Centuries ago, in ancient China, there was an emperor who had a young male lover. This was forbidden and he was very discreet about it. The empress was a bitter woman and while she loved the throne, she hated the emperor. She was also very suspicious of him and wanted the be the only person to rule the empire. But the emperor always stayed one step ahead of her.
The emperor’s male lover was a young man whose innocent beauty and demure presence captured the emperor’s heart. The emperor’s favorite game was to chase the young man around the bedroom and slap his bubble butt. Sometimes he would catch the young man, trap him in his powerful legs and gently slap his butt while the young man laughed uncontrollably.
One night, the empress got even more suspicious when he saw the emperor’s eye wandering during a royal dinner. She followed his eyes and saw the young man. He was even more beautiful than her. She glared at the young man and her evil mind started to work.
The next day, the empress consulted an evil sorcerer. The sorcerer feared the empress’s cruelty and did not want to disappoint her. He took a magic potion to peer into the emperor’s mind to find out more about the young man. After a few days, he told the empress of his plans. The queen listened and gave her approval. It would be a very devious plot.
The next day, the emperor looked all over the palace for his young lover. As he went from room to room, he suddenly encountered the empress.
“Did you lose something?” sneered the empress.
The emperor ignored her and kept on walking.
“I’ve turned your lover into a watermelon. You should hurry down to the market before someone else takes it home and eat him.”
The emperor turned pale and ran to the market. The market goers were shocked to see the emperor there by himself and everyone stood back. The emperor saw the many stalls selling watermelons. He went from stall to stall, looking at each, trying to find a clue, if there was one. His hands rested on a watermelon and he started to caress it. He moved to another one and then another one. Each reminded him of his lover’s bottom. Then he started to gently slap one and then the next one. The sound of the watermelon being slapped reminded him of his sweet, young lover.
A stall owner finally mustered up the courage to ask “Your highness, may I ask why you are tapping the watermelons?”
The emperor looked up and said “I’m trying to find my sweet one.” And then he took one of the watermelons home. Each day, the emperor returned, tapped the watermelons and took one home. Eventually the villagers started to emulate him in the belief that they too would find a sweet watermelon.
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So boys and girls, that’s how this all started. Remember this next time you’re at the market and tapping a watermelon.