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The Dance of the Wicked Boys

by FreeThinker

Chapter Fifteen

“I want to make love to you.”

Rafael breathed into Jeremy’s ear as the boy leaned against him. Jeremy moaned quietly and replied, “I want you to. I want to make love to you, too.”

Rafael inhaled and Jeremy added, “You’ll have to show me what to do. All I’ve ever done is hug and kiss and play with Benji.”

“It’s not very complicated,” Rafael replied, smiling into Jeremy’s hair. “You just start with the hug and kiss and then you do whatever feels good. It can get complicated sometimes, but all we need to do tonight is just love each other.”

Rafael pulled back and looked down into Jeremy’s smiling face and asked, “I assume we’re through dancing for the evening?”

Jeremy giggled and nodded. Rafael ran his hand gently over Jeremy’s face and softly asked, “That stupid speech I gave you that night when you were seven... you really took that to heart? You really became a dancer because of that?”

Jeremy nodded and replied, “I knew that if I was going to be as good as you, I had to give it everything, because you obviously gave it everything you had. Yeah. Whenever I felt discouraged, I just thought about you saying that the only time you feel like you is when you’re dancing. That’s the way’s it’s always been with me. The first time I put on the leotard and the tights, I thought I was going to faint. It was the most wonderful feeling because that was when I realized I was really going to be a dancer, that I was really going to train to dance ballet.”

Rafael gazed into Jeremy’s eyes and sighed. He knew dozens of danseurs and all had felt this way about dancing. All felt that it was as much a part of them as the color of their hair or their need to breathe. Rafael always felt that kinship with other danseurs. There was something different with Jeremy, however.

Rafael turned and led Jeremy to the bed. He held his hand toward the bed, indicating that Jeremy should lie down first. However, Jeremy smiled and shook his head, replying, “You first.”

Rafael raised an eyebrow in surprise, but smiled back and nodded as he lay down on the bed. Jeremy lay beside him and partly on top, his right arm and right leg thrown over the older boy, their faces just a couple of inches apart. Slowly, Jeremy brought his lips to Rafael’s and they gently kissed for several seconds before the younger boy pulled back. He propped his head up on his arm and smiled down at Rafael.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered. “I can’t believe this is really happening. I’ve thought about this for years, but I never thought it would actually happen. I used to dream that when I got to New York, you and I might have classes together or something and then dance together when we were older, but I never thought this would happen. I dreamed about it happening, I fantasized about it, but just never thought it really would.”

Rafael gazed up at Jeremy’s blue-gray eyes and brought a hand up to the side of the boy’s face. He held it for a moment and then ran his fingers through the younger boy’s hair. Jeremy ran the fingers of his right hand through Rafael’s curls and asked, “When did you decide you wanted to dance?”

Rafael looked thoughtfully beyond Jeremy’s face for a moment and then replied, “I think I’ve always loved dancing. I remember when I guess I was three or four watching ballerinas on... Ed Sullivan maybe, I don’t remember. Anyway, I loved how beautiful and graceful they were and I used to dance around the house like that. Dad hated it. Of course, he was Spanish and very macho. He didn’t hate dancing and, of course, the Spanish have a great tradition of masculine dancing, and he was always telling me that I should be more masculine. Then, when I was five, we went to New York and Uncle Teddy took us to see New York City Ballet perform Balanchine’s Nutcracker and I was hooked. I loved it. It was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. When we came back, Mom enrolled me at Greensburg Ballet School. She even paid them extra to admit me in the middle of the year. I think she did it more to irritate Dad than because she wanted me to be happy.”

“Does everyone get inspired by Nutcracker to start dancing?” Jeremy asked.

“I suppose it’s because it’s the only ballet most kids in America ever get exposed to until they’re older,” Rafael replied. “To be honest, I’m not a big fan of it. I suppose that’s because I’ve done it so much. Classical ballet is so often about fairy tales and mythology. That’s why I like Koronov. He was a nineteenth-century Russian, but he tried to write about real life, and he gave men a more important role. Classical ballet is so much about women. Balanchine said that ’Ballet is Woman.’ Well, not everyone thinks that way. Men don’t dance just to be accessories to ballerinas. That’s why Alistair Mountjoy at Ballet of America creates more dances that spotlight men and how beautiful and strong and graceful and powerful we can be.”

“I love that,” Jeremy replied. “That’s what I want to do. That’s how I want to dance.”

He paused a moment and then said, “It’s a shame I can’t dance with a partner in the audition, because I’d love to do the ‘Dance of the Friends’ from Ice Prince.”

Rafael looked at Jeremy for a moment and then his eyes grew wide.

“Of course! That’s perfect!”

“What?” Jeremy asked.

“Your audition! You’re going to do the ‘Dance of the Friends!’ We’ll both do it! It’ll be something completely different! Everyone always does something Alistair created because they think that will give them an advantage, but if you do ‘Dance of the Friends,’ it’ll set you apart. Besides, to do it properly, you need a partner. They’ll see how well you can do dancing by yourself and interacting with someone else! And, there is no one else at Ballet Academy who could partner with you better than me! That’s it!”

Jeremy grinned and said, “You mean it?”

Rafael suddenly pushed Jeremy aside and he jumped up from the bed. Grinning even more, Jeremy jumped up as well as Rafael ran over to the stereo.

“Come on! Have you ever done it?”

“Madame’s had us work on it some,” Jeremy replied, as he excitedly followed.

He put a hand on Rafael’s arm as the older boy was pulling an album from its dust jacket. Rafael met his eyes and saw the joy in them. Jeremy’s face was flushed as he said, “This is another dream of mine. I can’t believe this. I’ve dreamed of doing the ‘Dance of the Friends’ with you. Tuesday afternoon, I was hiding in the garage and dancing it when Uncle Jimmy caught me and... well, he got pretty upset, but...I was fantasizing that you and I were onstage in New York performing the ‘Dance of the Friends.’ I’ve always wanted to do this with you.”

Rafael felt his eyes moisten for a moment as he looked into Jeremy’s. He set the record on the turntable and then turned back to Jeremy. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him long and hard. The two held their embrace and then Rafael pulled away, all thoughts of sexually making love to Jeremy vanishing. They were going to make love, but on the floor dancing the ‘Dance of the Friends’ and not in bed.

---o-0-o---

“I want to do it again!”

Rafael grinned down at Jeremy and shook his head before he replied, “God, don’t you ever rest?”

“I can do it all night long!” Jeremy replied.

Rafael slumped and replied, “God, I hope you don’t have that much stamina when it comes to sex! It’s almost one a.m.! We’ve been dancing since dinner time— well except for that one break...”

Jeremy put his hands on his hips and said, “You’re not going to pussy-out on me already, are you?”

Rafael gave his partner an evil look and replied, “Don’t issue challenges when you’re not sure you can win!”

“Oh, I’m sure!” Jeremy replied.

Rafael was breathing hard as he leaned over, supporting himself with his hands on his knees, and shook his head. “It’s too late and we’ve been dancing too long. It’s going to get counter-productive now. We’re going to make mistakes and we need to just give it a rest.”

Jeremy smiled and ran his hands through Rafael’s thick, damp curls.

“I’ve never been happier, Rafael,” he said softly. “I’ve never had so much fun.”

Rafael stood back up and smiled down at Jeremy as droplets of sweat ran down the younger boy’s cheek from his forehead. “Me, neither,” he replied. “You’re like the perfect dance partner. You just never give up.”

Despite feeling so tired, Jeremy felt himself growing hard again as he looked at Rafael and his sweaty body.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispered as his eyes travelled up and down Rafael’s body. His eyes focused on the small tufts of hair under the older boy’s arms, on the outline of his nipples through the fabric of the leotard, and the way Rafael’s chest expanded and contracted with each deep breath.

Rafael’s eyes explored Jeremy’s body as well as he felt his own erection returning with a vengeance. He stared at the growing thickness between Jeremy’s legs and looked up at his face. Jeremy seemed so strong at that moment, so commanding, even though he was three years younger than Rafael. He wanted Jeremy to be older. He wanted Jeremy to take charge.

Their eyes held for several seconds as Jeremy’s face flushed. Rafael slowly dropped to his knees before Jeremy and the redhead looked down at Rafael’s face with anticipation. He reached forward and entwined his fingers in the older boy’s curls, holding his head as Rafael reached out and grasped Jeremy’s knees. He ran his hands up Jeremy’s strong dancers’ thighs, feeling the well-developed muscles, especially the quads.

“I love to get on my knees in front of a beautiful man,” Rafael said softly in wonder as his eyes moved between Jeremy’s thighs and the thick rise between them. “I love to worship him and make love to him this way.”

Jeremy couldn’t respond. He’d never heard anyone speak this way before and he’d never experienced anything like this. But, seeing Rafael on his knees before him, the boy with whom he had been in love since he was seven and who had been the object of almost all of his masturbatory fantasies, seeing Rafael kneeling before him gave Jeremy such a rush of excitement and such a feeling of power that he thought he might climax right then.

Rafael made it even worse when his hands met over the rise in Jeremy’s tights. He ran them over the boy’s erection for several seconds before he leaned forward and lay his face against the Jeremy’s rigid hardness.

Jeremy moaned softly as he held Rafael’s head. Instinctively, he began to thrust his hips forward, still holding the older boy’s head as he rubbed himself against Rafael face.

Rafael pulled back and reached for Jeremy’s tights, slowly rolling them down the boy’s thighs and calves. He slipped Jeremy’s dance shoes off and then the boy stepped out of the tights, standing before Rafael in only his leotard. Rafael then slipped the straps off his shoulders and pulled the leotard down and off. With only Jeremy’s sweaty dance belt between him and the boy’s erection, Rafael looked up at Jeremy’s eyes. The younger boy was trembling with lust and exhaustion. Rafael quietly said, “I love you.”

Jeremy was afraid to speak. He simply stared down at the beautiful young man before him, his lips parted as he breathed through his mouth and shuddered. Rafael reached up again and pulled the dance belt off. Jeremy stepped through it and then widened his stance, his erection standing out rigidly before Rafael’s face and pointing slightly upward. To see his penis standing out stiffly over Rafael’s face was something Jeremy had never expected to see, never even thought of!

“Oh, man,” he breathed. “I feel so...”

“Yeah,” Rafael replied as he gazed at Jeremy’s erection. “Me, too.”

He reached down with his right hand and began to rub his own penis through his tights as his left hand took hold of the base of Jeremy’s penis and pointed it toward his own face. He leaned forward as Jeremy continued to hold his head and kissed the tip of the boy’s erection. Jeremy jerked and gasped. He swallowed and whispered, “Suck me.”

Rafael looked up and smiled with Jeremy’s penis against his lips. His tongue emerged and licked under the head of Jeremy’s stiffness, causing his penis to pulse madly in Rafael’s hand. The older boy leaned to the side and licked all along Jeremy’s erection and down to his balls. He licked the boy’s scrotum and Jeremy cried out, “Oh, yeah, oh, man, Rafael. Suck me. Suck me.”

He started working his hips as he held Rafael’s head, trying to push his erection into Rafael’s mouth. Rafael gave in and moaned as Jeremy thrust himself in. The younger boy cried as he held the older boy and began to vigorously fuck his mouth.

It took only a few seconds before Jeremy closed his eyes and grimaced in ecstasy as he went over the edge. He forced his penis as far into Rafael’s mouth as he could before he lost all rational control of himself. His hips thrust forward and he threw his head back as he cried out. Rafael struggled to keep his mouth on Jeremy’s spasming erection until the boy finally released his head and, gasping for breath, looked down at the teenager in awe.

“Oh, my God, Rafael. Oh, wow. Oh, wow.”

Rafael smiled and remarked, “I suppose that was nice?”

“Oh, wow,” was all Jeremy could say in response.

Rafael rose to his feel and said, “You know, you came in my mouth.”

“What?”

“You shot. You squirted some cum. Did you know that you could shoot?”

“No,” Jeremy replied with surprise. His eyes widened and he exclaimed, “Wow.”

Rafael chuckled and put his arms around Jeremy.

“I feel so honored that I was the first to taste you.”

“I love you,” Jeremy said. He looked up and said, “I want to suck you now. I want to make you cum. I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Are you sure?” Rafael responded.

Jeremy nodded. “I want to. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to suck you.”

Rafael caressed Jeremy’s face and then nodded. He escorted the boy to the bed and then as Jeremy lay down, he walked over to the door, turned off the overhead light, and returned. Quickly, he removed his tights and leotard and then the dance belt and stood over the bed, his erection pointing out over his lover.

Jeremy gazed up in wonder at the young man before him and softly declared, “You’re the most beautiful man in the world.”

Rafael smiled and said, “I love you, Jeremy.”

He lay down next to the boy and Jeremy crawled between his legs, sitting back on his feet and gazing up at Rafael’s naked body. The older boy’s erection throbbed above his stomach as Jeremy said, “I can’t believe this. I’ve dreamed about this every night. Every time I beat off, I think about being naked with you.”

“Well, now you are,” Rafael replied.

Jeremy leaned forward and reached out for Rafael’s penis. It was not as thick as Jeremy’s, but it was twice as long. He was also uncircumcised and the foreskin was pulled back. In wonder, the younger boy grasped Rafael’s erection and held the fiery hot, rigidly stiff penis for several seconds before slowly moving the foreskin back and forth, exploring, becoming acquainted with his lover’s penis.

“Keep that up,” Rafael gasped as his body trembled with lust, “and I’ll shoot all over myself.”

Jeremy looked up at Rafael and smiled. Rafael took a breath and said, “Suck me. Now.”

Jeremy did. He leaned down and pointed the teenager’s penis toward his mouth and then slipped his lips over it. As he pushed his way downward, however, Rafael flinched and whimpered, “Watch the teeth.”

Jeremy was losing control. He had Rafael’s penis in his mouth. He had dreamt of his moment for years and now it was happening! He was sucking Rafael Colon, the most beautiful boy in the world, the greatest dancer he knew. He was sucking Rafael!

Working his tongue around Rafael’s rigid shaft, he moved up and down on the teenager’s penis, until he choked. He couldn’t take it further than the entrance to his throat. He had never even conceived of deep throating. He gazed down into Rafael’s thick, dark pubic hair and began to moan wildly as he reached back with his right hand and began to frantically masturbate himself. Rafael began to writhe beneath him, watching Jeremy stroke himself as his red hair flopped around in harmony with the effort of the boy’s sucking.

“God!” Rafael cried. “I’m gonna shoot!”

He had wanted to warn Jeremy, in case the boy wasn’t truly ready for Rafael to ejaculate into his mouth, but Jeremy simply moaned wildly and put even more effort into his sucking and stroking.

Rafael grabbed Jeremy’s head and thrust his hips upward as he came in the boy’s mouth. Moaning and gasping, Rafael writhed and twisted with his orgasm as he shot into Jeremy’s mouth. When he was able to think clearly again, during the last of his spasms, he could see his semen leaking from around Jeremy’s lips as the boy, himself, began to twist and buck with his own orgasm.

Finally, Jeremy released Rafael’s penis from his mouth and fell onto his thigh and stomach. Neither spoke as they recovered from their climaxes. Finally, Jeremy crawled up Rafael’s body and lay beside him. They turned to face each other and gazed into each other’s eyes. Rafael brought his lips to Jeremy’s and kissed him softly before licking his sperm from the boy’s lips. He smiled and Jeremy smiled back. And, as they embraced, the two slowly drifted off to sleep.

---o-0-o---

“They’ve been downstairs in the studio all day, Teddy. I assume they’re dancing because the stereo’s been playing Tchaikovsky, Koronov, and Glazunov nonstop.”

Rafael and Jeremy were walking through the kitchen, wearing the shorts and tee-shirts in which they had been dancing all day, as they heard Rafael’s mother speaking on the telephone in the family room. When Gloria looked up, Rafael grinned and said, “Well, we’ve had a few breaks.”

Gloria raised an eyebrow as she saw Jeremy blush. Rafael grinned at him as Gloria said to the telephone, “They’ve just dragged themselves upstairs. They look like they’re on their honeymoon.”

Jeremy blushed even more fiercely as he looked down at the floor. Rafael giggled and said, “I guess we are.”

Gloria nodded and handed the receiver to Rafael.

“Teddy wants to scold you,” she said.

Rafael nodded and said into the receiver, “What have I done to be scolded for?”

“Does the poor child still have an operable anus?” the man asked.

“It’s not like that, Teddy,” Rafael replied as he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, dear. That’s right. You’re the bottom. Well, do you still have an operable anus?”

“Teddy, I’m standing three feet away from my mother.”

“Well, I always knew you were shameless, but...”

“Teddy, we’ve been dancing since six o’clock last night. We’ve taken a few breaks for naps, but... this has been the most incredible experience of my life. He pushes me, I push him. We work so well together it’s scary. I’ve never enjoyed dancing so much.”

Teddy chuckled and said, “I’m so happy for you, Rafael. I can hear the joy in your voice.”

“Yeah. It’s like a dream,” Rafael said as he looked back at Jeremy, who raised his eyes from the floor and smiled at him.

Gloria rose and placed a gentle hand on Jeremy’s shoulder as she passed him on her way to the kitchen. She turned and said, “Rafael...”

“Just a minute, Teddy,” Rafael said as he looked at his mother.

“I hope you don‘t mind, but we’re having dinner with the Hollisters at their house tonight. Holly wants to see the two of you before you leave. And, we’re not arguing about it, either.”

Rafael grinned and said, “Well, I could use some rest this evening, but it’s not from jet lag.”

Jeremy blushed again and Rafael looked at him with fake dismay.

“You know, I’m never going to be able to get away with lying to my mother if you keep blushing.”

Jeremy blushed.

Rafael and Gloria chuckled and the older boy returned his attention to the telephone, asking, “So, when are you coming, Teddy?”

“Well, if The Things would let me go to The Baths tonight...”

“Teddy!”

His uncle chuckled and replied, “My flight gets in tomorrow afternoon at four your time. I’ve spoken to that deviant lawyer of yours—and by the way, Rafael, he seems like a perfectly decent and pleasant man—and we’re meeting with Christopher Robin’s aunt Monday morning to sign things like Temporary Guardianship and Power-of-Attorney and whatever else I need to prove to authorities that I haven’t kidnapped the poor thing. Then we’ll fly back to Civilization Monday night. I spoke with Alistair this afternoon and he’s absolutely giddy with girlish glee about the prospect of you bringing your new-found prodigy. He’s been following Jeremy’s progress over the last couple of years. I think he’s already making plans for a weekend in the Hamptons.”

“Over my dead body!” Rafael replied.

“Well, that sounds rather...”

Rafael looked at Jeremy and censored what he was about to say. He didn’t want to alarm his friend with too much reality just yet. He took a deep breath and said, “Alistair and I are going to have a talk when I get back.”

“Ooh, that should be entertaining,” Teddy replied. “Just don’t ruin Jeremy’s chances here. You know how things are.”

“I know.”

“And, you need to remember that Jeremy isn’t your property,” Teddy added. “You need to let Jeremy make his own decisions about life. You can be there to guide and advise and support, but you can’t dominate him.”

Rafael nodded and Teddy said, “Rafael, you know I can’t see you nodding.”

Rafael giggled and said, “I don’t think Jeremy would let me do that. He’s pretty independent and... self-directed I guess is the term. He knows what he wants.”

He looked over at Jeremy and the other boy smiled.

“Good,” Teddy replied. “Well, I must tootle along. The Things want to inoculate me with plenty of alcohol against any strange diseases I might be exposed to while I’m down there. And, they’re all a-twitter at the prospect of you bringing young Oliver Twist to join us in our little corner of Heaven.”

“You tell The Things ‘hands off!’ He’s mine!”

“You scare me when you get butch, Rafi dear. It’s so unlike you.”

“Whatever. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Hugs and kisses.”

Jeremy was looking quizzically at Rafael as the teenager hung up the phone. Rafael took deep breath.

“That was my uncle,” he said.

“I figured.”

“He’s a little... oh, light in the loafers.”

“I kind of got that idea,” Jeremy replied, before a serious look came over his face.

“He’s not going to... I mean... he’s not like your stepfather?”

“Oh, no!” Rafael replied. “He would never do anything to you. Teddy only likes really masculine dancers.” He paused a moment and then added, “Well, if you keep on, in about four or five years, it might be a problem...”

Rafael’s grin defused any worries in Jeremy’s mind, but then the older boy sat down on the couch and patted the cushion beside him. Jeremy approached and sat down.

“Jeremy, there is something I need to talk about with you, though. Not about Uncle Teddy, but about New York and the ballet world and Ballet Academy, in particular.”

“Oh, if it’s about sex, that’s okay. I already know there are lots of gay people around.”

“Yes, there are. Not as many as the stereotypes, but there are and believe me, as beautiful and sexy and hot as you are...”

“I’m not like that,” Jeremy replied.

“You could have fooled me,” Rafael said. “You suck better than I do, and I’m pretty damned good!”

Jeremy grinned proudly and said, “That was my first time, too!”

“Like I said, you could have fooled me. So, you’re saying you aren’t gay?”

“No. I mean, I love the way men look and they turn me on and everything,” Jeremy replied. “But, I’m not like wanting to do it with every guy I see. I’m not like that.”

Rafael looked away and said nothing for several seconds. Jeremy frowned and realized that what he said had hit too close to home for Rafael. He put his arm around Rafael’s shoulder and said, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Rafael. I know... I know you like sex and you like to do it a lot. I know that your stepfather kind of made you that way. I understand...”

“No, you don’t. You don’t know what it’s like,” Rafael replied. He turned and looked at Jeremy with pain in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want anyone else to hurt you. You don’t really know what it’s like there and you don’t really know what I’m like. I mean...”

“Rafael, we’re not married,” Jeremy replied. “I love you, but you have your own life and I have mine. I mean, when we get to know each other better, maybe ... but don’t worry about me, Rafael. I can take care of myself. If I don’t want to do it with someone, I’ll let them know. Nobody pushes me around. Anyway, I love you, Rafael. You’re the most amazing person I know. But, I know you have a life there and, well, I guess we’ll just see what happens.”

Jeremy smiled and Rafael once again felt surprised that it was Jeremy who was reassuring him and not the other way around, Jeremy who seemed strong, Jeremy who was mature and sensible.

“How did you get so... grown up?” Rafael asked as he held Jeremy’s face.

The younger boy shrugged and said, “I guess I had to grow up. I’ve gone through a lot, I suppose. I don’t really feel grown up.”

Rafael smiled and replied, “Well, you are. You are definitely ‘smarter than your average bear,’ Yogi.”

Jeremy giggled and the two hugged.

---o-0-o---

“Rafael! You look hot!”

“Holly!” Mrs. Hollister exclaimed from beyond the foyer of their home. “Act like a lady!”

Rafael grinned and winked at Holly Hollister, who had answered the doorbell when Gloria had arrived for dinner with the two boys. “You’re not looking too shabby yourself, Babe!” he replied.

“Rafael! Act like a gentleman!” Gloria demanded with shock.

From behind Holly, Mr. Hollister laughed and winked at Rafael as he said, “Come now. You two mothers relax. They’re just being fifteen. Besides, in their world, I have a feeling that was pretty tame!”

Rafael and Jeremy allowed Gloria to enter first and then Holly hurried forward to wrap her arms around the younger boy.

“I’m so relieved to see that you’re okay, Jeremy!” she exclaimed softly in his ear. “I was so worried about you.”

“Thanks,” Jeremy replied. “Rafael says that if your parents hadn’t told him all about it Monday night, he might never have known.”

Both Hollister parents now stood in the foyer and smiled at the boy as Holly’s mother said, “I think it’s very special what Rafael and his mother are doing.”

She turned to Gloria, and added, “You really are a saint.”

Rafael smiled, but he had to look away, fearing he might choke. Gloria smiled at her son and replied, “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m a saint. Let’s say it’s been a journey for me.”

Mrs. Hollister stepped forward and hugged Jeremy tightly as she declared, “And, Jeremy, we are thrilled, absolutely thrilled to see you and to know you’re going to New York to train. It’s where you belong!”

“I wish I was going with you,” Holly added wistfully.

“Maybe next year,” Rafael offered encouragingly.

Mrs. Hollister declared, “You know, Marta Van Amstel, the famous ballerina, has taken quite an interest in Holly!”

Rafael smiled and wanted to say that he was sure she had, but kept his remark to himself as Holly’s mother continued, “She’s written to Holly and is quite interested in her plans for training. We may have to be not quite so protective of our little flower and allow her to fully bloom.”

It was all Rafael could do not to burst into hysterical laughter at the description of Holly Hollister as a “little flower.” Their eyes met and Holly was clearly suppressing a smile as she shared Rafael’s amusement. As the adults strolled on into the front room, the three young people hung back and Rafael said, “I hear Marta’s training technique is very, shall we say, ‘hands-on.’”

Holly grinned and replied, “Yes, it is. Rather like what I’m sure you’re offering Jeremy. I find it very... effective.”

“Jeremy does, too,” Rafael responded. “You find my work... effective, Jeremy?”

The younger boy was blushing, but he stepped right up and replied with a grin, “It’s adequate.”

“Adequate?” Rafael responded with outrage. “Four times in twenty-four hours? I think that’s more than adequate.”

“Well, if you say so, Old Man,” Jeremy answered, “but, my hormones are just starting to kick in and pretty soon, I’m going to need a lot more than that!”

“Listen, Little Man!” Rafael replied, “I can fuck you under the table any time!”

Holly grinned and leaned forward as she whispered, “Rafael, I heard from Marta that you’re always the bottom.”

Rafael looked at Jeremy, who raised an eyebrow.

“We’ve... um... haven’t quite gotten that far yet.”

Jeremy put his hands on his hips and declared in a whisper, “Hey, you’re not sticking that thing up my butt! I’m the man!”

“You tell him, Jeremy!” Holly added cheerfully.

Jeremy looked guiltily over his shoulder and said, “I can’t believe we’re talking like this.”

Holly grinned and said, “Yeah. Isn’t it nice to be free?”

“I guess,” Jeremy replied with a smile that failed to hide the discomfort he was plainly feeling.

Rafael saw it and playfully punched Jeremy’s shoulder. Holly smiled and said, “Come on lover boys. Let’s go out to the patio. I want to hear all about London and New York!”

Jeremy grinned and followed Holly. Rafael hung back, however, and watched Jeremy’s butt through the fabric of his slacks, the memory of the look on Jeremy’s face a few seconds earlier seared into his mind. It occurred to him that not all of Jeremy’s demons had been exorcised over the last twenty-four hours. And, the fact that he wanted nothing more at that moment than to spread his legs for Jeremy told him that his own demons were still alive and well.

Thus ends Chapter Fourteen. There are two further chapters and then the story will end. Thank you for reading my story. Please let me know what you think by writing to me at freethinker1957 at gmail dot com. Thank you!