Abril_Stgo

I had spent years practicing with my fingers and toys, but none of them prepared me for the first time I felt another man breathing on my neck and pushing in patiently.

Ramiro texted me that he’d decide in the moment whether he wanted the happy ending. Neither of us imagined how far we’d go that Thursday afternoon.

Cris opened the fitting-room curtain half-dressed and I, instead of backing away, knelt down. What happened next changed everything that followed with Hugo.

I thought of him as just a mate and nothing more. Until that dawn he grabbed me by the neck outside the club entrance and everything I thought I knew about myself fell apart.

When I reached the clearing, Iker was already waiting, leaning against the rock, with that nervous smile he only ever gave me when we were alone.

When he told me he looked like the singer behind the counter when he dressed up, his mother smiled and I understood it wouldn’t stay a joke.

He was twenty years, two months and fourteen days old when he filled the tank, rode up into the sierra, and pushed open the door of the only open butcher shop in Risca Alta.

When I came out of the bathroom that afternoon, I saw him pull his hand out from between his pants. And the TV was lower than usual. It wasn’t a coincidence.

I went in naked and walked among bodies without knowing what I was looking for. When I climbed into the hammock with a glass of wine, a forty-year-old man settled beside me and asked if I minded.

At 21, I thought I could handle anything. But when Esteban put his hands on my back and I felt my body respond, I wasn’t so sure of anything anymore.

When I was left alone with Marcos, the lifelong neighbor, something shifted between us. He came closer slowly and kissed me without asking permission or forgiveness.

Diego looked at me before turning off the engine. We both knew what it meant if I invited him up. Even so, I opened the car door.

He had a notebook of verses tucked under his arm and smiled as if he knew what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have gone back. But I did.

I had him drunk in my hands. Months of fantasies about my roommate, and now only his wet underwear stood between us.

Three weeks keeping the secret. When I knelt behind the lattice and heard his voice, I knew I had to tell him everything, down to the last detail of the sin.