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Finally, new chapter of Endless Blue! That time, things will go quickly after this chapter and the plot (yes, there is some kind of plot) will be more and more developped !
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Once upon a time, in a very, very, very, very far country, where birds were singing happily but also where does were freely gamboling over the smooth and dark green carpet of ferns in the beautiful forest of the kingdom, lived a beautiful prince, with beautiful black hair and beautiful black eyes and beautiful…well…he was beautiful in every way…so it doesn’t matter anyway! You can pretty well imagine how beautiful he was, and if I said he was really astounding, handsome, and also so attractive and so desirable….then I have said it, that’s all. You must believe me!
-Pause-
Where was I? OK, so, the prince was attractive and desirable but, very unfortunately -it’s a tragic fairy tale, in the case you’re still wondering- he had been cursed by an evil –very, very, very evil- witch and thus, condemned to an unending sleep. Such waste! It’s hard to believe that this beautiful, so attractive, so desirable prince will remain forever a poor young man eternally suffering from his lethargic state. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. My kingdom for a handkerchief!
I’m sure you’re wondering why the evil witch had put a bad curse on the poor prince. Indeed, it’s a very good question. It’s just a matter of acuteness of mind and understanding of characters and personalities. It’s in the witch’s nature to be evil, and above all, to be utterly pervert and sadistic. The witch, that crazy old woman, had just wanted gay men’s photos in order to win her stupid competition, but the poor prince, -who had a sense of right and wrong and who is also very straightforward, pure and innocent- had made the unfortunate and unwise mistake of telling “NO” to the witch. He should not have done that. I, his best friend, had warned him, but he had not wanted to listen to my good sense. Now, look at the consequence. This idiot is sleeping on the tiled floor in my bathroom.
OK.
I have to admit that the real story is slightly different, but the consequences are the same, aren’t they?
Oh! But what am I just seeing? NO! It’s impossible! It cannot be! I cannot believe my very eyes! There! I see a new candidate advancing towards the sleeping beauty–in fact, he’s the only one-. Will he try his luck? The newly person to arrive is truly a warrior, dressed in an invisible and shining armor! He is too beautiful! He smells like roses! His beautiful green eyes are looking at the naked body below. It’s a feast to the eyes apparently!
“Colin, stop daydreaming and take some photos.” Nathan says, annoyed.
“No.” I say firmly.
“What?” Nathan raises an eyebrow, surprised, as he suddenly detaches himself apparently with difficulty from his contemplation of Samuel’s body
“I want sex, hot, kinky sex between the two of you!”
Nathan seems thoughtful and he briefly sighs:
“Colin, finally I think that we mustn’t do that. I’ve said “sexual stimulation” and it was a jock but now, I’m going too far.”
He looks away and his cheeks are coloring a little. Wait…
He seems eaten up with remorse, as if he was ashamed!
Unbelievable!
“It isn’t right and I’m sick of it” he says, really tired “and please, Colin, help me moving him into the shower cabin.”
“But what do you want to do?” I cry, perplexed, when I see him begin grabbing Samuel’s arms and then lifting the victim slowly.
“So are you helping me or what?”, he replies between clenched teeth.
“Ok! Ok! I’m coming!” I hastily say. I hope his irritation will die down after.
I promptly grab Samuel’s rigid legs while Nathan is taking care of the sleeper’s upper body, and then, together we carry the poor victim to the cleaning cabin –that is to say the shower cabin, of course, idiot!-. Our progress is slow and careful. You can just imagine if one of us inadvertently slip on the tiled floor! It would be quite a disaster! And unfortunately, our sleeping beauty is not a featherweight. Anyway, we finally manage to lay down gently the body on the cold enamel base of the shower.
“Colin, move back.” Nathan says, after he has just relaxed his grip on Samuel’s skinny arms.
“But why?” I reply hotly, really frowning.
Nathan sighs and watches me for a moment.
“You’re wearing clothes; that’s why.”
“And?”
Nathan slaps his forehead quite violently.
“Colin, are you sure there’s something like brain in your head? What do you think I’m going to do?”
“Er…you will make him have an orgasm in the shower cabin?”
“No, you’re quite wrong.”
I stay silent and pensive then. I feel really perplexed. It’s such a difficult riddle!
Nathan mumbles, again annoyed: “Sometimes, I wonder who between the two of us is the real pervert …”
“Hey! Don’t insult me!” I say, outraged.
He shakes his head and stands up.
“I have warned you…”, he whispers, defeated. He suddenly seizes the pommel of the shower while his other hand is turning the cold faucet on. I instinctively move back, watching the water happily falling on Samuel’s face and torso. The cure is indeed radical since Samuel brutally opens his eyes wide and starts struggling against the stream of wild and icy water.
“STOP THIS! STOP THIS! IT’S COLD! IT’S COLD!” Samuel shouts desperately.
“It’s cold? Oh! I’m so sorry, my poor Sam! I’d better turn off the faucet so. Well, it’s a good idea, but don’t you think that taking a cold shower is quite reviving? It’s a well-known fact that cold showers are good for the circulation of the blood! You must think about this, Sam, my lovely Sam…” Nathan playfully exclaims, truly taking delight in Samuel’s embarrassment.
“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP AND STOP THAT!”
Nathan tragically sighs again and abruptly turns the faucet off. Samuel is looking daggers at him, his chest rising up and going down, the movements following his panting and noisy breath. His pale lips are trembling almost imperceptibly and the sweet and pink tip of his tongue is showing itself between the half-open white teeth. His obsidian eyes are burning with an odd and vibrant dark flash. Some ebony locks are sticking to his eyelids, almost hiding their expression. Nathan has just folded previously his muscled arms and he is smiling now broadly. He is certainly enjoying the aftermath, and he doesn’t restrain himself from valuing happily one more time Samuel’s delicious and wet body.
Samuel frowns a little and his trembling worsens when he suddenly realizes something.
“Why…Why am I naked?” he hesitantly adds, going bright red.
“It’s more practical if you don’t want to get your clothes wet. We couldn’t revive you up when you were still dressed. Water and cold are part of the cure, you know.” Nathan assuredly declares.
“There’s something else…I know there’s something else…” Samuel replies warily.
Nathan shakes his head and shrugs, looking unconcerned.
“Colin?” Samuel turns himself towards me, silently voicing his question, waiting for a more correct explanation. I scratch the nape of my neck, grimacing a little. I think I mustn’t say the truth. It will certainly anger him and I absolutely don’t want to face a wild Samuel. So, I look him in the eyes and as soon as I feel more confident, I eventually declare:
“Sorry, Samuel, but we don’t have any choice. You scare me, fainting like that! We just try reviving you by hook, and cold water seems a good idea, and since we don’t want to wet your clothes, we take them off. That’s all.”
Samuel closes his eyes and shakes his head. He seems really ill at ease and I instantly fear that he might faint again. And as I have just predicted, Samuel is suddenly unsteady on his legs. Fortunately, Nathan, thanks to his incredible good reflexes, succeeds in catching him just in time. Thirty seconds later, Nathan has still his arms around Samuel’s waist. Then, I distinctly notice an expression of astonishment on Nathan’s face. I raise an eyebrow, wanting to ask what the problem is, but I eventually decide to wait patiently for the pair to hurry up. Samuel is suddenly as red as a beetroot and all of a sudden he violently pushes Nathan back. The latter hits the tiled wall with a quite resounding bump. Nathan doesn’t seem pleased with the gesture: “Thanks, Sam…really thanks! That’s hurt, you know…It’s not my fault if my touch arouses you so”, he mumbles before finally sniggering.
As a matter of fact, Samuel quickly tries to hide the evidence of his desire –I won’t say the word, dear lector, since it won’t be proper at all, I have a sense of decorum!-. He is now trembling quite badly and I almost pity him, but it doesn’t last very long and I quickly pull myself together. Now, I will definitely act as a professional and self-assured photographer. That’s why I remind them again of the object of our little meeting. Things cannot continue like this.
“OK. Get a move on! Can you both just find some interesting positions so I can finally take some interesting photos?!” I finally say, feeling quite annoyed.
Samuel is looking daggers at me. Ouch! I feel crushed! My heart is bleeding quite copiously!
“Samuel, the quicker we do it the quicker you’ll get rid of all of this!” I retort aggressively. Samuel contents himself with swallowing from nervousness. Nathan is still smirking, but he is staring into space, waiting nonchalantly.
Samuel sighs dramatically.
I tap my foot frantically on the floor.
Samuel suddenly grabs Nathan’s arms, and presses himself tightly against him. Nathan seems obviously surprise because of the sudden outburst but he quickly pulls himself together and he happily starts covering Samuel’s chest with his impeccable caresses.
“What…are you…waitin…waiting for, Colin? Hurry up! I feel I cannot bear it any longer!” Samuel hisses, his right cheek touching the cold tiled wall while Nathan is licking the other cheek.
“Are you a…dog…or what?” Samuel says to Nathan harshly, apparently having difficulty in thinking coherently.
I don’t know what Nathan just whispers in Samuel’s ear but I can see the latter’s reaction to the mysterious words since Samuel is again as red as a beetroot. Red seems a very suitable color for Samuel. Poor, poor guy…He must be in such turmoil, forced to accept like that Nathan’s ministrations. However, Samuel is strangely expressing his protest. Why does he moan so much? I could almost believe he is enjoying all of this, but perhaps I am mistaken…Perhaps, the fact that I am watching them, like a pervert, taking several photos, is contributing to build up the tension within the bathroom.
Oh!
Nice position!
Click!
Very inventive!
Click!
Not bad….not bad…
Click!
Yes! That’s hot, Samuel, nibbling like that Nathan’s lower lip!
Click!
Ha-ha! Sensual Nathan! Beware, otherwise you may make Samuel enjoy himself too much…I don’t want to clean the shower cabin after…
Click!
Some more photos…That’s it! I think it’s sufficient (and I absolutely don’t want to think about the face of the person who will develop these photos at the supermarket…).
“Ok, gentlemen, that’s enough!” I say loudly.
Huh?
“I say: THAT’S ENOUGH!” I shout.
Are they deaf or what?
I hate horny young men…it is a shame that self-control isn’t one of their virtues.
For God’s sake!
Oliver! Where are you? I’m dying there!