Gay

When I felt his cock against my ass in the darkness, I knew neither of us would sleep that night. Fifteen years later, I still think about it.

When the lights went out on the 22nd floor and I knew we’d be alone with him for hours, I had no idea how far he’d be willing to go.

He met my gaze with the note in my pocket, not yet knowing that that same afternoon I’d dial his number and find out how far his offer went.

Andrés locked the door even though he knew there was no one else on the floor. When he stood in front of me again, he was no longer my boss but something else.

Diego always turned me on and I avoided him because of my boyfriend. Until that afternoon he took me to the gym sauna and I realized I couldn't keep lying to myself.

Don Salvador had been in the building for a month when I caught him hiding his phone. I didn’t see what he was looking at, but from the way he stammered, I imagined it right away.

I met him at an awards show neither of us wanted to be at. I gave him a light in the back hallway and, without knowing it, I gave him everything else too.

My friend finished his last drink, looked at me from the armchair, and began to tell me why he had left his wife one June morning without warning.

He was twenty years, two months and fourteen days old when he filled the tank, rode up into the sierra, and pushed open the door of the only open butcher shop in Risca Alta.

I arrived at his apartment convinced I was going to penetrate him. I left realizing my body had always wanted the opposite.

It was after one when he knocked on my door. He lived two blocks away, with his boyfriend, and swore it would only be a quick blowjob. Neither of us kept the promise.

The key fell into the water and the back door jammed. Trapped in a one-meter-square box, handcuffed and half-naked, we discovered something neither of us expected.

I rang the bell with frozen hands. I hadn’t heard his voice in two years, but when he opened the door I knew that night we’d finish something we had left open.

When I opened the door at ten in the morning, I had no idea a favor with an iPhone would end with him moaning on his back in my bed.

I was twenty-one and had never been with anyone. A message on an app led me to room fourteen of a motel five blocks from home.

I climbed onto the chair in front of the mirror, legs in the air for the photos my girlfriend asked for. I didn’t expect him to walk in, or what came after.

His hands were no longer seeking the pain in my back. I knew it, he knew it, and still I said nothing when they traveled down the cleft to places they had never reached before.

The doorbell rang after midnight and I opened it expecting pizza. It was a stranger with a bottle in his hand and the truth about my wife on his lips.

I told the guys at the bar I liked men and, without meaning to, opened a door I couldn’t close. That same night, someone followed me into the bathroom.