I checked the time at half past three when I walked into that empty bathroom. I didn’t lock the door. It was the mistake —or the stroke of luck— that changed forever what I thought I knew about myself.
He sat right beside me even though the theater was almost empty. His knee brushed mine and didn’t move away. Then his mouth found my ear, and I knew that afternoon belonged to him.
When I opened my eyes in the steam room, he was already looking at me. And I knew exactly who he was, even though I never thought I’d have him that close.
I left the gym with my body still burning and took the dirt track to smoke in peace. I never expected that black car to stop right behind me.
He took the urinal beside him without thinking. When their eyes met in the mirror, he knew neither of them had come in just to wash their hands.
I’d done three thousand meters flat out and all I wanted was hot water on my shoulders. Then he turned under the shower next to me, and I knew that afternoon wouldn’t end like the others.
We crossed the black curtain and the darkness swallowed us: only two red lights, the pulse of techno, and a mattress ringed by shadows already waiting for us.
I recognized his devil’s smile leaning on the bar, with the black towel and red harness, and knew that night the whole sauna would witness what was ours.
When the door shut and swallowed the last of the light, there were only the hands, the mouths, and Mateo’s voice saying that night I was his.
When we went in naked and dripping, the three guys soaping themselves stepped aside without a word and left us the center, as if they knew the night still wasn’t over.
We came out of the showers wrapped in short towels, shaking with cold. In the jacuzzi, two strangers were waiting for us, smiling like they had just found dinner.
I lay naked under the last September sun, offering my body to anyone who wanted to look. Then the only man I thought I’d never see again appeared.
He had a girlfriend and acted tough, but that night, locked inside the bathroom stall, he was the one who grabbed my neck and asked me to suck him properly.
He thought he was alone under the water, until an arm circled his neck from behind and a rough voice whispered in his ear what was already obvious.
As soon as his parents went into the kitchen, the boy grabbed his cock over his jeans. No one in that house had any idea how dinner was going to end.
I thought it would just be the three of us having dinner. But my cousin invited her friends, and that night I discovered how far I was willing to go to please her boyfriend.
We were alone in the weights room when he took off his shirt and told me to touch. I never imagined how far we’d go after closing the locker room door.
I waited naked beside the olive tree, my backpack at my feet and my phone in my hand, never imagining that cold night would leave me with two different tastes in my mouth.
I looked up from my phone and his eyes were already locked on mine from the other side of the parking lot. Not a single word was needed.
I pulled down the jumpsuit zipper in the dim light, convinced I was alone. Then I felt the weight of a bony hand settling slowly on my knee.
