Getting wet

Towards the river

It was a weirdly hot summer that year, 645 BC, in Miletus, and Thales only wanted to finally feel the sweat to wash off his skin, his throat was also begging to be refreshed after that endless day. He passed the entire morning in an unknown little town somewhere in Anatolia, trying to impress some poor and ignorant paesants, hoping to find someone that had at least a little bit of brain left, only to be disappointed, then, for the rest of the afternoon, he had to travel all the way back to Miletus.

He was halfway to his arrival, and the sun was already leaving his place to the moon, the sky was beautifully painted with pastel blue and pink colors; the young man was walking beside a calm stream surrounded by lots of trees- at least there were enough leaves to cover the little river. He decided he couldn't take it anymore, one more step and he was sure he was going to faint, so he walked towards the creek. He frantically took his chiton off, already relieved by the now fresh air gently touching his boiling skin.

thats G A Y

He quickly walked towards the little river and slowly put the tip of his dick in the water "lemme just FUCK IT" the water CAME. "this shits so good it must be the meaning of life. hell fuck yes. imma tell it to my homies platone n shit"

LATER-

"hey u guys"

"-hey Thales what have you been up to?"

"I got wet af man."