“No you won’t. You sell your art, you don’t give it away. Deal?”
He ventured to look me in the eye fleetingly. “Deal.”
“Good. I’ll add it to the paycheck next Friday, okay?” He nodded. “Right now, I’m going to go hang them in the shack. Give me a hand?”
He hesitated briefly before nodding.
I don’t think it was a ploy on my part, but it might as well have been. As he stood in front of me straightening a picture after we hung it, I put my hands on his trim hips. He froze.
“Rodrigo,” I gasped, pulling him to me. He leaned quietly against me as my hands encircled him and roamed his body freely. “Oh, God, I want you,” I whispered raggedly. “You are so beautiful.”
The youth allowed me to strip him naked and study his perfectly proportioned body. Rodrigo remained soft, unexcited. I tore off
