Invited to lead so we did. Led the old man gleefully down to the sex clubs. The body clubs. For example, The Slippery Asshole. As well the old goat didn’t see that on the door, the boy flashes to himself with a grin. Hesitant old bugger. Inside, he positioned the artist and gave the arranged signal to look. Kiss on the cheek. Old flickering eyelid opens on young boy’s asshole glistening with lubricant. Hesitantly the old finger reached out and entered the tight rose sphincter. Inside warm and soft. Most definitely flesh. Finger moved gently. In and out. The ass wriggling. Squirmed, the boy thought. Understood the feeling. Time back to himself naked on a stone floor, big rough smooth man holding him impaled on his big thick you know. Holding him there like he were a jewel of flesh at that moment remembered, finger hypnotically in and out. Beside him his head cocked to one side sat his pupil entranced. The old goat once a jewel of youth! Juxtaposing jewel of youth with ember of age. I am not a real person, I don’t ever age. Seemingly endless succession of previous teachers. A tear rolls down his rosy little cheek. Beauty sits on shit. And the shit in question this fumbling decayed old goat, his finger gleefully up some cute little asshole. They come here undress and lie on specially designed couches, groups of them arranged in circles so that when occupied the boys lie facing the centre of the circle, thus each other. There they chat, exchange moans and sighs of delight. Throw grapes to each other. Pleasure and gossip. Others attend to their assholes. Self-appointed attendants dispensing lubricants and agreeable stimulants. In the air a distinctive aroma. Eventually the old man dozes off leaving his pupil to join the boys on the couches. It would be nice to be able to talk to them, a passing thought.