@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; DW, During The Autumn Term Of Our Freshman Year, 1976-77 [XLIX]

Beneath the frayed cuffs of his baggy cargos,

his shoeless dark blue socks seemed almost pristine

except for the long, white streaks I had left on

them (with his active encouragement) during

pleasure's strong surges.



J-Called

Author's Notes/Comments: 

He was beautiful, with a mane of curls, a supple body, and a distinctively militant dislike of shoes.  Barefoot, then socksheathed on the cooler days, he knew---I suspect---how beautiful he was, and how many intimate desires he bestirred simply by walking to class, or to the Dining Hall.

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