Well, I was going to post a third part, but I've decided to close this chapter now to allow myself to open another one in the future. For those of you who have read the other parts, I'm sorry to say that they're also here, making the story complete for the convenience of the majority. I haven't changed anything from before (I think it's ugly to do that), so you may notice some differences in the writing style, but I hope it's for the better.

I hope you like it!

Your slave, without thinking.

I was a gay kid, but one of those gays who don't show it. I mean, masculine, with all my heterosexual friends, never setting foot in Chueca, having had girlfriends in the past, without any effeminate traits... all those things that make your friends not think you're gay.

Although one day I decided to come out and tell all my friends. Why not? I considered myself capable of withstanding almost anything, and more, telling my friends that I was into guys, well, perfect.

So, all my friends were aware, including one I held in high esteem, who was the subject of this story, even though he was a bit older, specifically 24 years old.

Antonio was an attractive, masculine, fun, and very flirtatious guy. One of those guys who, without being totally handsome, could pick up women because he had something. That's what he had, something that made him incredibly sexy. Imagine him, slender but very defined, with marked facial features, walking with a bit of swagger, always wearing his jeans and t-shirt, and loving to flirt with all the girls who passed by.

This friend in question was ultimately not what he seemed, a romantic. The guy, Anto, had been with several girls since adolescence, was one of the guys who had lost their virginity early, and he loved being with someone, couldn't stand being alone. However, after two years with many problems with women (specifically two he was very into), he had to leave them, not without difficulties. The reasons? Well, it was simple, they were destroying him, he had lost his joy, his enthusiasm, his hope, and a long etcetera that characterized him.

So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I had always had a strong influence over him. We had known each other for a long time, he trusted me completely, and I had also helped him in many of his previous relationships. My recommendation, which I had been saying for a long time, was clear: leave everything behind, close it all off, and learn to be alone, to enjoy himself.

Obviously, that's not an easy task, but I made it much simpler with a simple trick: rely on me for everything. And by everything, I mean everything. That is, if he missed one of his exes and felt like going to see a movie, we would go to the movies together. If he didn't feel like leaving the house because he was depressed, I would get him out of the house and force him to be active, do sports, go out, party, flirt, etc. That is, help heal ...