" Rafael shrugged." Rafael shrugged. Even in Davis House boys were ostracized for being too close. In Baker House, where the boys were older and many of them sexually mature, a close friendship that involved a boy in intimate physical contact was despised. But despite his fear and the shame that would occur if anyone found out, Rafael wanted only to oblige his new friend. He nodded, "Promise not to tell?" he whispered guiltily. Grant smiled, "Yeah I promise,... now you," he demanded urgently. Rafael grinned, "Yeah! I promise," he whispered. His heart surged. He had never touched another human being with affection, other than his mother, and even then he was given cursory attention. He needed to be hugged. The desire burst out of him as it came to Grant, scarred by the memory of the accident where his family died in the car and he walked away with barely a scratch. Their young bodies came together as one. Their firm slender bodies united, their legs entwined and arms locked around each other's bare chests. Their soft smooth bellies compressed and their small hot genitals squeezed firmly together. They lay together for a long while, reluctant to break the bonds of their flesh. Each boy was afraid to speak and to interrupt the wonder of the moment. "You feel nice," Rafael whispered, "You feel so hot down there." "You feel nice too," Grant whispered, "I think our dicks are hard again." He felt between their hips, slipping his small hand downward, touching first his own penis and then Rafael's. "Yep,... we both are. |