I perceive that perfect naked boy lying there in front of me. His clean-shaven face. His smooth and hairless chest. I gently run my hands over his entire body, seeing all his physical detail with my fingers.
I feel his hands. Each and every finger. His arms. I feel the fine hairs as I trace my hands up towards his shoulders.
I pause for a second to listen in silence to his quiet breathing. I know he is patiently waiting for what is next to come.
I invite him to roll onto his stomach.
I massage his shoulders from behind, hearing him breathe deeply. I run my hands down his back tracing his spine and noticing the almost imperceptible tiny hairs all over his skin.
As I approach his bottom, my hands move in slow circles over each globe. I note how soft they are as I begin to massage both sides in unison.
I move my hands to his hips, and slowly down the back of his legs to his feet, massaging his muscles all the way.
I very gently run my fingers over the souls of his feet, causing them to involuntarily twitch. I hear a short intake of breath from him. Almost a little giggle.
I have him turn on to his back again, and I slowly start my journey upward.
I trace my way up his legs with my hands, taking extra time and concentration to travel up his smooth inner thighs, both of us knowing my hands are getting closer and closer to that special place.
I know this excites him. I hear his breathing slightly increase in speed with the anticipation of his genitals being touched.
But instead, I place my fingers in the middle of his chest, moving my hands out to the sides, tracing his ribs around and up under his arms. I feel the slightest hint of sweat there, no doubt produced due to the sensations I have been giving him.
I slowly slide my fingers down his sides, past his hips, and again one last time all the way down to his feet.
This time, I think he's ready. This time I cannot delay things any longer.