He hated that part of his body.He hated that part of his body. He could feel it getting hotter and tightening in his underpants, stretching up into the front of his jeans as it stiffened. "You're getting a hard-on just thinking about it. You want me to take care of him?" Jerry continued. Rafael tried to shake his head and deny the urge that was getting ever stronger inside him. The need to satisfy that part of his body had changed slowly during the last few months. It had gone from an innocent curiosity that sparked nice feelings inside him to an insistent demand for pleasure. He could feel the pressure building in the glans of his penis as it was compressed into the tight constriction of his foreskin. He nodded slowly, unable to resist. His loneliness would disappear for a short time at least if he gave in. Jerry smiled and almost lovingly placed his arm comfortingly around the boy's slender shoulders. Rafael caught himself wishing that Jerry was his older brother and he wondered where the thought had come from. It would be wonderful to have his own family. He walked side by side with Jerry, barely aware of where they were going. Even though he had walked the path to Baker House a thousand times it seemed, Rafael barely recognized the things around him. The dorm was empty and they climbed the stairs and went into Jerry's room. Rafael turned to look at the seventeen year-old boy standing next to the now-closed door and said, "You can do the other stuff, but I don't want you on top of me, okay? I don't want your stuff on me either." The little boy paused and then added, "And I'm not doing acid ever again." Jerry smiled and shrugged. "Your choice kid. Maybe gettin' off on your dick is all you need anyway. It certainly is all I need." He smirked and opened a drawer to retrieve the jar of Vaseline from its hiding place. Rafael deftly unfastened his belt, opened his zipper and pushed his jeans downward to his ankles. He sat down on the bed and pulled his shoes and socks off, then tugged his jeans off. |