Sciatica Using Tampons

Luca

between Gold and the pills had been Luke. When their story was over, Luke had written a letter to the boy. Or rather a little book filled with colorful pages of recycled paper.

"I loved you so much." Thus ended. With a recent past that the boy seemed so remote. I barely remember what he looked like Luke. Thank goodness on a page of paper was glued to the ocher-colored photo of the two of them sitting out in that pub in London. Of that honeymoon only remembered a Sunday afternoon passed the gay nightclub went up the stairs of the misted windows of sweat, the moods and smells of all those guys. They were two boys, too. Two beautiful young lovers crazy. He remembered as if Luke was there before him. That's so delicate and sensual wet your lips, a quick dart of the tongue under the thin mustache and soft as a teenager.

His legs are strong, hardened by step. What was the sex!

And the sweetness and romanticism of his incredible that leaked in the midst of the pain of those lines written in black marker and smudged with tears.

I wonder where was Luke at that time. If you really had gone in America as he had written.

New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco. I wonder if he would meet somewhere in his travels. I wonder if Luke was at least able to find true love there, the promised land of gay. Certainly he was not the lucky one. Their love was troubled, but perhaps because of it unforgettable. Luke also had lost her father a heart attack. And he, too, to escape the immense pain that had been lost behind false promises and false friendships. They had met on the track at a Shocking Milan after-hours during the Easter holiday. Luke was fuorissimo. Yet unlike his friends rocking waged a violent and onanistic, drugs in Luke emphasized his romantic side. He began to fondle the boy's hair every time he passed under a cube on which he danced highlighting his abs and his perfect muscular legs-was stripped to the waist and he was only wearing a short leather shorts. " Suddenly the boy was found the next. Luca took him gently by the hand, had dampened his mustache with his tongue and asked him: "Are you ready for the moon-walk?"

The boy l 'was fixed with questioning eyes and had recognized the influence of drugs in an excessive dilation of the pupils that almost completely hid the beautiful light brown color of her eyes. He knew that it was after the extensive use of so-called recreational drugs, but he had never taken anything-yes, and no one had made some cane with Silvia, and would not start right then. His father had died less than a month. His mother had fallen into a terrible depression. Did nothing but cry and the boy felt deeply guilty about leaving her home alone while he was there that he enjoyed. When Luke showed him the bullet with the special-key has already been charged to make a shot the boy did not understand. But Luke did just seemed fake and very gently pulled him in the bathroom itself. The boy followed him obediently, serene and unaware as a calf for slaughter. Luca knew all there, including bouncers. He was not difficult to reach the bathroom of the handicapped and have it open by the old housekeeper. The slipped into the pocket of a pair of blue apron € and she winked.

Once inside, Luke licked his lips again and kissed him long, tenderly.

The boy was won over by his attitude and decided on her full lips and wet. He decided to trust and when Luke took a shot of Key and reloaded the bullet for him, imitated him without a murmur. Return from bathroom on the cube in the middle of the track was much longer, slow and tiring came. But incredibly beautiful. Luca pace with the music before him, holding it close to hand. Every now and then he turned to see what happened, s'inumidiva lips and kissed him. The boy followed him faithfully strides, springy and light, as if walking on the moon. As they passed it seemed that the crowd of bodies squirmed as obsessed with the rhythm of house music suddenly opened as the waters of the Nile in front of Moses. When the end of that trip came back there where they had met, the boy thought it was gone forever and he understood why Luke had called "moon-walk". The effects of the anesthetic for horses that had sniffed lasted for a long time 'especially for the guy who had never tried before. Luke was his guardian angel through the night. There were only two of them and could hear their hearts beat in unison. When the boy woke up in bed with Luke's hand entwined with hers, was grateful to him. And when Luke discovered that he was pretending to be sent from his mobile phone a text message to her mother to reassure her he was fine but that he slept at a friend's house that night because they were late and did not want to drive, the boy was furious . Luke did not know if she loved him but was desperate for someone to take care of him. It is entrusted to him without reserve.