Male Friends

When I returned with another bottle, my wife was already naked at the center of the circle, and everyone was watching her as if the night were only just beginning.

I saw him come down the hallway in boxer briefs, smelling of soap and alcohol, and realized I could no longer pretend he was only my son’s friend.

I thought we’d only sleep on the sofa, but his hand found mine in the darkness, and neither of us wanted to pretend nothing was happening anymore.

I sat facing the sofa with my thighs clenched and my underwear soaked, determined not to touch anything and to watch it all.

We'd spent years getting naked without crossing the line, until a drunken shower by the beach turned those looks into something much dirtier.

I pretended to watch the screen while he opened my pants beneath his sweatshirt and made me tremble in the back row.

I left her at the restaurant and drove back to the hotel alone, knowing that night I'd hear my wife moaning for another man.

I went to his house to blow off steam as usual, but one impulsive kiss left my best friend trembling before me, ready to learn everything.

We pretended to sleep in silence, but his erection against my ass and my hand inside his boxers made it impossible to stay still.

I went to that party swearing I wouldn't do anything, but when I was alone with him, I knew I wouldn't leave that room with a clean mouth.

I'd spent months fantasizing about seeing her with another man. When Damián finally left that night, my wife turned to Rubén with an expression I'd only ever seen in bed.

She was sucking me in the back seat when I heard his voice beside the window; instead of pulling away, she kept going, hotter than before.

When he pulled that pink plug from his drawer, I understood that my curiosity about pain was about to cross a line I could never forget.

After coming in the shower, I never imagined that night would end between two men ready to give me exactly what I wanted most.

When I entered the bar and saw him at the back table with no Camila between us, I knew the beer was an excuse—and I’d end up with his mouth on mine.

I left the office beneath my coat, my body full of vibrations and certain that I wouldn’t be sleeping alone that night.

After saying goodbye to my son at the terminal, I was alone with his best friend and could no longer pretend I didn’t desire him.

It began with kisses over a foolish bet, but when I saw my girlfriend spread her legs in front of everyone, I knew there was no turning back.

My girlfriend took off her bikini in front of our friends, and when I saw how they looked at her, I knew I'd fuck her that night with a whole new hunger.