I'm going to recount what happened with our neighbor from across the street, who, as it turns out, had been watching us with binoculars whenever he had the chance since we were kids, something I found out many years later.

One day when I went out to buy bread for our house, the neighbor, whose name is Antonio, signaled me from his window to ask, "Kid, what's your name?" I replied, "Jimmy." Jimmy, would you do me a favor, I have health reasons that prevent me from leaving the house.

I responded, "Tell me, sir! Are you going to the store?" He asked, "Yes, that's right, could you buy some things for me and I'll give you a tip, of course," I replied again.

He threw me a bag with a bill inside and a small list: eggs, bread, chicken fillets, and an apple.

Mr. Antonio told me that I should ring the doorbell and bring the groceries up to him.

I went to buy our bread and his groceries.

When I arrived at his house, I rang the doorbell and went up to his floor.

He opened the door and introduced himself, calling me Antonio, although I deduce that we had seen each other more than once through the window. As I listened to his words, I blushed, knowing about the times he had seen my brother and me naked, but Mr. Antonio didn't mention anything about that topic.

I handed him the groceries, and he gave me 5 euros as a tip, patted me on the shoulder, saying "good boy," and added, "come by tomorrow afternoon after class and do the daily shopping for me."

I thought, wow, 5 euros as a tip, of course, sir. He told me to call him Mr. Antonio.

Without fail, the next day I called his intercom, and Mr. Antonio responded, "Jimmy, I'm leaving the door open, I'm in bed."

I was a bit surprised, but the 5 euros didn't leave my head.

I went up, entered the house, and called out, "Mr. Antonio," I heard his voice from the bedroom, "come in, Jimmy."

The man was lying down and said, "Today I won't be able to move, I've seen through the window that your father has given you good massages since you were little," again I blushed, remembering my father's massages ending with his tongue in my anus.

He continued talking, "Today I prefer, if you don't mind, that you give me a massage instead of doing the shopping, and on the table, you'll find 10 euros as a tip."

I said, "I don't know," he responded, "come on, I have a lot of back and neck pain." I thought about the 10 bucks for helping him, and I accepted.

Look, Mr. Antonio said, "there's a hydrating cream over there, take it and start with my back." Mr. Antonio pulled the sheet down to his lumbar region, and I positioned myself on the side of the bed to start with his shoulders and neck.

When I had been massaging for 15 minutes, and I was getting tired from the posture, Mr. Antonio recommended that I remove my shoes and get on top of him like a little horse.

At the moment I got...