What I'm going to tell you is real and happened when I was 18 years old (I am now 29).

My name is Luis. I had just moved to Madrid and, among many jobs that didn’t last long, I got hired at a hamburger restaurant in Malasaña as a cook, although I also worked as a waiter.

I was the youngest. Then there were the important ones… Cristian, 23 years old (from Madrid, waiter); Pedro, about 27 (Colombian, cook); Celio, 33 (Venezuelan, head chef); and Tao, about 35 (Chinese, our boss).

After 6 months working there, those coworkers were always around; the rest would vary… This made us all get quite close, especially me with them.

Clearly, I was gay and I didn’t hide it, which they, being the typical basic heterosexuals, joked about a lot, never in an offensive way.

At first, it was a bit softer, with curious questions like "Do you like big or small?" and they would laugh, or jokes like "Wow, what a nice ass you have, Luis, it looks like a woman's, huh?"

Then, some like Celio started greeting me by giving me a slap on the butt or would walk by and squeeze my butt. All of it from joking and trust, which didn’t bother me.

Let’s focus on Celio: a tall guy, 1.85 m, mixed, shaved, and full of tattoos, a real tough guy, haha. A chubby body, a guy who does a lot of sports but doesn't eat very well. I loved his body, robust and manly, and hairy… a 10 out of 10 guy.

It turns out that Celio had just moved. He took a vacation, and when he came back from the move, I asked him where he had moved to and so on…

He told me he now lived in Simancas, to which I said that was great, that I lived "nearby," in Pueblo Nuevo. Looking at areas, he mentioned that if I wanted, he could give me a ride, that he wouldn’t mind picking me up since it would be on his way.

I spent a few weeks commuting by metro until, one day, after work, while talking and talking, he mentioned picking me up, telling me not to be embarrassed… From that day on, Celio would pick me up every possible day, increasing our trust. We became super friends.

After about a month, the conversations in the car became more risqué, about my preferences, my experiences, his with girls… Until we started talking about how his wife doesn't satisfy him, that she never wants to have sex, always avoids it, and that he has to jerk off. He had been like this for over a year.

That conversation became more frequent until, one day, jokingly, I told him that if things kept going like this, he could use me to satisfy himself. I remember his laughter, a mix of nervousness and doubt.

On a specific day, we stayed a bit longer at the restaurant, drinking a bit with the coworkers before closing. Some made comments like "Careful, Celio, now on the way home, that Luis (me) is going to jump on you or something else, haha."

Luis was laughing, but I remember his look when he glanced at me was dif...