The door opens and he comes into your apartment. You assume he is of legal age but he looks like a boy, a mature boy. His hair is golden and you run your fingers through his long curls. He looks like he was born during the Renaissance. You bring him to you and hug him. He has a slight accent and it bewitches you because you can’t place it. On impulse you pick him up in your arms and carry him to your bed. He laughs uncertainly.

You put him down, strip off his clothes and admire his tight body and androgynous beauty. His chest is hard and developed, his ass is compact, just the right size for your hands.

You comment on his tattoo, he says he designed it himself. He rolls around on the bed beneath you and gives an occasional glimpse of his growing erection. His uncut cock makes you think of naked Greeks in the Olympics.

"Bino Portrait of 5"

He seems very comfortable in your sheets and you want to bind him up and keep him forever. You undress and lie in bed next to him. You roll him onto his stomach and massage his back.

You wet your finger and slide it up into him. He moans in appreciation. When you screw him, he groans beneath you. You are afraid of crushing him into the mattress, but you are beyond doing anything about it.

Afterwards you are exhausted and he stands next to you, smiling. He looks like an angel, his tanned skin glowing. He looks stronger than when he came in, more solid. When he leaves, you can’t help but think he was Italian because he looked like Donatello’s statue, “David.” You think he should be in a museum, your museum.