Gay

He came out of the shower with the towel at his waist, as always that afternoon. But that neighbor’s look wasn’t the usual one, and he knew it before he even opened his mouth.

When the doorbell rang, Babacar ordered him to open the door wearing only that ridiculous thong. His friend came in smiling, and Tomás knew that night he no longer belonged to himself.

Bruno let me kneel in front of him, but he never kissed me: he said that wasn’t something you did with just anyone. I just wanted to stop being just anyone to somebody.

I walked out of that meeting with my blood boiling. That night I didn’t want to play soft: I wanted to destroy the two boys waiting for me on their knees on the mattress.

We’d spent months fucking under the rule that he was straight. That night, with my plan on hold, he looked at me in silence and I knew something was about to break.

Adrián measured every gesture with me, as if he knew something I didn’t. It took me a while to discover that the boy I was kissing already had his suitcase packed and a life waiting for him in another city.

Saúl's last message had arrived seven days earlier: “Six o'clock. Don't be late.” And at six on the dot I went upstairs, my pulse in my throat and my body decided before my mind.

The blacksmith had gone to see the earl. We only needed a few minutes behind the woodpile to forget the whole world condemned what we had.

I was alone, enjoying the last afternoon sun, when a young man emerged from the water and sat too close. His question wasn't really about a cigarette.

When I stepped through the curtain marked “only studs,” I had no idea I’d end up holding a cock while its owner got fucked in front of me.

I thought it would be just one afternoon and one stranger. I never imagined each one would teach me something different, or that the third would leave me voiceless for two days.

I was straight my whole life. Until one afternoon my son crossed the living room and I couldn’t look away from his crotch. That night I knew I couldn’t stop.

His family was eating at the big table while he fucked me in the stable, moving with desperate urgency, as if they could walk in at any second.

I parked outside the house, my hands sweating. It was my first session with a naked client, and I still didn’t know I’d end up with two men on top of me.

I came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, knowing my father was alone. That night I wanted to see how far he’d dare go without alcohol.

He made me wake at an exact time without an alarm, with only his words inside my head. And I obeyed while my boyfriend snored beside me.

When he got into the car and smiled at me, I knew we weren’t going to make it anywhere decent that night. It had to be ours, even if it was only on a dirt road among almond trees.

I saw him in briefs only once and since then I can’t sleep without thinking about him. The fact that he’s my half-brother should be enough to stop me, but it isn’t.

I walked past the booth five times before daring to look inside. The gray-haired man looked up and motioned to me without saying a word.

I needed company. Without thinking, I asked him if he wanted to get in with me. What happened next changed everything I thought I knew about myself and my friends.