He sat up and lifted his feet over onto the floor.He sat up and lifted his feet over onto the floor. "I'm hungry," he announced. "Me too," Cal agreed. The cold-front had moved through. Already it was well out in the Atlantic and the summer's heat had returned. As Cal dressed, Rafael undressed. His underpants were dirty with pale brownish smears on the bottom and there was a round dark stain on the white cloth about where his opening was. Rafael took out a clean pair from his drawer and then put on a pair of shorts and a clean tee shirt. Cal was already dressed but he waited and the two boys went downstairs together. Rafael moved gingerly. The dull ache inside his body threatened to be painful if he moved too quickly. He wondered why being 'fucked' didn't seem to bother Cal. Maybe it was just a matter of time until he got used to it. Maybe when he was bigger or as old as Cal it wouldn't feel like this. When the boys came into the dining room they found that most of the other boys had already finished breakfast and were cleaning up. They sat down at the end of a table, catching Mr. Edwards' eyes as he smirked and raised his eyebrows meaningfully. He had let them sleep in that morning as a special treat and the boys knew it. After all of the other boys had left the man finally ambled over to where the two boys were sitting. "Good morning boys. And how do we feel today?" he teased. Cal stifled a laugh and he looked at Rafael. "I'm okay but he's hurtin'". Mr. Edwards smiled. "Big pegs in small holes huh? That's what happens when you play in the major leagues, Raffy. You'll feel better in a few days I bet." Rafael turned and looked at the man next to him. "It's not that bad," he retorted, "It's just a bit sore inside. I feel okay." Mr. Edwards smirked. "He called me this morning,... about you going to DisneyWorld with him next weekend. Sounds like fun, huh? You're gonna be real sore after that, though." Rafael smiled shyly and shrugged. "I guess.... Can I go? Please Mr. Edwards?" he implored. Even as he asked Rafael wasn't at all certain why he wanted to go. Was it because he wanted to see DisneyWorld or because of what would happen when he was alone with Mr. |