Gay

Midnight in the empty station. Iván leaned in to kiss me, and for a second the world was simple, until the ghost of the other voice returned to interfere.

We’d hated each other for ages and wanted to kill each other. What I didn’t expect was to end up taking his cock all the way inside me while the car fell to pieces under us.

I woke up hard, decided not to jerk off the usual way, and went cruising. What I didn’t expect was to end up kneeling with three cocks around my face.

Kneeling in the park, blindfolded and barefoot on the grass, I understood that I no longer made any decisions: he had the key, and I had stopped looking for it.

I had told my mother and friends that Luca was my boyfriend. What I hadn’t expected was to end the night inside a park dragon while the storm drowned out our moans.

I’m finally writing it down: what turns me on is being the anonymous little faggot of a married man, kneeling without knowing his name and him not knowing mine either. That’s it. Over and over.

I pulled out my cock pretending to piss under the tree, waiting to see whether that stranger would dare come closer in the park’s dim light.

We agreed to meet through the app in twenty minutes. I never imagined that that same night a stranger would decide what my body did and whom I gave it to.

We hadn’t spoken in six years when his message lit up my screen. That tent, that shared blanket, still makes me tremble.

Marcos let me go in first, like a gentleman with a crooked smile. Inside, on some planks, two strangers were looking at me, their hands already at their zippers.

I arrived at two in the morning with a dry mouth and one idea in my head: that night I wasn’t going to set any limits, no matter what happened among the pavilions.

When everyone fell asleep, Diego stayed next to me in bed. He said he wasn’t sure whether he liked men. What happened next was planned by neither of us.

He had never seen a man like Lamine, and from the first day he knew he would do anything to get back into his home.

I lay naked on the table on purpose, not covering myself, just to see what he’d do when he came in with the hot oil.

He called me as evening fell to warn me he’d be late. By then I’d already started getting ready: the wig, the makeup, the plug. Only him was missing.

I saw him in the rearview mirror: sporty, with a hard bulge under his Lycra, waiting for my signal. I rolled down the windows and I still don’t know why.

I was dreaming about both of them when I felt someone climb onto the bed. A warm hand traced my back, and I knew before opening my eyes that it wasn’t Mateo.

I crouched among the pines and watched Bruno kneel before a stranger. In that moment, I understood why he'd been avoiding me for weeks.

I got into the car thinking about my flight. Three days later, when I got off the plane, he was already waiting with an offer that made me sweat before I even shut the car door.

I was twenty-two and had never been with another man. When I pushed open the ajar door to 5B, I knew I wouldn’t leave that night the same man I’d been when I walked in.