The young boy faced away from the bed and bent forward at the waist.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. |