Reborn American Giants

"It's always been the other way around, women have been running away from me," Buniseño continued, taking a sip from his glass.

"So you are a tough guy."

There was a joking tone in the strange man's tone, which made Buniseño, who was now alone, feel a sense of embarrassment. The shame Mehra had brought him and the depression in life came to his mind, "She is my wife,

It’s finally over, a marriage of twenty-three years, and she couldn’t wait to run away from me.”

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Regret? Why are you telling me regrets? You don't know me or her..." Buniseño's voice suddenly increased. He quickly realized that his anger was unreasonable, especially in front of him.

To a strange man whom we met by chance, "I'm sorry, I...I'm sorry, I was rude."

"No, don't worry. If this can make you feel better, just vent your anger on me. I don't mind."

"Thank you," the strange man Buniseño stretched out a hand, "My name is Buniseño Cesar, and my friends call me Cesar."

"You can call me Barca Cesar. Listen, you are not alone. Trust me. There are thousands of people like you in the world. When you are having fun in the bar, you don't have to be so lonely at all. How can I say this?

Yes, when God closes a door for you, he will definitely open another window for you. Think of this as a new beginning."

"I have a friend who said the same thing as you," Bunicenio said with interest. "Of course, his original words were not like this, but the meaning is probably similar."

"So this is the truth," Barca's brows widened. He didn't know if it was an illusion. His smile reminded Buniseño of the feeling of the comfortable sunshine shining on his face in spring.

.

He leaned sideways, one arm resting on the edge of the wooden counter of the bar. The top two buttons of his close-fitting pearl white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing the outline of strong muscles on his chest. What was placed in front of him was not and Buniseni.

It was not the same whiskey as Austria, but a glass of bitter beer. There was a piece of sour lemon floating on the surface of the dark yellow liquid, which made Buniseño think about whether he should also consider it, change the taste, and try something new.

.

But he quickly gave up the idea. He was already quite old, so he still had to stick to the taste he was already used to, and forget about it. Habits are not easy to change. He tried hard to recall his past decades.

In his life, outside of work, whether he has the urge to try new things or new things like this now, the result is a blur.

"Barka, what do you do?"

"I'm a cabin crew member for TransAmerica Airlines. What about you?"

"Just an ordinary civil servant."

"Civil servant? It sounds really boring. But my job sounds very interesting. In fact, it's just that. Those first-class guests will only be discovered when you actually face them.

How difficult it is for people to deal with people dressed in bright clothes. By the way, as a civil servant, do you often travel by plane? "

Buniseño was about to say something when a burst of music interrupted his train of thought, causing him to swallow back what he was about to say. I don't know when there were many more people in the bar. People started to listen when the music just started.

When the time came, they all dropped the wine glasses in their hands, took their "dance partners" down to the dance floor, and twisted their bodies under the psychedelic lights, and the nightlife began.

Buniseño looked at what was happening in front of him with some surprise. A DJ stood on a raised stage. As if to suit the occasion, he dyed his hair and eyebrows "party purple". Buniseño

Neo could not have imagined that a tall and thick man could exude a dazzling charm just like a woman.

The DJ rotated the sound equipment in his hand for disco music. Under the dazzling lights, three very fit young men gave a jaw-dropping song and dance performance. They played with the balloons in their hands and almost danced to the explosive music.

As Music twisted her body, she pulled off the tightly wrapped high-waisted T-shirt, and then her pants...

Right in front of Bunicenio, they took off all their clothes almost instantly.

The DJ held the microphone in one hand and let out a scream like a ghost crying and wolf howling, "The excitement will continue later..."

The men in the audience let out cheers in response, and the atmosphere gradually became fanatical. Some men who were supposed to be guests couldn't wait to climb up to the high platform and actually took pictures with the naked dancers. The poses for taking pictures were very provocative.

The crowded crowd in the center of the dance floor seemed to be in a state of excitement amidst the blaring music. Bunicenio could clearly see that several pairs of men could not help but kiss each other.

According to the bar's promise, these "drag dancers" will also bring more "enthusiastic" performances to the audience after midnight.

Buniseño belatedly discovered that the venue was almost entirely filled with men. The only one or two women were wearing staff uniforms, holding a wine tray in their hands, and shuttled between the wine tables.

between.

Where Buniseño can't see, those "couples" who seem to be already passionate and uncontrollable, under the flash of laser lights, disappear from time to time deep into the dance floor and behind the toilet door, and then turn red-faced and disheveled.

It’s self-evident what happened.

What happened in front of him was an almost devastating challenge to the moral and ethical views formed by the higher education that Buniseño had received for a long time.

He clearly saw, right in the middle of the dance floor, a man wearing a striped high-waisted T-shirt, almost with tears streaming down his face, passionately kissing other strange men. Combined with his movements, Buniseño was very sure,

Those were tears of joy.

Bunicenio suddenly found that in addition to the inner resistance brought by social education to all of this, he actually also felt an inexplicable joy and satisfaction?! (I don’t understand...) This feeling made him

Feeling terrified, he couldn't wait to escape again from this place that made him feel happy...

"It's too noisy here, let's find another place to have a drink," the music was so loud that Barca had to lean into Bunicenio's ear to make him hear her.

Buniseño trembled all over, and then he couldn't help but tremble two or three times...

It wasn't because he thought about going back to the cold street just now, and there was that young prostitute waiting to pester him. It wasn't because Balka's easy-going smile made him feel warm.

But he finally confirmed his feelings. No matter how much he tried to hide and defend himself, he could not hide his deep desire to understand Barka deeply. This feeling was the most real thing that made him feel fear.

reason.

Yes, go deeper, get to know him more "deeply"...

The sound of the music changed, and a more explosive version of "Auld Lang Syne" sounded, filling Buniseño's ears, mind, and even heart...