From: an27868@anon.penet.fi
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Date: Tue,  7 Sep 1993 19:12:34 UTC
Subject: PLAYING IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES (man/boy)

WARNING:

	This story will contain descriptions of a variety of sexual
acts between men and MINOR boys. Violence and inter-racial relation-
ships occur in the first few chapters. The story is NOT intended 
to be racist but is a 'realistic' portrayal of the life of a young 
Puerto Rican boy as he grows up and discovers that his 'preferred 
partners' are of his own sex.

If this subject offends you, or you are under 18, do not read 
further! You have been warned!

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FACT OR FICTION:

	The story is entirely fiction. It did not happen although
there is some probability that a story like this has happened in the 
past. Any resemblance to individuals, alive or dead, is unfortunate!

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FINAL WARNING:

	If you're under 18, or man-boy relationships aren't your 
thing then exit now!


PLAYING IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES
Chapter 11. Kisses Taken From Pure Lips

"Yeah!" I said.

The boy smiled happily. "I thought you did but I wasn't sure 
until today when we were playing Indians."

I looked at Rafael curiously and his smile widened. "When you 
cut my finger with your penknife...." He rubbed his fingers 
together, feeling the soreness that lingered from the little cut. 
"You cried when I started to bleed."

I was startled, surprised that Rafael had noticed because I 
had turned away as soon as the tears formed in my eyes. "I was sorry 
I hurt you, Raf. I never want to hurt you again," I whispered.

The boy shrugged. "It didn't hurt that much. Hell, it's really 
only a scratch and now we're blood-brothers." He grinned cheekily. 
"Besides you're gonna have to hurt me again sooner or later, aren't 
you?"

"Huh? Why do you say that?" I asked.

The boy smiled. "`Cause silly! When you put him in me it'll 
hurt. That's just the way it is till I get used to having him inside 
me."

"Does it hurt a lot?" I asked.

Rafael smirked teasingly. "Don't you know?" I shook my head. 
In a way it was embarrassing, in another way I was grateful. Rafael 
looked at me curiously. "You really don't know, do you? You haven't 
done it with a boy before! That's wild! I thought you had a lot of 
boys before me."

I shook my head. "You're the first boy who's ever been naked 
in bed with me." My young lover grinned. "In fact for that matter, 
Raf, you're the first boy I've even seen naked since I was a boy 
myself."

Rafael giggled. "You mean I've gotta teach YOU?"

I laughed with him. "Yeah! I guess so."

I reached up and placed my hand behind his thin neck. I slowly 
pulled his head downwards so that it was on the pillow next to mine. 
I left my hand there, gently fondling his curly silky hair at the 
back of his neck. "Does it hurt a lot?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah! It's real bad at first. I used to bleed some but it 
stops as soon as he's out." Rafael shrugged. "I don't mind with 
you. I want you to do it to me `cause we love each other but I used 
to hate it with Cal when he first started. He didn't even care if 
he hurt me."

"Raf, I'm not sure I could hurt you like that. Maybe we should 
wait until you're older."

"You better not," Rafael grinned. "Besides it only hurts bad 
until you get me used to it. Then it feels okay. If we do it a lot 
it starts feeling good because it's not as tight back there."

"Oh," I said. I had dreamed for days about being Rafael's 
lover but the possibility that putting my penis inside his body 
would hurt him had never entered my mind. I smiled as my hand 
drifted around from behind his ears, following the contour of his 
jaw down to his chin. Unlike my face, there was no beard, no 
roughness, just smooth soft skin. My fingers followed the little 
cleft in his chin upward until I touched his lips again. Rafael's 
tongue came forward and brushed against my fingers. It was like 
warm, soft velvet. I rubbed the wetness from his saliva over his 
lips, wetting them and making them moist. The boy's lips quivered, 
pursed and pressed forward as he kissed them.

We looked at each other eyes, trying to see within and catch 
some glimmer of the person inside. My heart rate accelerated 
quickly and tried to match Rafael's smaller, faster heart. A little 
nervous tremble went through the boy. In the darkness I saw him 
swallow. Then, as I brought my fingers back to my own lips I saw 
his little tongue poke forward again and lick his lips. I had wanted 
to kiss the boy for four long days but always I had managed to 
resist the temptation and satisfied my desire with a quick kiss on 
his head. I wanted Rafael to want me as much as I wanted him. My 
endurance was not limitless and I moved my head a fraction of an 
inch towards his head, then closer still until all I could see were 
his eyes and forehead.

His sweet warm breath passed over my cheek then our noses 
touched gently. I turned my head slightly to one side, nuzzling his 
little upturned nose out of the way. Rafael sighed and again I felt 
the little tremble of excitement as he quivered with anticipation. 
My lips barely touched his delicate lips before I pulled away. I 
could feel the boy's faster breathing and I sensed the tension in 
his slender body. Rafael sighed again as my head moved back closer 
to his. This time I was prepared for the sweetness of his mouth and 
the moist softness of his lips. I kissed him again, nibbling on his 
lips until he overcame his initial aversion to being touched so 
intimately. But he was not unwilling and inevitably his renitence 
was outweighed by the desire that formed within him. He shivered 
slightly and kissed me back tentatively, then deciding he liked it, 
brought his lips back to mine.

That kiss was endless. It was wet and hungry and delicious. I 
led the boy step by step. He was docile, almost frightened, and yet 
he was enthusiastic as he followed my lead and cautiously 
introduced his little soft tongue into my mouth. He was 
spontaneous, taking on the leadership of his own volition as I 
paused to catch my breath, pushing his tongue far into my mouth and 
sucking back on my own. He was obstinate and demanding when I tried 
to break away. I persevered, coming back at him again and again 
until our lips were sore. Finally we broke apart by mutual 
agreement and lay together locked in each other's arms as we panted 
like two dogs. Our wet faces were just inches apart, saliva 
dribbled from our mouths and our tongues tingled. We started 
giggling and it was impossible to stop. We could find no words that 
described the feelings we had. There was just an immense and 
overwhelming happiness at being together on the bed. We were warm 
and naked and happy at last.

As our giggles finally quieted we held each other tightly, 
afraid to let go and break the bonds that had formed between us. 
Rafael was strangely shy. He was awed and bewildered by the newness 
of being in love and he looked at me incredulously. At first he had 
simply acquiesced to the kiss, his youth and inexperience making 
him reluctant, but then he had realized that he wanted to kiss me 
back. He smiled, his eyes blinking rapidly as he sought the words 
that still evaded him. "I,... I've never kissed anyone before," he 
whispered. "Not even my mom, `least I can't remember if I did." He 
gazed into my eyes. "I never knew I could feel like this, kind of 
all shaky inside.... That's because we love each other, isn't it?" 
he asked quietly.

I nodded and brushed his hair back. "Uh huh! Raf, I like being 
in love with you," I said honestly.

"Same here." The boy grinned. "Boy, if anyone found out at 
Centerville, I'd be in deep shit." He half-closed his eyes and 
sighed happily. "Hmmmmm.... You what's weird? It was okay for guys 
to mess around and have sex,... you know, even back there,... but 
you couldn't like doing it, and you certainly couldn't like each 
other."

"I think that's the way most boys are, Raf. They don't 
understand their feelings and they don't love each other, so it's 
kind of a quick fix. You feel good afterwards but you don't have 
to care about each other."

"I cared about Grant," Rafael said quietly.

"But you see, Raf, you're the exception. That's why you're 
here with me now."

The boy looked at me uncertainly. "It's different with 
you,..." he said quietly.

I wanted to explain to Rafael what love was and why it happens 
and why he felt the way he did but it was too soon. In a few more 
years he would understand, but not now, not tonight.

"You want me to do him?" Rafael smirked as his small hot hand 
touched my penis. It was still erect, though not as hard as it had 
been earlier and it stiffened slightly as Rafael's little fingers 
fluttered up and down. His feathery touch was impossibly light. 
"He's all wet on top," the boy giggled. "Are you sure he didn't do 
it already?"

I laughed and reached down and squeezed his hand against the 
shaft of my penis so that he could no longer move it. "He didn't 
but he will if you keep doing that. Just hold him for tonight. In 
the morning when we're both awake, okay?"

Rafael nodded. "Can I sleep here in your bed tonight?" he 
asked.

I grinned at the boy in the darkness. "You can sleep here 
whenever you want, kiddo."

Rafael smiled. "Whenever I want? What if I want to sleep here 
with you from now on?"

"I'd like you to, but it's up to you." 

Rafael's smile widened into a happy grin. He nodded eagerly, 
no longer the bashful boy "You wanna kiss some more?" he whispered. 
I leaned forward and brought my lips back to his. We kissed again. 
Slowly at first and then as the excitement returned our kissing 
became more aggressive, harder, longer and wetter than before. The 
boy contented himself by holding my penis, occasionally rubbing his 
fingers over the glans and playfully smearing the slippery juice 
that oozed out from the slit. But his lips, and tongue, and mouth 
were never content. Our kissing became more urgent until we were 
oblivious to anything but the person before us. He sucked my tongue 
down into his mouth, held it with his teeth and battled it with his 
tongue. He pushed his tongue all the way into my mouth and flicked 
and darted it, probing everywhere. Our saliva mixed and flowed 
together.

When we finally fell apart it was because we were exhausted. 
It was late, and while I did not look at the clock, I guessed an 
hour or more had passed since Rafael had padded across the floor 
and gotten into bed beside me. I knew, with absolute and complete 
certainty, that he would never sleep by himself again while he 
lived with me.

			++++

I awoke at the same instant as Rafael. We both had slept 
soundly and it was our mutual stirring that woke us up. We were 
still lying side by side and miraculously, Rafael's small moist hot 
hand was still wrapped possessively though loosely around my penis. 
With the rigidity of my morning erection his fingertips could not 
even get close to meeting his thumb. He sighed and squeezed up 
against me as he sought my warmth and strength against his own body. 
I hugged him and pulled him even harder into me so that our bodies 
became one. We embraced and then began to kiss. My lips were sore 
and I knew that Rafael's would be even more so. His breath and his 
kisses were every bit as sweet and delicious as they had been the 
night before.

"You feel good, Raf," I sighed with sleepy contentment.

"Hmmmm. So do you. It feel nice being together," Rafael 
murmured. "He sure is stiff,' he observed appreciatively as his 
fingers tightened and squeezed harder. "I can't believe how big and 
hot he feels."

I grinned. "That's your problem, Raf. It's about time you two 
became friends."

The boy pulled away and raised himself up on one slender brown 
arm. His other hand still held my penis tightly. It was almost as 
if the boy was afraid to let go of me now that we had finally 
crossed the barrier that had existed between us. "Yeah? You mean 
it? You want me to do him?" he asked in disbelief. I nodded as I 
smiled playfully. "You're not teasing me again, are you?" he asked.

I grinned at the beautiful naked boy with the dark tousled 
hair. "He's all yours. But if you make a mess then you gotta clean 
it up. Promise?"

Rafael smirked. "Yeah, I promise. Only you don't want him 
inside me yet, right?"

I nodded. "Not until all the vital equipment down there is 
functioning normally, okay? And I want Doctor Webster to take a 
look at you too before we do that."

"Anything else, boss?" Rafael teased. I shook my head. "Even 
if I want to suck him?" he teased.

I shrugged, trying hard to appear unconcerned but my heart 
leaped. The mere thought of the boy's perfect mouth around my penis 
was enough to increase my blood pressure by twenty percent! Rafael 
looked at me playfully. His eyes were sparkling with unconcealed 
excitement and lust. "Hmmmm!" He grinned and pretended to consider 
the possibilities. "I don't think I'll suck him now `cause I don't 
want to spoil my real breakfast. So I'm just gonna jerk him off for 
now and you're gonna have to wait till tonight for the rest."

I laughed as he scooted downward in the bed. He made me roll 
onto my back and he straddled my legs, putting his buttocks down 
firmly on my knees. He leaned forward, took my penis in his right 
hand and gave me the most incredible feelings imaginable. I don't 
know whether it was his innate skill or long pleasurable hours with 
Grant, but Rafael knew or sensed what I needed even before I did. 
His hand moved slowly, faster, harder, squeezing, barely touching. 
He led me up the very brink of orgasm and eased me back. He did it 
until my penis throbbed painfully. He did it so that my penis 
tingled with infinite delight. His energy seemed endless though I 
realized that when his arm was very tired he varied the motion or 
brought his left hand to work. He pumped on the shaft of my penis 
until I could barely stand it and then he went to work squeezing 
and massaging the swollen glans until I thought I would die.

My breathing became erratic and I gasped loudly and hard as 
the nerves in my penis sent frightening messages to my brain. One 
more time my orgasm came closer, accelerating even as Rafael's hand 
moved faster and faster. His left hand moved forward and he began 
to knead my testicles with all the strength in his small hand, 
squeezing out the sperm inside. It rose up in my penis with a 
pressure that was more than I had ever known. I exploded. The first 
few spurts burst forth onto my chest and went nearly as far as my 
shoulders, the rest erupted onto my heaving belly. I had never come 
before with such intensity. 

"Yeah! Do it man!" Rafael yelled out triumphantly as it 
happened. He was grinning from ear to beautiful ear as he watched 
it ejaculate, starring in wonder at what HE had caused while he 
continued to masturbate me. The rapid pumping of his hand slowed 
as he pushed the last of it out. It trickled down between my penis 
and his hand making a slippery mess. He stopped, now smiling 
earnestly. "Wow! You did bunches!" he said with admiration. Rafael 
smirked cheekily. "Have I really gotta clean it up?" he asked 
teasingly as he trailed his fingers through the thick white goo on 
my belly.

"You promised," I reminded him. "You can get a towel out of 
the bathroom if you want," I suggested. 

"So who needs a towel?" Rafael smirked. His fingers, now 
slippery and wet with my semen moved around and around, smearing 
the wetness over me. He leaned forward and placed his hands on my 
shoulders. He grinned at me and his excited eyes gazed into mine 
as he bent his arms at the elbows and lowered his naked warm body 
down onto mine. His head tucked in against my neck and I felt his 
little soft tongue licking my neck where it joined to my shoulder. 
Then this lips sucked against the moistened flesh, pulling my skin 
in between his teeth. My little boy was about to give me a love 
bite.

I sighed and tightened my arms around his narrow waist as he 
sucked fervently, nibbling with his sharp teeth as he tongued me 
again and again. When my neck was tingling he pulled away. Like a 
little vampire he had left his mark on me. His slender lithe body 
began to move against me, slipping and sliding in the wet film 
between us. His up and down motion spread my semen between us until 
it felt as if Rafael's little body was covered with it.

"I think it's all over you," I said.

Rafael giggled. "Uh huh. I like having your cum on me. It's 
`cool'! Well it's hot and all but you know what I mean. It feels 
wild! Like I belong to you."

"I know what you mean, Raf. We belong to each other now. I 
like you being on top of me. I like having my stuff all over you 
too."

Rafael kept moving up and down, using his leg and thigh 
muscles with his toes digging into the bed and his arms and shoulder 
muscles with his fingers grasping my collar bone. He humped his 
little body against mine as he tried to get himself hard, wanting 
to arouse my cock again. Finally I placed my hands on my boy's small 
rounded bottom and stopped his movement. He was drained and he 
surrendered, dropping down against me and putting his head back 
under mine with his lips against the now reddened area on my neck.

We lay quietly together, the only movement being the gentle 
licking of the boy's tongue against his first love bite. The 
wetness between us dried and the slipperiness disappeared, becoming 
sticky and tacky, then almost glue-like between our bellies. It was 
hot between us but the hottest place of all was between our legs. 
We shared a fabulous moist heat. Our limp sex organs were so tightly 
compressed together that it was impossible to tell where I ended 
and Rafael Junior began. My little lover felt very good indeed. We 
stayed like that for nearly an hour, sometimes kissing but mostly 
simply absorbing each other's life and warmth and feeling very, 
very happy.

"Have I still gotta clean him up?" The boy asked as he lifted 
his torso up and glanced down between us. "The mess he made is all 
gone now anyway."

I reached forward and lovingly pressed my thumbs into the soft 
tiny spots of his nipples. Against his well tanned body they were 
barely visible. The boy's nipples hardened perceptively as I rubbed 
my thumb over them. As soon as minute points formed I began to 
squeeze them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. 
Rafael's response was immediate. His eyes closed and his breathing 
quickened. He arched his back and whimpered in delight as I rotated 
the thumb and forefinger of each hand as fast as I could. His hard 
nipples were so small that they were almost impossible to grasp. 
His belly pulled in and his thigh muscles tightened and his nipples 
hardened and swelled. I sat up and lifted Rafael up so that he was 
over my thighs and his legs were wrapped around my waist.

My penis was erect again and it bobbed up between Rafael's 
outstretched legs, dramatically dominating the boy's small 
immature sex organs. I leaned down and brought my lips to the little 
mound of his right nipple, sucking it into my mouth and biting it 
lightly and holding it with my teeth as I rubbed it with the tip 
of my tongue. Rafael moaned slightly and his arms tightened around 
my shoulders. I grasped his left nipple between my fingers, pulled 
it outwards about an inch from his body so that the skin was 
stretched tightly and then began to pinch and squeeze the delicate 
little nub. Within seconds, I could feel the tension building in 
his young body as if he was about to orgasm. It was impossible to 
believe that a little ten-year-old boy's nipples were so sensitive. 
I took my mouth away and kept on rubbing and watched in stunned 
disbelief as Rafael's face contorted.

He jerked away from me and toppled onto his back, grasping his 
stinging flesh with his hands. "That hurts," he complained in an 
accusing tone.

It was impossible not to smile. The boy had experienced the 
shock and fear that comes from a sensation that is unknown and 
overpowering. I hadn't intended to hurt him and I doubted that I 
really had. "Yeah? But did you like it?" I teased.

The boy smirked as the discomfort vanished. "`Course I liked 
it. It doesn't hurt bad,... it hurts kinda nice. You made me feel 
funny all over, weird like when,....". Rafael paused, uncertain as 
to whether he should continue.

"Like when you had sex,... with Cal?" I prompted.

"Yeah! Sorta, only not inside as well." The boy smiled shyly. 
"You can keep doing it if you want. It's feels better already."

I laughed. "I think that's enough for now. We have to get up 
sooner or later, kiddo. "

Rafael sat up and inspected the reddened marks that had once 
been his tiny nipples. Like a clumsy oaf I had pinched and squeezed 
too hard. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Raf," I said apologetically.

The boy grinned as he looked at me. "I don't care. Besides I 
did a bigger one on your neck." Rafael giggled, "You ought to see 
it."

I grinned and playfully slapped his bare bottom. "Your turn 
will come."

"Yeah sure, that's what you're always saying. Just wait till 
you're better, Raf. Blah, blah, blah! I hate my dick being limp 
like this. I wish he'd get hard again." Rafael complained.

I knew it was difficult for him. He wanted so much to respond 
to my love. He wanted his little penis to be full and hard and ready 
to love me. I smiled gently, then without warning I attacked. 
Rafael was unprepared, but even if he had been I would have easily 
overpowered him. I tossed him onto his back, quickly fending of his 
token struggle as I came down on top of him. He was giggling 
uncontrollably as my tongue licked him from his belly all the 
delicious, smooth way to his neck. I tasted the slight salty 
residue that remained on his body from my semen and I could smell 
the musky odor of it. I wet my tongue and went back down the boy's 
body, licking and sucking noisily on his beautiful slender torso.

I came up for air, and went back up to his chest, kissed his 
raw nipples lightly and then moved back down, looking for the 
softest skin on his entire body. His groin was still off-limits so 
I settled for the side of his belly between his ribs and hip. It 
was tanned a golden- brown and was as smooth as velvet. I licked 
him until his side was running with my saliva and then I went to 
work, nibbling and sucking on his flesh. I used my teeth lightly 
as I pretended to eat him. Rafael started laughing as I sucked and 
bit him playfully, enjoying the best breakfast I had ever had in 
my entire life; hot succulent boy-flesh. When I pulled away we were 
both laughing.

"So did I taste good?" Rafael finally managed to ask.

"You tasted wonderful. I'm going to eat you at least once 
every day from now on."

"Always my tummy?" he asked.

"That's just the appetizer. The main course is a few inches 
lower and over a bit." I answered.

"In front,... or behind?" Rafael persisted with a happy smirk.

"Where do you think?" I teased.

"Hmmmm?" He paused, pretending to think about it. He pointed 
downward to his small genitals. "You gonna eat my puppy?" he asked 
playfully.

I nodded, "But Raf Junior's the desert."

The boy smirked and he tried to tickle me but I caught both 
of his hands in mine and levered them up above his head, stretching 
his chest muscles taut. Every rib was expressed in his lithe body, 
his belly dropping away sharply from his chest. "So you gonna eat 
my butt?"

I nodded. Rafael tried again to escape but I tightened my grip 
on his hands and placed my leg on top of his legs, effectively 
restraining his movement. "You gonna eat him before or after?" he 
continued teasingly.

"Before or after what?" I asked. 

"You know, what I can't say!... That word you don't want me 
saying." The boy smirked again. "You know, before you do IT to me."

"Hmmmm? I wonder what would taste best?" I teased as I 
released him and pulled him upwards so that he sat next to me. "So 
what do you want to do today, kiddo?"

Rafael grinned happily. "We could go back to where we were 
yesterday. That was the best fun I ever had in my whole life. You 
make a good kid for an old man," he teased back with a cheeky grin.

"Hey, Raf I was a good Indian." I proclaimed proudly. Rafael 
smiled as he reached forward and gently fondled my penis. I could 
see the thoughts inside his beautiful head. "I know what you want 
to do! We're not spending the day here in bed," I laughed. "Hey 
Raf, I know what we could do." I leaped up from the bed and pulled 
my young lover after me.

"What?" Rafael demanded as he followed me into the bathroom.

"Well, we're buying a `condo' with a dock. And that means,... 
we can have a boat. And I bet,... you don't know how to sail?" I 
said. We were standing side by side at the toilet together and I 
timed my suggestion right at the instant that Rafael began to 
urinate. He turned towards me and for a second he contemplated 
hugging me but under the circumstances it was impossible. His penis 
was left to its own devices for a few critical seconds and his pee 
twitched sideways, splashing onto my bare legs and over the edge 
of the toilet before he got it under control again. 

"Wow, yeah! I,... I always wanted, I always dreamed,... I love 
you," the boy burst out with enthusiasm and excitement. "Oops! I'm 
sorry!" Rafael squealed as he saw his urine running down my legs. 
"Really I am, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!" he pleaded as he giggled 
uncontrollably.

I looked at Rafael with mock ferocity and pretended to be 
angry. "You die, Rafael!"

But it was impossible to be angry with Rafael, even in play. 
Just one look at the beautiful boy and even the worst crime could 
be forgiven. Naked, the way he was now, shaking out the last few 
drops from the tiny uncircumcised tip of his penis he was 
unforgettable. Still, I pretended to be angry though I broke into 
laughter about halfway through. "Well, Raf, if you can't aim better 
than that maybe I better circumcise Junior myself."

Rafael smirked. "Hell, I wish someone would. It's itching like 
crazy because I can't clean under the skin properly."

I glanced down at Rafael's little limp penis. "Does it really 
bother you?"

The boy nodded. "Yeah! It doesn't hurt but it itches like mad 
sometimes."

"Maybe I better call Doctor Webster and see if he's got any 
ideas. He should know what we need to do to fix it up so it doesn't 
itch."

Rafael grinned. "I sorry, really I am. I,... well could you 
call him?"

I shook the last of the urine from my own penis and took Rafael 
by the hand. We embraced, not a wild and passionate embrace, but a 
gentle merging of our bodies. He stood on tiptoe as he reached up 
and locked his arms around my neck. I clasped his firm buttocks in 
my hands. We kissed, a long wet kiss that didn't want to end. When 
we parted we smiled at each other happily. "Come on Raf," I said, 
"Let's go call him right now."

We went hand in hand into the living room. It took a few 
minutes to find the business card that the doctor had given me at 
the clinic. It was just past ten o'clock as I punched in the 
numbers. The phone rang and the drawling voice on the other end 
confirmed that it was `Slow Suzie' the receptionist. I asked for 
the doctor and there was a brief pause before I was connected.

"Hello, Doctor Webster here," the voice on the other end said.

"Hi, it's me, John, with Rafael." I returned.

"Oh,.... I was hoping you'd call." There was along, deadly 
silence. "Is the boy there with you now?"

"Rafael, yes he is. We're,... very fond of each other, 
doctor," I answered.

"Can he hear what I'm saying?"

"Uh,... No I don't think so." I answered uncertainly.

"Good,... Listen I,... don't know how to tell you this.... The 
tests I did,...when he was here,... the results came back 
yesterday.... There's no way I can make this easy... He's HIV 
positive." My hand trembled uncontrollably as the terror screamed 
through my mind. "Did you hear me?"

"Yyyess," I stammered. I closed my eyes trying to block out 
the pain that crushed me. My boy, my beautiful alive boy, my Rafael 
was going to die. "Are, are you sure?" I murmured.

"Yes. I'm sure. I had the results checked. I'm sorry."

I had so many questions. It was a nightmare that was worse 
than anything I could ever imagine. I glanced at Rafael as he 
fidgeted as only bored ten-year-old boys can. "I'll call you back 
later doctor... Thanks."

I put the phone down clumsily. Rafael smiled playfully and he 
rubbed his smooth brown tummy to show he was hungry. I nodded and 
breathed out. "In a bit Raf, okay. Let's go back to bed first.... 
I want you to teach me how to fuck you."

The boy grinned cheekily and reached out for my hand and we 
went back into the bedroom together. He stopped just inside the 
room and looked up at me. "You gotta promise not to get upset if I 
bleed on him. `Cause it will you know," he said nervously.

I nodded. "We're blood-brothers already, Raf. Remember?"


THE END


Author's note.

This is the final chapter in Playing in the Major Leagues. 
Most of what I have had to say has been said in the last 250-plus 
pages. Although I have many ideas for subsequent chapters, I have 
elected to terminate the story following the advice of my editor. 
As he points out, this is not alt.sex.novel. I would like to thank 
the many people who have taken the time to send their support. I 
hope that you have enjoyed the story as much as I have enjoyed 
writing it!