Gay

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.

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.