RADICAL AND FREE 1998 (Third) I approached the enormous room with the stillness of a ghost. No one had seen me, nor woul

RADICAL AND FREE 1998 (Third) I approached the enormous room with the stillness of a ghost. No one had seen me, nor would anyone see me. I approached the door. Me It was very clear that the boys who were glued to the wall were not punished by no means, but were actually standing in line. Row so that? I already knew the answer even without looking inside the house, and That's very stupid, having your wife in an eternal cycle of doubt, thinking that everything indicates that it is an easy one, assuming that it is vicious but not wanting to believe it, pouring on it all series of doubts, doubts that loom like a pitiful benefit in which doubting that she is a whore is more beneficial than being sure of it. Doubt as flattery, the intention of not believing what is evident. In that crossing from the little garden a whole series of images of her came to my mind, just those in which I wondered if there was something more between her and others, the touch of half-innocent shoulders, the knowing smile, the far-fetched comment that only It would make sense if there was a body story behind it. I heard a moan It was undoubtedly hers. If I got closer it was, I suppose, out of morbidity, since the truth, when I reached the threshold of the door and saw my walk stopped by the arm from a bastard who didn't even turn to look at me while he quietly told me "To the row!", I already knew it. In the middle of everything was, naked, Algeria. was held in the wind by The Monk, who held her with his very hairy arms just of the buttocks, passing support along part of his legs. Actually I didn't carry her because badly the soles of Algeria's feet were touching. the floor, however, the chair that The Monk made, was so that my girl, it is difficult for someone to stand weightlessly as if sitting on a invisible chair without going back. Another certain thing is that there would have been no went back because behind her was Rosso, who was holding her in addition to the breasts. Rosso behind, El Monje in front, they played fencing with their cocks, holding the meeting inside the body of Algeria, who smiled with certainty of feeling like the dirtiest girl in the world. Since he was almost levitating, the Algeria's body was moved back and forth according to the whim of the force with which the two old comrades wanted to bury their phalluses in him. In Sometimes they did not coincide and they put both in at the same time, causing Algeria to moan prey lion that sticks out its tongue and wets its lips with pleasure. Rosso was completely naked and his flesh was not precisely beautiful, however, the look of pleasure that Algeria had me indicated one of two things, either Algeria saw in that bofo body the incarnation of his ideals and consequently found him beautiful, or, he had it well great as compensation for that ridiculous red hair. The Monk was almost naked, except that he was wearing, as he had since his arrival, glasses dark Algeria was of fickle emotions. There was some disappointment in when The Monk took his cock completely out of her body, a certain charm to see that a colleague who had been shaking very close for a while now approached as if ready to take the Monk's place, a certain disenchantment again when the monk made a hand signal that signaled a halt to anyone who would like to get closer, and a certain charm when The Monk, sitting back, left It was clear that he was going to let himself be sucked. Certain disappointment when he realized that That was not going to be immediately, but the monk wanted to first touch his face to weigh with his touch the type of face he was going to eat the eggs. The blind man began to touch Algeria's tits very slowly, They were extremely excited. From there it went to the neck, holding it as if I would like to strangle her, as if the pulse of the veins caressed the hands of that blind person, not incapable. Then he moved his hands to touch her face. Algeria, perhaps with some roughness, especially when touching the eyes, since the It pressed as if the ocular cortex were also made of skin. Of course Algeria would put those hands in their place by closing her eyelids very tightly, but This did not save her from having her eyelashes touched with a curiosity that only man experiences when he caresses an animal. It moved to the cheekbones, to the nose, to the forehead, and finally to the mouth, first he touched her lips and a little the gums. Then he put three fingers in her mouth, simulating a cock, to which Algeria responded with that enthusiasm she gets when sucking a real cock. Me I was sad because I imagined that the act of putting my fingers in his mouth and that her sucking them was ours alone, although it was stupid to talk in that moment of our much hated - and loved from what I see - private property, well Rosso continued drilling his ass with that mastery that only comes from knowing one is the owner of something, while The Monk, after evaluating that face as worthy of sucking his penis, he took Argelia's head by the temples and directed her towards his very short but very wide cock. To my misfortune Algeria returned to that rollercoaster of charms and disappointments, this time having two charms in a row. The first, when the monk put his cock down his throat and, holding him head, made it very clear to her that she was not the one who would display talent suckling, but would simply take his head as a place to put it, without contemplation he would fuck her by the mouth. Maybe it was offensive to She would be used like this, but the thrill of making a man lose control In any case, it excited him too much to demand the benefit of a little dignity. The second charm was that Rosso, tired of not fighting against nothing inside that already very dilated anus, he made a sign to the boy before stopped by The Monk, asking him to join the party. The boy, since Therefore, I was not going to move the Monk from that place where he was quite entertaining, so he had to gain contortionist skills to get under Algeria and stick his penis in her vagina, but without going down even a bit iota the height of the ass that Rosso enjoyed so much. The result was a strange spider with six legs that formed a strange balancing sculpture whose epicenter was the axis formed by the two pistons that entered and exited and the hips of Algeria, who, with the rest of the body leaning forward, but without removing the shape of a chair, it continued to serve as a cavity for the Monk in that open masturbation with another's body. The Monk perhaps stopped sitting and stood up, this for your and Algeria's convenience. After a while, he began to no longer take out his cock not even a little bit of Algeria's mouth, as if leaving the entire development of the action in a narrow distance between the testicles and the lips. Even in that state of desecration, Algeria's mouth was incapable of drawing to the shore from the trunk of the Monk's sex a perfect ring of distended lips, because in the corners of the lips remained that slight bend that made that ring a smiling figure. Algeria's smile measured a couple of millimeters, but with They had me prisoner and now hopeless. The monk, sensing the arrival from the semen to the pint of his member, he released Argelia's head a little to snatch your glasses and throw them away on the couch. began to milk flowed into the mouth of Algeria, who, judging by the movements in the skin of his cheeks, he played with his tongue to churn the milk. By the corners that I like so much, those that turned their simple grimace into the most charming, droplets of semen escaped, as if she had begun to flow a heavy saliva resulting from the most animalistic hunger. The milk fell into the breast of the contortionist boy, who didn't even flinch. If it is longer, you attack them Algeria's mouth would have pierced the back of his neck, but not in the case of the Monk, Who if he killed a woman would not be from a stab, but from suffocation. When He Monje gave the last thrust, getting rid of his final semen, he turned to look at me violent way. He didn't look anywhere, neither at the Rosso, nor at Algeria, nor at the unfortunate man who served as a mat, no, not even for the kids in line or to the boy who was already very close ready to take his place in the mouth of Algeria, no, he turned to look at me. He didn't see me, it was clear, because his balloons eyepieces were completely white or at least monstrous. That hollow look, without soul, without spirit, made me take awareness of the lack of any virtue that governed the life of that subject. Me made people think that his fame allowed him to have this type of banquets without effort, but deep down he was miserable. The look is the window to the soul, and this Son of a bitch had neither eyes nor soul. That violent turning of him towards me It scared me, not like a phenomenon or a monster scares you, but the fear of reaching be like him one day. I left, no one saw me, because the only thing worth seeing was that woman who was already making a gesture demanding one more cock, the same one who came to the call, regardless of the fact that the mouth he put into was still white, and that the cheeks were satiny even from the live sperm. I turned around and went, I don't know why, to the vacant lot. I sat on the tree I had been spying on for a while and started crying. From his window, it was as if the Prosecutor had heard my sobs, because He turned around, giving me a look of deep pity. I hid, knowing somehow, that that image of mine was not new to him, that it seemed, reasons I didn't know, familiar. I stayed many hours. The Attorney left at eight in the evening. After that hour I called the house to let them know that they had already closed. offices, Rosso answered me cynically. "Well done, comrade; one helps the cause in ways not even known." whole, but believe me, I'm proud of what you've done for us. Ah, he Comrade Monk thanks you too. You can come now." During that journey from the vacant lot to the house I felt that my spirit was condensed and strengthened. For a moment I thought I was sublimating my love for Algeria, as if I were yielding my honor to the order of things, as if the accept, although in reality I would not know, until I was by his side, what was going to happen. feel. One thing sounded reasonable to me, that he wouldn't say a single word of what I knew that to the world I had not been there that afternoon, nor had I seen nothing. I arrived at the house and the companion who told him opened the door. had put his cock in Argelia's mouth after The Monk had showered himself in his tongue and throat. He received me with familiarity, with that laugh of someone who He has fucked your wife behind your back and thinks you don't know, so, with that compassion, pity and arrogance. Unlike the afternoon I went out, in which I was a gift nobody, at night all the men looked at me as if they knew me, as if I was his friend, as if we had something in common. He was everyone's brother, and those all somehow appreciated my involuntary Eskimo hospitality. I arrived with Rosso, who looked very bathed and smiling. You I asked about Algeria and he told me that he was in one of the rooms, because he I felt a little unwell. I asked which room and he pointed me to one of the rooms. fund, in fact, of those intended for Rosso himself. "Did you lend him your room?", "Yes," he answered, "you have to give your colleagues what they want." "I'm going to see her," I told him. When she arrived, she told me, full of enthusiasm: "You have to see this bathtub!" I, with nothing, or almost nothing, of interest, looked out and saw what I guess it's a good bathtub. "Let's take a bath together" he invited me. "You're already bathed" "I certainly don't invite you because I want to be less dirty, but because I want to be even dirtier." His joke, after what he had done in the afternoon, it was in such black humor that I could not help but laugh nervously. He undressed and it was as if he saw her naked for the first time, his His skin was not new to me, but his false nature, his cynicism, his black soul, and, I have to say, it was very exciting for me to know that she was so bad, I found her perversely attractive. I also got naked and, in theory, I was angry and found myself extremely unhappy, but my member was not angry, but happy, nor was unhappy, but enthusiastic. I knew then that he was like a vile dog with no human dignity, prisoner of an animality far superior to reason, willing to do anything with me without any guilt. All my values They snored and in their sleep they celebrated my wishes, as if they were neighbors, the values did not reconcile their rest well, knowing they were victims of a lot and hearing the nonsense on the other side of the wall, while desires continued their bacchanal without shame of the neighbors, perhaps mocking their sad fate. "Show me what a real cock is. Show me what a real cock is." a real fuck" He told me. I responded to his request. I let myself be sucked as only she knows Lacking lubricant, I moved my cock with a very neutral soap. soft, although no matter how soft it was it wouldn't taste very good. I was not very delicate about it, after all he was convinced that he needed to wash his face. mouth with soap, and it also felt good how the mouth and hand slid with that improvised lubricant. God!. The Devil hasn't sucked me yet but I swear he has to do it the same as her, give me a paper that certifies it and I will sign it without batting an eye. He spoiled me a lot, I guess to pay a little for the guilt of having deceived me She sucked and bit not only my penis, but also my testicles, crotches, buttocks, ass, making me feel the happiest corrosion. I don't He started sucking her pussy, as always, but he said: "Today I want to pamper you. Be only yours" Cínica. He took me out of the bathtub and carried me to the bed, regardless that it was Rosso's bed. I mess with his bed and he with my girl, I'm still in disadvantage. I felt a fury that turned into debauchery, and after a while I had impaled on Algeria from behind, looking with some compassion at her little holes in her hip. Miraculously, no hair grew all over my body. she was lost, gone in its joy. "Make me a real woman. Take advantage of me. Make me like only you know." For some reason, my male pride and vanity no longer cares Those phrases mattered, even if they were true, I don't know. It sounded like comfort to me. that everyone would use her under the consolation prize of hearing her say that the others were no better than me, which, and this does come from my most absolute vanity and self-love, I had known for a long time. Know that in this it was superior to the whole bunch of bastards was something that did not require, for me, a verification as brutal as the one Algeria had made in the afternoon. Algeria was unaware of my fury, but he seemed to like it. "Are just as sick as me. This transforms you. I would like you to be it for me "I'm spending every second of what's left of my life," he said. My criminal mind thought That was unlikely unless I killed her myself there on the bed. Of somehow I felt that beyond the fury we were experiencing, outside of this strength and this surrender, there was a void, an insatiable gap, that is, there was no there was a beyond for us. I wasn't fooled either, I might as well live parked on that edge the rest of my life me too. We were in the most joyful of our ecstasy, she had already had several orgasms, I don't know if because of the incisive stings in the ass or because the massage I gave her in her vagina with my hands, or the bite I gave her above the collarbone or neck, or all together, but when I started to boil my milk to spill it, there was a knock at the door. "What do you want?" I roared. "This is Rosso speaking to you" "Fuck Rosso, I'm busy" "The Attorney General is here and he needs you" Damn! I separated from Algeria, who crawled over the huge bed as if it had been shot a dozen times, but with a smile of those who don't care about that. He covered himself with the covers and He placed his head between the pillows. "Go. Then you come back to give me my milk." Me she said languidly. I said yes, but how would I know? I arrived before Rosso, who was scared to death, and I had to report again what he had seen. I repeated many times that there was no any cargo. I also said that I did not know how the Attorney General knew about our whereabouts. The Prosecutor was a well-made bastard. He entered the house like if it were his and he didn't ask anyone for permission. The looks of the students and More radical colleagues did not intimidate him one bit. Jan stood close to him, as if expecting him to step aside, but he didn't, it was Jan who ended up doing it. "Shall we talk here or somewhere else?" said the Prosecutor to Rosso with a lordship unknown to us, since none of us who were there We would speak to a legend like Rosso in such an imperative way. "Elsewhere," said Rosso, weaker than ever, as if obey an order, as if he knew in advance the tone of the conversation, nothing honorable to him. They headed to a kind of rustic cabin or barn that I was at the back of the house, with a gesture Rosso told me to follow them. Already When we arrived at the barn he told me: "You never know with these bloodthirsty repressors. Be careful out here and if you hear gunshots or something, don't hesitate to call the "There were only three of us. The Attorney General, Rosso, and I, as guard of the door. No one else could get close, neither students under Rosso's orders, nor agents by the Attorney General. What I heard was more or less like this: "I don't want to go into too many details, fucking Rojo, just May you know that I love you out of this state. It's mine and you know I feel disgusted by it you. The fact of coming here is not bravery on your part, but rather a sign of your greatness. stupidity." "Don't worry, Roco, don't get upset, it'll just be..." "It won't be anything. And I haven't been Roco for many years." "Memory is nothing to you?" "It only works for me if it pushes me into the future, you, on the other hand, have remained a prisoner of that night. I would like to say that you are stuck in Tlatelolco is an idiot, but I know that's not the case, I know that you have lived like a scourge since then, without doing anything useful, just fucking, and taking advantage about that incident with the bags that you and I know was a great farce." "I got them out of there" "But you kept everything, bastard. For the cause that matters the most "If the money was stolen by a hawk or by you." "Do not compare between a comrade and a policeman" "To the point. You don't want me to remember that night..." "What if you remember what?" "If I remember there will be no more Rosso to remember" "Are you threatening me?" Rosso shouted, as if telling me that I stopped listening, because later my testimony on the matter would be important. I put my ear to the wood and heard clearly that the Attorney said: "I am not one of those who threaten, I am one of those who resolve issues". Perhaps it seemed to Rosso that the threat was not entirely clear, so his tone of voice changed to that of the serpent of Eden when he began to say: "Now. It makes you angry that you have killed yourself all your life studying and I'm not. It makes you angry that I charge for these sit-ins, that I wag my tail to the highest bidder. When has it been different? What was it like in '68? Always We work for the system, not for the one that everyone sees, but for the other system. So it has been and so it will be, and I will charge as many times as I want for putting people in harm's way. any politician. Or come on. Lie to me. You already like those sons of bitches. Marx and Ché have fed me all these years. Do you think mine is revolution? No, mine is the belief in the revolution." "Shut up, you only fall lower. Maybe you have been since always a rat and you went to Tlatelolco as what you are since then, a thief. Elizabeth and I didn't go there for money, nor out of ignorance; we believed in justice, we rejected authoritarianism, although we did not agree with all the pseudo-revolutionary paraphernalia." "Ah! I remember Elizabeth. The girl who fell while carrying the bags. "He should have died with the bullet that was stopped by propaganda." "You're going to die," said the prosecutor. "Repeat it if you're such a man," Rosso shouted, not knowing that I I listened to everything, not just what he emphasized to me. "You're going to die," he said angrily. "You don't deserve to talk about Elizabeth. "I'm already tired of you still in the same world as me." "Repressor" "It's my nature" They came out and it was not the same Attorney as the one who had entered, the one who came out had glassy eyes, as if he were retaining a very deep pain. strong. Rosso looked miserable when he wins. Rosso pointed at me saying in very quiet voice to the Attorney: "See this guy? He's my friend Pépe, and he's heard everything. Yes If something happens to me, he will not hesitate to make public the infamy that you have done to me. said in there, and will inform the authorities of your threats." The Attorney looked me in the eyes, recognizing me, but hiding it very well. The Prosecutor headed out of the house, ordered the agents disappearing, he headed to his car, preparing to drive himself same. Rosso looked at him, just as I looked at him, but with a chuckle he pathetic Rosso sighed and spoke, thinking out loud, "Phew. I need something to relax my body." He stopped as if thinking and told me at the same time that He put his hand in his pants pocket to give me the keys to a car that he had lent to the political party that had paid for the day's rally next: "Here. I'll lend you my own car. I need you to follow it and see what plans. Watch until you get sleepy. What's more, have this money, stay somewhere hotel near this man's house. If you come, you know, call me on the phone that I gave you." It was very clear to me the type of relaxation I needed, and more Still sad, who would help him with that relaxation. I took the car and followed the Prosecutor. He stopped at a small bar, a very hidden one. I stayed out. Then I had to urinate and, putting on a cap from the political party that was in the car, I thought about enter the bar incognito, urinate, and leave without being seen. I entered, I saw in the distance to the Procurator, with a drink in his hand and with his eyes lost. I headed to the bathroom sure he hasn't been noticed. What I didn't imagine was that when I was pissing The Attorney General will enter. He stood next to me and started pissing. HE He heard a torrent of great pressure, that is, it was chance. "Speak" he told me. "Is everything you said true?" "Of course". "Who is Elizabeth?" "You mean, who was it. If you want to know you will have to accept me a drink." "Because?" "Because you're about to get lost." It was convincing argument.