Spiritual Retreats – Chapter 7

I went to the dining room for lunch and took a seat at one of the tables; most of the students were already seated, waiting to be served. I chose a table that was alone, and after a while, one of those spots was occupied by Santiago. I must admit that this time I felt a bit uncomfortable with his presence; I felt that at any moment I would have to explain why there was a stain on my tunic, and I didn't want to go into details about it, especially not to him. The rugby player seemed to have noticed and simply asked what I was going to do with my free time that Sunday afternoon, suggesting that we spend some of that time together since I didn't have much confidence with anyone else. I responded that it was no problem.

After a while, Sebastián, Esteban, and Manuel arrived completely naked, only wearing their shoes. It was clear from their faces that they were not okay; the ringleader of the three tried to maintain a more arrogant attitude, but what had happened earlier didn’t allow him to do that completely. The other two entered, heads down, their bodies looking sweaty, their genitals still reddened, and their butts bruised. When they sat down, they complained of pain. I felt a bit sorry for them, but I also remembered that I could easily be in that situation, and I shrugged it off.

Lunch went by without any news. I left and made my way to my room. Santiago caught up with me, reminding me about meeting in the afternoon. I told him I was going to take a nap and that I would come to his room later to find a place outside the house to talk. I got to my room, slept for almost two hours, and after 3:00 PM, I decided to look for the rugby player to spend the rest of my free time with him.

When he opened the door to his room, he was in his underwear. I almost died when I saw his semi-naked body. He was wearing sports leggings that showed an average package—well, very average for his size. But I must confess that I prefer a pretty penis over a large one, so this wasn't a deterrent for me to still find him attractive. Plus, he had legs and a butt that were—goodness!—typical of those who practice that sport, a bit of a belly, but his abs were still noticeable, a very nice chest, and large arms. It was clear that he still trained and maintained muscle mass. He apologized for not being ready, and I thought two things: “for what we have to put on to be dressed, pff!” and “did he receive me like this intentionally?” Although, knowing how unprepared he was, he probably had done it without any intention. He really just put on his tunic and shoes to go out and find a place to talk, and we ended up in the agora.

We arrived at the agora, a place he suggested, and being there, I initially felt a bit of chills and perversion recalling what I had seen the previous night, but I hid it as much as I could. We looked for two concrete blocks to sit on and talked for a good while. The first thing he asked me about was the s...