You've got a hot ass boy.You've got a hot ass boy. How old did you say you are?" "Ten," Rafael answered. "A young ten too by the looks of you. Yes sir, that's some ass you got back here. I got some friends that could really put it to good use," the man smirked. His hand moved back under Rafael's small buttocks and he squeezed the wet slippery cheeks. "I bet you liked it!" he added. Mr. Baker pushed his fingers into the small juice-filled crack and probed for the boy's opening. His fingers pressed into soft wet flesh that only a short time earlier had been firm and dry. "You sure got a mess back there. You're a wet one all right." The boy shifted uncomfortably and moved his buttocks so that Mr. Baker's hand could move under him, finally lifting his feet back up onto the dashboard. "Yeah! You're still horny aren't you, you little pig. You want it back in your ass again, don't you." Rafael nodded slowly. He tried to say no, but found that he was unable to mouth the words. He wondered how the man knew what he wanted and that his desire was still raging even though he was physically exhausted. He didn't understand why Cal wasn't interested after he'd ejaculated. Rafael knew it was something to do with Cal's 'cum' and when it came out, though he didn't understand why it happened. For Rafael, relief always seemed like it was just moments away. If he just kept on for just a few more seconds he'd get it. It always felt good, sometimes so good that he thought he was going to die. He had felt like that with Mr. Baker in those last few seconds. It was like something inside him was about to explode. Then it felt like it burst but almost as soon as it had passed, he wanted the feeling to return again. |