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.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. |