"He's not a gifted child".

(small stories ... great adventures) Subject without notion! Walter was awakened in the morning by the first rays of sunshine that invaded the room of his apartment in the neighborhood of the sumaré, hurting his eyes and alerting his mind to the huge hangover that had been announced since forever. He got up and was staggering to the bathroom. He urinated without knowing very well if he was hitting the target. It took more than forty seconds until the jet of urine stopped flowing. He gave a discharge and looked in the mirror confronted with a wrinkled face and deep eyelids. He concluded <unk> obviously <unk> that the previous night had been another <unk> of slicing<unk>. It took him a while to realize that he was completely naked, noticing some reddish marks on his chest and some others on his back. He shrugged and turned on the shower with the firm intention of taking a comforting bath. The water ran down his body and he began to feel a little better. After a while, he took a soft sponge and smeared it with the liquid soap beginning a careful massage of the body. Everything seemed calm, ... until Walter felt a huge pain at the same time as the sponge passed through his anus, ... it was an uncomfortable pain! He was surprised and let the hot water run over the area, causing more pain accompanied by an inexplicable burning. The boy was a little worried, but thought that the best thing to do was to finish his bath and then make an analysis of what had happened. While he was drying himself, he passed the towel over the area and was frightened when it came back stained with blood! Walter was seized by despair and anguish, ... after all, he did not know what was happening and after drying himself he returned to the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking, ... trying to remember what had happened last night. Without noticing, he looked at the little table beside the bed and noticed a small folded piece of paper lying on it. Instinctively, he picked up the piece of paper and opened it. It was a thank-you note that, although warm and relaxed, caused the boy an initial enormous sense of surprise, followed by a brutal charge of hatred. "It was worth it, my dear, ... until you finally came out of the closet, ... kisses from Octavio"; but who was Octavio? And what note was that, after all? How so, come out of the closet! Walter's mind was only questions without answers, ... only the pain in his anus denounced that the worst had happened, ... but what really happened? Knowing the urban legend that says that most drunks don't remember what happened in previous moments, Walter also knew that this had never happened to him, ... he always remembered the recent past, the delicious steps with the "piriguetes" that thundered in his way in the endless nights of drinking. He even had a collection of panties to prove his male voracity, ... so, ... it was either a play played by some friend, or he was another victim of the "good night, Cinderella", another urban legend in which she had no faith. Yet another item deposited on the same table caused the boy's memory to be struck by a bolt of lightning that caused him to be amazed mixed with despair and a deep sense of shame as a vanquished male. Immediately, the images came to the surface, and he could remember exactly what had happened last night, and a real flashback began to run through his mind, something so vivid and so real that he was unable to believe it was the truest truth. It all started like it always does: end of expedient, ... trendy bar, company of friends and some girls, ... and drinking, ... a lot of drinking! Walter really abused his limits and the mixture of fermented with distilled ended up taking its toll, ... the boy was <unk>pra there of Baghdad<unk>; he had gone over the top and his head was spinning while he laughed foolishly and enjoyed the circle of friends and girls, ... in fact, he was very interested in a brunette with long hair and body sculpted in gym whose lips seemed to call him provocatively who was sitting at the next table. Walter thought that, that night, it would go well, ... he would end up in that bed with delight sucking his breast while he sucked on those silicone breasts. And it was in this atmosphere that Walter realized that he was being watched, ... there were eyes peering at him, ... and even without knowing the origin of that look he was attentive (who knows, maybe it was something better than the available brunette). He took a few more beers, and continued to tease the brunette, sure that that stop was already won. In fact, he was right. It didn't take long for him and Nicole (that was the piriguete's name) to be in full swing (that throw of the "hand in this and that in the hand!<unk>), and even knowing that his self-control had already gone beyond, Walter did not hesitate to invite the delicious brunette to continue that hook in his apartment, ... a proposal that was immediately accepted by Nicole. Unable to drive his own car, he decided to leave it there and took a taxi with Nicole to his apartment. As soon as they entered the elevator, the boy went on the attack, grabbing the brunette by the waist and sucking on her smelly neck. Nicole reacted by lowering one of her hands and grabbing the boy's half-soft, half-hard cock, pressing it over his pants, taking the opportunity to examine whether that volume was worth a night of fiery sex. Walter had already found a way to expose Nicole's nipples and his tongue strolled over the slightly stuffy nipples, while his partner had also had a knack for putting his member out of his pants by applying a forceful punch in order to bring him out of the half-bomb state. They entered the boy's apartment and immediately stripped off their suits, leaving the foreplay aside and setting off for the hand-to-hand fight. Walter did not lose himself in useless ramblings and as soon as he put the girl on the sofa he penetrated her with improvised vigor <unk> since the alcohol was taking its toll! - stocking that vagina with fast and half-disorderly movements. Unfortunately, the orgasm came without warning, and the boy ejaculated inside the girl who was not able to hide his disappointment. Walter rushed over Nicole, feeling defeated by alcohol and the feeling of irreversible defeat. He felt tired, ... exhausted for the sake of the truth, since alcohol and sex do not combine (never!), until he gave in to the premeditated effort, falling into a deep sleep. He awoke suddenly, when he sensed that something had happened. With his eyes clouded by sleep and drunkenness he caught a glimpse of Nicole's face on which he was lying, feeling his body warm and firm. The girl was firmly holding the boy's arms, while her legs were crossed over his, giving him a blow that left him trapped in his body. And it was at that moment that Walter sensed that same look that had pursued him in the bar hours before. The boy felt as someone approached from behind him kneeling and licking his buttocks voraciously and appetizingly. Each licking caused a stirring in the boy's body and a boundless excitement invaded every pore of his skin making him vibrate with excitement. And that feeling of boundless caresses would have lasted much longer had it not been for its immediate replacement by the rubbing of a hard, throbbing piece of flesh. Walter well tried to look back, but Nicole, realizing his intent, tried to immobilize him further by squeezing her arms over the boy's shoulders at the same time as her muscular legs twisted a wrenching motion, pressing on Walter's knees, causing him some pain. Walter well tried to get rid of that woman and her legs and arms fashioned from long daily hours of gymnastics, but soon realized that it would all be in vain <unk> even because beyond the alcohol of sleep, there was something else disturbing his ability to discern <unk> he could only hear a panting breath accompanying that itch that walked up his ass announcing that she was about to lose her analgogy. He felt the weight of a body on his own as the subject's pelvis adjusted for possible penetration. He then heard a masculine, sensual voice whisper in his ear that it would be much better if he relaxed and enjoyed the moment. Walter was in total despair and looked at Nicole almost begging for help. Yet it seemed that the girl was enjoying the whole thing and that she was the mentor of what was about to happen; she had a mocking smile on her lips and just interrupted him to say that the most she could do was kiss him while the inevitable happened. Scarcely had Nicole finished uttering this sentence when Walter felt that the subject behind him had begun the sacrifice. The boy wanted to scream when he felt the enormous swollen glans tear at his ass, ... it was an unbearable pain that seemed to tear inside him like a hot and sharp knife, ... but Nicole's excited gaze operated a resistance that Walter did not even know he possessed; he looked at the girl while his executioner continued with his "work". Walter had no idea of the size of his aggressor's roll, but with each advance he felt that the pain became more acute and violent. And in a few minutes, the subject had successfully completed his intent; Walter felt defeated, humiliated, defeated and betrayed <unk> all at once <unk> and thought that after that the best thing would be to die. However, his torture was not yet over, as the subject began vigorous movements back and forth, penetrating that desire with a voluptuousness that Walter did not even suppose to exist. The pain was at its height of bearable, and the young victim of circumstance imagined that he would succumb to the punishment being inflicted upon him. The only consolation were Nicole's wet kisses and the sweet sensation of her warm body beneath him, serving as an inexplicably pleasant comfort. And just at that moment, Walter realized that, little by little, the pain was being overcome by an enormous sensation of pleasure, ... it was something indescribable, that even though it seemed an aggression, it became little by little, a sweet excitement! His partner's movements became more intense and energetic, and Walter offered no more resistance, ... on the contrary, he shook his pelvis in order to rhythm the received movements. Although he could not believe it, Walter was feeling hot from all this. Nicole's voice sounded soft, ironic and in a state of ecstasy, ... she also felt horny with that guy raving about his prey, and it seemed that, for her, it was better than an orgasm or a good climb! Walter, surprised and astonished at the whole thing, and even feeling humiliated by the crap he was being subjected to, could not believe the extreme sensation of pleasure it was causing him; and more: even as he felt a huge roller tearing his ass, he was also able to feel an erection make itself present with the same intensity of growing erection and making his dick swell and pulse in an incoherently manly and masculine way. In that disconcerting moment, Walter felt Nicole's sketch brush against his roll, more like a mouth begging him to swallow it as quickly as possible. Everything was insane, absurd, incomprehensible, ... but at the same time delicious, provocative, obscene and exciting! Walter felt the roll of his rapist going in and out of his anus and his hips becoming, little by little receptive, responding to the movements and enjoying to the fullest the sensation that was being provided. Nicole, in turn, had relaxed the imprisonment of Walter's limbs and now took advantage of her roll also erect, grabbing her partner by the shoulders and making that pulsating box invade her vagina the way it should be. And there was a moment when those three bodies seemed but one: Walter being enraptured by his unknown executioner, at the same time as he penetrated Nicole's mouthpiece, sucking her stuffy nipples and holding her by the waist as she nailed her shoulders, back and hips. They all groaned, ... they were groans of pure pleasure and pure ecstasy, ... excitement was not a sufficient word to describe what was happening; it was something beyond, something that united bodies and desires in a single goal, that made the movements of one the muscular spasms of the other. Walter no longer cared about that prick penetrating his, since the pleasure completely suppressed the previous pain. That union, at least unusual, lasted for some time, until everyone <unk> at the same time <unk> began to shout announcing that the orgasm was very close. And when Walter ejaculated inside Nicole, he felt the hot, viscous broth invade his bowels, hearing the voice of his partner warning that he was also enjoying himself intensely and called the boy his best male! When it was all over, when there was nothing but weariness and the sweet victory of pleasure, the three of them lay motionless, asleep in the same position they were, more like a sandwich of lustful, sweaty, fully rewarded human flesh! The Epilogue Walter kept looking at the bedside table as if lost, and when the memories had already returned to the world of the subconscious he reached out his hand and grabbed the object that had served as a mnemonic reference. He fixed his gaze on that steel bracelet with a plate inscribed with the name <unk>Otavio<unk>, ...Otavio! His cousin who he had always thought was nothing more than a <unk>small girl with no future<unk>, ...Otavio the guy who had deflowered Walter's ass while showing him a new, hitherto totally unknown universe, ...Otavio, the one who had made his cousin's sex life an experience to be re-learned daily. Walter looked at the floor where Nicole's dental floss was lying and realized that there was something inside of it. He took it in his hands and immediately realized that there was something written in hydrographic pen above his brand name tag, ... it was a cell phone number and a word, ... just one word: "Call me".