I Came Back to the Cross-Dresser’s Place Without Being Called
The first time I went to his place alone, my heart was pounding when I rang the bell. I didn’t know what to say. He opened the door in a wet robe and smiled.
The first time I went to his place alone, my heart was pounding when I rang the bell. I didn’t know what to say. He opened the door in a wet robe and smiled.
When he asked me to remove my compression shorts and cover myself with the towel, I thought it was just another session. His hands on my adductor proved otherwise.
I spent six months waiting for him on the same corner. One night in an empty house was enough for him to stop waiting for me.
For twenty years I thought I knew my own desires. It took ten minutes in an elevator with a nervous twenty-something to realize I knew nothing.
We pulled down our pants in front of the other four and, when he bent over me, I knew I wasn’t leaving that classroom the same man.
I never imagined that crossing the threshold of a discreet bar in my wife's underwear would end with me in a hotel room with a stranger.
On the second day, the wind shook the cabin so hard that all we could do was watch movies. One of them should never have come out of that wet case.
Carolina narrowed her eyes at me and whispered that she wanted to watch me shove my cock into Sofía’s boyfriend. And I’ve never been able to say no to her.
My boss introduced him with a laugh, like it was an inside joke. Seven days later, that man had me bent over my own desk.
I went to the shoeshine stand to have my shoes polished and read comics. Neither of us imagined what he would end up keeping in his shirt pocket—or how far we’d go.
I got to the room first, with a cap and sunglasses, and sat on the edge of the bed not knowing what I’d do when that stranger knocked on the door.
I hadn’t seen Mateo, Diego’s father, in years. When we ran into each other that afternoon, I never imagined I’d end up on his sofa with borrowed red swim trunks and my breath coming fast.
I'd gone a month without touching anyone when he appeared across the hall in sweatpants that left very little to the imagination. And I was in my boxer briefs.
I boarded the plane with my cock hard, as I had every day for as long as I could remember. I never imagined that priestess would change my life in a single night.
My mouth was full of him when I heard the door. Then she appeared, with that half-smile that always knew how to say everything to me without opening her mouth.
At three in the morning, with the icy wind battering the tent, I slid under his blanket without asking. Mauri didn’t move, but I knew he wasn’t asleep.
I’d been thinking about it for months. That night, in a hotel far from home, I opened the app and let the first man who appeared one meter away come up to my room.
I went down to the bathroom with my heels in my hand and still not understanding what it would feel like to spend an entire day going out as Luna on Bruno’s arm in that town.
We’d watched weird videos on his computer at the office that time. What I didn’t expect was that months later, that same curiosity would end up on the couch, under the blanket.
When I lent Bruno the red brief that morning, I had no idea my neighbor would come looking for us and that the path to the river would end in something none of us had ever done before.