I perceive that perfect naked eighteen-year-old 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 p...