A long time ago, I read that there was such a thing as sex addiction, and I think all men suffer from it - it's as if we're animals in that aspect. All our effort, all our control, is directed towards that: the gym, walks, haircuts, music, and even what we say. Sex controls us.

Since I was born, I've known what I am. No one converted or transformed me; I just evolved. At first, I experimented with girls, and although I like them, as some friends say in bisexuality, there's always a side where the balance tips more, and my side tips towards men.

At first, I just looked for a blowjob or a handjob, then I got more into it and almost considered myself active, but barriers aren't my thing.

I almost cried when I got penetrated for the first time. To be honest, I didn't enjoy it much, but I kept trying, and nowadays, I don't believe in roles, just in pleasure.

I don't go around shouting that I'm bisexual; almost no one knows, except for the people I've been with and two lifelong friends with whom we used to masturbate with whatever we found.

I have an account on Grindr, Manhunt, and other networks where I find sexual friends because my social and professional circle is almost entirely heterosexual.

Although I have an open attitude towards sex between men, I haven't allowed my coworkers to know my preferences. Only one person knows, and that's my colleague who also likes it. Many see it as a weakness, and in this field, you need to earn respect and avoid being taken advantage of, but that's not what I'm going to tell you about - it's about how I enjoyed myself one time using force.

My name is Luis, and this is my story.

At 30 years old, I have a business with my family, and my main job is being a police officer. Although many people in my country think we don't do anything, the truth is that we're the ones who put ourselves in harm's way to fight against insecurity. But they don't take into account the effort and risk we take daily.

One of those days that came out of nowhere, everything was quiet, although a bit boring, since it was all surveillance. The body had a certain calm that night.

I was on one of the most transited streets in the city when a car sped past the checkpoint. Four blocks down, there was another checkpoint, and in seconds, I was on my motorcycle with my partner, chasing after him. The others communicated to stop him.

Many traffic lights and bad luck made him get stopped further down. He wasn't drunk or drugged, although he was quite stubborn.

It was a problem to get him to get down, but he had to comply. We immobilized him with a blow and did the respective search. He had skipped the toll, passed a red light, and almost ran over a lady, so we wouldn't be treating him nicely.

Iván Hernández, 24 years old.

He didn't have anything remarkable on him or in the car, so he would just have to spend the night for resi...