Myra-Breckinridge-Gore-Vidal

spoke, evenly, hypnotically, I gently inserted my thumbsbeneath the worn elastic band of his shorts and before hewas aware of what was happening, I had pulled them downto his knees. He gave a strangled cry, looked back over hisshoulder at me, face scarlet, mouth open, but no wordscame. He started to pull away from me, then stopped,recalling that he was for all practical purposes nude. Heclung now to the wall, the last protector of his modesty.Meanwhile I continued to chat. "Yes, we can start the braceright here." I touched the end of the spine, a ratherprotuberant bony tip set between the high curve of buttocksnow revealed to me in all their splendor... and splendor isthe only word to describe them! Smooth, white, hairlessexcept just beneath the spinal tip where a number of darkcoppery hairs began, only to disappear from view into thedeep crack of buttocks so tightly clenched that not even acrowbar could have pried them apart. Casually I ran myhand over the smooth slightly damp cheeks. To the touchthey were like highly polished marble warmed by the sun ofsome perfect Mediterranean day. I even allowed myforefinger the indiscretion of fingering the coppery wires notonly at the tip of the spine but also the thicker growth at theback of his thighs. Like so many young males, he has arelatively hairless torso with heavily furred legs. Myron wasthe same. With age, however, the legs lose much of thisadolescent growth while the torso's pelt grows heavier. Ihad now gone almost as far as I could go with myinspection. After all, I have not yet established total mastery.But I have made a good beginning: half of the mystery has