Context: the last bridge in Andalusia before the pandemic.

I had crossed paths with my fellow countryman in La Nogalera: as always, so handsome, surrounded by cool people and muscular, far from that chubby gay guy from high school who carved out a place for himself in the gay world by hitting the gym and buying nice clothes with the salary he burned as a sales assistant in a clothing store, among other things.

Upon seeing me, he surprisingly approached and greeted me politely, not for my sake, but for my companion, a semi-innocent and dignified town kid of 19 we had "adopted" because we lacked a fourth person to rent two double rooms at Hotel Ritual. It was his first time in Torremolinos, and he had already been blown away that same afternoon at the hotel spa where we went to recover from the trip.

He started strong:

after going through the small water circuit and sauna, he told us that "the black room in the corner was not emitting steam or anything." We told him it was a dark room.

Adopted Kid for convenience: -“Like the Cruising Pub of Veraplaya?

Me: -Exactly, it’s that in this hotel we have it all in one: accommodation, sauna, cruising area, a place to hook up through Grindr, and neighbors making CHIL.

NAC: Chill? Don’t the people in the neighboring room complain?

Me: -It’s not that kind of Chill... I watched as a tourist entered the massage area and a group of twenty-somethings, apparently with another adopted kid, or so I thought.

The spa began to fill with people, naked, muscular, fat, packed, young and old. And our friend followed us, switching from the pool to the steam sauna, and that’s where a dark-skinned guy jumped on another’s dick in front of us (the first explicit act of sex).

NAC (Adopted Kid for Convenience) was already getting horny. He had seen dick-sucking during a party night, but with an acquaintance and drunk, he had always been dignified in matters like cruising.

Three of the twenty-somethings entered “the black room in the corner that wasn’t emitting steam or anything,” serving as an attraction to half the spa. One of them had already grabbed NAC's dick in the jacuzzis, my other friend stayed in the steam sauna fooling around (touching his dick over the towel) with one of his prototypes: the typical chubby graying guy who, if not for being a repressed gay, would be a truck driver.

I, of course, observed: the older men didn’t even look at me, which made me feel like one of them, because at this age, one has long passed being desirable.

I went to the contrast shower with ice – which I don’t know what was so funny about, nor was I Norwegian – and my other friend passed by with the "truck driver" heading towards “the black room in the corner that wasn’t emitting steam or anything,” NAC saw them and followed. I returned to the main pool as an indirect listener to an absurd conver...