Seduction

At thirty-three, with an athlete's body and a secret he'd been smothering half his life, one boy walks into his shop and looks at him without fear.

He lowered his voice to a rough whisper on the other side of the partition, and I knew I’d never sit across from him in a meeting again without remembering it.

I bet him that if I beat him on the field that afternoon, I’d collect my prize with him. He laughed. He had no idea I’d been waiting for that moment for years.

I couldn’t stop looking at Bruno’s body under the water, and when he turned around with his eyes closed I knew that afternoon we were going to cross a line we’d avoided for years.

I knew that the moment I crossed his door there’d be no turning back: today I was going to let him do me for real, and I’d spent the whole week imagining it.

I was 24, with a sweet girlfriend and a doubt I’d kept quiet for years. His hand on my shoulder that night at the bar ended up answering it.

Half a million euros for five days in the Caribbean with a stranger. Bruno wasn’t gay, but debts don’t care about labels—and a private jet was waiting.

I received the unsigned note in front of everyone. That same night, behind a mask, a man’s hands showed me what I’d kept hidden for so long.

I walked in with a glass of water and found him changing his pants. From that second on, I knew everything I thought I knew about myself was a lie.

His hand rose from my knee to my thigh without hurry, as if he already knew I wasn’t going to stop it. And I didn’t.

I was hunting deer in the mountains when claws lifted me into the clouds. When I awoke, a hirsute-bearded man with an erect sex was waiting for me on a marble bed.

The ad said “free erotic session for young guys.” What it didn’t say, and what I understood perfectly, was how he planned to charge me that night.

Matías opened the door barefoot, with that half smile that hid nothing. Behind Andrés, Esteban was already breathing down his neck. The three of them knew why they had come.

I went up to deliver some papers and came down with a stranger who smelled like expensive cologne. Then the elevator stopped, the lights died, and everything changed between us.

They had set up the screen, served the cider, and endured the whispers. At last alone in the empty square, there was only one thing left to do: go up to the attic.

He’d been seeing him only through a screen for days. When the door finally closed behind us, I knew that night we were going to reclaim every hour stolen by distance.

He lost his keys in front of the door of the only neighbor everyone had warned him about, and that summer afternoon he decided to find out why there was so much mystery.

I’d gone two weeks without cumming and my imagination played a dirty trick on me in the middle of my shift. What I didn’t expect was for someone to notice before I did.

I thought I was imagining it, until I found a number written on the wrapper of the wet wipe he handed me when I got off the plane.

It was nine-thirty in the morning, an almost-corrected Excel sheet, and suddenly his boyfriend’s naked body was brushing his neck. Working was going to be impossible.