Sex continued with a frequency rarely less than weekly. Most of the time they were foursomes, other times they were threesomes, as one of the three males, almost always Gonzalo, got involved with some complicated cases, but duos were not lacking either, many with Ferrán, who for Alan was still special. He was everyone's bitch, but Ferrán was his man, who had made him know who he was, being himself, a proud faggot.

Alan, when he returned from work and María was not there, walked very relaxed throughout the FOURTH FLOOR, sometimes going to one of his neighbors' homes completely naked or more frequently with only a thong. Despite having to serve three males, he was the one who felt the most desire for sex. He already had the keys to the four doors, his own, of course, and the other three. Sometimes he would surprise one of them, waiting inside his apartment completely naked.

Little by little, and almost without realizing it, he began to tidy up their homes, wash the dishes they had left in the sink, and vacuum. He had time because of his job, being the first to arrive and leave for one or another's apartment. They received these attentions very gratefully, and over time, Alan took care of the cleaning of all the homes on the floor, including his own, because María "had little time" and was lazy. Things got to the point where when he saw that the sheets of the males needed to be changed, he would pick them up and put them all together in one of the washing machines. Sometimes one guy's sheet would end up on another's bed, as they had all gotten king-size beds, but they didn't care, it didn't matter to them, if they were fucking the same bitch, what did the sheets matter.

Alan was efficient, very organized, and always made sure to leave everything clean and tidy so that he would have Fridays free to open up his ass when the males got together to have some beers. He was the one who served them, they no longer got up to look for it in the fridge, that's what he was for, always attentive to their needs.

The situation continued and became routine. Alan's ass had transformed; now, when he spread his cheeks, what could be seen was not that pink little hole, it was literally a crack with thickened and resistant edges to the thrusts they gave him. They weren't together just during sex; they would stay talking, usually having beers, and Alan serving them, caressed by one or the other.

Ferrán, who was the most talkative and most interested in other aspects of his life, work, family, and personal, often asked him about his life with María, and Gonzalo noticed certain comments from Alan, that if he hadn't fucked her in a while, that she didn't want to, that she had her period or a headache, that she never looked for him anymore. Gonzalo, perhaps due to "professional deformation," began to wonder if there was something more to her than the small size of her husband's cock. It was just a hunch, and because he had b...