Le Bocche: Panagiotis.

Estate, Mykonos, Grecia. 2010.

Nell'antica e bellissima isola di Mykonos, le case sono dipinte di bianco, con le loro finestre blu, così come le chiese, con i loro tetti blu, quest'isola appartiene ad una delle mitiche e bellissime isole Cicladi, circondata da un bellissimo mare turchese.
Il crepuscolo invita i turisti ad espandersi in esso, si siedono sulle terrazze dei bar, brindano, fino a vedere il tramonto, osservano quello spettacolo unico, quell'ora crepuscolare, è come se il cielo e il sole, facessero l'amore, come se si amassero eternamente, disegnando così, dipingendo così, con aureole di luce e pennellate ocra, dando uno spettacolo unico e meraviglioso e.
Al tramonto, applaudivamo e brindavamo.
Le strade di Mykonos sono belle, strette, le spiagge e le loro sabbie bianche sono paradisiache...
Mi dirigo verso la spiaggia gay che è un'isola riservata esclusivamente ai gay. Ma su quella spiaggia, era riservato esclusivamente agli uomini gay e a nessun altro.
Mykonos è un luogo speciale e unico.

Il sole tramonta sul mare, dipingendo con i suoi raggi la superficie, le onde, la schiuma del mare e anche il dorso di alcuni delfini in lontananza.
Tutto era color fuoco, color caramello, bellissimi ocra rossastri, le vie della luce sull'acqua sono uno spettacolo unico e inimmaginabile. Il sole, accarezza le case bianche, i mulini a vento.
Ho guardato il crepuscolo da un tavolo di un bar, guardando il mare.
Ero andato sull'isola da solo, ero in una tipica pensione greca, dove una signora tedesca, di almeno quarantacinque anni, con lunghi capelli biondi, occhi azzurri, piccoli, di una simpatia senza pari, si prendeva cura di me.
Petra, la proprietaria della pensione, aveva sposato un greco, il suo matrimonio è durato vent'anni, suo marito è morto, in un incidente, la sua auto si è rotta, cadendo inesorabilmente su una scogliera.
Petra si occupava della madre del marito. Sua suocera, era una donna all'antica, una greca fedele alle sue origini e ai suoi geni, era robusta, indossava una mantiglia nera, indossava una mantiglia nera, gonne fino alle ginocchia, aveva un carattere molto forte e autoritario. La guardavo e ridevo, con Petra parlavamo un po' di tedesco e di inglese, mi raccontava le sue storie.
Le pareti bianche della terrazza erano come ricami di Santa Rita, i suoi fiori lilla o viola adornavano tutte le pareti della pensione. In questo modo, al resto delle case dell'isola.
Due giorni dopo, incontro un uomo vecchio, gay, elegante, bellissimo, di circa 65 anni, che mi invita a bere qualcosa con i suoi amici svizzeri.
Stavo guardando alcune sciarpe, in una piccola boutique, erano fatte di filato e cotone bianco, puro. Erano disposti su bellissime mensole di legno che contrastavano con le pareti bianche.
Guardo il vecchio, si avvicina e mi invita ad andare con lui. Accettai il suo invito, passammo una bella serata, niente di più, niente di meno, poi più tardi arrivarono i suoi amici, erano svizzeri, e lui si impose di parlare francese.
Era già tardi, e tutti i gay, che cenavano o bevevano un drink al centro dell'isola, correvano verso il cortile di una piccola chiesa, che era sul bordo del mare, molti di loro, andavano dietro quella chiesa, per guardare il mare, ancora più da vicino e incontrare altri uomini che guardavano anche loro il mare, oltre a guardarsi l'un l'altro.

Scopro con stupore che era un luogo di incontri, di baci, di romanticismo, di sesso. Mi avvicino, per vedere, per essere, e sono stati visti, diverse scene, la coppia che stava in piedi a guardare il mare, altri che si baciavano, altri che praticavano il sesso orale, o che facevano direttamente l'amore tra le rocce.
I gay saltavano come capre da una roccia all'altra, in cerca di piacere, di amore, sotto quella brezza estiva, che sembrava guarire e perdonare tutto.

Il giorno dopo, il signore svizzero mi ha invitato in spiaggia con i suoi amici, erano più che belli, erano due adoni, perfettamente scolpiti dagli dei. Erano uno stile gay, dove abbondavano il fisico perfetto, i muscoli e le ultime marche di moda.
Siamo arrivati alla spiaggia, dopo un breve viaggio in una piccola barca.

Sono sulla spiaggia, decido di nuotare nelle acque cristalline del Mar Egeo. Inizio a nuotare, l'acqua è calma, gli uomini nudi nuotano in lontananza, si tuffano, si amano. Il sole e le barche a vela in lontananza sembravano salutare o volare tra il cielo e il mare...
Nuoto molto, arrivo a qualche scoglio, mi riposo, ho avuto sete, il sole mi ha colpito in faccia, in modo travolgente. Ho cercato un po' d'ombra, ho nuotato fino a una piccola grotta. C'erano diverse persone, che nuotavano, con metà del corpo, quasi fuori dall'acqua, la grotta aveva parti profonde, altre meno profonde, e aveva anche una piccola spiaggia.
Sono lì, a guardare le luci che giocavano tra le rocce e l'acqua.

In questo, vedo un uomo che nuota verso di me. Lui era giovane, circa 29 anni, io ne avevo 34. Si avvicina, mi saluta in greco, non capisco, sorride.
Il dialogo era più o meno in inglese, lui non lo parlava molto bene e io non lo capivo molto, ma capivo il suo nome, si chiama Panagiotis, aveva i capelli neri, con lunghi riccioli, generosi, che gli arrivavano quasi alle spalle, aveva una bocca voluttuosa, carnosa, rossastra e splendida, il naso alzato, quasi perfetto. I suoi occhi erano un sogno, molto grandi, di un incommensurabile blu profondo.

Panagiotis è nato a Mykonos, era un turista, la sua famiglia possedeva un vecchio vigneto e una casa di fronte al mare, che lavorava come hotel per gay. Parlavamo e ridevamo. Poi, a poco a poco, ci siamo guardati, abbiamo guardato gli altri uomini, che ci stavano intorno, baciandosi a coppie, o più, baciandosi in trio con la bocca rossa.
Panagiotis era molto bello, aveva un po' di pancia, ma non mi dispiaceva, mi piaceva, il suo sorriso perverso, la sua seduzione, la sua estrema simpatia e tenerezza.
Si avvicina, siamo faccia a faccia, i nostri corpi sono, ora quasi galleggianti.
Mi guarda, mi accarezza le labbra, mi chiede come mi chiamo.
-Alfonso", rispondo.
Mi bacia profondamente, mi accarezza con il suo sesso, si strofina, muove il suo corpo, mi abbraccia. Lui mi tocca le natiche, io lo guardo, avvicino la bocca, e comincio a baciarlo con passione, tocco il suo membro, faccio sesso orale su di lui, annego, non posso, decido di abbandonare il compito, ma continuiamo a baciarci, lui mi tocca le natiche poco a poco, io tocco le sue, accarezza con un dito l'anello del mio corpo...mi presenta una danza, di baci e carezze inconfondibili, ride. Mi morde i capezzoli, il collo, gioca con i miei capelli bagnati, mi bacia con la lingua, gioca con le mie labbra, con la mia bocca, e io con la sua.

Le nostre bocche si uniscono e si disuniscono, come due pesci o uccelli, mi circonda, nuota dietro di me, si posa appoggiandosi solo al mio corpo. Gioca con il suo arto virile, eretto, grande e carnoso. Mi sfiora le natiche, preme la testa del suo pene contro l'epicentro del mio corpo, un po' più forte, come se per introdurlo dentro di me, non ci riuscisse, mi muovo.

Mi afferra con una mano dal collo, io muovo il bacino, toccando il suo con le natiche, mi afferra dalla vita, con l'altra mano tocca il suo membro, lo afferra saldamente, per introdurre il suo membro virile spesso e potente, lentamente il mio, dentro di me, tra le mie natiche, comincia a penetrarmi come un animale acquatico, come un uomo d'acqua, sapeva quello che faceva, provava piacere, e mi dava piacere, ci baciavamo con passione, facevamo l'amore.

In quell'istante, sento un'altra mano, vedo un altro uomo molto vicino a noi, il suo corpo era voluttuoso, aveva circa 50 anni, molto bello, forse era tedesco o irlandese, come potevo saperlo?, si è avvicinato, ci ha abbracciato, la sua bocca era davanti alla mia, ha iniziato a baciare Panagiotis, sono nel mezzo di quella situazione eccitante, strana, bellissima, come trasportato dal mondo, perché a Mykonos e più in quella spiaggia, essere gay era la norma.

Lo straniero mi bacia, mi prende la mano verso il suo pene, lo tocco, lo accarezzo dolcemente, come posso, sento il suo corpo forte contro il mio. Panagiotis mi prende e mi prende, poi mi toglie il suo sesso, l'uomo mi va dietro, mi accarezza, mi tocca, mi bacia, lo bacio intensamente. L'uomo entra, mi scuote, mi trovo tra questi due uomini, il giovane e l'adulto, e sono lì, nel mezzo, come se il passato e il presente mi abbracciassero.
Panagiotis mi bacia, e il turista esotico si allontana lentamente a nuoto.
Noi due, rimaniamo a ridere, continuiamo a baciarci, a fare l'amore, eccitati, impregnati di un amore istantaneo.

Panagiotis ed io, abbiamo nuotato fino alla spiaggia, ci siamo seduti davanti al mare, abbiamo bevuto un po' d'acqua, e siamo rimasti entrambi soli, guardando quel mare turchese, le sue profondità, gli uomini che nuotavano in lontananza, le barche e le barche a vela in lontananza, sembravano salutarci.
Siamo rimasti a tenerci per mano, o ad abbracciarci, sotto il sole che ora splende, illuminandoli, sotto gli antichi cieli del Mar Egeo.

ラス・ボカス：シルビオ

2020年4月3日（金
シルヴィオ

夏、プラヤ・デル・カルメン、カリブ海、メキシコ、1990年

20歳になったとき、母から「あの美しい文化の一端を知ることができるように」と旅行のプレゼントをもらっていたので、メキシコに行くことにしました。

直行便でメキシコシティに到着し、3日後にバスでユカタン半島に行き、カリブ海を知ることが目的でした。
トゥルムに到着し、そこに友人が待っていてくれたのでプラヤ・デル・カルメンに行く。
メキシコのカリブ海では、海も空も、白い砂浜の美しさも、すべてが青く見えた。
到着した翌日、私はビーチに行くことにしました、私はたくさん歩いて、私はサイトを超えて、家族のビーチに行き、私は中心部から非常に遠かったヌーディストビーチに行く、私は多かれ少なかれ3キロを歩いた。
ヌーディストビーチは、インスタントの愛や瞬間の楽しみを求めて、男性の間にも素晴らしい出会いがあった鳥、砂丘や木々に囲まれた、ほぼプライベートな、親密な、セクターでした。

黄昏はすでに肌を、口を、体を撫でていました。私は泳ぐことにしました、私はターコイズブルーの水の中で裸になり、彼らは私を抱きしめました。
太陽が海にキスをして、私の口に、私の肌に、他の口に。
私はユカタン半島沖のあのカリブ海の海で泳いでいましたが、そこからは遠くの高揚感に満ちた女人島とコズメル島が見えました。
私は、そのイメージの前に自分自身を楽しませ、夢見た、自然のその光景の前に、海と混同されたその空の前に、恐怖なしで、唯一の、自分自身との平和の中で、私は、生命の驚異を観察した。

泳ぎ始めて数分後、私の横には青い目をした豊かな口元の金髪の男の頭が見えました。 彼は45歳くらいで、私は20歳でした。

-（達也）こんにちは （みのり）元気？

-出るよ

男は、まるで深海の捕食者のように、あるいは湿度の高い晴れた空の鳥が私の上でホバリングしているように、円を描くように泳ぎ始めた......。
怯えながら、私は水から出ることにした。私は、唇と目の間に永遠に続くような、耳にしたことのない黄昏の下、真っ白な砂浜に向かった。
かろうじて砂の上に足を乗せた時に シルヴィオは彼の男だった 私に触れ、私を掴み、私は離し、私のお尻を甘噛みした。
私は歩き続け、水から上がり、タオルを取り、体を乾かす...シルヴィオが私に近づいてきて、その美しさを前にした驚きと、強く、背が高く、心地よく、同情的で、繊細で寛大な心を持ったその男の美しさに、私は感動して息ができなくなった。

-どこから来たの？

-アルゼンチンのブエノスアイレスから
- あなたは？
- 私はベネチア人です。

何年も後になって、ヴェネツィアのドゥオーモの前で、あの会話、シルヴィオとの出会い、ありえない恋を、懐かしく思い出していただろうが、私はまだ30歳だった。

シルヴィオは、私の無邪気さと信憑性を前にして、微笑んだ。私たちは座った...
フリーダ・ハロ、ディエゴ・デ・リベラ、グアダルーペ・ポサダス、メキシコのアーティスト、プラヤ・デル・カルメンのダウンタウンにある彼のメキシコの工芸品店の話をしました。その当時は海の町で、ホテルも少なく、旅館も古く、人も少なく、トゥルムよりも少し大きく、人が住んでいたそうです。しかし、そのビーチと水は、魔法、呪文、ユニークな美しさを持っていました。

-私の名前はシルビオ あなたの名前は？
-アルフォンソ：答えます。
- なんて素敵な名前なんだろう、私の家に夕食に招待したいんだけど、どう？
-はい」と笑顔で答えた。

二人で砂の上に青いタオルを敷いて座っていたのを覚えています。私たちはお互いを見て、彼は私に繊細なキスをした、ほとんど脆さと詩的な暴力で。
シルヴィオは、私の顔を優しく撫で、彼の大きな手は、私の背中、腕、脚を下にして、今、私の旅をしています。近づいてくる口元は、一瞬の情熱の中で、私たちの舌が踊り、夜の深みに。
メキシコ人は思春期の好奇心で、茂みの陰から、遠くから我々をスパイしています。彼らは大胆にも、我々の響き渡る出会い、火への欲望、身体を観察しています。

シルヴィオは裸の体を私の上に置き、彼の強い腕、深い口、優しい目が私に憑依している。
数分後、私たちは立ち上がって、ほとんど赤に近い、かろうじて暗い空の下、明るい星だけが照らす空と、私たちを抱きしめる計り知れない月の下を歩き始めた。
1時間後、彼の家に到着したのは、午後10時頃だった。
シルヴィオの家はとても大きく、白い壁に大きな木彫りのテーブル、メキシコの銀色の燭台、大きな書斎と写真があり、シルヴィオは海洋写真家だったので、壁には様々な海の写真が飾られていました。彼の美しさは水の男に似ていた深淵のアポロのようだった
数分後、私たちはリビングルームに座っていた。窓からは、白いカーテンが、天使が踊っているように見えた。夜に欲情しているように見えた。
シルヴィオは数本のロウソクを灯し、他の小さなロウソクも灯す。彼は台所に行き、サラダを準備します。エキゾチックなフルーツ、赤、紫、青、黄色のアボカドの 彼はワインのボトルを開け、笑顔で接客し、グラスを渡し、片手で私の背中を撫でてくれる。
彼の深いブルーの瞳は、口の前で私に強烈なキスをし始め、私の服を脱がせます。ゆっくりと無言で彼に近づくと、遠くにマリアッチの音楽が聞こえてきた。
キスをし、ゆっくりと抱き合い、シルヴィオは私の口に舌を入れ、唇を重ね、私の腕、首、背中を愛撫し、私を完全に服を脱がせるように誘い、彼は巧みに私の服を脱がせてくれます。
彼は私をベッドに寝かせ、私の口は枕元にあり、彼の手と舌は私の裸にキスをし、髪の毛もなく、寂しげで、ほとんど思春期のような願望を抱いています。
彼のペニスの頭は、今、私のお尻の唇、私の膣口、肛門の内側にブラシをかけています。彼は私にキスをして、紛れもない情熱と優しさで繊細に噛みつき、私の体の皮を愛撫し、ゆっくりと私を舐め、欲望と欲望に渇いた私の口に手を突っ込んでくる。
私は彼にキスをし、私は快楽の悲鳴をあげ、私はうめき声をあげ、彼は私を服従させ、彼は私を囲み、私を望み、彼は私を冒涜し、彼は私を回復させ、彼はゆっくりと私を貫きます。その男性器は、力強く、官能的で、不随意のものだった。彼はまた私の体を逆さまにして、指を一本一本入れて、激しくキスをしてきて、彼のセックスの頭が私の中に、私の中に入ってくるのを感じました。彼は私をファックして、オナニーをして、何度も何度も私を貫いて...

夜明けまで愛し合った、愛し合った、夜明けが赤く染まるまで止まることなく、ロウソクが消えるまで、彼の眠る体が私の心を愛撫するまで、私の口の中心、そこには記憶が肉となる場所がある。

The Mouths: Silvio

Summer, Playa del Carmen, Caribbean, Mexico, 1990.

When I turned 20, I decided to go to Mexico, my mother had given me the gift of the trip, so that I could get to know some aspects of that beautiful culture.

I arrived to Mexico City with a direct flight, three days later, I took a bus to the Yucatan Peninsula, my goal was to know the Caribbean Sea.

I arrived to Tulum, then I go to Playa del Carmen, because a friend was waiting for me there.

In that remote Mexican Caribbean, everything seemed blue to me, the sea, the sky, the beauty of its white beaches.

The day after my arrival, I decide to go to the beach, I walk a lot, I go beyond the sites, the family beaches, and I go to the nudist beaches, which were very far from the center, I walked more or less three kilometers.

The nudist beach, was a sector, intimate, almost private, surrounded by birds, dunes and trees, where there were also wonderful meetings between men, in search of instant love or enjoyment of the moment.

The twilight already caressed the skins, our mouths, our bodies. I decide to swim, I was naked in the turquoise waters, they embraced me.

The sun kissed the sea, my mouth, my skin, the other mouths.

I was swimming in that Caribbean sea off the coast of the Yucatan peninsula, from there I could see the distant and exultant Islands of Women and the island of Cózumel.

I entertained myself before that image, dreamed, before that spectacle of nature, before that sky that was confused with the sea, without fear, only, in peace with myself, I, observed the marvel of life.

I start swimming, a few minutes later, I see beside me the head of a blond man, blue-eyed, with a rich mouth, voluptuous and generous, who greets me. He was about forty-five years old, I was twenty.

-Hello, how are you?

-Well, I answer.

The man began to swim in circles, as if he were a deep-water predator, or a bird in a clear, humid sky, hovering over me...

Frightened, I decided to get out of the water. I headed for the very white beach, under that unheard of twilight that seemed to eternalize itself between my lips and my eyes.

When I barely put my foot on the sand. Silvio, that was his man, touches me, grabs me, I let go, bites me sweetly on the ass.

I keep walking, I get out of the water, I take a towel, I dry myself... Silvio approaches me, I could hardly breathe from the emotion, from the surprise before the beauty of that man, strong, tall, pleasant, sympathetic, with a sensitive and generous heart.

-Where are you from?

-From Argentina, Buenos Aires.

- Do you?

- I am Venetian.

Many years later, I would have remembered, in front of the duomo of Venice, that conversation, that encounter with Silvio, that impossible love, with old nostalgia, but I was only thirty years old.

Silvio, before my innocence and my credulity, smiled. We sat down...

We talked about Frida Khalo, Diego de Rivera, Guadalupe Posadas, the Mexican artists, his Mexican crafts boutique, which he owned in downtown Playa del Carmen. That at that time, it was a town of the sea, with few hotels, old inns, few people, it was a little bigger than Tulum, and more inhabited. But its beaches and its waters, had a magic, a spell, a unique beauty.

-My name is Silvio and what is your name?

-Alfonso: I answer.

- What a beautiful name, I would like to invite you to my house for dinner, would you like to ?

-Yes," I answered, smiling.

We were both sitting alone, on the sand, on a blue towel, I remember. We looked at each other, he kissed me delicately, almost with fragility and poetic violence.

Silvio, caresses my face gently, his big hands travel, now behind my back, on my arms and legs. The mouths that approach, in a single instant of passion, our tongues dance, in the depths of the evening.

The Mexicans spy on us from afar, with adolescent curiosity, behind the bushes, they observe with boldness, our resounding encounter, our desire for fire, our bodies.

Silvio, rests his naked body on mine, his strong arms, his deep mouth, his tender eyes, possess me, inevitably.

Minutes later, we got up, and started walking under the sky that was almost red, barely dark, only illuminated by bright stars, and an immeasurable moon that embraced us.

One hour later, we arrived at his house, at about 10 p.m., approximately.

Silvio's house is very big, with white walls, a big carved wooden table, Mexican silver candelabra, a big library and photos, on the walls of different oceans, because Silvio was a marine photographer. His beauty resembled that of a man of water, an apollo of the depths.

Minutes later, we sat in the living room, from the windows, the white curtains, looked like dancing angels, lustful in the night, protecting us, from the rest of men.

Silvio lights several candles, other smaller ones. He goes to the kitchen, prepares an avocado salad with exotic fruits, red, violet, blue, yellow. He opens a bottle of wine, serves it to me smiling, gives me a glass, caresses my back with one hand.

His deep blue eyes begin to kiss me intensely, before his mouth, they undress me. Slowly I approach him in silence, a mariachi music is heard in the distance.

We kiss, we embrace each other slowly, Silvio puts his tongue in my mouth, over my lips, caresses my arms, my neck, my back and invites me to undress completely, he undresses me with skill.

He lays me down on the bed, my mouth is against the pillow, his hands and his tongue kiss my naked, hairless, lonely, almost adolescent desire.

The head of his penis now brushes the lips of my ass, my vulva, the inside of my anus. He kisses me and bites me delicately, with unmistakable passion, with tenderness, caresses the skins of my body, licks me slowly, puts his hands in my mouth thirsty for desire and lust.

I kiss him, I scream of pleasure, I groan, he submits me, he surrounds me, he desires me, he profanes me, he restores me, he penetrates me slowly. Its virile member, was forceful, voluptuous, involuntary. He placed my body upside down again, he put his fingers, one by one, he kissed me intensely, I felt the head of his sex in me, inside me. He fucks me, masturbates me, penetrates me again and again...

We made love until dawn, we made love, we made love, without stopping until dawn turned red, until the candles went out, until his sleeping body caresses my heart, the center of the heart of my mouth, there where memory becomes flesh.

Monden, monden/Les Bouches by Rodrigo M. Malmsten

Silvio

Été, Playa del Carmen, Caraïbes, Mexique, 1990.

Zomer 1990, Playa del Carmen, Caraïben , Mexico

Quand j'ai eu 20 ans, j'ai décidé d'aller au Mexique, ma mère m'ayant fait le cadeau du voyage, pour que je puisse connaître certains aspects de cette belle culture.

Toen ik 20 jaar werd, besloot ik om Mexico te bezoeken. Mijn moeder had me de reis cadeau gedaan, zodat ik kennis kon maken met bepaalde aspecten van deze mooie cultuur.

Je suis arrivé à Mexico par un vol direct, trois jours plus tard, j'ai pris un bus pour la péninsule du Yucatan, mon but était de connaître la mer des Caraïbes.

J'arrive à Tulum, puis je vais à Playa del Carmen, parce qu'un ami m'y attendait.

Dans ces lointaines Caraïbes mexicaines, tout me semblait bleu, la mer, le ciel, la beauté de ses plages blanches.

Met een directe vlucht kwam ik drie dagen later in Mexico aan, nam ik een bus naar het schiereiland Yucatan, mijn doel was om de Caraïbische zee te leren kennen.

Ik kom aan in Tulum, daarna ga ik naar de Playa del Carmen, omdat daar een vriend op mij wachtte. In de verre Caraïben van Mexico, scheen me alles blauw, de zee de lucht, en schoonheid van de witte stranden.

Le lendemain de mon arrivée, je décide d'aller à la plage, je marche beaucoup, je dépasse, les plages familiales, et je vais sur les plages nudistes, qui étaient très éloignées du centre, j'ai marché plus ou moins trois kilomètres.

La plage nudiste était un secteur intime, presque privé, entouré d'oiseaux, de dunes et d'arbres, où il y avait aussi de merveilleuses rencontres entre hommes, à la recherche d'un amour instantané ou de la jouissance du moment.

De dag na mijn aankomst , beslis ik om naar het strand te gaan, ik stap een heel eind, ik passeer heel wat plekken, de familiestranden, en ik beland op de nudistenstranden, die ver van het centrum lagen, ik had ongeveer drie kilometer gelopen.

Het naaktstrand was een intieme zone, quasi privé, omgeven door vogels, duinen en bomen. Er gebeurden ook mooie ontmoetingen tussen mannen, die op zoek waren naar een moment van liefde, of een moment van genot.

Le crépuscule caressait déjà les peaux, nos bouches, nos corps. Je décide de nager, j'étais nu dans les eaux turquoises, ils m'ont embrassé.

Le soleil caressait la mer, ma bouche, ma peau, les autres bouches.

Je nageais dans cette mer des Caraïbes au large de la péninsule du Yucatan, de là on pouvait voir les lointaines et exaltantes îles des Femmes et l'île de Cózumel.

J'étais charmé par ces images de rêve, ce spectacle de la nature, le ciel qui se confondait avec la mer en paix. A cette instant-là, j'ai observé la merveille de la vie.

Het ochtendgloren streelde reeds de huid, onze monden , onze lichamen. Ik besluit te zwemmen , ik was naakt in het turkooise water, ik werd omarmd.

De zon omarmde de zee, mijn mond, mijn huid, en al de andere monden.

Ik zwom in deze Caraïbische zee langs het schiereiland Yucatan,, vanwaar men de verafgelegen en wonderlijke “Iles des Femmes” kon zien , en het eiland van Cozumel .

Ik heb genoten van dit beeld, als gedroomd, van dit natuurschoon, van de hemel die versmolt met de zee, zonder angst, helemaal alleen, tevreden met mezelf, en hop, ik had de wonderlijke ervaring van mijn leven

Je commence à nager, quelques minutes plus tard, je vois à côté de moi, la tête d'un homme blond, les yeux bleus, la bouche riche, voluptueuse et généreuse, qui me salue. Il avait environ quarante-cinq ans, j'en avais vingt.

Enkele minuten later begin ik wat te zwemmen. Naast mij zie ik het hoofd van een blonde man, blauwe ogen, en een rijkelijke, volupueuze en vrijgevige mond die me groet. Hij was ongeveer 45 jaar, ik was er 20.

-Salut, comment allez-vous ?

Goeiedag, hoe gaat het met jou?

-Je réponds.

Ik antwoord.

L'homme s'est mis à nager en rond, comme s'il était un prédateur des eaux profondes, ou un oiseau dans un ciel clair et humide, planant au-dessus de moi...

Effrayé, j'ai décidé de sortir de l'eau. Je me suis dirigé vers la plage très blanche, sous ce crépuscule inouï qui semblait s'éterniser en aveuglant mes yeux.

Quand j'ai à peine mis le pied sur le sable. Silvio, c'était son nom, me touche, m'attrape, je lâche, me mord doucement mes fesses.

De man begon rondjes rond mij te zwemmen , alsof hij een roofdier van de diepzee was, of een vogel in de heldere vochtige hemel, die boven mij  circelt….

Geschrokken besliste ik om uit het water te gaan. Ik ging in de richting van het hagelwitte strand, onder het ongelooflijke ochtendgloren dat zich scheen te vereeuwigen tussen mijn lippen en ogen. Nauwelijks had ik een voet op het zan gezet, of Silvio, zo heette hij, raakt me aan, haalt me in, ik laat los, hij bijt me zachtjes in mijn achterste. 

Je continue à marche,  je prends une serviette, je me sèche... Silvio s'approche de moi, je peux à peine respirer de l'émotion, de la surprise devant la beauté de cet homme, fort, grand, agréable, sympathique, au cœur sensible et généreux.

Ik stap verder, verlaat het water, ik neem een handdoek, ik droog me af….Silvio komt dichterbij, ik kan amper ademen van emotie, van de verrassende schoonheid van deze man, sterk als hij is, groot, aangenaam, sympathiek, met het vrijgevig hart van koekebrood. 

D'où venez-vous ?

Van waar ben je?

-je suis de Buenos Aires.

Van Buenos Aires, Argentinië

- et toi ?

wat ben jij?

- Je suis Vénitien.

Ik ben Venetiaan.

Bien des années plus tard, je me suis souvenu, devant le dôme de Venise, de cette conversation, de cette rencontre avec Silvio, de cet amour impossible, avec une vieille nostalgie, mais je n'avais que vingt ans.

Jaren later  zal ik me dit gesprek nog herinneren , voor de Dôme van Venetië. De ontmoeting met Silvio, de onmogelijke liefde, met een zekere nostalgie, maar ik was slechts twintig jaar.

Silvio, devant mon innocence et ma crédulité, sourit. Nous nous sommes assis...

Nous avons parlé de Frida Khalo, Diego de Rivera, Guadalupe Posadas, les artistes mexicains, sa boutique d'artisanat mexicain, qu'il possédait dans le centre-ville de Playa del Carmen. Qu'à cette époque, c'était une ville maritime, avec peu d'hôtels, de vieilles auberges, peu de gens, elle était un peu plus grande que Tulum, et plus habitée. Mais ses plages et ses eaux, avaient une magie, un charme, une beauté unique.

Silvio lachte met mijn onschuldigheid en goedgelovigheid. We gingen zitten….

We hebben gepraat over Frida Khalo, Diego de Rivera, Guadalupe Posadas, mexicaanse kunstenaars, zijn  winkel van mexicaanse ambachtelijke voorwerpen, die hij uitbaatte in het centrum van de stad Playa del Carmen.

In die tijd was dat een maritieme stad , met weinig hotelletjes, enkele oude herbergen, weinig volk, de stad was een beetje groter dan Tulum, en een beetje meer bevolkt. Maar de stranden en het water hadden magische charme, en waren van een unieke schoonheid.

-Moi, je m'appelle Silvio, et toi?  ?

Ik benSilvio. Hoe heet jij?

-Alfonso, je réponds.

Alfonso, antwoord ik.

- Quel beau nom, j'aimerais bien t'inviter chez moi. 

Wat een prachtnaam! Ik zou je bij mij thuis willen uitnodigen voor het avondeten, wil je?

-J'accepte volontiers, répondis-je en souriant.

Jazeker, antwoordde ik al lachend.

Nous étions tous les deux assis seuls, sur le sable, sur une serviette bleue, je me souviens. Nous nous sommes regardés, nous nous sommes embrassés délicatement, presque avec fragilité et violence poétique.

Ik herinner me nog dat we daar beide neerzaten op het zand, op een blauwe handdoek.

We bekeken elkaar, we hebben elkaar omzichtig gekust, bijna met broosheid en poétische kracht tegelijk.

Silvio, me caresse doucement le visage, ses grandes mains voyagent, maintenant derrière mon dos, sur mes bras et mes jambes. Les bouches qui s'approchent, dans un seul moment de passion, nos langues dansent, dans les profondeurs de la soirée.

Les Mexicains nous espionnent de loin, avec une curiosité d'adolescent, derrière les buissons, ils observent avec consternation notre rencontre retentissante, notre désir de feu, nos corps.

Silvio streelt zachtjes mijn gezicht, zijn grote handen glijden un naar mij rug, over mijn armen en mijn benen. Onze monden naderen elkaar, en in een flits van passie, dansen onze tongen in de diepte van de avond.

Enkele Mexicanen bespieden ons van ver, met een puberale nieuwsgierigheid, van achter de struiken, ze kijken met verbazing naar ontmoeting , naar ons vurig verlangen, naar ons lichaam.

Silvio, repose son corps nu sur le mien, ses bras forts, sa bouche profonde, ses yeux tendres, me possèdent, inévitablement.

Peu après, nous nous sommes levés et on a quitté la plage sous un ciel presque rouge, crépusculaire, seulement éclairé par des étoiles brillantes, et une lune incommensurable qui nous embrassait.

Silvio bedekt me met zijn naakte lichaam, en zijn sterke armen, zijn diepe mond, zijn zachte ogen nemen onherroepelijk bezit van mij.

Enkele minuten later zijn we opgestaan en zijn we beginnen stappen onder een rode, verdonkerende hemel, die slechts verlicht werd door de glinstering van enkele sterren, en een onmetelijke maan kuste ons. 

Une heure plus tard, nous sommes arrivés chez lui. 

La maison de Silvio est très grande, avec des murs blancs, une grande table en bois sculpté, des candélabres en argent mexicain, une grande bibliothèque et , sur les murs,  des photos de différents océans, car Silvio était un photographe marin. Sa beauté ressemblait à celle d'un homme d'eau, un apollon des profondeurs.

Een uur later , tegen 10uur ‘s avonds, kwamen we aan bij hem thuis. Zijn huis was ruim, witte muren , een tafel in gesculpteerd hout, kandelaars in Mexicaans zilver, een grote bibliotheek en muren vol met foto’s van diverse oceanen, want hij was onderwaterfotograaf.

Zijn schoonheid was zoals een man va water, een Apollo van de diepzee.

Assez vite, on s'est installé dans le salon. Les fenêtres aux rideaux blancs, ressemblaient à des anges dansants, lascifs dans la nuit, nous protégeant, du reste des hommes.

Enkele minuten later hadden we plaatsgenomen in het salon met vensters met witte gordijnen, die geleken op wapperende engelen, wulps in de nacht, ons beschermend van de rest van de mannen.

Silvio allume plusieurs bougies, d'autres plus petites. Il va à la cuisine, prépare une salade d'avocats avec des fruits exotiques, rouge, violet, bleu, jaune. Il ouvre une bouteille de vin, me sert avec un sourire, me donne un verre, me caresse le dos de la main.

Silvio stak meerdere kaarsen aan, en tal van kleinere. Hij stapt naar de keuken, maakt een slaatje klaar van avocado met wat tropisch fruit, rood, violet, blauw, geel. Hij ontkurkt een fles wijn, schenkt me glimlachend in, reikt me het glas, en wrijft zachtjes over de rug van mijn hand.

Ses yeux bleus et profonds commencent à m'embrasser intensément, il découvre mon torse. Lentement, je m'approche de lui en silence, une musique mariachi se fait entendre au loin.

Zijn diepblauwe ogen beginnen me intens te kussenen ontkleden me voor zijn mond. Langzaam nader ik hem in stilte, met op de achtergrond mariachi muziek.

Nous nous embrassons, nous nous enlaçons lentement, Silvio met sa langue dans ma bouche, sur mes lèvres, caresse mes bras, mon cou, mon dos et il continue à me déshabiller complètement, il me déshabille avec charme. 

We kussen elkaar en verstrengelen langzaam met elkaar, Silvio steekt zijn tong in mijn mond, op mijn lippen, streelt mijn armen, mijn hals, mijn rug, en vraagt me om me volledig uit te kleden, hij ontkleedt me met charme .

Il m'allonge sur le lit, ma bouche est contre l'oreiller, ses mains et sa langue embrassent mon désir nu, chauve, solitaire, presque adolescent.

Hij legt me op bed neer, mijn mond tegen zijn hoofdkussen, zijn handen en zijn tong zoenen mijn verlangen, kaal , eenzaam, bijna volwassen.

Il m'embrasse et me mord délicatement, avec une passion indéniable, avec tendresse, caresse la peau de mon corps, me lèche lentement, met ses mains dans ma bouche assoiffée de désir et de luxure. Je sens son sexe qui se raidit entre mes jambes, son gland effleure déjà mon corps. 

Zijn eikel raakt nu de lippen van mijn aars, mijn vulva, de binnenkant van mijn anus. Hij kust en bijt me voorzichtig met onmiskenbare passie, met tederheid, hij streelt mij huid, likt me langzaam, steekt zijn handen in mijn mond, die dorstig vrelangt naar genot en lust.

Je l'embrasse, je crie de plaisir, je gémis, il me soumet, il m'entoure, il me désire, il me profane, il me pénètre lentement. Son membre viril était fort, voluptueux, peu disposé. Il me remet le corps à l'envers, ses doigts expérimentés me pénètrent, un par un. Il m'embrasse intensément, je sens la tête de son sexe en moi, à l'intérieur de moi. Il me baise, il se  masturbe, me pénètre encore et encore...

Ik kus hem, roep het uit van genot, ik kreun, hij onderwerpt me, omringt me, verlangt naar me, ontheiligt me en herstelt me, hij dringt langzaam binnen in mij. Zijn lid was stevig, wulps, zonder terughoudendheid. Hij draait me helemaal om, plaatst zijn vingers, een voor een , hij kust me vurig, ik voel zij eikel in mij, binnen in mij. Hij neukt me, mastubeert me, en dringt me binnen en nog eens en nog eens.

Nous avons fait l'amour jusqu'à l'aube, nous avons fait l'amour, nous avons fait l'amour, sans nous arrêter jusqu'à ce que l'aube devienne rouge, jusqu'à ce que les bougies s'éteignent, jusqu'à ce que son corps endormi caresse mon cœur, le cœur de ma bouche, là où la mémoire se fait chair.

We hebben gevreeën tot ‘s morgens vroeg, we hebben de liefde bedreven, bedreven zonder ophouden, tot het ochtendgloren rood kleurde, tot de kaarsen doofden, tot zijn slapend lichaam mijn hart streelde, het centrum van mijn hart van mijn mond, de plek waar herinneringen vlees worden. 

Kenyi: (deutsche sprache).

Winter, Brüssel, 2011

Ich lief nachts in Brüssel spazieren und traf einige Freunde in der Rue Marche du Charbon, einer typisch belgischen Straße, die mitten in der Altstadt lag.

Es war an einem Donnerstag gegen ein Uhr morgens, wir beschlossen, auszugehen, zu einem Boîte, das auf der anderen Seite des Boulevards Anspach lag, es war ein berüchtigter Schwulenclub. Aber die Musik war sehr gut. Wir kamen an, ließen unsere Mäntel auf der Theke liegen und baten um einen Drink...

Ich bestellte eine Margarita, sie bestellten etwas stärkere Getränke.

Wir tanzten, wir lachten, wir kritisierten, wir machten Witze, die Nacht verging, und jeder meiner Freunde ging in eine andere Richtung, einer von ihnen ging, die anderen, glaube ich, gingen auf der Suche nach Liebe durch die Gänge dieses Nachtclubs, in dem die afrikanischen Nachkommen vorherrschten, die afrikanische Musik stimulierte meinen Körper, ich tanzte allein, in der Nähe der Tür eines jener Labyrinthe, die die Mauern überquerten, wo sie sich, wie ich, in der Dunkelheit der Nacht verirrten... Ich rückte vor und rückte vor, wobei meine Hände die Mauern, ihre Ecken und Winkel berührten, eine Reihe von Männern, von der einen und der anderen Seite, standen, so dass ich diejenigen, die vorbeikamen, im Gehen, fast im Dunkeln, genau betrachten konnte. In einem Moment war der Korridor immer schmaler und schmaler, als ein anderer vorbeikam, musste man seinen Körper gegen die Wände drücken.

Ich gehe weiter, und dabei fühle ich, wie eine Hand die meine berührt, ich nähere mich ihr, ich schaue sie an, und durch einen Lichtstrahl erblicke ich das junge Gesicht eines afrikanischen Mannes, der dort war, versteckt, in Jeans und einem muskulösen.

Kenyi war stark, seine Arme und sein Körper robust, sein Mund war sehr saftig, schön, fleischig, groß, war eine abrupte Verführung, primitiv, beispiellos, hatte keine halben Sachen, war weder süß noch sinnlich, war sexy, so rau, war sehr männlich, sehr machohaft, sehr gerade und brutal. Er war direkt, von der Tür aus, aber heute und jetzt ist er bei mir und ich genieße ihn.

Er nimmt mich an der Taille, mein Mund ist vor seinem Mund, er küsst mich mit seinem riesigen Mund, ich küsse ihn, ich berühre seinen Schwanz, er berührt meinen Arsch, wir beginnen uns zu küssen, ich bücke mich, ich öffne seinen Reißverschluss und beginne zu lutschen, ein wirklich riesiger, dicker, großer, schwarzer Schwanz. Ich lutsche ihn, ich schlucke ihn, ich öffne den Mund viel, um ihn ganz hineinstecken zu können, ich war ein wenig betrunken, hemmungslos, aufgeregt von der Situation. Er erregt mich, dass er so stark und brutal ist, er packt mein Haar, zieht es zurück, öffnet meinen Mund mit seinen Fingern und steckt mir mit der anderen Hand seinen Schwanz wieder in den Mund. Ich lutsche ihn, ich ersticke, der Kopf seiner Trauer erreicht den Grund meiner Kehle, er schließt sich und öffnet die Augen für die Freude, die mein Mund ihm bereitet hat.

Er packt mich am Nacken, ich stehe vor ihm, er schaut mich an, er dreht mich gegen die Wand, ich knöpfe meine Hose so gut es geht schnell auf, er beginnt sich zu erregen, er ist sehr heiß. Er berührt meinen Arsch, mein Gesäß, er beugt sich vor, beißt zu, fährt mit seiner Zunge über meinen ganzen Arsch, vor allem in meinen Anus, führt ihn ein, dehnt mich, befeuchtet mich... ich schreie vor Vergnügen... er greift meine Taille, zieht meinen Arsch zurück, versohlt mir den Hintern, steckt einen Finger hinein, dann einen anderen und noch einen weiteren in meinen Anus

29 befeuchtet durch seine Zunge, masturbiert er mich, küsst mich, lacht, beleidigt mich, hält mich, zieht seine Finger heraus und reibt den Kopf seines Schwanzes stark an meinem Arsch, sehr hart, drückt und drückt, ich entspanne meinen Körper, und der große schwarze Schwanz meines Männchens, geht ganz in mich hinein, Ich fühle mich gefangen, gegen die Wand gepresst, und dieser Nigga fickt mich auf seine Gnade, genießt meinen Arsch... Er fängt an, in mich einzudringen, ich hatte Angst, denn ich weiß, dass Typen wie Kenyi, den Sexakt genießen, stundenlang, ich weiß nicht, ob mein Körper sich dem widersetzen würde.

Ich genieße es, ich stöhne, ich vibriere, ich öffne mein Arschloch, ich schlage meinen Arsch gegen sein Becken, so dass sein Phallus immer mehr eindringt, mein Penis ist erigiert, er hat mich berührt, das doppelte Vergnügen tötet mich vor Genuss.

Er küsst mich, packt mich ganz fest an der Taille, mit seinen beiden großen Händen, sein Parfüm war so penetrant wie alles in mir. Er beginnt zu pumpen wie ein unkontrolliertes Tier, das unaufhörlich in mich eindringt. Ich lege meine Hände sehr fest an die Wand, er nimmt mich in Besitz, er entjungfert mich immer wieder, ich lasse mich penetrieren, ich wehre mich nicht, trotz des Schmerzes, den sein Schwanz in mir hervorruft, aber die Wahrheit ist, dass ich ihn auch mag, ich liebe es, ihn zu genießen, zu genießen, ihn zu genießen.

Kenyi, beginnt wie ein verzweifelter Mensch zu schreien, zu stöhnen, zu genießen, mich zu beißen, mich zu küssen, bis er eine Bewegung mit seinem Becken macht, dann noch eine und dann noch einen Schlag.

Kenyi endet in mir, wie ein Protomacho-Tier, schaut mich an, schubst mich, zieht seine Hose an und geht in der Dunkelheit spazieren.

Meine Hose liegt auf dem Boden, ich werde ihm vorgestellt, er ist in mir wie nie zuvor, ich bin geweitet, atme tief ein, genieße, spüre, was er in mir hinterlassen hat.

Minuten später zieht er sich schweigend und abrupt zurück...

...ich komme zurück, ziehe mich an und gehe im Dunkeln weiter, bis ich die Tanzfläche erblicke, ich gehe durch sie hindurch, öffne die Tür der geheimen Boutique und verlasse sie, gehe langsam, die Straßen sind fast leer, die Lichter der Grande Place, streicheln mein Gesicht...

Der Nieselregen über der Stadt formt den Lauf der Zeit zwischen den Steinen der menschenleeren Straßen der Liebkosungen, ohne Uhren und ohne Stunden.

Kenyi. (English)

Winter, Brussels, 2011

I was walking in Brussels at night, I met some friends in the Rue Marche du Charbon, a typical Belgian street, which was in the middle of the old part of the city.

It was about one o'clock in the morning on a Thursday, we decided to go out, to a boîte that was across the boulevard Anspach, it was a notorious gay club. But the music was very good. We arrived, left our coats on the counter, and asked for a drink...

I ordered a margarita, they ordered a little stronger drinks.

We danced, we laughed, we criticized, we made jokes, the night passed, and each one of my friends, took different directions, one of them left, the others I think left in search of love through the passages of that nightclub, where the afro descendants predominated, the African music stimulated my body, I danced alone, near the door of one of those labyrinths that crossed the walls, where they were lost, as I was, in the darkness of the night... I advanced and advanced with my hands touching the walls, their nooks and crannies, a line of men, from one side and the other, were standing, so that I could look closely at those who passed by walking, almost in the dark. At one moment the corridor was narrower and narrower, when another one passed, you had to press your body against the walls.

I keep walking, and in that, I feel a hand touching mine, I get close to it, I look at it, and I get a glimpse by a ray of light, the young face of an African man, who was there, hidden, wearing jeans and a muscular one.

Kenyi was strong, his arms and body robust, his mouth was very juicy, beautiful, fleshy, large, was an abrupt seduction, primitive, unparalleled, had no half measures, was not sweet, nor sensual, was sexy, so rough, was very virile, very macho, very straight and brutal. He was straight, from the door out, but today and now, he is with me and I enjoy him.

He takes me by the waist, my mouth is in front of his mouth, he kisses me with his huge mouth, I kiss him, I touch his cock, he touches my ass, we start kissing, I bend down, I unzip his pants and start sucking, a real huge, thick, big, black cock. I suck it, I swallow it, I open my mouth a lot to be able to put it all the way in, I was a little drunk, unrestrained, excited by the situation. He excites me, that he is so strong, and brutal, he grabs my hair, pulls it back, opens my mouth with his fingers, and with the other hand, he puts his dick back into my mouth. I suck it, I choke, the head of his sorrow reaches the bottom of my throat, he closes and opens his eyes for the pleasure that my mouth provoked him.

He grabs me by the back of my neck, I stand in front of him, he looks at me, he turns me against the wall, I quickly unbutton my pants as best I can, he starts to get excited, he is very hot. He touches my ass, my buttocks, he bends over, bites them, runs his tongue all over my ass, especially into my anus, inserts it, dilates me, moistens me...I scream with pleasure...he grabs my waist, pulls back my ass, tips a few spankings, sticks one finger in, then another and another in my anus

29 moistened by his tongue, he masturbates me, kisses me, laughs, insults me, holds me, pulls out his fingers, and rubs the head of his cock strongly against my ass, very hard, presses and presses, I relax my body, and the big black cock of my male, goes all the way into me, I feel trapped, stuck against the wall, and this nigga fucking me at his mercy, enjoying my ass... He starts penetrating me, I was afraid, because I know that guys like Kenyi, enjoy the sex act, for hours and hours, I don't know if my body would resist it.

I enjoy it, I moan, I vibrate, I open my asshole, I hit my ass against his pelvis, so that his phallus goes in more and more, my penis is erect, he touched me, the double pleasure kills me of enjoyment.

He kisses me, holds me very tightly by the waist, with his two big hands, his perfume was as penetrating as everything in me. He begins to pump like an uncontrolled animal, penetrating me incessantly. I put my hands very firmly against the wall, he possesses me, he deflowers me again and again, I let myself be penetrated, I don't resist, in spite of the pain that his cock provoked inside me, but the truth is that I also like him, I love to enjoy, to enjoy, to enjoy him.

Kenyi, begins to scream, like a desperate person, to moan, to enjoy, to bite me, to kiss me, until he makes a movement with his pelvis, then another and then another blow.

Kenyi ends up in me, like a protomacho animal, looks at me, pushes me, puts on his pants and leaves..., walking in the dark.

My pants are on the floor, I am introduced, he is inside me like never before, I am dilated, breathing deep, enjoying, feeling what he had left in me.

Minutes later, in silence, he abruptly withdraws...

...I rejoin, get dressed, and continue walking in the dark, until I glimpse the dance floor, I walk through it, open the door of the secret boutique, and leave, walking slowly, the streets are almost empty, the lights of the Grande Place, caress my face...

The drizzle over the city sculpts the passage of time among the stones of the deserted streets of caresses, without clocks and without hours.

Kenyi.

Invierno, Bruselas, 2011

Caminaba por la noche en Bruselas, me encuentro con unos amigos en la callecita rue Marche du Charbon, una típica callecita belga, que se encontraba en medio del barrio antiguo de la ciudad.

Eran aproximadamente las una de la madrugada de un jueves, decidimos salir, hacia una boîte que se encontraba cruzando el boulevard Anspach, era una disco gay de mala fama. Pero la música era muy buena. Llegamos, dejamos nuestros abrigos en el mostrador, y nos pedimos un trago…

Yo pedí una margarita, ellos otros tragos un poco mas fuertes.

Bailamos, nos reímos, criticamos, nos hicimos bromas, la noche transcurría, y cada uno de mis amigos, tomaron distintos rumbos, uno de ellos se fue, los otros creo que se fueron en busca del amor por los pasadizos de esa discoteca , en donde predominaban los afrodecendientes, la música africana estimulaba mi cuerpo, yo bailaba solo, cerca de la puerta de unos de esos laberintos que atravesaban los muros, por donde se perdían, como yo, en la oscuridad de la noche…, yo avanzaba y avanzaba con mis manos tocaba los muros, sus recovecos, una fila de hombres, de un lado y de otro, se encontraban parados, para poder mirar de cerca a aquellos que pasábamos caminando, casi en la oscuridad. En un momento el pasillo era mas y mas estrecho, cuando otro pasaba, tenias que aplacar el cuerpo contra los muros.

Sigo caminando, y en eso, siento un mano que toca la mía, me acerca a el, lo miro, y llego a vislumbrar por un rayo de luz, el rostro joven de un hombre africano, que estaba allí, escondido, llevaba unos jeans y una musculosa.

Kenyi era fuerte, sus brazos y su cuerpo robustos, su boca era muy jugosa, bella, carnosa, grande, era de una seducción abrupta, primitiva, sin igual, no tenias medias tintas, no era dulce, ni sensual, era sexy, así a lo bruto, era muy viril, muy macho, muy heterosexual y brutal. El era heterosexual, de la puerta para afuera, pero hoy y ahora, esta conmigo y yo lo gozo.

Me toma de la cintura, mi boca esta frente a su boca, me besa con su inmensa boca, yo lo beso, le toco su pija, la toca mi culo, comenzamos a besarnos yo me agacho, le desabrocho el cierre del pantalón y comienzo a chupar, una verdadera pija enorme, gruesa, grande, negrísima. Se la chupo, me la trago, abro mucho mi boca para poder metérmela hasta el fondo, yo estaba un poco borracho, desenfrenado, excitado por la situación. Me excita, que el sea tan fuerte, y brutal, me agarra del pelo, lo tira para atrás, me abre la boca con sus dedos, y con la otra mano, me mete nuevamente su pija dentro de mi boca. Se lo chupo, me atraganto, la cabeza de su pena llega hasta el fondo de mi garganta, el cierra y abre sus ojos por el placer que le provocaba mi boca.

Me toma de la nuca, me paro frente a el, me miro, me dio vueltas contra la pared, me desabroché rápidamente los pantalones como pude, el comienza a excitarse, se excita, esta muy caliente. Me toca el culo, las nalgas, se agacha, me las muerde, pasa su lengua por todo mi culo, especialmente dentro de mi ano, la introduce, me dilata, me humedece…grito de placer… me agarra la cintura, tira hacia atrás mi culo, el propina da algunas nalgadas, mete un dedo, luego otro y otro en mi ano
humedecido por su lengua, me masturba, me besa, ríe, me insulta, me sostiene, saca los dedos, y frota fuertemente la cabeza de su chota contra mi culo, muy fuerte, presiona y presiona, relajo mi cuerpo, y la gran verga negra de mi macho, entra hasta el fondo de mi, me siento atrapado, atravesado contra el muro, y este negro cogiéndome a su merced, gozando de mi culo… El comienza a penetrarme, yo temía, porque se que los chicos como Kenyi, gozan del acto sexual, durante horas y horas, no se si mi cuerpo lo resistiría.

Yo gozo, gimo, vibro, abro mi culo, golpeo mi culo contra su pelvis, para que su falo entre mas y mas, mi pene esta erecto, me toco, el doble placer me mata de goce.

El me besa, me agarra muy fuerte de la cintura, con sus dos grandes manos, su perfume era penetrante como todo el en mi. Comienza a bombear como un animal descontrolado, penetrándome incesantemente. Yo poso las manos muy firmemente contra el muro, el me posee, me desvirga una y otra vez, me dejo penetrar, no me resisto, a pesar del dolor que me provocaba su pija dentro de mi, pero lo cierto es que también me agrada, me encanta gozar, disfrutar, gozar de el.

Kenyi, comienza a gritar, como un desesperado, a gemir, a gozar, a morderme, a besarme, hasta hacer un movimiento con su pelvis, después otro y después otro golpe.

Kenyi acaba en mi, como un protomacho animal, me mira, me empuja, se pone sus pantalones y se va…, caminando en la oscuridad.

Mis pantalones están el piso, estoy introducido, él esta dentro de mi como nunca, estoy dilatado, respirando profundo, gozando, sintiendo lo que el había dejado en mi.

Minutos después, en silencio, el se retira bruscamente…

…Me reincorporo, me visto, y sigo caminando en la oscuridad, hasta vislumbrar la pista de baile, la atravieso, abro la puerta de la boutique secreta, y me voy, caminando lentamente, las calles están casi vacías, las luces de la Grande Place, acarician mi rostro…

La llovizna sobre la ciudad esculpe el paso del tiempo entre las piedras de las calles desiertas de caricias, sin relojes y sin horas.

Panagiotis: (English.)

Summer, Mykonos, Greece. 2010.

In the ancient and beautiful island of Mykonos, the houses are painted white, with their blue windows, as well as the churches, with their blue roofs, this island belongs to one of the mythical and beautiful Cyclades Islands, surrounded by a beautiful turquoise sea.

The twilight invites the tourists to expand in it, they sit on the terraces of the bars, toasting, until they see the sun set, they observe that unique spectacle, that twilight hour, it is as if the sky and the sun, made love, as if they loved each other eternally, drawing like this, painting like this, with halos of light and ochre brushstrokes, giving a unique and wonderful spectacle and.

At sunset, we would applaud and toast.

The streets of Mykonos are beautiful, narrow, the beaches and their white sands are paradisiacal...

I'm heading to the gay beach which is an island exclusively for gays. But on that beach, it was exclusively for gay men and no one else.

Mykonos is a special and unique place.


The sun set over the sea, painting with its rays the surface, the waves, the sea foam, and also the backs of some dolphins in the distance.

Everything was fire coloured, caramel coloured, beautiful reddish ochres, the paths of light over the water are a unique and unimaginable spectacle. The sun, caresses the white houses, the windmills.

I watched the twilight from a table in a bar, looking at the sea.

I had gone to the island alone, I was in a typical Greek boarding house, where a German lady, at least forty-five years old, with long blond hair, blue eyes, small, of an unparalleled sympathy, was taking care of me.

Petra, the owner of the boarding house, had married a Greek, her marriage lasted twenty years, her husband died, in an accident, her car broke down, falling inexorably to a cliff.

Petra was looking after her husband's mother. Her mother-in-law, was an old-fashioned woman, a Greek faithful to her origins and her genes, she was robust, wore a black mantilla, skirts down to the knees, had a very strong, authoritarian character. I watched her and laughed, with Petra we spoke a little German and English, she told me her stories.

The white walls of the terrace were like embroidery of Saint Rita, her lilac or violet flowers adorned all the walls of the pension. Like that, to the rest of the houses on the island.

Two days later, I meet an old, gay, elegant, beautiful man, about 65 years old, who invites me to have a drink with his Swiss friends.

I was looking at some scarves, in a small boutique, they were made of yarn and white cotton, pure. They were arranged on beautiful wooden shelves that contrasted with the white walls.

I look at the old man, he comes up to me and invites me to go with him. I accepted his invitation, we spent a nice evening, nothing more, nothing less, then later, his friends arrived, they were Swiss, and he imposed himself to speak French.

It was already late, and all the gays, who were having dinner or a drink in the center of the island, were running towards the courtyard of a small church, which was at the edge of the sea, many of them, were going behind that church, to look at the sea, even more closely and meet other men who also looked at the sea, besides looking at each other.

I discover with astonishment that it was a place of encounters, of kisses, of romance, of sex. I approach, to see, to be, and they were seen, several scenes, the couple who stood looking at the sea, others kissing, others practicing oral sex, or directly making love between the rocks.

The gays were jumping like goats from rock to rock, in search of pleasure, of love, under that summer breeze, which seemed to heal and forgive everything.

The next day, the Swiss gentleman invited me to the beach with his friends, they were more than beautiful, they were two adonis, perfectly sculpted by the gods. They were a gay style, where the perfect physique, muscles and the latest fashion brands abounded.

We arrived at the beach, after a short trip in a small boat.

I am on the beach, I decide to swim in the crystal clear waters of the Aegean Sea. I start swimming, the water is calm, naked men are swimming in the distance, diving, loving each other. The sun and the sailboats in the distance seemed to greet or fly between the sky and the sea...

I swim a lot, I arrive at some rocks, I rest, I was thirsty, the sun was hitting my face, in an overwhelming way. I looked for some shade, I swam to a small cave. There were several people, swimming, with half of the body, almost out of water, the cave had deep parts, others less deep, and also had a small beach.
I am there, just watching the lights that played between the rocks and the water.
In that, I see a man swimming towards me. He was young, he was about 29, I was 34. He approaches, greets me in Greek, I don't understand, he smiles.
The dialogue was more or less in English, he didn't speak it very well and I didn't understand him much, but I did understand his name, his name is Panagiotis, his hair was black, with long curls, generous, that almost reached his shoulders, he had a voluptuous, fleshy, reddish and splendid mouth, his nose turned up, almost perfect. Her eyes were a dream, very large, of an immeasurable deep blue colour.

Panagiotis was born in Mykonos, he was a tourist, his family owned an old vineyard and a house in front of the sea, which worked as a hotel for gays. We were talking and laughing. Then, little by little, we looked at each other, we looked at other men, who were around us, kissing each other in pairs, or more, kissing in trios with red mouths.

Panagiotis was very beautiful, he had a little belly, but I didn't mind, I liked him, his perverse smile, his seduction, his extreme sympathy and tenderness.

He comes closer, we are face to face, our bodies are, now almost floating.

He looks at me, caresses my lips. He asks my name.

-Alfonso," I answer.

He kisses me deeply, caresses me with his sex, rubs himself, moves his body, embraces me. He touches my buttocks, I look at him, I bring my mouth closer, and I start to kiss him passionately, I touch his member, I practice oral sex on him, I drown, I can't, I decide to abandon the task, but we keep on kissing, he touches my buttocks little by little, I touch his, he caresses with a finger the ring of my body ...he introduces me to a dance, of unmistakable kisses and caresses, he laughs. He bites my nipples, my neck, plays with my wet hair, kisses me with his tongue, plays with my lips, with my mouth, and I with his.

Our mouths join and disunite, like two fish or birds, he surrounds me, swims behind me, settles down leaning only against my body. He plays with his manly, erect, large, fleshy limb. He touches my buttocks, presses the head of his penis against the epicenter of my body, a little stronger, as if to introduce it into me, he doesn't succeed, I move.
He takes me with one hand from my neck, I move my pelvis, touching his with my buttocks, he takes me from my waist, with the other hand he touches his member, he grabs it firmly, to introduce his thick and powerful virile member, slowly my, inside me, between my buttocks, he begins to penetrate me like a water animal, like a man of water, he knew what he was doing ,get pleasure, and give pleasure to me, we kissed with passion, we made love.

In that instant, I feel another hand, I see another man very close to us, his body was voluptuous, he was about 50 years old, very handsome, maybe he was German or Irish, how could I know?, he came closer, he hugged us, his mouth was in front of mine, he started kissing Panagiotis, I am in the middle of that exciting situation, strange, beautiful, as if transported from the world, because in Mykonos and more in that beach, being gay was the norm.

The stranger kisses me, takes my hand towards his penis, I touch it, I caress it softly, as I can, I feel his body strong against mine. Panagiotis gets me and takes me, then he takes his sex out of me, the man goes behind me, caresses me, touches me, kisses me, I kiss him intensely. The man enters, he shakes me, I find myself between these two men, the young man and the adult, and I am there, in the middle, as if the past and the present embraced me.
Panagiotis kisses me, and the exotic tourist slowly swims away.
The two of us, we stay laughing, we keep kissing, making love, excited, impregnated with an instantaneous love.
Panagiotis and I, we swam to the beach, we sat down in front of the sea, we drank some water, and we stayed both alone, looking at that turquoise sea, its depths, the men who swam in the distance, the boats and the sailboats in the distance, seemed to greet us.

We stayed holding hands, or hugging each other, under the sun that now shines, illuminating them, under the ancient skies of the Aegean Sea.

嘴里: Panagiotis

夏天，希腊米克诺斯岛。2010.

在古老而美丽的米克诺斯岛，房屋被涂成白色，窗户是蓝色的，教堂也是蓝色的，屋顶是蓝色的，这个岛屿属于神话般美丽的基克拉迪群岛之一，周围是美丽的碧海。
暮色邀请游客在其中展开，他们坐在酒吧的露台上，敬酒，直到看到太阳落山，他们观察那独特的奇观，那黄昏时刻，仿佛天空和太阳，做了爱，仿佛他们永恒地爱着对方，这样画，这样画，用光晕和赭石的笔触，给人一种独特而美妙的奇观和。
夕阳西下时，我们会鼓掌、敬酒。
米克诺斯的街道美丽而狭窄，海滩及其白色的沙滩是天堂般的......。
我要去同性恋海滩，那是一个专属于同性恋的岛屿。但在那片海滩上，是专属于男同志的，没有其他人。
米克诺斯岛是一个特殊而独特的地方。

夕阳落在海面上，用它的光芒画出海面、海浪、海沫，也画出远处一些海豚的背影。
一切都是火色的，焦糖色的，美丽的红赭色的，水面上的光路是一种独特的，难以想象的奇观。阳光，抚摸着白色的房子，风车。
我在酒吧的一张桌子上看着黄昏，看着大海。
我一个人去了岛上，我在一个典型的希腊寄宿屋里，那里有一位德国女士，至少四十五岁，金黄色的长发，蓝色的眼睛，小小的，无比的同情心，正在照顾我。
寄宿所的主人佩特拉嫁给了一个希腊人，她的婚姻维持了二十年，她的丈夫死了，在一次意外中，她的车坏了，无可奈何地掉到了悬崖上。
佩特拉在照顾她丈夫的母亲。她的婆婆，是一个老式的女人，是一个忠于自己的出身和基因的希腊人，她很健壮，穿着黑色的曼蒂亚，裙子到膝盖，性格非常强势，专制。我看着她笑，和佩特拉一起我们说了一点德语和英语，她给我讲她的故事。
阳台的白墙就像圣丽塔的刺绣，她的丁香花或紫罗兰花装饰了养老院的所有墙壁。像这样，对岛上的其他房子。
两天后，我遇到一位年约65岁的老同志，优雅的美男子，他邀请我和他的瑞士朋友一起喝酒。
我在一家小精品店看了几条围巾，是用纱线和白棉做的，很纯。它们被摆放在漂亮的木质架子上，与白色的墙壁形成了鲜明的对比。
我看着老人，他走到我面前，邀请我一起去。我接受了他的邀请，我们度过了一个美好的夜晚，不多不少，后来，他的朋友来了，他们是瑞士人，他强行要求自己说法语。
已经很晚了，所有的男同志，都在岛中心吃晚饭或者喝酒，都在往一个小教堂的院子里跑，那是在海边的边缘，很多人，都在往那个教堂后面走，看海，甚至是更近的看海，遇到其他的男人，他们除了看海，也在看对方。

我惊奇地发现，那是一个邂逅、亲吻、浪漫、性爱的地方。我走近，去看，去被，他们被看到了，几个场景，站在海边看海的情侣，有的在接吻，有的在练习口交，或者直接在岩石间做爱。
同志们像山羊一样从一块石头跳到另一块石头，在那夏日的微风下，寻找快乐，寻找爱情，似乎可以治愈和原谅一切。

第二天，瑞士绅士邀请我和他的朋友们一起去海边，他们不仅仅是美丽，他们是两个被神完美雕琢的阿多尼斯。他们是一种同志式的风格，完美的体态、肌肉和最新的时尚品牌比比皆是。
我们坐着小船，经过短暂的旅行，来到了海边。

我在海滩上，我决定在爱琴海清澈的海水中游泳。我开始游泳，水面平静，远处裸体的男人在游泳，跳水，相亲相爱。阳光和远处的帆船仿佛在天空和大海之间打着招呼或飞翔......。
我游了很多地方，到了一些石头上，我就休息，我很渴，太阳打在我脸上，一发不可收拾。我找了一些阴凉处，我游到一个小山洞里。有好几个人，在游泳，有一半的身体，几乎脱离了水面，山洞有的地方很深，有的地方不太深，也有一个小沙滩。
我在那里，只是看着那些在岩石和水面之间播放的灯光。

在这其中，我看到一个人向我游来。他很年轻，大约29岁，我34岁。他走过来，用希腊语问候我，我不明白，他笑了笑

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第二天，瑞士绅士邀请我和他的朋友们一起去海滩，他们不仅仅是帅气，他们是两个被神完美雕琢的阿多尼斯。他们是两个被众神完美雕琢的阿多尼斯，他们是一种同志式的风格，在这里，完美的体态、肌肉和最新的时尚品牌比比皆是。
我们坐着小船，经过短暂的旅行，来到了海边。

我在海滩上，我决定在爱琴海清澈的海水中游泳。我开始游泳，水面平静，远处裸体的男人在游泳，跳水，相亲相爱。阳光和远处的帆船仿佛在天空和大海之间打着招呼或飞翔......。
我游了很多地方，到了一些石头上，我就休息，我很渴，太阳打在我脸上，一发不可收拾。我找了一些阴凉处，我游到一个小山洞里。有好几个人，在游泳，有一半的身体，几乎脱离了水面，山洞有的地方很深，有的地方不太深，也有一个小沙滩。
我在那里，只是看着那些在岩石和水面之间播放的灯光。

在这其中，我看到一个人向我游来。他很年轻，大约29岁，我34岁。他走过来，用希腊语跟我打招呼，我不懂，他笑了。
对话多少是用英语说的，他说的不是很好，我也听不太懂，但我听懂了他的名字，他叫帕纳吉奥蒂斯，他的头发是黑色的，长长的卷发，大方，几乎到了肩膀，他有一张丰满的嘴，肉嘟嘟的，红艳艳的，他的鼻子翘起来，几乎完美。她的眼睛是一个梦，非常大，是无法估量的深蓝色。

帕纳吉奥蒂斯出生在米克诺斯岛，他是一名游客，他的家庭拥有一座古老的葡萄园和一座临海的房子，作为同性恋者的旅馆。我们有说有笑。然后，我们一点一点地看着对方，我们看着周围的其他男人，他们成双成对地亲吻着对方，或者更多，红着嘴亲吻成三人组。
帕纳吉奥蒂斯非常漂亮，他有个小肚腩，但我不介意，我喜欢他，喜欢他反常的笑容，喜欢他的诱惑，喜欢他极度的同情和温柔。
他走近了，我们是面对面的，我们的身体，现在几乎是漂浮着的。
他看着我，抚摸我的嘴唇，问我的名字。
-阿方索，"我回答。
他深情地吻我，用性爱爱抚我，摩擦自己，移动身体，拥抱我。他摸着我的屁股，我看着他，我把嘴凑近他，我开始热烈地吻他，我摸着他的性器，我对他练习口交，我溺水了，我不行了，我决定放弃这个任务，但我们一直吻下去，他一点一点地摸着我的屁股，我摸着他的，他用手指爱抚着我的身体环......他给我介绍了一种舞蹈，无比的吻和爱抚，他笑了。他咬我的乳头，我的脖子，玩弄我的湿发，用舌头吻我，玩弄我的嘴唇，用我的嘴，我用他的嘴。

我们的嘴合在一起又分开，像两条鱼或鸟，他围着我，游到我身后，只靠着我的身体安顿下来。他玩弄着他那男子汉般勃起的大肉肢。他抚摸着我的臀部，将阴茎头顶在我身体的中心位置，稍稍用力，仿佛要将它引入我的体内，他没有成功，我动了。

他用一只手从我的脖子上抓住我，我移动我的骨盆，用我的臀部触碰他的，他从我的腰部抓住我，用另一只手触摸他的阴茎，他紧紧地抓住它，引入他的粗壮有力的阳具，慢慢地我的，在我的体内，在我的臀部之间，他开始插入我，像一个水的动物，像一个水的人，他知道他在做什么，得到快乐，并给我的快乐，我们激情地吻，我们做爱。

在那一瞬间，我感觉到了另一只手，我看到另一个男人离我们很近，他的身体很丰满，他大约50岁，很英俊，也许他是德国人或者爱尔兰人，我怎么知道呢，他走近了，他拥抱了我们，他的嘴在我的面前，他开始亲吻帕纳吉奥蒂斯，我处在那种激动人心的情境中，陌生，美丽，仿佛从世界上传送过来，因为在米克诺斯岛，更在那片海滩上，做同性恋是常态。

陌生人吻了我，把我的手伸向他的阴茎，我触摸它，我轻轻地爱抚它，因为我可以，我感觉到他的身体强壮地贴着我。帕纳吉奥蒂斯得到了我，然后他把他的性爱从我的身体里拿出来，那个男人走到我身后，爱抚我，抚摸我，亲吻我，我强烈地吻他。那人进来，他摇晃着我，我发现自己在这两个人之间，年轻人和成年人，我在那里，在中间，仿佛过去和现在拥抱着我。
帕纳吉奥蒂斯吻了我，异国游客慢慢游走了。
我们两个人，一直笑着，一直亲吻着，做爱着，兴奋着，浸渍着瞬间的爱情。

我和帕纳吉奥蒂斯，我们游到了海边，我们在海边前坐下来，我们喝了一些水，我们两个人都独自呆在海边，看着那碧绿的大海深处，远处游来游去的人，远处的船和帆船，似乎在互相打招呼一样

Carlos

Spring, Luján, Province of Buenos Aires, 1990

I remember... I was in my third year at the art school in a faraway, shameful town.
My painting teacher was a man in his forties, sophisticated, with a deep, strong voice, beautiful and velvety. He spoke to me about Kandinsky, I remember, about Turner's lights, about his exhibitions in several countries that he had visited.
I was 18 years old, my hair was long up to my shoulders, an air of freedom and hippism flooded me, painting, studying, there at that time, I was almost happy.

My work in the painting studio was not going very well, that's why Carlos, my teacher, made me stay very late in his workshop after class, so that I could practice even more.
For a month, we were alone, me painting, him teaching me, working, thinking.
One spring night, Carlos, my teacher, before his evaluation, makes me stay after class. I was a bit angry, because that night, I was scheduled to go home or else go out and go to the Poetics' house. Displeased, I agreed to stay, to paint and practice, on my easel.

We were alone, we could hear the laughter of some teachers and a few students, who were toasting and celebrating their exam results in the school garden.
The gardens of that school were flooded with trees, plants, flowers, jasmine, sculpture heads and plaster busts, adorning the courtyards with red tiles and their open galleries, where spring was appearing with its perfumes and its aromas, with its night breezes, caressing ideals of freedom, justice and peace.

Carlos, my teacher, approaches my easel, stands behind me.
Very close, I felt his voice echoing in the back of my neck, his powerful and intimate breath, warm, caressing my skin. He took my hand and led it slowly towards my picture, thus determining the shadows that I did not see, the lights that I had not previously glimpsed, before his indications.

Shyly, I looked at him, my face was close to his, his lips close to mine. In that instant I felt an unrestrained impulse, I looked at the painting again, my brush fell to the ground, nervously I bent down to pick it up, without realizing it, my body brushed against his, his pelvis brushed against my buttocks, I was paralyzed again, I rejoined him.

Carlos, my painting teacher, closes his lips, squeezes them, then his eyes, and I feel his fingers caressing my hair, my adolescent head, then the back of my neck very, very slowly. I was trembling with fear, with repressed pleasure, with embarrassment, with guilt.
I moved away from him, looked at him from afar, picked up my things and left.

The next day, Carlos, my teacher made me stay again, after class.
It was a Friday, the classmates were out of the classroom, I was in it, painting, listening to Argentine rock music. I was happy, painting, looking forward to it.
Two hours passed, and I was still working in silence, eager and disconcerted. I wanted him to look at my work, behind me, I in front of my painting, and he directing his hand towards me, I just wanted, needed to feel his masculinity again in my whole body, his deep voice caressing me, his reddish, perverse, intense lips, his whole mouth.

I look at him out of the corner of my eye, in that instant he looks at me, smiling with one of those grimaces, which say it all, a succulent grimace, flooded with desire and lust. In that instant, he comes closer. My heart starts beating stronger, I stay silent, I just ask him.
What do you think?

And he behind, in silence, begins again to caress my hair, my impoverished face, touches my back, my buttocks, and delicately walks away..., turns off one of the lights, locks the door, and comes back to my trembling body.
I sigh, he takes me by the waist again, his hands now surround my body, they surround him, my thin body, my little body lets itself go, he begins to kiss me, to caress me, subtly, delicately...

At that moment, I close my eyes, at the same moment in him, he begins to caress my buttocks, against his pelvis, and at that same moment, where he, begins to unbutton my pants, my shirt. He pulls down my pants, undresses me, kisses me, he unbuttons his pants, lets them fall, I can tell his penis is hard. I am scared, I am afflicted..., he takes my hand, he carries it until it touches the round, thick head of his virile member... I caress it, then the rest of his erect sex, implacable against my hand...
I feel his caresses on the back of my neck, his voice, his whispers. His almost obscene words, I'm shocked, thirsty for pleasure, I succumb to his spells.

He takes me by the neck, I bend down, he touches my mouth, my lips, my face with his member, he opens my mouth, I don't want and I want at the same time, I move away, he takes me, I get angry, he looks at me, he smiles, he kisses me, he forces me, I succumb, I open my mouth, I stick out my tongue, I take his sex, now he is inside my mouth. He would say, "It's a strawberry ice cream and I... I saw myself eating the strawberry ice cream

"It's a strawberry ice cream and I... I saw myself eating the strawberry ice cream and the meat ice cream, inside my mouth, against my lips, between my hands...

He takes me by the neck, I bend down, he touches my mouth, my lips, my face with his member, he opens my mouth, I don't want and I want at the same time, I move away, he takes me, I get angry, he looks at me, he smiles, he kisses me, he forces me, I succumb, I open my mouth, I stick out my tongue, I take his sex, now he is inside my mouth. He said to me, " It's a strawberry ice cream and I... I saw myself eating strawberry ice cream and meat ice cream, inside my mouth, against my lips, between my hands...

He calls me "My little boy", and he covers me with his intense, deep kisses, he turns me over, he licks me, he kisses me again, he talks to me, with his deep, velvety voice, I succumb... he puts me on all fours, he starts caressing my buttocks, very slowly, I feel his fingers touching my anus, he caresses me, he moistens me, I feel his penis leaning between my buttocks, he taps me in the middle of my anus, with the head of his penis.

He takes me by the waist again, opens my legs, takes me by the neck, turns my face, pulls out his tongue, kisses me, then slowly, I feel the inextinguishable pleasure of his tongue between my buttocks, I feel his tongue, his lips on my ass, in my anus, his black kiss is intense and deep as a distant night.

Then... little by little, I feel the head of your penis, enter slowly into me, I scream, whisper, breathe harder, I scream, pant, implore, it hurts, I feel the head of his penis in me, enter into me, slowly, very slowly, and he asking me if I like it, I do not answer. I make an abrupt movement with my hip, new my buttocks, with only one movement, backwards, I feel his pelvis touching my buttocks, and all his virile member is now inside me, in my body. Carlos, my teacher begins to penetrate me with sweetness, then with strength, with a lot of strength, he floods me with his body, he shakes, he groans, he screams, he tells me "you are my cute little boy, you feel like I am holding you, now you are mine".
He takes me by the hair, and I listen to him shout, he penetrates me, he enjoys my little body, he moans, he shouts, he makes an abrupt movement with his pelvis, until he finishes, until I feel his hot semen between my buttocks, he smiles, he says some inaudible words to me.

The night passes inevitably, the summer breeze dances through the galleries and the patios, through the gardens, they dance with the enormous plants, the heads of the sculptures look at us, the time and the memory of the men dissipate, in the warm air.

Now their lips are against mine, telling me forever, my adolescent love you belong to me.

"The Mouths: Jean Pierre" by Rodrigo M. Malmsten

I was in Paris that summer rehearsing an experimental play with French actors, a text I had written myself, which I wanted to stage at the Nesle theatre in the Saint Germain de Prés district. We were at the beginning of January, I was opening in March, I had little time, getting actors in Paris in the summer is very complicated.

I left the theatre, had a coffee, got up and went on foot to Le Pont des Arts, crossed over, walked through the Bastille, then went straight to Menilmontant, I was going to meet a young boy, a native of Marseilles, he owned a rehearsal room, where I would also find the actors to perform my play.
I met Benoît, the owner of the theatre, and we talked about the possibility of working together in the future.

I was living at the time in the Montmartre district, very close to the house of a great friend, an artist.
Montmartre is one of the most characteristic and beautiful districts of the city of Paris. It covers two very different areas; in the vicinity of the Place Pigalle, neon lights reign announcing an infinite number of bars, sex shops, cafés and some cabarets among which the famous Moulin Rouge stands out, the latter always being full of tourists.
By climbing 197 steps, or using the funicular, you can reach the beautiful bohemian Montmartre on the Place du Tertre, located at the top of the hill. That's where I lived.
It is one of the most pleasant and beautiful areas of the neighborhood, one can have dinner on a terrace, and enjoy the works of art of the artists, which are everywhere.

The small streets are many, they cross each other, the steep streets of the neighborhood lead to the Basilica of the Sacred Heart ( Sacre c?ur ), a splendid temple from which you get extraordinary views of the city.
The stairs under the basilica are usually full of tourists and Parisians, who go for a walk enjoying the climate, the bohemian atmosphere and the beauty of the neighborhood.

I used to have a drink at the Café Montmartre in the afternoon. Its facade is covered with wood, very elegant, bohemian, with its lanterns, and its tables on the terrace, with its wicker chairs, on the terrace.
I was sitting there, and I saw a young man singing a song by Edith Piaf.
The young man sings very well, he must have been about 32 years old.
He finishes singing, I applaud, I stand up, I approach him.

-Hello, how are you?-
-Very well and you?
-Would you like a drink?
- Yes, thank you.

His name was Jean-Pierre, he was born in Paris, he was an actor, he was only 32 years old, he lived with other friends, in a small apartment in the Bastille district.
We sat down.

I stretch out my hand, and I say to him.
-Alfonso. I'm happy to answer.
-Jean-Pierre. How do you do?

We were talking, we asked for wine, a cheese board, to accompany the afternoon, after all we were making the aperitif.
The hours passed, drinking, reading poems, watching the sunset, we were there until late at night.
Jean-Pierre, is very nice, funny, his eyes are big, greenish, his hair is light brown, long, his complexion is very white, his mouth is well formed, voluptuous. He was an advanced student of theatre, had a good presence, sang well, spoke eloquently in public.

I decided to invite him to my house, my intention was to show him the play, which I wanted to stage in Paris, and that to do it, I was missing 3 actors.
Jean-Pierre accepted. We arrived, climbed four flights of stairs, and went in.
The dome we see from outside my building is where I live. My apartment is in a dome, it's wide, it has windows on all sides, it's in a corner. It's very bright, from one of the windows, you can see, the sacre c?ur and the Tour Eiffel.
We arrive, I pour you a glass of wine, I give you your glass, I put Nina Simone. I sit down, and we start a dialogue.
I watch him, he is very sensual, nice. I feel a bit intimidated, I let him talk.
We read the synopsis of the play, we talk about his character, the weather, we talk about the opening dates. And the possibility of working together.
I give him the play, translated into French, he takes it in his right hand...

Our fingers brush against each other, and we watch our hands approach, caress each other, walk around, discover each other.
Then we slowly approach each other, until our mouths are facing each other, just a few inches apart, I discover his hand again, I hold on to it, and we kiss each other subtly, gently, slowly and delicately.

I feel her tongue, which travels across the night horizon towards mine. I embrace him, he embraces me, we kiss passionately, we throw ourselves on the couch, we undress as we can. I touch him, he touches me, I give him some kisses, while I masturbate him, I brush his buttocks with my hands, I dilate him, I kiss him in the center of his lips, I kiss his eyes, while I touch him.


I discover his skin, I caress it, I kiss him again. His skin is smooth as velvet, his hair is soft, smells like lavender, his ass is beautiful, round, strong, I force him to give me oral sex. I smell him, I feel him, I turn him over, I slap him on his buttocks, between his buttocks, I put him on all fours, I practice a long black kiss. He moans, he enjoys, he vibrates, he throbs. He goes crazy.
Now, he is very open, to the mystery of pleasure, I caress him with the head of my virile member, his buttocks.

...I take him by the waist, I start to penetrate him, he screams, cries, enjoys, I take him slowly, hard, opening his buttocks, so that my pelvis, is closer and closer to mine. And my penis is well inside, penetrating it.
I fuck him, I have him, he's mine, he moves, he moves his body against mine, I feel his ass that makes him enter, more and more my dick inside his body, it continues, it moves, I shiver, I vibrate, until I finish, on his buttocks. He masturbates, sitting in front of me. I kiss him, I kiss him with fury, with passion, with fire,
while two fingers of my right hand are inside Jean-Pierre, to make him enjoy, while I, say some indecent words to him... My tongue runs along his lips, he ejaculates, shouting of pleasure, freedom and abandonment.

We take a deep breath, drink some wine.

Then we kissed, we stayed in bed, I lit a joint, we both smoked, until we fell asleep, hugging each other, deeply.

Jean-Pierre and I traveled in the time of love, which travels in another time, where the mouths meet, lost and unavoidable. To erase cliffs, to inhabit the nights, to be flooded with solitude, or to fall in love, under the light of the moons of Montmartre, which penetrate inexorably through the windows of that blue painted dome.