From: FCPHAW@news.delphi.com (FCPHAW@DELPHI.COM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: FCP: A Picture of Perfection (m/m, minors) Date: 3 Aug 1995 21:29:31 -0400 Organization: Delphi Internet Services Corporation Lines: 98 Message-ID: <3vrt5r$g00@news2.delphi.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: news2.delphi.com FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS: A PICTURE OF PERFECTION The following file contains adult sexual material. If you are under the age at which it is legal to read such things, e.g., eighteen in the U.S., exit now and do not continue reading. If you, or your community standards are offended by stories involving homosexuality, and boy-boy, or man-boy sex, exit now and do not continue reading. Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the activities of the actors in this story. Fan Cha Phaw does not advocate the breaking of any laws. Ishmael Wilkins A Picture of Perfection by J.K. Tousled, unkempt hair, dark brown in color, slightly damp. Plastered on a smooth forehead, by perspiration from playing outside in the warm sun. Seductive, almost feminine eyelashes, green eyes sparkling with mischievousness, twinkling in delight at one's presence. Soft, smooth cheeks, unblemished, with the exception of a smudge of greasy dirt, a trophy from the day's many adventures. Slightly upturned nose, a freckle here and there, ears neither too large nor too small, perfectly balancing an angelic face. A smile, ear to ear, dimples in both cheeks. Moist, ruby-red lips, a sheen of sweat over the upper. A sturdy chin completes his face in all its beauty. The long day is over. It is bath time. A smooth neck, with a small bobbing Adam's apple, curving down to well-proportioned shoulders, smooth, lithe arms covered with a fine, downy fuzz, developing muscles, arms no longer thin. Medium-sized hands, slender fingers made for playing a piano, some dirt under fingernails, can't help it. He lifts his arms, placing hands behind his head and yawns, then stretches. Dewey armpits, devoid of hair, scent of perspiration pleasant, not sour. A sturdy chest, outline of ribs, like a bird cage under glistening skin. Two small nipples, tiny rigid protrusions, developing pecs. Unable to resist, I place my hands on each side of his chest and slide them down warm, clammy skin to the smooth curve of his hips. He giggles, then turns to check the water filling the tub. My loving hands slide away. A strong back, developing muscles between shoulder blades. Ripple of ribs underneath smooth flesh. The outline of a jointed spine extending from back of neck to lower back. Rounded, bubbly buttock cheeks, soft and tempting, a hollowed cleft dividing them, leading to a small, puckered hole at the very bottom. He turns to face me again. Perfect, he says, and I can say the same about him. A smooth, soft belly. Firm and solid when stretching. A small, round, slightly indented belly button in the very center of his being. An inverted triangle leading from hips down to pubic mound, outlining his lower belly. A firm, taut groin, smooth and hairless. Between his thighs his cock hangs limply, circumcised, centered by a blue vein on the underside, from knob to center of balls. A thin, wrinkled sack containing two grape-sized orbs, one hanging slightly lower than the other. Strong legs leading down to crusty ankles and perfectly formed feet. His eyes tell me to touch and I do, feeling the soft limp flesh between my fingertips. It becomes rigid, sticking straight out, and he smiles, proud of the length and thickness of his developing cock. I release him and watch as he climbs into the tub. Once again he will be in fantasy land, a member of a SEAL team or a scuba diver exploring underwater wrecks. He has so little time left before his muscles harden and he becomes an adolescent with new goals to pursue, leaving childhood. Right now in his twelfth year, he is a picture of perfection, and will remain so in my memory, never to be erased. The End