Spiritual Retreats – Chapter 3

At three o'clock, we were summoned to the same room as in the morning. We were surprised with the news that Eduardo, Mario, and Hernán had resigned from the retreats. I knew that this implied a penalty; it was within the contract, so I was surprised that someone would think of resigning and assuming that fine, which was not cheap at all. It also made me uneasy that the ones who had just left were precisely my neighbors and those who had openly identified as gay. "Could this have anything to do with their resignation? Had they truly resigned or were they actually expelled?” I asked myself a thousand questions, but I remembered that my friend had told me that there was no problem regarding issues of sexuality, gender, race, social class, etc., in attending the retreats, so I opted to let the subject pass and focus on what was important.

Carlos gave a lecture on the importance of obedience. The topic struck me as strange, but he justified it well with what had happened in the morning. Then, we had a group bonding activity where we were divided into pairs. I intentionally sought to pair up with Santiago, the rugby player, with whom I shared a table at lunch. He transmitted good energy, and I could confirm it during our hour and a half conversation in the workshop. He told me he had married very young, practically with his first and only girlfriend. He confirmed that he was 36 years old and that at 16, he made his now-wife, Eliana, pregnant. This fact forced him to take responsibility for that child and marry Eliana as soon as he was able to provide for a home. He didn’t feel obligated because she was his girlfriend, and he had always been in love with her, but he did confess that at this point, he was exhausted because he had missed out on many things during his adolescence and youth for being married and having the responsibility of a child. His eldest son was 20 years old, and his second daughter was indeed a product of the marriage and came much later, after being sought and planned, and she was 11 years old. Everything I discussed with Santiago left me with the impression that he was experiencing a crisis close to 40, with many un lived experiences due to his life history. I could identify with it because I have several friends in the same situation, and what they have told me is that they are at a point where they want to live all those things they couldn’t in their youth. There is even one of them who has hinted at threesomes with his wife upon learning of my bisexuality and frequently asks me about gay topics. That wasn't Santiago's case, but I did notice he seemed anxious to live and experience things he hadn’t been able to in his youth. This left me a bit thoughtful and, why not, eager to tempt him to see if he would fall for it. The guy was very attractive, and his attitude made him much more interesting. I admit that my time with him left me wanting to get to know him more. Additionally, I don’t know if I mentioned that there were no chairs in that room; we always sat on the floor. So, sitting face to face with Santiago occasionally gave me the chance to look beneath his robe. He wore long, tight boxers, almost to his knees, which looked more like sports leggings, emphasizing an average bulge. The fact that I could see this excited me for the third time that day. I love seeing guys with bulges, especially if they are heterosexual. I love the thrill of doing it unabashedly and watching their reactions. But for this guy, this situation didn’t seem uncomfortable. I assumed that being an athlete, he must have been used to showing off like this in training and locker rooms. What did, however, disappoint me was not finding him in a pair of speedo-type underwear. I had seen in several videos of rugby players on Twitter that many of them wore that type of garment underneath their uniforms for both practices and matches, which made them look outrageously sexy. This guy was generating a lot of confidence in me and an interest that scared me. I managed to see at one point how he adjusted himself in those boxers, something he did very naturally. I didn’t see any ulterior motives or lewdness. For my part, I tried as much as I could to hide my arousal. I think I saw Santiago briefly divert his gaze beneath my robe. I blushed a little, but he continued with that naturalness that characterized him. That guy had surely caught me more than once, and not only with him, but likely with many others in the group. Yet, he seemed not to care about it; on the contrary, he seemed to want to keep talking to me longer, and I was very much enjoying that.

The activity ended, and Carlos gave instructions for the rest of the afternoon and night. He reminded us of the dinner time and said goodbye. The monitors summoned us for a non-mandatory guided meditation to close the day after dinner. We had an hour of free time before dinner. I decided to continue talking to Santiago in a different space rather than the official retreat setting. We talked for a while longer, and some other guys started joining us. The hour passed super quickly, and I could sense some discomfort in Sebastián, who had been very attentive to me since the afternoon, which made me uneasy and made me doubt what he might want. However, I decided to ignore it; I didn’t want any problems. Dinner came without any extraordinary events. I chose to attend the guided meditation. It lasted almost an hour, and around 8:00 PM, we each headed to our rooms to prepare for the next day and rest. I took the opportunity to take a shower, read a bit, prepare my things for the next day, and lie down completely naked. I was trying to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t let me. The events of the day were once again exciting me. So, I decided to take off the blanket and start touching myself. I began with my chest, my nipples, my abdomen, and reached my already quite erect penis. I focused on it and started a slow, paused up and down motion while recreating each scene of the day in my mind. We didn’t have access to cell phones, so imagination was going to be necessary for my masturbation sessions. I was in the midst of that when I heard something outside the house. I immediately got up, opened the door slightly as I was, and didn’t see any movement, so I decided to go to the window and found that the noise was coming from there. I was able to see the two monitors, Andrés was firmly holding Daniel by the arm, and Daniel was resisting a bit. They were heading toward the agora I had learned about in the afternoon and stepped inside. I was left wondering what those two were doing at that time of night going into that place. I put on my robe and some flip-flops, deciding not to wear any underwear—who could see me at that hour? I left the room, ignoring Andrés' warning, making as little noise as possible. I noted that some lights were still on underneath some of the room doors, but I didn’t care. Curiosity got the better of me, and I managed to leave the house and quietly make my way to almost the entrance of the agora...

To be continued...

I know this chapter is short, and I know that until now, there have been no explicit sex scenes. I apologize for that, but I guarantee that in chapter 4, these types of scenes will start to appear, and I will publish it this week. I wanted to describe in detail each of the characters and each of the places in El Edén, and that significantly extends each chapter. Perhaps that kind of detail frustrates me personally, and I think it can stimulate your imagination a lot, but I’m still making assumptions since I’ve received only a few comments from you. So, I have no evidence to know if what I write and how I write it is to your liking...

I hope you take the time to comment on my stories so I can know what to include or what to leave out in the upcoming deliveries. Believe me, I’m enjoying writing these kinds of stories; I’ve never done it before, and I feel that it’s flowing very well. I’m imagining more things to include in this story that I know started slowly and without much action, but I promise it’s going to get better.

I also take this opportunity to thank you for the ratings; they serve as a thermometer to know if what I write pleases you or not. Expect the fourth installment of Spiritual Retreats soon.

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