Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 14:38:19 +0200
From: maskot20@hotmail.com
Subject: "A Different World"

A DIFFERENT WORLD

By Erik Maskot


Circa. 300 A.D., somewhere in the Carpathians, Rumania

The landslide had begun further up the mountain on the other side of the
valley, and it swept across the river at the bottom and into the farm
houses on the east side of the little village.  Together with the mud, the
slip, more than a thousand feet long and two hundred feet wide, fifty
thousand tons of earth and rock continued on its downward path across the
valley, blocked the course of the river, and built a wall of rock. People
were screaming. Struck by panic they fled up into the hills on the other
side.

When everything slowed down, the people of the village were in shock,
standing on a hill, watching the valley slowly being filled with water. The
wall of rocks had made a natural dam.  They knew that about two hundred of
their young men have been trapped in the big cave on the other side, the
entrance behind a big rock, and the entrance gradually disappearing into
the newly created lake. Nobody came out.


Spring 2001, Carpathians, Rumania

It was a wonderful day in the mountains, the temperature was in the 70's
already and the sun was shining. I had found this beautiful lake and
decided I was gonna take a swim. The water was not as warm as I hoped it
would be, but not too cold. I was surprised to see how steep the beach was,
and I got this feeling the lake was very deep. I decided to dive. The water
was very clear, so I had no problems finding my way around down there, as
the sun was so bright. There was a lot of fish in the lake.

I saw a big rock that almost touched the surface. I climbed on top of it
and sat down on it to relax for a while.  After a while I noticed something
that looked like the opening of an underwater cave behind the rock. I
decided to check it out, as caves have always fascinated me. I could barely
squeeze my body between the giant rock and the mountainside, but I got in,
and discovered a fairly big room as soon as I was inside. It was dark, so I
didn't see much, but I found out that there was a level above the surface
of the water in the big room, and from there, there was a creek and a path
leading further into the mountain.

I wanted to continue, but I would need my flashlight. Besides, it was
pretty chilly in there, so I would need some clothes as well. I decided to
go back up and get my stuff. I took out a couple of plastic bags from my
backpack and put it around my stuff, then taped it good, hoping that I
could keep it dry the few seconds it would stay in the water. Then I jumped
into the lake again.

I pushed my backpack in front of me, and squeezed myself back into the cave
again. I unwrapped the plastic nicely, not to make any holes in it, as I
would need it again when I would return. I opened the backpack and to my
satisfaction everything was dry. I put on clothes, then found my
flashlight. Luckily I also had extra batteries.

It looked like the path could go on for miles into the mountain, so I
decided to bring everything in my backpack, including my sleeping bag and
canned food.

As I kept walking the cave narrowed, but I had no problems walking upright.
The water in the creek was running in the same direction as I was
walking. The walls were glimmering and I took a closer look. It looked like
there was a lot of gold in the cave. I cheered. It seemed like I could end
up as a millionaire because of my interest in caves. I kept walking,
curious to find out where the path would take me.

After about an hour I noticed that the water was running faster, and I knew
the path was taking me downhill. I didn't notice at first, but then it was
getting noticeably steeper. In the end I came to a waterfall. The cave
split in two. The walking path didn't follow the creek any longer.

It was then I realized the path was man made. When the path was too steep
to follow, there were stairs that led me down to a big lake where the
waterfall ended. I was in a huge room. I thought I saw some weird shapes
and lights on the other side of the lake, but my flashlight wasn't strong
enough to help me see what it could be. I noticed that the path again
split, following the lake on both sides. The path also became wider and
smoother, almost like a one lane road.

As I came closer to the other side of the lake, I noticed that there was
something that lit up the cave. The shapes on the other side started
looking like roofs and domes. I decided to turn my flashlight off, as I
thought this was getting too weird. I started being more careful as I
walked forward. I was pretty sure I was coming to some sort of town. What
kind of town could this be, in the middle of a mountain? Was this an
ancient town, or could there still be people living there? I was getting
nervous.

Then I was almost there. My mouth fell open. This was incredible. The town
looked like it was from a Disney fairytale. But this was real, not a
cartoon. The houses were made of white marble, beautifully carved, and
decorated with gold and precious stones of various colors. I had forgotten
that this place could make me a millionaire. Money couldn't be compared to
anything as beautiful as this.  The riches of churches and palaces around
the world looked poor compared to this. I noticed that even the streets in
this town were marble, and so clean.

I started looking around, and could confirm that this was the end of the
cave, the only way out was the trail I had followed. The light was coming
from small holes in the ceiling. They almost looked like stars.

All of a sudden I heard voices. I hid behind the corner of a building. I
peeked and saw that there were four young men, one of them carrying a
torch, the other three were carrying big jars with water.

The four of them had a fair complexion and dark hair, and speaking a
language I'd never heard before, but it could have been related to one of
the languages in this area. The way they dressed definitely did not
resemble anything I've seen before. They were wearing a big piece of cloth,
tied around their waists. It almost looked like sarong, a silk skirt that
people in Thailand wear.

Then all of a sudden I sensed somebody behind me, and I turned around. I
don't know who got the biggest shock, me or the young guy who had just
discovered me, but to him I must have looked like a complete stranger, an
alien from a different world. Which I probably was too, if the people here
haven't been in touch with the world outside this mountain for hundreds of
years. This I believed since there was nothing in this town that remotely
resembled anything from the planet Earth.

The young man was about to run, but I tried to convince him that I was not
dangerous, opened my hands to show him that I had no weapons. The last
thing I wanted was him to call the others, and be surrounded by a hundred
strangers or so. He looked at me suspiciously, searching every inch of me
with his eyes. He must have found my clothes very strange. I wore a pair of
blue jeans, a t-shirt and a light coat. All he wore was a piece of cloth
that covered his upper body, and the sarong.

He was a stud. Had one of the prettiest faces I've seen in a long time, had
blue eyes and dark hair, and he was tall, at least six feet. From what I
could see from his arms he must have been muscular, and he had broad
shoulders.

He said something that I didn't understand. Probably wanted to know who I
was. Then he said "Tobra ten." This was something I recognized from the
Czech Republic, which was where I started hiking in the mountains. I
smiled, and he smiled back. "Tobra ten" must have meant something like "hi"
or "good afternoon" as that was the meaning of the Czech "dobra den."

I remembered then that I had a Czech phrase book in my backpack. My quick
movement must have scared him, but I let him see what I was doing, so he
calmed down again. In the corner of my eye I could see he was studying me
with curious eyes.

I picked up my phrase book, hoping that I could communicate with him in
Czech, even if that wasn't his language.

I looked up one of the pages, and tried to form "My name is Erik. What is
your name?" and said: "Jmenuji se Erik. Jak se jmenujete?" He smiled again,
and answered "Daron!" We both laughed, and I knew that the ice between us
was broken.

He started talking to me, but I didn't understand what he was saying, as I
had to look up everything and see if I could find anything that was close
to what he was saying. He finally realized that, and instead he started
using his hands and tried to explain that I should follow him to his
home. I followed him.

I wondered if the people really understood what riches they were
possessing.  Daron's door was not really a door, but a big hole in the
wall, covered with a heavy curtain with thousands of small precious stones
embroidered into it. Still, it seemed that these people lived such a simple
life. Inside there were no such things as chairs, tables, pictures on the
walls. The house was just one big room with a round fireplace in the middle
of the room. There was a big pile of furs in one corner, and I figured that
must have been the bed. At first I thought the room looked empty, but I
started looking around and realized it wasn't. The windows were just round
holes in the wall, covered with curtains just like the door. The marble
walls were covered with the most beautiful little carvings that I was
pretty sure must have taken centuries to make. It looked like they were
telling a story. I could see from one of the carvings there was a picture
of a valley, a landslide on one side, and people running on the other side.
The next picture was a lake. This was true artwork. So detailed. Gold,
silver and small precious stones were used to add colors to the carvings.
This was all so amazing. I wanted to ask Daron about the pictures, but
realized that I couldn't because of the language barrier.

Daron said "Rib?" He was pointing at some fish that he had prepared to
cook.  I checked my phrase book, and found that the Czech word for fish was
"ryby." I smiled and answered "ano," yes. He laughed, wanted to teach me
his language, and started correcting me. "Yes" was "an" in his language.  I
said the Czech word for "no" which was "ne," and he corrected me and said
"na." We both laughed. I knew at that moment I was in love with him.

He then surprised me by carrying in some fruits and berries. I was
surprised that the people living inside a mountain this isolated from the
world had food like this. I decided to put away the phrase book, and let
him teach me his words, as Czech was not my language anyway.

He held up an apple and said "yabel," pears were "krusk," plums were
"twest," strawberries were "yahot," blackberries were "otrut," raspberries
were "poruk." Daron also showed me some vegetables, and called the potatoes
"prambor," carrots "mirk," tomatoes "raytat," and then nuts were "orek" and
onion was "tipul." I tried to repeat and remember the words. I failed
several times, and we were both laughing very hard. In the end I got them
right.

I was wondering where they have gotten the food from, and Daron tried to
explain with his hands. He pointed towards the path I had used to get
here. Then I understood that they do leave the cave from time to time, to
get food and to fish and hunt. But still, they could not have had any
contact with other people, as this civilization was so different. We sat
down on the floor, crosslegged, and started eating, peeking at each other
and laughing. I loved this guy so much, and I got a hard on. Daron seemed
to notice my bulge, as he stopped eating for a moment, and looked into my
eyes.. He seemed to share my feelings.

He let his clothes drop to the floor and let me have a good look at his
naked body. He was an athletic young stud, his skin was smooth.

I watched his cock grow. It was big, at least ten inches, and the balls
were hanging low, probably from not wearing any underwear. My cock was
pushing against the fabric of my jeans.

He pushed his cock against my lips. It was such a beautiful cock. I licked
the tip, tasting the salty precum. I opened my mouth wide and closed it
over his thick cockhead. Daron moaned and put his hands behind my head and
pulled me forward, bending his knees back till my head was in his lap. I
placed my hands on his thighs and eagerly bobbed up and down on his thick
cockhead.

Daron wanted to take my clothes off, but he wasn't used to these kind of
clothes, so I had to help him. He tried to pull my tight jeans down, but I
had to show him how to open the belt first, then the buttons in front. All
this amazed him. When I pulled the jeans down, he was staring at my
speedos. They were bright red with a thick white line, and two narrow black
lines in front. He seemed fascinated by it, and started stroking his hand
in front of my bulge. My cock grew even more. Then he started pulling on
it, and my cock fell out. Daron was smiling.

His hands moved down my back to my ass where his long strong fingers
stroked my cheeks. Cupping them in his big hands, he squeezed them together
and pulled them apart. He ran his forefinger up and down my crack, applying
more and more pressure. He then stopped at my anus, tracing a circle around
the edge, pressing firmer and firmer until my anus opened and he pushed his
finger in to the second knuckle. My sphincter immediately locked down on
his finger. He waited till I relaxed, then began to work it around,
touching my prostate. This drove me wild.

He moved his finger deeper, and when I stiffened, he once more touched my
prostate and got more writhing against that finger. He worked my ass
expertly. He inserted a second finger.  Those probing fingers felt so good.
They started moving faster and faster. I couldn't stand it anymore, and
begged him to fuck me. He didn't understand my words, of course, but he
knew what I wanted.

He removed his fingers, and wanted me to get on my hands and knees. Then he
knelt down behind me, spread my legs, and lined up his cock with my
asshole. Gripping my hips firmly, he pushed forward. I held my breath as I
felt my anus being stretched open. I gasped as I felt his thick head break
through and move into my ass. I squeezed it tightly. He put his right hand
under my ass, and cupped my balls, they were so full and sensitive, I
swooned from his touch. As he continued to stroke and squeeze them, I
relaxed and felt his cockhead move in and out of my ass.

When I completely opened up to him, he leaned forward, putting his arms
around my chest and pulled me upright on my knees. He bent me back against
him, squeezing my nipples, and tongueing my ear. I felt like jello, and
when he started pushing that huge cock up my ass, I reached behind and
stroked his buns, and pushed my ass against his cock. Then it touched my
prostate. I cried out and tried to lift up, but he held me firm, pushing
his cock back and forth against my prostate and driving me into a frenzy. I
writhed around, helplessly working my ass against that cock as he pushed
against my prostate. My whole body went into spasms, and I moaned that I
was going to come. With a mighty lunge he drove his huge cock up into my
bowels. I cried out and sprayed my load onto the floor, as I fell forward
with him on top of me.

Daron kissed my neck and opened my clenched hands, intertwining his fingers
with mine, all the while grinding his hips against me. My back was soaked
with sweat, and his chest slid up and down it as he pumped my ass with his
cock. With each stroke he pulled out farther and plunged down harder. Each
time he pushed his cock deep up my ass, I moaned. His hot breath on my neck
became labored as he moved up and down faster and faster. His grunts and my
moans became louder and louder. I felt his body convulse, and he let out a
loud yell, as he pounded his cock up my ass spurting his load.

Exhausted, we lay together on the floor and fell asleep.

* * * * *

"Daron!" The calling of Daron's name woke me up. I heard it again. It was
coming from the outside. Daron said something back that I didn't
understand, and another young guy entered the house. I got embarrassed as I
was still naked, and wanted to cover up, but Daron just laughed. He didn't
cover himself up, so I didn't either. Then I got a little worried, because
Daron was not the only one in the cave who knew about me anymore. How long
before the rest would know? But my fear didn't last long.

Daron was talking to his friend, and he started smiling, too. He introduced
himself as Narjan. With the help of my phrase book and with the use of sign
language, Daron explained to me that I should follow Narjan, and he would
show me the town. I agreed. He realized I wasn't used to being naked in
front of strangers, so he handed me his clothes to put on. That way I
looked like them and not like an alien.  I followed Narjan. Before I walked
out, I noticed in the corner of my eye that Daron picked up my speedos and
put them on. He obviously got turned on by them. I smiled.

Narjan was just as hot looking as Daron, and it seemed like he also found
me interesting, as his eyes kept meeting mine, and every time he smiled.
Unfortunately, we couldn't talk much because of the language barrier.
Narjan took me through the town, and he showed me a lot of amazing stuff
that proved that these people have developed just as much as the outside
world, just in a different way. I noticed they used electricity, and had
electric light, but they didn't have lightbulbs like we do. Instead it
looked like they have put light inside large precious stones, and the light
was glowing in red, blue, green, yellow and purple. It looked so beautiful,
I just couldn't explain it. The light was put everywhere, on the houses,
even on the ground, in the streets, so you could see where you were putting
your feet in the dark. It reminded me of Christmas lights from home.

I thought that it had to be dark all the time in the cave, but Narjan
showed me that I was wrong. He showed me that there were lots of giant
mirrors placed at strategic places in the cave, and again, with the use of
signs, he explained to me that the sun was shining through several holes in
the mountain during the day, and on sunny days the cave actually was lit up
as long as seven hours with the help of the mirrors. I was amazed.

I asked him how they made electricity. He didn't understand the word, but I
pointed at the lights, and he smiled.  I thought his answer would be too
complicated for me to understand, but it was simple. He just pointed to the
sun. So they actually had solar power.

Narjan led me to a path that took us up on the cave wall. Soon I could see
the town from above. I wished the world could have seen this, as it was the
most beautiful thing I'd seen, but I knew if I told anybody about this,
they either wouldn't believe me, or they would bring large groups of
tourists and destroy the place. I had to keep this a secret. I didn't even
know if I wanted to leave.

Narjan looked at me. He was smiling. It was a very special warm smile that
made me fall in love with him. He wanted me to look through one of the
holes in the mountain side. I was surprised, in the moonlight I could see a
valley, a forest, and more mountains. The outside world was not unknown to
them. Anybody could go up here and have a look outside.

When I turned back to him, he kissed me slowly. Again I could feel my cock
grow. His fingers ran gently up and down my torso, sending needles of
delight through my body. Our clothes fell down to the ground. Narjan had a
muscular body, necessary muscles, not pumped up. His hands were warm, and
they were strong and gentle. He knew just where to touch me, he knew how
much to touch me and he knew how much pressure to use. When he knelt
between my legs and lay his body on mine, I almost shot my load there and
then. The feel of his powerful body over mine, his rough chest and flat
hard stomach was so hot I almost passed out. He slid down the length of my
body and a warm, wet mouth closed over my cockhead. His tongue darted into
my piss slit and flicked at the skin attaching my foreskin to the shaft. My
cock stiffened and pulsed. His fingers tightened around my shaft and he
began to swallow me. His nose pressed against my pubic bone, and I could
feel his chin on my balls. Slowly he moved upward and then swallowed me
again, going up and down on my hard cock. He had a powerful suck and when I
felt my orgasm rising, it was as if he was sucking it out of me.  I came in
a continuous stream, there was no pumping and spurting, it was one long cum
that went on longer than usual.

Strong hands lifted my legs and threw my ankles over his shoulders, my ass
lifted off the floor. As he positioned himself I caught sight of the most
massive cock I had ever seen. It reared up in front of him, long and
strong. It was perfectly straight and perfectly proportioned, the mushroom
shaped head bulging red and wet. I closed my eyes and lay back to take what
he wanted to give me. My sphincter parted and that enormous cockhead popped
inside. He pushed in slowly without pausing, the breath leaving my body as
he filled me. I felt every inch of that wonderful dick as it climbed its
way up into my ass, filling and stretching me. He drew out to the tip and
then slammed in again. He began to fuck me like a wild animal, plunging in
to the hilt, slapping my ass with his hips.  A sound left my throat each
time he hit the top of my guts and my prostate with that battering ram of
his.

Electric shocks prickled through my body like needles, shooting down my
legs and into my head. Flashes of light played before my eyes and waves of
pleasure washed over me. My balls contracted and a jet of semen shot into
the air. It felt like I wasn't going to stop cumming. Each time he sank his
erect cock in my ass, I shot out a geyser of creamy jizz. In the end he
threw back his head and sprayed the entire inside of my body with his hot
cum.

He buried himself deep, pressing his body against mine as his cock filled
me completely. Soon I could feel his juices starting to flow out of me,
running over my ass and trickling to the small of my back and the base of
my spine.

* * * * *

Narjan led me back down the path to the town. I saw more people now, seemed
like they were getting up after a night's sleep. I noticed that there was
more light in the cave, light that came from the holes. The sun was rising
outside. What was so remarkable about the people in the cave was that they
all seemed to be in their twenties. In an old society like this, probably
at least a thousand years old, how come all the people were in their
twenties?  How come they were all guys? I had a lot of questions, but
nobody I could ask. Nobody who understood English, and my phrase book
wasn't much help, except when I wanted to ask simple questions about food.

Narjan took me to a house right by the lake, and he called somebody. A
blond guy came out. I looked at him, and he looked at me. Narjan introduced
him to me as Joran. I studied him, and it surprised me that his hair was
blond, and he had blue eyes, as everybody else seemed to have dark hair and
brown eyes.

The next thing that surprised me was that he said something that I
recognized. He spoke to me in English.

When he saw my expression, he started laughing. "You wonder why I speak
English?" he asked me. I nodded.  "I'm an American. I discovered the cave
in 1945, after the war."

This puzzled me even more. "In 1945?" I said, "but you don't look like
older than 20."

Joran laughed again. "Before you came, I was the youngest person
here. Would you believe me if I said that the others were more than 1,700
years old?" I said no.

"In about 300 A.D. there were 200 young boys who ran into this cave for
shelter when a landslide of mud and rocks started in the valley where you
found the entrance, and tons of rocks blocked the river and created a lake
in the valley. The boys couldn't get out of the cave, so they had to see if
there were other exits. There wasn't, but instead they found this huge
room, where they built a town."

I believed the story, as I was in the midst of the town, but that didn't
explain why everybody were still alive, and why they didn't age.

"Well, as you found us, you'll have to stay here, and can't go back to the
world outside this cave," Joran said.  "So I can tell you." He took me
outside, and wanted me to follow him to a small fountain in the center of
the town. It was a beautiful little fountain with the same lights made of
precious stones like everywhere else in the town. In the midst of the
fountain was a little statue, about twenty inches tall, of two men kissing
each other.

"This water," Joran said and pointed into the fountain, "is keeping us
young." The water was greenish in color.  Joran wanted me to taste it. I
took a sip. It had a sweet fruity taste. I liked it.

"It has a side effect, though," Joran continued. I looked at him, a little
worried as I had just tasted it.

"You'll turn one hundred percent gay. Girls won't turn you on anymore," he
said.

"I can live with that," I said and smiled. "By the way, there are no girls
in this town, are there?"

"No," Joran said. "There never was, unless you count Ilina and Evona. I
don't know what they've eaten, but they've developed a female body with
tits and rounder hips, but still they have cocks like you and me."

I smiled. Two hermaphrodites. I felt my cock growing again. Joran noticed
that. He took my hand and led me back to his house.

Once we were there, I wrapped my arms around him and sank my tongue into
his warm wet mouth, kissing him passionately. Joran was turned on also, he
snuggled up against me and buried his tongue in my mouth. As we were
grinding against one another, I could feel his hard cock rubbing up against
mine. Smiling at him, I moved my hand in between his legs and began feeling
his big fuckstick. I took my fingers and gently rubbed the underside of his
cockhead.

I decided to be playful with him, and grabbed his small, snow-white foot
and began kissing and sucking on his short cute toes. He rewarded me with
boyish squeals of delight. His delectable foot tasted clean and fresh. I
used my tongue to slurp the bottom of his foot, causing him to giggle and
squeal with a renewed sense of pleasure and excitement.

We lay down together and wrapped our arms and legs around each other,
frantically kissing and moaning. He was a beautiful sight. We got into a
sixty-nine position and began passionately sucking on each other's cock. I
slipped his big cockhead into my mouth and started rotating my head,
tasting every delicious fold and crevice on his hard hot dick. Joran pulled
my foreskin back and did the same to me, moaning and groaning as he sucked
my stiff cock. Every time he moved his head, it felt like I was ready to
blow my nuts. His smooth warm tongue tickled the underside of my cock, just
below the piss-slit.

I slurped and sucked on Joran's horny, juice-filled nuts. He had huge balls
that hung low in his thin, hairless ball- sac. I loved the taste and
smoothness of his warm, delicate scrotum. I worked my mouth down lower
towards his warm, inviting crotch.

Joran moaned, anxious to get every sensation of pleasure he could. I
stiffened my tongue and pointed it at his hot tight little asshole. Joran
loved being rimmed.

"Oooh, that's wonderful, shove your tongue right up my asshole," he panted.
I was really excited looking at him in this position. Joran had his hands
wrapped around the back of his knees, giving me a fantastic view of his
horny nuts and tight little asshole. He clenched his toes and waved his
feet around as I gently inserted my finger deeper and deeper into his warm
little hole.

"That feels good! Shove it in me, please shove it right up my asshole," he
said.

He rolled gently from side to side on the floor, his feet locked together.
My cock was so hard it almost hurt, and I knew I just had to bury it right
up his ass.

Getting up on my knees over him, I positioned my dick in front of his
asshole, and I could tell from the expression on his face, he wanted it.

I pulled my foreskin all the way back and began inserting my cock into his
tight hot love channel. I loved watching the expression on his face as my
cock went deeper and deeper into his hot ass. He smiled and moaned,
whimpering, "More, please more. I need it all."

I never knew my cock could feel so good. I gently rocked back and forth,
fucking just the head of my cock into his butt. Every time I moved, it felt
like I was going to pop my nuts. I was moaning. The fuck I was giving was
so good, I had to use every bit of will power I could to keep from blowing
my load. Once I had every inch of my fuck muscle shoved up his ass, I
stopped for a few moments and let the urge to shoot simmer down. It wasn't
an easy thing to do, especially since Joran lay beneath me, begging me for
hot hard fuckstrokes.

I closed my eyes and slowly began pumping his butt again. I shoved my dick
into his wonderful butt harder and faster. He bucked and thrashed on the
floor as he moaned and groaned with delight.

"What a great fuck you are!" he said. "Don't stop, whatever you do, don't
stop fuckin' me. I want it all."

I was on the verge of losing control and told him so. Panting and
breathingless, I said "Can't hold back. Gonna come. Gonna shoot it now."

At that moment, I shoved my cock deep and hard into his warm tight asshole.
I opened my eyes to see the expression of delight on Joran's face. I
started to get the best fuck feel I've ever had. Starting at the rim of my
asshole and traveling through my crotch, I felt wave after wave of pleasure
throughout my entire cock. Huge hot loads of my cream shot out of my
piss-slit. Each load I shot was more pleasurable than the one before it. We
both moaned, we both screamed. I thrust my butt forward, anxious to deposit
every drop of my lovejuice directly into his beautiful asshole.

Finally exhausted, I pulled my limp cock out of his wonderful butt and
collapsed, panting and coughing beside him.

Joran reached his head up to mine and kissed me on the cheek. "Tekuj!" he
whispered, meaning "thanks." Joran would be teaching me the language. I
knew I was home. Two darkhaired guys walked in smiling at us, obviously
twin brothers, presenting themselves as Eronik and Harik. I'd never seen
this much beauty in one place. I definitely was home.