There are days when the heat clouds your thinking, when you don't measure what you do to reach a little pleasure and cool down the heat.

One summer afternoon, when I had just moved in with Héctor, I was hot. He was 42 years old and had a business to attend to, so he was rarely at home. I was 22 years old and, knowing the thrill, I was hot all day, and my boyfriend had given me the green light to experiment with others as long as I told him about it.

That day, I went to the gym late, during peak hours. I did my routine and went to the locker room, where there was a sweaty t-shirt next to my locker. I couldn't resist picking it up and taking it to my nose. The strong aroma hypnotized me and immediately gave me an erection, until someone touched my shoulder, broke my trance, and made me drop the shirt.

It was a guy about 25 years old, with a beautiful smile, dark skin, brown eyes, and beautiful, plump lips. He told me, "Sorry, did I leave it in your locker? What happened is that it was next to mine."

"I'm sorry," I said awkwardly.

"Sorry about the smell. I sweat a lot, and the showers are crowded."

"It's okay," I repeated.

Then he smiled, approached my ear, and said, "So you won't have any problems, you got very hard. My name is Valentín, my girlfriend is away, and I'm very hot. If you're interested, I'll wait for you in two minutes at the door." He smiled, took a shirt out of my hand, gave me his, and left.

I was left frozen. I went back to smell his shirt, put it on, and ran after him. He was sitting on his motorcycle, gave me his helmet, and took me to his apartment.

On the way, he told me that it had been years since he had been with a guy, but he had been wanting a pig to play with for a long time.

We arrived at the building's parking lot. He got off, put his hand between his legs, took it out, and put it in my nose while smiling.

The perfume hypnotized me again and made me even hotter. So I grabbed his hand and sucked his fingers, putting on my best degenerate face.

He smiled, kissed me, and opened my mouth to spit into it.

We went to the elevator, he kissed me, and ate my mouth while starting to squeeze my ass.

Once we were in the apartment, he took off his shirt, sat on the couch, asked me to take off everything except his shirt, raised his arms, and said, "This is what you wanted? It's all yours."

I dove into his armpit, and he grabbed my hair like a handle to control me at his whim.

At first, we alternated between his armpit and mouth. Later, he would spit on his armpit and chest so that I could gather it with my mouth and kiss him again.

Then he put me on all fours and started eating my ass in a masterful way. Until I saw a photo on a shelf of him with Héctor, so I asked him, "That photo?"

"With my old man a couple of years ago," he replied and went back to eating my ass, whic...