Rafael wanted to look at the pictures for ever.Rafael wanted to look at the pictures for ever. He wanted to pretend that he was the younger boy. He rubbed his hand against his very hard penis, absorbed in his fantasy. He jumped as he heard someone coming down the basement steps. He shoved the magazine back into the drawer and leaped to his feet, leaving the room just moments before the two boys finished going down the stairs. As he left the basement, Rafael trembled uncontrollably. His heart was pounding frantically in his chest. His mind raced as it replayed the pictures again and again until they became blurred. At the top of the basement stairs he almost ran into Mr. Edwards. The boy's face was flushed with excitement and the fear of being discovered. Mr. Edwards looked at the young boy suspiciously, then smiled as he beckoned for Rafael to follow him. He led the way to the back of the building and into the quiet privacy of his office. "Close the door," he instructed as he walked back to his desk. Rafael turned and closed the door, then looked back at Mr. Edwards. "Well Raffy, have you thought about it? What we talked about?" he asked the boy. Rafael swallowed nervously and nodded slightly, then licked his lips with his small pink tongue. |