After the older man has run his hand over the boy’s chest, stroked the smooth, young skin of his torso and seen the hard shape grow in his Speedo, he slowly eases it out. The young penis is so hard that it looks like skin over bone. It is clear that the boy is blistering with lust. When the man touches his scrotum, there is a jolt of pleasure in the younger body.

They are lying at a pool on beds designed for tanning. It is a hot night. Both of them have drops of water on their skins, in which the silver-blue light is now trapped. The water in the pool is still moving from when the two bodies were in it; from the chasing, touching and finding. The only light that is on, is in­side the water, and it is now herding sharp sparks of silver light against the deserted pool house.

As the older man moves closer, the boy rolls over on his back, opens his legs and spreads them. They are exquisitely defined and youthful, almost tender under the stroke of the older man’s hand moving over taut, elongated muscles.

Soon the boy ejaculates. He is still on his back, resting his head on the arm of the man lying on his side next to him. His penis stays hard. In this light, his pubic hair is black against his white skin, and a line of fine hair runs up to his navel.

When the alcohol has worn off and they had sex one more time, the older man starts telling the boy why he shouldn’t tell anybody about what has happened. The boy doesn’t tell him, but there is a good reason why he won’t tell anybody: he is in love and wants to spend the rest of his life here, with this man, whom he would never ever want to hurt or jeopardise. In fact, he will do anything for this man.

But soon the one who has lived longer, who should be the more mature, begins to realise his hold and starts abusing this love. He has had so many men fall in love with him that he reads the signs easily. And after a conquest, he gets bored and looks for other stimulation. But the young man with the long, black hair is so infatuated that he will do anything, which is when things start going wrong.

By the time the weekend is over and they are driving back to the city, he has shared the boy with a friend while he watched. Without consent, he also filmed the boy being fucked. But it is his obsession to hurt the boy that scars this beautiful man-child for the rest of his short life. He doesn’t understand why his un­cle would want to burn him with a cigarette while he is entering him, but it helps that he is either high or drunk when it hap­pens.

When he turns to go to the first-class lounge at JF Kennedy Airport, after checking in his bags to South Africa, his uncle re­minds him of the Super 8 film he has taken and will keep as an insurance policy. He also reminds him to keep his back and but­tocks covered until the scabs have healed.