The Water Spirit

One of many beautiful men in The Pearl Garden.

“The next boy emerges from the pool like a spirit of the water. Deeply submerged and then slowly rising at my feet. He knows what he is, this boy. Knows he draws the eyes of the whole courtyard as he stands, water cascading from the fine muscle of his chest, from his chin, from his cock. The sun dazzles from his skin, light flickering as he shakes himself. He sluices fingers through his wet blonde hair. Skeins of golden silk. And his eyes, when he fixes them on me, are the colour of the water. Deep pools here, in which to lose myself. Do I choose him, or has he chosen me? His cock pulses into life, and points straight to me, and he is irresistible. He knows it. A small smile plays at his lips as he watches me.”