WARNING: This story will contain descriptions of a variety of sexual acts between men and MINOR boys.WARNING: This story will contain descriptions of a variety of sexual acts between men and MINOR boys. Violence and inter-racial relation- ships occur thoughout. The story is NOT intended to be racist but is a 'realistic' portrayal of the life of a young Puerto Rican boy as he grows up and discovers that his 'preferred partners' are of his own sex. COPYRIGHT: Copyright is held by the author at an27868@anon.penet.fi. September, 1993. Fair use consists of copying and distributing via electronic means in the public domain only. In printed media, copyright protection remains for more than individual copies. FACT OR FICTION: The story is entirely fiction. It did not happen although there is some probability that a story like this has happened in the past. Any resemblance to individuals, alive or dead, is unfortunate! REPLIES,SUGGESTIONS,ETC: E-mail comments and criticisms to an27868@anon.penet.fi, or post to alt.sex.stories.d. I will generally respond to all sincere email. Your support and suggestions are both welcomed and appreciated. Please do not post here! Please feel free to comment or point me towards ftp sites for similar stories. SPECIAL THANKS: An anonymous reviewer has my special thanks. This individual had edited the work, suggested a wide of variety of changes and otherwise assisted in its production. Thank You! You know who you are. PLAYING IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES. Prologue This morning I awoke slowly, becoming gradually aware of the boy lying beside me, his arm draped casually over my chest, his leg over my legs, his face pressed against my shoulder, his cheek hot against my skin. His breath was moist against my skin as his chest moved rhythmically though barely visible unless I looked closely. He stirred, his body pressing closer, a slight tremble passing through him like a little quiver and then he settled down again, back to sleep, his body unmoving. For a long while I looked at the boy lovingly, his dark hair glistening in the early morning light as it filtered though the trees outside the window, steadily getting lighter as morning came. The boy's hair is the color of dark mahogany, not black, but a rich dark brown. His hair is long and slightly curly and it lay tousled on the white pillow and over my shoulder. |