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Archive-title: Playing in the Major Leagues - 6


Chapter 6. A New Life Together.

"I got scared when you went inside," Rafael said awkwardly as 
soon as I turned onto the road.

I glanced at the boy and noticed that he was still upset. "I'm 
sorry, Raf. I didn't even think. Anyway, it was just for a few 
minutes," I said gently.

"I know. I can't help it. I,... don't want you to leave me 
alone.... Ever!" the boy retorted angrily.

I nodded as I rubbed the boy's bare knee gently with my right 
hand. I felt a surge of excitement that was all but overpowering. 
His slender leg was soft and warm and I could feel the young life 
that seemed to flow through him and into me. "I'm sorry, Raf," I 
said again. "I'll never leave you, not like that, forever. But you 
have to trust me to come back." I kept my hand on the boy's leg 
until we reached the freeway. I stopped at the restaurant and went 
inside after I told Rafael that he could watch me the entire time 
through the window. I kept a constant eye on the car and Rafael, 
knowing that the red van could be around. The boy was still not 
strong enough to come inside with me. I bought coffee, a large 
carton of milk and a half dozen hot rolls with some kind of 
raspberry filling. We ate in the car and I gave him two of the pills 
that Colin had provided. Rafael was hungry and he ate quickly, 
polishing off one roll after another as he slurped the milk loudly. 
It was a good sign and I didn't care that the boy ate most of mine 
as well.

It took just under two hours to drive from the clinic back to 
my place. Most of the way Rafael dozed quietly. For the brief times 
that he was awake he sat quietly and watched me. I parked the car 
in the garage and carried Rafael up the stairs to my apartment. I 
was glad we didn't see anyone. I wasn't exactly sure how I was going 
to explain the presence of the beautiful ten-year-old boy that I 
cradled in my arms to some of the other residents in the building. 
It was pretty obvious that I would have to find alternative 
accommodations in the immediate future if I was going to keep 
Rafael with me.

I carried the boy into the living room and placed him on the 
couch. He stretched out, made himself comfortable, and smiled. "You 
have a really nice place," he said. "It's a great view," he observed 
as he looked out through the window at the Atlantic Ocean.

I looked around the room. I guess it depends on what you were 
used to. Personally I thought it was a dump but I'd been too busy 
to think about moving. I had looked at a waterfront condominium 
that was on other side of the island a few weeks earlier. I had 
really liked it though I hadn't done anything about it. Now, it 
looked as though I had to do something quickly. That condo looked 
better and better and after my stock-market successes during the 
first half of the year the money wasn't going to be a problem.

"It's home," I smiled. I sat down on the side of the couch and 
gently brushed my hand though Rafael's hair. "It's home for both 
of us," I added. The boy looked up and his dark eyes met mine and 
he gave me the nicest, happiest smile I'd ever seen. We looked at 
each other for a long time, neither of us saying anything. Our minds 
seemed to unite. I knew that we were communicating. The boy's 
feelings flowed into me. I sensed his happiness as he sensed mine.

"I want to stay here with you forever," he whispered to me. 
"Can I?"

"I want you to," I said. I stroked the soft skin of his cheek, 
touching the dark bruises gently. "Forever," I added. I sighed and 
stood up, pushing the thoughts that had surged into my mind away 
in the corner. I 'wanted' the boy too. "First we have to get your 
bedroom ready. You can stay here and watch TV if you want while I 
clean up in there." 

Rafael nodded and I went into the bedroom. It was a hell of 
mess. I had been using it as my office and there was an untidy 
collection of books and papers everywhere. I began to make piles 
on the desk. After a few minutes I suddenly became aware of the boy 
in the doorwat. He was leaning against the door frame. He was 
trembling and his face was wet with tears. "What's wrong Raf?" I 
asked as I went over to him and lovingly placed my arm around the 
boy's shoulders. "Does it hurt badly?"

Rafael shook his head. "It hurts,... but it's okay."

"Why are you crying for?" I asked gently.

The boy looked down at his feet and sniffed loudly. "I,... 
can't help it. I want you,... right next to me. I'm afraid out there 
by mself."

I nodded. I guessed that Rafael was finally coming out of the 
shock and reliving the horror of the last few days. "You want me 
to come in and sit with you."

The boy reddened slightly with embarrassment. Then he nodded. 
"You think I'm a baby don't you?" he whispered. "Only girls cry at 
my age."

"No. I think you have a perfect right to want me next to you. 
I want you next to me as well," I said honestly. I touched his tear 
stained cheek gently and felt the wetness of his tears. "I don't 
care if you cry. After what happened to you it's only natural. But 
I want you to try to be brave too, Raf." I stroked his cheek, 
smearing the tears away. "I want you to know that I'm here for you. 
I'll always be here for you. You have to trust me to be here for 
you. If you want you can stay in here with me."

The boy  nodded and gave me a weak smile. He was unconvinced 
and I held him close to me as we walked the few feet back into the 
living room together. I settled the boy down on the couch and placed 
a blanket over him. He looked up at me nervously and I smiled 
reassuringly as I unfastened my watch. "Every ten minutes, you call 
me and I'll come in, okay?" I said.

"Okay!" Rafael grinned and I went back into the study-soon-
to-be-bedroom again. It seemed to take forever. Every ten minutes 
or so I looked in on Rafael. He seemed to be content but he knew 
that I was only a few feet away in the next room. When the room was 
presentable I put clean sheets on the bed and went back in to see 
how Rafael was getting on.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Better I guess. It still hurts down there but it's a lot 
better than yesterday," he answered cheerfully.

"I've cleaned up in there a bit. It's still a mess and I'll 
have to do it properly later on but at least you have a bed now." 
The boy smiled shyly. "I guess now we need to clean you up," I 
added.

Rafael smiled again. "I'm pretty smelly huh? I haven't washed 
in,... four days,... I guess."

I laughed. "Don't worry, you're not smelly. I bet you'd feel 
a lot better if we cleaned you up."

He nodded. "I don't think I can take a shower. My legs feel 
really weak."

"How about a bath then?" I said as I sat down next to him. He 
nodded and I helped him sit up. I lifted the 'Mouse' tee-shirt over 
his head and pulled his arms through the sleeves before I eased him 
back onto the couch. "I'm going to take your shorts off. Is that 
okay?" I asked.

The boy grinned. "I thought you said I had nothing to be 
ashamed off. Besides you've seen everything already."

We both started to laugh as I reached over, unfastened the 
belt and opened his zipper. He continued to giggle as I began to 
wriggle the boy's shorts down. Rafael assisted by arching his back 
and lifting his buttocks upward. As soon his shorts came past his 
thighs it was much easier and I took them all the way down to his 
feet. The boy was naked again and for the first time I saw his 
entire body. Without a doubt, Rafael was perfect in every way, 
though his beauty was still marred by the ugly dark bruises on his 
lower belly and groin. "You're beautiful," I whispered with a long 
sigh.

The boy giggled again. "My dick's too small," he teased as he 
sensed the effect that his body had on me.

"Your 'dick' is absolutely perfect," I grinned. I felt my 
penis hardening rapidly as my body responded instinctively to it's 
shameful desire.

Rafael looked at me and his boyish giggle quickly turned into 
a playful smirk as he saw the bulge in my pants rapidly increasing 
in size. "Your dick isn't small, is it?" he whispered. His voice 
was full of lust and I blushed. I had been surprised by the 
suddenness of the change in our relationship. My arousal over a 
ten-year-old boy was embarrassing enough and I wasn't sure what I 
should do. He was a little boy, old enough to be my son and he had 
just made a pass at me. I looked away feeling disgusted at myself, 
trying as hard as I could to resist the urge that came again and 
again with increasing ferocity. I wanted the boy more than I could 
stand.

I clenched my fists and tried to fight a battle that I knew I 
could never win. Finally I sighed and looked back at Rafael, my 
eyes travelling instantly down to the boy's small bruised sex 
organs. Fortunately the boy had not responded to the urge that was 
driving me mad. If he had been erect I was uncertain as to what 
would have followed. "Raf,... I guess we need time to get to be 
friends," I said gently. I didn't want the boy to feel rejected but 
I wanted him to know that I loved him. He nodded awkwardly and 
swallowed nervously.

I lifted him up carefully and carried him down the hall and 
into the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet with difficulty, 
wincing as the pain inside his body increased when he began to 
strain. I moved away and wondered whether I should leave him alone. 
I knew better and I sat on the side of the bath and turned on the 
water. The boy tried again and again, each effort increasing his 
pain until he was crying.

Finally I couldn't stand it any longer and I took his hand and 
drew him up and guided him to the bath. I eased him down gently and 
he settled into the warm water. "I'll give you something later on 
to help you go," I said gently. I began to soap his back. He 
trembled slightly as my hands moved over him. I didn't know whether 
it was from excitement but his slippery smooth boy certainly made 
me tremble. I soaped him thoroughly, scratching and tickling his 
back until he sighed and began to relax. I changed to his arms and 
chest and soaped him until he was  white and foamy. Rafael was as 
slippery as an eel. His little nipples hardened into two tiny 
pointed dots. I tickled him gently under the ribs until finally he 
began to giggle. I moved down to his legs and did one at a time. I 
was conscious that my penis was rock hard and throbbing incessantly 
as my hands slid back and forth over the boy's soft glabrous skin. 
Always my hands stopped just short of touching the boy's genitals.

I took a deep breath as I tried to control my excitement. "I 
think you better wash Junior," I breathed out as I passed the soap 
to Rafael. The boy looked up with clear disappointment. He shrugged 
and took the soap and I watched as he carefully soaped his little 
penis and scrotum before passing the soap back to me. He looked at 
me with an expression that was not contempt but nearly. He had 
wanted exactly what I had wanted.

I tried hard to control my racing mind. The expression in the 
boy's eyes had been intense as he realized, and then identified 
that I was in the process of becoming erect. He knew that he had 
been able to arouse me sexually. That thought scared me. Not that 
he knew now that he could do so easily whenever he wanted but that 
a boy who was barely ten-years-old had produced in me the most 
incredible excitement that I had ever known.

The silence between us filled the room, each frightened by 
what we now knew both about ourselves and the other. I wanted so 
much to take Rafael into my arms, to feel his perfectly shaped lips 
on mine, to fit my body to the beautiful contour of his slender 
young body, to satisfy the lust that confronted us. And yet as I 
looked down at the beautiful boy I knew that neither of us were 
ready for that first kiss and loving embrace. It would happen in 
it's own good time. Then it would be the most natural thing in the 
world for both of us and not as I now saw it, as a pervert seducing 
a little boy. Though who was doing the seducing was somewhat 
questionable.

Lovingly my fingers brushed the boy's shoulder and I stroked 
his soft flesh tenderly. "In time sweet prince, in time." The boy 
looked up and gave me a shy sweet smile. It was almost innocent.

"Promise?" he whispered anxiously.

"I promise, Raf. In time, when you're better, when we know 
each other." The desire to hold the boy tightly and kiss him was 
overwhelming. He was all I had ever wanted and more.

The boy smiled and nodded. I continued to wash the boy but I 
moved to his head and began to shampoo his hair. When his hair was 
wet it became so dark that it was nearly black. It clung tightly 
to his head and he looked like a little wet puppy dog as I began 
to soap him thoroughly. His head was a mass of white foam as I 
massaged his scalp. There was no doubt that the boy enjoyed the 
attention. He lay back in the bath with a cheeky grin that was 
somewhere between unbridled lust and total contentment.

Finally I rinsed him off and helped him stand up and get out 
of the bath. He stood before me shamelessly naked, well aware of 
the effect that his young body would have on me as I dried him off. 
It was almost a game. Rafael was trying his best to give me an 
erection by doing absolutely nothing except look at me with his 
sensuous eyes that screamed pure unadulterated boy-lust. I was 
trying to resist the beautiful uninhibited youngster by ignoring 
his wonderful body. Needless to say Rafael won that game hands down 
but I concealed my more than seven inches of very hard penis 
carefully. At least I thought I did.

"Why won't my dick get hard too?" Rafael asked curiously. "Is 
it because of what happened to my balls?"

I coughed, taken back by his openness. "Huh?" I asked, playing 
for time.

He smirked, "Well it is isn't it?" he teased.

I grinned back at the boy. "You're pretty sexy for a ten-year-
old. Centerville must be some place."

He shrugged. "A lot of stuff goes on there. All the kids in 
Baker House do it,... sooner or later."

The ten-year-old boy was so relaxed and open about his 
burgeoning sexuality that there wasn't much I could say. I didn't 
think that Rafael was wanton or dissolute. Rather the boy was 
merely expressing a very natural prurient interest, his juvenile 
lust notwithstanding. I finished drying him and gave his bottom a 
playful slap, wondering just what I had gotten myself into. I stood 
up and led the way back into the hall. "Let's see if we can find 
something for you to wear in bed," I laughed. The boy followed me 
down to my bedroom and stood next to me as I pulled open my dresser 
drawer.

"Do you think my dick will get hard again when the bruises on 
it go away?" he asked.

I looked up as I pulled a tee-shirt out and held it up in front 
of the boy. It came down to just above his knees. "Probably. You 
just need to be patient. Like I said Raf, give it time, okay? By 
the way, the proper name for it is 'penis'."

"I know that! But dick sounds better," he giggled. "Better 
than cock anyway I think.I s'pose you want me to call my balls 
testy-whatever-it-was too? Talk about a dumb name."

I laughed, "You may be right. Okay, you win this one." I lifted 
the tee-shirt over his head and let it drop down. The neck opening 
was almost too large and it barely stopped at his shoulders. He 
pushed his arms through the sleeves and grinned at me.

"It looks like it's twenty sizes too big for me," he said. 
"There's room for both of us in here," he added with a lewd grin. 
I smiled back at the lascivious boy. At least the source of my 
temptation was partially covered. But the shape of the slender 
young boy seemed even more enchanting so that all I had succeeded 
in doing was to make the boy look even sexier. It was impossible 
not to look at the lithe smooth body and not have the 

"It looks a zillion times better on you than it ever did on 
me," I laughed. "Besides it's just to sleep in until I can get some 
more clothes for you."

"Shit! I didn't think about needing clothes and stuff. I'll 
pay you back somehow."

I shook my head as I pretended to be serious. "Raf, how about 
a few rules huh? First rule is that anything I give you is because 
I like you a lot. You owe me nothing. Except a thank you and maybe 
a hug sometimes. The second rule is no bad words."

Rafael grinned and stepped forward. His little slender arms 
locked around my waist and the naked boy gave me a full body hug 
that sent my 'dick' into ecstasy. "Thanks for everything and I'll 
try not to use bad words, okay?" he whispered. I held him tightly 
against me, knowing full well that Rafael could feel my penis 
pushing into his belly. He clung to me like a little brown limpet 
and I had to lever him away. The boy was starved for affection and 
I wondered if that was the first time he had been properly hugged. 
I planned on making it a regular occurrence. He seemed desperate 
to hold onto me. I leaned forward and very gently kissed his 
forehead. He trembled and tried to rush back into my arms.

"I better put some more of this stuff on your butt," I smiled 
as I finally managed to ease the boy away. I reached back to the 
vanity and picked up the tube of Zinc Oxide and unscrewed the lid. 
"Bend over Raf and assume the position," I teased. The boy smirked 
at me and twisted around, bent forward at the waist and used his 
hands to part his small firm cheeks. My penis jerked happily and I 
was shocked by the intensity of my response. I knelt down on the 
tiled floor behind him and squeezed some of the thick white 
ointment onto my finger. Carefully I moved his hands away and 
examined him. The doctor had been right about the boy's active sex 
life. I could still see the crimson lines of the fissure though it 
was well on the way to healing but the dark ring that surrounded 
the small orifice was something else again. I swallowed and tried 
to look away but found that my eyes were drawn back again and again. 
Other boys had done this to him and I had no doubts that he had 
been a willing participant. Rafael had told me as much. All I felt 
was envy. The jealously I felt towards those other lucky boys knew 
no bounds. I wanted Rafael only for myself. I would never be able 
to share him.

Gently I smeared the white cream into the little indented anus 
and covered the purplish-brown rim. There was no sign of a puckered 
opening that a 'normal' ten-year-old boy would have. I made sure 
that the ointment coated the fissures thoroughly and then decided 
that I should try to get some inside him as well in case the 
fissures went deeper. As my finger wriggled into the boy's opening 
his response was immediate and natural. The boy pushed back, trying 
to get more of my finger inside his body. My face flushed shamefully 
as I realized that I also wanted to penetrate the boy's body further 
and push my finger deep inside his rectum. I wanted to give pleasure 
to his young body. I wanted to grind my finger into the very core 
of the boy and discover the mysteries hidden within him.

Rafael's pushing back at me was obscene and yet I knew it was 
instinctive. The boy was merely obeying a primal urge that had 
existed within him long before now. But I too was unable to resist 
the overpowering excitement that both of us felt in those few long 
seconds that I was first inside him. I could not remove my finger 
from delicious moist warmth that I felt through the tip of my 
finger. It was, I realized, as if I touched the very life within 
the boy. My finger seemed to squeeze into him of its own accord, 
moving past the first joint and well on the way to the second before 
I finally got control of myself. I closed my eyes and tried to stop 
myself, tried to halt my racing desire, tried to slow my heart as 
it pounded frantically inside me.

It took all my willpower just to remove my finger from the 
delicious heat that it had discovered inside the boy. In just over 
thirty seconds, I had discovered an intimacy that was overwhelming 
my sanity. I was madly in love with Rafael. As Rafael felt my finger 
pull away he spun around angrily. His little lips were compressed 
and his dark eyes flashed. I smiled and tried to pretend that it 
hadn't happened, that I had not been aroused to the point of losing 
control.

"Okay, well that should feel better now. I guess you better 
brush your teeth," I mumbled. No sooner that I had said it I 
realized the problem. I only had the one toothbrush in the 
bathroom. My other toothbrush was still in my travel kit in the car 
and I didn't have a spare one. "I guess you'll have to use mine, 
Raf. At least until I can get to the store latter on and get another 
one for you."

I expected the boy to be 'grossed out' but he merely shrugged. 
"Sure, that's okay. If you don't mind me using it?"

I think my mouth dropped open in surprise. "You don't mind?" 
I asked uncertainly.

Rafael grinned, "'course not. It's just a toothbrush. I'm 
already wearing your tee-shirt. Besides I like you a lot. I don't 
think you have any germs that I don't already have."

I grinned back at him. "I like you a lot too," I said as I 
playfully slapped the boy's buttocks. It was only a light slap but 
the contact of my hand with the boy's firm flesh made a loud 
snapping sound. There wasn't much fat on the slender young body 
before me. I squeezed some toothpaste onto the toothbrush and 
leaned back against the vanity as the boy began to brush. He did 
it both quickly and thoroughly. No wonder the boy's teeth were in 
perfect condition, I thought. When he finished he rinsed off the 
toothbrush and passed it to me.

My turn. I realized that I liked the idea of sharing my 
toothbrush with Rafael. As I squeezed out more toothpaste and began 
to brush I knew that I wanted to share everything I had with the 
beautiful boy that lounged back against the vanity where I had been 
only minutes earlier as I watched him. Now he watched me. The 
expression on his face, while no longer of lust, was one of 
happiness and affection. When I was finished I grinned at Rafael, 
"And now, I think it's time that you got back into bed young man 
and took it easy."

"Will you stay with me?" Rafael asked nervously. "Will you 
read to me?"

I smiled, "Maybe later on. I have to do some work first." 
Rafael's happiness faded instantly from his face.

"Hey! Don't worry Raf, I'm going to work in your room okay? 
That's where all my stuff is. It used to be my study you know," I 
teased. I bent down and easily lifted the boy upward as I placed 
one arm under his knees and the other around his back. He giggled 
as I carried him into his bedroom and put him down on the fresh 
sheets. I lifted the top sheet over his legs and thighs and then 
leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead as I 
ruffled his hair. It was still moist from the bath and it had a 
fashionable 'wet' look. As I looked at him lying on the bed with 
his sensuous eyes and teasing smile I wondered whether Rafael knew 
that he was a very sexy boy. He could have been featured in any 
number of boy-porn magazines and raised more erections in one day 
that he knew what to do with in a lifetime.

"My face is a real mess," the boy observed. "It is, isn't it?"

"You'll look fine in a few days. It doesn't hurt too much does 
it?" I asked concernedly.

Rafael shook his head. "My eye still hurts, but that's all.... 
It still hurts a lot down there," he added with a vague gesture 
downwards.

"Do you think you can read?" I asked. "I can get a book for 
you if you want. Maybe some more Sherlock Holmes?"

The boy was very quiet then he slowly murmurred, "I can't read 
very well."

I nodded gently. "You're going to have to learn to read if you 
want to stay here with me," I said in mock seriousness. "Just about 
all I do is read and use the computer." Rafael smiled up at me. "I 
want to learn to read properly. It's just that at school, well the 
teacher didn't care much about the kids from Centerville."

"Well I care about this kid," I said. "And you're starting 
today on my advanced program for learning how to read."

Rafael grinned at me, happily aware that for the first time 
in ten years, someone actually cared about him. "I'll be right 
back." I went out of the room, talking loudly so that Rafael could 
hear me. "You're going to read aloud to me. Every time there's a 
word you either can't read or understand then I want you to spell 
it out and I'll help." I picked up an Agatha Christie book, hardly 
the thing for a ten-year-old boy, especially one who had been 
traumatized by witnessing a murder. Nonetheless, it was better for 
him than reading the collected works of the Marquis de Sade. 
"Tomorrow, if you feel better, Raf, we'll go to the bookstore and 
pick up something else." I came back into the bedroom and handed 
him the book. "This may be pretty difficult for you but we'll go 
very slowly." 

The boy nodded and turned over the first few pages until he 
came to page one. He grinned at me and started. "Uh,... Chapter 
One.... Uh,... A mur-der is,...aa... I don't know this word. It's 
a-n-n-o-u-n-c-e-d?"

"Announced," I said. "Sound it out. An-noun-ced. The last part 
is a bit dumb because it sounds different to the way it's spelled. 
Do you know what it means?"

Rafael nodded and gave me a happy smile as he settled back 
into the pillows. He read nonstop for two hours while I worked on 
analyzing an investment project. The company was not in an area of 
business that I was familiar with but I had visited it only the 
week before and had been impressed with the management team. 
Finally Rafael pushed the book aside and looked up at me. 

I smiled at the boy, "You were doing great. All you need is 
practice. Some of the big words are hard but you did very well."

Rafael nodded as his self-confidence began to grow. "So what 
are you working on?" he asked curiously.

"It's an analysis of a company call Centrax. They make 
equipment for cleaning up toxic waste. You know chemicals and that 
sort of thing," I replied.

"Yeah? Why?" he persisted.

"I'm trying to decide if I should invest in it. Right now the 
company is still very small and it needs capital to develop. I'm 
thinking of giving them some money in return for part ownership. 
Usually I don't get too involved in this kind of thing. This 
happened along only because it's a local company," I answered.

Rafael climbed out of bed and wandered over to the desk. He 
stood next to me and rested his hand on my shoulder and looked at 
the screen with me. "What's all that stuff mean?" he asked. "It 
looks awfully complicated."

I smiled, enjoying both the boy's interest and his affection. 
"It's really pretty simple. This stuff here tells me what the 
company might be like if they meet their projections for the next 
few years. What I'm doing is kind of asking what would happen if 
they didn't. Say like something unexpected happened."

"Like a hurricane?" Rafael asked.

"Well sort of, I guess. Only it's a bit different because the 
firm has insurance for that. I'm worried about the things they 
can't insure against."

The boy pressed closer against me. His little hand stroked my 
neck. I breathed out slowly, trying to control myself. I knew that 
Rafael was trying to make me sexually aroused again. "Yeah! Like 
what?" he asked quietly. There was a nervous tremor of excitement 
in his voice that gave the game away.

I laughed as his hand began to rub over my back. "It's not 
going to work Raf," I said.

"Huh?" the boy said with exaggerated innocence, "What's not 
going to work?"

"I'm not gonna let you." I laughed and grabbed the boy gently 
around his waist. He didn't try to pull away. In fact he grinned 
down at me cheekily.

"Let me do what?" he teased virtuously. He gave me a chaste 
smile that slowly changed to a wicked smirk as he lost control. 
Slowly he started to giggle.

"Get me horny again. I've got work to do. I have to decide 
about this company by tomorrow," I laughed as I began to tickle him 
under the ribs. There probably isn't a boy alive who can resist a 
determined rib-tickling and Rafael was no exception. He began to 
giggle and writhe as he tried to escape. I didn't do it for very 
long, though I wanted to. His warm body wriggled and twisted 
against me and I could feel the boy's firm smooth flesh rubbing 
against me separated by a thin layer of soft cotton. His tiny boy-
genitals, precious warm moist boy-flesh, were only inches away from 
me and hiding under the oversized tee-shirt.

"Do you want to,...." he paused and gave me a smirk that was 
even more like a dirty leer, ".... lend them money?" he giggled as 
I playfully slapped his buttocks. Rafael seemed to be recovering 
very nicely. I was quickly learning that not only was this one very 
bright ten-year-old boy, but he was also very funny. Just being 
with him in the room for the last two hours had served to increase 
my resolve to have Rafael live with me. Even if our relationship 
was nonsexual I still wanted him. Fortunately that possibility was 
extremely remote because I had no idea how I could live knowing 
that another person was his lover, or even the recipient of the 
beautiful boy's affections.

"I don't know,... I guess so Raf. Are you hungry? It's way 
past lunch time." I said.

Rafael nodded. "With a name like,... what was it Centrax,... 
I don't thing you should. I hated Centerville, and it was terrible 
after Grant left."

I smiled and pulled the boy closer to me. Strangely, I felt 
happier now that the boy's demanding lust seemed to have 
disappeared for the moment. There was something obscene in a ten-
year-old boy trying to seduce a forty-two-year-old man. But what 
was truly frightening was that he had almost succeeded on every 
occasion. While I had always fantasized about young boys like 
Rafael, I had never thought of myself as a seducer of children. Now 
that a child was trying to seduce me and it scared the 'shit out 
of me'. My insight in Rafael's 'problem' came in a sudden flash as 
I realized that the boy equated the satisfaction of his sexual urge 
with affection. He wanted my affection and the only way that he 
knew how to get it was through sex. I shuddered as I thought of 
what Centerville had been like for Rafael. Now I knew how much the 
boy craved affection, I fully intended to give him all the 
affection he wanted. But it would not be on his terms, at least not 
yet. I wanted the boy to love me before we took that final step.

I gave the beautiful boy a gentle hug and squeezed his flat 
warm belly against my cheek as I playfully rubbed his buttocks 
through the tee-shirt. The boy's small cheeks were rounded and 
firm. The flesh of his bottom felt like firm rubber, pliant and 
soft but also resilient. Rafael had a fabulous butt. It saddened 
me to think of other boys penetrating his perfect body again and 
again until the little opening was bruised so darkly that even now 
it still appeared dark. Sooner or later I would....

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and gently pressed 
the boy back. "Time for lunch," I said. I wondered whether Rafael 
knew how close he had become to being 'lunch'. I stood up and 
lovingly caressed the boy's dark tousled hair. "You want to come 
and help or stay in bed?" I asked.

"With you," Rafael said. "I can get better later on."

I laughed and with my arm around Rafael's chest, half-
supported the boy as we walked into the kitchen. Rafael was still 
quite weak and he moved awkwardly, his legs shaking slightly with 
each step. Still, he needed to get up and move around a bit. I made 
him sit down on one of the kitchen stools as I made some sandwiches. 

After lunch we went back into Rafael's room and he continued 
to read as I kept working on the Centrax deal. I had been worrying 
a lot the last few days because the investment would take nearly 
two hundred thousand dollars. That represented all of my ready 
cash, and I knew it was a very risky proposition. The strange thing 
was that with Rafael sitting only a few feet away in bed, I really 
wasn't worried anymore. I had what I wanted right next to me. The 
money was lifeless and, without Rafael with me, relatively useless. 
I kept wondering whether the name of the company was a good or a 
bad omen. With Rafael coming from Centerville it seemed as if the 
fates had me 'centered'. I worked until six o'clock in the evening, 
barely aware of Rafael as he struggled through the book. His 
interruptions about words he didn't understand seemed to come less 
and less but they were still very welcome interludes.

 When I stopped I still had not made a decision and I had very 
little time left. I had promised to call the partners in Charleston 
by six-thirty with my decision. The biggest single factor was 
whether the company would get a government contract for work at the 
Marine training camp at Parris Island. That was really the question 
and no one could answer it, at least for another three or four weeks 
when the bids were opened. "Hey Raf," I said at last. 

The boy looked up from his book, "Yeah? Am I bothering you? 
I'm sorry if I am."

"No of course you're not. I really enjoy working here with 
you. You're good company. Listen Raf, you're going to live here 
with me so it involves you as much as me in a way. If I do this 
thing,... well it could be very profitable or not so profitable, 
okay? But not real bad unless things get totally messed up. I'm not 
sure which way to go, so you're going to help by picking a number 
between one and ten." I wrote down the number ten on the pad in 
front of me.

"Huh? Oh! I got one. Should I tell you?" the boy asked.

"Uh huh."

"Ten," Rafael said. He grinned, "It's my lucky number," he 
added.

"Mine too," I laughed, "At least now it is because you're ten 
years old."

The boy grinned again. "Yeah! So what did you decide?" he 
asked.

"Listen for a minute," I teased, "You'll find out."

I picked up the telephone and punched in the numbers for 
Centrax in Charleston. As soon as the phone was picked up I put on 
the speaker. Rafael sat quietly as I explained that I was going to 
make the investment and I would have the bank forward the funds to 
their bank the next day. The boy smiled. He seemed genuinely 
pleased that he had helped me decide.

After that call I called the local pizza joint and Rafael 
shouted out what he wanted as I placed the order. With dinner 
ordered, I lifted the boy up from the bed and carried him into the 
living room and placed him on the couch in front of the television. 
I sat beside him, gently rubbing his feet as we watched the news. 
I decided that I would call the cable company and have them add the 
Disney channel to my subscription. Now that Rafael was living with 
me I had to make a few changes.

 
To be continued.
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