II.- PLATONIC LOVES

(These stories are based in part on the author's own fantasies, BUT IN A VERY LARGE PART THEY CORRESPOND TO FACTS COMPLETELY REAL EXPERIENCED BY HIM, which seem to be taken from his imagination but actually happened. Long live life that surprises and enriches you with this kind of thing. What is reality and what is fantasy I leave to the reader's choice. You can ask me specific questions, and I won't lie, but I don't know if I'll answer. It depends on the question. I hope you enjoy it.)

That added another entry to what I fantasized about when I was jerking off. In fact, I think it became the main aspect of my fantasies because of the "forbidden love" thing.

When I was 16, I touched my first cock, and my legs were trembling, but I didn't run away. The men I liked, I looked for them in the only place I knew; the bathrooms when I went to the movies, or in a shopping center in Madrid, and I gave and received my first handjob and blowjob.

Meanwhile, I continued with my life with girlfriends here and there.

Among the school teachers, there were three who drove me crazy: Don Juan, who taught us Language and Literature, Don Antonio, who was the head of studies for our course, and Don Manuel, the school principal.

When the end-of-year trip arrived, in my third year of BUP, among the teachers who traveled with us to Italy and southern France were Don Juan and Don Antonio.

I had a magnetic chess set, and during the many hours we spent on the bus and talked to one and the other, I discovered and was delighted to coincide with Don Juan in our love for chess.

We spent almost all the time playing while we were on the road during those 10 days. The last three days we were going to spend in Rome.

The second-to-last day was raining heavily, and we spent the afternoon in a café near the hotel. Don Juan attended to his responsibilities and, in between, played chess with me. Don Juan was a bit chubby and had a paternal demeanor that made me sigh when he came out. I, logically, in my role as a fun and good student, couldn't let anyone suspect that for me, it wasn't just simple chess games. I dreamed and fantasized about the details and gestures Don Juan made.

When I was in the moment most intoxicated by him, I made a simple mistake, but Don Juan interpreted it for what it really was. I had my head down, looking at the board, but my eyes were forced upwards, looking at his chest, his hands, his face. He realized it, and, don't ask me how, but he hit the nail on the head. My eyes were reflecting admiration and passion for him. It was just an instant, but he, with his great intelligence and maybe because he had suspected (or even fantasized) something with me, when it was his turn to move, he inexplicably moved the queen so I could take it (the queen, ahem). His attitude was nervous and restless.

I told him that move was stupid, that he had made a mista...