But listen. This is interesting…mind-boggling…almost unbelievable. Nate was naked on the bed with the sheet and comforter twisted next to his feet. His clothes were in a folded pile on the floor, to the bed’s right. I saw his ankles were crossed and his arms were extended. Had I not known any better, I would have told anyone he looked like Jesus on the cross, except that he was lying down, flat on his back. His pink-pink n*****s were erect and his white skin glowed in the afternoon sun. His navel was hairless, and I counted his bony, barely-covered-with-skin ribs: one, two, three, four…And…and his seven inches of cut c**k was arched northward and from top to bottom firm, pointing to his neck and chin. A large and hairless sack hung beneath the swollen stem, nestled between his thin thighs.
