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Archive-title: Playing in the Major Leagues - 2


PLAYING IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES.

Chapter 2. Initiation: Rafael and Calvin

For the next few days Rafael walked around Centerville hoping 
to see Grant appear. Although he knew that his best friend had left 
for good, it was impossible for him not to keep looking. After those 
two lonely days and nights Rafael was feeling very miserable. Over 
and over again he wished that he had gone to say good-bye to Grant. 
He had never even met Grant's new family. He had no idea where Grant 
was going to live. He missed his best friend more than he had ever 
imagined possible.

It was on the afternoon of the second day when Rafael ambled 
aimlessly on his way back to Baker House from the workshops where 
the boys made various crafts. Rafael had started making a 
bird-feeder out of wood but he hadn't been very interested. It sat 
in pieces on the bench where he had been working. As he passed 
through the parking lot in front of the administration building he 
saw a new Cadillac parked in one of the reserved spots. It was dark 
blue and brand new. The car sparkled in the afternoon sun. Rafael 
walked up beside it. It was the nicest car that he had ever seen. 
He was afraid to touch it, scared that he would somehow mar the 
absolute perfection of it. He looked through the darkly tinted 
glass. Inside he could see luxurious seats in a creamy colored 
leather and abundance of wood trim. Rafael wondered who owned it. 
He was startled suddenly when a man came up behind him. The boy was 
so engrossed in admiring the car that he had not heard the man 
approach.

"Hello young man," a voice said right behind him.

Rafael jumped and twisted around guiltily. "Uh!"

The man smiled and for a few seconds he looked long and hard 
at the startled boy. Then he smiled again. "Well, do you like it?" 
he asked.

Rafael liked the man's voice and he nodded. Then he remembered 
who the man was. This was Mr. Baker. The man who had given all the 
money to build the dormitory in which he lived. He had seen him 
before, on and off during his years at Centerville. He had never 
spoken to the man before or even seen him this close up. Usually 
Mr. Baker only addressed the boys at a presentation ceremony or 
something like that.

"Yeah! It's beautiful. It must have cost a mint. Is it yours?" 
he asked excitedly.

Mr. Baker smiled, "Brand new. I just picked it up from the 
dealer this morning."

"It's the nicest car I've ever seen," Rafael said in awe.

The man smiled. "Well thank you. What's your name?" he asked.

"Uh, Rafael. I live in Baker House, sir."

"Yes, I expect you do. I hope you like it there. And how old 
are you Rafael?" the man asked, still smiling at the boy.

"Ten sir, I turned ten a few days ago." Rafael said shyly.

"Well Rafael, you certainly are a very handsome young man. And 
happy birthday too, even it is a couple of days late."

"Thanks sir," the boy mumbled. For some reason he felt 
uncomfortable. Nobody had ever told him that he was handsome 
before. A lot of the boys teased him about his looks, mostly jeers 
and taunts that focused on the fact that he looked like a 'girl'. 
Rafael didn't like it but there wasn't much he could do, though he 
had wondered if he should get his hair cut shorter the way it had 
been when he was younger.

"Yes," the man continued," You're certainly a very handsome 
boy." The man opened the car and got into the driver's seat. "Good-
bye Rafael. I hope we'll be seeing more of each other. I like to 
know how the boys here are getting on."

Rafael nodded as the car pulled back and turned onto the 
drive. He watched it leave. After a few long seconds he turned away 
and continued his walk back to the dorm. Constantly his eyes 
searched for Grant. He hoped to see his friend emerge, to spot him 
somewhere, to find out that the adoption hadn't worked. He wanted 
Grant to come back. He didn't care if the other boys said that he 
was 'gay', he could live with that.

"Hi Rafael," a voice called.

Rafael turned around as Jerry came out from beside the 
administration building. It was almost as if the older boy had been 
hiding there, watching for the young boy. "Oh! Hi Jerry."

"Why were you talking to Mr. Baker?" the older boy 
demanded."What were you two talking about?"

"Uh, his car. He's got a brand new Cadillac. Did you see it? 
It's wild. It's dark blue and really nice." Rafael answered.

"What else?" Jerry persisted.

"Nothin' man. He just asked my name and age, that's all," the 
young boy replied nervously.

Jerry smiled strangely and shrugged. "You miss Grant a lot 
huh?" he asked.

Rafael nodded miserably as he looked down and scraped his 
right foot in the gravel on the path. "Yeah! I miss him. He was my 
only friend in this dump."

Jerry grinned. "I've been missing my little friend too." He 
looked down at Rafael's crotch.

The younger boy shrugged. He knew what Jerry wanted but for 
the second time in as many days he wasn't interested.

"I know how to make you and him feel a lot better," Jerry said 
quietly. His voice quivered with excitement.

Rafael shrugged again. "I ain't doing that Jerry. 'n I don't 
want any more acid either," he said awkwardly.

Jerry smirked and looked down meaningfully at the center of 
Rafael's slender body. The boy shifted uncomfortably. "How's your 
dick feel? Still sore from what we did behind the barn?" Rafael 
breathed out and shook his head. "You got one hell of a sexy dick 
Raffy. We both know you can't get enough. Even now it's getting 
hard and there's not a thing you can do to stop it."

"It is not," Rafael denied hotly.

"'course it is. You want me to do your knob and you know it. 
Your baby-balls are just aching for it too. Why don't you just admit 
it?" the older boy teased.

Rafael blushed. In only a few more seconds his little penis 
would be hard. He hated that part of his body. He could feel it 
getting hotter and tightening in his underpants, stretching up into 
the front of his jeans as it stiffened. "You're getting a hard-on 
just thinking about it. You want me to take care of him?" Jerry 
continued.

Rafael tried to shake his head and deny the urge that was 
getting ever stronger inside him. The need to satisfy that part of 
his body had changed slowly during the last few months. It had gone 
from an innocent curiosity that sparked nice feelings inside him 
to an insistent demand for pleasure. He could feel the pressure 
building in the glans of his penis as it was compressed into the 
tight constriction of his foreskin. He nodded slowly, unable to 
resist. His loneliness would disappear for a short time at least 
if he gave in. Jerry smiled and almost lovingly placed his arm 
comfortingly around the boy's slender shoulders. Rafael caught 
himself wishing that Jerry was his older brother and he wondered 
where the thought had come from. It would be wonderful to have his 
own family.

He walked side by side with Jerry, barely aware of where they 
were going. Even though he had walked the path to Baker House a 
thousand times it seemed, Rafael barely recognized the things 
around him. The dorm was empty and they climbed the stairs and went 
into Jerry's room.

Rafael turned to look at the seventeen year-old boy standing 
next to the now-closed door and said, "You can do the other stuff, 
but I don't want you on top of me, okay? I don't want your stuff 
on me either." The little boy paused and then added, "And I'm not 
doing acid ever again."

Jerry smiled and shrugged. "Your choice kid. Maybe gettin' off 
on your dick is all you need anyway. It certainly is all I need." 
He smirked and opened a drawer to retrieve the jar of Vaseline from 
its hiding place.

Rafael deftly unfastened his belt, opened his zipper and 
pushed his jeans downward to his ankles. He sat down on the bed and 
pulled his shoes and socks off, then tugged his jeans off. Rafael 
was very aware that Jerry was staring at him as he lay back on the 
bed. The young boy silently lifted his buttocks upward so that he 
could take his underpants off as well. Naked from the waist down 
he lay back on the bed waiting. Jerry came over and sat down beside 
him. The older boy's fingers were coated with the yellowish gel. 
With his left hand he enclosed the boy's small erection and pushed 
down to force the tiny glans through the narrow opening in Rafael's 
foreskin. The tip was dark and slightly shiny, swollen with the 
boy's blood. Jerry squeezed it firmly and watched as Rafael 
breathed deeply.

"I don't think I've ever seen a kid with a dick as hard as 
this. Maybe because it's smaller but you sure can get a hard-on." 
He smeared the greasy ointment over the boy's stiff little penis 
and into the soft folds of his scrotum. He began to gently stroke 
the small hard shaft, going back time and time again to squeeze and 
pinch the boy's tiny glans. Jerry did it until the boy was no longer 
able to resist the sensations that flowed out of his groin. Rafael 
started to hump, jerking his narrow hips up sporadically as waves 
of delight flooded him. Rafael's little penis was rigid and almost 
unyielding. It was so hard that it seemed that it could be snapped 
off if it was pulled down too far. Tiny blue veins stood out into 
the little shaft, almost like the penis of a young teenager, only 
smaller, a lot smaller.

Jerry's hand shifted downward and began to concentrate on the 
little testicles. He knew just how far to go before he hurt the 
boy, just how hard to squeeze and twist the delicate eggs before 
Rafael yelped in pain. Sometimes he went too far, watching as the 
boy muffled his cries of pain in the pillow. But even in the pain 
there was pleasure and Rafael always came back for more.

After a few more gentle minutes his hand moved down and under 
Rafael's buttocks, following the boy's scrotum back into the 
crevice between his cheeks. It was the first time that Jerry had 
been interested in that part of Rafael's body. It was the first 
time since he was out of diapers that anyone, other than Rafael 
himself, had touched his anus. Rafael had always thought of that 
part of his body as dirty but he quivered with an intense thrill 
of excitement and sudden interest as he felt Jerry's finger 
stroking the tight puckered lip of his nether opening.

With his other hand, Jerry lifted Rafael's legs upward so that 
the boy's buttocks were elevated slightly. He smirked as he 
continued to probe cautiously into Rafael's small body. "I can't 
believe you never had one in here?" the older boy teased. 
"'specially with your looks. Not even with Grant? You should'a, you 
know. As a farewell present. His dick is way too small to mess you 
up inside and you would'a liked it a whole lot."

Rafael sighed as Jerry's finger pushed up and eased inside him 
slightly. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, in fact it was kind of 
nice he decided quickly. It helped that Jerry's finger was well 
lubricated with Vaseline and he barely had the tip inside the boy's 
opening. Almost as soon as Rafael started to enjoy the strange 
feelings that came from behind him, Jerry's finger moved away. 
Rafael shook his head urgently, his desire clearly revealed on his 
small face.

Jerry smirked. "You like that?" he teased. "You do, don't you? 
I don't believe you're still an ass-virgin."

"What's that  mean,...an ass-virgin?" Rafael asked.

Jerry laughed, "Someone like you, Raffy." His finger moved 
back and began to circle slowly around the boy's anus. "A boy who 
hasn't had a dick in here. It won't be long though I bet. There 
aren't many ten-year-olds here that haven't lost their cherries. 
The older kids usually take care of that. Now that Grant's out of 
the way it's just a matter of time until one of those little shit-
pushers like Cal or his buddy Denny pays you a visit."

Rafael looked at Jerry nervously. "What if I don't want to? 
I'm not sure I want to do that with someone like Cal, and I'd never 
do that with Denny."

Jerry shrugged. "You better hope it's not Cal. He's got a real 
big dick, big enough to hurt you if he didn't go slow." Gently his 
forefinger probed back into the little boy's anus, pushing gently 
though firmly and not relaxing until the first joint was inside 
Rafael's anus. His excitement increased as he realized that the 
young boy was not resisting. "You're real tight back there too. You 
better hope one of the other kids get you first. Someone like Jeff. 
His dick is big enough to have fun with but not hurt you too much."

"Does it hurt a lot?" Rafael asked.

Jerry smiled. "Yeah, it usually hurts at first. It can be real 
bad if the guy's got a big one. Then it feels like your guts are 
being torn out. My first time I bled like a pig but I was younger 
than you, I guess nine-and-a-half or so. It wasn't long after I 
came to Baker House. The worst part is you don't shit right for a 
week or more."

"I guess it must mess up your insides," Rafael thought aloud. 
"Does it ever feel okay?" he asked shyly. 

Jerry nodded. "You like how my finger feels back there?"

Rafael breathed out slowly. "Yeah. It's nice. It feels funny. 
It feels a lot different to when you do it in front, to my dick or 
balls. I keep wanting your finger to go in further."

Jerry laughed. "You're gonna like it a lot when you start. Its 
gonna take some time to break you in because your ass is so tight 
but after a few weeks you'll love it. Think of it as my finger only 
a thousand times better. I was pretty sure you liked it."

"Uh! Yeah I guess I do. It feels sorta weird. But it's nice 
too. How can you tell I like it?" Rafael asked. 

"Most kids fight it at first and try to push it back out but 
you didn't. You really want it deeper?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah I guess. Not if it hurts though."

Jerry smiled. "It might. I can't promise it won't. Your 
asshole is real tight so it probably will hurt a bit. You gotta 
remember that the sooner it starts hurting, the sooner you get over 
it and start liking it."

Rafael thought for a moment. Jerry finger was rubbing gently 
into his anus, not going deeply but flowing around and around on 
the slippery oily flesh as the boy's anus opened inwards. Jerry 
concentrated his attention on the nerve-filled opening, knowing the 
effect it would have on the boy. For the first time in more than 
four years Jerry was excited by the idea of anal sex. All he could 
think of was sinking his rock-hard penis into the perfect little 
boy that was lying on his bed. For the first time since he had 
started puberty Jerry was aroused by something other than a 
prepubescent boy's genitals. He had always been able to enjoy 
either making a little boy feel good by his expert handling of the 
small penis and testicles, or by sharing his own semen with the 
youngster. Now he wanted more.

He looked closely at Rafael as he wondered how far he could 
go with the boy. It wasn't that he wondered whether his penis could 
actually fit inside the youngster. He knew that it could, all he 
had to do was be careful and patient and let nature make the 
necessary adjustments to the boy's anatomy. He knew a ten-year-old 
boy could accommodate a man's penis because he had done it himself 
when he wasn't much older than Rafael. However, he also remembered 
how much it had hurt at fist. The big question was whether the boy 
would submit long enough for him to get it inside.

Rafael nodded slowly, "Promise to stop if I ask?"

Jerry nodded. "I promise. I'll go real slow so it won't hurt. 
Stand up."

"Stand up? Why?" Rafael asked.

"Just do it, okay." Jerry said. "Stand up and bend over." He 
grinned as he removed his finger from the boy's crack, giving the 
little rounded scrotum a pinch as he pulled away.

The boy yelped as though he was stung. He didn't like it when 
Jerry pinched or squeezed too hard. The worst part was when the 
older boy flicked at his balls or dick. That did hurt. "You're not 
gonna put your dick in me are you?" the boy asked nervously.

"Not unless you want me to."

Rafael looked uncertain. "I,... I don't think I want to do 
that, okay?"

Jerry smiled, "Well, we'll see. Maybe you'll change your mind 
when you see how good it feels." He moved sideways and Rafael lifted 
his legs up, twisted to the side and stood up before Jerry. The 
young boy faced away from the bed and bent forward at the waist. 
"Split 'em," Jerry breathed out. "Pull your cheeks apart and let's 
see what you've got back there, kid." 

The boy obeyed silently, looking back along the side of his 
body as he watched Jerry scoop out more Vaseline on his finger. For 
a few seconds after the greasy lump was smeared into his anus, the 
boy felt pleasantly cool. The coolness faded as Jerry's fingers 
began to rub into Rafael's opening. With the added lubrication 
there was little Rafael could do to resist the intrusion of Jerry's 
finger. There was no pain as the finger penetrated him to the first 
joint, and then slid in up to the second joint. Even the little 
boy's sphincter gave in without a fight.

"You like that don't you?" Jerry asked, his voice trembling 
with excitement.

"Uh huh. It feels like it's going right up inside me." Rafael 
gasped as the finger twisted and pushed down into his belly. "Ouch,  
shit man that hurts!" he squealed.

Jerry laughed. "It might hurt now but not for long. That's 
your prostate I'm pushing on. That's what makes this fun."

"Well it goddamn hurts," the boy complained. He pulled away 
suddenly and without warning. "I don't wanna do this anymore," he 
said guiltily. All Rafael could think of was Grant and the way that 
the two boys had touched each other at night. He remembered his 
desire to be with Grant and he felt so miserable that he wanted to 
die. He began to hate himself even as he started to enjoy the 
strange sensation that he felt deep inside him. It felt as if Jerry 
had touched the very core of his body and released all of the pent 
up fears and anguish that had been there since before Christmas. 
Rafael wanted Grant more than he could stand. He longed for the 
other boy's slender arms to be wrapped around his chest, to feel 
their legs entwined, to feel their little pensises squashed 
together in a mass of smooth firm hot flesh. He wanted Grant.

 Jerry's finger slid out of his anus as he moved away to pick 
up his clothes. The older boy looked at Rafael sadly. The young boy 
trembled. "Look Jerry, I,... I don't know why but I don't wanna do 
this stuff. I know we've messed around before a bit when Grant 
wasn't here but I want to stop now."

Jerry smirked, "You must really miss you little boyfriend. I 
bet you wish it was Grant here now. Grant, honey you be the boy and 
I'll be the girl and you put your pee-pee in my pussy," Jerry teased 
in a high falsetto voice. "Is that what you want Raffy? For me to 
pretend you're a girl and this thing is a pussy," he added slapping 
the boy's buttocks loudly.

Rafael backed away shaking his head. "Jerry don't be mean,... 
I just don't wanna okay. I keep thinking of Grant, I miss him so 
bad. I just don't wanna do this stuff now." He pulled his jeans up 
and then turned and bolted from the room, leaving his socks and 
shoes on the floor. He didn't want Jerry to see him crying.

                        ++++

 A few days later Rafael was assigned to Calvin's room. It was 
not his choice but at least he would not be by himself. For the 
first few nights Rafael cried, still missing his best friend badly, 
still wishing that he had said good-bye, wanting only to hug Grant 
and press into his friend's naked warmth and fall asleep. He did 
not sleep much. The house parents tried to comfort the boy with 
little success. With twenty three other boys to take care of, there 
was little time for Rafael and his problems. Over the next few weeks 
Calvin slowly became a friend.

The night that Rafael lost his virginity was a night he would 
never forget. It was a cool Spring evening, a Saturday, and without 
the rigid schedule of homework the Baker-House boys had played 
outside until it was too dark to see. It was nearly ten o'clock 
when the game stopped, only a few minutes before 'lights out'. The 
boys had played tag football, a game that Rafael was very good at, 
his lithe body able to dart and twist and easily escape the other 
boys. Although he was smaller than almost of the boys in Baker House 
he could run fast. Rafael was always a 'hot favorite' when the teams 
were picked. That evening Cal was one of the 'team captains'. 
Rafael was pleased when Cal selected him as his very first choice. 
All through the game Rafael did his best to show that Cal's choice 
had been a good one. He scored twice, in fact it was his last 
victory that gave Cal's team the win it deserved. The boys had 
played hard and fast and there was more than one bruised knee or 
scrapped elbow.

As the twenty four boys came into the dorm they were laughing. 
Rafael was the 'star'. His team mates slapped him on the back and 
teased him playfully while the other team wished that the good-
looking, young Puerto-Rican boy had been on their side. The jeers 
and taunts about him being 'gay' had ended when Grant was adopted. 
Living in Cal's room, no one, not even Denny, dared to make a 
comment about the little ten-year-old boy being 'gay'. Rafael 
enjoyed his fleeting popularity, grinning happily as he went up the 
stairs to his 'new' bedroom. It wasn't any different to the one 
he'd lived in with Grant, except that Cal never picked up anything 
and the room was a perpetual mess. It was only when Mr. Edwards 
became angry that Cal did anything at all to clean up the mess.

The boy sat down on his bed and smiled. For the first time in 
months Rafael felt proud, a joy in his heart because he was the 
'hero'. His narrow chest was still heaving with excitement and the 
effort of his long, long run in the darkness, He had swerved, ducked 
and weaved through the other boys as they loomed out of the 
darkness. He could barely see but his eyes had searched for the 
concrete paving that marked the edge of the field and then made a 
wide swing to the left to score in the center of the soccer goal-
posts.

Rafael stretched sleepily, placing his hands behind his neck 
and arching his back with feline grace. He yawned. Luckily the next 
day was Sunday and he would get to sleep in an extra hour before 
he had to get up and attend the 'service' that Mr. Edwards held 
outside every Sunday, unless it was raining of course. Slowly the 
boy kicked off his sneakers and removed his socks, then he pulled 
his sweat-shirt off. He stood up, shivering slightly, and pulled 
his sweat-pants down. As he stood in just his underpants he 
remembered what he had done with Grant at night as soon as the 
lights were turned out. He remembered the way both boys would 
undress and get into the same bed and hug and touch each other. He 
didn't know why it had felt so good but even the memory brought 
gooseflesh to his arms and chest. He shivered again, not so much 
with cold, but from the intensity of the memory.

He reached under his pillow and extracted his pajamas. He had 
started wearing pajamas again as soon as Grant had left. Everything 
had changed then. He had lost interest, even with Jerry, though 
Jerry had looked at him meaningfully whenever he saw the young boy. 
He remembered the day that Grant left vividly. It was the day that 
he lay on his back in the rich green grass with the sun warming his 
exposed flesh. It was the day that Jerry had rubbed at him furiously 
and he had wanted to cry so badly. The young boy hadn't orgasmed 
that afternoon, and hadn't since. He had lost interest in 
everything, even that.

 Rafael pulled on his pajamas and dragged down the covers of 
his bed. There was a stale smell in the room after the fresh air 
outdoors. He settled down and picked up the book he was trying to 
read. Every word was a labor, a trial that he underwent as he 
sounded it out aloud, then tried to make sense out of it. It had 
taken weeks and he was barely one third of the way through it. He 
wished he could read like Grant. He had raced through books, barely 
slowing to turn the page. Rafael managed to read just two sentences 
in the ten minutes or so before Cal came into the room.

"Whatcha doin', boy?" Cal jeered as he started to undress.

"Readin', what's it look like?" Rafael replied, his attention 
now distracted by the older boy, reluctant to continue sounding out 
the words. "Where you been, anyway? It's 'lights out' any minute."

Cal smirked, "Talkin' to Mister Edwards.... 'bout you, boy."

"Huh? What about me?" Rafael asked, putting the book down on 
the table between the two beds. His eyes travelled to Cal's body. 
The other boy already had stripped down to his underpants. He was 
dark, 'lots darker' than Rafael. His nearly black skin looked like 
black velvet. Cal flexed his muscles. He was eleven-and-a-half-
years-old and already well into puberty. His pectoral muscles were 
well formed and his genitals bulged noticeably into his clothes. 
It was hard for Rafael to believe that a boy who was only a year-
and-a-half older could have a bulge that big. There was even a trace 
of hair under Cal's arms and a small patch surrounding his penis 
but even more noticeable was the fact that his voice was already 
deepening. As Rafael looked at Cal he suddenly felt jealous though 
he did not understand why.

"None of yo' 'fair, boy," Cal said as he began to put on his 
pajama pants. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

Rafael shrugged, then said, "You sure have big muscles, Cal."

The older boy smirked as he pulled the pants up to cover his 
groin. He jumped onto the foam mattress of the bed and bounced. 
"Turn out the lights, boy," he ordered.

Rafael looked at him angrily. "You were already up, you 
could'a done it," he said as he slipped out of bed and padded over 
to the doorway. He flicked the switch then got back into his bed. 
He lay there silently, waiting for sleep to overtake him. There was 
a rustling sound coming from the bed next to him, the movement under 
the covers unseen but still audible. "Cal,... you still awake?"

"Yeah! Whatcha want?" the other boy growled, breathing 
heavily.

"Cal,... thanks for picking me tonight."

"Yeah! Sure! You played good. Now shut up and go to sleep."

Rafael closed his eyes, trying hard to fall asleep but still 
listening. The rustling sound continued, rising and falling, 
getting faster then slowing down. The other boy's breathing seemed 
to come in quick gasps. Rafael tried to shut it out by pushing his 
head hard into his pillow and covering his ears with his hands. The 
rustling sounds were interrupted as the other boy grunted, then 
began to groan.

"Cal,... I can't sleep," Rafael whispered. He knew what the 
other boy was doing.

"Shut the fuck up," Cal swore angrily. There was silence in 
the room for almost a minute then Rafael heard the unmistakable 
sounds of the covers pulled back and Cal coming over to his bed. 
He twisted around onto his back and looked up. Cal was standing by 
the side of his bed, his hand wrapped around his thick hard cock, 
sliding it up and down slowly. Cal's hips were moving at the same 
time, pumping his cock in a lewd sexual display. "Move over and lie 
on your belly, boy," Cal ordered.

"Why?" Rafael asked, his fear rising as he understood Cal's 
order. Jerry's warning screamed through his mind.

"'cause I'm putting this up yo' ass. That's why."

"Cal,... I don't wanna, okay?" Rafael begged. A desire, 
previously unknown, dormant inside Rafael's mind burst free and 
rose up inside him. Somewhere deep inside the young boy something 
surrendered. He trembled as he felt Cal's knees on the side of the 
bed next to him. Then strong hands pushed at him and turned him 
over onto his side, then onto his back. He knew that he should fight 
but there was no fight left inside him. Rafael buried his face into 
his pillow as he felt the boy tugging his pajama pants and 
underpants downward, past his knees and all the way to his feet, 
then off. He felt the hands pushing his legs apart and Cal changing 
his position and kneeling between his outstretched legs. Rafael 
made one last halfhearted effort to save himself.

"Cal,.... Please? I don't wanna do this. Please Cal?" he 
pleaded. He tried to scream out but the cry lodged in his throat 
and was strangled by his pillow as his head was pushed down hard. 
Rafael felt his buttocks being parted, strong hands gripping his 
small soft cheeks and splitting him open. He felt the hot breath 
of the other boy on his bottom and then a wetness as Cal drooled 
spit into the young boy's crevice. Rafael felt Cal's fingers 
rubbing into him and pushing at his little anus. He gasped with 
shock as a very strong finger penetrated the puckered lip. Cal 
dribbled more spit into the boy, smearing it deeper, pushing and 
grunting as he worked his forefinger.

"No,... Cal,... Please?" Rafael implored as he felt Cal 
leaning forward over him. Then the older boy's breath was on his 
neck and shoulders and over his cheek as Rafael tried to submerge 
himself into the pillow. The hands moved back to his cheeks and 
parted them wide. Something big and very hot pushed between the 
boy's small soft cheeks and sought the boy's entry with expert 
precision. It found the small opening and began to squeeze. Rafael 
yelped as he felt the pressure increase, a sharp, uncomfortable 
sensation as Cal's engorged cock began to worm its way inside him.

"Shut the fuck up, boy", Cal said angrily. "You gonna like 
this, boy," he added, pushing even harder, "Soon as I git 'im in 
ya. Just relax and push down like ya takin' a crap. Don't hurt half 
as bad then. If you fight it I'll tear ya guts out."

Rafael took a deep breath, choking back his sobs, trying hard 
to do what Cal had told him. He squeezed down, then relaxed as the 
pressure eased. Then as Cal pushed again, he pushed with all of his 
might. It hurt like hell, but he could feel it sinking ever deeper 
into him. It felt even bigger than it looked. "It hurts,... real 
bad, Cal," he cried.

Cal grunted and pushed even harder and Rafael wailed into his 
pillow. "Yo' ass is tight as a dog's," Cal grunted, "Fuckin' tight-
assed boy." The older boy slammed down as hard as he could, intent 
only on taking possession of the young body. He was oblivious to 
Rafael's pain, unheeding of his pleas to stop. Inexorably, his cock 
pushed into the ten-year-old boy's body. It stretched the delicate 
tissue to the point of bursting. Cal stopped, getting his own 
breath while Rafael sobbed, now shaking in terror.

"Stop ya blubbering," Cal said angrily. Then Cal began in 
earnest, mindless to the young boy's crying as he pounded into him. 
The pain grew and grew until the boy could no longer stand it and 
he sunk into a welcome insensibility, numbed to the white burning 
pain that tore into his guts. Cal's motions became faster and 
faster, going the full depth of his cock, nearly six inches of thick 
hard cock contained inside the shuddering little boy. When Cal 
climaxed he quaked and grunted as his semen was ejaculated. He 
stopped moving and dropped down, his sweaty body draped over the 
inert boy. "You sure liked it," he gasped, "I could tell. Always 
knew you was a faggot, Raffy."

He pulled away and his softening cock jerked out of the boy's 
distended hole with a loud suck. 'You shitted on me, too," he said 
angrily, wiping the dark mess away from his cock on the boy's small 
buttocks, then using the sheet to get the last of it off. He moved 
to one side, then came to his feet, "Yeah, I could tell you liked 
it," he jeered as he went back to his own bed, his desire 
temporarily satisfied.

Rafael could barely move. The pain was excruciating. It felt 
as though Cal was still stabbing into him. His pillow wet with his 
tears and it felt as if his bowel was on fire. Rafael tried to fight 
the truth of what Cal had said but it was impossible. He began to 
cry, not in anger or rage but in the terror of the knowledge that 
he now possessed. The young boy wanted only to sleep and to forget, 
to wake up and find that it had never happened. He turned onto his 
side and clenched his jaws as the pain worsened. Slowly he curled 
up into a ball. The pain in his belly came without warning, it was 
a cramp worse that he had ever had with diarrhea. His bowel opened 
and he exploded onto the bed. Torrents of steaming, foul smelling 
fluid and hard lumps gushed out of him as he convulsed in agony. 
As soon as it stopped the worst of the pain seemed to disappear. 
There was still a terrible ache inside his bottom but he could live 
with that.

Rafael could hear Cal laughing. The smell filled the room and 
he could feel the wetness all over him, covering his legs and back. 
"You gotta hold it in, boy. You stinked up the whole room, wid yo' 
shit. You gotta squeeze it back till it stops, then git out to the 
can." Cal jeered. "I don't want yo' messin' here."

Rafael staggered up out of bed. He stood half-naked, swaying 
and nearly falling as the foul mess dripped onto the floor and oozed 
down his legs. The little boy cried as he pulled the sheets from 
his bed, stripping off everything down to the plastic-covered 
mattress, then carrying them out into the bathroom. He didn't care 
if the other boys saw him stumbling half-naked down the corridor 
to the bathroom. It took forever to wash the sheets clean and wipe 
the spots off his blankets. He showered, cleansing himself 
carefully, shocked when he found traces of blood on his fingers as 
he washed his bottom. He dried off and pulled his pajama top on. 
He carried the sheets down into the basement before he went back 
to the bedroom. Cal was already asleep as Rafael lay down and pulled 
the wet blankets over him.

Two long weeks would pass before the pain and shame left the 
young boy. Each time Rafael would cry, begging Cal to leave him 
alone until he came to accept the nightly ritual. As weeks turned 
into months and early summer arrived, a change came over Rafael. 
Slowly his body grew to accept the other boy until a hunger was 
awakened inside him and he waited for Cal to come across the floor 
and into his bed.

                         ++++

Rafael lay half awake, half dreaming as his mind drifted 
aimlessly, his slumber coming and going as he passed from sleep to 
being awake and back to sleep again. The boy stirred and his foot 
stretched out into the coolness between the sheets in a distant 
corner of the bed. He felt the rawness still inside him. It was a 
familiar sore ache, an ever-present dull ache that persisted 
between his small cheeks and extended upward into him. It was an 
ache that was there every morning now.

The boy closed his eyes and for a few minutes tried to block 
out the memory. But it was insistent and the harder he tried to 
forget, the stronger it became. Rafael had tried to hate it and 
deny what he felt, but each time he tried he had relented. In just 
the last few weeks his shameful need had become increasingly more 
demanding. Now he submitted to the other boy with a desperate 
hunger inside him. Sometimes the hunger overwhelmed him and several 
times other boys, usually two boys from the next room, had waited 
to take their turns with him. They took their pleasure one after 
the other until he was barely conscious of what was happening, when 
Rafael was too exhausted to move, to try, or even want to stop them. 
He didn't care anymore. At first he'd been angry and tried to fight 
Cal. For the first few weeks and after the pain of the first time, 
Rafael had struggled as hard as he could to resist, but not any 
longer. He knew he would never be able to resist again.

Even from the first night, his times with Cal were unlike the 
games he'd played with Grant. He still remembered the curious 
explorations under the covers in the middle of the night, or early 
in the morning before the other boys were noisy. Those were times 
of mutual pleasuring, of discovery, of innocence, of friendship. 
It was very different with Cal.

Suddenly Rafael was aware of the other boy beside him as the 
lean dark body bent down and pulled back the sheets. Rafael shifted 
to one side so that the boy could get in beside him. Rafael wore 
only the top half of his pajamas, the pants discarded somewhere in 
the bed. He knew it was Cal even though the room was still too dark 
to see his face. Rafael didn't care that Cal was black, most of the 
boys in Centerville were black. At least with Cal, there was 
friendship, or something that approached it. He liked Cal though 
not in the way he'd liked Grant. He felt Cal's hand clasp his small 
hard penis and the tips of the other boy's fingers squeezed into 
his little scrotum painfully. He winced, then reached out with his 
own hand.

Cal was older than Rafael, nearly eighteen months older. He 
was bigger and stronger, and well into puberty. The other boy's 
penis was bigger, much bigger than Rafael's small appendage. It was 
a thick, long cock with a head that flared broadly. The tip was 
already slightly moist with pre-cum and it pulsed with the 
unbridled energy and strength of youth. Suddenly, in the pit of 
Rafael's stomach, the irresistible urge began to grow, quickly 
becoming a frightening insistent demand from deep inside his young 
body. Rafael wanted the other's boy's penis inside him more than 
he could stand and he twisted away so that his back was toward Cal.

"You got stuff for my cock?" Cal demanded, "else I'm gonna 
fuck yo' ass dry boy."

Rafael nodded and reached back under the bed to find the small 
jar of Vaseline secreted in the metal framework of the bed. In Baker 
House, Vaseline was the lubricant of choice though any number of 
other things sufficed at times. Rafael's precious jar of Vaseline 
was safely hidden by his mattress. There was a moment's pause while 
Cal pulled his pajamas down his thighs and pushed them down to his 
knees. He rubbed the greasy gel over his cock and settled down 
behind the younger boy. Automatically Rafael drew his knees upward 
and curled into the familiar fetal-position, He reached back to 
part his cheeks wide open with his fingers so that the other boy 
could do 'it' to him.  Rafael felt the blunt tip of Cal's penis 
press into him. The hard roundness swelled into his crack, then as 
it located the soft looseness of the boy's opening, pushed forward, 
harder and harder as it demanded entry into him. Rafael felt the 
boy bear down. Cal used all of his strength and the pressure 
increased, suddenly becoming painful as the older boy's penis was 
driven forward relentlessly.

"God'am you got a tight ass," Cal grunted as he forced inward. 
Then suddenly Rafael's body yielded, no longer able to resist and 
Cal's nearly six-inch cock slid into him, without respite until it 
could go no further. Rafael whimpered as the other boy filled him. 
Cal's every movement was transmitted directly into the very core 
of Rafael's own small body. They were joined inseparably as the 
black boy began to thrust rhythmically. Cal was oblivious to the 
smaller boy's gasping, his shudders and crying. He was intent only 
on his own satisfaction and wanted only to release his semen into 
the young boy lying before him. 

Rafael closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He buried his 
face in his pillow and fought against his desire for it. His 
sphincter had relaxed completely now and Cal pumped frantically 
against him, his thick engorged cock bursting for relief. Rafael 
began to tremble and his legs jerked with each thrust. Within 
seconds his body was straining in ecstasy and he writhed on the end 
of the other boy's penis, grinding his insides into the fabulous 
heat that grew inside him until he couldn't stand it. Rafael's own 
small thighs and hips began moving and working in unison to force 
Cal's cock harder and deeper into him. Rafael felt the other boy 
ejaculate. He felt the orgasm approach, the furious motion, the 
grunts getting louder, and then the sudden small hot pressure 
somewhere deep inside him as the cock spurted into him. The penis 
deep inside him continued to jerk spasmodically as Cal arched back, 
moaning as the orgasm passed through him. Cal's face contorted with 
delight and then he flopped back down on the bed as his erection 
began to fade.

It was over and Rafael felt the intense loneliness return, the 
sadness and emptiness as Cal withdrew his slippery, sticky penis 
from inside him. It left a void within the younger boy. Rafael felt 
drained and he lay silently, still curled up as Cal wiped his cock 
clean on Rafael's pajama pants. Unlike the first few weeks, it left 
only yellowish smears of mucus and semen. The older boy got up and 
pulling his pajama pants back up. "You gotta be the best fuck here 
Raffy. You know, you should'a a bin a girl! Yo' asshole sure makes 
a great cunt," he taunted as he turned away. Cal went back to his 
own bed, grinning with satisfaction.

Rafael lay on his bed alone but his desire still raged. 
Increasingly, his urge was unabated and his young body hungered for 
more. He silently prayed that someone else would come. But he knew 
it was already too late. They always came, if they came, at night 
after 'lights out'. Soon Mr. Edwards, the 'house father', would be 
coming around to get the boys out of bed. Frustrated and impotent 
in his anger, Rafael felt around in the bed for his pajama pants 
and pulled them on, oblivious to the sticky wetness on his legs and 
buttocks. For Rafael, that Thursday had started just like any other 
day.

                           ++++

In the summer the boys at Centerville were supposed to do 
chores around the dorm or work in the garden before they engaged 
in a variety of sports activities. However, this week Mrs. Edwards 
had gone away for a holiday and it was a relatively simple process 
for the boys to convince Mr. Edwards that they would do their chores 
in the afternoon. So after breakfast the boys went out to play 
baseball. Rafael liked playing baseball but he wasn't that good at 
it, not like some of the other boys. He was an 'okay' pitcher but 
when it came time to hit there was no way he could keep up with the 
bigger boys.

The problem that Thursday morning was that he couldn't find 
his mitt. The mitt was his Christmas present, the only present he 
had received at Christmas. It was one of the few things that he 
owned. The boy searched his room. He expected to find it in his 
locker where it always was, but it wasn't there. The search was 
made more difficult by the untidy mess that Cal made in the room. 
By the time he'd looked in all of the usual places the noise in the 
adjoining rooms from the other boys as they collected their things 
had faded. Rafael knew that they were headed outside to the playing 
fields and he would be lucky to be picked for one of the teams. 
Then it was silent.

Rafael sat down on his unmade bed. He winced slightly as he 
felt the increased pressure on his buttocks. He was aware of the 
constant rawness inside him. It felt like it was somewhere near his 
belly, only deeper inside him. The bruised flesh was still tender 
though it really didn't bother him much anymore. It was something 
he had already gotten used to, something he had to put up with when 
he did 'it' with Cal. "Damn," Rafael swore aloud, "Its gotta be 
here somewhere." The boy half-closed his eyes and sucked on his 
bottom lip. He thought hard, trying to remember where he had seen 
the glove last. He'd had it yesterday, he had to have had it then, 
because he played 'catcher' in the late afternoon, right before 
dinner.

The boy thought back, trying to retrace his steps, going 
through everything he could remember doing after he had left the 
playing field. He'd come back into the dorm through the rear door, 
with Cal and most of the other boys. They'd stopped in the kitchen 
for water to drink, instead Mr. Edwards had made them lemonade. 
Maybe he'd left the glove in the kitchen? Then both he and Cal had 
gone down into the basement to pick up the laundry basket. He'd had 
the mitt then,... because he'd put it on the ledge,... while they 
loaded the basket with clothes. Rafael grinned and stood up. He 
left the room and went out into the corridor. It was dead-quiet, a 
calm had settled over the building now that twenty four boys 
between the ages of nine and thirteen were outside. The silence 
seemed eery. It was hot in the corridor, the early summer's heat 
already too much for the small window air-conditioners to deal with 
effectively. It was only nine o'clock and it would get much hotter 
before the day was through. Summer had barely started.

Rafael trotted down the stairs and took the last three with a 
leap. He ran down the hall and opened the door to the basement 
stairs. There was nothing to be scared of but he still didn't like 
the basement. It was cooler down there but most of the light bulbs 
had broken and it was 'kinda dark'. The boy switched on the light 
and looked down the stairs. It didn't seem to be any lighter, in 
fact the only light seemed to come from the small window in the 
side wall. He went down the stairs cautiously, almost ready to run 
back upstairs at the slightest reason. At the bottom of the stairs 
he looked around in the gloom. It was dark and he realized that the 
lights were all out. He waited for a few moments as his eyes became 
accustomed to the darkness.

For some reason, Rafael sensed that he wasn't alone. It seemed 
as if someone else was there with him, though he knew that everyone 
else had gone outside. He didn't call out, instead he walked 
quietly across the basement floor, feeling his way cautiously in 
the general direction of where he thought the glove lay on the 
ledge. A ten-year-old boy weighing just sixty-nine pounds doesn't 
make much sound. When he reached the other side of the room he felt 
along the ledge. His fingers brushed against the smooth leather of 
his mitt and he picked it up. Rafael shivered slightly, his sense 
that someone else was in the basement suddenly intensifying. It was 
an irrational feeling, a kind of forbidding feeling and in that 
instant he knew he shouldn't be there. He looked around and tried 
to see into the darkness.

Then, without warning a light was switched on and a stream of 
light seemed to pour out of Mr. Edwards' store room. It startled 
Rafael and he shivered again as his smooth soft skin turning to 
gooseflesh. And then he heard the first muffled sounds. He took a 
step, then another, coming ever closer to the open door of the store 
room. He stopped. Standing where he was, Rafael was still in 
darkness. Although he still couldn't see into the room he knew 
someone was there. Rafael took another step and his body tensed, 
the muscles in his slender legs poised to run and take flight. Now 
he could see inside the room.

His heart jumped and a cry of shock almost burst from his 
mouth. Mr. Edwards  was standing, half naked, his pants and 
underpants at his ankles. Cal was kneeling before him, still fully 
dressed. He leaned forward as he held Mr. Edwards' penis in his 
hands. It was a huge penis, long and thick and engorged. It stood 
straight out, perpendicular to the man's body. The man's balls 
seemed enormous, pink and so heavy that they seemed to swing like 
a pendulum. They slapped noisily against the man's legs. And there 
was hair, not the soft downy hair that most of the older boys in 
the dorm sported, but thick black hair. It was like wire as it 
curled and twisted, covering his groin and spreading out onto his 
thighs and up his belly. Cal was touching Mr. Edwards' penis. He 
was rubbing his hands along it and teasing it with his fingers. It 
was close to the boy's face, barely inches away. Rafael felt more 
afraid than he'd every been before. He tried to back away. His mind 
filled with the image of Cal earlier that morning lying behind him 
after they had done 'it', still too exhausted to move following his 
orgasm. He could feel Cal's fingers stroking his own small penis. 
His penis was tiny in comparison with Mr. Edwards'.

Rafael knew he shouldn't be there. He knew that he shouldn't 
be watching. He knew that Cal and Mr. Edwards shouldn't be doing 
this. The boy didn't move. He was fascinated by the man's monstrous 
cock and by what Cal was doing. The man's rampart cock was as long 
as his forearm, about eight inches long, and at least as thick as 
his wrist. The young boy swallowed. He was unable to take his eyes 
away. Cal's tongue poked out and licked the swollen head. The man 
responded with a sigh, then his hands moved to the boy's head and 
his fingers dug into the short frizzy black hair behind Cal's ears, 
to pull the boy forward. Cal's mouth opened wide. There was a 
sinking sensation in Rafael's belly, a kind of inevitability about 
what Cal was doing. The thrill that Rafael felt that was unlike 
anything he had ever known. Rafael watched as Mr. Edwards' penis 
brushed against the other boy's lips, then went in. Cal's mouth 
stretched wide open as the huge cock moved forward.

Rafael trembled. He'd done this before. At first with Grant 
as the two nine-year-old boys discovered each other's tastes and 
the delicious feelings that came from being warm and wet and 
enclosed in something so soft. Then with Cal. Only it was different 
with Cal. Cal was bigger, so much bigger that his cock filled 
Rafael's mouth until there was no room for his own tongue. And Cal 
did it to the end, until it hurt in the back of his throat. Cal did 
it back and forth until Rafael had to swallow the other boy's juice, 
until he could barely breathe and all he could taste was a strange 
saltiness in his mouth.

Rafael watched as Cal did what Mr. Edwards wanted. The man 
stood with his legs apart and his eyes were barely open. He held 
Cal's head tightly, letting the boy do what he wanted for a minute 
and then taking over. Rafael watched as Mr. Edwards' hips began to 
move. He watched in awe as the huge cock went halfway into Cal's 
mouth, then pulled back out until only the head was still inside. 
He watched as Cal's fingers massaged the man's balls. He watched 
as Mr. Edwards moved, rhythmically, but with ever-increasing 
ferocity. The minutes seemed to rush by, to Rafael those minutes 
seemed like an eternity as every motion, every gasp, every groan, 
was indelibly imprinted in his brain. He watched as Mr. Edwards' 
hands tightened on Cal's head and his thighs bucked savagely, 
forcing his cock impossibly far into Cal's mouth. The boy gagged 
and tried to pull away, trying frantically to stand up, but unable 
to escape then forced back to his knees. Rafael watched as Mr. 
Edwards shuddered and groaned, his hands grasping Cal's head so 
that it was immobile. Instinctively Rafael knew what had happened. 
He knew that the man's sperm had spurted into Cal's mouth and that 
the boy was swallowing it the same way that he'd learned to swallow 
Cal's milky sperm.

Then it seemed as if Cal couldn't take any more and he jerked 
away. The huge cock slid out of his mouth and the last spurts 
emptied over Cal's face. Rafael felt sick. His mind raced as 
feelings of shame, despair, dread, panic, were all overpowered by 
his excitement. He could not look away. Cal's hand reached up, 
smearing the man's white juice over his dark face and away from his 
mouth. A dribble from the corner ran down to his chin. The boy was 
smiling and then his tongue poked out, licking his lips, licking 
up Mr. Edwards' sperm. Mr. Edwards was breathing deeply. His penis 
was softening even as Rafael stared at it, still disbelieving 
despite the evidence before his eyes. The ten-year-old boy was 
transfixed.

"You're good! Cal, you sure suck good kid," the man sighed. 
The boy looked up and grinned. "I sure gave you a mouthful huh? 
I've been saving that load for you, boy. Knowing how much you like 
it 'n all," he said. "No wonder you got such a big dick huh? Come 
on let me see you kiss my dick, then let's see your dick, Calvin". 
The boy smirked and leaned forward. His lips pursed as they touched 
the head of the man's cock, now wet and sticky with saliva and 
semen. "Yeah! Calvin, that's right boy, you kiss my dick," Mr. 
Edwards grunted.

Slowly Cal raised up and stood before Mr. Edwards. The boy was 
grinning, his mouth open slightly as he breathed heavily. He was 
visibly excited. His hands dropped down to his waist and he 
unfastened his belt. He opened his zipper and pushed his cutoff 
jeans downward, past his knees and almost to the floor. His cock 
was rigid, just like it had been with Rafael earlier that morning. 
It was thick and long and flared at the head. It was a lot smaller 
than Mr. Edwards' penis but still a very big cock for a boy who 
wasn't even twelve years old. "Yeah! There's my little boyfriend," 
Mr. Edwards said as he reached out and easily enclosed the boy's 
penis in his hand. He smiled as he slowly rubbed his hand up and 
down the shaft, pumping the full smooth length of it. The taut black 
flesh seemed to shine with the fullness of the boy's erection.

Cal moved closer and pressed his penis forward, bringing his 
small chest against the man's belly. "Yeah, you like that, don't 
ya, Calvin boy. You still sticking this up Raffy's ass like I told 
ya." Cal nodded and his small dark buttocks clenched as his thighs 
pressed forward. His narrow hips began to hump against the man's 
hand. "The kid like it any more?" Mr. Edwards asked. 

The boy stopped moving, "Yeah, he's likin' it more. He don't 
cry no more anyways."

"You doin' it a lot like I asked?"

"Yeah, like you said, okay? I bin pluggin' him a whole lot. 
H's ass is sure gettin' bigger. He ain't that tight no more." The 
boy smirked then added, "Yeah! Dumb little mother's likin' so much 
he don't even get his shit on me no more."

The man chuckled, "You like screwin' his ass Cal, don't ya? 
Just the same as I like doing yours." The boy shrugged and pretended 
to be disinterested. "Maybe I should'a put the kid in with one of 
the older boys, maybe Tony or Denny?"

The boy smirked, "He already bin fucked by them guys. They 
ain't no 'count."

The man laughed. "You're jokin' me Cal. Raffy's had it with 
Tony and Denny? In his ass?"

Cal nodded, "They hammered the crap outta him 'bout a week 
ago. Little Raffy just fuckin' loved it, man."

Mr. Edwards grinned, "No shit, Cal? So little Raffy's turning 
into a real good fuck huh? You think he's ready for the major 
leagues yet?"

"Huh?" 

"No more kid's stuff. You think he's ready to get it off with 
a man?"

"Wid you," Cal asked.

"Fuck no! That'd be a goddamed waste of his cute little ass. 
Not with his looks. That kid is a real doll. No Cal, if he's humpin' 
his ass the way you say, that kid's got a great future. See, I gotta 
plan for little Raffy. He's going to be my ticket out of this 
fuckin' asshole dump."

The boy pulled away slightly, his eyes narrowing angrily, 
"Whatcha mean by that?"

Mr. Edwards smirked. "You'll see Cal, you'll see, boy. I know 
someone who likes little boys, cute little boys,... just like our 
Raffy. If he humps his ass, the kid could go a long way, maybe even 
git outta this dump himself."

The boy looked even more angry, "I can do whatever that little 
fucker can," he retorted.

The man shrugged, "Yeah, but you ain't the kind he likes, 
Calvin. But you sure are my kind," he smirked and squeezed harder 
on the boy's erect penis. "Maybe I outta fuck your ass. How 'bout 
it Cal, you want my dick up there?"

The boy glanced down. The man's penis was soft and it hung 
limply between his legs. "Not with that you ain't, man," he 
taunted. "You ain't putting that thing no where."

Mr. Edwards chuckled, "So what is it this time Cal? Whatcha 
want now? You want more pot?"

The boy looked up and met the man's eyes teasingly as he 
smiled, "You gonna take me to the baseball game, 'morrow night?"

The man sighed, "Yeah, Yeah I'll take ya,  but I want it in 
the car on the way home too."

The boy nodded, the terms fixed, the bargain made. Cal pressed 
forward again and pushed his hips against the man's thigh. he began 
to rub his aroused cock back and forth as his hips gyrated. The 
man's genitals pressed into his belly as Rafael watched them moving 
back and forth. Cal's body was a stark contrast to Mr. Edwards; the 
boy's body was dark and lean compared to pink softness of the man. 
The fat of his belly was so pale that it appeared almost white. 
"Yeah," he sighed, "That feels good, Cal, don't it." The boy didn't 
stop moving and his small buttocks clenched with each forward 
motion as he pressed forward. He rubbed his aroused cock with 
increasing speed, quickly becoming more aggressive.

Rafael tried to turn away, to disappear back into the darkness 
and find the light at the top of the stairs. he wanted to escape 
up to the safety that lay outside the basement. But he couldn't 
move, he couldn't take his eyes away from the man and boy before 
him. Finally he managed to back away a few feet so that he could 
not see into the room. The words he'd heard confused him. He knew 
that Cal and Mr. Edwards had been talking about him, about what 
he'd done with Cal in his bed at night. They had even talked about 
what he'd done the week before with the two other boys. They were  
silent witnesses as they'd waited for their own turns.

He felt hot, incredibly hot and he trembled as he stood in the 
cool darkness of the basement. He was afraid of what he'd heard Cal 
say to Mr. Edwards. The man now knew what he'd been doing with other 
boys. And yet, despite his fear, there was an excitement that was 
stronger than he could stand. His own small penis had hardened 
until it was poking rudely out into his shorts. It was tight in his 
underpants. His hand moved until his fingers brushed against the 
small hard bulge and then slowly he began to fondle himself. The 
tips of his fingers pinched through the two layers of cloth and 
worked on the swollen little glans. His head was spinning as 
thoughts erupted in his mind. They were unconnected thoughts, 
thoughts about Mr. Edwards and the man's huge, hair-covered penis, 
and Cal and what the two boys did together at night in his bed. 
Then Mr. Edwards' words flashed through his brain, "You think he's 
ready for the major leagues yet?....No more kid's stuff.... You 
think he's ready to get it off with a man?... He likes cute little 
boys like our Raffy." Those words frightened him more than anything 
else.

Shaking with a strange mixture of excitement and curiosity, 
full of apprehension, Rafael stepped forward and looked back into 
the store room. Mr. Edwards was squatting on the floor. His hands 
were under the workbench as he searched for something. He turned 
back with a key and held it up, smirking at Cal. The boy smiled 
back. He was shamelessly masturbating his rigid penis, moving his 
hand slowly and very deliberately. Mr. Edwards stood up, with his 
pants at his ankles, and waddled clumsily over to a closet. Rafael 
stifled a giggle. He watched spellbound as the man opened the lock, 
unfastened the hasp, and pulled the door towards him. He squatted 
again and pulled a drawer out at the bottom of the closet. His big 
pale buttocks faced towards Rafael and again the boy almost 
giggled. For a few moment he searched through the drawer and then 
he turned back to the boy. Mr. Edwards held up a pink 'stick' that 
was shaped not unlike his own penis, only smaller. Cal was still 
masturbating but he nodded. Although he'd never seen a dildo in his 
entire life, Rafael swallowed, knowing with absolute certainty what 
the pink thing was for. He watched as Mr. Edwards searched in the 
drawer again and retrieved a white tube. He squeezed the end of it 
and smeared something over the pink 'penis' until he was satisfied. 
Mr. Edwards dropped the white tube back into the drawer and came 
back towards Cal. The boy moved over towards the work bench and 
leaned forward so that his chest was on top. The boy's hips pressed 
into the edge. Mr. Edwards moved in closer so that he stood slightly 
to one side of the boy, obscuring most of Rafael's view.

But Rafael knew what was happening. He knew from Cal's stance 
as his legs moved apart slightly and his hands came back to his 
buttocks and clasped his cheeks and spread them apart. Rafael knew 
from the other boy's gasp and the little cry of pain as the tip of 
the dildo was pressed into him. There was a yelp as it found Cal's 
anus and stopped. Then came the whimper, the little puppy-dog 
whimper that was almost crying. It was the same as Rafael made when 
Cal's penis pushed forward and sank into him, inch by inch filling 
his body and stretching him wide open, so wide that he was afraid 
he'd split open and his insides would come bursting out of his 
belly.

"Stop a bit," Cal gasped, "Gawd! Shit that fuckin' hurts, man. 
I ain't no fudge-boy like Raffy."

"Yeah! But you like it don't ya Calvin? It's big ain't it and 
I know you like it big. Yeah, that's right, squeeze your ass boy... 
Yeah, work on it. Now take some more," the man grunted, pushing 
forward again.

Cal squealed as the cock lunged forward, sliding the rest of 
the way down into the boy's rectum until he was fully impaled on 
it. "Yeah, you got all of it now," Mr. Edwards said. He paused until 
Cal's trembling body quietened. "You ready kid?"

The boy nodded. From where he stood Rafael could see Mr. 
Edwards' hand begin to move. Not far at first, maybe just an inch 
or two. He could see Cal's body trembling and jerking back as Mr. 
Edwards' hand pulled away. He heard the sobs building up in the 
other boy, not crying but gasping out the pain the same way that 
he did himself. Then after just a few more minutes Rafael could see 
Mr. Edwards hand moving further and using long slow strokes as he 
forced the dildo back and forth. Cal was moaning and his black legs 
were shaking uncontrollably. Sometimes his feet lifted right of the 
floor and his shorts and underpants finally dropped away from his 
ankles and fell onto the floor. Rafael stood silently. His entire 
thoughts were focused on what Mr. Edwards was doing. Time and time 
again he found himself wondering what it felt like. It didn't seem 
to be hurting Cal any more, in fact he knew almost exactly what Cal 
was feeling. Once it got loose enough inside the boy knew that it 
was impossible not to like the feelings that came.

"Gonna cum,... any second,...," Cal suddenly breathed out as 
his body shuddered violently, trying to push back on the dildo, 
then trying to pull away from the torture.

"The fuck you are. I ain't done with you, Calvin," Mr. Edwards 
said angrily. He pulled the dildo free of the boy's body. It came 
out with a wet, muddy sound and Calvin grunted. He twisted the boy 
around off the workbench and grasped the boy by the hips as Calvin 
started to collapse, his legs unable to support his own weight. The 
boy's hands stayed at his buttocks, still pulling them wide open 
as he tilted forward at the waist like a rag doll that couldn't 
stand up by itself. They were turned side on to Rafael and he 
watched. Rafael knew what was happening as he saw Mr. Edwards' hips 
pushing forward then pulling Cal back towards him at the same time 
as he strained against the boy. Rafael heard the long frightened 
squeal from the other boy. He knew what caused it but he didn't 
believe. Mr. Edwards' penis was too big, way too big to go in there. 
The man stopped until the boy was able to recover his breath. Then 
he came forward again. Again Cal squealed, not as loudly, more like 
a cry of terror that was cut off short. "It's in," Mr. Edwards 
gasped, his body relaxing quickly.

"Shit! It hurts," the boy cried.

"Yeah Calvin, but you like it don't ya, boy. You like it in 
ya just like little Raffy does," the man teased. He pushed forward 
again, relentlessly. He was oblivious to the boy's cries of pain 
and his pleading for the man to stop. And then the worst was over, 
his cock broke through the resistance of the boy's sphincter and 
Cal's cries faded. Rafael watched, still unable to believe his own 
eyes, now shaking his head in doubt. He watched as Mr. Edwards began 
to move faster. He plunged back and forth against the writhing 
gasping boy, pumping the half-naked boy on his cock by jerking back 
on his hips. Unlike Cal, who only did it for a few minutes before 
it was over, Mr. Edwards seemed to go on and on forever, endlessly 
thrusting his huge penis into the boy until he was barely 
conscious. And then, like before, Mr. Edwards strained forward, 
then arched back> He lifted Cal's legs off the floor and his face 
contorted in the sudden expiration of his pleasure. After a few 
seconds he let the boy go and Cal slipped downward, falling away 
from the man. The still erect cock slid like a snake out of his 
hole as the boy collapsed onto the floor. But the man's huge cock 
was red, the color of blood, and there was red streaks on the 
insides of Cal's thighs. Suddenly panicked, Rafael backed away, and 
felt his way back to the stairs. As quietly as he could he went up, 
up to the light and the heat of the day outside.

The memory stayed with him. All through the baseball game he 
was constantly diverted. All through the rest of the day Rafael 
kept looking for Cal and Mr. Edwards, not seeing either of them 
until it was almost time for dinner. That night, the first night 
for many weeks, Cal didn't get into Rafael's bed as soon as the 
lights went out and the younger boy lay there in the darkness, 
unhappy and lonely in the silence the two boys shared. 

                         +++++

The next morning Cal seemed to have recovered and as the first 
rays of light came through the window, the older boy padded across 
the floor and slid into Rafael's bed. The two boys had sex, but it 
was much more gentle than the previous morning. For once Rafael 
almost liked Cal as he enjoyed the smooth slippery cock moving back 
and forth inside him. This time it was not too fast or too hard. 
It was almost as if Cal wanted him to enjoy it. Then after just a 
few minutes Cal began to move a little faster. He jerked as his 
cock spurted, quaking as his brief orgasm passed. Afterwards the 
two boys lay together, still joined. The sheets were thrown off the 
bed and their bodies naked from the waist down. They were both safe, 
warm, and content, secure in the bliss that followed. They were 
startled as Mr. Edwards rapped on the door and called out for the 
boys to get up.

Cal leaped out of the bed, just as the door opened and Mr. 
Edwards looked in. Rafael saw the man's smirk as he noticed the two 
half-naked boys, "Hands off cocks and on with your socks, boys. 
Come on lets go," he laughed as he pulled the door closed again. 
Rafael blushed but Cal merely smiled at the younger boy and raised 
his eyebrows.

"Mr. Edwards,...he saw us," Rafael blurted out.

"So, he seen our dicks, so what. He's seen lotsa 'em. It ain't 
nuthin'," Cal smirked. "Yo dick ain't so big you gotta worry 'bout 
him anyways."

"But,.. but he saw us. He did! He knew what we was doing Cal! 
He must have seen us," Rafael said nervously. 

Cal shrugged, "So, every kid here does it," he said as he 
picked up his underpants. "It ain't nuthin' to him."

Rafael looked at Cal uncertainly. They dressed in silence and 
hurried down to breakfast.

                      +++++

Shortly after the boys finished breakfast Mr. Edwards called 
Rafael into his office. He sat in his seat behind his desk, his 
legs out straight, crossed at mid-calf. He tapped a pencil on the 
desk. He gestured to the boy to sit down and then began to swivel 
back and forth in his chair. After a minute of deadly silence he 
looked up at the frightened boy. "Well Rafael? What did I see this 
morning, huh?"  The boy looked down at his feet in shame, "Well? 
Answer me Rafael!" The boy shook his head feeling the fear and guilt 
building inside him. He shivered slightly, but enough to be 
noticed. The man went on tapping his pencil on the desk. "You aren't 
scared are you?" The boy shook his head slightly. "You aren't very 
happy here are you Rafael?"

The boy looked down and breathed out, "It's,... it's okay I 
guess. I like it okay."

Mr. Edwards looked at the small brown-skinned boy in front of 
him. "You miss Grant don't you? Yes, yes I'm sure you do. I know 
you and Grant were close friends. Now Calvin is your friend isn't 
he?" Rafael nodded. "I saw Calvin getting out of your bed this 
morning, didn't I?" he asked. The boy nodded slowly, biting on his 
bottom lip self consciously. "And what was Calvin doing in your 
bed?" Rafael swallowed and tried to control his rising panic. The 
man reached down and opened the drawer in his desk. He pulled out 
Rafael's half-finished jar of Vaseline. "And what do you use this 
for Rafael?" the man demanded. "It was under your bed when I looked 
during breakfast. This morning it was next to your bed on the 
floor."

The boy tried to look away, "Look at me Rafael. Yes boy, that's 
right, look at me. I know what boys use this stuff for. I'm not 
stupid. So you like having Calvin's dick in your ass? Well isn't 
that nice. You like having a big black cock stuck up your butt huh? 
Tell me the truth, do you?"

The boy shifted uncomfortably as he remembered vividly what 
he'd observed in the storeroom the previous day. He tried to 
imagine that he wasn't sitting in the room, that he was somewhere 
else, miles away. He tried to imagine that he had a real family 
that cared for him. He tried to shake his head and he wanted to 
deny everything. All he could manage was to swallow as his 
breathing almost ceased. He wanted to die. "Damn you, you liked it. 
You do don't you?" Mr. Edwards persisted.

From deep inside the boy a cry welled up, when it came out it 
was barely more than a whimper, "Y...yyessss sssirr," Rafael 
stammered as tears formed in his eyes and then ran his cheeks.

Mr. Edwards smiled. "Good boy," he said gently, "...there's 
no need to cry you know. Sometimes boys are ashamed of doing that 
with another boy. You shouldn't be. I understand. Boys get lonely 
here, they need friends, and friends share things, don't they 
Rafael?" The boy nodded hesitantly. "Even their bodies, Rafael. I'm 
not angry Rafael, not at you. I'm sad. You're a handsome boy, a 
very special boy, it's such a waste for you to be friends with 
Calvin."

Rafael looked up, "Huh?"

Mr. Edwards smiled at the boy, "The things you do with Calvin 
make you special, Rafael. If you did the same things with the right 
person, you might be able to leave here and go and live somewhere 
else. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

The boy shook his head, trying to understand, realizing that 
some of what Mr. Edwards was saying was related to what he had heard 
in the basement the previous day.

Mr. Edwards resumed tapping his pencil, then he sighed. 
"Listen boy, there are some men that like boys. They like young 
boys like you. There is one man in particular that I know. He would 
like to do the same things with you that Calvin does. Do you 
understand? If you did those things with him, instead of with 
Calvin,... well that man would be able to help you a great deal. 
This man would give you things, anything you wanted, within reason  
of course. Maybe if you were very good and did what he wanted, well 
maybe,... just maybe, a way could be found for you to live with 
him. He'd be like a father to you."

Rafael breathed deeply, "I'd have to do that with him? What 
Cal and I do, sir?"

The man nodded, "Yes. Yes you would Rafael. You would have sex 
with him. He would want to put his cock inside you, just like Calvin 
does. That's why the man would like you. At first you'd just be his 
special friend, then if he likes you a lot,... well maybe then he'd 
think about adopting you."

"He'd adopt me?" Rafael asked uncertainly.

"Perhaps. If you did everything he wanted and he liked you."

"This man, Mr. Edwards,... would he hurt me?" the boy asked 
nervously.

"No more than Calvin does now, Rafael. And it doesn't hurt 
that much any more does it boy? I know you like doing those things 
with Cal. It's hard not to like them when you're young." The man 
looked out the window for a moment, then turned back to the boy, 
"This man is very rich, Rafael. If you do what he wants he could 
make you a very happy boy indeed. If you wanted to go to DisneyWorld 
I'm sure he'd be happy to take you.... Baseball games, anything you 
wanted."

The boy nodded uncertainly and he remembered again what he'd 
seen in the store room. There had been an intense excitement that 
he had felt as he watched the man sitting in front of him. He had 
been unable to think of anything else since then. "Could I think 
about it, sir?" he asked awkwardly.

Mr. Edwards smiled, "Of course you can. I want you to think 
about it Rafael. It's maybe the most important decision of your 
life you know." The boy nodded. "Now off you go and play baseball 
Rafael. Only one more thing, I don't want you to tell anyone else 
about this, not Calvin, not anyone, okay?"

The boy nodded as he stood up, "Okay." he said, "Mr Edwards, 
sir,... what is he like? Is he nice?"

The man smiled, "Yes Rafael, he's very nice. You've even met 
him before a few times I think. I know you'll like him very much 
as you get to know him better. And remember, not a word about this 
to anyone else, promise."

"Yeah! I promise," Rafael said as he backed out of the room.


                            +++++

All that morning the boys played baseball, then after lunch 
they went swimming down in the water-hole near the barn. After the 
boys came back from swimming Cal got dressed in his one set of 
'good' clothes. He didn't explain to the other boys why he got to 
go to the baseball game in Miami. Cal just said that Mr. Edwards 
had asked him to go and he had it coming. Rafael watched his room 
mate leave in Mr. Edwards' Toyota. Cal sat in the front seat next 
to the man he had done 'it' with, enjoying his reward. Cal and Mr. 
Edwards wouldn't get back to the dorm until late and that night the 
counsellor from Davis house came over to watch the boys until 
lights out. It should have been a quiet evening without Cal. But 
Rafael was restless as he remembered what Cal had done the day 
before with Mr. Edwards. He knew what Cal had done to him that very 
morning and the ten-year-old boy knew what he wanted to do even as 
he undressed for bed. Finally it was time for 'lights out'.

Rafael lay half awake with his eyes closed as he listened to 
the silence that filled the room now that Cal had gone. Rafael was 
naked. He was stretched out on the white sheets with his pajamas 
lying on the bed next to him. He had tried to sleep and had even 
dozed off for a few moments at a time. But now he was wide awake. 
He tried to masturbate. He had clutched his little penis tightly 
between two of his fingers and thumb and jerked relentlessly on his 
penis until the delicate skin was tender. It was past midnight. On 
any other night, by now Cal would have come to his bed, done 'it' 
to him, and been back in his own bed. Rafael missed Cal. He breathed 
deeply as he remembered what he had seen the day before. Absently 
he licked his lips and his little anus tightened instinctively. He 
smiled slightly as his hand casually stroked the short rigid cock. 
It protruded abruptly from his groin and pointed upward, still 
proudly erect, slightly sore and unsatisfied. Rafael glanced 
downward. His slender brown boy's body was still hairless. It was 
soft and smooth with the firm indentations of lithe young muscles.  
His small navel was marked by a little fold of brown flesh. There 
was a shallow depression that led down to his hairless pubis, 
prominent and pale at the end of his tapering belly.

He looked up at the picture on the door, a movie poster that 
was in the room when he'd first arrived. He fantasized; pretending 
that he was in love with a man who loved him back. In the darkness 
the picture seemed to be all that remained of Cal's presence in the 
room. His attention focused on the man's crotch, the bulge that had  
seemed so mysterious before. He knew what was there now. Rafael 
knew how big a man's penis was, how much bigger than his own 
immature genitals. he knew that when the power was unleashed a 
boy's body nothing more than the receptacle for the man's strength 
and ultimately for his seed.

Momentarily Rafael wondered how it could possibly fit inside 
him. The morning before he had watched Cal and Mr. Edwards from the 
doorway, unseen in the shadow. He was a silent witness as Cal had 
submitted. Mr. Edwards' cock was huge, easily as big as his own 
forearm, and he'd watched it go inside Cal. He had been entranced 
by its consuming power as it forced its way inside the boy's body. 
He had watched in disbelief until Cal was shaking like jelly. He 
could still remember how Cal's legs were splayed out and his body 
had been supported by Mr. Edwards as he held the boy tightly by the 
hips. He had watched Cal gasping and sobbing for mercy, then 
begging for it deeper, harder and even faster.

Rafael swallowed, knowing the pain that Cal had given him 
there. Deep inside his own body, the fire once ignited, had burned 
with shameful desire and increased in intensity with every night 
that he yielded to Cal. Each night only added to his own unsatisfied 
hunger. At first it had hurt, the raw burning ache of bruised, torn 
flesh barely contained. But it had faded, or he'd grown used to it 
until his young body could sense the pleasurable possibilities. 
Even if he had wanted to, he was unable to resist. Now it was too 
late for Rafael to stop.

He breathed out as he wondered what it would be like to do 
'it' with a man like Mr. Edwards. He felt very different now that 
Rafael knew how much bigger a man's penis was than Cal's, now that 
he knew what the other boy, any young boy lacked. Continually 
Rafael's mind wandered, but always he ended up wondering if a man's 
penis could fit inside him. He tried to imagine the man's huge cock 
deep in his belly. He wondered who the man was that Mr. Edwards had 
talked about. It was someone he knew, someone who was rich, but he 
didn't know any rich people. The boy sighed and tried to close his 
mind and empty it of the thoughts that came quickly. The thoughts 
were unbidden but they demand his complete attention. He squeezed 
down on his sphincter  and tried to pretend that Mr. Edwards' cock 
was inside him. He tried to imagine a man whose name he didn't know. 
Finally, knowing what he had to do, Rafael stood up and pulled his 
pajama pants on no longer able to control the frightening 
excitement that he felt.

He left his bedroom and padded silently down the empty 
corridor. He went past the sleeping boys in the adjoining rooms and 
down the stairs to the first floor, then down to the basement. His 
heart was pounding as he opened the door to Mr. Edwards' storage 
room and stepped inside. Rafael knew that he was safe. Mr. Edwards 
and Cal still had not returned and probably wouldn't for at least 
another hour. He opened the drawer in the closet and pushed things 
aside. There were lots of magazines in the drawer. There were 
magazines with dog-eared corners and covers that were spotted with 
stainrs, covers with pictures of naked boys. They were boys that 
were still hairless like himself, or that had small patches of 
light brown fur around their very erect penises.

He opened one magazine and turned the pages in disbelief. The 
first photograph was of a good looking blond boy with pale untanned 
skin who was masturbating his short wedge-shaped cock. In the next 
few photographs he was joined by another boy, an older boy with 
reddish hair and freckles. The photographs captured the boys 
kissing and rubbing their cocks and then sucking each other. Rafael 
kept turning the pages. He finally stopped at a picture of the two 
boys on a bed. The blond boy was lying on his back with his feet 
back at his shoulders and his buttocks were lifted up on pillows. 
The redheaded boy was kneeling behind him with his cock inside the 
younger boy's bottom. Rafael shivered. His penis was rigid and it 
ached with excitement. He reached down and began to squueze the end 
of his penis as he turned the next page. The close-up of the boys' 
genitals filled the entire page. The younger boy's cock was limp 
and hanging loosely downwards while the other boy's cock was fully 
erect and partially inserted into the small dark anus. White gooey 
cream oozed out and had started to trickle down the younger boy's 
wrinkled-up ball-sac. Rafael swallowed as he suddenly realized that 
this was how he looked with Cal. He pushed the magazine back into 
the drawer and continued searching until he found the rubber dildo 
at the very rear. The shaft was so thick that his fingers couldn't 
meet as he enclosed it, and he thought that it was still smaller 
than Mr. Edwards cock. The boy breathed deeply as he tried to 
imagine how it would feel. He couldn't help but wonder if it was 
even remotely possible. Then he grinned as he compared it to his 
own small immature cock. Two-and-a-half inches long, just about the 
size of his thumb. He knew that his penis was that big because he'd 
compared the two, because he sucked on his thumb sometimes in bed, 
pretending that it was his own penis.

But other than the fact that this thick rubber dildo was a 
pretend penis, there was no similarity. His little penis was warm 
and smooth. His little thin shaft was delicate and very sensitive. 
His penis ended in a puckered little point. His penis began with a 
little rounded knob underneath. The dildo was cool and shiny and 
the entire length marked with grooves. There was no puckered tip, 
just a blunt point that meant business. It was lifeless but it was 
big and always hard.

Rafael picked up the half-finished tube of KY that he'd found 
in the drawer. He flipped back the plastic cap and squeezed some 
out. It glistened, even in the faint light that came through the 
door. Then he began to smear it over the length of the dildo, 
covering it liberally with the crystal-clear gel until it glistened 
the same Mr. Edwards penis had.

Silently Rafael walked back to his room, climbing the stairs 
quietly. He held the rubber shaft down so that it was hidden against 
his leg. Once inside his own room he closed the door and placed the 
dildo next to his bed on the floor. He pulled his pajama pants off 
and dropped them on the floor, then his top. The boy was naked 
again. He glanced down at his lean body. Some boys in the dorm 
already had hair there. Some boys, like Cal, were jerking off 
regularly and producing sperm in ever-increasing quantities. A few 
boys swore that they had even 'fucked girls' but all of the boys 
were sexually active with each other. Rafael was no different. He 
had played 'sex games' with Grant, then with Jerry and Cal, finally 
with other boys looking on. It was something that all of the boys 
in the dorm did. It was something to take away the loneliness and 
relieve the endless boredom. He grinned as he caressed the slippery 
shaft of the dildo, thinking to himself that he didn't care much 
for girls anyway. At ten-years-old the idea of 'sticking his cock 
up a pussy' was both remote and unattractive to him. Although he 
had yet to realize it, already he was 'gay'.

His mind flashed back to the image of Cal and Mr. Edwards 
standing behind him. He recalled their naked bodies moving in a 
savage, passionate writhing ritual. "Fuck you Cal," Rafael 
whispered angrily, jealously. The ten-year-old boy sat down on his 
bed and picked up the dildo. He balanced it in his fingers, 
mesmerized by its size. He swallowed and then lay down on his side, 
drawing his knees up to his chest as he curled up. The boy placed 
the tip of the dildo in his crack and felt for the location of his 
opening, then pushed it forward.

Immediately it seemed to fill the boy as it forced his small 
cheeks apart. The blunt tip ground hard against his small-boy's 
orifice, unable to enter. Rafael pushed harder and harder until he 
shook with pain and frustration. His teeth were clenched and he 
silently pleaded for it to go inside, willing his body to relax and 
yield to it. Luckily for Rafael the tip was slightly pointed.

Nature provides for the curious explorations of young boys, 
even prepubescent boys, engaging in the first expressions of their 
emerging sexual desires. In time Rafael's little sphincter 
gradually weakened, loosening just enough so that the first inch 
of it was able to squeeze inside him. But such discoveries are not 
facilitated by a young boy's body. Rafael found the pain unbearable 
and he had to force his head into his pillow to muffle his cries 
of pain as tightening spasms fought against its entry. What had 
looked so easy for Cal and Mr. Edwards hurt like 'hell'. Rafael 
wanted to take it out but the hunger was raging inside his belly. 
It seemed to stay just ahead of the thick glistening dildo, luring 
it further inward despite the pain.

The boy paused for a moment as he tried to control his body's 
resistance and the pain that bellowed out for relief. His mind was 
unfocused and in turmoil, then suddenly it returned with absolute 
clarity to wonder what it would feel like with a man. Would he be 
gentle, understanding the boy's difficulty, sharing his pain, 
loving him as they shared their love. Rafael didn't know but he 
knew now that it would hurt. He breathed deeply, finding the 
strength to go on and finish what he had begun. He glanced down. 
His little cock had shrivelled and retracted into him so that 
something less than an inch could be seen and a good part of that 
was the puckered tip of his foreskin. His balls had tightened too, 
they were barely visible, barely evidence of his gender. Rafael 
smirked despite the pain. He was barely male like this and he 
remembered Cal's taunting voice only two mornings ago. Maybe he 
should have been a girl he wondered?

Rafael pushed harder and harder, using all of his strength to 
force the dildo in. Slowly it squeezed past his taut sphincter. 
Then suddenly the boy was glad that he had paused for a while. 
Rafael realized that his body was not fighting it as much as it had 
at first. It seemed looser now and the searing pain had gone and 
his tightening spasms came less frequently. In that instant, in the 
dead of night, Rafael realized the potential of his body to accept 
a man's cock. It was a perversion of nature's intention perhaps, 
but for Rafael it was a discovery that was essential for his 
emerging desire.

That first time took forever, but there was no hurry. Each 
fraction of an inch that pushed its painway inside the boy was a 
record of achievement that he knew could be repeated again and 
again, just as he had with Cal. The rubber cock filled him 
completely. Impaled on its thick unyielding shaft, he dared not 
move much. His little rectum was stretched wide open and seemed 
impossibly large. His hands trembled nervously, shaking on the end 
of the dildo so much that it hurt eveb when he wasn't pushing 
forward. Gradually his sphincter dilated and expanded to its limit, 
sufficient to allow the dildo to move enough to do what the boy 
wanted. His eyes were closed and his face was buried in the pillow. 
Afraid he would scream, Rafael clenched his teeth together and 
moved it back and forth as far and as fast as he dared go. In only 
a few seconds he thought he would explode. The bursting feeling 
deep in his belly was incredibly painful and he stopped.

"Shit!", he moaned in despair. Even as he stopped he realized 
that within the terrible pain had been the most incredible joy. 
There had been an exquisite pleasure that he'd only glimpsed before 
with Cal. He was hot, so hot that his naked body was burning all 
over. There were beads of sweat on his brow and chest as he 
shuddered uncontrollably. It hurt inside him, deep in his belly, 
but he didn't care. Rafael wanted only for the pleasure to return 
again. Then without warning it was back and he shrieked in ecstasy 
as he pumped the rubber cock furiously, driving it hard into the 
tiny, immature prostate deep inside him. The boy didn't understand 
why it felt better, so much better in that once place than anywhere 
else, but he needed it there and he kept it there. He did it for 
as long as he could stand and then some. He stifled his cries in 
his pillow, barely able to breathe but unable to stop. Almost clear 
urine dribbled from the uncircumcised tip of his penis onto the 
sheets and left a dark circular patch but Rafael was oblivious to 
all. He moaned in desperation and desire, whimpering and crying in 
pleasure, writhing uncontrollably and shamelessly naked on the bed.

Prepubescent boys don't ejaculate. Their orgasms pass quickly 
and sometimes painfully, but always without the relief that 
accompanies the loss of semen. They are cheated, or perhaps 
rewarded by their inability to reach the culmination of their 
desires. And so Rafael went on and on, his frenzy rising and 
falling. His desire was a demanding hunger and it continued 
unabated as his rectal juice oozed out of his body like golden juice 
from ripe fruit. It filled the room with a sweet yeasty smell from 
deep inside him and soaked his small fingers with its slippery 
slime, even dribbling down his buttock to satin the pure-white 
sheets. When he glanced down after one long endless painful-
pleasure he saw a tiny clear droplet at the very tip of his 
shrivelled penis. Then as it fell away, it hung momentarily from a 
silvery thread.

Finally, too exhausted to continue, Rafael collapsed onto the 
bed. He was shaking. His eyes were closed tightly, seeking relief 
in the darkness. He knew now what his answer was going to be with 
Mr. Edwards. He knew he would do anything to get out of Centerville.

end chapter 2. 

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