonderful time in the museum but we were both 
hungry. We ambled down the old cobblestoned boulevard looking at 
the shops and restaurants for the second time that day. A couple 
of times people stared at the boy when they noticed the dark bruise 
on the side of his face. It was a lot better than it had been the 
previous day but it was still quite noticeable. I made a point of 
keeping my arm around the boy's shoulders, first because it felt 
good and second because it made us look like father and son. Father 
and son! The idea of Rafael as the son I had never had captivated 
me.

We finally decided to have a picnic lunch in a little park 
near an old wooden schooner. We walked over to a 'take-out' shop 
and bought sandwiches and drinks. We sat down on the grass, ate our 
lunch and talked about the old schooner. It was a lot of fun. It 
was like our first date. 

As Rafael talked about the schooner and how much he liked it 
I was more than convinced that I should buy the waterfront 
condominium. There was a deep water dock right outside the door and 
with luck I might be able to afford a boat as well.  

After lunch it was time to 'blow' Savannah. It was already in 
the low nineties and getting hotter. The Porsche was terribly hot 
inside so I opened the windows and the sun-roof for the drive back. 
As we approached the island I used the car phone to call the real 
estate agent who was handling the sale of the condo I was interested 
in. I had been hoping that he would be able to show it to us today 
and I was prepared to close the deal right then if Rafael liked it. 
Rafael had never used a car phone before and I had him dial the 
number and switch on the speaker phone. He grinned broadly, barely 
able to believe that we were doing sixty miles and hour and talking 
on the telephone.

"Island Real Estate. Bill Duffy, here."

"Hi Bill! It's John. Remember you showed me a condo a few weeks 
ago. The waterfront one near the nature preserve." I said.

"Sure. Of course. It's still for sale," he said.

"I was wondering if I could see it this afternoon. My,... son 
is here with me and it looks as if he'll be moving in with me. I 
wanted to get this worked out today if I could."

Rafael gave me a big, very happy grin. His eyes shone with 
delight.

"Oh! That's great! I'm sorry but this is bad timing. I'm on 
my way to meet a client," Bill said.

"Well maybe tomorrow then?" I asked. There wasn't much I could 
say but I could see that Rafael was disappointed.

"No! I have an idea. If you come by the office I can leave the 
key for you. You and your son can have a good look at it. I'll drop 
by later on and we can talk then."

I smiled. "Great idea! I'll see you later."

The afternoon traffic was already busy on the main road. Too 
many traffic lights and too many cars. That is the biggest problem 
with living at a tourist resort though it is offset by a steady 
influx of money and some great restaurants. Luckily there were a 
few quiet places on the island where the tourists generally don't 
get to and the 'condo' was in one of them. It is reached by a narrow 
road that winds through a nature preserve in one of the very 
exclusive 'plantations'. The condominium was one of twentyothers 
that had been built a few years earlier on the small cove that 
opened onto the Inter-coastal Waterway. I parked the car under one 
of the big magnolia trees in the fore-court and walked with Rafael 
across to the 'condo' that would soon be our home.

The boy was quivering with excitement. He had never seen a 
place that was quite as beautiful or as expensive. I opened the 
front door and he followed me inside. The air conditioning had been 
left on 'low' but it was still a lot cooler inside. 

For the first time I realized that it would make the perfect 
home for the two of us. There were two bedrooms. The one upstairs 
would be mine, and I hoped for Rafael as well, while the bedroom 
downstairs that would be his, or appear to be his, when inquisitive 
friends came to visit. There was a study upstairs as well and like 
the bedroom, it looked out over the living room and dining room 
below. There were spectaular views through the sliding glass doors 
to the dock and the cove beyond. I took the boy by the hand and led 
him though the rooms. He was all eyes. He grinned constantly. 
Compared to the tiny room he had lived in at Centerville and even 
my apartment, this place was a palace. After we had inspected the 
kitchen, dining and living rooms he followed me into his 'bedroom'.

"This can be your room, Raf," I said.

The boy looked around and smiled happily. There were two twin 
beds that had brightly colored bedspreads. The 'condo' was being 
sold fully furnished, a good thing too because there wasn't much 
that I wanted to bring with us. There wasn't much to do to convert 
it into the ideal room for a ten-year-old boy. Suddenly his face 
fell. "You,.. want me,... to sleep,... in here?" he asked 
awkwardly.

I turned and looked at him and smiled as I shook my head. 
"That's up to you. When you're better,... well you can sleep where 
you like, I guess."

The boy swallowed nervously as the most important question he 
had ever asked me formed in his mind. "With you?" he whispered.

"If that's what you want," I said noncommitedly. I wanted to 
shout out "YES".

"Do you,... want me to?" the boy asked shyly. He paused and 
breathed out slowly. "Don't you want to sleep with me?"

I shrugged, still trying to play it 'cool' but my penis had 
other ideas as it went from basic-blood-supply to raging erection 
in about one second flat! "Uh,.." I stalled and sucked my bottom 
lip.

"Well?" he demanded.

"What do you think?" I asked. I wanted it to be Rafael's 
decision. I didn't want to think that I had seduced him. I wanted 
Rafael as a very willing partner, not a frightened little boy who 
had turned to me when there seemed no other way for him to survive.

He smirked cheekily. "I think you want to fuck me!" He started 
to giggle as he looked down at the very large bulge in the front 
of my shorts. "At least HE DOES! I'm not so sure about you," he 
teased.

I blushed at the boy's sudden obscenity. It turned me on even 
more and my penis lurched in my shorts and began to throb hungrily. 
"Of course I want you in my bed, you little dummy." I started to 
laugh. "Do you think I'm straight or something?  But, well,... what 
about our friends?" I asked.

"What about them?" Rafael asked in surprise.

"What are they going to say about the uh,... sleeping 
arrangements, huh Raf?" I answered.

Rafael thought for a few seconds and then he smiled shyly. 
"Yeah, I see what you mean." He started to giggle, "So,... this is 
my 'room' as far as anyone else knows?" I nodded. "And I sleep 
upstairs with you?"

I nodded again. "Only if you want to, Raf. You don't have to 
do anything you don't want to. This isn't Centerville, okay? Here 
you decide what you want to do."

Rafael nodded. "So, let's go see OUR bedroom," he shouted. I 
started to laugh and he joined me. Th boy could always change his 
mind of course but I knew his decision, my decision, our decision 
had been made at last. I took his hand in mine and we walked hand 
in hand up the stairs to the second floor. I led him into the study 
first. Needless to say he wasn't very interested in that room until 
I explained that he could do his homework there or read on the couch 
while I worked in the evenings and even if he was watching 
television in the living room I'd still be visible to him.

At long last I took him into the room we had both been waiting 
for. Our bedroom was nothing less that spectacular. The ceiling was 
vaulted as it followed the roof and it reached it's highest point 
directly over the king-sized bed. Rafael looked at me in amazement. 
"What a bed!" he exclaimed. "I've never seen one that big."

"Just about the right size for a ten-year-old boy to have a 
lot of fun in I guess," I teased. "Big enough for a pillow fight 
and anything else you want to do," I added.

Rafael smirked and pressed his hand into the mattress. He 
remembered the narrow beds and the hard mattresses at Centerville. 
He remembered the uncomfortable plastic covers and how he had 
sweated on hot nights. He remembered how Cal had been thrusting so 
hard that he pushed him up against the wall. He remembered how Cal 
had elbowed him with painful jabs into his ribs to make more room 
when he was too drained to go back to his own bed. The bed was huge 
and soft and wonderful.

"Are you really going to buy this place?" the boy asked 
quietly.

"Do you want to live here, Raf?" I asked as I sat down on the 
right-hand side of the bed and staked out my 'territory'. I looked 
up at the little boy before me and smiled.

He smiled back at me and nodded, "I want to live here with you 
more than anything in the whole world.... It must be terribly 
expensive."

I didn't answer. I sat quietly looking up at the beautiful 
young boy, looking into his deep dark liquid eyes. He returned my 
gaze. It was as if I could see the boy's soul. I reached forward 
and took his small soft hand in mine. His little fingers enclosed 
my thumb and he squeezed possessively. "I want you here with me 
more than anything in the whole world," I whispered. "I don't think 
I could survive without you."

Rafael shifted on his feet uncomfortably. "How did you know 
that?" he asked uncertainly.

"Huh?" 

"That's what I was thinking right as you said it. I thought I 
would die if you didn't want me here with you," he said.

I pulled the boy towards me and he came down onto the bed and 
knelt over me. He grinned triumphantly as he enjoyed his position 
of power. I wanted to tell Rafael that I loved him but I didn't. I 
wanted to hear him say that he loved me but I knew that the words 
would come in time. He needed time to sort out his own feelings 
from the confusion of thoughts and desires that now filled him. 
Above all, he needed affection without the demanding pressure of 
sex. I was unable to resist the desire that so quickly that it 
easily overpowered me. I gently stroked his bare brown thighs, 
sliding my fingers up and down the smooth soft flesh from his little 
knees to the start of his shorts.

"You wanna mess around?" he asked. His voice trembled with 
excitement and the expression on his face was one of unbridled 
lust. He shook his head and his dark hair jumped as he answered his 
own question. "You want to,... but you won't, right?" I nodded and 
pushed my hands further up his thighs, lifting his shorts upward 
and exposing more of his legs. "Not till I get a hard-on, right? 
So what happens if,... well if I can't get it stiff again?"

The answer to that question had been bothering me too. I 
sighed. "That's not going to happen. It may take some time but you 
will,... eventually."

"What if it takes a long time,.... like months? Are we still 
going to wait?" he asked curiously.

I smiled at the excited little boy. "Then when you're better 
down there, okay?"

"Not till I'm better? How long?"

"Maybe a few more weeks. I want to take you back to the doctor 
again and make sure you're okay first," I answered.

"A few weeks,..." the boy said with disappointment. "That's 
so long."

"It'll be gone before you even know it. We'll both enjoy it 
more when it doesn't hurt any more. You'll just have to be patient, 
Raf."

I stopped pushing his shorts up when the tips of my fingers 
touched the warmth of his groin. I hadn't meant to go that far and 
Rafael had no intention of stopping me. He smiled. "I guess.... You 
don't have to stop," he whispered urgently.

"Yes I do," I said as I pulled my hands away and straightened 
out the crumpled cloth of this shorts. "I'm sorry, Raf. I want to 
too, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," the boy said as his arousal diminished. He 
moved away to one side. I sat up and hugged him tightly. The words 
'I love you', filled my consciousness until I could think of 
nothing else.

Rafael looked around the room and then back at me. "I really 
like you a lot.... I,..."

He stopped at that instant as we heard the front door open. 
His sentence was unfinished and his thought was still unspoken.

"Hello! Anyone home," a voice called out.

"It's Bill Duffy," I whispered as I came to my feet. "Upstairs 
Bill," I called out loudly. Rafael helped me straighten the 
wrinkles out of the bedspread and he ambled over and looked over 
the balcony and out the window below as Bill came into the room. 
We shook hands and I introduced Rafael.

"My ex is Puerto Rican," I explained. "Raf was living with her 
up till a few days ago. Poor kid got in a fight at school and that 
was the last straw for her. If everything works out okay it looks 
as if he'll be living with me from now on."

Bill nodded at the beautiful boy standing beside me. 
"Certainly got a real 'shiner, haven't you?" he teased Rafael. He 
turned back to me, "He's a handsome kid."

Rafael smiled at me as we shared the compliment. "You should'a 
seen the other kid," my boy rejoined.

Bill laughed kindly as he looked at the slender boy. It was 
impossible to imagine Rafael inflicting real damage on anyone. "You 
guys been out on the deck yet?" he asked. He walked over to the 
curtains and drew then back, unlocked the door and pushed it open. 
We followed him out onto the enclosed deck that formed the 'roof' 
to the garage below. It was sunny and very private. "I always 
thought it would be a good idea to put one of those jacuzzi things 
out here," Bill said to me. "It'd be a lot of fun in the winter or 
when you didn't feel like you wanted to go down to the pool. It's 
real private up here."

"There's a swimming pool too?" Rafael asked excitedly.

Bill grinned. Rafael was an easy customer. "Yup! Right over 
there, 'bout a hundred feet from here," he said as he gestured 
towards the left side.

"Wow!" the boy exclaimed.

Bill turned back to me and raised his eyebrows questioningly. 
"Well?"

I smiled, "Maybe. Two-twenty is pretty steep, Bill. We both 
know it's not worth that, not even with your jacuzzi. The market 
is at rock-bottom too."

"So make an offer," Bill said. "All they can do is say no. 
Your son certainly seems to like it."

"Bill, let me be honest. I'm prepared to do one-eighty right 
now if your side will repaint it and put in the jacuzzi?"

The real estate agent feigned shock. "One eighty?"

"I think that's what he said," Rafael piped in.

I grinned at the boy and Bill laughed. "Smart little bugger 
isn't he?"

"It's been on the market for a year. I'm no expert but I figure 
one-eighty is fair, considering the market is real slow." I 
shrugged. "It's kind of a take it or leave it offer, Bill. I'm not 
going higher. It all depends on how much your client wants the 
money."

Bill nodded slowly. "Let me call them. They're local." He 
turned and walked back into the bedroom, leaving Rafael and me 
outside. 

"This is really neat up here," Rafael grinned.

"Huh?" I asked absently.

"You could suntan in the raw and no one would ever see you," 
he giggled.

"You could do a lot of things up here and nobody would know," 
I added.

"Like what?" Rafael teased.

I grinned and playfully rubbed my very erect penis through my 
shorts. "I really hope they take our offer. The jacuzzi sounds like 
a great idea too."

We talked for a few minutes until Bill came back out to join 
us. He looked happy. His commission was five percent and he had 
just made nine thousand dollars. We went downstairs and wrote out 
the formal offer. I gave him a check for eighteen thousand dollars 
and we drove home. I would need to sell off some stock and borrow 
some money but I was excited. So was Rafael and he chattered 
incessantly the entire way back to our apartment.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool after I made 
sure that Rafael put on his shorts instead of his micro-briefs. I 
was taking no risks with someone spotting the dark bruises and 
discolored flesh of his lower belly and on the inside of his thighs. 
With his shorts on everything was covered and other than the 
purple-brown mark over his cheek and his still-blackened eye there 
was no other obvious damage. Rafael was in high spirits as he waited 
impatiently for me to inflate the 'hippo'. We carried it clumsily 
down the stairs, laughing as we bumped into each other 
deliberately. About halfway down the stairs Rafael decided to call 
the 'hippo' by my name and I was referred to as the 'hippo'.

The boy had started to tease me on the way home and for a while 
I decided to let him get away with it. I was no child psychologist 
but it seemed to be an important part of his psyche. Perhaps he was 
testing the limits to see how far he could go before I disciplined 
him and exerted my adult role in his life. Alternatively, I thought 
that he might have been teasing me as a way of consolidating our 
friendship. But the more I thought about it, the more I considered 
it likely that Rafael was falling in love with me and he didn't 
understand how to control the strange new feelings that came to 
him. Frightened by the first strong emotional attachment in his 
life, Rafael was backing away and trying to become more comfortable 
with me before he accepted and returned my love. At least that was 
what I hoped was happening.

Once we reached the pool he seemed to quieten down a bit though 
he quickly reverted to his ebullient self as soon as we were in the 
water. We splashed, romped and played together more than any father 
and son would normally do and I knew that we were attracting 
unnecessary attention. Still, it was too much fun to stop. His 
favorite trick was to put his legs around the 'hippo's neck and 
hold on tight while I swam underneath and surfaced directly below 
him. The objective was to knock him off and my efforts earned me 
the fond nickname of 'sperm whale'. When people weren't around, my 
official title was shortened to 'spermie' and whispered with crude 
leers or playful swipes at my groin. Rafael knew he was relatively 
safe from my revenge and he exploited his advantage at every 
opportunity. He also knew exactly what he had in mind because while 
his own ability to produce the little wrigglers was still several 
years away at best, or at worst, entirely doubtful, he understood 
exactly what sperm were, where they came from and where they went. 
That was, if reproduction was not an issue!

Just after five o'clock we climbed out of the pool and lay 
down on deck chairs that we placed side by side. The afternoon sun 
was still strong but one look at Rafael's brown body was enough to 
know that he didn't need much in the way of protection. We sun-
baked and swam, then caught the final rays of the dying sun before 
we went up for dinner. By eight o'clock my beautiful young boy was 
yawning and stretching and I went into the bathroom with him. We 
brushed our teeth and I watched from the 'corner of my eye' as 
Rafael urinated. The boy directed a thin stream of almost lemon-
colored urine into the center of the bowl with deadly accuracy and 
control. He turned and smiled at me as he shook the last tiny 
droplets out.

"I'm s'posed to pull the skin back and clean it so it doesn't 
get dirty and start to smell," he said, then he smiled again, "but 
I can't 'cause the skin's too tight. I used to get it stiff and 
then pull it back."

I nodded. "Does it feel dirty underneath," I asked.

Rafael nodded, "Yeah, I guess."

"You want me to have a look?" I asked.

Rafael grinned. "You wanna look at my dick?" he teased. 
"You're a dirty old man!"

"I want to do more than just look," I laughed. "Come here, 
Raf," I added as I moved over and sat down on the edge of the 
bathtub.

Rafael grinned and he turned to face me. His hands were on his 
hips and he smirked at me with a challenging look as he pushed his 
wet swimming costume all the way down to the floor. He took a single 
step, stepped out of them and stopped. Now totally naked, his 
cheeky smirk changed to a shy smile and he took another step so 
that he was standing next to me. Gently I lifted his little thin 
penis up and inspected it carefully. It was dark with bruises and 
the skin on one side was scraped where it had been abraded by the 
vicious kicks. His foreskin did seem unnaturally tight. The glans 
was completely covered by it and the end of his foreskin formed a 
tiny puckered point. The opening seemed very small, far too small 
to accommodate the small, hidden glans.

"The doctor at Centerville said I might have to get it cut off 
when I'm older. That is if it doesn't get looser," Rafael 
volunteered. "I really wished it looked like yours."

I grinned at the boy. "Well I'm glad you haven't been 
circumcised. If I had a son that's the last thing I would ever do 
to him." 

Rafael gave me the sweetest smile. "I wish I was your son," 
he said. He paused a second, he trembled and then he began to shake 
as the words overwhelmed him. Tears formed in his eyes and he turned 
and bolted out of the bathroom. I followed him into his bedroom. 
He lay face down on his bed, burying his head into the pillow to 
escape the anguish in his mind.

"You can't be my real son, Raf." I whispered 

The boy sobbed loudly and pushed his head down, trying to 
cover his ears and block me out. "Just leave me alone, okay," he 
wailed. I started to leave and the boy twisted over onto his back. 
"No! Don't! Please?" he cried. I came back into the room and sat 
down on the edge of the bed next to him. Lovingly I caressed his 
dark silky hair, rubbing my fingers against his scalp as I massaged 
his head. 

"You don't have to be my son, Raf,... for me to love you," I 
said gently. The boy was very quiet for a long while before the 
tension faded and he stopped fighting me. In the light that came 
through the door, one side, the bruised side, of his face was in 
shadow. Even in the dim light Rafael was a very beautiful boy. He 
was far too beautiful to be a boy. His facial features were not 
feminine but neither were they masculine. His beauty was timeless.

 My right hand moved in a circular motion up and down the boy's 
narrow chest. It relaxed him and he gradually drifted off to sleep. 
I stayed next to him for hours. Long hours, until I was sleepy 
myself and I finally leaned forward and kissed the boy's soft warm 
cheek. "God I love you," I whispered. "Sleep well my beautiful 
prince."

I stood up and tiptoed out of the room. In my own bed, sleep 
evaded me. Constantly I listened, half-awake, half-asleep, my ears 
tuned for any sound from the boy next door. Sometime after midnight 
I fell asleep. During the last three nights I had slept perhaps a 
total of ten or twelve hours and it was beginning to catch up with 
me. Time and time again I woke up, sometimes dozing off for only 
minutes at a time. Twice I wandered into Rafael's room and stood 
in the darkness and looked down at the sleeping boy. I loved him. 
I loved him more than I could stand. I stayed with him for five 
minutes or more, waiting and watching over him protectively before 
I went back to bed and tried to sleep again.

It seemed as if the boy's cry penetrated my consciousness 
almost as soon as I settled down and my eyes closed. It was a single 
cry and I leaped up and rushed into the boy's room. Rafael was 
shaking and he cried loudly. He was naked and the sheet I had placed 
over him was pushed to the bottom of the bed.

"I wet the bed," he breathed out in horror. "I peed all over!"

There was a large dark wet stain spreading out on the sheets 
underneath him. I shrugged. "It'll wash out, Raf. There's no reason 
to cry," I said gently. "You had another nightmare didn't you?" I 
asked.

The boy nodded as he wiped his cheeks with the corner of the 
sheet that was still dry. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Raf. It's okay," I said. 
I reached out and placed one arm around his back and the other under 
his legs. I lifted him easily and for the third time in as many 
nights I lifted him up and carried him into my bedroom. I eased him 
down so that he stood up. He shivered continuously, not cold, not 
afraid, just unable able to control his tired ravaged body any 
longer. The boy's body was wet with his urine and I went into the 
bathroom for a wash cloth and a towel. I carefully wiped him clean 
and then dried him off. Still shivering, the little boy climbed 
into my bed and I lay down behind him. Automatically Rafael 
squeezed back against me, seeking the warmth of my body. I placed 
one arm around his chest and hugged him.

"You want to tell me Raf?" I asked gently.

"I s'pose. I dreamed about Cal. He's the boy that.... " He 
stopped and twisted onto his side and looked at me guiltily.

I nodded uncertainly. "He's the boy you first had sex with?" 
I prompted.

Rafael moved his head so that he was staring at the ceiling. 
"He put his dick in me. Mr. Edwards had him do it so,... so I was 
ready for Mr. Baker. For what I was s'posed to do with him."

My mouth fell open in surprise. Even though I was exhausted I 
listened attentively as Rafael poured out the story. Unlike the two 
nights before, his memory was clear and he described in all-too-
vivid detail what had happened night after night with Cal. He told 
me about the first night when Cal had forced him down. Rafael didn't 
understand that he had been raped, he expected it always happened 
like that. He told me about the first night when he didn't fight 
back. That was the first night of many nights. His spirit, like his 
young body was broken and Cal knew it. From then on it got worse 
and he was unable to resist Cal's nightly forays into his bed. Then, 
as the weeks passed he began to look forward to the older boy's 
attention. At least then he wasn't lonely any more.

Rafael told me how he had discovered that a man could have sex 
with a boy. He described what happened and how he felt as he watched 
Cal and Mr. Edwards. After that he could think of little else. After 
that, he was never the same again. I held him tightly as the ten-
year-old boy emptied his shame and pain, then kissed his soft dark 
hair as he slowly fell asleep again.