Hungry Tales: The Photographer (5) Finished

And out of the darkness came the light! I didn't know what was happening to me; I looked around and saw myself on a beautiful, warm, sunny day; I was lying naked on a comfortable sunbed on a beautiful, deserted beach; the sand was sparkling with the sunbeams and the sea highlighting the blue tones of the ocean in front of me; I didn't know how I got there or what I was doing; the last thing on my mind was the darkness and the pain. I looked around not knowing what to look for, or if there was anything to look for. Suddenly, I saw someone coming out of the sea and walking towards me; I strained my eyes a little to distinguish the ethereal figure advancing towards the sand and when I caught a glimpse my heart was filled with joy; it was Amora, my wife; as she approached I trembled to see her as beautiful and exuberant as ever; her nakedness of generous and curvilinear forms had always excited me since the first time we met and her charming smile had always fascinated me. She came close to me and knelt beside the sink, staring at my face with her face lit up. -Love, my love! ..., did I die? Is that it? <unk> I asked in an anxious tone waiting for an answer that didn't come, because she just looked at me and smiled. I insisted on the question a few more times, but I realized that there would be no answer; I felt like crying and my eyes got wet; I didn't care if I had died or not, I just wanted to know what would become of me from then on. "Don't cry, my love! ..., no, you didn't die!" she finally replied, stroking my tempora. -It's not your time yet! <unk> she went on kissing my forehead <unk> You still have a lot to live ..., live moments as happy as ours were ... -But then, why am I here with you? I interrupted her with a questioning expression. -I came to you ..., I needed to tell you to live <unk> she answered still smiling and with an enthusiastic tone <unk> You are not alone ..., and never will be ..., just embrace life and do not let it run away from you ... It was at that moment that I heard a more insistent tone of voice and the sunlight disappeared without warning replaced by the artificial light of a lamp that hurt my closed eyebrows; I slowly opened my eyes and in front of me was a nurse. "How good! You have woken up! How are you feeling?" she asked in a friendly tone. As I tried to answer she explained to me that she was in a hospital and that she had been brought there by a rescue vehicle that found me lying in a square without clothes or documents. To hear her talk about me was still something unusual, because a series of questions hung over my mind, leaving me much more confused and upset. Some time later a doctor came to our meeting and gave a technical explanation about what had befallen me; he said that in addition to having ingested a hallucinogenic substance I had bruises all over my body and rectal bleeding as a result of abuse which imposed a small surgical intervention that remained satisfactory. Finally he said that a police officer was waiting for my recovery so that he could give him a statement since there were indications that I had been a victim of robbery and rape; after all this avalanche of information doctor and nurse withdrew from the room leaving me to rest still with a disturbed mind. Days later I gave my testimony to the police investigator, but omitted details related to the disastrous adventure I had participated in as well as names and places, leaving everything in the realm of doubt. He replied that I was alone when I was found, because I asked him if there was anyone else with me remembering poor Rodney who had also been victimized by the same tormentors. Herculaneum came to my aid when I was able to contact him and helped me leave the hospital and return to my apartment. For a few weeks I had the support of an agreed "Home Care" and was still looking for Rodney without success; one day he called me and asked if he could see me, a request with which I agreed immediately. When he arrived the bruises on his face and some deep cuts on his arms confirmed that just like me he had also been punished to the extreme. Together, we thought of denouncing Jonas and Evandro, but soon gave up, because we had no proof of what happened. Rodney told me that after the torture he still remained under the yoke of the torturers in a kind of captivity in an unknown place and that they tried to get rid of me with the help of comparsas taking me to such a square where I was found and continued abusing him for a few more days until they released him without more or less in an unknown avenue during the night; they left him naked and full of small abrasions and other injuries being that a guy who was driving by the place decided to rescue him by referring him to an emergency room. I saw in his eyes not only sadness and regret, but also shame for having drawn me into that dark trap; I comforted him by stating that we were both victims and that there was no reason for remorse. We visited each other for a long time until we recovered enough to exchange kisses and caresses. However, all that experience combined with the vision I had during the hospital stay had made our relationship somewhat distant and uninspiring and over time we ended up distancing ourselves until we lost contact. Weeks later I learned from Herculaneum that the academy had closed its doors and that the owner had disappeared fleeing the mass of creditors who were in pursuit and also some police denunciations, which made me very happy. From all this my life returned to the sluggishness of before, with me resuming my walks and enjoying the days of solitude in the best possible way; from time to time I remembered the phrase of Amora to embrace life and not let it run away from me; but how was it possible to do this if in my mind only one person tied me to a past that I did not want to forget? How to go forward alone and without enthusiasm? These were the questions that tormented me. However, one day, listening to Bizet's aria Habanera, I felt a kind of nudge in my mind; "Love is a rebellious bird that no one can tame!" said the lyrics that I had already memorized for the many times I had heard it in every way. That's what I felt inside me a rebellious bird urging me to enjoy his flight with the person I wanted so much; I immediately looked at the list of contacts on my cell phone until I found Evaristo's phone; I thought a thousand times before calling and finally did it! The call rang persistently until it fell into the mailbox; and I did not have the courage to leave a message hating me for having made the call; he certainly knew that it was mine that number and did not want to answer me; I regretted all the mistakes of my life and once again tears were stubbornly rolling down my face. Right after dinner that same day, I was watching television when my phone vibrated; my heart almost jumped out of my mouth when I saw that the call was from him! "Hi, dear! Forgive me for the delay in returning, because I was in a friend's studio and I left my phone here in the apartment ..., is everything all right with you?" he said in a soft and kind tone of voice leaving me lethargic for a few minutes still trying to believe that it was true. Finally, I managed to answer saying that everything was fine and that I wanted to know about him and his life. Evan (that's how I started treating him), told me that he was living in Brussels where he owned an apartment and worked as a Latin American art critic and also sculpting, painting and consulting; he spoke with great fluency and enthusiasm and I could feel in his tone of voice a hint of joy with my contact; we talked for more than an hour until an uneasy silence formed. - Listen ..., in a few weeks I will travel there - he said breaking the silence - Could we meet to have a chat? -But of course I do! <unk> I responded impetuously trying to disguise my euphoria <unk> Just let me know that I'll pick you up at the airport! ..., that is ..., if you want ... - Yes, I want to! I'm looking forward to it! <unk> he interrupted in a high-pitched tone <unk> As soon as everything is settled, I'll let you know OK? We said goodbye without wanting to do so and I was still stunned at the possibility of seeing Evan even just once more without nurturing any hope of a new beginning for both of us. In the days that followed what fed my soul was the possibility of seeing that caring, seductive and engaging man again allowing me to have a kind of survival after the disaster. And when my hopes ran down the drain of disbelief he sent a message informing the date of his arrival and other data. "I hope you can go!" he wrote at the end. On the appointed day I looked like a teenager on the verge of a nervous breakdown such was my anxiety; walking back and forth in the wide hallway that preceded the international landing I could not wait to review Evan and thought about everything I needed to say to him; as soon as I saw him waving to me I lost all notion of what to say or do; he approached bringing a small suitcase in one of the hands and as soon as it was possible we embraced affectionately ..., yes ..., and just that for him as much as I have always worshipped discretion in public places. However, as soon as we got into my car, Evan held my face in his hands, bringing his lips to mine; it was an intense and ambitious kiss that had been going on for so long that our mouths seemed to swallow each other as we were being towed; we only broke up because we were out of breath and ended up laughing at our euphoric outburst. On the way to my apartment, Evan tried to sketch out a few words to explain the reasons why he had left me after what had happened to Luka, but I gently interrupted him. I walked around a few yards to a gas station where there was a convenience store. And it was inside the car that I resumed the conversation. -Listen ... I was an idiot! <unk> I said cutting his words <unk> I acted without thinking and on top of that I didn't have any morals to take that position ..., we both acted thoughtlessly and we were forced to assume the consequences of our mistakes ..., what we need now is to define what we want for our future ... -If there's one thing I'm sure I want is you! <unk> He interrupted me by anticipating my words <unk> Yes, we were wrong! ..., but, I don't want to be wrong or right anymore if I'm far from you! Then an avalanche of feelings and expectations swept over our bodies tormented by each other's absence, and were it not for the fact that we were still in a public place, we would surely have loved each other right there. As soon as we entered my apartment some time later and began to undress with feverish and extravagant gestures still exchanging kisses and caresses; Evan threw me on the sofa and separated my legs falling from my mouth into my member whose rigidity was something surprising even to me! He licked me and sucked with the greed of a hungry man while poking my little seal with my fingers leaving me even more excitable. I begged him to let me do the same and after staring at me with a burning look he turned his body allowing me also to enjoy the taste of his rigid and pulsating member inside my mouth; around us nothing else mattered; neither time nor space nor even the frenzy that drove us, for we were driven by an excessive and repressed desire for a long time. Evan stood up only to kneel between my thighs lifting my legs and holding them by the ankles while allowing myself to manipulate his stick by brushing it all over my groin before pointing it in the desired direction; and already in the second blunt pelvic movement I felt his speech breaking the resistance of my seal lacing it and moving forward resolutely; Evan penetrated me little by little savoring each stroke and smiling as he saw me full of expectation for more. Soon we were copulating with him, stroking fiercely, listening to my groans and manipulating my instrument that pulsated in his hand; I had never seen him so excited without any sign of cooling off, stroking and smiling, smiling and masturbating until after a long time he announced the arrival of his climax. It was a mutual enjoyment celebrated with groans and sighs, and I still experienced his caudal orgasm flooding my bowels while he ejaculated, projecting jets of sperm that soon fell, licking my belly. With sweat bursting through all our pores, we remained prisoners of our rage, and I delighted in Evan leaning over me, exchanging kisses and caresses as his member slowly faded before escaping out of me; we rested just long enough for a refreshing shower and rushed to my room, lying on the bed and resuming endless kisses and caresses; I asked him to stay on his lap and put myself in a position that would allow me to separate his buttocks and lick his orifice that corresponded with voluntary contractions. I rubbed my already stiffened member against Evan's flow and began a meticulous penetration enjoying each stroke leaning over his body to bite his neck listening to his moans and sighs; and the instant I found myself fully engulfed within him feeling the contractions of the little laced seal biting my member I could not resist moaning in his ear confiding a "I love you" full of sweet sincerity. After some time he insisted that we take the "puppy" position that allowed him to match my movements by throwing himself backwards again and again; I was enthralled not only by the copulation that was truly amazing, but even more by the realization of all that a new life meant to me, just as I longed to be him! And once again, we reached the climax at the same time, collapsing into bed, sweaty, exhausted, but full of happiness; and so the night progressed over the day, and soon after it was overcome by the sun that found us still enjoying a mutual pleasure filled with kisses, caresses, and everything else we had longed for. And in the days that followed, we turned my apartment into our secret refuge, and my room served as a delirious confinement cell. When we were hungry, we asked for snacks and meals through apps, but the only hunger that didn't satisfy was the one that vibrated in our bodies and our souls. One morning I was awakened by Evan's always eager mouth tasting my nipples and coming in search of my lips; after a long kiss he asked me if I would accept an invitation to spend the weekend at a lodge in the mountains; I smiled and answered that next to him I would go anywhere. That same afternoon we packed our bags and set off towards the lodge of one of his friends. It was a charming and very cozy place with several chalets scattered in an area just above the foot of a mountain where we enjoyed good wines, great meals and overwhelming nights. Evan led me to a clearing just above the inn where a waterfall cast its veil of crystal-clear water over a clear lake that reflected the sun's rays in a kind of living mirror; as soon as we arrived he undressed and threw himself into the lake calling for me; we swam for some time until he led me to one of the edges where we lay down on the warm grass. Evan wasted no time in rubbing my member that already presented an insinuating erection and presenting me with a delicious blowjob. Shortly afterwards he put me to one side and clung to my body, brushing his pulsating limb between my buttocks; knowing his intentions I raised one leg and used my hand to pull the buttocks, leaving my seal hostage to his impetuosity; Evan cleansed the area by smearing it with his saliva and came with his juicy tool to prick until it penetrated me emphatically; he struck and at the same time pinched my nipples and tongued my ear and also my neck, urging me to accompany him by masturbating myself with hallucinatory gestures. It was a reciprocal enjoyment full of a unique and special complicity. That evening, as we were eating, Evan whispered something into the ear of the landlord who stared at me and smiled; I was uncomfortable with that scene, but when the first chords of "You are my sunshine" in the unmistakable voice of Johnny Cash took over the environment I felt present listening to the melody and enjoying the tender and warm look of Evan who after a few minutes approached me extending his hand where a small case lay; when I opened it I was blown away seeing the pair of rings in dark titanium that rested inside. He then took one of them and asked for my hand placing it on my ring; a little trembling and hesitant I returned the gesture and suddenly we were surprised by a wave of palms from the present. 'Come with me to Brussels!' he asked some time later when we were having coffee on the veranda of our cottage enjoying a lush moon reigning absolute darkness. I did not answer, preferring to smile and kiss him; remembering Amora, I was sure that I would go with him anywhere; by his side I know that he would be happy and I would do everything to make him happy; we returned to the city and after some hurried preparations we bought the tickets. And again in that same airport boarding hall, I took a deep breath before entering the customs area; Evan held my hand and smiled; we set off towards our future and in it there was no place for sadness, for love was our certainty!