Then the boy pulled away slightly, moaning quietly, his breathing quickened and then strained as his small buttocks clenched, tensing, then suddenly writhing in unconscious ecstasy.Then the boy pulled away slightly, moaning quietly, his breathing quickened and then strained as his small buttocks clenched, tensing, then suddenly writhing in unconscious ecstasy. His body arched, his slender legs kicking back the sheet, then his buttocks pressed back again. I grinned, looking along the boy's slender, still immature body, the sheet now bunched at his knees and revealing most of his naked body and I see his aroused cock poking rudely out from his little mounded pubis. The tiny blue- purple veins were swollen in the boy's wedge-shaped cock. His penis, even when it is fully erect, is short, still a bit less than three inches long. The rounded delicate tip is hidden by the boy's foreskin. It is tight and it is drawn to a wrinkled little orifice. When retracted, I know that the head of his penis is like a tiny bell, its sensitivity enhanced by the protection of his foreskin. His balls are still very small for an eleven-year-old boy, his scrotum tightened up in a firm little knot beneath his cock. I sighed, feeling the sadness return, my desire momentarily overwhelmed. The boy was too perfect, too wonderful, too alive, to lose that part of his magnificent body, to never experience the feelings that come with maturity. The tiny testicles inside his little pouch are spongy, unnaturally soft for a young boy. Although the extent of the damage that was done is still unclear, in a few years we will know more. Perhaps he was not injured as badly as the doctor suspected. I sighed again, lying back in the pillows, confused, sad and angry, wanting the boy more than I could stand, but somehow resisting the urge to wake him. +++++ "Hi!", he whispers sleepily as he presses forward against me again. I grin as I look back at him and put my note-pad down beside the bed. "Hi beautiful," I smile, "You were having a real dirty dream again." I tease. Rafael smirks and glances downward, along his slender body, seeing his little penis sticking out straight and parallel to his lower belly, "Huh huh! I guess he is pretty stiff, huh?", he acknowledges. and then adds with a sleepy smile, "So why didn't you wake me up?" I shrug. "I like watching you. |