The day seemed endless to me with the heaviest subjects in the course. The priests with their usual pastoral dedication did not give me respite and I only saw their cassocks with those immense buttonholes that seemed like endless zippers to me and under which I had to compulsorily dwell, the forces of evil in the form of dicks and hanging balls, according to, of course, my feverish mind.

But everything arrives. Six in the evening and free to go home. I didn't even change clothes, nor did I go to the bus stop. I was still wearing my tracksuit (I had training an hour before) and grabbing my backpack and quickening my pace, I headed towards my haven in a hurry.

It was still a bit before dusk and I thought about exploring the harbor, seeing all its corners and possibilities. If you've read the chapter "The Discovery" you will remember that the day before I didn't go beyond the gap between the third and fourth truck (my asshole is still pounding).

Ships with sailors of all colors working on deck, vessels with open doors where you could see the carts moving goods with rough operators guiding them and dressed in aged overalls and rubber boots that..., stevedores loading sacks and sweating from the physical effort that you could appreciate in those muscular arms and chests shining with grease and dirt. Immense cranes moving at a turtle's pace on the tracks. But they were finishing their shift and you could tell because some were changing clothes right there, without showers or anything, just taking off their overalls, t-shirts, or nothing (if they were only wearing pants) and changing them for their shirts and jackets, ready to go home to have dinner with what their modest and mustached wives had prepared for them.

I hadn't seen much of the harbor yet, but I was already hotter than an iron. I was advancing slowly, looking at everything and everyone. I noticed that someone was glancing at me and smiling. Normal! What was a kid doing in a tracksuit and backpack there? They weren't stupid, surely many of them knew.

A couple of minutes later I crossed paths with a boy. About my age, but a bit frail, yet handsome. Immediately we recognized each other as two port sluts. -I said: hello, how are you- and after the greetings and usual phrases in which you always say that you're just taking a walk and all those nonsense, you get sincere and tell what you're really up to. Properly identified, we continued walking for a while and realized that we were going to be very useful to each other. I, due to my appearance, discouraged people from messing with us and with his face and those lips he was saying "get it out, you're going to find out."

He told me his name was Simon and I told him Adriano (after the emperor, lol). I was lying and he probably too. We were two horny naive guys. We were in another world, doing the forbidden of the forbidden, in a small port town inhabited by a huge swarm of priests and soldiers. I...