The Shepherd And The Gentleman (first Draft) (from free porn video

"Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love."

Christopher Marlowe


You open the gate of the farm, a big screeching thing, rusty and heavy, and you must be strong to open it fully because there are grasses and little mounds of mud, pebbles that clunk and stops it on its quarter circle trajectory. Which was not a problem to the young man, the problem was holding Laurindo erect on his feet and open the gate at the same time. Shepherds have a special skill to deal with the forces of nature and a****ls, the rain was pouring sheets and buckets and pots of water, his clothes and Laurindo's completely drenched, and this was a situation to balance the corpulent man with one hand, and the other forcefully used, the left arm muscles to oppose the resistance of the iron. It took expert knowledge of the forces of gravity, balance, geometry of solids, a physical world Daniel dealt every day, but didn't know existed and much less could he pinpoint them in words. His concern was to escape the rain, as quickly as possible, what would he care about physics and all that? He would laugh at me writing this, that's for sure. Even when he said that his name was of an angel, he didn't have a clue about it, a priest told him that one day and he just didn't forget; and he didn't crossed any book with that story, but if he did he would read it and ask questions, for he was a shepherd, but a curious one.
The gate opened with a certain difficulty and they entered the 'farm', which didn't have anything farm-like, much less a house on sight. There was this wild garden surrounded by great thick walls a metre higher than their heads, secluded and in need of a gardener's pruning scissors. Red Silver Maiden Grasses were a jungle and taller them the two men walking through them; it seemed another part of the world but the village of Lourosa, azaleas of many colours growing in between and tall and un-pruned, a veritable alien forest you couldn't guess from the outside road and walls; and they walked in the only pebbled path, crunching those round stones muffled by the rain and the wind. Laurindo was searching for the keys, but the trees and autumnal foliages didn't allow the referred sight of any house; orange and golden glows with the imagined thorns hidden by the night, gigantic rose trees and lavender in every direction you looked; and then the biggest miracle of them all: a forest! Laurindo couldn't find the keys and was searching all his pockets (except the one where they were). Daniel, even under this dark tempest and nastiness of a weather, opened his eyes in awe. In front of him the pebbled path continued with trees on both sides, immensely beautiful and flamboyant, oh, red, Caucasian, paperback, Japanese maple trees were everywhere, common hornbeam, beeches and red oaks... His mind told him that during a sunny day this tree garden would be like paradise, and he could be an angel in the middle of it, he could recognise well the varieties and for a second he imagined taking care of them during the summer, and the previous jungle of grasses and flowers too (hardly could be called a garden).
- I think I lost my keys, mumbled Laurindo turning to the lad, but it doesn't matter, we can crush a window or something...
- That won't be necessary, yous try the trousers' back pocket...
So Laurindo did, and they were there, how did you know?
- The sound from them, while yous walked!
Under the trees there was no rain, just thick drops coming from them like little projectiles crashing in their heads. He could see the lower part of the house, finally, and Laurindo walking in front of him, solidly straight and a bit faster. Daniel thought for a second that that gentleman pretended to be drunk... and here he was in the middle of a secret forest of magical trees, one of the things he adored most, taking care of them, pruning, grafting, climbing on them... What a beautiful place!
The house became more visible and in front of it was a large pebbled patio. Shutters close on all windows, a massive wooden front door you reached climbing four marble steps with two stone lions with mouths open in a growl. The keys jingled and one of them penetrated the keyhole crunching the metal, the mechanism moving inside and the door opening. They entered it and an electric light illuminated the hall. Daniel had never been in a house like this, not even the priest's house he knew was this size, and he guessed an old kind of splendour, the heaviness of the scented house indicated past glories and illustrious lives, none of the kind he ever known, he was sure of that, and he had to stop and stare at those marble stairs going up to the first floor, the chandelier hanging in between it and the groundfloor, myriad crystals spelling rainbows and warmth. He had to stop, as we said, for another reason. That scent his nostrils were absorbing was something, or a mixture of things, he never ever felt or could imagine, but he could apprehend cedar and polish (or cedar polish) among the others he couldn't put a name to. It smelled like time, not that Daniel could put it that way, but he felt it deeply in his lungs and he was ecstatic and marvelled with that scent. The wooden walls were covered with real paintings with men and women and c***dren dressed in a strange but funny way and landscapes of places he never could imagine, and they grew up through the stairs, vanishing on the curve of it. It didn't matter he was giving birth to a pool of water in the dusty carpet underneath or that he started to shiver with cold and the clothes glued to his body. Something of extraordinary, this place. In the middle of the entrance wall was a dried circular marble fountain, and on the centre of it a beautiful white statue, one metre high, of a young shepherdess with a staff and a little dog with its front paws on her leg, tongue out in its open mouth and staring at the girl. It is not possible this to be true...
When Laurindo appeared from the corridor under those spectacular stairs he awoke from the dream, not sure for how long he did stayed there with his open mouth too, staring at those marvels.
- You gonna catch your death, boy!
Laurindo held some clothes on his hands and his torso was bare.
- Come, need your help.
Daniel was afraid of walking in those carpets, he would wet them all! He followed the half naked man into under the stairs where he found the gigantic house's kitchen. It wasn't a normal kitchen by his standards, no, sir, it ain't a poor's kitchen, no, or a priest's or a rich man's kitchen. All windows were closed shut with thick wooden panels and the sound of the rain and wind came through just like a muffled noise. There were two bid wooden tables and two stoves and plenty of cupboards with glass panels or wooden, brown and varnished.
- Help me with the fire, can you?
Sure he could, he was an expert at it. Laurindo placed the clothes on the first table and said he had to go upstairs to look for clothes for him, it won't be a second, try to start the fire, will you? You should take those clothes too, you will catch a pneumonia! And he vanished again. There was a superb marble fireplace deep into the wall, you could enter it, cook on it for twenty people. In front of it were two black old sofas and a tiny table with matches, newspaper... Logs and logs of dry wood rested on the left and in a box more newspapers and splinters, bits of wood, all he needed to make a fire the size of a burning heart. He took his drenched heavy traditional coat, the so called samarra, hanging it on a chair by the first table where his hat found rest too. The wool old green jumper slightly wet, so he took it out and hanged it in another chair. The wool trousers thick too, and now even thicker with the weight of the rain; his feet drowned, here they go the leather boots flying into near the ashes of the fireplace. The trousers were glued to the hairless thick legs and they couldn't come out, sticking to the skin, but finally, with a splash when they hit the tiled floor they too flew. No socks, because that was a thing almost unheard of to Daniel. He picked the trousers and placed them over the wooden logs to dry. His dirty shirt covered the boxer shorts with stripes of grey, pale blue, white and black, they were wet too but Daniel thought it was better to dry him himself with the heat of his body and not take them out; he couldn't do it, not in presence of that gentleman and on his house!
The fire was quick to come to life, and the first yellow flames came licking the air and Daniel's hands, how nice it was, thought he while kneeling on the carpet, his hands held against the baby fire, like hands held in prayer. His face recovered his freshness a few minutes after, the flames growing high. Now he could cover those twigs and little slices of wood with a proper log, or two, and the kitchen would stop its shudders in the night's freezing. Damn October, so wintery, usually you can still go the beach by this part of the year! Not that Daniel has ever seen the ocean! In this month he would wear just a shirt and dive into the river or the streams and lagoons on the mountains were goats and sheep were his friends and companions. He could feel his chest warming up and he calmed down suddenly. Yes, it was very desperate of him to talk with this twenty-something gentleman just like that, choosing the words carefully not to offend, of course, and more, he had the courage of following him. By now Daniel could have been on that road with some teeth broken and blood coming out of his nostrils and a black eye, if Laurindo was a bad character like there are too many in the world. Here he is in with a roof above his head, only the gods would know where he was supposed to sleep tonight, maybe in a barn if he was lucky to find or under a tree in a field, as he is used to, but not used to like it. The heat on his knees and bare legs was a blessing after such a day, his torso warming up, his head clear and calm, not a worry in this very moment. He placed two more chunks of wood in a pyramid shape and the tongues of fire immediately lick them. This way his old boxer shorts would dry very fast, and actually he was becoming very warm, maybe he should take off the sweater, and so he did; after all his shirt covered his in between legs and he was decent! Where is Mister Laurindo? He looked around the kitchen slowly, a single electric bulb suspended in the ceiling but giving a very weak light. Better than nothing, he thought. The heat was making his penis dilate slowly and comfortably, and he could feel it growing, its head inside the skin and a pleasurable shiver came from behind his testicles into the flat stomach, expanding to his chest and neck, a sweet little electric shock on the base of his neck. Possibly the other man fell into bed, he was a bit dizzy with the wine, he have said, but he was sure he was pretending; or, as usual, he is making a story to entertain himself. Maybe the man is upstairs snoring; did he fall asleep with those wet trousers? You never know how people react to the same thing. He might have to take a look, just in case something was the matter.
Laurindo appeared once again, and Daniel noticed his red eyes. Yes, he is a bit tipsy, and the rain might make him start sneezing... He didn't change the boots or the trousers, but he smiled a bit when he entered the kitchen when he saw the fire going fine and strong. He walked to the fireplace. In his hands he had two large black cotton towels decorated with two immaculately white long johns unfolded. He threw Daniel one of the towels and put the long johns on the back of a sofa.
- I had to search for the johns, I don't use them for years; but with this weather here in the north it is advisable to put them on.
He pulled one sofa near the fire and left his towel there, repeating the gesture of hanging on the back his long johns that have been ironed, Daniel noticed. The older man opened a big cupboard by the closed windows and from there took out two big glasses; on the other cupboard he discovered an open, almost full bottle of red wine that went near the fire extending one glass to the lad. Laurindo sat in the sofa near the fire and groaned,
- Ops, this weather doesn't agree with me. Help yourself to the wine, there is more, and dry yourself, your hair in dripping with water and your feet are violet! Take that shirt out, man, and dry yourself, there is only us around here, don't worry, no ghosts either!

They smiled but Daniel, with the black towel in his hand, couldn't move at all. His cock was now half engorged with blood and fought against the boxers, he had to move to unseen and discreetly put it at ease. Laurindo bent his naked torso and grabbed the bottle, filling his glass, I am not telling you again, you know, just help yourself. He took the glass to his red and beautiful lips and had a big sip, sighing. He searched his trousers pockets and took a petrol lighter, a pack of brand new filter cigarettes and a silver box that he opened. Do you smoke, Daniel? The lad tilted his head positively and placed his big hands on top of his groin, the blooming cock stubbornly growing, and if he didn't that the mister in the other sofa would see, his salvation being the black towel. He rose from kneeling, placing the towel strategically in front of his boxers, and pulled his sofa with the johns, and his movements freed his cock, the head completely out of its skin. The heat from the fire warming his back and bare legs. Laurindo stared at him while he sat, and smiling went back to the bottle and other glass, filling it. He offered it to Daniel which towel was invisibly pulsing with his erection. the younger took it and had a a gulp, it was excellent! They were close now, the tiny wooden table in between them, less than a metre, sofas at an angle where they could see pretty well each other to talk and receive the fire graces. If Daniel removed the towel to dry his head the other man would see his affliction, the complete erect cock inside his boxers. So he pretended to stare at the fire crackling and a little sigh escaped his throat. From the corner of his left eye he could the man sip once again the wine, with evident delight and calmness and then placing it in the table. Laurindo took the cigarette pack and placed it there too,
- You can open that pack, if you want, but I have here in this box some special cigarettes I bought in Lisbon before I came back. I rolled them myself, they taste a bit funny sometimes but they are pretty good. Which ones do you prefer?
- To given horse one cannot be fussy, Daniel answered smiling, showing his straight teeth that maybe needed to be flossed and brushed. Yous choose, sir.
- There you go again, lad! I do not like that treatment. We are two men alone trying to warm their carcasses after a deluge, and it is nice to be here in front of the fire. Promise you call me Laurindo, and that's enough, yes?
Daniel once again tilted his head affirmatively. Laurindo lit one of those cigarettes from the box, the fire coming on its tip like a red firefly, taking a drag that he inhaled deeply. His hand went on Daniel's direction and his fingers picked the thin but long rolled cigarette, touching the other's fingers. It was real good that small touch and he shivered.
- I told you, you will catch your death, and me too... You can taste better that ciggy if you swallow the smoke into your lungs, promise...
Another 'magic' cigarette was lit and deeply absorbed. He took an ashtray from underneath the little table where he put the cigarette. Then he decided that was time to warm up; and not care for the young man besides him in the sofa; no need to be nice, he was in his house. His large hands retired the boots from his feet, schlaping away, which made him smile, one at the time and threw them behind him, and followed the wet socks, plash. The leather belt opened, and he unbuttoned the trousers carelessly, not noticing the lad was transfixed on his hairless torso and the hands starting to take off the trousers and sucking on that 'magic' thing he had in his mouth, deeply as he had advised. It was bitter that tobacco, but Daniel didn't think it was that special. He felt the smoke invade his lungs, once, twice. He turned his head to the fire and took another deep drag, and then more wine. He heard the trousers collapse behind the man's sofa, but he didn't turn his eyes. He could glimpse in the corner of the eye that older man take his long white boxer shorts, and the ritual of sending clothes up in the air repeated itself. He could see the man was stark naked but didn't have courage to look. He took the wine glass, without turning his head, and gulped more, and the cigarette was sucked rapidly into the deep of his breathing, and it was almost finished! Laurindo was drying his black hair with slow movements with the black towel; Daniel could see it covering his head and face, and turned his head slightly discovering that the man's cock was half erect, its head didn't have any skin over! The hands movements accelerated and he sighed once again mumbling something not understandable. Daniel obviously started making comparisons between their bodies the quicker he could, but rapidly he had to stare at the fire because the man rose from the sofa, drying his feet first and then the legs, feeling the heat straight in his flesh, the feeling being utterly delightful. He caressed his genitals with the towel and then dried his torso.
- Man, you are still in the same position... You don't have to be shy or ashamed, aren't you a man, aren't I? So hurry up, don't want sneezes around all night.
He took a gulp of wine and knelt in front of the fireplace with his back to Daniel, which was observing the white derriere and its rose light brown crack where some dark hairs decorated it, part of the testicles visible in between the legs. Laurindo's head solid up top, seating in handsome and muscular shoulders. Like him, the man didn't seem to have much hair on his body, except a bush atop his swelling cock, as he glimpsed a second before, in a flash. His own cock was rock hard and pulsing. He took his towel and dried and cleaned the head, a feeling of tender caresses from the fabric, light and soft. This feeling went from his head straight down to his testicles and cock and he felt good and even a bit relaxed. Laurindo, still kneeling by the fire, turned to him while sucking his almost finished cigarette, moment when he threw it to the ashes in front. When the towel came from Daniel's head, the older man was drinking more of his wine and lighting another smoke. With not much determination, Daniel unbuttoned the dirty shirt, still only too aware of his monstrous erection inside the boxers, but he smiled at himself in clear pleasure; if the man didn't have troubles with his own nakedness, so he would try to do the same. His head was lighter, he confirmed, and his eyes seemed too sensitive, as if they were seeing better and clearer, and his ears suddenly perceived more sounds coming from the fire; and that was good to feel, he thought to himself. A light pleasurable warmth invaded his body and he realised things were simple and natural, as when he would get naked in the mountains under the summer sky and the sun would burn on his skin, transforming it into a dark bronze of a tan! The shirt fell on the floor and he tried to pull the boxers down, with the towel on his lap, but the penis was stuck in the front aperture, which he thought funny. He forced the pull and the penis followed the movement. The feeling was exquisite, the cock surrounded by the fabric, pulling it under the towel, the light friction delighting him. Finally the boxers came down to his knees and with one hand he freed them of his legs, and they fell on top of the shirt. He pretended to dry his chest and stomach, his cock and pubes and then the muscular legs. The feet were last.
- So, said Laurindo raising from the floor and sitting on his sofa, continuing to sip wine and smoking, tell me what can you do for a job. Tell me about you, I want to know. After all, you are a stranger...
They smiled beatifically at each other, eyes meeting calmly. Laurindo was relaxing, finally, warming, and stark naked, Daniel thought, just like me, the black towel still on his lap though. He was fascinated with his penis, a bit thicker than his own and longer by two centimetres, he calculated, the dark white cock was supported by the thick pubic hair and its un-skinned brownish head gravitating past the belly button; where did he lost the foreskin, Daniel asked himself? Never heard of that, never seen any like that, not that he has seen many dicks in his life; his own all his life, obviously, his brother's, as they bathed together many time, to save water. He has seen other shepherd's penises, but they were covered by skin, like his own, and never hard or big as Laurindo's. He had curiosity enough to stare at the other shepherds washing in the river and measure with his eyes their cocks in flaccid states, or half hard, and he always thought he had the bigger of them all, even his brother's. Curiosity stopped there and his thoughts would diverge to other things. Until tonight he was the Priapus' champion, the one with the thicker and longer cock, though he hardly thought about it or gave any importance.
- I lived with a****ls and forests all my life, I don't know how to do anything else. I am a shepherd since I remember, really. When not herding I would work in the fields at the end of autumn and during the winter, pruning, sowing, grafting, cleaning, or in the forests too, cleaning them and cutting trees down for the sawmills, to make some dough. In winter I stayed with my brother and his wife - the summer was different, always on the fields and mountains, moving all the time to find better pastures for the cattle. That's it, really.
Laurindo checked the wine bottle, empty. He rose and went to the cupboard. Daniel couldn't take his stare from that bottom, tanned as the rest of the body, firm and round, but muscular, a mole in the right cheek, and a beautiful cheek; he surprised himself thinking these things, what was going on with him? The fact remained that his erection hardened. The man brought another bottle back that had a cork half out visible on the neck's mouth. He filled his glass and glimpsed Daniel's, which was empty too on the little table. Laurindo noticed the black towel covering the younger's lap, smiling. Innocence is a beautiful thing, he thought. He fed the fire with four more logs. Daniel's cock was pulsing watching the man 's back and bottom, his muscular hairless arms like him, the strength of his neck... It wasn't long before the fire grew into grandness. Peculiar lad, peculiar evening, Laurindo ruminated. He went back in his sofa.
- So, you can think you may be of help around here? You've seen the entrance garden and the little wood. We have a field and an orchard too. I'll show you them tomorrow.
- Of course I can help, if yous want, yes, they need handling and treatment, the roses need pruning... All the leaves should be burnt or make manure out of them, easy. Yous trust me, done it before, caring for fields too, all kinds of things to plant and harvest, potatoes, greens, yous says and I do...
- Won't your family and friends miss you?
- Nah, yous lucky! I have no family anymore and friends never.
Laurindo stood and took three paces, picked up the boy's shirt and underwear. He turned his back to him, just a hand from the youngest, his hands threw the pieces into the fire. He turned and took the towel form his lap. Walked to his sofa and placed it on the floor. He looked at the young man. Now free from any fabric to cover him he had placed one hand on top of his cock but it was only too visible, the balls in between the legs, no hair at all, small pubes of curly hair. The boy was completely and nakedly excited. His testicles were big and he could see the base of the cylinder of the dick, dark and thick. He smiled,
- No need to cover yourself, man, I won't eat you.
He was completely absorbed the lad's nakedness, the lean torso with very brown large nipples, no hair anywhere to be seen, a great chest breathing a bit faster than nit was, his Adam's apple thick and protuberant in the thick neck, his eyes pure and clean, a little nose and that little almost invisible moustache. His eyes descended to his hands, one covering, still, his cock, the other lost on his stomach. That was a stare of beauty, a shepherd in his kitchen, a lad, shy of his nakedness. Laurindo was resisting touching his balls and aching cock, he noticed a drop of that viscous liquid on its head, he was well ready to abuse himself in front of the lad, to touch himself. He felt his sphincter contract and expand with these thoughts. Nevertheless, as a test, he didn't caress or touched himself; he lit another 'magical' cigarette and gave it to the lad. Another one for himself, a sip of more wine.
- Won't you miss your girlfriend?
- Yous no know me, no friends! Girls and women are cause of trouble, and yous, as a well in life man should know that! Me brother kicked me out of his house because he thinks me fucks his wife, a thing ugly as a goat.
- But you sure have someone, somewhere?
- a****ls are my only friends, yous know?
The lad was sucking hard on the rolled cigarette, his tongue dry and, not thinking for a second, slightly warm in the head, his left hand took the glass from the little table, exposing in its completeness his hard penis, and gulped on it, absent minded. He never felt like this before. It was, actually, good to be naked in that kitchen with that stranger of a man. His body was invaded by a little army of ants and warm electrical tiny shocks, especially in his groin and anus, an utter will to be like that, naked and warm, and happy! He didn't think, he was feeling. The way he was feeling could be compared as when he was on the top of a mountain naked and procuring with his own hands the ritual pleasure of caresses and touches, his hands feeling his bottom cheeks and opening them, 'for them to breathe', the same hands on the lean stomach and then grabbing his testicles and penis, hard usually, and he would stroke it in waves of happiness, jerking and twisting, shuddering in the most sensitive places... His hands... lost in his own body, solitary under the sun. Yes, it was the same feeling, but without touching himself. Though his eyes were heavy, they see better now, a revelation of sorts, and he felt them expanding slightly, only slightly, the fireplace sending incrusting tongues to his body, another layer of pleasure and good disposition. Though they were enclosed in between four walls he could feel a warm breeze coming from his feet and ascending slowly through his tanned legs, licking his testicles and encircling his hard penis, sucking its head and flowing into his belly, that started convoluting in fragmented spasms, one at the time, one stronger than the other. This warmth continued to his chest devouring him in sensations he never felt before, slowly, slowly circling his neck, slowly, the saliva going down the throat, he could feel it like lava descending - slowly. This breeze flew over his face and he had to force his sphincter to tighten hard, with no will of his, the resplendent tongues firing the forehead, the brain caressed by strong hands that made him groan on the sofa, eyes wide open staring at the fire. He didn't see it, but his cock was pulsing in a strange rhythm, absorbing all these before unfelt sensations, the whole body in a spasmodic state: his hands suddenly grabbed the arms of the sofa with an unknown strength, so powerful were those beautiful fleshy sensations, he was lost into to them, in them, he lost all the sense of gravity and mind, and he just felt his body whole and incredible, for the first time. He couldn't watch the fire anymore, so strong those body surprises, and he close them without thinking at the exact moment his cock pulsed vibrantly and, in white long thick jets he ejaculated over his belly, another flying into his right eye, another to his right ear, the final ones collapsing into his chest. He was breathing hard and all that he inhaled was fiery and fierce, well and good, the scent of his sperm arriving at his nostrils, deeply, as if it was the first time - a languid warmth from it burning in the skin. He could hear himself breathing harshly, as if he was drowning, gasping for air, the hands clutched to the sofa fabric and wood, his mouth open in delight... Every convulsion would force his sphincter to expand or hardly tight itself, the muscles forming a cohesive amalgam of spasms and vibrations, his whole body shrieking in unison, the torso moving upwards, the open legs and feet standing in the air. And not for a second did he grab or touched his testicles or cock, thus showing how fortunate he was, and he didn't know it. His brain was not projecting any kind of images while this happened, all was new, a blank slate, a white page - he must write this down on his own, because this unique moment put him aside from the normal folk humankind is made of. He couldn't stop jerking, the body was completely autonomous and he just followed it without thinking, such a rare thing it is, then and now. Therefore he couldn't open his eyes. There is a secret gravity and feeling so overwhelming that the skin over his eyes refused to open, until the final spasm, and not because he was tired or falling asleep, quite the contrary: he was too much alive receiving and experiencing his own glory and mortality, la petite mort, that huge death he felt, the collapse of rationality: it was pure feeling, sensation, instinct, flesh, carnality, redemption. It was not a heaviness, not a sleep. His cock was still spurting sperm in waves, now slower, and he couldn't and didn't realise why he would want to stop, the question was not pertinent, because there were no questions being asked, at all, his mind was blank, and he thought with his body, the totality of it, not expecting anything and forecasting any of this, all came in spurts and feeling, and he couldn't even start to question it, or anything else in that moment.
For how long Daniel kept his eyes closed, he was not aware of. It didn't matter, at all. He was feeling and digesting those same feelings, why did he have to be aware, if you asked him? He was the world on those moments, pure fibre and feeling, brain transformed in a catalyst to wondrous events, registering all of it. This peace he never felt before. This was a place he desired to be in. Whole, immense, universal, only a body.