Strangers

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.

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.

We lost the game and were walking toward the subway when a high-end car pulled up beside us. The man behind the wheel had a proposition neither of us expected.

It was two in the morning when he agreed to cross my threshold. He only asked for three things, and the third was the one that excited me most: that he could change his mind whenever he wanted.

Andrés kept his card for two days without daring to write. When he finally did, he never imagined that that same night he’d be naked against the wall in his own entryway.

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.

I climbed the stairs behind him, breathing in his cologne, not knowing his roommates would come back two hours earlier than expected.

At two in the morning, the key turned in the lock and I was still under him, with no intention of covering up. Four pairs of eyes looked at me from the doorway.

I had spent years sneaking onto the site just to look. That summer afternoon, I finally decided to open the door to one of them.

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.

She humiliated me over a video call and I went out drinking until I collapsed. At the bar, two tall men held my arm and offered me a quieter place.

I offered the bus window seat to the old lady and she didn’t even look at me. I had no idea the real journey would begin in the hotel dining room, across from two strangers.

I pretended to be asleep so I could watch him. What I saw that night in the other bed completely changed the course of the trip.

I’d been in the waiting room for more than two hours when he called my name. I never imagined that same afternoon would end with us alone in a gurney no one used anymore.

I saw him on the corner with the whistle between his teeth, warning the dealers. I couldn’t stop looking at him, and I knew I wouldn’t go home that dawn without him.

I went trembling into that dark apartment to wait for a man I had never seen. What happened that afternoon marked me for the rest of my life.

I waited naked beside the olive tree, my backpack at my feet and my phone in hand, never imagining that cold night would leave two different flavors 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.