“You’re the sexiest dick in New York!”
Jeremy Fenwick stood naked in the bedroom he would now be sharing with Rafael Colón and smiled down at his short but thick erection as it bobbed stiffly before him and pointed slightly upward. It seemed to agree with him, the way it pulsed and bounced happily. He glanced at the clock and wondered why Rafael was taking so long to come back to the bedroom. He was certain the teenager was discussing him with Teddy and he wondered what it could be about. It didn’t matter, though. Rafael loved him and now Jeremy was certain that Teddy did as well. Thinking of the chubby blond man, he felt a slight surge in his penis. It had felt so nice to be held by him and with these new sexual feelings exploding within, he wondered if Teddy might want to do it with him. The way he and Rafael spoke so easily about sex, it seemed to Jeremy that they were constantly having sex with anyone who would look at them.
He frowned. His parents would be horrified if they knew that this was the environment in which their youngest son was now living. Jeremy stood beside the bed and closed his eyes. No! He couldn’t think about that. He was here. He was in New York. They were going to send him to New York. They knew what the world would be like here and they were going to send him anyway. Yet…
No. He would not think about that. He would not think about that! He was with Rafael and they were going to love each other in Rafael’s bed for the first time. Jeremy was going to dance at Ballet Academy the next day. In two more days, he was going to meet Alistair Mountjoy, the greatest man in ballet! No, he could not think about what his parents would think about all this. He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.
He walked across the bedroom, past the slightly open window behind Rafael’s desk, and felt a gentle, cool breeze blow across his bare skin, reminding him he was naked in a new and exciting environment, and he felt his elation grow inside; it was as wonderful as it was foreign to him. Rafael loved him. Rafael Colón! The greatest dancer ever to come out of the Greensburg Ballet School. And he, Jeremy Fenwick, was going to train at Ballet Academy of America. He was free of Uncle Jimmy Dale. He was free to be himself. He wanted to sing. He wanted to dance. He wanted to laugh. He was happy, truly happy for the first time in months.
Jeremy entered the bathroom and closed the door. Standing before the sink, he looked at his reflection in the mirror above the sink and for the first time in…well, he couldn’t remember, but the first time in a long time he didn’t mentally flinch when he looked at his red hair, the freckles across his nose and upper cheeks, or the young, baby face. He actually found his face attractive, pretty, sexy, beautiful. He gave himself a huge, toothy grin and he felt that sense of elation grow even more. Even his penis seemed to throb with added vigor.
Jeremy brushed his teeth and then rinsed his mouth out before washing his hands. He swallowed and took a deep breath as he examined himself in the mirror once again. Yes, he really was a good-looking boy and he could almost understand why Rafael would find him attractive. And, in a few minutes, the older boy would have another reason to love him. Jeremy was going to give Rafael what he wanted. He was going to do for Rafael what the older boy needed. Jeremy would show him how much he loved him and how much better Jeremy was than any other lover the older boy had ever had. Jeremy would prove he was the best!
With a deep breath, he opened the door and found Rafael sitting on the edge of the bed. The teenager had already removed his shirt and his sandals and smiled at Jeremy as the boy emerged from the bathroom.
“Well, I’m glad to see you’re in your proper state in here—naked and hard. You’re a good little boy!”
Jeremy’s eyes flashed as he grinned and replied, “Little boy? I’ll show you little boy!”
He started toward Rafael with his hands at the ready, but the older boy rose to his feet and grinned, holding up his hands in surrender.
“Hold that thought,” he said. “I need to brush my teeth, then we can settle this little tiff like men.”
“You’re the one with a little tiff,” Jeremy replied as he flexed his arms. “I’m big and manly!”
“Well, you’re big and something,” Rafael replied with a chuckle. He dropped his shorts and underwear, revealing his own long, thin erection. “We’ll have to explore that in a minute.”
Jeremy grinned smugly and said, “I’ll show you what I can do when you get back.”
“Yeah, promises, promises,” Rafael retorted as he walked into the bathroom. He closed the door and Jeremy walked around to the other side of the bed. He pulled the covers back and then turned the lamp off, leaving the room lit only by the ambient light of the city through the partially open window. He stepped over to the window and listened to the muffled sound of traffic on Broadway—on Broadway! He could also hear a siren in the distance and the sound of an argument down on the sidewalk below in a language he couldn’t identify. He was in New York! He had made it! He was in New York!
He turned around and faced the bathroom door. He was in New York and it was all because Rafael was so kind and decent and good, because Rafael had rescued him and brought him here. Rafael. Jeremy felt a rush of love for the beautiful, wonderful teenager and, unconsciously, his right hand wrapped around his erection and began to fondle it. Yes, Jeremy was going to show Rafael just how grateful he was to him and how much he loved him. Yes. Jeremy would be just what Rafael wanted.
On the wall beside the bathroom, his eyes fell on the poster of the younger Alistair Mountjoy performing a perfect Grand Jeté. What a beautiful man. He hated to admit that Alistair was even more beautiful than Rafael with those fantastically manly dancers’ legs, those strong arms, that broad, sturdy torso, that glorious face. Alistair was a god. He was stunningly handsome, magnificent, majestic…and sexy as all get out!
Jeremy realized that he was now actively masturbating, not just fondling himself, but actually stroking his erection. He would have to stop before Rafael came out of the bathroom. It wouldn’t do for the love of his life to see him beating off to a picture of someone else. But, it felt so good and Alistair was so good-looking and sexy. Just a little longer. Just a little…longer. So good. So good. So…
He didn’t notice the bathroom door had opened. The light in the bathroom had been turned off and Jeremy’s eyes were closed as he frantically pumped his erection. He felt the warmth radiating off Rafael’s body before he heard the older boy softly say, “Busted.”
Jeremy jumped and then grinned guiltily as Rafael chuckled.
“I’m sorry,” the younger boy replied. “I was just so excited thinking about what we’re going to do and…”
Rafael glanced over his shoulder in the direction Jeremy was facing and saw the poster of Alistair. He looked back with a grin on his face and saw Jeremy look down in embarrassment. Even in the partial darkness of the room, he could see the boy blushing. Rafael ran his fingers over the boy’s face and softly said, “You were jerking it for Alistair, weren’t you?”
Jeremy closed his eyes in humiliation and Rafael quickly leaned over and kissed his forehead.
“You’re so sweet I can’t stand it,” he said. “I love you so much, Jeremy, that I can’t imagine living without you.”
The younger boy looked up with moist, shame-filled eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry, Rafael. I couldn’t help it. He’s just so…sexy.”
“Yes, he is. He’s the sexiest man in the world, as far as I’m concerned. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off to that poster. It’s okay, Jeremy. I don’t mind that you were looking at Alistair. I understand totally. I know you love me.”
Jeremy smiled gratefully and said, “God, I love you so much, Rafael. You’re so cool and wonderful.”
Rafael smiled and sighed. “Oh, if you only knew just how sordid and disgusting I’ve been over the years, the things I did with my stepfather, the things I’ve done with men since coming to New York, the things I’ve done in the showers at Ballet Academy, you wouldn’t think so. But, I’m grateful you love me, Jeremy, because I don’t think I could live without you now.”
“You don’t have to,” Jeremy replied, “and I don’t care what you’ve done in the past. I understand. I really do. Your stepfather made you do things and made you like things and, well, I understand.”
Rafael caressed Jeremy’s face and then wrapped his arms around him. The two boys held each other tightly as Rafael buried his face in Jeremy’s hair. Jeremy closed his eyes, reveling in the strength of the older boy before he remembered that he was the one who had to be strong. Rafael liked other guys to be strong. Rafael wanted someone else to be strong, so Jeremy had to be the one Rafael leaned on.
He stood up taller and squeezed Rafael. The older boy opened his eyes and smiled.
“Jeremy, I need to tell you something,” Rafael said quietly. “It’s about Alistair.”
“You love him,” Jeremy said. “I understand.”
“It’s more than that,” Rafael replied. “I promised you earlier that I would never lie to you. Well, I had to lie in the car a while ago, but I want to tell you the truth right now to make up for it. You see, I didn’t want Teddy to know this, but it turns out he did, so it was a waste of time to lie about it, but…”
He swallowed and then looked Jeremy in the eyes and said, “Sweetheart, I have been to bed with Alistair. I can’t lie to you or keep it from you. Yeah, I’ve had sex with Alistair. It happened once, when I was thirteen.”
Jeremy pressed his lips together and took a deep breath before he replied, “That’s okay. I’m not really surprised. You’re super-horny and Alistair is like the sexiest man on earth and…how could you resist? I understand.”
Rafael hugged him again tightly and said, “I will try not to do it again. Teddy doesn’t want me to, and for you, I’ll try not to, but I can’t promise it won’t happen again.”
“Are you going to do it with him again this weekend?”
Rafael wanted to say “No, but you probably will.” Instead, he replied, “I will try not to, but…sometimes Alistair is just so…Sometimes it’s just impossible to say no to him.”
Jeremy nodded and then asked, “What’s it like to do it with him?”
“Oh, man, it’s the most wonderful feeling. I mean, he’s so strong and gentle. He holds you and you feel so safe and warm and loved and…God, he knows just what you need. It’s weird, but it’s like he reads your mind and gives you just what you want. And when he fucks you, he makes it so good that you just want to scream.”
He shook his head and said, “It’s amazing.”
Jeremy’s heart sank as he listened. How was he going to be able to compete with the sexiest man in the world? Well, he’d just have to try. He had to. He had to be the best.
“Rafael, I know this is a nosy question and you don’t have to answer it, but are there other men you like to do it with a lot?”
Rafael shrugged and said, “Most of the time, its just a one-time thing. A dancer from the company or a guy at the academy, sometimes someone at a party. There is one guy at Ballet Academy I’ve done it with a few times—Dylan Thackeray. He’s kind of Nelly and fem, but he’s sweet and he’s fun in bed. Oh, he has the hottest reddish blond hair, more blond than yours, but almost as sexy.”
He grinned at Jeremy and ran his hands through the boy’s red hair and said, “I guess I have a thing for redheads. I never realized it until just now.”
Jeremy giggled and said, “Well, I’ll be the best.”
“Yes, you will,” Rafael replied with a grin.
Jeremy thought for a moment and then asked, “Rafael, Teddy made a couple of comments tonight about Alistair, like when you said you can’t pay for the kind of training Alistair’s going to give me and he said, ‘Well, you can…’ and then when he said he was the first person Alistair had fallen love with who wasn’t absolutely beautiful or absolutely twelve. He wasn’t really kidding, was he. He was serious, wasn’t he?”
Rafael frowned and looked thoughtfully out the window before he finally replied, “Alistair loves sex as much as I do. He’s the most brilliant choreographer in the world and the best instructor and director and he can motivate people better than anyone, but…yeah. He loves sex more than me and for the same reason. His father, Lionel Mountjoy, the man who created Ballet Academy of America and then Ballet of America, he used to rape Alistair, not love him, but rape him. And he used to force his students to do it with him, boys and girls both. Lionel was a bastard. Alistair, though, has only done it with me, as far as I know. Alistair’s never forced himself on a kid, ever. But, yeah. He sometimes likes boys. Really, men, though.”
Jeremy pressed his lips together thoughtfully before he asked, “Do you think he’ll want to do it with me?”
Rafael took a breath and, without emotion, asked, “Do you want him to?”
“I don’t know. I mean, yeah, but I also mean no. I don’t know. Will he want to?”
Rafael knew the answer, but he chose to evade rather than lie when he replied, “We’ll have to wait and see. I know that Teddy doesn’t want him to. Teddy would prefer that I didn’t do it with him anymore.”
“Is that what you two were talking about before you came into the room?”
Rafael nodded.
“Why does Teddy not want us to do it with Alistair?” Jeremy asked. “I thought Teddy was like really into sex and that he did it with men when he was a kid.”
Rafael smiled and said, “Teddy’s image is mostly an act. He drinks a lot, but not as much as people think and when it comes to sex, he’s really a lot more conservative than he lets on. He thinks its not healthy for us to do it with Alistair, that we should just do it with each other and our friends.”
“Why?”
Rafael turned his head and sighed before he replied, “Oh, I don’t know, but I don’t want to talk about that. I don’t want to talk about Alistair right now. Right now, I’m with the most beautiful, the sexiest, and the sweetest boy in the world and that’s all I care about and I want to make love with you all night long. I want to kiss you and hold you and love you until you won’t want to ever think about another guy. How does that sound?”
Jeremy smiled and nodded. “I think that sounds like what I want, too.”
Rafael grinned and leaned down, his lips touching Jeremy’s. The two kissed tenderly, without tongues, just their lips and fingers caressing each other’s face until Jeremy pulled away and suddenly stood up straight. In a firm, strong voice, he said, “Rafael, lay down.”
The teenager looked at the boy and smiled. “Why?” he asked.
“Lay down and lift your legs,” Jeremy commanded. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Rafael continued to look at Jeremy with a smile for several seconds before he responded, “Um, what?
“I’m going to fuck you, Rafael,” Jeremy declared. “I’m going to fuck you hard. I’ll be the best fucker you’ve ever had. I’ll show you.”
Rafael started to chuckle and then fell back on the bed and laughed. Jeremy watched with shock and consternation before he demanded, “What’s so darn funny?”
Rafael’s laughter grew worse at Jeremy’s reaction. “Oh, Jeremy!” he struggled to say, “You’re so cute! God, I love you!”
“Quit laughing at me!” Jeremy cried. “I don’t see what’s so damn funny!”
Rafael struggled to control his laughter before he held his arms out, inviting Jeremy to join him on the end of the bed. The younger boy stood adamantly where he was, his fists planted firmly on his hips as he stared at Rafael with outrage.
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I laughed, but you’re just so cute and sweet…”
“I’m not a little kid, Rafael!” Jeremy declared. “I’ve grown up. I know what I’m doing!”
“Yes, sweetheart, you have grown a lot in the last few months. You’ve been through a lot, but Jeremy, there are a few things you still need some experience with. Now, come here and sit with me.”
Jeremy huffed and remained where he was for a moment, just long enough to establish his independence before he consented to sit with the older boy. Rafael put his arm around Jeremy, but the boy remained stiff until his resolve melted and he leaned against the older boy.
“There are still some things you need to learn, Jeremy. One of these days, Jerm, you will fuck me. Believe me. Especially by the time you’re fourteen or fifteen, you will definitely be fucking me. You’re going to be so strong and built and sexy, everyone at Ballet Academy, boys and girls, are going to want you to fuck them. But, right now, you need to wait a bit.”
Jeremy looked down and sighed with defeat before he muttered, “I guess I’m a real doofus.”
“No, you’re not. You just haven’t fucked yet and you just need the experience. That’s all. The thing is, you don’t just fuck. You have to prepare. There’s romance and hugging and kissing and then there’s doing things to the butt to get it ready and putting on lubricant and…it’s more than just ramming it in. But, you’ll learn all this. Jeremy we have all the time in the world to learn about these things. We have all the time in the world to learn about what turns each other on. There’s no hurry.”
He kissed Jeremy’s cheek and the younger boy sighed and nodded.
“So, sweetheart,” Rafael asked. “Why this sudden need to fuck me?”
Jeremy looked down again and said, “Well, Saturday, when we went to dinner at Holly Hollister’s, she told me when we were out on the veranda that Marta Van Amstel told her that you liked to get fucked by strong dancers who show you who’s boss and that if I wanted to keep you, I was going to have to compete with them and fuck you hard and show you who’s boss. I know you do it a lot and I don’t want you to get bored with me, Rafael. I want to be the best. I have to be the best.”
Only when he finished did he see the stricken look on Rafael’s face. With horror, Jeremy realized that he had deeply hurt the teenager. Tears formed in Rafael’s eyes and began to trickle down his cheeks.
“Rafael! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Rafael tightly wrapped his arms around the boy and cried, “Oh, Jeremy, I’m the one who should be sorry. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you, Rafael!” Jeremy cried and as the two sobbed together, Rafael squeezed the boy tightly until he said, “Jeremy, you don’t have to compete with anyone. You are the best, Jeremy. Just by being you, you’re the best. I just feel so ashamed that my reputation has gotten so bad that a principal ballerina with Ballet of America can tell someone from my hometown about my sex life.”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, Rafael!” Jeremy cried, kissing the older boy’s cheek repeatedly.
“You didn’t, sweetheart. It’s okay. I love you, Jeremy, more than you can ever know. It’s okay. Now, let’s crawl up here and love each other.”
Jeremy sighed with relief, not realizing how obvious he was, as he crawled up the bed with Rafael, who grinned and said, “You know, I think you’re kind of relieved that you don’t have to fuck me.”
Jeremy blushed as he lay on his pillow and slipped his legs under the cover. “Yeah, I really am.”
“You don’t really want to fuck, do you?”
“Not really,” Jeremy grinned. “To be honest, it seems kind of gross. I mean, sticking your dick up there. It seems kind of dirty, isn’t it?”
Rafael grinned and said, “It can be, if you don’t take precautions and do it right. But, we’ve got time to get ready for it.”
Jeremy nodded and Rafael wrapped his arms around the younger boy. They lay front to front, their erections poking into each other’s abdomens. Rafael smiled and asked, “So, tell me, Jeremy. What do you want to do?”
“This.”
Rafael grinned and asked, “All right, tell me this. When you beat off, what do you think about?”
“You,” Jeremy replied with a grin. “Ever since that night I saw you dancing in Nutcracker, I’ve beat off thinking about you. I got hard that night and when I was laying in bed, I started feeling it and that’s how it started and I’ve done it every night since.”
“What about me do you think about?” Rafael asked as he kissed Jeremy’s lips.
“I think about your face and how pretty you look with your curly hair and your beautiful eyes. I used to think about how you looked when you were eleven and then I started thinking about how you would look as you got older. And, I’d think about your body, about how beautiful it was and how it would look as you got older.”
Rafael kissed him again and reached between them to wrap his fingers around Jeremy’s short, thick erection. “Did you ever think about us doing anything?” he asked.
Jeremy moaned as he felt Rafael’s fingers and replied, “I thought about you holding me and loving me, about me feeling you all over and running my hands all over your beautiful ballet dancer’s body and you holding me.”
Rafael smiled and said, “You thought about me being the strong one, didn’t you? You thought about me being in charge, didn’t you?”
Jeremy blushed and said, “Yeah. I know you want someone else to be in charge and you like someone else to be strong, but I’ve always thought about you being the boss and holding me and making me feel good.”
Rafael kissed Jeremy’s cheek and softly said, “Maybe, when I’m with you, I want to be the strong one. Maybe I want to be the one to make you feel safe and warm and loved. Maybe I want to love you.”
Jeremy looked into Rafael’s eyes and asked, “Really?”
“Maybe,” he replied. “I think we should do what we want and see how everything develops. Maybe something totally unexpected will happen. Who knows?”
He smiled and his hand began to slowly move up and down Jeremy’s erection. The younger boy moaned softly as Rafael whispered, “I love you, Jeremy, and I want to make you feel good. I want to make you happy. I want to make you feel good.”
His lips met Jeremy’s again and the two boys kissed. This time, Rafael’s tongue pushed forward into the younger boy’s mouth and Jeremy whimpered, feeling Rafael’s assertiveness. The teenager gently pushed Jeremy onto his back as his hand continued to fondle and stroke his erection. After a moment, Jeremy began to squirm and work his hips as Rafael fondled him. The teenager’s mouth left Jeremy’s and began to kiss his cheeks and nose before moving to his ears.
“You’re the hottest, sexiest guy I know,” Rafael breathed into Jeremy’s ear. “You turn me on so hard.”
Jeremy whimpered and Rafael added, “I could lie here forever and make love to you and be perfectly happy.”
He moved down Jeremy’s face to the boy’s sensitive throat, causing Jeremy to whine and move his head and shoulder together to protect his throat from the onslaught of Rafael’s tongue. However, the older boy pushed his face into Jeremy’s throat and the younger boy cried out. Rafael squeezed his erection tighter and Jeremy worked his hips more as Rafael stroked his erection and made love to his throat. He sucked and licked the sensitive skin and, after several minutes of making the boy whimper and writhe beneath him, he returned to his mouth, pushing his tongue in just as Jeremy’s body suddenly became rigid a second or two before his first climax.
Rafael licked the few drops of Jeremy’s thin ejaculate from his fingers as he smiled down into the half-closed eyes of the boy he loved before he resumed making love to him. After bringing him to a second climax, Rafael rolled over and allowed Jeremy to have free access to every part of his own body. It was quite late when, after both boys had survived several orgasms, Jeremy rolled onto his side and spooned into Rafael, who wrapped his arms around the boy and whispered into his ear, “I love you, Jeremy, and I always will. I’ll never let you go, Jeremy. I love you.”
The younger boy simply moaned softly as he slowly drifted off to sleep, content and serene in the embrace of the boy he loved, the boy who loved him.