Slowly the boy kicked off his sneakers and removed his socks, then he pulled his sweat-shirt off.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. |