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[after Constantine Cavafy's poem, "Days Of 1909, '10, And '11"]

Two and a half time Alexei's age, you are, of

course, wiser in the ways of the world than

he is; just as your experience in the

intimacies of Love is, for now, far greater

than his---and to all that, he gladly defers.

Perhaps, had circumstances differed, and the

boy had not (through entirely random connections)

come to the attention of your fellow Christians,

Alexei might have followed a different destiny, a

boy-whore, offering his beautiful body (long-haired,

slender limbs, eyes possessed of a deep gaze, and a

smile capable of registering every nuance of sensual

pleasure, both given and received as you have very

happily learned these past few weeks).  He is no

longer skittish; at night, after both of you have

become exhausted from pleasuring each other unto climax

(streaks on the sheets are more than enough proof that

old prudes' inhibitions and haters' prejudices are not

permitted to intrude in this house), he snuggles against

you, content to be surrounded by your embrace, to sleep in

unbroken peacefulness.  Now, as morning's sun pours into

your villa, overlooking the glistening sea, he wanders

about the rooms---curious, appreciative, and comfortably

barefoot---as, within his core, another profuse load of

sweetness (fragrant, and flavorful exactly to your taste), is

quietly but effectively confecting---more than ready for you

tonight, as the stars rise, once more, over Misenum.  And this

afternoon, too, will be important when, with the utmost

pride of a lover, and yet in the modesty only Faith can

bestow, you will present Alexei, as a new catechumen, to your

eldest friend in Misenum, Judah . . . Judah Ben-Hur.

Starward