Gay

I bit the pillow when he said that name. And then everything I’d hidden for years began to unravel between the sheets, blow by blow.

When I put my hand on his chest and didn’t take it away, I knew that afternoon wasn’t going to end like the others. He was twice my age and smelled like cold beer.

For months I kept running into him in the elevator, knowing he was out of my reach. That night I found a yellow sign with a phone number and a binding spell.

I closed my eyes in the empty locker room and let the fantasy carry me farther than I’d imagined. When I opened them, there was no going back.

The prince’s convoy rolled in unannounced between the cranes. He got out of the second car, took off his sunglasses, and I knew those three months of silence would break tonight.

When I opened the door, he wasn’t alone: behind him, wearing that practiced rent-boy smile, he had brought a man I had never seen in the neighborhood in my life.

I went to the bathroom on a night with no electricity, convinced I was alone in the house. A phone light lit up the kitchen and I understood why the two of them had been acting so strange.

He came to the apartment of a stranger promising not to hold back. He still had no idea how big the cock was that would take his virginity, or how far that paddle could go.

Our eyes met in the service-area café. I knew he’d follow me into the bathroom, and I knew I wasn’t coming out the same man who went in.

He’d wanted those lips in silence for years. That night, fighting over the console controller, his mouth fell on mine and everything shattered.

He’d kept the app open for months without saying a word. The night he finally replied, there was a discreet hotel and a man named Iván waiting for him.

The shop was empty at three in the afternoon. When he pulled the shutter down and led me to the fitting room, I knew that siesta wouldn’t be like any other.

As soon as the lights went out, she stood up from her seat and settled herself in front of us both. What happened next was no trailer.

At seven on December 31 I didn’t want to go back to the hotel and be alone. I remembered the booth place three blocks away and pushed the door open without thinking twice.

When the door opened, I was still pressing his briefs to my face. He looked at me with a smile that wasn’t angry, but something much worse.

At quarter to eleven I was already going down the stairs in my building. Before leaving I looked through the peephole, just in case I saw someone. The landing was empty. Better that way.

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.

I recognized him the moment he spoke: he was the same man from the week before, the one with that enormous cock that left me barely able to walk for days.

While the others kept drinking, I already had Andrés cornered in the alley. I'd spent hours unable to take my eyes off him.

There was something about the way he looked at me from the platform. It wasn’t just any look. I knew that if I went with him, I’d never be the same.