ENZO EFSERYAN(FREDDIE MERCURY) IS A PROMISING MOVIE ACTOR WHO IS AT A CROSSROADS IN LIFE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND PAULINE AMOS (MARY AUSTIN). APPARENTLY THE END OF IT ALL, IT WILL BE JUST THE BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE FOR THE ACTOR.
MY PARTICULAR HOMAGE TO...
Nothing could get him ready for that host of balkan boys. That superb sample of athletic and flexible bodys, those sharp reflexed limps thanks to countless hours of training. They were a real sample of how the youth, intelligence and freshness could combine in bodys which in its own right you could rated as perfect bodys. Enzo easily was eight or ten years older than they. Staring at them he felt like a sugar daddy. They were by any reckoning inexperienced boys beyond their familiar basket language. They may have all their girlfriends, their first girlfriend with whom they shared the rest of their lifes. All of them straight, sure. Farm kids or sort of, very healthy and provincial.
After the intense circuit in the spa, Duncan and Enzo decided staying at the hotel lobby to have a drink quietly. The next day there wasn't shooting and could get crazy a bit but at first they'd take it easy. They were two gay men searching young flesh and they found it luckily at that luxury lobby. Enzo made a quick dissection of those boys. Darko was the first one falling into his trap. He was 6 feet 7 inches. There was an air of reserve and lack of confidence in his sharp countenance with incipient receding hairline. Then other tall man, Goran, was 7 feet with beautiful turned-up nose and panther movements who left him mesmerized. Nemanja was too 7 captivating feet with black thick beard who looked older than everybody else but coming closer and staring at him he had a teenager smile. Lastly, Slaven, other balkan god was 6 feet 6 inches who had curly hair and full lips. Enzo thought they were a bunch of desirable men, sexually speaking and among them there was a sort of harmony. They were buddys and very funny. At the same time shy like fawns.
Duncan had already chased one of them and Enzo couldn't believe he was so successful. He didn't know what he did to hipnotized them. Many times he was the key to get him flirts with that talkativeness which God gave him. Or maybe it was just his exuberant hair like a poodle which attracted them.
- They want meeting you -Duncan informed him with a mischievous smile-. Come on, they want you sign them an autograph.
- Old bitch, you have chased someone.
- I don't know. I'm hopeful. We'll see. Let's go.
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They couldn't speak good english but they managed quite well. All of them were polite and kind but too tensed. Building up their defences. Slaven spoke a miserable english filled with mistakes and whenever he lost he bit his huge tongue. Nemanja couldn't speak but his own complex croatian dialect and he was smiling him seductively all the time. Enzo nodded with that smile. Goran was quite shy and couldn't fixed his gaze. But Miran, resolute, invited Enzo a drink and started talking to him. He was a gawky serbian guy, he seemed just out of some concentration camp, how thin he was. He offered a cigarette and that Miran's daring act made the rest staring at him, puzzled and who knows maybe jealous. He spoke an acceptable english to make himself understood but that thin boy was just interested in Enzo and Enzo felt rather like touching Nemanja's black beard. The beard one flowed out masculinity all over his huge body and when he signed him and shook his hand, sparks flew. Literally. Enzo's hand made a clicking sound. Such a sound that he drew apart frightened, letting out his typical little scream.
