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Subject: FCP: A Picture of Perfection  (m/m, minors)
Date: 3 Aug 1995 21:29:31 -0400
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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