Gay

I put the coffee on the table, we started talking, and the last thing I remember is sleep overtaking me. When I woke up, I was tied hand and foot.

The heat of July pressed down on the highway. When Diego stepped down from the truck and walked toward me, I knew the breakdown was about to become the best accident of my life.

Every afternoon I put the dildo in the chair and kept working. I was preparing to give Marcos what he’d been asking me for for months.

We’d been friends since our teens, both married, both sure of who we were. Until he sent me that video and something in me stopped being so certain.

Adrián had a photo that kept me awake at night. When he came through the door, I knew the evening wouldn’t disappoint either of us.

When I saw the photo of his body, I knew I was in unknown territory. I didn’t close it. I saved it. And that decision changed everything.

At last his body was in front of me, inches away. My best friend. My man. And I was determined not to let that moment slip away for anything in the world.

We’d been eyeing each other at the gym for weeks without saying a word. When we finally talked, we both knew exactly where it was headed.

I’d gone months without a man when I posted the ad. Marcos was the only one who seemed genuinely interested, and I never forgot what happened that afternoon.

I watched him leave on Monday with his suitcase and a dry kiss. That same night, in bed, I knew his absence weighed more than any orgasm.

Andrés woke up naked in his greatest rival’s bed. With no memory of the night before, he only wanted to leave. But something kept holding him back.

When I got into the truck with him that night, I knew something was going to happen. What I didn’t imagine was ending up on my knees in the dark looking at him like that.

The first time she told me, I thought she was joking. The second time, her hand was already on the back of my neck, pushing me toward where she wanted me to go.

When I opened the door for him, I felt his eyes lock onto the black strap peeking over my jeans. He smiled before pushing me inside.

We shut the door, turned on the console, and my brother lay back on my legs with that nervous smile he only gets when he’s hiding something he’s dying to tell.

When I opened my eyes that morning, I wasn’t in my room. I was completely naked in a bed that smelled like someone I should never have spent the night with.

When my parents left for the village, my uncle Andrés took off his trunks and asked if I minded. I didn’t mind. Not at all.

For three years I sold my body for money. What I’m about to tell you I never told even my closest friends. Some clients weren’t clients: they were predators.

I didn’t do it for the money. I did it because I didn’t care about anything. Seeing her happy with another man in that bar triggered a period I should never have lived through.

When we pulled up beside them, the girl was already moving her hips to the song. Mateo had painted nails. That trip wasn’t going to end the way we’d planned.