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Was ever a pair of semi-sheer socks

so vivified with sensually erotic pleasure

as those that Seth has put on to accessorize

his adolescent nakedness?  These socks are a

gift from his boyfriend for his birthday that---

this being mentioned to placate homophobic

prudes---bestowed adulthood (and, thus, legal

consent to any kind of intimacy) upon him; his

boyfriend having arrived there some years ago.

Warming to their purpose and vocation, the

socks---which are OTC's---receive and enclose

his feet and legs almost up to his kneecaps.

Through the semi-sheer fabric, one can see that

Seth's toenails have been enameled---metallic

blue, his boyfriend's favorite color.  Just

putting the socks on caused Seth to engorge to

full upright.  In front of the full-length mirror

(not sinful vanity; simply being realistic),

Seth looks upon his beauty embellished by his

new socks; and he feels, in his core, the

commencement of the launch sequence.  In just a

few moments, and with just a little concentrated

effort, he releases the long strings of glistening

sweetseed---which become momentarily airborne

before splashing upon the mirror's polished and

eagerly receptive surface and slowly dripping down.

Starward-Led