"It was always the same," the man thought, "People would never believe how a young boy could get off, even one as young as this boy."It was always the same," the man thought, "People would never believe how a young boy could get off, even one as young as this boy. Young boys were something else again." He pulled it free as the last tremor passed. The boy gasped, dropping back onto the seat with exhaustion. "Fuck!" Mr. Baker swore quietly. "You were good kid. You okay? Your ass was sure tight for a while but it sure isn't now. I reckon you must have liked that." Rafael had never felt so tired before. There was always a feeling that his energy had drained away, though it was never like this. It took all of Rafael's energy just to breath and all of his mental power to try to stop the endless shaking and trembling that continued even after the rubber-cock was no longer inside him. He didn't know what was wrong at first. It felt as if the plastic- penis was still inside him, still moving back and forth. Then it felt like there was a huge empty void inside him, a void whose presence asserted itself by demanding to be filled again. Rafael finally stopped shaking after a few minutes. He felt as though his insides had been pulverized. It felt looser inside his body than it had ever been before with Cal. And wetter too. It felt as if his entire stomach had turned to jelly. As Rafael slumped into the seat he could feel wetness spreading out underneath him. He knew the wetness came from inside him. It always felt a bit like that with Cal, only it had never been this wet back there. The car smelled, a sweet raw smell that had come from deep inside him. He could barely move. Except for the first few times with Cal he'd never felt like this before. He wanted to keep on. He wanted to do it again even though he knew he dare not. Finally, as he stopped shivering, a strange numbness came over him and then an awareness of his insides. It slowly replaced by a realization that his body hurt. |