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The wind blew through the window sending the curtains in a wave, flapping around like a pair of possessed flamingo dancers. The breeze greeted my naked body as I lay in bed. It danced across my chest tickling each hair bringing life back to my sleepy corpse. The morning called me with her fresh cool breath, her rays of sunlight boasting of the beauty that this glorious summer day held. The warm spray from the shower brought new life to my body, as I dried myself I felt alive and eager to greet the day. The day was warm, I dressed myself putting on an old T-shirt and faded pair of shorts. I used to wear the T-shirt in my college days, it was now old and tatty but every time it was worn it brought back the memories of the freedom of my youth.   The breeze ran its cool fingers through my hair fuelling my sense of freedom as I left my house and entered the busy street. People walked with a joy in their step excited by the beginning of summer. At the end of the road people bustled into the college car park, I looked to see what was going on. A sign said ‘Car boot sale’, so I merged with the crowd and was drawn in.   I drifted around each stall with a mild curiosity. I didn’t often buys things at such sales but I enjoyed watching the people and would chuckle quietly to myself at some of the bizarre things that people tried to sell. I let the crowd take me not really being conscious of my surroundings as I drifted from stall to stall.   I came across a stall with some old CD’s on and out of habit fumbled through them. The women on the stall launched herself at me. ‘Every thing on this stall is very cheap’ she blurted. ‘You see I’m moving house, I just won’t have room for it all’ I smiled and nodded not really taking much notice of what she was saying. She persisted with her invasive sales technique, ‘Oh, that CD is wonderful, it will be like losing an old friend, but like I said I won’t have room. I tried to look interested to keep her happy.   Another person began to explore the goods on her stall, now the focus was off me it was my chance to escape. I glanced across to the next stall still dreamy, drunk on the fruits of summer. It was then when I noticed him. A young lad stood at the next stall, his goods all spread out in front of him, but my focus was not on what he was selling. He stood causally dressed in nothing but a pair of combat shorts and beaten up trainers, his dark and muscular body displayed in the glory of the golden sun shine. I am usually shy but I could not help but to admire this beautiful mirage that stood before in the midday sun.   My eyes scanned his torso carefully watching so that he would not notice my glance. His skin was so dark, the delicious texture called me closer as I approached his stall. His pecks where rounded, they rose proudly out from his thick set chest and circled round to met the nipples. When my eyes saw his nipples I no longer could keep checking to make sure my stare would remain un-noticed, my fear of being caught had been drowned by a deep sense of desire. His nipples were dark brown, the colour of chocolate but I was sure they would taste even nicer. They were smooth and formed a perfect circles, I wondered how they would feel if my lips where to pass them.   I looked to his face as he spoke to another lad and laughed, his eyes sparked and his grin was cheeky but kind. He continued to chat which allowed me to admire his body further. His golden skin spread tightly across his ribs which sharply ran down the sides of his body leading me to his stomach. The first thing I notice was his belly button, it sat shallow under the tight skin, still untouched by the sun, creamy in colour, round and smooth like his nipples. It lay between his stomach muscles which were firm and bold, yet smooth like pebbles that had been caress and shaped by the sea. A soft path of skin lead around each hip and down to his lower abdomen and then further to a realm I could only dream of.   From below his belly button spread a trickle of hair that expanded as it lead down becoming more wayward and wild the further it went. The hair was full of life twisting and curling forming intriguing patterns on his tight stomach The black rim of his boxers peered over his loose hanging shorts. From the top of his boxers sprang a forest of hair that boosted tales of wonder of all that lead further but was hidden. My imagination dreamt of this hidden forest engulfed around a smooth tight skinned penis, un-tinted but the sun, delicate white in comparison to the rest of his bronzed body. His foreskin would stretch tightly around the end of his penis, like a present wrapped in paper only leaving you to guess about the gift within. Yet the rim of the foreskin would tantalising reveal just the tip of the knob, moistened soft and rosy pink. I dreamt of seeing him in bed laughing and kidding around, his dark, strong body in contrast to the soft white cotton sheets. We would be having a play fight, tumbling and caressing, our body engulfing each other. Each limb of mine touching his, every part of my skin feeling his many textures, smooth, hairy, firm and soft. Finally my lips word come to rest on his penis, firm yet skin as soft as silk, my mouth to explore every shape and texture. The wrestling would stop, he would relax and settle down leaving me to feel his excitement and vigour within me. But this was only dreaming.   I glanced up and he began to turn his head towards me, I only had moments left. My gaze quickly moved to his legs, just how I had thought strong, dark with hairs that danced in many directions. I look up, we made eye contact. I smiled, he smiled back. ‘Been busy’ I said ‘Yeah, made fifty quid’ his voice was deep but still had the tone of youth. ‘I’m selling the stuff for my cousin, he’s going off to travel the world’ he contined. ‘Gotta pack up soon so every thing is fifty pence’ he looked to me for a reply. ‘Okay, I’ll have a noise’ I said while looking through his goods.   I fumbled through some tatty books and some old T-shirts. A pair of old scuffed leather football boots sat alone looking unwanted on the stool. I imagine seeing him in them running after the ball during a game. His strong think thigh muscles changing shape with each movement, his calves dark and tense. My dreaming was interrupted by his voice. ‘Seen any thing ya like’ he said grinning I so much wanted to say that nothing I saw I could take in as I was to drawn to his beautiful youthful golden body. I just wanted to express to him what beauty his body possessed not for reasons of seduction but just so I could share with him the ore of his beauty. To tell him that he was like a breath taking sculpture that had been molded by the hand of Michael Angelo. That I would loved to take him strip him naked and admire each perfect part of his body. Instead I said ‘Yeah, this book looks good’. Pouting his lips in thought, he made me an offer ‘For you ten pence’. ‘Sounds good to me’ I agreed.   I searched for my wallet taking another glaze at his tight stomach, at close ranger it was even more enticing, I quickly looked back to my wallet before I was noticed. His palm spread before me waiting for the payment. It was soft and pale, I place the coin in his hand and as his hand closed for a moment it caressed mine. My heart jumped with excitement like a teenagers when their latest crush enters the room. God I thought I was too old for all this! He thanked me as he tossed the coin into an old ice cream tub along with the rest of his earnings.   I wished for our encounter to be longer but there was no reason to allow it to last. With hesitant I moved one through the market but my focus was busy else where. I didn’t wait to be like a gawp pervert but I soon justified to myself an excuse to go past the stall again, just once more before leaving.   He was just packing up his things, bent down putting away books in a box. The muscles of his legs where stretched to their full extent, they stood firm like two pillars of a temple. For a brief moment I drifted back into my fantasy, but then he turned and noticed glare. I looked down to the ground with embarrassment, not knowing what reception I would receive when I looked back up. I paused, took a breath of courage and looked back to him. To my surprise he grin was even wider as he looked directly in to my eyes with confidence. My heart almost leaped from my chest. He brushed his hand down his thigh to wipe away the sweat. ‘Enjoy the book’ he called I just smiled back, ‘might see you next time’ He nodded and turned to go back to his business, I took one last look and entered the crowd as it drifted away.   Since then I have been back to the car boot sale telling myself that I was only going to look for some bargains. If he happened to be there it might be nice to say hello again. Each time I have been there has been many people, but never has the guy who seemed so self assured returned. Maybe if I saw him again and we were to talk the reality would brake my fantasy of what he was like. Ever so often the image of his firm golden body enters my thoughts and I grin playfully like a teenager in love. The joy of youth enters me making me feel light and I laugh to myself at the possibility that could have been but never was.