What François does not know is that the wiliness of Laurent also has his plan against François. Laurent, who is two poles away, sees clearly that François is lower on his pole and concentrates on Clément’s boots. As agile as a monkey, Laurent moves two poles to the left. And so he is suddenly on the same pole as François and he lowers himself onto the latter’s shoulders. François cannot hold on for long with the additional weight while the centrifugal force increases …

    A battle starts between François and Laurent. François tries to reach Laurent’s boots but the latter holds them out of reach. In a supreme effort François stretches enough and grabs the top of Laurent’s boot. François holds onto the top of the leg of the boot firmly ; he furiously shakes Laurent’s boot. François clenches his teeth : he is completely hard. He feels Laurent’s boot slip a little… Suddenly Laurent lets his boot fall in order to free it and get a little higher on the pole. Laurent’s manoeuvre proves to be excellent. Taken by surprise François is destabilised : he lets Laurent’s boot fall and slip towards the bottom. He grips the pole again with his two hands but, due to the shock of stopping, he lets one boot fall free.

    There is always this Laurence who is above him on the same pole and who waits for him to become exhausted and slip from the carousel. François has a decision to take. On losing his first boot he greases his pole. Laurent never gives him the possibility of getting higher on the pole. Clement, witnessing the scene, laughs more and more. François knows now that he has no chance of winning this contest but the thing that annoys him greatly is to see and hear Clement who is laughing at him.

    François then tries a new manoeuvre : he stretches out his right hand and grips Clement’s pole. So he is now on the same pole as Clement. In this way he is able to retain his energy and start to climb towards Clement. He finally arrives at the height of his boots. Clement does not laugh any more… He asks François “What are you doing ?” François replies, out of breath, “! have no hope of winning this contest but you neither, my dear fat friend… François is on the edge of exhaustion. But in a single thrust he grips his hands firmly on Clement’s boots and let him take his whole weight and… his last boot falls.

    Clement holds firm. The centrifugal force is at a minimum but François’s weight weighs on him a lot. The creasing of Clement’s boots shows that little by little they were escaping. François feels good under the rubber of Clement’s boots which slide little by little… All that… The creasing of the boots, the feeling of the rubber which slips on Clement’s feet makes François produce a super excitation. François does not know if he is still able to hold on for a long period like that… He is exhausted. François is seized by a huge shiver and..., just like Pierre a moment ago in his shorts. But the ejaculation makes him lose all his strength… His hands slip a little… He is thrown off the carousel and falls heavily onto the mattresses.

    François smiles hugely for two reasons. He has got a marvellous, ultimate and extreme moment and in his hands he still holds Clement’s two boots ! Several seconds later Clement falls onto the mattresses. Nothing is hurt except his pride !

Tournoi de carrousel en Nora, by Martinbottes
translated by Alan
page 3/4 © AMBC, 2009.

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