Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2004 03:38:27 -0600 (CST)
From: Horacio Quiroga <horaacioquiroga@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Blue Horse

Miguel was eighteen years old and was in love with his
neighbor, his neighbor was Omar and Omar was eleven years
old. Being his neighbor, Miguel knew a few things about Omar,
he knew for a fact Omar liked blue and he knew for a fact Omar
liked horses. So, thank god Miguel had a horse.

Most days Miguel would spend thinking about Omar, and he
was a cute boy, slender, fragile little body, gentle face, sweet
smile. And what could be hidden under his cowboy pants?,
Miguel would wonder, and would he share it with him?, Miguel
would ask himself. And so from wasted nights thinking about
Omar an idea was born, a long idea indeed, taking shape day
after day until it finally was complete.

Miguel decided to paint his horse blue. He would wait for Omar
in the bakery across the street, which is painted blue and would
wear nothing but blue: blue pants, blue shirt, and maybe even
blue boots if he was able to buy them. Because he knew for a
fact Omar loved blue.

"Hi", Omar would say passing by.

"Hi", Miguel would answer.

"What a beautiful horse!", he would notice.

"He is. And he is fast too, would you like to take a ride?",
Miguel would casually ask. And so they would ride around the
block, "too bad we can't gain speed in town, want to go to the
plains around the lake?". Of course, in such a blue horse and
with such a blue companion, Omar could not say no.

And riding really fast in the vast, dessert open fields, it would be
natural to say "Hold on to me!,  you might fall", and so, Omar
would notice how well built Miguel is, how well shaped are his
arms and his back.

And of course, after a long run, the horse, and themselves would
need some rest. They would lay down in the edges of the blue
lake. And being the skies so blue, the day so beautiful, after a
while it would be a good idea to have a swim. And since no one
is around, it would be not a bad idea to take off all of their
clothes. In the water it's natural to be playful, and after having a
few races they might wrestle a little. Of course nothing is
scheduled, but days have been so hot that swimming is actually
a great idea, and there would always be a reason, or an excuse,
to have a good-natured touch, just some contact one with
another. Things could work out and end up in a loose hug, tired,
friendly gesture. And maybe a kiss... on the cheek of course.

They both would be feeling so comfortable around each other,
that maybe a little more touch could be permitted, maybe
Miguel would be able to feel with his own hands what's under
Omar's clothes, caressing him, making him have a great time...
that's the idea.

Miguel painted his horse blue, got enough money to buy his
blue boots and waited for Omar in front of the blue bakery.

"Hi", Omar said passing by.

"Hi", Miguel answered.

"What a beautiful horse!", he noticed.

"He is, Wanna fuck?"