Gay

I contacted him through an ad site. I’d been trying for a year and nothing ever came of it. That December 24 was the first time I dared.

At seven on New Year's Eve, I didn't want to return to the hotel and be alone. I remembered the booth club three blocks away and went in without thinking twice.

Marcos never said anything without purpose. But that afternoon in the woods, every word he spoke was a line inviting me to cross with no way back.

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

Andrés had spent years asking for more than she could give. That night, Lucía set the knife on the counter, looked at her son, and proposed something none of them would forget.

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.

Years of friendship, and I was looking at what I should never have looked at. One night I made a decision that changed everything between us forever.

Elena suggested it as if it were an innocent game. When Roberto put his lips to Marcos’s neck, all four knew there was no turning back.

I moved to an unfamiliar city, and the first man to enter my apartment was also the most attractive. He had a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop him.

He barely remembers that night. Only the pain when he woke up and the certainty that something in him had changed forever.

When Marcos told me about the man who bathed naked by the riverbank, I couldn’t get him out of my head. That night I went to see for myself.

He arrives, turns me around, and pulls down my pants. Without saying a word. That’s how it began, and that’s how it’s worked ever since.

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

The girls had left, the room was silent, and Rodrigo made a joke that we both knew wasn’t really a joke.

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.

They were an uncle and his nephew, two gym beasts who had been watching me for weeks. That Sunday, something in the air changed forever.

He asked me for a light, and when I held out my lighter, his eyes dazzled me. Five minutes later, we were heading to his apartment, and I still had no idea what I’d gotten myself into.

I’d been keeping that curiosity to myself for years. In the dark, with him a meter away, I felt that if I didn’t ask then, I never would.