Milan, July 2010
His bare muscled chest was bathed with sunlight. His large back was arched back to allow his mouth to drink clumsily. A streak of water was running through his chin over his neck to fall to the ground after refreshing his round pectorals.
He brushed his short black hair with his wet hands before offering his all white skin to the sun again in a rhythmic run.
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