Gay

We played strip poker with my neighbors. Nobody said what else was being played for, but when I was left naked in the middle of the living room, we didn’t need the cards anymore.

He arrived freshly separated, with a suitcase and too much free time. From the morning by the pool, I knew that week wasn’t going to be boring.

I went to their apartment hoping for beer and a way to kill time. I left with a sore ass, a mouth tasting of semen, and a smile I couldn’t hide.

I thought I knew what I was getting into when I started. But what some clients asked of me, what some of them did, still wakes me up at night.

That night Valeria took my head in her hands and pushed me exactly where I’d spent months not daring to look.

They call me a faithful man, but there are two people who know what I really am. This is what I can never tell the woman I love.

We were two married business partners, a pricey SUV, and two hundred kilometers ahead. They were twenty and had an attitude that changed everything.

The man who could get them out of Morocco had one condition: no money, no jewelry. He only wanted to film them.

Four years in the same office without knowing who we were to each other. The day we found out, everything changed.

I met her in the kitchen at a party and she whispered in my ear that she'd been watching me all night. That night changed everything.

Eight years of listening to his conquests in silence, pretending everything was fine. Until one night a stranger offered him what he had always wanted.

Kwame parked his truck at noon, and before setting off the next day he had left his mark on three different bodies. Some sought him out; others simply gave in.

I came home from practice with the images still burning in my head: Adrián’s shoulders, Gonzalo’s eyes, and the heat of the gym I couldn’t shake.

He was the protective father, the faithful husband, the kind of man who rejected anything outside the norm. Until that night at the country house.

When he closed the door with his suitcase, we were left alone. The sex was still there, intense and familiar, but something was missing. Something only he brought.

When I opened the door, the first thing I noticed was his lips. The second was how he looked at me before coming in. I already knew how the afternoon was going to end.

When he looked up and caught me staring at him in the locker room, something shifted between us. I just didn’t know exactly what, or how far it would go.

I woke up in his room with no memory of how I got there. He was in the kitchen, half-naked and calm, like everything was perfectly normal.

When I arrived late to the locker room, he was already coming out of the shower. I shouldn’t have looked. But I did. And he saw it. What happened next wasn’t in any script.

When I left the gym I thought I was heading straight home. I had no idea he was waiting by the fence, lit cigarette in hand and something else on his mind.