I staggered off to my own bed.I staggered off to my own bed. +++++ I woke up around two o'clock in the morning. The apartment was deadly quiet. I tried to go back to sleep but it was impossible to get my thoughts off Rafael. Images flickered in my mind. Strong images of Rafael in the living room playing with his trains, in the pool as he looked at me with unbridled lust, in the store as he grinned with more happiness than he had ever known. I smiled and sighed. I seemed to love the boy more every minute that I was with him. The funny thing was how fast his mood changed. In one instant he was oozing lust as he tried to arouse me. A minute later he was the shy bashful little boy who wanted affection and love. There seemed to be no reason to how it worked. One thing, then the other, without any indication of what provoked the change. The only exception seemed to be that when I rejected his sexual advances he quickly changed to the other Rafael, to the innocent little boy. I wondered what would happen when we finally took the final step together and made love. I wondered how it would change him. It was kind of interesting having two Rafaels. Unable to go back to sleep I stood up and walked quietly down the hall to check on Rafael. I came into his bedroom and walked quietly over to his bed. |