Gay

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.

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.