His belly and his chest and especially his private parts were covered with grey hair what gave him a still older appearance even though his physique was spry and even muscular. His belly was by no means fat but firm. I caressed what I have found and let my fingers run through his ample hair growth, that gave him such a stately, noble appearance. It was exactly my favorite kind of man.

Being slightly taller than me, I could still easily lay my arms around his neck and give him my most affectionate smile, when I felt his penis softly rose towards mine.

He guided me with a soft touch at my shoulder to the window.

„Are you sure, nobody can see us here, Sir?“ I asked a little worried.

„Outside there is the orchard. Nobody can get in there. There is a wall around it.“

„But can’t a burglar come in and see us?“

„A burglar could never tell, what he’s seen without giving himself away, “ he laughed „and being seen standing naked with you would make me burst with pride, and everybody else burst with envy.“

I stretched up to reach his mouth and gave him a tender kiss and an admiring look.

I found that I was quite suitable to portrait one of the young boys he loved so much. In his fancies there were two types of young boys: the very young boys and the very, very young boys. With my not-so-tall, skinny stature he could project onto me any boy he desired.

I’ve always had extremely few hair growth outside my scalp. My chin never looked like Grizzly Adams and my body never looked like Sasquatch. I’ve always meticulously shaven every of the few stubbles in my face and on my armpits and body - pubic hair included - as soon as they were perceptible. This made me look a lot younger than I was - and I still was a young boy. I was old enough to understand, what was in his mind and wanted to meet his desires. This was my very pleasure.

When I hugged him, I stretched to reach his hight, my rather slight build even further slimmed and my bald boyish penis dangled playfully against his big one.

He then went on to take me back out in the corridor and from there, through the back door into the orchard.

„...and stop calling me ‚Sir‘. You should call me Adam.“

„Okay. thank you, Sir, I’ll call you Adam, Sir“

He laughed and gave me a soft, tender slap on my cheek, before kissing it better.

„When I call you Adam, you should call me Abel. Adam and Abel in the orchard of Eden. No apple necessary, no sin committed - - - - - - yet - - - - - Sir!“

I made two quick steps aside to evade a second slap and stood two steps in front of him in the manner of playing „tag“. I approached him one step just as he was approaching me one step, so our CORPORA NUDA smacked together in a deep and long and passionate kiss.