Feb 05, 2005 01:23
Today a young man of hte village came by. HAHAHALOL THE IS WHAT I MEANT LOLTEEHEEHEE. ANYHOO. HE WAS A PRETTY, THIN, BLONDE STR OOPS I WAS YELLING HAHAHALOL
Anyway, he was a strapping young lad of about sixteen. He had blue eyes and thick brown skin that glistened in the early morning sun. He told me he was ready to become a man and began teasing me by flexing his supple young muscles. It was usual for me to insist that we fight in the nude, but it was a very hot day and I had already begun to sweat my morning sweat. We stripped down slowly and tenderly as I prepared to beat his ass. It reminded me of my very first wrestling match so very long ago when a gentle man named Manuel help me become a man in the back of his father's canoe. I grappled his arms in mine as I made the first thrust. He fought it at first and I could feel his muscles tightening. I knew it wouldn't be long until he let the tension go and became a man. I wrestled him until he was raw. Then I kicked him in the nose. He was a man. I said to him BOY YOU ARE A MAN. Then I said to him YOUR NAME IS SHATAKWA. But it was time for my morning shave so I went to do that.
My mood is tired from the fight.