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The seal-like boy, titted, tanned, still wet from the ocean, sat in sopping swim trunks upon the wooden picnic table. The wood drank up the water, darkening. The seal-like boy’s mouth lolled and his mind hollowed out. He waited. The fine silky hair plastered flatly to his head like icing suggested how he’d emerged from the water: barely. Salt crusted in swirls about his inverted nipples as he dried in the air. The sun warmed him and he slumped, and his breasts napped happily on his belly. The teeth. Splayed and bone white. JUTTING. Plump, impossible feet stamped damply on the concrete, restlessly, the soles wrinkled and pink, the arches reduced to nothing. His babyhands lay their backs upon the hairless brown thighs, palms turned to the sun. The seal-like boy’s nose drew no air, so innertube lips glistened as he licked them between breaths. All around him, aristocrats and heiresses glided past in all manner of beachwear, unaware of the dumb animal need in his yawning face. The seal-like boy zeroed his attention on the middle distance and let his puppy eyes cross. He twitched. A water droplet fell from the hem of his trunks. Inside, Mother was fetching the ice creams.
Date Written: June 24, 2004
Author: Great Satan
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