He had never felt like this before, not with a grown-up.He had never felt like this before, not with a grown-up. "I,... I like you too Mr. Baker," he murmured. Mr. Baker nodded, "It's easier when guys like each other, Rafael." The man's fingers gently clasped the boy's small fingers. Then in an instant the young boy became frightened of the heat that seemed to flood through his body and the closeness of the man next to him. The enclosed space of the car scared him and he desperately wanted to get out. Even as he reached for the door handle, Mr. Baker's hand touched against his leg just above the knee. The boy stopped. His heart was pounding wildly and Mr. Edwards words rang in his ears. Rafael was now very aware of his small bulging cock. It had been hard on and off during the drive back to Centerville. Now it seemed to stick out obscenely into the tight confines of his underpants making an almost uncomfortable hot ache that was centered between his slender legs. The boy wondered what would happen next. But deep inside he knew and he wanted what came next. He felt a momentary guilt and he wanted Mr. Baker to take his hand away, then, as his guilt and shame faded, wanted the man to keep his hand there forever. Mr. Baker shifted closer. The hand was still on his jeans as it moved slightly, feeling the warmth of the boy's slender leg. The man's closeness was frightening, then overpowering as Mr. Baker's other arm came around Rafael's shoulders and hugged him tenderly. Then Mr. Baker pressed Rafael back into the seat and the hand moved away from his leg. The fingers were warm and gentle and they caressed the young boy. The fingers playfully explored his body, stroking his neck and shoulders, finally slipping down his narrow chest to his waist. The fingers clumsily unfastened the boy's belt and zipper. Then the fingers went back to caressing him, every so often dropping down to stroke the velvet-smooth skin of his lower belly and tease his navel. The fingers lifted up under his tee shirt to tease his tiny dark nipples until they were hard and pointed. Rafael remembered Mr. Edwards' warning. He sat quietly and tried not to be afraid. Slowly Rafael began to enjoy the gentle touches until finally he realized that he didn't care. |