Gay

We’d been together in front of the screen for months, each on his side. The afternoon Marcos reached out to me changed everything between us forever.

We were a married couple used to sharing everything. When Marcos arrived from tour with that same old smile, we knew dinner would have to wait.

He was the boss’s son: proper, shy, well-mannered. I never imagined what he did on Friday nights when he disappeared.

Adrián kept looking at me while working shirtless. When I saw the bulge in his pants, I knew that afternoon was going to be very different.

It was two in the morning, it was the anniversary of my dead marriage, and I was crying on the couch. Marcos wrapped his arms around me and said he wasn’t going anywhere.

When I was left flat broke and unable to pay the rent, Lorenzo knocked on my door at ten sharp. I had never been with a man before that night.

We’d spent the whole wedding exchanging looks. When he whispered that he wanted to show me something, I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t.

Rodrigo went pale and pulled the phone away. I knew exactly what had happened before he even opened his mouth to explain.

He asked me for directions and I walked with him without thinking. I never imagined that minutes later I’d be against the wall of a building under construction with my pants at my ankles.

I saw him on the harbor terrace: tall, bearded, broad-shouldered. Marcos glanced at me, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

The first time I went in, I didn’t know what happened in the dark. A stranger’s hand brushed my leg and changed everything forever.

When I was left alone with Marcos, the lifelong neighbor, something shifted between us. He came closer slowly and kissed me without asking permission or forgiveness.

I went wearing a thong and garter stockings under my pants, not knowing if anything would happen. That night, everything did.

I was wearing the wig and heels when I saw someone waiting at the door. It was Germán’s nephew. I froze half a block away, not knowing whether to keep going.

Diego looked at me before turning off the engine. We both knew what it meant if I invited him up. Even so, I opened the car door.

The first time I went to his place alone, my heart was pounding when I rang the bell. I didn’t know what to say. He opened the door in a wet robe and smiled.

When he asked me to remove my compression shorts and cover myself with the towel, I thought it was just another session. His hands on my adductor proved otherwise.

We’d spent years avoiding those childhood games, until one winter afternoon I asked him to take me on his bike and my hand landed where it shouldn’t.

I spent six months waiting for him on the same corner. One night in an empty house was enough for him to stop waiting for me.

I went to the clinic for a simple backache, never suspecting that the company doctor had a kind of treatment that appears in no medical manual.