It was almost a game.It was almost a game. Rafael was trying his best to give me an erection by doing absolutely nothing except look at me with his sensuous eyes that screamed pure unadulterated boy-lust. I was trying to resist the beautiful uninhibited youngster by ignoring his wonderful body. Needless to say Rafael won that game hands down but I concealed my more than seven inches of very hard penis carefully. At least I thought I did. "Why won't my dick get hard too?" Rafael asked curiously. "Is it because of what happened to my balls?" I coughed, taken back by his openness. "Huh?" I asked, playing for time. He smirked, "Well it is isn't it?" he teased. I grinned back at the boy. "You're pretty sexy for a ten-year- old. Centerville must be some place." He shrugged. "A lot of stuff goes on there. All the kids in Baker House do it,... sooner or later." The ten-year-old boy was so relaxed and open about his burgeoning sexuality that there wasn't much I could say. I didn't think that Rafael was wanton or dissolute. Rather the boy was merely expressing a very natural prurient interest, his juvenile lust notwithstanding. I finished drying him and gave his bottom a playful slap, wondering just what I had gotten myself into. I stood up and led the way back into the hall. "Let's see if we can find something for you to wear in bed," I laughed. The boy followed me down to my bedroom and stood next to me as I pulled open my dresser drawer. "Do you think my dick will get hard again when the bruises on it go away?" he asked. I looked up as I pulled a tee-shirt out and held it up in front of the boy. It came down to just above his knees. "Probably. You just need to be patient. Like I said Raf, give it time, okay? By the way, the proper name for it is 'penis'." "I know that! But dick sounds better," he giggled. "Better than cock anyway I think.I s'pose you want me to call my balls testy-whatever-it-was too? Talk about a dumb name. |