What My Coworker on the Job Site Didn’t Tell Me That Night

I’d been working construction for four years and had never accepted going out with anyone from the crew outside work hours. It wasn’t a matter of pride, it was exhaustion. I’d get back to my room after eight at night, shower, and fall asleep with the TV on. Weekends were the same, except I slept in.

That’s why, when Camilo proposed that outing, I hesitated more than I should have.

Camilo was an engineer, Colombian, thirty-seven years old, a six-foot-three giant with a deep voice and a laugh you could hear across the whole job site. He wore a Rolex that looked fake from how shiny it was, but it wasn’t. He always dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks, even around cement. Women looked at him, and men looked at him too, though for different reasons. I won’t lie, it made me a little envious.

—I’ve got a friend, man. A special woman —he told me one afternoon while we waited for the truck with the concrete—. She’s been asking me for fresh meat for a while. You’d be a good fit.

—Fresh meat?

—Renata. Thirty-nine, divorced, dance teacher. She likes trying young guys. She charges a symbolic tip and gives herself like a girlfriend. She sucks cock like her life depends on every blowjob, man. And she’s got a pussy that squeezes your dick like a wet fist.

My name’s Mateo, I’m twenty-five, and my last date ended with the girl calling a taxi before dessert. I was terrible at seduction. Something would catch in my throat when a woman looked at me too long, and I’d end up saying stupid things or going mute.

—And why are you offering her to me? —I asked.

—Because you’re a good guy. And because Renata likes quiet ones. She talks, you enjoy yourself. Pure math.

I laughed. I asked for her number. I called her three times that week and she didn’t answer. I started to think Camilo was messing with me until one night, while I was watching some random movie in the common room of my building, my phone rang.

—Hello, this is Renata —said a sweet voice, almost sung—. Sorry I’m only getting back to you now. Are you free Saturday?

My mouth went dry. I told her yes before I even thought.

—Perfect. Camilo will pick you up. I live far and with this rain I don’t want you taking the bus. And come with energy, my love. I’ve got the whole weekend for you two.

The plural surprised me, but I let it go. I thought she meant her and me, the amount of hours. Only later did I understand she’d meant it literally.

***

Saturday arrived after the longest week of my life. The storm hadn’t stopped since Monday. The streets were rivers, the sidewalks were puddled, and the humidity clung to the walls of my room like a second coat of paint. I stayed shut in all day, pacing. I showered twice. I tried on three different shirts in front of the bathroom mirror, which was smudged with grime. I had to jerk off twice that day just so I wouldn’t blow my load in my pants at the slightest touch, because just thinking about Renata made my dick stand up like a rod.

When Camilo texted that he was outside, I grabbed my umbrella, slammed the door shut, and ran to the building gate. His car was a navy blue BMW that looked like it had just rolled off the dealership lot. I got in, buckled up, and for one second I felt like someone else.

—Do you sell drugs or what? —I asked, laughing—. This doesn’t get paid with an engineer’s salary.

—I spent eight years in college, man. It wasn’t for fun.

He drove with one hand and talked with the other. He kept telling me what Renata was like, what she liked to eat, what music she played. I was only half listening. I kept thinking about what I’d say when I had her in front of me. How I’d keep from going speechless. How I’d manage more than five minutes without coming, because that was my other problem and I still didn’t dare confess it.

—Camilo —I said after a while, watching the water slap against the windshield—, I’ve got to tell you something. It’s kind of embarrassing.

—Spit it out.

—I don’t last long when I get turned on. I finish fast. With the last girl I came before I even got it in, just from her touching the tip with her hand.

He laughed. A low laugh, not mocking.

—Relax. I brought a gel with a delaying effect. You rub it on your dick and it leaves it half asleep, kind of numb. You can fuck for an hour without coming, man. I use it all the time. You’ll last as long as needed.

—Seriously?

—Seriously. Trust me.

Renata’s neighborhood was different. Low houses with gardens, old streetlamps, wide sidewalks. Her house had a black gate and a stone path crossing a closely cut lawn. The oak front door opened before we even knocked.

—Sorry, I’m still not dressed —she said, looking at us barefoot from the threshold.

She wore green jeans, a pink blouse, and yellow socks on her feet. Her reddish hair fell halfway down her back. She was taller than I’d expected. And much prettier. The blouse clung to her tits and her nipples stood out under the fabric, and the jeans hugged a round, high ass that made you want to bite it.

—Nothing to apologize for, my queen —Camilo answered, kissing each of her cheeks with a familiarity it would take me years to earn.

She fixed her eyes on me and looked me over from head to toe without hiding it, and she paused a long moment on the bulge in my pants before looking back up at my face.

—So you’re Mateo. Come in, come in, dinner’s ready.

***

Inside, the house was a different story. White walls, polished floors, dark furniture made of fine wood. Landscape paintings on every wall. A huge rug in the living room. A room at the back with the door half open and warm light inside. Camilo took off his shoes as if he owned the place, loosened his belt, and collapsed onto the sofa. I sat carefully, like I was afraid of breaking something.

Renata served us peach juice and two plates of lasagna that filled the table with the smell of tomato and melted cheese, which made me think of my grandmother’s dining room. We ate slowly. We talked about stupid things: the weather, the traffic, Camilo’s noisy neighbors. I barely opened my mouth. When she asked me about my job, I answered in short phrases, staring at my plate.

—And a girlfriend, Mateo? —she asked at one point.

—No. Not for a long time.

—Better —she said, biting her lip—. That way I get you virgin for what I like.

Every so often Camilo lifted his glass and made comments I didn’t fully understand. He talked about tight holes, thick cocks, asses that opened slowly with a finger. Renata laughed and ran her tongue over her teeth. I laughed without really knowing why. I had the feeling I was watching a movie in a language I didn’t speak very well.

—I’m going to the bathroom for a minute —she said, standing up—. You wait in the room. Don’t run off, okay?

Camilo got to his feet. He nodded for me to follow him. I walked behind him down the hall, went into the back room, and saw a huge double bed covered with a burgundy quilt. A bedside table on each side. A low lamp. The door closed halfway.

—Mateo —he said, putting a hand on my shoulder—. Before Renata comes in, I need to tell you something.

—What.

—I like men. And women. Both things, equally. And I like fucking them both, if possible.

He said it slowly, looking me in the eye. I nodded because I didn’t know what else to do.

—Renata’s been asking me for a while to set something like this up. She gets hot watching two men fucking each other. She wants to see a dick going into an ass, with all the details, and on top of that she wants to get fucked while she watches. That’s why I brought you. It’s not like I picked you at random.

—Wait. You want…?

—I want to fuck you, yeah. In the ass, slow, all the way to the end. And after that I want her to suck your cock with my cum still inside you. But I’m not going to force you into anything. If you say no, we’ll have dinner, I’ll take you home, and nothing happened here. But if you want to sleep with her, it’s going to be after she sees us together. That’s her condition.

I stayed silent for a long time. My head felt stuffed with cotton. I thought about getting up and walking out in the rain. I thought about how I’d explain this to Camilo on Monday at the job site. I thought about Renata sitting across from me at dinner, looking at my mouth.

—Does it hurt? —I asked at last.

—With lubricant, no. I’ve got one with an anesthetic effect. I put it in with my finger first, one, then two, then three, and when you feel open I’ll put the dick in little by little. I never rush.

—I’ve never been with a man.

—I know. That’s why I’m going to be careful. I’ll put it in so slowly you’ll be begging me to shove the whole thing in.

The door opened. Renata came in wearing black and red underwear, barefoot, her hair gathered up in an improvised bun. The bra lifted her tits and made a deep channel between them, and the panties were a thin strip that barely covered her pussy. She smelled like something sweet, like cut flowers. She stood between us and looked at us like a teacher looking at new students.

—Well? Did you work it out? —she asked.

—We’re getting there —Camilo said.

—Decide, Mateo. If you leave, nothing happens. If you stay, there’s no going back. We’re going to do things to you that you won’t forget.

I swallowed. I nodded.

—I’m staying.

***

She came over to me first. She ran her hands around my neck, undid the buttons on my shirt one by one, and pulled it off my shoulders. Then she did the same to Camilo, never taking her eyes off me. I didn’t know where to put my hands. I left them hanging at my sides like a puppet.

—Easy, my love —she whispered—. We’re going slow.

She undid my belt, opened my pants, left me in my underwear. Camilo was already in his boxer briefs, and the difference between the two of us was hard to ignore. His long, thick cock was outlined under the fabric, pulling the boxer briefs forward and downward like a loaded pendulum. Mine, even if it had its share, looked like a kid’s beside that. Renata squeezed me gently over the fabric and grabbed my whole dick in her hand, measuring it. Then she squeezed him and pulled his cock out over the waistband, leaving it out in the open, hard, with a thick purple head and a thick vein running underneath. She did that several times, comparing, weighing, as if choosing fruit at the market.

—Look at it —she said, grabbing Camilo’s cock with both hands—. See what you’re going to eat? Don’t be afraid, my life. I’m going to help you.

She knelt between the two of us. She pulled my underwear down with her teeth, and when my dick sprang out, hard, red, already dripping a thick bead from the tip, she looked at it for a second and smiled.

—What a nice one you’ve got, Mateo. Pretty, straight, perfect to suck slowly.

And she took it into her mouth all the way to the throat, in one go. I felt the heat and wetness all at once, her tongue wrapping around me, the roof of her mouth pressing my head. I had to grab Camilo’s shoulder so I wouldn’t fall. She sucked me from top to bottom, pulling me all the way back to the tip, circling the crown with her tongue, and swallowing me whole again. Her mouth filled with saliva and it dripped down her chin onto her tits.

—Mateo, has anyone ever touched you here? —she asked, sliding her hand down my back to lower than that, and planting a finger in the middle of my ass cheeks, above the hole, pressing.

—No.

—Did you imagine it?

—Not much.

—Well. Imagine it now. Because Camilo’s going to put it in you and I’m going to watch him do it while I keep sucking your cock so you don’t come too soon.

Camilo pulled two little bottles from his pants pocket. One with a viscous liquid that smelled like coconut, the other with a pale cream he spread over my dick without saying a word. He coated me slowly, from base to tip, wrapping his whole hand around it and massaging me. First I felt cold, then warmth, then a strange numbing sensation that left me hard but distant from my own skin. As if the dick belonged to me but wasn’t fully mine to feel.

—That’s the retardant —he said—. You’re going to last. You’re going to fuck Renata for half an hour without coming, man. I’ll sign that.

Renata lay down on the bed, opened her legs, and motioned for me to kneel between them. I pulled down her thong awkwardly and slipped it off over her ankles. Her pussy was almost completely shaved, with a thin strip of reddish hair up top, the lips swollen and parted, shiny, already soaked. I stared at it for a second, too hesitant to move. I kissed the inside of her thigh because I didn’t know what else to do, and lowered my mouth there slowly.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my face where she wanted it, crushing me against her pussy until I could barely breathe.

—Lick me, Mateo. Lick my clit, up there, up there, like that, with the tip of your tongue. Yes, my love, like that.

I obeyed. I ran my tongue slowly, looking for the hard little button that had swelled up there, and when I found it I stayed there, circling it, sucking it, while I slipped two fingers into her hole and felt everything inside her contract. She was hot, so wet my fingers went in without resistance and came out dripping thick juice. I felt her shudder beneath me, lift her hips, squeeze my head with her thighs.

—That’s it, you little idiot, that’s it. Suck my pussy like it’s a tit.

Meanwhile Camilo settled in behind me. He ran a hand down my back, squeezed my ass cheeks, and pulled them apart with a slowness that made me tremble. I felt the cold lubricant running between my cheeks, dripping down to my balls. Then a finger, thick, pressing at my hole, circling, pushing until it gave and slid in to the knuckle. I stayed still, my face still buried between Renata’s legs, breathing through my nose.

—Relax, man —Camilo said, moving his finger inside me—. Don’t tense up. Open your ass. Let it in.

He slipped in the second finger slowly, twisting it, opening me. It stung a little at first, but the lubricant did its job and after a few seconds it wasn’t stinging anymore, just a strange pressure, a fullness, something pushing from within. When he put the third finger in I let out a moan against Renata’s pussy, and she laughed and gripped my hair harder.

—Oh, Mateíto, look at how much you’re enjoying it and you don’t even realize.

—Breathe, my life —Renata said—. Look at me.

I lifted my eyes. She held my gaze the whole time Camilo prepared me. She didn’t let me close my eyes. She didn’t let me hide. Every time I tried to lower my head, she grabbed my chin and lifted it.

—Here. Stay here with me. Look me in the eye while Camilo opens your ass.

When Camilo pulled out his fingers and set the tip of his cock against my hole, I felt the broad, round head pushing. I gripped the sheets. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pushed, slowly, giving me time. The head went in all at once, with a sharp burn that made me clench my teeth, and I lost my breath for a second. Then he pushed a little more, a centimeter, another, another, until I felt his balls pressed against mine.

—You’re in, man —he said, voice rough—. I’m all the way in. Breathe.

It wasn’t pain. It also wasn’t exactly pleasure at first. It was a presence. A fullness. Something occupying a place I hadn’t known I had, pressing on something inside me that sent a strange current all the way to the tip of my dick. Renata kept looking at me, with a tight smile, and she slipped two fingers into her pussy to show me.

—You okay? —he asked, in a lower voice than I’d ever heard from him.

—Yeah —I said—. Keep going.

He moved slowly. So slowly it was hard to believe this was the same guy who on the job site lifted fifty-kilo sacks like they were bread. He pulled almost all the way out, to the crown, and pushed back in to the hilt, with a long, even rhythm that made my teeth grind little by little. Every thrust was a question, and every question waited for my answer before going on. When something inside me settled and the burn turned into a thick tingling that climbed up my back, I started pushing my ass back to meet him.

—That’s it, Mateo —Camilo murmured—. Fuck me too. Move.

I was still with my mouth on Renata, who now held my head with both hands and said things in a low voice that I only partly understood.

—Like that, my love. Stay like that. Come on, suck harder. Stick your tongue in me, stick it all the way in.

***

I don’t know at what point I stopped thinking.

There was a moment when my body started responding before my head did. Camilo found a rhythm and I found it with him, pushing my ass back every time he thrust forward, flesh slapping against flesh with a wet sound that filled the room. Renata sat on the edge of the bed, spread her pussy with her fingers, and made me enter her with a ease that scared me because of how good it felt. She was hot, soft, open, and at the same time she squeezed my dick as if she were milking it centimeter by centimeter. I fucked her slowly, all the way in, and felt her womb neck bump against my tip.

—Put it all in me, Mateo. Don’t be afraid. Break my pussy.

And Camilo kept up from behind, as if the three of us were one moving piece. Every time he drove it into my ass, I drove it into her pussy. Every time I came out, he came out with me. We were a train, a mechanism, a three-bodied machine moving on its own.

The retardant did its job. I lasted. I lasted much longer than I ever had in my life. Renata raked her nails over my chest, bit my ear, pinched my nipples until I jolted, whispered in my ear what she wanted me to do to her.

—Fuck me, Mateo. Harder. Break me. Put it all the way in, daddy. Let your dick fill up with my juice.

Camilo grabbed my waist and set the beat, yanking me back to drive his dick in all at once, knocking the air out of me with a single shove. My head spun. The room smelled like sweat, sex, wet pussy, that sweet-and-sour mixture that comes off three bodies fucking at the same time. I wasn’t myself. I was something new, made among the three of us, that didn’t quite know where it began or where it ended.

We changed positions. Renata got on all fours in the middle of the bed, ass raised, and made me get under her to suck her tits while Camilo kept fucking me from behind. Then she rode me, sat down on my dick all at once, to the hilt, and started bouncing on me like she was riding a horse, her tits bouncing in my face, while Camilo stood at the side and shoved his dick into her mouth. I watched her suck him off in full, eyes watering, swallowing him down her throat while I stayed inside her.

—Suck him, my love —Camilo told her, holding her head—. Suck me like you know how.

She pulled it out for a second, shining with saliva, and ran her tongue along the vein.

—Tonight you’re both going to split me open, daddy. Both of you at once.

And that’s how it was. We turned her over, put her on her side, I lay underneath and she sat on my cock, and Camilo settled behind her and slowly, patiently slid his dick into her ass until both of us were inside her at once. I felt his dick through the thin wall separating us, moving against mine. Renata was screaming, eyes shut, biting her lip, her whole body trembling.

—Oh my God, both of you, both of you, don’t stop, please don’t stop.

We fucked like that for a long while, tight and synchronized, while she came over and over, squeezing both our cocks at once. Every time she came, her pussy clenched around me like a wet fist, and I had to grit my teeth not to empty myself inside her.

When I came, it was a muffled cry, like the air had been punched out of me. I unloaded everything inside Renata’s pussy, shot after shot, feeling her contract around me. Camilo came almost at the same time, with a low growl, and through the wall I felt him filling her ass with hot seed. Renata came after us, with a long shudder, wrapping herself around my neck and digging her nails into my back until I bled. The three of us stayed piled on top of each other, sticky, gasping, cum dripping everywhere, not separating, until the room’s air felt like air again and not fire.

Renata let herself fall to one side and a thick stream of mixed semen came out of her pussy and ass, staining the burgundy quilt. She took two fingers there, moistened them, and put them in her mouth smiling.

—Delicious. Mateo’s cum tastes sweet.

***

That wasn’t the last time that night. We took breaks to drink water, to laugh at nothing, for Renata to tell us stories about when she lived alone and taught dance in the afternoons. We took breaks to start again. The second time, it was Renata who got on top of me, sucked my dick until it stood again, and rode me slowly, her hands resting on my chest, while Camilo lay beside her and licked her ass from behind, opening it with his thumbs and putting his tongue inside. The third was in the bathroom, against the blue tiles, with Renata standing, one leg up on the toilet, and me fucking her from behind while Camilo shoved his dick into me again, this time without the retardant, feeling everything. Camilo asked me two or three times if I was okay. I told him yes, because it was true.

At three in the morning we stopped. We washed up in turns in her blue-tiled bathroom. My ass was stretched and burning, my dick irritated from fucking so much, and yet I felt light, empty, clean inside. Renata made us coffee. We drank it in the kitchen in silence, the three of us with wet hair and half-put-on clothes. She had slipped on a short robe and wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and every time she bent over to serve us, everything showed between her legs, swollen, red, still dripping a little.

—Stay if you want —she said—. There’s room.

Camilo looked at me. I shook my head. It wasn’t fear. It was that I needed to be alone for a while to understand what had just happened.

In the car on the way back, we barely spoke. The rain had stopped. The streets shone. Camilo drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gearshift, and every so often he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.

—You mad? —he asked at last.

—No.

—You okay?

—I feel weird. But okay.

—That’s normal. The first time someone gets it like that, they end up kind of floating.

He stopped in front of my building. Turned off the engine. I stayed there a second longer, not wanting to get out.

—Camilo.

—Yeah?

—Can it happen again?

He laughed softly. That laugh of his, without mockery.

—Whenever you want, man. Whenever you want.

I got out of the car. Closed the door. Went up the three steps to the entrance, opened my room, and threw myself onto the bed without taking off my clothes. My skin still smelled like Renata, like coconut lubricant, like Camilo’s sweat. I thought it would take me a while to fall asleep. I fell asleep right away, with my hand in my pants, holding my soft dick like someone holding on to a memory.

That was the first time. It wasn’t the last.