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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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 10. The Fourth Nightmare

I slept in until quite late on Monday morning. When I finally 
awoke it was after I had dreamed of Rafael naked and playing in 
what would soon be our new home. The time was about ten o'clock 
when I opened one eye tentatively and peered at the world. All I 
could see was beautiful brown flesh. It was smooth and hairless and 
without blemish. As my solitary eye focused and shifted I could see 
the contour change, the shading variation as his flank curved to 
his back or to his belly. Thin ripples of skin formed and thickened 
at his waist. I sighed and snuggled closer, pressing my nose into 
the soft, smooth warmth. The boy's body had a faint chlorine smell 
and I slowly remembered that we had both gone to bed without 
showering after our afternoon swim. Rafael giggled and looked down 
at me as my nose rubbed against his skin. He giggled again as my 
tongue gently licked over the silky skin.

"Hmmmmm, you taste good," I murmurred sleepily. I wriggled my 
tongue and licked him again.

"That tickles!" the boy admonished playfully.

"I think it's supposed to, Raf," I murmured. I licked his side 
again, going further this time from his bony little hip and upward 
to the start of his ribs. The boy's skin was like velvet and he 
trembled slightly as gooseflesh started to form on his chest and 
belly.

"You slept forever," he said. "I thought you were never going 
to wake up."

I sighed and gave him a playful kiss, feeling my own saliva 
wet on my lips. There was a glistening moist trail over the boy's 
flank. "You kept me up most of the night," I teased.

"You gonna eat me or something," Rafael asked. "Anyway, I 
thought we weren't s'posed to mess around 'till I got better." I 
pulled away guiltily. The boy smirked and moved back so that his 
side was pressing against my lips. "I like you doing that," he 
whispered. "Keep doing it. It feels kinda nice."

"I'm sure hope it does because one day I'm going to eat you 
all up," I laughed as I sat up. The sheet had been draped over my 
thighs and now it fell away. My penis was rigid. Fully erect with 
morning stiffness, it seemed even thicker and longer than normal. 
I tried to remember my dream of Rafael. I could see him running 
naked through the condominium and he leaped onto our bed. His 
little penis was stiff and standing straight up in the air as he 
toppled into my arms. My arms locked around him and I rolled him 
onto his back and..... I smiled. My dream was sitting right beside 
me.

"What's so funny?" Rafael demanded.

"I was dreaming of you right before I woke up and I was trying 
to remember what happened," I answered.

The boy smiled shyly, "And?"

I laughed and sighed with the sweet memory of his young body 
joined to mine. "Hmmmm.... Maybe when you're older," I teased, 
"Like fourteen or fifteen, I'll tell you."

The boy pretended to pout, pushing his bottom lip out like a 
ten-year-old in a bad mood. I started to laugh. "Come on, tell me, 
'Hippo'," he begged. "I'll tell you my dream." I shook my head, 
pressing my lips together in mock determination. Rafael was 
adamant. "Tell me," he insisted.

I gave in to his demand. "I dreamed we made love," I said 
quietly.

"Huh?" 

"I dreamed we did it in the 'condo', Raf," I added.

Rafael smiled shyly. "I dreamed that too," he whispered. There 
was along silence. Rafael looked at the book he'd been trying to 
read before I woke up. He breathed out. "What I said last night,... 
about Cal and all that?" he began hesitantly.

I nodded and gently stroked his small thin shoulder, "Yeah, 
what about it?" I had had a long time to think about what had 
happened to Rafael and it saddened me. At first he had been a 
frightened and lonely little boy whose strange and confusing desire 
was beginning to emerge. What Cal and Edwards had done to him was 
depraved. A hundred times at least, perhaps as many as two hundred 
times, Cal had sodomized the little boy. He had sodomized Rafael 
repeatedly until he had broken. He had been systematically 
corrupted. His natural inclination, his curiosity and innocence had 
been replaced by a perverted craving that the boy had no control 
over. It was impossible to thing of Edwards as anything other than 
a vile, foul animal.

"Are you angry?" he asked nervously. "I don't what you to be 
mad at me. I couldn't help it. Sometimes I wanted to stop so badly 
but I couldn't."

"It's all in the past, Raf. I want you to forget what happened.  
All I care about is our future. Besides I know you couldn't help 
it. What Cal and Edwards did to you was terribly wrong but it's 
over now."

Rafael breathed out. "At first I didn't want to," he said 
quietly. He looked away as the guilt and shame came back to torment 
him. When he spoke his voice was barely audible. "Then,... I wanted 
to. I wanted Cal to do it to me. It felt so good inside me once it 
stopped hurting.... Sometimes it was more than I could stand 
and...."

I smiled. "You're a very sexy boy, Raf. You can't help those 
feelings. You can't stop them. Your body is made so that you enjoy 
it. Wanting to do it,... well it's only natural." I stroked his 
neck gently, curling my fingers in his long silky hair. "I want you 
to be the same way with me too," I added.

The boy nodded. For the first time in three months Rafael 
stopped hating himself. "I still wish I hadn't done it. I only ever 
want to do it with you, from now on," he murmured.

"I hope so Raf, because that's exactly how I feel about you," 
I answered. I smiled. "I'm hungry. I'm so hungry I could eat a ten-
year-old boy," I teased.

Rafael giggled, "You're just a hungry 'hippo'. How much are 
you gonna eat? All of me, or just my tummy?"

I roared ferociously, less like a hippopotamus, and more like 
a lion with laryngitis. "All of you! Every...thing!"

Rafael giggled again. "Every...thing?" I nodded. "OKAY! 
'Hippo' do it!" he shouted flopping back into the pillows with his 
arms above his head.

We both started to laugh. It was infectious laughter, the more 
Rafael laughed, the more I laughed, and the more he laughed. It 
went on and on until we were out of control. Then I lay half-over 
his naked wriggling body and I started to tickle him. After a few 
hysterical seconds his laugh changed to a high pitched yelp. I 
stopped instantly, knowing that I had hurt him. "I'm sorry, Raf. I 
didn't mean to hurt you," I said apologetically.

The boy winced in discomfort. "I know that, you dumb 'hippo'," 
he teased. "I guess it still hurts pretty bad in my balls. It was 
okay at first and then they got real sore all of a sudden."

I lifted away from him and his little hand moved to cup his 
injured part. His fingers stroked the bruised flesh gently. I 
leaned forward and his head turned toward me. The kiss I was 
intending for the top of his head brushed against his forehead. 

"Anyway, it's time for breakfast, Raf," I said as I climbed 
off the boy and came to my feet.

My hard penis slapped against my stomach and Rafael smirked 
as he sat up in the bed. "He's pretty big,... for a 'hippo'," he 
teased.

I glanced down and smirked at the boy. "The question is Raf, 
is he too big for you?"

Rafael blushed. He shrugged, swallowed nervously, then licked 
his lips. He looked at me silently. I could see his chest moving 
as he breathed excitedly. "No!" he said quietly then very 
emphatically added, "He'll hurt but I don't care."

I grabbed the boy by the hand and pulled him out of bed, not 
roughly but using just enough strength so that he knew he was 
'boss'. We were both naked and we stood facing each other. The top 
of Rafael's head did not even reach my chest. He tilted his head 
back and smirked then pressed his belly hard against my throbbing 
penis. He held himself against me with my penis forced firmly into 
the soft skin of his belly and chest for long, wonderful seconds. 
The heat we shared was overpowering. Slowly he eased back and 
started to move, rocking his hips and chest so that my penis was 
rubbed against him. The swollen glans reached to the boy's breast 
and he moved across it, going from one tiny nipple to the other. I 
closed my eyes no longer able to resist. My orgasm was only a few 
seconds away when the phone rang. I was ready to ejaculate and my 
testicles tightened as the moment I had longed for ever since I had 
met Rafael approached. I tried to decide whether I should push 
Rafael away at the last moment so that my semen missed him. Never 
before had the telephone seemed so insistent. The ring was urgent, 
nearly as urgent as Rafael's movements against me. The boy knew I 
was close and this time he fully intended to finish what he had 
started.

Rafael pressed harder against me until his ribs squeezed 
tightly into me and compacted my penis in the shallow furrow in the 
center of his chest. His movement changed from side to side to up 
and down and I felt the boy's chest heaving with his stressed 
breathing. The change in his motion only postponed the inevitable 
but it gave me a moment's respite from the pressure building inside 
me. It seemed as if every muscle in his slender naked body was 
turned over to one purpose, that of producing the most intense 
orgasm in me that I had ever known. My testicles seemed impossibly 
tight, as if they were squeezing every out last sperm for him. The 
pressure in my penis was unbearable. It felt as if every drop of 
my semen was ready to explode out between us but the boy prolonged 
my agony by slowing his up and down motion until his own breathing 
was as rapid and ragged as my own.

 My hands slipped down his smooth warm body, travelling the 
delicious contour of the slender brown back. My hands paused 
momentarily to marvel at the narrowness of his waist, then down to 
his smooth rounded buttocks to cup each firm small cheek. The boy 
sighed as he felt my fingers press into the start of his crack and 
grasp the resilient soft flesh of each cheek. My thumbs hooked 
around his hips and I started to lift his young body upward to meet 
mine, matching his motion with my own gasps for air. I still had 
not decided whether I would ejaculate between us though it was the 
obvious thing to do. Part of me was reluctant to soil the boy's 
beautiful body like that. It seemed as if my semen would pollute 
him and destroy what innocence still remained for him.

Rafael took the decision out of my hands. "Do it on me!" he 
demanded. His voice was tense and strangely high-pitched, almost 
girl-like as he pressed even harder against me. "Do it all over 
me!" he pleaded. "I want you to cum on me," he begged. There was 
no mistaking the ravenous animal lust in his voice.

The boy's rapacious obscenity and the still ringing telephone 
terminated my lust with a painful finality. Rafael was only ten 
years old and he was pleading for me to empty my semen over him. 
Shocked, I pulled away and pushed Rafael back at the same time. The 
sordid lust in his boy-soprano voice had terrified me. My erection 
faltered and began to fade as I looked at him sadly. Both of us 
were breathless.

The boy's dark eyes flashed at me angrily, his desire thwarted 
at the last moment. "You better answer the fuckin' phone," he said 
tiredly.

"Raf,... I'm sorry honey... Not like this... Not yet," I said 
quietly.

The boy shrugged and then glanced down at his still limp 
penis. "I should have been a fucking girl!" he shouted as he ran 
out of the room and into the bathroom. He slammed the door loudly 
behind him.

I went into the living room and picked up the telephone. I 
hated myself, I loved Rafael. It was Bill Duffy with a question 
about a date for the closing. I controlled my anger and spoke 
quietly, worrying about the frustrated boy in the bathroom. He had 
failed and his ego had been destroyed at a time when his self-
confidence was at its lowest. Bill went on and on about the property 
and I answered his questions as best I could under the 
circumstances. I wanted to go to Rafael and hug him tightly. I 
wanted to cuddle him and tell him that I loved him and I wanted to 
pick up where we had left off. Bill talked about the jacuzzi and 
the size and color that I wanted. All I could think of was the 
disconcerted little boy in the bathroom. 

I sensed Rafael's presence long before I heard him. I turned 
around. Naked, beautiful Rafael was standing in the doorway. Even 
from where I stood I could see that he had been crying. His cheeks 
were still wet and his eyes were reddened. He wiped his eyes with 
the back of his fingers and smiled weakly as we looked at each 
other. I said good-bye to Bill and put the phone down and Rafael 
and I just stared at each other in silence. My entire consciousness 
was dominated by a single thought; how much I loved Rafael. My eyes 
travelled up and down his slender brown body and I absorbed him, 
taking in everything that he was, from his quirky shy smile to the 
nervous shuffling of his feet on the carpet. He was reluctant to 
breach the chasm that had suddenly opened between us. I reached out 
my arms and his little smile widened into a grin. Rafael crossed 
the ten or twelve feet between us in a single bound and I crushed 
his naked body against mine. We clasped each other tightly, our 
arms locking around each other's waists and hugging almost hard 
enough to hurt.

"I'm sorry," Rafael whispered.

"I'm sorry too, Raf," I returned. My hands moved upwards and 
I held his little head. He looked up at me and our eyes met. Again 
it seemed as if our souls wanted to merge together. "There's 
nothing to be sorry about, honey," I whispered. "You're a wonderful 
boy and I'm lucky to have you."

Rafael smiled. "I'm lucky too aren't I?"

I nodded. "We both are. Raf?" I paused, "Raf, no more bad 
words, okay? I know you were angry in there, but it sounds terrible. 
You're ten years old and, well I don't like them coming from you.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it,... I just wanted you so 
bad,... and I didn't mean to make you angry," he blurted out.

I grinned and stroked his little wet cheek with my thumbs as 
I cradled his ears with my fingers. "It's okay. I'm not angry. You 
hungry, tiger?"

Rafael growled. It was not a bad imitation of a Bengal tiger 
considering that he had never seen one before. I cuffed his 
shoulder lightly and we went into the kitchen holding hands like 
two lovers.

"What are we having? Milk and cereal?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Pretty boring for a boy, huh?" I laughed.

Rafael shrugged. "Nah! I don't mind. Just I thought,..." He 
looked out the window, the sentence unfinished.

"Thought what?" I asked.

"Nuthin'. I was just thinking."

I ruffled his dark hair playfully. "No breakfast until you 
tell me," I teased.

The boy smiled. "Well,..." He paused. "Sometimes we'd have 
waffles for a special treat at Centerville,... and I thought,... 
well,..."

I started to laugh. "That's a good idea. No it's a great idea!" 
I pulled the boy even harder against me and for a second I tried 
to squeeze the life out of him before releasing him. "Let's go get 
dressed. I know just the place to go."

                        ++++++

We cleaned ourselves up, dressed, and went down to the car. I 
often went to Maxine's for breakfast. Maxine's is on the other side 
of the island, on the Intercoastal, about a mile or so from our new 
'condo'. The traffic was light and we got there in no time at all. 
The breakfast trade had already finished but I was a good customer. 
Maxine came out to see us herself while her 'girls' were cleaning 
up the other tables. Maxine is about three hundred pounds and 
black. She took one look at Rafael and started to mother him. 
Perhaps smother him was a more accurate description as she hugged 
my beautiful boy into her vast bosom.

"You 'ave a beautiful son," she gushed as she led us out onto 
the deck and gave us the best seats in the place. "He's a darling." 
She prodded me in the ribs. At about half of her weight, she nearly 
knocked me over the railing and into the water below. She squeezed 
Rafael's thin shoulder with her huge paw. "Your papa and I get 
married soon, Rafael. Then I'll be your mother. You eat better with 
me than him. I'll put some meat on your skinny body, eh?"

Rafael laughed. "He takes great care of me already. I'm gonna 
live with him from now on," he said proudly as he looked towards 
me happily. I nodded, equally happy and proud. I could wish for 
nothing more.

Maxine turned back and winked at me. "I guess Raf wants your 
high calorie special and milk. I'll have the fruit plate and 
coffee. We'll both have o.j," I said.

Maxine grinned and looked back at Rafael. "One waffle or two, 
little one?" she asked.

Rafael looked at me uncertainly. "Start him off with one and 
see how he goes," I laughed. "They're too good to waste and he 
usually doesn't eat that much for breakfast." I grinned at my boy. 
I was surprised how much I already knew about him. He was an 
inseparable part of my life and this was only the fourth day we had 
been together.

We both enjoyed sitting in the warm morning sunshine sipping 
our orange juice and talking about what we would do that day. I 
needed to make a few phone calls on business but there was no reason 
why we couldn't spend the rest of the day doing something fun. The 
only problem was that I wanted to keep Rafael out of sight. It was 
Monday and while summer vacation was only a few more weeks away, 
kids that were Rafael's age were supposed to be in school. I 
intended to keep Rafael out of sight because the last thing I wanted 
was for some someone to ask why Rafael wasn't in school. There 
didn't seem to be any point in even trying to get him into school 
because I knew they would want all sorts of records, none of which 
I had. That was a problem and I had no idea what to do about it. 
Our excuse, that Rafael had been in a fight was fast disappearing. 
Already the bruise on his face was fading fast and I expected that 
within another day or two at most there would be little sign of it.

Before we decided our breakfast arrived.

"This here is Rafael's waffle," Maxine laughed as she put a 
huge golden waffle down before the boy. Unlike the one's at 
Centerville it was dusted with sugar, covered with syrup and fresh 
cream and strawberries. The expression on Rafael's face was worth 
seeing as his mouth dropped open with surprise.

I laughed as Maxine turned away to get the rest of our food. 
"That's Raf's waffle," I teased. "Or is it Waf's raffle."

Rafael giggled and looked at Maxine with enthusiasm and 
delight. He got through one and a half of Maxine's waffles before 
his little belly bulged and he could stuff no more into it. Her 
waffles are 'out of this world' so I did the responsible thing and 
finished off his left-overs while he picked the rest of the 
strawberries out of my fruit-plate. The only problem with Maxine's 
is that she believes that everyone eats as much food as she does.

Rafael followed me over to the car and waited for a while until 
he got bored. Ten-year-old boys aren't into business calls, even 
when they involve the financing for their future homes. Rafael 
wandered off down to the edge of the water, and with the fascination 
that is normal for a boy of his age, took his socks and shoes off 
and began to explore the mud. However, he never strayed out of my 
sight and he looked back continually to see if I was still watching 
him. Every time he waved and smiled. I was enamored of the beautiful 
dark haired boy. I could not take my eyes off him.

My phone calls took nearly half an hour before I put the phone 
down and walked over to the boy. He grinned happily. His feet were 
covered in thick black mud that went well past his thin ankles. 
"There's zillions of little crabs," he said eagerly.

"Watch out for the big ones," I laughed. "And don't sit down 
whatever you do."

The boy laughed and squelched his way over to me. "I think you 
need a bath," I observed.

"I thought 'hippos' were s'posed to like mud," Rafael teased 
playfully.

"Not as much as little boys. So what do you want to do today?" 
I asked. "We still haven't decided."

Rafael shrugged. "I'm happy," he smiled.

"So I see!" I raised my eyebrows and then looked downwards 
deliberately.

He giggled as he looked down at his bare brown legs and the 
thick slime that now went halfway up his legs. "I didn't mean that. 
I meant 'cause I'm with you."

"I have an idea. Do you want to go fishing?" I asked.

"FISHING? YEAH! I wanna go. I've never been and I always 
wanted to," Rafael screamed with excitement.

I laughed at the boy's endearing enthusiasm. It was impossible 
not to love him. "Come on then, Raf. Let's go see if we can rent a 
boat."

With my arm around his shoulders we walked along the concrete 
retaining wall until we reached the wooden deck. Maxine waved to 
us and pointed to a tap at the corner of her building. We waved 
back and went over to wash Rafael off. A few minutes later we were 
at the marina next to Maxine's restaurant. Rafael was still 
bubbling enthusiasm as we went inside and I enquired about renting 
a runabout. Since the tourist season had yet to get underway there 
was no problem. I rented a fourteen foot boat for the rest of the 
day and then went over to the fishing equipment where Rafael was 
standing in deep concentration. He was looking wishful and wistful 
and he was impossible to resist. Every ten-year-old boy needs a 
fishing rod and someone who loves him, not necessarily in that 
order. Standing there in his loose red shorts with his brown bare 
legs and carrying his socks and shoes, Rafael was the ultimate boy-
dream. He gave me his cute little-boy smile as I came over.

"Hi sexy," I whispered.

Rafael smirked back at me. "Haven't you gotten over this 
morning yet? You still got a hard-on, 'Hippo'?" he teased as he 
looked at my crotch meaningfully.

I looked at the fishing rods and tried to guess which one 
Rafael wanted the most. Anything bigger than a seven footer was too 
big for him. There was a nice carbon rod, black with red bindings. 
It was fitted with a black and red Daiwa spinning reel. It was 
nearly as sexy as my beautiful boy. I reached out and picked it out 
of the rack. Rafael swallowed awkwardly and looked at me in 
disbelief. It had been what he wanted. "I, rrreally dddon't wwwwant 
it," he stammered. 

I grinned. "You already paid for it with your hug this 
morning. That was the nicest hug I've ever had," I added quietly.

The boy blushed. Sixty-five dollars was a lot of money for a 
fishing rod but he more than deserved it. I carried it over to the 
counter and put it down. I wasn't finished. What good is a fishing 
rod without a tackle box, line, hooks, sinkers, lures.... Just over 
a hundred dollars later we walked outside and went down the dock 
to the runabout. Rafael gracefully stepped on board as if he had 
been around boats his entire life instead of this being his first 
time. I liked seeing him happy. I passed him the things we'd bought 
and followed the boy aboard.

By the time I'd put the drinks in the cooler and turned around, 
Rafael had taken his tee-shirt off and was sitting in the 'driver's 
seat'. He was beautifully tanned to a golden brown. He radiated a 
delicious innocent sexuality as he smiled at me cheekily and 
pretended to steer the boat.

"You going to 'drive'?" I asked playfully.

"Yup! His name is 'Boatie' by the way," he giggled and brushed 
his tousled dark hair back from his forehead.

I laughed. "You better start 'Boatie's engine then, kiddo."

Rafael looked at me uncertainly and then grinned as he slid 
out of the seat and into the one next to it. I leaned forward, 
cranked the engine until it fired and let it settle down while I 
untied the lines and pushed the boat away from the dock. I 'idled' 
out into the channel and then opened the throttle. The runabout had 
led a hard life but it came up on a plane and zipped along nicely. 
The old fifty horsepower Evinrude hummed, or rather roared, behind 
us.

I knew just where to go, or at least I thought I did. A month 
earlier I had been fishing with a friend and he had taken me over 
to the marshes on the mainland side of the Intercoastal Waterway. 
That time we had followed a channel for a about a mile before we 
branched off and a short while later emerged into a tidal lagoon. 
The fish had been biting and we landed a dozen big ones before we 
started throwing them back.

Finding the main channel was relatively easy. Our problems 
began when I missed the 'turnoff'. Most of the channels in the 
marshes look exactly the same so I kept on. Both Rafael and I were 
eagerly looking for the lagoon so we missed the warning signs as 
the water got shallower and shallower. I ran 'Boatie' up onto the 
mud at less ten miles an hour but it was more than fast enough to 
ground us solidly. To make it worse the tide was on the way down. 
I cut the engine and tilted it back. Luckily the propeller seemed 
to have survived. There was nothing for it but to step out into the 
swirling water and try to push 'Boatie' off. Rafael joined me in 
the water, now laughing hysterically. To a ten-year-old boy, this 
was a great adventure. To me, it was a 'pain in the ass'. We both 
pushed as hard as we could but the water was sinking lower every 
minute. It was increasingly obvious that 'Boatie' was there for the 
duration.

"I think 'Boatie's stuck," Rafael laughed. "Some captain you 
are!"

I laughed with him. "Well you were supposed to be navigator, 
Raf," I returned with mock indignation as I playfully cuffed him 
on the back.

"So how do we get him off?" the boy asked.

I shrugged, "We don't. We have to swim back to the marina." 
Rafael giggled as soon as he realized I was joking. "Actually we're 
stuck here for a while. The tide's going out. I guess maybe six 
hours at most. It'll float off when the tide comes back in."

"That long? So what are we gonna do till then," Rafael asked. 
"So much for fishing, huh?"

"I'm sorry Raf. Really. Maybe we can walk down there," I said 
gesturing towards where the main channel was. "We can fish here for 
a while too."

We climbed back into 'Boatie' and I assembled Rafael's new 
fishing rod. He watched attentively as I explained how to set it 
up and tie the hook properly. Putting on the bait was up to him. 
Little boys and small dead shrimp are a natural combination! His 
eyes lit up with delight and his small fingers expertly inserted 
the hook through the tail and out the head. I helped him with the 
first cast. We stood up together on the port side. The boat tilted 
precariously but it wasn't going anywhere. Rafael's slender back 
pressed into my chest and my growing erection pressed into the 
curve of his spine. He felt warm and very alive as I reached down 
and took his hand in mine. We lifted the rod back together and set 
the bail, then flicked the end. His line went out about twenty feet 
into the center of the channel, where I should have been ten minutes 
earlier. For a few seconds I lingered behind him. I absorbed him, 
relishing the wonder of his lithe young body, luxuriating in the 
boy's life and warmth.

Rafael turned and gave me another of his sweet little-boy 
smiles. "Thanks," he whispered. "Thanks for everything."

I moved back to my seat, took my tee-shirt off and watched 
Rafael fish. He was a natural. He was eager to learn and he was 
patient, an ideal combination in a ten-year-old boy. Every few 
moments he would turn around and give me a smile of absolute and 
utter happiness. He had a few good bites and one strike by a large 
fish on his way out of the spawning grounds in the marsh. The fish 
took his hook and sinker and I figured it was time to put on a wire 
leader. Rafael sat down on the gunwale, still shaking with boyish 
excitement. The strike had happened without warning and his reel 
had screamed for long seconds before the line snapped. He was 
grinning from ear to ear as he watched me rig up the heavy duty 
approach to fishing.

"He was huge," Rafael enthused. "He must have been this big," 
he said, holding his arms as far apart as they could go."

I grinned back at him as I finished tying the knot. "He was a 
big one," I agreed. I looked up at my boy's smiling face. He was 
deliriously happy. He was hot with excitement and the heat of the 
sun as it approached noon. Tiny glistening beads of sweat covered 
his bare brown torso and flecked his forehead. I decided that when 
we stopped for lunch I'd make sure he had some suntan lotion on. 
He was nearly naked, he was unbelievably sexy and he was very 
excited. My penis lurched and began to harden as I admired his 
beautiful young body. The thought came and I could no longer deny 
it.

"You hot, Raf?" I asked. The boy nodded and wiped his brow. 
"You can take your shorts off,... if you want?" I said quietly as 
I tried to disguise the excitement I felt.

Rafael looked at me uncertainly, then he smiled shyly. "I 
will,... if you do," he teased.

I put the fishing rod down and stood up. My nearly erect penis 
bowed into my shorts, still stiffening as it straightened out, no 
longer confined in my crotch. My hands moved to my waist at the 
same instant that Rafael started to pull his shorts down. His 
shorts had an elastic waist and no belt so he was out of them in a 
flash. He sat back on the gunwale and watched as I unfastened my 
belt, opened my zipper and tugged shorts and underpants down past 
my knees and off. I looked at Rafael and he looked at me. My penis 
was fully erect and it bobbed excitedly in the open air, pulsing 
with happiness as I contemplated the little naked boy who stood 
only a few feet away. For once, Rafael showed more control that I 
did. I was more than prepared to make love to him right there in 
'Boatie'. Rafael gave me a cheeky grin and turned around and went 
back to his fishing. It served me right. The boy had read my mind 
perfectly. He knew exactly what I wanted and he intended to 
'punish' me. Besides, fishing was more fun.

I lathered myself up in suntan lotion and gave some thought 
to the boy before me. His middle section was a lot paler than the 
rest of his body but he had the kind of skin that tans easily and 
is seldom sunburnt. I liked the idea of him having an allover tan 
so I settled back in the seat and went back to my favorite activity, 
Rafael watching. The tide was still running out quickly and the 
runabout was firmly aground and leaning onto the chine when the 
next fish struck. Again the reel screamed as the line tore out. 
This time the hook held fast.

"Oh shit! Now what do I do," Rafael yelled loudly.

I started to laugh as I leaped to my feet. The boy stood there 
amazed as the fish bolted down the channel. I came up behind him, 
my naked body encompassing his, locking my arms around his chest 
and holding the rod with him. Like me, his body was hot from the 
sun and he melted into me, his bare smooth flesh sliding on the 
oily film of my suntan lotion. I eased the strain onto the line a 
bit at a time, gradually slowing the fish. Rafael was shaking with 
excitement and his buttocks and back squirmed against my penis and 
quickly made me very erect. The closeness between us was 
overpowering but it was still overwhelmed by the act of catching 
the fish. It was a partnership. Our bodies were all but joined 
together as we wrestled the fish. It fought valiantly but lost. We 
landed the fish with a lot of difficulty. Being in shallow water 
and the boat hard aground did not help matters. Neither did being 
naked but it was fun. It was all I could do to let Rafael go when 
the time came to net the fish. My rigid penis had found it's natural 
home, pressed hard into and against the inward curve of Rafael's 
slender back and it did not want to leave.

The fish must have weighed every bit of twenty pounds and it 
was even hard to lift it over the side of the boat. I dumped it 
into the tank in the stern and it splashed wildly. The fish just 
about filled it. Rafael was trembling as he came up beside me. His 
little slender arm slipped around my waist and he hugged me 
playfully.

"He's huge, Raf," I said with open and unbounded admiration. 
"You're a great fisherman."

The boy looked at me proudly. "Yeah?" I nodded and I placed 
my arm around his narrow shoulders protectively, possessively, and 
passionately.

He shifted closer, his small body fitting naturally into the 
curve of mine. We stood like that for a long while, each very aware 
of the other's presence, trying to find the three words we needed 
to express what we felt. I knew them but I wanted Rafael to say 
them first.

His trembling quieted slowly as the fish stopped it's 
struggles. "He's beautiful," the boy observed in awe. "He's too 
beautiful to die."

"He's like you," I said quietly. "You want to let him go?"

"He's ours, not just mine! Do you?"

I squeezed the boy's small shoulder. "I want what you want, 
Raf," I breathed out.

Rafael nodded and took a long deep breath with me. "I,..." he 
began, then stopped. He was confused and suddenly frightened. The 
words were in his mind. The words had been there ever since we had 
met. He wanted to say them. He wanted to shout them at the top of 
his lungs to the world around him. He swallowed them back. "I want 
to let him go,..." he murmured. "But he's the first fish I ever 
caught,... we ever caught," he corrected with a playful grin.

I closed the lid on the tank, "Then he's ours Raf and we'll 
eat him tonight," I said. "Looks like fishing's over for now 
anyway. The water's too low."

The boy shrugged. "I don't care." He paused again for long 
silent seconds as the words, the most important words in the world 
formed in his mind again. "I,..." he began. The noise of the birds 
in the marsh faded as I waited for the next two words to come. "That 
was wild," he finished. He was still unable to face the 
consequences of what confronted him. I didn't mind. He was only ten 
years old and I knew he must be frightened by what lay before him.

 I squeezed his shoulder tightly. "You were wild, Raf," I said 
quietly.

"So what do we do now?" he asked.

"I guess we wait for,..." I consulted my watch, taking my arm 
away from his shoulders to do so. ".... about five more hours."

"That long, huh? That's forever." Rafael looked around him, 
suddenly aware of the brooding heat of the marsh. A light breeze 
made the tall yellow-green reeds that surrounded the boat whisper 
and shiver. "We could go exploring?" he suggested. He looked back 
at me hopefully.

"Like this," I teased looking down at our very naked bodies.

The boy grinned and nodded eagerly. "No one's gonna see us way 
out here are they? It'll be fun. We can pretend we're pirates," he 
tempted.

"Stark naked pirates, huh?" I teased. "Maybe we should be 
Indians or castaways lost on a desert island."

"INDIANS!" Rafael shouted with glee.

With boyish bravado he gave an Indian whoop that sounded 
somewhere between Tarzan and a rebel yell and jumped over the 
gunwale and into the water. I followed him off the boat and we 
scrambled up the muddy embankment and into the reeds. From down in 
the water the reeds had seemed very dense but once we were up 
amongst them it was easy to move through them. Like two savages we 
ran around, shamelessly naked as we exhibited our bare bodies to 
the sun and sky and the abundant life around us. For once my body 
was not excited. It was fun. Wild, wonderful fun that we shared as 
we revelled in our new found freedom. We crept up on birds and 
pretended we had bows and arrows. We imagined that we were attacked 
by a wild tribe. We established our camp and even constructed a 
clumsy shelter of dead reeds. After a few hours we were dirty from 
head to toe and tiny scratches were on our bare legs from occasional 
scrapes from the sharp leaves of the reeds.

Finally we dropped down under our shelter to escape the sun 
that beat down on us mercilessly. We lay close together, neither 
of us moving. Our bodies were coated with a sheen of perspiration 
and we were tired. Rafael turned onto his side and his small hand 
dropped onto my chest. His little fingers caressed me and then 
slipped downwards towards my groin. He smiled gently, his eyes 
meeting mine questioningly. The tips of his fingers passed my navel 
then followed my lower belly until they reached the start of my 
pubic hair. I wanted Rafael. I wanted him more than ever before. I 
had never felt so close to him in all of the time we'd been 
together. I could see his narrow brown chest rising and falling 
with each deep breath. His eyes flickered with excitement and his 
little pink tongue licked expectantly at his lips. His fingers 
slipped into the wirelike strands of hair, pushing through the 
little forest to the base of my penis. Two fingers went either side 
and closed on the shaft like scissors. My penis was half erect as 
his hand withdrew.

Then he reached back and his little hand enclosed the rapidly 
thickening shaft. Already his fingers could not enclose it fully 
and he squeezed tightly, compressing the vessels inside the shaft 
and making it swell even larger. Slowly his soft hand glided up and 
down my penis. Within seconds my penis was rigid and throbbing 
jubilantly. I looked at the boy happily, more than prepared to do 
whatever he wanted. He smiled shyly and slowly his smile changed 
to a cheeky smirk. He jerked back sharply on my penis as he leaped 
to his feet and shouted, "YOU'RE IT!" as he ran into the reeds.

I laughed as I struggled to my feet and began to pursue the 
naked brown boy as he leaped and ran through the marsh. He ducked 
and weaved, twisted and turned, pushing further into the marsh than 
we had been earlier. He slithered down a muddy bank on his bottom, 
leaving two rounded furrows from the impressions of his little 
cheeks. I followed him, sometimes hard on his heels, sometimes 
falling back when I thought he might get hurt if I pushed him too 
hard. After a few more frantic minutes we emerged onto yet another 
a muddy channel that was all but emptied of water. Again Rafael 
slithered down on his bottom but this time, instead of regaining 
his feet, he pitched forward into the thick slimy mud at the bottom. 
I stopped at the top of the bank and laughed at the mud covered 
naked boy eight feet below as he struggled free. Rafael looked up 
at me angrily and then he began to laugh, the front of his beautiful 
body was black with slimy mud that was hot from the sun.

"Come on down! This feels fantastic!" he shouted as he fell 
back into the mud. His body made a loud, wet splash and black spurts 
splattered all around him. I leaped off the solid edge I was 
standing on and slid down to him, sprawling into the mud as I 
arrived beside him. Rafael was right. The mud was hot and thick and 
fantastic. In the heat of the afternoon the mud bath was 
miraculous. We surged together, writhing and wrestling as the mud 
lubricated our bodies. I pushed Rafael down and he scrambled away 
only to come flying back and toppling us both into the slime. The 
smell was quickly forgotten as we played and romped together. 
Filthy all over, our arousal vanished but it was replaced by a 
healthy excitement. It was sensuous and stimulating but we were 
like two innocent children as we frolicked together. After a long 
wrestling match we dropped down into the deepest part of the mud 
pool and lay back with only our faces showing and the whites of our 
eyes the only part of our bodies that wasn't black. It was soothing 
and we were both immensely happy. Our hands joined together as we 
lay side by side and Rafael's life seemed to flow into me. I felt 
young and alive, just like the beautiful boy I loved so dearly.

When we finally scrambled up the embankment several hours had 
passed. We were both silent. There was nothing to say even though 
there was something that we both wanted to say. We felt it and we 
shared our love as we walked back through the reeds towards where 
we had left the boat. The tide had turned and the water was running 
back into the marsh though the runabout was still hard aground for 
at least another hour or two.

"It's going in the other direction now," Rafael observed.

I nodded and scrambled down to the boat, lifted the anchor up 
and pushed it firmly down into the mud. "We don't want 'Boatie' 
floating away. It'd be a long swim back," I said as I lifted out 
the paper bag of food and drink from the cooler, picked my Swiss 
army knife out of my shorts and climbed back up the embankment. The 
sun had dried the mud on us to a thin black crusty film.

"I look like Cal," Rafael observed as he looked down at his 
mud covered body. "Except for my dick of course, 'cause he's so 
tiny." He smirked as he looked at me. "It's kinda fun being naked 
like this, isn't it?"

"I've never had this much fun in one day," I said honestly.

Rafael nodded his mud-splattered head thoughtfully. "You 
wanna play Indians some more?" he asked. I nodded with a playful 
shake of my head. He looked at me pensively. "I could be an Indian 
boy and you could be my father," he suggested. I nodded again and 
he smiled shyly. "You could initiate me into the tribe?" he added 
with boyish enthusiasm.

"How?"

The boy smirked. "Well,... You could take me into the wild 
swamp and we do things,... you know?.. We do stuff,... down there, 
with our dicks" he said hesitantly.

He gave me a nervous smile, afraid that I might reject him one 
more time. My heart leaped. "So Indian son," I said, "what's your 
name?"

The boy beamed with excitement. He thought for a few seconds. 
"I'm Little Bear,..." he smirked and then added, "'cause I've got 
a little one. And you're,...  you're Big Eagle." 

"Because I've got a big one?" I asked. Rafael nodded with a 
cheeky grin. "Well it's a lot better name than 'Hippo', I guess," 
I added with a laugh.

Rafael blushed. "I'm sorry. It was kinda mean," he said 
regretfully.

"Well Little Bear," I said in a very serious voice, "you are 
now ten years old so you are now old enough to be initiated into 
the Swamp Tribe. Little Bear are you ready?"

Rafael grinned cheekily, tried to deepen his voice and avoid 
giggling, "Yes father, I am ready to become a man."

I choked back laughter and placed my hand on the boy's head. 
"Has white stuff come from your penis yet, Little Bear."

Rafael snorted as he started to giggle and talk at the same 
time. "No Big Eagle. Nothing comes out when I rub it."

"I hope not," I laughed, then went back to my serious voice 
again. "That is good my son. It is time that we went into the swamp 
together so that I can initiate you."

"Yes Father. Will it hurt?" Rafael smirked.

"No, my son. It will feel good, very good," I answered.

I took Rafael's hand and dragged the not-unwilling boy after 
me. We went back into the reeds, following the paths where we had 
been hours earlier. I took him to the clearing where we had 
previously made our 'camp' and constructed the shelter. I felt more 
like a ten-year-old boy that I had felt when I was really that age. 
There was a strange sense of deja-vu and of a mystery that was about 
to unfold and I felt very close to Rafael as we kneeled facing each 
other in the hot sun. I invented the 'initiation' as I went along 
but every step seemed as if it was timeless and preordained. The 
smell and heat of the swamp on that hot afternoon of early summer 
permeated everything and raised our senses as the sounds of birds 
filled our ears. The world was alive around us and Rafael and I 
were engaged in a primal ritual and the words we spoke together 
seemed sacred. In the aura of the swamp we could have been father 
and son, five hundred years earlier.

Our invented ceremony was crudely symbolic, a weird but 
wonderful rite of discovery and possession as I marked streaks and 
circles on his mud-covered body by dipping my finger into a can of 
Diet Coke. We drank together, sharing the same 'vessel'. We took 
bites from the same sandwich as we 'broke our fast'. I tied long 
thin pieces of dried grass around his limp little penis until his 
groin was hidden from view by a fan of yellow-brown strands. We 
danced, wildly and erotically, in the heat of the sun until we 
collapsed exhausted and sated under the shelter. The tiny cuts on 
our first fingers and the smears of red were the only evidence that 
we had shared our blood and joined together but now we were 'blood-
brothers'. I knew that our ceremony, that the entire day, had 
changed us forever though I did not understand how at the time.

When I finally looked at my watch the time was nearly five 
o'clock and we walked back to the boat hand in hand. 'Boatie' was 
afloat again and we scrambled down to the water and washed the dried 
mud away, laughing and splashing in the briny water as it swirled 
around our legs. We climbed aboard and used our tee-shirts to dry 
ourselves before we pulled our shorts on. I started the engine, 
pulled up the anchor and carefully motored back into the main 
channel. As we crossed the InterCoastal Waterway Rafael sat in my 
lap and steered the boat. He giggled as my arms locked around his 
chest and hugged him and he pressed his bottom against my erect 
penis. We were as close as two people could ever be without physical 
union.

                       ++++++

We had fish for dinner. Rafael was a gruesome little bugger 
and full of insatiable curiosity as he watched me scale and gut the 
fish. I thought he would make a good doctor. While I put the fillets 
in the oven I set Rafael to making a salad. He was tired but his 
hands moved deftly as he tore up leaf after leaf of lettuce. By the 
time I finally put the brakes on him, he was through two of them 
and into the third. He was eager to help and I wasn't going to 
disappoint him.

"I made a bit much, huh?" the boy observed as he looked at the 
overfilled salad bowl. I smiled and shrugged nonchalantly. "Salad's 
good for you," he added expertly. I laughed and slapped his little 
bottom. He yelped and darted away out of reach, then turned and 
smirked. "Big Eagle's got a big dick. Big Eagle's got a big dick," 
he chanted.

I kept laughing. "Big Eagle's got too big a dick for you," I 
jeered.

"Oooooooo," Rafael taunted. He giggled uncontrollably until 
he got his breath, "Too big? For where, BIG EAGLE?" He shaped his 
mouth into a wide oval. It was obscene but it was wonderful. I came 
towards him with my arms widespread ready to catch him if he moved 
to either side. He darted to the right and then swerved back and 
dropped down almost to the floor as he nearly escaped. I swooped 
down and wrapped one arm around his belly and lifted up seventy-
seven pounds of wriggling, giggling boy. He flailed wildly and 
struggled even though he had no intention of escaping as I carried 
him into the hall and then into the bathroom. I set him down on the 
floor, held him tightly with one arm around his chest and turned 
on the shower.

"You have to take my clothes off, Big Eagle. 'cause I'm still 
sick." Rafael squealed as I squeezed him tightly against me. I 
dragged his tee-shirt upwards and over his head and tossed it on 
the floor. Then I dropped down to my knees and tugged his shorts 
and underpants off. After the hours we had spent in the sun there 
was already a noticeable change in the color of his thighs, 
buttocks, and groin. A few more days like that and my boy would be 
brown allover. I leaned forward and kissed the soft skin of his 
brown belly. Then I kissed downward and around, before I licked my 
tongue into his navel.

"Heh, that tickles," Rafael admonished. I pulled away for a 
second. "Don't stop! I LOVE IT!"

I slurped him a few more times, licking from an inch or two 
above his little limp penis all the way up to the start of his ribs. 
My lips slid over very smooth, wet, slippery boy-flesh as I kissed 
him again and again. It was only with the greatest difficulty that 
I finally stopped and stood up. I slapped Rafael on his now-very-
bare bottom and told him to get in the shower. He gave me a cheeky 
grin and made a sound that was intended to be rude and he leaped 
under the water before I could get him again with another loud smack 
on his little rounded rear-end.

A few seconds later I joined Rafael under the shower. This 
time I picked up the soap and started to wash him. We were both 
more than a little bit smelly from the slimy mud and the briny water 
that we had rinsed it off with. I wanted Rafael fresh and clean and 
I soaped him up and down until his beautiful brown body was white 
and slicked with foam. I kept well away from his groin but I was 
erect the entire time. Rafael didn't mind, he was already quite 
familiar with my bulging hard penis. He knew my penis was erect 
only because of him and he fully enjoyed every minute of it. 
Whenever I allowed him the opportunity he embraced me wantonly. His 
face was filled with prurient list as he ground his slippery body 
hard against mine and tried to make my penis ejaculate at his 
demand. It was a game between us. I was the ascetic and Rafael was 
the boy-whore. When I was the lecherous old man, Rafael was the 
innocent boy-virgin.

But my resistance was crumbling and Rafael knew it was well 
as I did. The conclusion was inescapable. I tried. I handed him the 
shampoo and told him to get to work while I washed myself. That 
helped for a while but the sight of the wet naked boy with white 
shampoo suds streaming down his tanned slender body as he rinsed 
off was the last straw.

As soon as the last of the soap was washed out of his hair I 
pushed him toward the door. "OUT!" I ordered.

"But," he protested, "It's fun. I'll behave, I promise."

"Sure you will, but I won't," I laughed. "Get you 'jamas on, 
kiddo," I added.

The game was over, at least for now and Rafael pulled my towel 
off the rail and started to dry himself. By the time I finished 
Rafael was dried, had made a quick streak to his bedroom, and was 
back dressed in my tee-shirt. The bruise on his cheek was no longer 
visible although his eye was still darkened. He was like a 
beautiful young Adonis dressed in a white vestal-virgin tunic. He 
smirked at me knowingly then his eyes dropped down to my groin. "I 
nearly gotcha," he teased.

"I know. Next time maybe," I said.

Rafael followed me down to my bderoom and I put on my dressing 
gown. We came back into the kitchen as the oven beeped. During 
dinner we laughed and talked endlessly like two intimate friends 
that had been apart for a long time. The ceremony in the marsh was 
latent and it pervaded our consciousness though we did not discuss 
it. We were 'blood-brothers' and our spirits had joined. I 
complimented Rafael on his salad and he returned the compliment 
with effusive remarks on how well I had cooked HIS fish. I let 
Rafael taste a teaspoon of my wine and he wrinkled his nose up with 
a loud "Yuck!" From the time we sat down to the time we stood up, 
our legs, from knees to ankles, were touching and more often than 
not we were looking at each other. I was hopelessly in love with a 
ten-year-old boy.

Shortly after eight o'clock I steered a very sleepy boy into 
his bedroom. He needed no encouragement from me to get into bed and 
he was sound asleep only a few minutes after his head hit the 
pillow. I stayed in the room with him working at the computer, 
reading the Wall Street Journal, checking stock prices and 
evaluating yields and risk. Every so often I would get up and check 
on the boy, spending long minutes at a time watching over him as I 
fondly admired the smoothness of his limbs, the perfect features, 
the dark curly hair. Each time I would kiss my finger and press it 
lightly to his lips.

Around eleven o'clock Rafael was sleeping soundly and I 
crawled off to my own bed. I had thought long and hard about 
carrying the boy into my bedroom but I knew that if I did the 
outcome was unavoidable if he woke up during the night. I wanted 
that to be Rafael's decision, not mine. I loved the boy and I wanted 
to be his lover. I did not want to be the man who seduced him. I 
read for a while before I was too tired to focus on the words and 
then I switched the reading light off and lay back. Images of Rafael 
danced through my head. I smiled as I remembered him slipping and 
sliding in the mud, wrestling with me, and the exhilaration in his 
young body as he caught the fish or steered the boat towards home. 
I remembered him kneeling before me with the blood dripping from 
the tiny cut on his finger. We had touched our fingers together and 
life flowed between us. Then we had placed our fingers onto each 
other's penises and smeared our blood there until it congealed and 
the bleeding stopped. We had joined together in the marsh in every 
way but one.

I turned onto my side and reached down. My sleepy penis was 
half erect. I remembered vivid images of Rafael in the shower and 
my penis stiffened. I closed my hand around it and began to 
masturbate. I rubbed it slowly, taking my time, remembering Rafael, 
fantasizing, filling my mind with wonderful images of his beautiful 
body. My penis seemed extraordinarily sensitive, perhaps because I 
had not masturbated since I had met Rafael, perhaps because Rafael 
was asleep less than twenty feet away.

"Are you jerking off?" The boy-soprano voice came out of the 
darkness and I stopped in shock and surprise. His voice was clear 
and unafraid. It was tinged with curiosity. It was captivating.

"Huh?"

"Are you? I'll leave,... if you want?" he whispered.

My mind was fervently praying as I lifted back the sheet that 
covered me. Rafael padded across the room silently and slipped into 
bed beside me. Our bodies merged and the warmth from my excited 
body flowed into his cooler body.

"You want me to do him," Rafael whispered. His upper thigh was 
against my penis and he moved slightly so that it was pleasantly 
held by his soft smoothness.

"Not now, later." I stroked the boy's hair gently. "You're 
beautiful Rafael," I said in awe. "How come you're awake? Did you 
have another nightmare?"

The boy breathed out. His breath was moist and hot against my 
cheek. "No! Well kinda. It wasn't bad, not like before. It was a 
dream about my friend, Grant. He was the best friend I had at 
Centerville."

"Grant was a lucky boy," I said lovingly. I touched Rafael's 
soft cheek, slowly moving my fingers to his delicate lips. The boy 
kissed them and I brought them back and touched my own lips. "Tell 
me about Grant."

Rafael smiled and cuddled up closer against me. "Okay, if you 
tickle my back." I began to caress his shoulders, moving my fingers 
as lightly as I could from his neck all the way down to his 
buttocks. I trailed them over his rounded firm cheeks, engrossed 
in the story that he shared with me and the softness of his skin. 
Rafael told me about the first times with Grant and how he had 
discovered that he was 'gay'. He told me about the 'circle-jerk' 
and the fight, and about the sad Christmas he had spent alone. He 
told me about Jeff and about drugs and how he had learned to hate 
himself. Tears welled in his eyes as the truth dawned on him. I 
held him closely and let him cry. He needed to cry out the last of 
his pain and I lovingly kissed his eyes and tasted the sweet 
saltiness of his tears.

"I loved Grant," Rafael finally acknowledged as he crying 
ceased. He looked up at me sadly. "I loved him,.. almost as much 
as I love you." There was a heavy long silence as we looked at each 
other. "I wish I had told him that before he left," he murmurred.

I nodded. "You can still tell him, Raf. It's never too late 
for that."

"I,... love you," he whispered.

"Huh?" I teased.

"I love you," he repeated. He lifted himself up and looked 
down at me. His dark eyes penetrated me with intensely as I smiled 
at the sensuous boy above.

"Huh?" I whispered.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU!" 
he yelled.

"I love you too, Raf," I said gently as I reached up toward 
him.

"Yeah?"