Lucio Rochero is a rural worker, son of Spanish immigrants, carriage driver, laborer, axeman or whatever it takes; and when there is no work, he goes down to the river to fish dorados to sell. He is known for having lots of children with every chinita he comes across, no matter if she is Creole or mataca, and for having, as they say, the biggest dick there is, they compare him to a donkey and when they want to say that something is huge, they say it is as big as the mataquero’s ass…
He lives in El fin del mundo, a wild and rural place where the canal meets the river. Beyond, only the bush.
The sticky heat of the siesta polishes my skin, I reach the canal by the shortcut to the west, behind the Wichí settlement, nobody goes through it, and that is why I prefer it, I continue along the bank, up the canal and when I reach the intake, in the river, where a backwater is formed, I see that someone is bathing in the crystal clear water, his hair curly and kinky, stretched by the weight of the water, his back very wide, tanned by the sun, flashing wet reflections and a sudden change of color highlighting his light and hairy buttocks that protrude only halfway out of the water, I recognize him, it is Lucio Rochero, the matataquero.
I hide behind some bushes to be able to observe him without being seen, but I only see his back… the curiosity to verify what is said about him is stronger than prudence and I go up to a soft ravine that will allow me to see him better, I place myself to look at him without being seen.
He lathers his hairy chest, lifts his massive arms marked by work and runs the soap vigorously under his armpits, the foam runs down his muscular and strong torso, forming circles in the water around his hips, the clump of pubic hair shines darkly and only the birth of his cock remains out of the water, a thick trunk that is lost in the foam that surrounds it.
He turns and once again he is on his back while I intuit that he washes his dick and balls, dives to remove the soap, emerges from the water shaking his hair.
-Come here…
He turns around and faces me.
He has discovered me.
-Come Polaquito, take a bath with me….
I am frozen by this unexpected invitation and I only manage to shake my head.
-It’s better for you, you don’t know what you’re missing….
I go on my way while he, already on the shore, puts his pants directly on the wet skin…
After a short walk through the bush I reach my destination, the place is very peaceful and quiet, nobody ever comes, there is a small beach formed by the bend of the river, I undress leaving my clothes next to the backpack I have, away from the current and I jump into the water to swim for a while, I like being naked in the middle of nature, in the backpack I have a sandwich and fruits, but I am not hungry yet so I take a book I have with me and I lie down on the beach of the river to read.
All the time the image of the naked man crosses my mind, I even turn the pages without understanding what I read.
When he said “you don’t know what you’re missing…” did he mean the water or himself? I get excited thinking about it.
I put the book aside, the tranquility and the lullaby of the river relax me and I lose myself in a reverie, naked and in the sun.
I regret not having accepted the invitation of the killer, but…
it continues…