If ya wanna mess 'round wid 'em back there,.If ya wanna mess 'round wid 'em back there,... feel fuckin' free." Rafael looked at Luis and wondered whether he was kidding. He breathed out and slowly parted his legs so that his knees were wide apart and his small genitals exposed. "You wanna?" he asked quietly. Luis glanced at the boy's crude display, the tiny hard penis sticking up proudly. "Not fuckin' here. You can wait." Rafael looked back at the man and wondered whether he should go to the back of the van. It didn't seem like it was the smartest thing in the world to do. If Luis liked him,.... if Luis wanted him,.... then it would only make the man angry. He shrugged and settled back in his seat. He half closed his eyes and gently stroked his penis with his fingers, feeling his hungry little cock throb with anticipation, then slowly deflate in frustration as his desire faded. Luis dropped the boys off at various points on the way home, close to their homes, but not close enough that suspicion would be aroused. Whatever excuses the boys used when they came home at close to ten o'clock, Rafael had no idea. |