Gay

When the lockdown ended, I had been holding back for too long. I went out determined to find what I needed, never imagining it would be three men at once.

Daniel forbade me to touch myself while he fucked me. The rule held until the night the trucker came back early and caught us in the bathroom.

When I went down to the hotel gym, I never expected to end the night with swollen knuckles and two broken ribs that weren’t mine. What came afterward was worse.

When he ran back to the car, I was still planning to leave him at the station. At three in the morning, he was pressed against my back, searching for me beneath the sheet.

Adrián thought he was just going up to a friend’s place. He didn’t count on Lucas being awake in the living room, or on the need he’d spent all night holding back.

Widowed, out of date, and alone, Rodrigo just wanted to blow off steam on a Saturday night. He never expected the stranger at the bar to offer him something he’d never considered.

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.

A burst pipe forced the men to sleep together. Toni on one side, me on the other, and between us, Sergio... who wasn’t sleeping quite as soundly as we thought.

Having one cock in my ass and another in my mouth wasn’t my plan for Saturday. But I walked into the sauna, exchanged two looks, and everything changed.

I was twenty-one, coming off a disastrous year, and desperate to be distracted. That June afternoon, one different message changed everything.

We crossed the ocean to celebrate turning twenty-one with them. When we came downstairs dressed, they were waiting, and I knew nothing would ever be the same.

He offered him his hand in greeting and, before letting go, stroked his fingers with a slowness that could not have been an accident. Mateo knew that visit would change everything.

He lived three doorways away from me and only wanted porn and mutual wanking. What I learned about him that afternoon changed everything between us.

That night I put on the flesh-colored tights, the golden little jacket, and the long-haired wig. I had no idea the costume would unleash what it did.

My hands were sweaty and my heart was racing when he set down the controller, changed what was on the screen, and, without saying a word, looked at me as if waiting for me to make the first move.

Dawn found their naked bodies on the tangled sheets. Mateo opened his eyes and tried to reconstruct, hour by hour, how that stranger had ended up in his bed.

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.

I left the gym without showering, just as he’d asked. That afternoon I discovered that obeying another man could give me more pleasure than taking charge.

What was supposed to be an ordinary lunch with a stranger from the internet ended with me biting the pillow to keep from screaming.

Whenever he closed his eyes in that armchair, he returned to the harbor loft, to the hands of the only man before whom he stopped pretending to be someone else.