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Q5M is his screen name.  No combination of

words---names or otherwise---is adequate to

describe his incredible beauty.  First, that

profuse mane of curls cascading over his

bare torso down to the waist-band of his jeans

(defiant of the lingering dress code to which

neither he, nor any of the initiated, felt

any need of compliance); and beneath those

baggy, tattered cuffs, his slender bare feet,

toenails bearing a metallic blue enamel.  Thus,

his afternoon appearance:  for our dinner, he

put on a mesh tee and semi-sheer socks (but not

shoes, never shoes, as far as he was concerned).

Later, naked except for those socks, he propped

his ankles on to my shoulders, comfortably, as

he enclosed me both firmly and seductively,

encouraging my rhythmic thrusting without the

least concern for the prejudiced of old prudes,

until, at the appropriate time, I delivered to,

and inside, him seven surges of the sweetness

confected in my core, confected for him, this

glistening and iridescent metaphor of our love.