Gay

I was twenty-seven and hungry for everything. He had broad hands, gray eyes, and a cock that, that afternoon, still didn’t know it would be tasted before dawn.

I went into the cinema alone, heart racing, and within minutes I had a stranger’s hand on my ass and my eyes fixed on men fucking between the seats.

I went down into the steam room horny as hell, my ass already throbbing. I never expected three strangers to split me apart that same afternoon.

Every Friday, I was on duty at the bar, wearing my collar and ordered to open myself to anyone who wanted to use me.

We went down for a beer to break the ice, but in the elevator his hand found mine, and I knew there was no turning back.

I was only going to look and satisfy my curiosity, but when I saw his cock, I knew I wouldn't be going home the same man.

I watched him disappear in the elevator and thought I'd made a fool of myself; when the bell rang again, I was still naked and hornier than before.

We locked eyes during the concert, and I saw nothing else that night. When he whispered in my ear in the bathrooms, I already knew he’d end up in my hotel room.

He entered the office defeated, and I only wanted to comfort him; I never imagined he'd end up on his knees between my legs.

I walked two kilometers along the shore looking for someone who could make me forget my name. Beside the eucalyptus, I saw him lying there, with balls like a bull.

I watched him stop beside the bench to tie his shoelace, and within seconds I stopped thinking like a runner and started looking like a horny man.

I recognized him across the party and never imagined we’d end up alone, our hands trembling and our cocks hard inside my car.

I went in for a haircut before leave and came out knowing who would suck me, who would open his ass for me, and who I’d end up with in a car.

No one had ever sucked my cock in front of so many people. And the worst was still to come: what that shameless redhead would do to me at the last cove.

He sat beside me when the theater was half empty, and within minutes my body had already said yes before my mind could.

I rented the room, douched, and turned on the erotic channel. At exactly two, someone knocked: it was him, sweaty from work, his bulge already showing beneath his pants.

Two WhatsApp messages were enough to make my skin prickle. Come to work clean, one said. And I don’t mean from the shower.

I only meant to look at the marquee, but ended up on my knees between the seats, his cock in my mouth as the screen lit us halfway.

I came out of the shower and couldn’t find my clothes; they were folded across my roommate’s knees, beneath the smile of someone who had been waiting weeks for me.

That dawn they paid me just to watch, but I ended up on my knees, with one cock in my mouth and another opening me up without my being able to pull away.