E 'erection of mind, that of Bubi.
An emotional turmoil, a spark ...
Bubi's colleagues, friends and acquaintances homosexuals. But it's never been a potential partner, here. What test Dario is a thrill of delight and dismay. How can live an exciting complicità con Dario? Impossibile!
Non è vero, non è impossibile, pensa Bubi quando ormai è a casa, nel suo letto, solo. Dario l’ha riaccompagnato alle 4 del mattino, serenamente, allegramente, senza aver tentato un approccio. Eppure c’era una carica erotica strabiliante in quello stato di grazia dei sensi, delle parole, degli sguardi…
Maturo, lucido e accorto, Dario. Ha saputo calibrare bene i colpi e frenare al momento giusto. Ha lasciato che fosse Bubi a immaginare, a rimuginarci su, a restare in fermento e in ansia…
Bubi could have invented almost everything, have misinterpreted, have come to wrong conclusions! Dario has not hinted at his homosexuality, has not made explicit sexual advances to Bubi, has only played well with the ambiguity and seductive.
Bubi is not a fool. Bubi is one that masturbation is not just cerebral, sometimes. Bubi knows that with Dario is a meeting that will not easily forget.
Just before going out with Darius had received an invitation to be very attractive, one of those who Bubi crazy. The charming creature spotted one day in the pool with Julius had not done a ride just to get her phone number and came up to "see if the first impression is the right one!" ... The bite ideal for Bubi.
But now he could not concentrate on, he did not want to set your alarm and reached in the pool as she had suggested. He wanted to sit on him with questions about him and Darius, on the prospect of deep harmony almost loving, on that precious glimpse of another truth ...
Questo stuzzicava Bubi: l’altra verità. Quello spazio di intimità non goduta eppure entrata prepotentemente nella sua carne e nella sua anima. Quella possibilità di osare e volere qualcosa che non apparteneva al suo bagaglio di certezze culturali o umane. Quella dimensione di pulsioni un po’ stravaganti, un po’ deliranti, un po’ sconvolgenti.
Forse non avrebbe mai fatto sesso con Dario. Forse non avrebbe mai fatto sesso con un uomo. Ma Bubi non voleva negare che aveva provato una sintonia speciale e un trasporto intenso. Era una questione di emozioni, puramente di emozioni! Le persone e le situazioni possono intrecciarsi in modi almost unbelievable ... There are moments and almost uncontrollable conditions, times and places where anything can happen. By magic, almost. Why do people have heart, head, belly rolls ... they are inextricable complications, Shine, misery, virtue and aspirations.
And Bubi wrong to shrug and store that thunderbolt.
wanted to sit in the storm of hormones and philosophies, between smiles and concern. To go between its innermost and perhaps rough folds. Dario had put him in front of what used to dodge: the ineluctable fate combinations impenetrable ...
seemed to take each day, Bubi. But in reality that was the way to plan his adherence to a project: to take life by biting, adrenaline adrenaline after woman on woman. Without the panic of fixed points. Without the risk of agonies.
Darius was living proof of the fragility of the plans, intentions, of the barricades: the storms of passion can make a clean sweep. Intoxication may raise much stronger psychological resistance. They can also open a gate in the dark and offer a view of fireworks!
Bubi not discovered emotionally shaken by Darius. Nor is fiercely attracted, no, dear readers. Darius was only a pick, the lever to open the chest in short. Bubi in his hands his wretched stubbornness, his capricious desires, its dangerous weaknesses, its fantastic quality. And we wallowed in it, with some suffering but also with relief ...
Dario had set in motion more suggestions of an army of females.
Many women, not women: a crude but effective concept that Bubi had expressed several times. Because after the collection had diminished very easy to value women for Bubi. Not going to confess anything, maybe he has not clearly disclosed even to himself, but it is said Pedro.
From the vigil with the accelerating rhythm of sleep spend almost two hours. Bubi falls asleep at dawn.
And the dreams, sometimes sticky like flies when the sky brings rain, does not ease the tingling physical and spiritual Bubi wakes up drenched in sweat at noon, in the ferment of instincts and numbness in motor . A tragicomic contradiction of feelings ...
CONTINUA
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