Gay

Ride-share drivers who came in as tops and ended up asking me to fuck them. Employees who kissed like madmen. Every trade was a different world.

I finished my shift, the platform was brutally cold, and the driver told me I could stay in his bus to warm up. I had no idea what was coming.

I’d gone weeks without breathing properly because of work. That night I wanted to celebrate alone. I walked into the first bar I saw and left as someone else.

When Rodrigo opened the door for me, I knew there was no turning back. My life was about to change in a way I never imagined.

We made a game under the blanket to see if he could guess what underwear I was wearing. I never imagined that bet would end with him on top of me in the hotel room.

I had been in love with Andrés for months when he told me his ex was coming to dinner. I never imagined that night would end with the two of us proclaiming him our king.

When I came back from the kitchen and saw Marco’s hand on Rodrigo’s thigh, I felt a jealousy I couldn’t tell whether I wanted to smother or feed.

I was twenty and had never been with a man. That night, while closing the gym, the only member left walked into the showers at the same time I did.

We had spent months building something unnamed. The afternoon I finally dared to ask him, I knew there was no turning back.

He ran a stone down my back, murmured something I couldn’t understand, and suddenly I wanted only one thing: for that man to take me. I don’t know if it was witchcraft. I know I didn’t resist.

I’d carried that nameless curiosity for years. When Diego appeared in the cove, alone and with time to spare, something changed before the day was over.

When I arrived at his apartment that Saturday afternoon, I had shaved everything and I wasn’t wearing underwear. I knew exactly what I was going for. Or so I thought.

Marcos arrived on time in his dark suit, smelling of expensive cologne. When I closed the apartment door, I knew we were both about to cross a line.

A bet, alcohol, and years of friendship. That night, Adrián and Marcos discovered that some limits aren’t where you think they are.

When Rodrigo arrived with “him,” it took me several minutes to understand that that perfect body and those hips belonged to a man. That night everything changed.

I’d spent days with that fantasy spinning in my head. When Héctor showed up at the empty court, I knew the night would end differently.

We’d been talking online for months before we met in person. When I saw him at the theater entrance, I knew that night wasn’t going to end the way I’d planned.

Matías was burying himself in me slowly while I tried not to make a sound. Then I heard the door open and knew she’d come back earlier than expected.

I always knew I wanted to surrender completely to someone. What I didn’t know was that someone would be a huge stranger who hit me by mistake.

I had him drunk in my hands. Months of fantasies about my roommate, and now only his wet underwear stood between us.