Myra-Breckinridge-Gore-Vidal

eing such a baby!" Delicately I took one of his nipples inthe tongs. He shrank from me, but the tongs pursued. I wascareful, however, not to hurt him. With feather touch, Iteased the tiny inverted nipple, making him writhe at thetickling pleasure it gave him. Then, suddenly, the nipplewas erect. I then teased the other nipple, manipulating thegolden aureole of hairs until it, too, ceased to be concave.A glassy look came into his eyes; for the first time anerogenous zone had been explored and exploited (I do notcount the probing of his sphincter which, in the context ofmy investigation, did not arouse him, rather the reverse). Ilooked at the front of his trousers to see if there was anysudden swelling but I could detect nothing. "You had betterslip off those trousers," I said. "They're getting badlycreased, the way you're sweating." "Oh, that's O.K." Hisvoice cracked again. "Hurry up! We haven't got all night."Grimly he sat up and pulled his trousers down over hisknees. I pulled them over his feet and carefully hung themon a chair. When I turned back to my victim, I was surprisedto find him sitting up on the table, poised for flight. He hadtrickily used the turning of my back to restore his shorts totheir normal position. Sitting as he was, bare legs danglingover the table, I could see nothing of the crotch, concealedby muscular thighs pressed close together while bothhands rested protectively in his lap. He was not going tosurrender the last bastion without a struggle. "I didn't tell youto sit up, did I?" I was cold. "But I thought you were throughwith me here." The timbre of the voice had become light; hesounded like a pubescent boy trying to escape punishment.