Each time Rafael would cry, begging Cal to leave him alone until he came to accept the nightly ritual.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. |