The first time I understood the power of beauty was as an adolescent, at a summer camp. Carlos had fair skin, green eyes, a straight nose, like it was chiseled, full lips with perfect curves, and short brown hair. But most of all, Carlos had a round and slender ass, which, from the moment he got off the bus, caught the attention of both girls and boys, prompting all kinds of comments.

I had black hair and eyes, very white skin. I was perhaps too thin, but also attractive. However, next to Carlos, nobody seemed more than a clumsy artist's attempt; his beauty was uncomfortable, it was powerful.

Around him, adolescents swarmed as if it were an exotic spectacle. In his absence, the girls would comment on Carlos, dissecting each part of him; some talked about his piercing eyes, others about his eyelashes, his legs toned from playing soccer, or his haircut, which, although it had nothing special, had become the envy of all the boys. But most of all, they talked about his ass. The girls were freer to be clear and direct, and they delighted in describing with nervous laughter how they would give him a bite or a pinch.

What Carlos provoked in the boys was harder to explain. It was evident that Carlos knew his effect was not limited to the female sex; he didn't hesitate to walk around naked after the mandatory showers. The reactions of the other boys were diverse. Some pretended to ignore him, giving quick glances. Some joked and whistled. Some, more adventurous, gave him a small slap with a towel. And some looked at those perfect buttocks with still eyes, almost salivating. My friend Ramón was definitely in that group. I was more cautious. At that age, I was quite sure I was homosexual, and I felt forced to disguise my interest in his attributes, joining the group of fleeting glances.

We slept in bunk beds. In our room was Ramón, who was blond with freckles. He had a striking figure, with curves, somewhat corpulent, and a plump ass. Although he was handsome, his prominent cheekbones and slightly aquiline nose stood out. His penis, enormous for his age, had earned him a peculiar fame. It was true that it bulged noticeably even when it was flaccid.

I slept in the bunk above him. There were two other beds, also in bunks. In the lower one slept Alejandro, a friend of Ramón's whom I barely knew. He was shorter, nervous, and thin. Although his face was more conventional than Ramón's, more proportionate, I liked him less, and his somewhat aggressive personality seemed unsettling. Finally, there was Fran, who slept in the bunk above Alejandro. Fran was also thin, had a large and somewhat thick nose, but in some way, his features balanced out and were pleasant.

It was hard to fall asleep that night. We couldn't stop laughing and talking. Our adolescent hormones directed the conversations and jokes. The game that ended up dominating was the following: someone pretended to moan, another followed, a third simu...