We live in my condominium on an island on the East Coast.We live in my condominium on an island on the East Coast. There is a spectacular view of the marshes and the InterCoastal Waterway. Our boat is moored outside, less than twenty five feet from the terrace. There are two bedrooms. The bedroom that Rafael and I share is on the second floor, it opens via a cathedral ceiling to the living room below. There is a sunny but very private deck next to the bedroom and I had a jacuzzi installed there shortly after Rafael came to live with me. We often use it before we go to bed. The other bedroom is made up and to any visitor it is the room of a normal eleven-year-old boy. Rafael often plays in there when I am working in the study. As far as Rafael's friends know, I am his uncle. The boy has stirred again, he is close to waking up, but not yet. This time his fingers closed, pulling me towards him, his small brown thighs pressing into my hip. His dream has intensified and he whimpered slightly, his naked body tensing slightly and then relaxing as his breathing quickened. I felt the moist heat of his groin, the small rigid cock squeezing alive and strong between us. I kissed him gently on the forehead, smoothing his hair back as I kissed his cheek, hoping that the boy was dreaming of me, wanting desperately to wake him, to hold him tightly and whisper my love to him. |