He breathed out, knowing that the only way that Grant would touch him there again would be if he touched Grant in the same place.He breathed out, knowing that the only way that Grant would touch him there again would be if he touched Grant in the same place. The woman's words haunted the little boy. His dreams had been shattered that afternoon in the man's bedroom, all that he had hoped for, a family of his own, had disappeared forever that day. Tears began to form in his eyes as he reached downward. For only an instant his small fingers stroked Grant's small, very hot bulge. Rafael shivered as his fingers brushed over the cotton and he realized that the cotton was tight and the bulge was much larger than his own. It felt unyielding, not soft underneath, but hard and hot. "Hmmmmm,....", Grant sighed, "Yeah I like that. Do it some more. I'll do yours too, okay?" Rafael, the filthy little bastard in him, the whore in him nodded. His little fingers stroked against the part of Grant's body that seemed the hottest and hardest. It was, he realized with a sudden shock, the other boy's 'pee-pee'. It worried him. The more he thought about it, the more it worried him. "Grant,... there's something wrong with your pee-pee," he whispered, "If feels real hard." Grant giggled, "It's supposed to be like that. Your's is like that too," he whispered, then taking his hand away, he took Rafael's hand away and pressed it down between Rafael's legs. |