It felt wet and 'icky'.It felt wet and 'icky'. He stepped off the footpath and walked across a grass strip into a deserted parking lot and went behind a dumpster. He sucked his tummy in and slid his hand down the back of his shorts and under the waist band of his underpants. He felt a warm wet area on his underpants that was kind of thick and sticky. Then down a bit further and he pushed his fingers into his crack. It was a lot wetter there and he pulled his hand back out. In the dim light from the nearby street lights he could see that the wetness wasn't blood. Then he grinned. It was 'cum', Mr. Baker's 'cum'. The boy began to laugh. His belly ached but he didn't care. He was glad that he wasn't bleeding. The more he thought about the more he laughed. Of course it was 'cum', but there sure was a lot. He didn't think that there had been that much go inside him. Cal didn't have all that much yet either, but that's what it was. 'Cum' was draining out of him, that and his own 'butt-juice'. He wiped his fingers on his shorts and then smelled them. His own odor, the sweet musky odor, was strong though he didn't mind it. There didn't seem to be any smell from Mr. Baker's 'cum' unless it was the same as his own smell. Rafael went back to the road and kept walking. It was two miles to the interchange and Atlantic Boulevard was straight for most of the way. It took nearly an hour for him to go the distance. |