Seduction

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 taught me what I'd kept silent for so long.

I went 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 slid from my knee to my thigh without haste, as if he already knew I wasn’t going to push it away. And I didn’t.

I was hunting deer on the mountain when talons lifted me into the clouds. When I awoke, a wild-bearded man with an erect cock awaited 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, wearing a half-smile that hid nothing. Behind Andrés, Esteban was already breathing against his neck. All three knew why they had come.

I went upstairs to drop off some paperwork and came back down with a stranger who smelled of expensive cologne. Then the elevator stopped, the lights died, and everything changed between us.

They had set up the screen, served the cider, and weathered the muttering. Finally alone in the deserted plaza, there was only one thing left to do: go up to the attic.

He’d spent days only seeing him through a screen. When the door finally shut behind us, I knew that night we’d make up for every stolen hour.

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 9:30 a.m., a half-corrected Excel sheet, and suddenly his naked boyfriend’s body was brushing the back of his neck. Working was going to be impossible.

I’d been at the company three weeks when he leaned over the table and told me I had something that caught the eye. That afternoon I followed him.

When that man put his hands on my back, I knew it was no longer about the fever or the exhaustion from the trip, but about something I had been avoiding for years.

He knocked expecting a routine exam. A stranger in a robe opened the door with a smile that promised trouble, and he knew that afternoon he wouldn’t be in charge.

Her feet resting on the edge of my chair were only the beginning. That night, I discovered how far I was willing to go to please her.

I'd kept that secret for years. All it took was a bottle of vodka and an old white flip-flop for her to take control and bring me to my knees.

Every time her sister turned away, she slipped off her sandals and left her feet on display, knowing exactly what she was doing to me and savoring every second of my torment.