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In the city's old industrial area, an otherwise rather dubious investor had started many years ago to build a modern youth club. Pure social washing. Like out of the textbook. There were great newspaper reports and a few influencers were on site and put their videos on the net. And when all the excitement was over and the investor was presented in a better light, the project was slowly abandoned. Nobody was interested anymore. Remaining were only a half-decayed building and an abandoned basketball court.
This was exactly where they wanted to meet. Surely one was undisturbed. No one came to this place for a long time. And now the three barely grown boys couldn't let go of each other. At first, they were only thinking about the two other ones. Wishes that had sprouted very slowly and grew out of the ashes of their burnt childhood. And then these wishes had become a desire. An insatiable desire that seemed to be out of this realm.
Their whole world had changed since the day they overdid it with that one guy from that nerd club. There was something different about him. And now it turned out that they were right about that assumption. They had followed that feeling. That fiery desire that had been building up inside them. Actually, what they wanted to do was just talk. About the change that had taken place. But then everything had turned out differently.
Only two weeks ago all three had been sure of their interests. Parties, alcohol and girls. But now they weren't so sure anymore. Things were different now. Or... were they not? None of them could say for sure, but there was this feeling. A sense of deep connection. Something much more than sexual interest or mere curiosity.
It was a desire that consumed them from within and burned hotter than any fire on the face of the earth.
Arriving at the basketball court, the three young men circled each other like predators surrounding their prey. They did not know what their new feelings meant. For now, they knew only one thing for certain. They needed each other. Their presence. Their warmth. They needed each other more than anything else in the whole goddamn world.
Almost simultaneously, all three of them jumped on top of each other. They touched each other — at first timidly, then more and more courageously and intensely. A passion grew out of these touches that could only be stilled if they gave up even the last distance between them. They needed to feel each other. Mutually, together and above all: in each other. And that was exactly what they were going to do.
While they were feeling their passion, something else happened. The sensations of each touch changed. The muscles seemed to move differently and the skin became like wet glue. Where they touched each other, it became more and more difficult for them to separate. As if the sweat of passion had turned into glue and tied them together.
In other places a very different kind of change began to take its course. The bodies seemed to cool down in a very strange way. The skin became like parchment, first cracked and then split open. But the flesh underneath did not bleed at all. Instead, it also seemed to dry out and fall down like dust. In some places you could see down to the bone. With each movement this process intensified, as if the living flesh didn't want to hold on any longer to its former and by now pale bones.
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