Archive-name: Samesex/majlea02.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Playing in the Major Leagues - 2 PLAYING IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES. Chapter 2. Initiation: Rafael and Calvin For the next few days Rafael walked around Centerville hoping to see Grant appear. Although he knew that his best friend had left for good, it was impossible for him not to keep looking. After those two lonely days and nights Rafael was feeling very miserable. Over and over again he wished that he had gone to say good-bye to Grant. He had never even met Grant's new family. He had no idea where Grant was going to live. He missed his best friend more than he had ever imagined possible. It was on the afternoon of the second day when Rafael ambled aimlessly on his way back to Baker House from the workshops where the boys made various crafts. Rafael had started making a bird-feeder out of wood but he hadn't been very interested. It sat in pieces on the bench where he had been working. As he passed through the parking lot in front of the administration building he saw a new Cadillac parked in one of the reserved spots. It was dark blue and brand new. The car sparkled in the afternoon sun. Rafael walked up beside it. It was the nicest car that he had ever seen. He was afraid to touch it, scared that he would somehow mar the absolute perfection of it. He looked through the darkly tinted glass. Inside he could see luxurious seats in a creamy colored leather and abundance of wood trim. Rafael wondered who owned it. He was startled suddenly when a man came up behind him. The boy was so engrossed in admiring the car that he had not heard the man approach. "Hello young man," a voice said right behind him. Rafael jumped and twisted around guiltily. "Uh!" The man smiled and for a few seconds he looked long and hard at the startled boy. Then he smiled again. "Well, do you like it?" he asked. Rafael liked the man's voice and he nodded. Then he remembered who the man was. This was Mr. Baker. The man who had given all the money to build the dormitory in which he lived. He had seen him before, on and off during his years at Centerville. He had never spoken to the man before or even seen him this close up. Usually Mr. Baker only addressed the boys at a presentation ceremony or something like that. "Yeah! It's beautiful. It must have cost a mint. Is it yours?" he asked excitedly. Mr. Baker smiled, "Brand new. I just picked it up from the dealer this morning." "It's the nicest car I've ever seen," Rafael said in awe. The man smiled. "Well thank you. What's your name?" he asked. "Uh, Rafael. I live in Baker House, sir." "Yes, I expect you do. I hope you like it there. And how old are you Rafael?" the man asked, still smiling at the boy. "Ten sir, I turned ten a few days ago." Rafael said shyly. "Well Rafael, you certainly are a very handsome young man. And happy birthday too, even it is a couple of days late." "Thanks sir," the boy mumbled. For some reason he felt uncomfortable. Nobody had ever told him that he was handsome before. A lot of the boys teased him about his looks, mostly jeers and taunts that focused on the fact that he looked like a 'girl'. Rafael didn't like it but there wasn't much he could do, though he had wondered if he should get his hair cut shorter the way it had been when he was younger. "Yes," the man continued," You're certainly a very handsome boy." The man opened the car and got into the driver's seat. "Good- bye Rafael. I hope we'll be seeing more of each other. I like to know how the boys here are getting on." Rafael nodded as the car pulled back and turned onto the drive. He watched it leave. After a few long seconds he turned away and continued his walk back to the dorm. Constantly his eyes searched for Grant. He hoped to see his friend emerge, to spot him somewhere, to find out that the adoption hadn't worked. He wanted Grant to come back. He didn't care if the other boys said that he was 'gay', he could live with that. "Hi Rafael," a voice called. Rafael turned around as Jerry came out from beside the administration building. It was almost as if the older boy had been hiding there, watching for the young boy. "Oh! Hi Jerry." "Why were you talking to Mr. Baker?" the older boy demanded."What were you two talking about?" "Uh, his car. He's got a brand new Cadillac. Did you see it? It's wild. It's dark blue and really nice." Rafael answered. "What else?" Jerry persisted. "Nothin' man. He just asked my name and age, that's all," the young boy replied nervously. Jerry smiled strangely and shrugged. "You miss Grant a lot huh?" he asked. Rafael nodded miserably as he looked down and scraped his right foot in the gravel on the path. "Yeah! I miss him. He was my only friend in this dump." Jerry grinned. "I've been missing my little friend too." He looked down at Rafael's crotch. The younger boy shrugged. He knew what Jerry wanted but for the second time in as many days he wasn't interested. "I know how to make you and him feel a lot better," Jerry said quietly. His voice quivered with excitement. Rafael shrugged again. "I ain't doing that Jerry. 'n I don't want any more acid either," he said awkwardly. Jerry smirked and looked down meaningfully at the center of Rafael's slender body. The boy shifted uncomfortably. "How's your dick feel? Still sore from what we did behind the barn?" Rafael breathed out and shook his head. "You got one hell of a sexy dick Raffy. We both know you can't get enough. Even now it's getting hard and there's not a thing you can do to stop it." "It is not," Rafael denied hotly. "'course it is. You want me to do your knob and you know it. Your baby-balls are just aching for it too. Why don't you just admit it?" the older boy teased. Rafael blushed. In only a few more seconds his little penis would be hard. 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. Rafael was very aware that Jerry was staring at him as he lay back on the bed. The young boy silently lifted his buttocks upward so that he could take his underpants off as well. Naked from the waist down he lay back on the bed waiting. Jerry came over and sat down beside him. The older boy's fingers were coated with the yellowish gel. With his left hand he enclosed the boy's small erection and pushed down to force the tiny glans through the narrow opening in Rafael's foreskin. The tip was dark and slightly shiny, swollen with the boy's blood. Jerry squeezed it firmly and watched as Rafael breathed deeply. "I don't think I've ever seen a kid with a dick as hard as this. Maybe because it's smaller but you sure can get a hard-on." He smeared the greasy ointment over the boy's stiff little penis and into the soft folds of his scrotum. He began to gently stroke the small hard shaft, going back time and time again to squeeze and pinch the boy's tiny glans. Jerry did it until the boy was no longer able to resist the sensations that flowed out of his groin. Rafael started to hump, jerking his narrow hips up sporadically as waves of delight flooded him. Rafael's little penis was rigid and almost unyielding. It was so hard that it seemed that it could be snapped off if it was pulled down too far. Tiny blue veins stood out into the little shaft, almost like the penis of a young teenager, only smaller, a lot smaller. Jerry's hand shifted downward and began to concentrate on the little testicles. He knew just how far to go before he hurt the boy, just how hard to squeeze and twist the delicate eggs before Rafael yelped in pain. Sometimes he went too far, watching as the boy muffled his cries of pain in the pillow. But even in the pain there was pleasure and Rafael always came back for more. After a few more gentle minutes his hand moved down and under Rafael's buttocks, following the boy's scrotum back into the crevice between his cheeks. It was the first time that Jerry had been interested in that part of Rafael's body. It was the first time since he was out of diapers that anyone, other than Rafael himself, had touched his anus. Rafael had always thought of that part of his body as dirty but he quivered with an intense thrill of excitement and sudden interest as he felt Jerry's finger stroking the tight puckered lip of his nether opening. With his other hand, Jerry lifted Rafael's legs upward so that the boy's buttocks were elevated slightly. He smirked as he continued to probe cautiously into Rafael's small body. "I can't believe you never had one in here?" the older boy teased. "'specially with your looks. Not even with Grant? You should'a, you know. As a farewell present. His dick is way too small to mess you up inside and you would'a liked it a whole lot." Rafael sighed as Jerry's finger pushed up and eased inside him slightly. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, in fact it was kind of nice he decided quickly. It helped that Jerry's finger was well lubricated with Vaseline and he barely had the tip inside the boy's opening. Almost as soon as Rafael started to enjoy the strange feelings that came from behind him, Jerry's finger moved away. Rafael shook his head urgently, his desire clearly revealed on his small face. Jerry smirked. "You like that?" he teased. "You do, don't you? I don't believe you're still an ass-virgin." "What's that mean,...an ass-virgin?" Rafael asked. Jerry laughed, "Someone like you, Raffy." His finger moved back and began to circle slowly around the boy's anus. "A boy who hasn't had a dick in here. It won't be long though I bet. There aren't many ten-year-olds here that haven't lost their cherries. The older kids usually take care of that. Now that Grant's out of the way it's just a matter of time until one of those little shit- pushers like Cal or his buddy Denny pays you a visit." Rafael looked at Jerry nervously. "What if I don't want to? I'm not sure I want to do that with someone like Cal, and I'd never do that with Denny." Jerry shrugged. "You better hope it's not Cal. He's got a real big dick, big enough to hurt you if he didn't go slow." Gently his forefinger probed back into the little boy's anus, pushing gently though firmly and not relaxing until the first joint was inside Rafael's anus. His excitement increased as he realized that the young boy was not resisting. "You're real tight back there too. You better hope one of the other kids get you first. Someone like Jeff. His dick is big enough to have fun with but not hurt you too much." "Does it hurt a lot?" Rafael asked. Jerry smiled. "Yeah, it usually hurts at first. It can be real bad if the guy's got a big one. Then it feels like your guts are being torn out. My first time I bled like a pig but I was younger than you, I guess nine-and-a-half or so. It wasn't long after I came to Baker House. The worst part is you don't shit right for a week or more." "I guess it must mess up your insides," Rafael thought aloud. "Does it ever feel okay?" he asked shyly. Jerry nodded. "You like how my finger feels back there?" Rafael breathed out slowly. "Yeah. It's nice. It feels funny. It feels a lot different to when you do it in front, to my dick or balls. I keep wanting your finger to go in further." Jerry laughed. "You're gonna like it a lot when you start. Its gonna take some time to break you in because your ass is so tight but after a few weeks you'll love it. Think of it as my finger only a thousand times better. I was pretty sure you liked it." "Uh! Yeah I guess I do. It feels sorta weird. But it's nice too. How can you tell I like it?" Rafael asked. "Most kids fight it at first and try to push it back out but you didn't. You really want it deeper?" Jerry asked. "Yeah I guess. Not if it hurts though." Jerry smiled. "It might. I can't promise it won't. Your asshole is real tight so it probably will hurt a bit. You gotta remember that the sooner it starts hurting, the sooner you get over it and start liking it." Rafael thought for a moment. Jerry finger was rubbing gently into his anus, not going deeply but flowing around and around on the slippery oily flesh as the boy's anus opened inwards. Jerry concentrated his attention on the nerve-filled opening, knowing the effect it would have on the boy. For the first time in more than four years Jerry was excited by the idea of anal sex. All he could think of was sinking his rock-hard penis into the perfect little boy that was lying on his bed. For the first time since he had started puberty Jerry was aroused by something other than a prepubescent boy's genitals. He had always been able to enjoy either making a little boy feel good by his expert handling of the small penis and testicles, or by sharing his own semen with the youngster. Now he wanted more. He looked closely at Rafael as he wondered how far he could go with the boy. It wasn't that he wondered whether his penis could actually fit inside the youngster. He knew that it could, all he had to do was be careful and patient and let nature make the necessary adjustments to the boy's anatomy. He knew a ten-year-old boy could accommodate a man's penis because he had done it himself when he wasn't much older than Rafael. However, he also remembered how much it had hurt at fist. The big question was whether the boy would submit long enough for him to get it inside. Rafael nodded slowly, "Promise to stop if I ask?" Jerry nodded. "I promise. I'll go real slow so it won't hurt. Stand up." "Stand up? Why?" Rafael asked. "Just do it, okay." Jerry said. "Stand up and bend over." He grinned as he removed his finger from the boy's crack, giving the little rounded scrotum a pinch as he pulled away. The boy yelped as though he was stung. He didn't like it when Jerry pinched or squeezed too hard. The worst part was when the older boy flicked at his balls or dick. That did hurt. "You're not gonna put your dick in me are you?" the boy asked nervously. "Not unless you want me to." Rafael looked uncertain. "I,... I don't think I want to do that, okay?" Jerry smiled, "Well, we'll see. Maybe you'll change your mind when you see how good it feels." He moved sideways and Rafael lifted his legs up, twisted to the side and stood up before Jerry. The young boy faced away from the bed and bent forward at the waist. "Split 'em," Jerry breathed out. "Pull your cheeks apart and let's see what you've got back there, kid." The boy obeyed silently, looking back along the side of his body as he watched Jerry scoop out more Vaseline on his finger. For a few seconds after the greasy lump was smeared into his anus, the boy felt pleasantly cool. The coolness faded as Jerry's fingers began to rub into Rafael's opening. With the added lubrication there was little Rafael could do to resist the intrusion of Jerry's finger. There was no pain as the finger penetrated him to the first joint, and then slid in up to the second joint. Even the little boy's sphincter gave in without a fight. "You like that don't you?" Jerry asked, his voice trembling with excitement. "Uh huh. It feels like it's going right up inside me." Rafael gasped as the finger twisted and pushed down into his belly. "Ouch, shit man that hurts!" he squealed. Jerry laughed. "It might hurt now but not for long. That's your prostate I'm pushing on. That's what makes this fun." "Well it goddamn hurts," the boy complained. He pulled away suddenly and without warning. "I don't wanna do this anymore," he said guiltily. All Rafael could think of was Grant and the way that the two boys had touched each other at night. He remembered his desire to be with Grant and he felt so miserable that he wanted to die. He began to hate himself even as he started to enjoy the strange sensation that he felt deep inside him. It felt as if Jerry had touched the very core of his body and released all of the pent up fears and anguish that had been there since before Christmas. Rafael wanted Grant more than he could stand. He longed for the other boy's slender arms to be wrapped around his chest, to feel their legs entwined, to feel their little pensises squashed together in a mass of smooth firm hot flesh. He wanted Grant. Jerry's finger slid out of his anus as he moved away to pick up his clothes. The older boy looked at Rafael sadly. The young boy trembled. "Look Jerry, I,... I don't know why but I don't wanna do this stuff. I know we've messed around before a bit when Grant wasn't here but I want to stop now." Jerry smirked, "You must really miss you little boyfriend. I bet you wish it was Grant here now. Grant, honey you be the boy and I'll be the girl and you put your pee-pee in my pussy," Jerry teased in a high falsetto voice. "Is that what you want Raffy? For me to pretend you're a girl and this thing is a pussy," he added slapping the boy's buttocks loudly. Rafael backed away shaking his head. "Jerry don't be mean,... I just don't wanna okay. I keep thinking of Grant, I miss him so bad. I just don't wanna do this stuff now." He pulled his jeans up and then turned and bolted from the room, leaving his socks and shoes on the floor. He didn't want Jerry to see him crying. ++++ A few days later Rafael was assigned to Calvin's room. It was not his choice but at least he would not be by himself. For the first few nights Rafael cried, still missing his best friend badly, still wishing that he had said good-bye, wanting only to hug Grant and press into his friend's naked warmth and fall asleep. He did not sleep much. The house parents tried to comfort the boy with little success. With twenty three other boys to take care of, there was little time for Rafael and his problems. Over the next few weeks Calvin slowly became a friend. The night that Rafael lost his virginity was a night he would never forget. It was a cool Spring evening, a Saturday, and without the rigid schedule of homework the Baker-House boys had played outside until it was too dark to see. It was nearly ten o'clock when the game stopped, only a few minutes before 'lights out'. The boys had played tag football, a game that Rafael was very good at, his lithe body able to dart and twist and easily escape the other boys. Although he was smaller than almost of the boys in Baker House he could run fast. Rafael was always a 'hot favorite' when the teams were picked. That evening Cal was one of the 'team captains'. Rafael was pleased when Cal selected him as his very first choice. All through the game Rafael did his best to show that Cal's choice had been a good one. He scored twice, in fact it was his last victory that gave Cal's team the win it deserved. The boys had played hard and fast and there was more than one bruised knee or scrapped elbow. As the twenty four boys came into the dorm they were laughing. Rafael was the 'star'. His team mates slapped him on the back and teased him playfully while the other team wished that the good- looking, young Puerto-Rican boy had been on their side. The jeers and taunts about him being 'gay' had ended when Grant was adopted. Living in Cal's room, no one, not even Denny, dared to make a comment about the little ten-year-old boy being 'gay'. Rafael enjoyed his fleeting popularity, grinning happily as he went up the stairs to his 'new' bedroom. It wasn't any different to the one he'd lived in with Grant, except that Cal never picked up anything and the room was a perpetual mess. It was only when Mr. Edwards became angry that Cal did anything at all to clean up the mess. The boy sat down on his bed and smiled. For the first time in months Rafael felt proud, a joy in his heart because he was the 'hero'. His narrow chest was still heaving with excitement and the effort of his long, long run in the darkness, He had swerved, ducked and weaved through the other boys as they loomed out of the darkness. He could barely see but his eyes had searched for the concrete paving that marked the edge of the field and then made a wide swing to the left to score in the center of the soccer goal- posts. Rafael stretched sleepily, placing his hands behind his neck and arching his back with feline grace. He yawned. Luckily the next day was Sunday and he would get to sleep in an extra hour before he had to get up and attend the 'service' that Mr. Edwards held outside every Sunday, unless it was raining of course. Slowly the boy kicked off his sneakers and removed his socks, then he pulled his sweat-shirt off. He stood up, shivering slightly, and pulled his sweat-pants down. As he stood in just his underpants he remembered what he had done with Grant at night as soon as the lights were turned out. He remembered the way both boys would undress and get into the same bed and hug and touch each other. He didn't know why it had felt so good but even the memory brought gooseflesh to his arms and chest. He shivered again, not so much with cold, but from the intensity of the memory. He reached under his pillow and extracted his pajamas. He had started wearing pajamas again as soon as Grant had left. Everything had changed then. He had lost interest, even with Jerry, though Jerry had looked at him meaningfully whenever he saw the young boy. He remembered the day that Grant left vividly. It was the day that he lay on his back in the rich green grass with the sun warming his exposed flesh. It was the day that Jerry had rubbed at him furiously and he had wanted to cry so badly. The young boy hadn't orgasmed that afternoon, and hadn't since. He had lost interest in everything, even that. Rafael pulled on his pajamas and dragged down the covers of his bed. There was a stale smell in the room after the fresh air outdoors. He settled down and picked up the book he was trying to read. Every word was a labor, a trial that he underwent as he sounded it out aloud, then tried to make sense out of it. It had taken weeks and he was barely one third of the way through it. He wished he could read like Grant. He had raced through books, barely slowing to turn the page. Rafael managed to read just two sentences in the ten minutes or so before Cal came into the room. "Whatcha doin', boy?" Cal jeered as he started to undress. "Readin', what's it look like?" Rafael replied, his attention now distracted by the older boy, reluctant to continue sounding out the words. "Where you been, anyway? It's 'lights out' any minute." Cal smirked, "Talkin' to Mister Edwards.... 'bout you, boy." "Huh? What about me?" Rafael asked, putting the book down on the table between the two beds. His eyes travelled to Cal's body. The other boy already had stripped down to his underpants. He was dark, 'lots darker' than Rafael. His nearly black skin looked like black velvet. Cal flexed his muscles. He was eleven-and-a-half- years-old and already well into puberty. His pectoral muscles were well formed and his genitals bulged noticeably into his clothes. It was hard for Rafael to believe that a boy who was only a year- and-a-half older could have a bulge that big. There was even a trace of hair under Cal's arms and a small patch surrounding his penis but even more noticeable was the fact that his voice was already deepening. As Rafael looked at Cal he suddenly felt jealous though he did not understand why. "None of yo' 'fair, boy," Cal said as he began to put on his pajama pants. "Whatcha lookin' at?" Rafael shrugged, then said, "You sure have big muscles, Cal." The older boy smirked as he pulled the pants up to cover his groin. He jumped onto the foam mattress of the bed and bounced. "Turn out the lights, boy," he ordered. Rafael looked at him angrily. "You were already up, you could'a done it," he said as he slipped out of bed and padded over to the doorway. He flicked the switch then got back into his bed. He lay there silently, waiting for sleep to overtake him. There was a rustling sound coming from the bed next to him, the movement under the covers unseen but still audible. "Cal,... you still awake?" "Yeah! Whatcha want?" the other boy growled, breathing heavily. "Cal,... thanks for picking me tonight." "Yeah! Sure! You played good. Now shut up and go to sleep." Rafael closed his eyes, trying hard to fall asleep but still listening. The rustling sound continued, rising and falling, getting faster then slowing down. The other boy's breathing seemed to come in quick gasps. Rafael tried to shut it out by pushing his head hard into his pillow and covering his ears with his hands. The rustling sounds were interrupted as the other boy grunted, then began to groan. "Cal,... I can't sleep," Rafael whispered. He knew what the other boy was doing. "Shut the fuck up," Cal swore angrily. There was silence in the room for almost a minute then Rafael heard the unmistakable sounds of the covers pulled back and Cal coming over to his bed. He twisted around onto his back and looked up. Cal was standing by the side of his bed, his hand wrapped around his thick hard cock, sliding it up and down slowly. Cal's hips were moving at the same time, pumping his cock in a lewd sexual display. "Move over and lie on your belly, boy," Cal ordered. "Why?" Rafael asked, his fear rising as he understood Cal's order. Jerry's warning screamed through his mind. "'cause I'm putting this up yo' ass. That's why." "Cal,... I don't wanna, okay?" Rafael begged. A desire, previously unknown, dormant inside Rafael's mind burst free and rose up inside him. Somewhere deep inside the young boy something surrendered. He trembled as he felt Cal's knees on the side of the bed next to him. Then strong hands pushed at him and turned him over onto his side, then onto his back. He knew that he should fight but there was no fight left inside him. Rafael buried his face into his pillow as he felt the boy tugging his pajama pants and underpants downward, past his knees and all the way to his feet, then off. He felt the hands pushing his legs apart and Cal changing his position and kneeling between his outstretched legs. Rafael made one last halfhearted effort to save himself. "Cal,.... Please? I don't wanna do this. Please Cal?" he pleaded. He tried to scream out but the cry lodged in his throat and was strangled by his pillow as his head was pushed down hard. Rafael felt his buttocks being parted, strong hands gripping his small soft cheeks and splitting him open. He felt the hot breath of the other boy on his bottom and then a wetness as Cal drooled spit into the young boy's crevice. Rafael felt Cal's fingers rubbing into him and pushing at his little anus. He gasped with shock as a very strong finger penetrated the puckered lip. Cal dribbled more spit into the boy, smearing it deeper, pushing and grunting as he worked his forefinger. "No,... Cal,... Please?" Rafael implored as he felt Cal leaning forward over him. Then the older boy's breath was on his neck and shoulders and over his cheek as Rafael tried to submerge himself into the pillow. The hands moved back to his cheeks and parted them wide. Something big and very hot pushed between the boy's small soft cheeks and sought the boy's entry with expert precision. It found the small opening and began to squeeze. Rafael yelped as he felt the pressure increase, a sharp, uncomfortable sensation as Cal's engorged cock began to worm its way inside him. "Shut the fuck up, boy", Cal said angrily. "You gonna like this, boy," he added, pushing even harder, "Soon as I git 'im in ya. Just relax and push down like ya takin' a crap. Don't hurt half as bad then. If you fight it I'll tear ya guts out." Rafael took a deep breath, choking back his sobs, trying hard to do what Cal had told him. He squeezed down, then relaxed as the pressure eased. Then as Cal pushed again, he pushed with all of his might. It hurt like hell, but he could feel it sinking ever deeper into him. It felt even bigger than it looked. "It hurts,... real bad, Cal," he cried. Cal grunted and pushed even harder and Rafael wailed into his pillow. "Yo' ass is tight as a dog's," Cal grunted, "Fuckin' tight- assed boy." The older boy slammed down as hard as he could, intent only on taking possession of the young body. He was oblivious to Rafael's pain, unheeding of his pleas to stop. Inexorably, his cock pushed into the ten-year-old boy's body. It stretched the delicate tissue to the point of bursting. Cal stopped, getting his own breath while Rafael sobbed, now shaking in terror. "Stop ya blubbering," Cal said angrily. Then Cal began in earnest, mindless to the young boy's crying as he pounded into him. The pain grew and grew until the boy could no longer stand it and he sunk into a welcome insensibility, numbed to the white burning pain that tore into his guts. Cal's motions became faster and faster, going the full depth of his cock, nearly six inches of thick hard cock contained inside the shuddering little boy. When Cal climaxed he quaked and grunted as his semen was ejaculated. He stopped moving and dropped down, his sweaty body draped over the inert boy. "You sure liked it," he gasped, "I could tell. Always knew you was a faggot, Raffy." He pulled away and his softening cock jerked out of the boy's distended hole with a loud suck. 'You shitted on me, too," he said angrily, wiping the dark mess away from his cock on the boy's small buttocks, then using the sheet to get the last of it off. He moved to one side, then came to his feet, "Yeah, I could tell you liked it," he jeered as he went back to his own bed, his desire temporarily satisfied. Rafael could barely move. The pain was excruciating. It felt as though Cal was still stabbing into him. His pillow wet with his tears and it felt as if his bowel was on fire. Rafael tried to fight the truth of what Cal had said but it was impossible. He began to cry, not in anger or rage but in the terror of the knowledge that he now possessed. The young boy wanted only to sleep and to forget, to wake up and find that it had never happened. He turned onto his side and clenched his jaws as the pain worsened. Slowly he curled up into a ball. The pain in his belly came without warning, it was a cramp worse that he had ever had with diarrhea. His bowel opened and he exploded onto the bed. Torrents of steaming, foul smelling fluid and hard lumps gushed out of him as he convulsed in agony. As soon as it stopped the worst of the pain seemed to disappear. There was still a terrible ache inside his bottom but he could live with that. Rafael could hear Cal laughing. The smell filled the room and he could feel the wetness all over him, covering his legs and back. "You gotta hold it in, boy. You stinked up the whole room, wid yo' shit. You gotta squeeze it back till it stops, then git out to the can." Cal jeered. "I don't want yo' messin' here." Rafael staggered up out of bed. He stood half-naked, swaying and nearly falling as the foul mess dripped onto the floor and oozed down his legs. The little boy cried as he pulled the sheets from his bed, stripping off everything down to the plastic-covered mattress, then carrying them out into the bathroom. He didn't care if the other boys saw him stumbling half-naked down the corridor to the bathroom. It took forever to wash the sheets clean and wipe the spots off his blankets. He showered, cleansing himself carefully, shocked when he found traces of blood on his fingers as he washed his bottom. He dried off and pulled his pajama top on. He carried the sheets down into the basement before he went back to the bedroom. Cal was already asleep as Rafael lay down and pulled the wet blankets over him. Two long weeks would pass before the pain and shame left the young boy. Each time Rafael would cry, begging Cal to leave him alone until he came to accept the nightly ritual. As weeks turned into months and early summer arrived, a change came over Rafael. Slowly his body grew to accept the other boy until a hunger was awakened inside him and he waited for Cal to come across the floor and into his bed. ++++ Rafael lay half awake, half dreaming as his mind drifted aimlessly, his slumber coming and going as he passed from sleep to being awake and back to sleep again. The boy stirred and his foot stretched out into the coolness between the sheets in a distant corner of the bed. He felt the rawness still inside him. It was a familiar sore ache, an ever-present dull ache that persisted between his small cheeks and extended upward into him. It was an ache that was there every morning now. The boy closed his eyes and for a few minutes tried to block out the memory. But it was insistent and the harder he tried to forget, the stronger it became. Rafael had tried to hate it and deny what he felt, but each time he tried he had relented. In just the last few weeks his shameful need had become increasingly more demanding. Now he submitted to the other boy with a desperate hunger inside him. Sometimes the hunger overwhelmed him and several times other boys, usually two boys from the next room, had waited to take their turns with him. They took their pleasure one after the other until he was barely conscious of what was happening, when Rafael was too exhausted to move, to try, or even want to stop them. He didn't care anymore. At first he'd been angry and tried to fight Cal. For the first few weeks and after the pain of the first time, Rafael had struggled as hard as he could to resist, but not any longer. He knew he would never be able to resist again. Even from the first night, his times with Cal were unlike the games he'd played with Grant. He still remembered the curious explorations under the covers in the middle of the night, or early in the morning before the other boys were noisy. Those were times of mutual pleasuring, of discovery, of innocence, of friendship. It was very different with Cal. Suddenly Rafael was aware of the other boy beside him as the lean dark body bent down and pulled back the sheets. Rafael shifted to one side so that the boy could get in beside him. Rafael wore only the top half of his pajamas, the pants discarded somewhere in the bed. He knew it was Cal even though the room was still too dark to see his face. Rafael didn't care that Cal was black, most of the boys in Centerville were black. At least with Cal, there was friendship, or something that approached it. He liked Cal though not in the way he'd liked Grant. He felt Cal's hand clasp his small hard penis and the tips of the other boy's fingers squeezed into his little scrotum painfully. He winced, then reached out with his own hand. Cal was older than Rafael, nearly eighteen months older. He was bigger and stronger, and well into puberty. The other boy's penis was bigger, much bigger than Rafael's small appendage. It was a thick, long cock with a head that flared broadly. The tip was already slightly moist with pre-cum and it pulsed with the unbridled energy and strength of youth. Suddenly, in the pit of Rafael's stomach, the irresistible urge began to grow, quickly becoming a frightening insistent demand from deep inside his young body. Rafael wanted the other's boy's penis inside him more than he could stand and he twisted away so that his back was toward Cal. "You got stuff for my cock?" Cal demanded, "else I'm gonna fuck yo' ass dry boy." Rafael nodded and reached back under the bed to find the small jar of Vaseline secreted in the metal framework of the bed. In Baker House, Vaseline was the lubricant of choice though any number of other things sufficed at times. Rafael's precious jar of Vaseline was safely hidden by his mattress. There was a moment's pause while Cal pulled his pajamas down his thighs and pushed them down to his knees. He rubbed the greasy gel over his cock and settled down behind the younger boy. Automatically Rafael drew his knees upward and curled into the familiar fetal-position, He reached back to part his cheeks wide open with his fingers so that the other boy could do 'it' to him. Rafael felt the blunt tip of Cal's penis press into him. The hard roundness swelled into his crack, then as it located the soft looseness of the boy's opening, pushed forward, harder and harder as it demanded entry into him. Rafael felt the boy bear down. Cal used all of his strength and the pressure increased, suddenly becoming painful as the older boy's penis was driven forward relentlessly. "God'am you got a tight ass," Cal grunted as he forced inward. Then suddenly Rafael's body yielded, no longer able to resist and Cal's nearly six-inch cock slid into him, without respite until it could go no further. Rafael whimpered as the other boy filled him. Cal's every movement was transmitted directly into the very core of Rafael's own small body. They were joined inseparably as the black boy began to thrust rhythmically. Cal was oblivious to the smaller boy's gasping, his shudders and crying. He was intent only on his own satisfaction and wanted only to release his semen into the young boy lying before him. Rafael closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He buried his face in his pillow and fought against his desire for it. His sphincter had relaxed completely now and Cal pumped frantically against him, his thick engorged cock bursting for relief. Rafael began to tremble and his legs jerked with each thrust. Within seconds his body was straining in ecstasy and he writhed on the end of the other boy's penis, grinding his insides into the fabulous heat that grew inside him until he couldn't stand it. Rafael's own small thighs and hips began moving and working in unison to force Cal's cock harder and deeper into him. Rafael felt the other boy ejaculate. He felt the orgasm approach, the furious motion, the grunts getting louder, and then the sudden small hot pressure somewhere deep inside him as the cock spurted into him. The penis deep inside him continued to jerk spasmodically as Cal arched back, moaning as the orgasm passed through him. Cal's face contorted with delight and then he flopped back down on the bed as his erection began to fade. It was over and Rafael felt the intense loneliness return, the sadness and emptiness as Cal withdrew his slippery, sticky penis from inside him. It left a void within the younger boy. Rafael felt drained and he lay silently, still curled up as Cal wiped his cock clean on Rafael's pajama pants. Unlike the first few weeks, it left only yellowish smears of mucus and semen. The older boy got up and pulling his pajama pants back up. "You gotta be the best fuck here Raffy. You know, you should'a a bin a girl! Yo' asshole sure makes a great cunt," he taunted as he turned away. Cal went back to his own bed, grinning with satisfaction. Rafael lay on his bed alone but his desire still raged. Increasingly, his urge was unabated and his young body hungered for more. He silently prayed that someone else would come. But he knew it was already too late. They always came, if they came, at night after 'lights out'. Soon Mr. Edwards, the 'house father', would be coming around to get the boys out of bed. Frustrated and impotent in his anger, Rafael felt around in the bed for his pajama pants and pulled them on, oblivious to the sticky wetness on his legs and buttocks. For Rafael, that Thursday had started just like any other day. ++++ In the summer the boys at Centerville were supposed to do chores around the dorm or work in the garden before they engaged in a variety of sports activities. However, this week Mrs. Edwards had gone away for a holiday and it was a relatively simple process for the boys to convince Mr. Edwards that they would do their chores in the afternoon. So after breakfast the boys went out to play baseball. Rafael liked playing baseball but he wasn't that good at it, not like some of the other boys. He was an 'okay' pitcher but when it came time to hit there was no way he could keep up with the bigger boys. The problem that Thursday morning was that he couldn't find his mitt. The mitt was his Christmas present, the only present he had received at Christmas. It was one of the few things that he owned. The boy searched his room. He expected to find it in his locker where it always was, but it wasn't there. The search was made more difficult by the untidy mess that Cal made in the room. By the time he'd looked in all of the usual places the noise in the adjoining rooms from the other boys as they collected their things had faded. Rafael knew that they were headed outside to the playing fields and he would be lucky to be picked for one of the teams. Then it was silent. Rafael sat down on his unmade bed. He winced slightly as he felt the increased pressure on his buttocks. He was aware of the constant rawness inside him. It felt like it was somewhere near his belly, only deeper inside him. The bruised flesh was still tender though it really didn't bother him much anymore. It was something he had already gotten used to, something he had to put up with when he did 'it' with Cal. "Damn," Rafael swore aloud, "Its gotta be here somewhere." The boy half-closed his eyes and sucked on his bottom lip. He thought hard, trying to remember where he had seen the glove last. He'd had it yesterday, he had to have had it then, because he played 'catcher' in the late afternoon, right before dinner. The boy thought back, trying to retrace his steps, going through everything he could remember doing after he had left the playing field. He'd come back into the dorm through the rear door, with Cal and most of the other boys. They'd stopped in the kitchen for water to drink, instead Mr. Edwards had made them lemonade. Maybe he'd left the glove in the kitchen? Then both he and Cal had gone down into the basement to pick up the laundry basket. He'd had the mitt then,... because he'd put it on the ledge,... while they loaded the basket with clothes. Rafael grinned and stood up. He left the room and went out into the corridor. It was dead-quiet, a calm had settled over the building now that twenty four boys between the ages of nine and thirteen were outside. The silence seemed eery. It was hot in the corridor, the early summer's heat already too much for the small window air-conditioners to deal with effectively. It was only nine o'clock and it would get much hotter before the day was through. Summer had barely started. Rafael trotted down the stairs and took the last three with a leap. He ran down the hall and opened the door to the basement stairs. There was nothing to be scared of but he still didn't like the basement. It was cooler down there but most of the light bulbs had broken and it was 'kinda dark'. The boy switched on the light and looked down the stairs. It didn't seem to be any lighter, in fact the only light seemed to come from the small window in the side wall. He went down the stairs cautiously, almost ready to run back upstairs at the slightest reason. At the bottom of the stairs he looked around in the gloom. It was dark and he realized that the lights were all out. He waited for a few moments as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness. For some reason, Rafael sensed that he wasn't alone. It seemed as if someone else was there with him, though he knew that everyone else had gone outside. He didn't call out, instead he walked quietly across the basement floor, feeling his way cautiously in the general direction of where he thought the glove lay on the ledge. A ten-year-old boy weighing just sixty-nine pounds doesn't make much sound. When he reached the other side of the room he felt along the ledge. His fingers brushed against the smooth leather of his mitt and he picked it up. Rafael shivered slightly, his sense that someone else was in the basement suddenly intensifying. It was an irrational feeling, a kind of forbidding feeling and in that instant he knew he shouldn't be there. He looked around and tried to see into the darkness. Then, without warning a light was switched on and a stream of light seemed to pour out of Mr. Edwards' store room. It startled Rafael and he shivered again as his smooth soft skin turning to gooseflesh. And then he heard the first muffled sounds. He took a step, then another, coming ever closer to the open door of the store room. He stopped. Standing where he was, Rafael was still in darkness. Although he still couldn't see into the room he knew someone was there. Rafael took another step and his body tensed, the muscles in his slender legs poised to run and take flight. Now he could see inside the room. His heart jumped and a cry of shock almost burst from his mouth. Mr. Edwards was standing, half naked, his pants and underpants at his ankles. Cal was kneeling before him, still fully dressed. He leaned forward as he held Mr. Edwards' penis in his hands. It was a huge penis, long and thick and engorged. It stood straight out, perpendicular to the man's body. The man's balls seemed enormous, pink and so heavy that they seemed to swing like a pendulum. They slapped noisily against the man's legs. And there was hair, not the soft downy hair that most of the older boys in the dorm sported, but thick black hair. It was like wire as it curled and twisted, covering his groin and spreading out onto his thighs and up his belly. Cal was touching Mr. Edwards' penis. He was rubbing his hands along it and teasing it with his fingers. It was close to the boy's face, barely inches away. Rafael felt more afraid than he'd every been before. He tried to back away. His mind filled with the image of Cal earlier that morning lying behind him after they had done 'it', still too exhausted to move following his orgasm. He could feel Cal's fingers stroking his own small penis. His penis was tiny in comparison with Mr. Edwards'. Rafael knew he shouldn't be there. He knew that he shouldn't be watching. He knew that Cal and Mr. Edwards shouldn't be doing this. The boy didn't move. He was fascinated by the man's monstrous cock and by what Cal was doing. The man's rampart cock was as long as his forearm, about eight inches long, and at least as thick as his wrist. The young boy swallowed. He was unable to take his eyes away. Cal's tongue poked out and licked the swollen head. The man responded with a sigh, then his hands moved to the boy's head and his fingers dug into the short frizzy black hair behind Cal's ears, to pull the boy forward. Cal's mouth opened wide. There was a sinking sensation in Rafael's belly, a kind of inevitability about what Cal was doing. The thrill that Rafael felt that was unlike anything he had ever known. Rafael watched as Mr. Edwards' penis brushed against the other boy's lips, then went in. Cal's mouth stretched wide open as the huge cock moved forward. Rafael trembled. He'd done this before. At first with Grant as the two nine-year-old boys discovered each other's tastes and the delicious feelings that came from being warm and wet and enclosed in something so soft. Then with Cal. Only it was different with Cal. Cal was bigger, so much bigger that his cock filled Rafael's mouth until there was no room for his own tongue. And Cal did it to the end, until it hurt in the back of his throat. Cal did it back and forth until Rafael had to swallow the other boy's juice, until he could barely breathe and all he could taste was a strange saltiness in his mouth. Rafael watched as Cal did what Mr. Edwards wanted. The man stood with his legs apart and his eyes were barely open. He held Cal's head tightly, letting the boy do what he wanted for a minute and then taking over. Rafael watched as Mr. Edwards' hips began to move. He watched in awe as the huge cock went halfway into Cal's mouth, then pulled back out until only the head was still inside. He watched as Cal's fingers massaged the man's balls. He watched as Mr. Edwards moved, rhythmically, but with ever-increasing ferocity. The minutes seemed to rush by, to Rafael those minutes seemed like an eternity as every motion, every gasp, every groan, was indelibly imprinted in his brain. He watched as Mr. Edwards' hands tightened on Cal's head and his thighs bucked savagely, forcing his cock impossibly far into Cal's mouth. The boy gagged and tried to pull away, trying frantically to stand up, but unable to escape then forced back to his knees. Rafael watched as Mr. Edwards shuddered and groaned, his hands grasping Cal's head so that it was immobile. Instinctively Rafael knew what had happened. He knew that the man's sperm had spurted into Cal's mouth and that the boy was swallowing it the same way that he'd learned to swallow Cal's milky sperm. Then it seemed as if Cal couldn't take any more and he jerked away. The huge cock slid out of his mouth and the last spurts emptied over Cal's face. Rafael felt sick. His mind raced as feelings of shame, despair, dread, panic, were all overpowered by his excitement. He could not look away. Cal's hand reached up, smearing the man's white juice over his dark face and away from his mouth. A dribble from the corner ran down to his chin. The boy was smiling and then his tongue poked out, licking his lips, licking up Mr. Edwards' sperm. Mr. Edwards was breathing deeply. His penis was softening even as Rafael stared at it, still disbelieving despite the evidence before his eyes. The ten-year-old boy was transfixed. "You're good! Cal, you sure suck good kid," the man sighed. The boy looked up and grinned. "I sure gave you a mouthful huh? I've been saving that load for you, boy. Knowing how much you like it 'n all," he said. "No wonder you got such a big dick huh? Come on let me see you kiss my dick, then let's see your dick, Calvin". The boy smirked and leaned forward. His lips pursed as they touched the head of the man's cock, now wet and sticky with saliva and semen. "Yeah! Calvin, that's right boy, you kiss my dick," Mr. Edwards grunted. Slowly Cal raised up and stood before Mr. Edwards. The boy was grinning, his mouth open slightly as he breathed heavily. He was visibly excited. His hands dropped down to his waist and he unfastened his belt. He opened his zipper and pushed his cutoff jeans downward, past his knees and almost to the floor. His cock was rigid, just like it had been with Rafael earlier that morning. It was thick and long and flared at the head. It was a lot smaller than Mr. Edwards' penis but still a very big cock for a boy who wasn't even twelve years old. "Yeah! There's my little boyfriend," Mr. Edwards said as he reached out and easily enclosed the boy's penis in his hand. He smiled as he slowly rubbed his hand up and down the shaft, pumping the full smooth length of it. The taut black flesh seemed to shine with the fullness of the boy's erection. Cal moved closer and pressed his penis forward, bringing his small chest against the man's belly. "Yeah, you like that, don't ya, Calvin boy. You still sticking this up Raffy's ass like I told ya." Cal nodded and his small dark buttocks clenched as his thighs pressed forward. His narrow hips began to hump against the man's hand. "The kid like it any more?" Mr. Edwards asked. The boy stopped moving, "Yeah, he's likin' it more. He don't cry no more anyways." "You doin' it a lot like I asked?" "Yeah, like you said, okay? I bin pluggin' him a whole lot. H's ass is sure gettin' bigger. He ain't that tight no more." The boy smirked then added, "Yeah! Dumb little mother's likin' so much he don't even get his shit on me no more." The man chuckled, "You like screwin' his ass Cal, don't ya? Just the same as I like doing yours." The boy shrugged and pretended to be disinterested. "Maybe I should'a put the kid in with one of the older boys, maybe Tony or Denny?" The boy smirked, "He already bin fucked by them guys. They ain't no 'count." The man laughed. "You're jokin' me Cal. Raffy's had it with Tony and Denny? In his ass?" Cal nodded, "They hammered the crap outta him 'bout a week ago. Little Raffy just fuckin' loved it, man." Mr. Edwards grinned, "No shit, Cal? So little Raffy's turning into a real good fuck huh? You think he's ready for the major leagues yet?" "Huh?" "No more kid's stuff. You think he's ready to get it off with a man?" "Wid you," Cal asked. "Fuck no! That'd be a goddamed waste of his cute little ass. Not with his looks. That kid is a real doll. No Cal, if he's humpin' his ass the way you say, that kid's got a great future. See, I gotta plan for little Raffy. He's going to be my ticket out of this fuckin' asshole dump." The boy pulled away slightly, his eyes narrowing angrily, "Whatcha mean by that?" Mr. Edwards smirked. "You'll see Cal, you'll see, boy. I know someone who likes little boys, cute little boys,... just like our Raffy. If he humps his ass, the kid could go a long way, maybe even git outta this dump himself." The boy looked even more angry, "I can do whatever that little fucker can," he retorted. The man shrugged, "Yeah, but you ain't the kind he likes, Calvin. But you sure are my kind," he smirked and squeezed harder on the boy's erect penis. "Maybe I outta fuck your ass. How 'bout it Cal, you want my dick up there?" The boy glanced down. The man's penis was soft and it hung limply between his legs. "Not with that you ain't, man," he taunted. "You ain't putting that thing no where." Mr. Edwards chuckled, "So what is it this time Cal? Whatcha want now? You want more pot?" The boy looked up and met the man's eyes teasingly as he smiled, "You gonna take me to the baseball game, 'morrow night?" The man sighed, "Yeah, Yeah I'll take ya, but I want it in the car on the way home too." The boy nodded, the terms fixed, the bargain made. Cal pressed forward again and pushed his hips against the man's thigh. he began to rub his aroused cock back and forth as his hips gyrated. The man's genitals pressed into his belly as Rafael watched them moving back and forth. Cal's body was a stark contrast to Mr. Edwards; the boy's body was dark and lean compared to pink softness of the man. The fat of his belly was so pale that it appeared almost white. "Yeah," he sighed, "That feels good, Cal, don't it." The boy didn't stop moving and his small buttocks clenched with each forward motion as he pressed forward. He rubbed his aroused cock with increasing speed, quickly becoming more aggressive. Rafael tried to turn away, to disappear back into the darkness and find the light at the top of the stairs. he wanted to escape up to the safety that lay outside the basement. But he couldn't move, he couldn't take his eyes away from the man and boy before him. Finally he managed to back away a few feet so that he could not see into the room. The words he'd heard confused him. He knew that Cal and Mr. Edwards had been talking about him, about what he'd done with Cal in his bed at night. They had even talked about what he'd done the week before with the two other boys. They were silent witnesses as they'd waited for their own turns. He felt hot, incredibly hot and he trembled as he stood in the cool darkness of the basement. He was afraid of what he'd heard Cal say to Mr. Edwards. The man now knew what he'd been doing with other boys. And yet, despite his fear, there was an excitement that was stronger than he could stand. His own small penis had hardened until it was poking rudely out into his shorts. It was tight in his underpants. His hand moved until his fingers brushed against the small hard bulge and then slowly he began to fondle himself. The tips of his fingers pinched through the two layers of cloth and worked on the swollen little glans. His head was spinning as thoughts erupted in his mind. They were unconnected thoughts, thoughts about Mr. Edwards and the man's huge, hair-covered penis, and Cal and what the two boys did together at night in his bed. Then Mr. Edwards' words flashed through his brain, "You think he's ready for the major leagues yet?....No more kid's stuff.... You think he's ready to get it off with a man?... He likes cute little boys like our Raffy." Those words frightened him more than anything else. Shaking with a strange mixture of excitement and curiosity, full of apprehension, Rafael stepped forward and looked back into the store room. Mr. Edwards was squatting on the floor. His hands were under the workbench as he searched for something. He turned back with a key and held it up, smirking at Cal. The boy smiled back. He was shamelessly masturbating his rigid penis, moving his hand slowly and very deliberately. Mr. Edwards stood up, with his pants at his ankles, and waddled clumsily over to a closet. Rafael stifled a giggle. He watched spellbound as the man opened the lock, unfastened the hasp, and pulled the door towards him. He squatted again and pulled a drawer out at the bottom of the closet. His big pale buttocks faced towards Rafael and again the boy almost giggled. For a few moment he searched through the drawer and then he turned back to the boy. Mr. Edwards held up a pink 'stick' that was shaped not unlike his own penis, only smaller. Cal was still masturbating but he nodded. Although he'd never seen a dildo in his entire life, Rafael swallowed, knowing with absolute certainty what the pink thing was for. He watched as Mr. Edwards searched in the drawer again and retrieved a white tube. He squeezed the end of it and smeared something over the pink 'penis' until he was satisfied. Mr. Edwards dropped the white tube back into the drawer and came back towards Cal. The boy moved over towards the work bench and leaned forward so that his chest was on top. The boy's hips pressed into the edge. Mr. Edwards moved in closer so that he stood slightly to one side of the boy, obscuring most of Rafael's view. But Rafael knew what was happening. He knew from Cal's stance as his legs moved apart slightly and his hands came back to his buttocks and clasped his cheeks and spread them apart. Rafael knew from the other boy's gasp and the little cry of pain as the tip of the dildo was pressed into him. There was a yelp as it found Cal's anus and stopped. Then came the whimper, the little puppy-dog whimper that was almost crying. It was the same as Rafael made when Cal's penis pushed forward and sank into him, inch by inch filling his body and stretching him wide open, so wide that he was afraid he'd split open and his insides would come bursting out of his belly. "Stop a bit," Cal gasped, "Gawd! Shit that fuckin' hurts, man. I ain't no fudge-boy like Raffy." "Yeah! But you like it don't ya Calvin? It's big ain't it and I know you like it big. Yeah, that's right, squeeze your ass boy... Yeah, work on it. Now take some more," the man grunted, pushing forward again. Cal squealed as the cock lunged forward, sliding the rest of the way down into the boy's rectum until he was fully impaled on it. "Yeah, you got all of it now," Mr. Edwards said. He paused until Cal's trembling body quietened. "You ready kid?" The boy nodded. From where he stood Rafael could see Mr. Edwards' hand begin to move. Not far at first, maybe just an inch or two. He could see Cal's body trembling and jerking back as Mr. Edwards' hand pulled away. He heard the sobs building up in the other boy, not crying but gasping out the pain the same way that he did himself. Then after just a few more minutes Rafael could see Mr. Edwards hand moving further and using long slow strokes as he forced the dildo back and forth. Cal was moaning and his black legs were shaking uncontrollably. Sometimes his feet lifted right of the floor and his shorts and underpants finally dropped away from his ankles and fell onto the floor. Rafael stood silently. His entire thoughts were focused on what Mr. Edwards was doing. Time and time again he found himself wondering what it felt like. It didn't seem to be hurting Cal any more, in fact he knew almost exactly what Cal was feeling. Once it got loose enough inside the boy knew that it was impossible not to like the feelings that came. "Gonna cum,... any second,...," Cal suddenly breathed out as his body shuddered violently, trying to push back on the dildo, then trying to pull away from the torture. "The fuck you are. I ain't done with you, Calvin," Mr. Edwards said angrily. He pulled the dildo free of the boy's body. It came out with a wet, muddy sound and Calvin grunted. He twisted the boy around off the workbench and grasped the boy by the hips as Calvin started to collapse, his legs unable to support his own weight. The boy's hands stayed at his buttocks, still pulling them wide open as he tilted forward at the waist like a rag doll that couldn't stand up by itself. They were turned side on to Rafael and he watched. Rafael knew what was happening as he saw Mr. Edwards' hips pushing forward then pulling Cal back towards him at the same time as he strained against the boy. Rafael heard the long frightened squeal from the other boy. He knew what caused it but he didn't believe. Mr. Edwards' penis was too big, way too big to go in there. The man stopped until the boy was able to recover his breath. Then he came forward again. Again Cal squealed, not as loudly, more like a cry of terror that was cut off short. "It's in," Mr. Edwards gasped, his body relaxing quickly. "Shit! It hurts," the boy cried. "Yeah Calvin, but you like it don't ya, boy. You like it in ya just like little Raffy does," the man teased. He pushed forward again, relentlessly. He was oblivious to the boy's cries of pain and his pleading for the man to stop. And then the worst was over, his cock broke through the resistance of the boy's sphincter and Cal's cries faded. Rafael watched, still unable to believe his own eyes, now shaking his head in doubt. He watched as Mr. Edwards began to move faster. He plunged back and forth against the writhing gasping boy, pumping the half-naked boy on his cock by jerking back on his hips. Unlike Cal, who only did it for a few minutes before it was over, Mr. Edwards seemed to go on and on forever, endlessly thrusting his huge penis into the boy until he was barely conscious. And then, like before, Mr. Edwards strained forward, then arched back> He lifted Cal's legs off the floor and his face contorted in the sudden expiration of his pleasure. After a few seconds he let the boy go and Cal slipped downward, falling away from the man. The still erect cock slid like a snake out of his hole as the boy collapsed onto the floor. But the man's huge cock was red, the color of blood, and there was red streaks on the insides of Cal's thighs. Suddenly panicked, Rafael backed away, and felt his way back to the stairs. As quietly as he could he went up, up to the light and the heat of the day outside. The memory stayed with him. All through the baseball game he was constantly diverted. All through the rest of the day Rafael kept looking for Cal and Mr. Edwards, not seeing either of them until it was almost time for dinner. That night, the first night for many weeks, Cal didn't get into Rafael's bed as soon as the lights went out and the younger boy lay there in the darkness, unhappy and lonely in the silence the two boys shared. +++++ The next morning Cal seemed to have recovered and as the first rays of light came through the window, the older boy padded across the floor and slid into Rafael's bed. The two boys had sex, but it was much more gentle than the previous morning. For once Rafael almost liked Cal as he enjoyed the smooth slippery cock moving back and forth inside him. This time it was not too fast or too hard. It was almost as if Cal wanted him to enjoy it. Then after just a few minutes Cal began to move a little faster. He jerked as his cock spurted, quaking as his brief orgasm passed. Afterwards the two boys lay together, still joined. The sheets were thrown off the bed and their bodies naked from the waist down. They were both safe, warm, and content, secure in the bliss that followed. They were startled as Mr. Edwards rapped on the door and called out for the boys to get up. Cal leaped out of the bed, just as the door opened and Mr. Edwards looked in. Rafael saw the man's smirk as he noticed the two half-naked boys, "Hands off cocks and on with your socks, boys. Come on lets go," he laughed as he pulled the door closed again. Rafael blushed but Cal merely smiled at the younger boy and raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Edwards,...he saw us," Rafael blurted out. "So, he seen our dicks, so what. He's seen lotsa 'em. It ain't nuthin'," Cal smirked. "Yo dick ain't so big you gotta worry 'bout him anyways." "But,.. but he saw us. He did! He knew what we was doing Cal! He must have seen us," Rafael said nervously. Cal shrugged, "So, every kid here does it," he said as he picked up his underpants. "It ain't nuthin' to him." Rafael looked at Cal uncertainly. They dressed in silence and hurried down to breakfast. +++++ Shortly after the boys finished breakfast Mr. Edwards called Rafael into his office. He sat in his seat behind his desk, his legs out straight, crossed at mid-calf. He tapped a pencil on the desk. He gestured to the boy to sit down and then began to swivel back and forth in his chair. After a minute of deadly silence he looked up at the frightened boy. "Well Rafael? What did I see this morning, huh?" The boy looked down at his feet in shame, "Well? Answer me Rafael!" The boy shook his head feeling the fear and guilt building inside him. He shivered slightly, but enough to be noticed. The man went on tapping his pencil on the desk. "You aren't scared are you?" The boy shook his head slightly. "You aren't very happy here are you Rafael?" The boy looked down and breathed out, "It's,... it's okay I guess. I like it okay." Mr. Edwards looked at the small brown-skinned boy in front of him. "You miss Grant don't you? Yes, yes I'm sure you do. I know you and Grant were close friends. Now Calvin is your friend isn't he?" Rafael nodded. "I saw Calvin getting out of your bed this morning, didn't I?" he asked. The boy nodded slowly, biting on his bottom lip self consciously. "And what was Calvin doing in your bed?" Rafael swallowed and tried to control his rising panic. The man reached down and opened the drawer in his desk. He pulled out Rafael's half-finished jar of Vaseline. "And what do you use this for Rafael?" the man demanded. "It was under your bed when I looked during breakfast. This morning it was next to your bed on the floor." The boy tried to look away, "Look at me Rafael. Yes boy, that's right, look at me. I know what boys use this stuff for. I'm not stupid. So you like having Calvin's dick in your ass? Well isn't that nice. You like having a big black cock stuck up your butt huh? Tell me the truth, do you?" The boy shifted uncomfortably as he remembered vividly what he'd observed in the storeroom the previous day. He tried to imagine that he wasn't sitting in the room, that he was somewhere else, miles away. He tried to imagine that he had a real family that cared for him. He tried to shake his head and he wanted to deny everything. All he could manage was to swallow as his breathing almost ceased. He wanted to die. "Damn you, you liked it. You do don't you?" Mr. Edwards persisted. From deep inside the boy a cry welled up, when it came out it was barely more than a whimper, "Y...yyessss sssirr," Rafael stammered as tears formed in his eyes and then ran his cheeks. Mr. Edwards smiled. "Good boy," he said gently, "...there's no need to cry you know. Sometimes boys are ashamed of doing that with another boy. You shouldn't be. I understand. Boys get lonely here, they need friends, and friends share things, don't they Rafael?" The boy nodded hesitantly. "Even their bodies, Rafael. I'm not angry Rafael, not at you. I'm sad. You're a handsome boy, a very special boy, it's such a waste for you to be friends with Calvin." Rafael looked up, "Huh?" Mr. Edwards smiled at the boy, "The things you do with Calvin make you special, Rafael. If you did the same things with the right person, you might be able to leave here and go and live somewhere else. Do you understand what I'm talking about?" The boy shook his head, trying to understand, realizing that some of what Mr. Edwards was saying was related to what he had heard in the basement the previous day. Mr. Edwards resumed tapping his pencil, then he sighed. "Listen boy, there are some men that like boys. They like young boys like you. There is one man in particular that I know. He would like to do the same things with you that Calvin does. Do you understand? If you did those things with him, instead of with Calvin,... well that man would be able to help you a great deal. This man would give you things, anything you wanted, within reason of course. Maybe if you were very good and did what he wanted, well maybe,... just maybe, a way could be found for you to live with him. He'd be like a father to you." Rafael breathed deeply, "I'd have to do that with him? What Cal and I do, sir?" The man nodded, "Yes. Yes you would Rafael. You would have sex with him. He would want to put his cock inside you, just like Calvin does. That's why the man would like you. At first you'd just be his special friend, then if he likes you a lot,... well maybe then he'd think about adopting you." "He'd adopt me?" Rafael asked uncertainly. "Perhaps. If you did everything he wanted and he liked you." "This man, Mr. Edwards,... would he hurt me?" the boy asked nervously. "No more than Calvin does now, Rafael. And it doesn't hurt that much any more does it boy? I know you like doing those things with Cal. It's hard not to like them when you're young." The man looked out the window for a moment, then turned back to the boy, "This man is very rich, Rafael. If you do what he wants he could make you a very happy boy indeed. If you wanted to go to DisneyWorld I'm sure he'd be happy to take you.... Baseball games, anything you wanted." The boy nodded uncertainly and he remembered again what he'd seen in the store room. There had been an intense excitement that he had felt as he watched the man sitting in front of him. He had been unable to think of anything else since then. "Could I think about it, sir?" he asked awkwardly. Mr. Edwards smiled, "Of course you can. I want you to think about it Rafael. It's maybe the most important decision of your life you know." The boy nodded. "Now off you go and play baseball Rafael. Only one more thing, I don't want you to tell anyone else about this, not Calvin, not anyone, okay?" The boy nodded as he stood up, "Okay." he said, "Mr Edwards, sir,... what is he like? Is he nice?" The man smiled, "Yes Rafael, he's very nice. You've even met him before a few times I think. I know you'll like him very much as you get to know him better. And remember, not a word about this to anyone else, promise." "Yeah! I promise," Rafael said as he backed out of the room. +++++ All that morning the boys played baseball, then after lunch they went swimming down in the water-hole near the barn. After the boys came back from swimming Cal got dressed in his one set of 'good' clothes. He didn't explain to the other boys why he got to go to the baseball game in Miami. Cal just said that Mr. Edwards had asked him to go and he had it coming. Rafael watched his room mate leave in Mr. Edwards' Toyota. Cal sat in the front seat next to the man he had done 'it' with, enjoying his reward. Cal and Mr. Edwards wouldn't get back to the dorm until late and that night the counsellor from Davis house came over to watch the boys until lights out. It should have been a quiet evening without Cal. But Rafael was restless as he remembered what Cal had done the day before with Mr. Edwards. He knew what Cal had done to him that very morning and the ten-year-old boy knew what he wanted to do even as he undressed for bed. Finally it was time for 'lights out'. Rafael lay half awake with his eyes closed as he listened to the silence that filled the room now that Cal had gone. Rafael was naked. He was stretched out on the white sheets with his pajamas lying on the bed next to him. He had tried to sleep and had even dozed off for a few moments at a time. But now he was wide awake. He tried to masturbate. He had clutched his little penis tightly between two of his fingers and thumb and jerked relentlessly on his penis until the delicate skin was tender. It was past midnight. On any other night, by now Cal would have come to his bed, done 'it' to him, and been back in his own bed. Rafael missed Cal. He breathed deeply as he remembered what he had seen the day before. Absently he licked his lips and his little anus tightened instinctively. He smiled slightly as his hand casually stroked the short rigid cock. It protruded abruptly from his groin and pointed upward, still proudly erect, slightly sore and unsatisfied. Rafael glanced downward. His slender brown boy's body was still hairless. It was soft and smooth with the firm indentations of lithe young muscles. His small navel was marked by a little fold of brown flesh. There was a shallow depression that led down to his hairless pubis, prominent and pale at the end of his tapering belly. He looked up at the picture on the door, a movie poster that was in the room when he'd first arrived. He fantasized; pretending that he was in love with a man who loved him back. In the darkness the picture seemed to be all that remained of Cal's presence in the room. His attention focused on the man's crotch, the bulge that had seemed so mysterious before. He knew what was there now. Rafael knew how big a man's penis was, how much bigger than his own immature genitals. he knew that when the power was unleashed a boy's body nothing more than the receptacle for the man's strength and ultimately for his seed. Momentarily Rafael wondered how it could possibly fit inside him. The morning before he had watched Cal and Mr. Edwards from the doorway, unseen in the shadow. He was a silent witness as Cal had submitted. Mr. Edwards' cock was huge, easily as big as his own forearm, and he'd watched it go inside Cal. He had been entranced by its consuming power as it forced its way inside the boy's body. He had watched in disbelief until Cal was shaking like jelly. He could still remember how Cal's legs were splayed out and his body had been supported by Mr. Edwards as he held the boy tightly by the hips. He had watched Cal gasping and sobbing for mercy, then begging for it deeper, harder and even faster. Rafael swallowed, knowing the pain that Cal had given him there. Deep inside his own body, the fire once ignited, had burned with shameful desire and increased in intensity with every night that he yielded to Cal. Each night only added to his own unsatisfied hunger. At first it had hurt, the raw burning ache of bruised, torn flesh barely contained. But it had faded, or he'd grown used to it until his young body could sense the pleasurable possibilities. Even if he had wanted to, he was unable to resist. Now it was too late for Rafael to stop. He breathed out as he wondered what it would be like to do 'it' with a man like Mr. Edwards. He felt very different now that Rafael knew how much bigger a man's penis was than Cal's, now that he knew what the other boy, any young boy lacked. Continually Rafael's mind wandered, but always he ended up wondering if a man's penis could fit inside him. He tried to imagine the man's huge cock deep in his belly. He wondered who the man was that Mr. Edwards had talked about. It was someone he knew, someone who was rich, but he didn't know any rich people. The boy sighed and tried to close his mind and empty it of the thoughts that came quickly. The thoughts were unbidden but they demand his complete attention. He squeezed down on his sphincter and tried to pretend that Mr. Edwards' cock was inside him. He tried to imagine a man whose name he didn't know. Finally, knowing what he had to do, Rafael stood up and pulled his pajama pants on no longer able to control the frightening excitement that he felt. He left his bedroom and padded silently down the empty corridor. He went past the sleeping boys in the adjoining rooms and down the stairs to the first floor, then down to the basement. His heart was pounding as he opened the door to Mr. Edwards' storage room and stepped inside. Rafael knew that he was safe. Mr. Edwards and Cal still had not returned and probably wouldn't for at least another hour. He opened the drawer in the closet and pushed things aside. There were lots of magazines in the drawer. There were magazines with dog-eared corners and covers that were spotted with stainrs, covers with pictures of naked boys. They were boys that were still hairless like himself, or that had small patches of light brown fur around their very erect penises. He opened one magazine and turned the pages in disbelief. The first photograph was of a good looking blond boy with pale untanned skin who was masturbating his short wedge-shaped cock. In the next few photographs he was joined by another boy, an older boy with reddish hair and freckles. The photographs captured the boys kissing and rubbing their cocks and then sucking each other. Rafael kept turning the pages. He finally stopped at a picture of the two boys on a bed. The blond boy was lying on his back with his feet back at his shoulders and his buttocks were lifted up on pillows. The redheaded boy was kneeling behind him with his cock inside the younger boy's bottom. Rafael shivered. His penis was rigid and it ached with excitement. He reached down and began to squueze the end of his penis as he turned the next page. The close-up of the boys' genitals filled the entire page. The younger boy's cock was limp and hanging loosely downwards while the other boy's cock was fully erect and partially inserted into the small dark anus. White gooey cream oozed out and had started to trickle down the younger boy's wrinkled-up ball-sac. Rafael swallowed as he suddenly realized that this was how he looked with Cal. He pushed the magazine back into the drawer and continued searching until he found the rubber dildo at the very rear. The shaft was so thick that his fingers couldn't meet as he enclosed it, and he thought that it was still smaller than Mr. Edwards cock. The boy breathed deeply as he tried to imagine how it would feel. He couldn't help but wonder if it was even remotely possible. Then he grinned as he compared it to his own small immature cock. Two-and-a-half inches long, just about the size of his thumb. He knew that his penis was that big because he'd compared the two, because he sucked on his thumb sometimes in bed, pretending that it was his own penis. But other than the fact that this thick rubber dildo was a pretend penis, there was no similarity. His little penis was warm and smooth. His little thin shaft was delicate and very sensitive. His penis ended in a puckered little point. His penis began with a little rounded knob underneath. The dildo was cool and shiny and the entire length marked with grooves. There was no puckered tip, just a blunt point that meant business. It was lifeless but it was big and always hard. Rafael picked up the half-finished tube of KY that he'd found in the drawer. He flipped back the plastic cap and squeezed some out. It glistened, even in the faint light that came through the door. Then he began to smear it over the length of the dildo, covering it liberally with the crystal-clear gel until it glistened the same Mr. Edwards penis had. Silently Rafael walked back to his room, climbing the stairs quietly. He held the rubber shaft down so that it was hidden against his leg. Once inside his own room he closed the door and placed the dildo next to his bed on the floor. He pulled his pajama pants off and dropped them on the floor, then his top. The boy was naked again. He glanced down at his lean body. Some boys in the dorm already had hair there. Some boys, like Cal, were jerking off regularly and producing sperm in ever-increasing quantities. A few boys swore that they had even 'fucked girls' but all of the boys were sexually active with each other. Rafael was no different. He had played 'sex games' with Grant, then with Jerry and Cal, finally with other boys looking on. It was something that all of the boys in the dorm did. It was something to take away the loneliness and relieve the endless boredom. He grinned as he caressed the slippery shaft of the dildo, thinking to himself that he didn't care much for girls anyway. At ten-years-old the idea of 'sticking his cock up a pussy' was both remote and unattractive to him. Although he had yet to realize it, already he was 'gay'. His mind flashed back to the image of Cal and Mr. Edwards standing behind him. He recalled their naked bodies moving in a savage, passionate writhing ritual. "Fuck you Cal," Rafael whispered angrily, jealously. The ten-year-old boy sat down on his bed and picked up the dildo. He balanced it in his fingers, mesmerized by its size. He swallowed and then lay down on his side, drawing his knees up to his chest as he curled up. The boy placed the tip of the dildo in his crack and felt for the location of his opening, then pushed it forward. Immediately it seemed to fill the boy as it forced his small cheeks apart. The blunt tip ground hard against his small-boy's orifice, unable to enter. Rafael pushed harder and harder until he shook with pain and frustration. His teeth were clenched and he silently pleaded for it to go inside, willing his body to relax and yield to it. Luckily for Rafael the tip was slightly pointed. Nature provides for the curious explorations of young boys, even prepubescent boys, engaging in the first expressions of their emerging sexual desires. In time Rafael's little sphincter gradually weakened, loosening just enough so that the first inch of it was able to squeeze inside him. But such discoveries are not facilitated by a young boy's body. Rafael found the pain unbearable and he had to force his head into his pillow to muffle his cries of pain as tightening spasms fought against its entry. What had looked so easy for Cal and Mr. Edwards hurt like 'hell'. Rafael wanted to take it out but the hunger was raging inside his belly. It seemed to stay just ahead of the thick glistening dildo, luring it further inward despite the pain. The boy paused for a moment as he tried to control his body's resistance and the pain that bellowed out for relief. His mind was unfocused and in turmoil, then suddenly it returned with absolute clarity to wonder what it would feel like with a man. Would he be gentle, understanding the boy's difficulty, sharing his pain, loving him as they shared their love. Rafael didn't know but he knew now that it would hurt. He breathed deeply, finding the strength to go on and finish what he had begun. He glanced down. His little cock had shrivelled and retracted into him so that something less than an inch could be seen and a good part of that was the puckered tip of his foreskin. His balls had tightened too, they were barely visible, barely evidence of his gender. Rafael smirked despite the pain. He was barely male like this and he remembered Cal's taunting voice only two mornings ago. Maybe he should have been a girl he wondered? Rafael pushed harder and harder, using all of his strength to force the dildo in. Slowly it squeezed past his taut sphincter. Then suddenly the boy was glad that he had paused for a while. Rafael realized that his body was not fighting it as much as it had at first. It seemed looser now and the searing pain had gone and his tightening spasms came less frequently. In that instant, in the dead of night, Rafael realized the potential of his body to accept a man's cock. It was a perversion of nature's intention perhaps, but for Rafael it was a discovery that was essential for his emerging desire. That first time took forever, but there was no hurry. Each fraction of an inch that pushed its painway inside the boy was a record of achievement that he knew could be repeated again and again, just as he had with Cal. The rubber cock filled him completely. Impaled on its thick unyielding shaft, he dared not move much. His little rectum was stretched wide open and seemed impossibly large. His hands trembled nervously, shaking on the end of the dildo so much that it hurt eveb when he wasn't pushing forward. Gradually his sphincter dilated and expanded to its limit, sufficient to allow the dildo to move enough to do what the boy wanted. His eyes were closed and his face was buried in the pillow. Afraid he would scream, Rafael clenched his teeth together and moved it back and forth as far and as fast as he dared go. In only a few seconds he thought he would explode. The bursting feeling deep in his belly was incredibly painful and he stopped. "Shit!", he moaned in despair. Even as he stopped he realized that within the terrible pain had been the most incredible joy. There had been an exquisite pleasure that he'd only glimpsed before with Cal. He was hot, so hot that his naked body was burning all over. There were beads of sweat on his brow and chest as he shuddered uncontrollably. It hurt inside him, deep in his belly, but he didn't care. Rafael wanted only for the pleasure to return again. Then without warning it was back and he shrieked in ecstasy as he pumped the rubber cock furiously, driving it hard into the tiny, immature prostate deep inside him. The boy didn't understand why it felt better, so much better in that once place than anywhere else, but he needed it there and he kept it there. He did it for as long as he could stand and then some. He stifled his cries in his pillow, barely able to breathe but unable to stop. Almost clear urine dribbled from the uncircumcised tip of his penis onto the sheets and left a dark circular patch but Rafael was oblivious to all. He moaned in desperation and desire, whimpering and crying in pleasure, writhing uncontrollably and shamelessly naked on the bed. Prepubescent boys don't ejaculate. Their orgasms pass quickly and sometimes painfully, but always without the relief that accompanies the loss of semen. They are cheated, or perhaps rewarded by their inability to reach the culmination of their desires. And so Rafael went on and on, his frenzy rising and falling. His desire was a demanding hunger and it continued unabated as his rectal juice oozed out of his body like golden juice from ripe fruit. It filled the room with a sweet yeasty smell from deep inside him and soaked his small fingers with its slippery slime, even dribbling down his buttock to satin the pure-white sheets. When he glanced down after one long endless painful- pleasure he saw a tiny clear droplet at the very tip of his shrivelled penis. Then as it fell away, it hung momentarily from a silvery thread. Finally, too exhausted to continue, Rafael collapsed onto the bed. He was shaking. His eyes were closed tightly, seeking relief in the darkness. He knew now what his answer was going to be with Mr. Edwards. He knew he would do anything to get out of Centerville. end chapter 2. --