The Summer Afternoon When My Cousin Surprised Me
That afternoon, with the fan roaring and the house empty, my cousin looked at me differently and said he had something to prove to me. I had no idea how far he'd go.
That afternoon, with the fan roaring and the house empty, my cousin looked at me differently and said he had something to prove to me. I had no idea how far he'd go.
He had a girlfriend and acted tough, but that night, locked inside the bathroom stall, he was the one who grabbed my neck and asked me to suck him properly.
I climbed the stairs behind him, breathing in his cologne, not knowing his roommates would come back two hours earlier than expected.
It was three in the morning when I felt his mouth searching for me in the dark, and I knew this time I’d be the one to guide him to the end.
I was drunk on the subway when I opened the app out of boredom. I had no idea that message from a stranger would end with me on my knees in a dark storage room.
For years I told myself I was the typical straight guy. I was lying. My hand jobs were for the guys in the locker room, and it took me too long to admit it.
When three knocks sounded on the bathroom door, I assumed it was Carla. But he was the one who came in, without waiting for an answer, barefoot and bare-chested.
I arrived at his door carrying depression and one too many beers. I wasn’t looking for sex. I was looking for someone who understood why I couldn’t face the mirror anymore.
I walked past the booth five times before daring to look inside. The gray-haired man looked up and motioned to me without saying a word.
I met him at an awards show neither of us wanted to be at. I gave him a light in the back hallway and, without knowing it, I gave him everything else too.
My mother had sent me to ask her for a couple of eggs. Doña Marisol opened the door in her robe, her hair still wet, and looked at me in a way I would never forget.
When I told him it was my first time, he paused for a second and looked at me. Not with doubt, but with something that looked far too much like satisfaction.
I entered that restricted area on purpose. Something about those uniformed men had attracted me from the moment we arrived, and I knew exactly what I was looking for.
He arrived freshly separated, with a suitcase and too much free time. From the morning by the pool, I knew that week wasn’t going to be boring.
When I opened the door, the first thing I noticed was his lips. The second was how he looked at me before coming in. I already knew how the afternoon was going to end.
When the whole village found out, there was no turning back. I fell in love with him knowing I’d have to let him go. And that night was our last together.