(These stories are based in part on the author's own fantasies, BUT IN A VERY LARGE PART THEY CORRESPOND TO COMPLETELY REAL FACTS EXPERIENCED BY HIM, which seem to be taken from his imagination but actually occurred. Long live life that surprises and enriches you with this type 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 may not answer them. It depends on the question. I hope you enjoy it.)

We got up and there was a splendid sun. We had our last night in Rome and the next day we would leave for Madrid by plane.

I got up very cheerful, but as the day went on, I realized that it was just because of the great day it was in the city, because what had happened the previous afternoon was really tormenting me. Especially because of the declaration I made to Don Juan.

It wasn't that I regretted it because it was what really happened, and I was faithful to my damned desire to always tell the truth. It was because, inexplicably, I had for the first time declared my passion for an older man, a bit chubby, divine in his gestures and behavior, but undoubtedly "HETEROSEXUAL".

I didn't know what he had done. What if he had filled out a "disciplinary report" for my declaration and when I arrived at school, I would have to face a School Council, possibly even expulsion? In those years in Spain, it was very badly viewed to have behaviors that showed homosexual behavior, or at least that's what I thought could happen. What if he had commented on it to the rest of the teachers who accompanied us on that trip? Or what if he had told everyone, teachers and students?

My attitude was to avoid crossing paths with him, ashamed and fearful.

The few times I couldn't avoid him, I ran away, like a fearful rabbit, from his field of vision.

The end of the torment was approaching. Dinner time was coming, which we did earlier than usual, then a bit of chat with all our classmates, and finally to our rooms, which we still had a couple of hours to share with our roommates.

When we were in our room, the door rang. It was Don Juan.

He asked the roommate who opened the door if I was there and if I wanted to play a game or two of chess in those two hours.

I was super nervous. The truth is that his act was very kind because in some way it was like wanting to leave things in peace for me. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I had it clear that I was in his hands and in his good judgment, and I surrendered to it. It was the first time someone had given me a lesson like that, it was taking the bull by the horns, a bull that I had been avoiding all day.

I asked him where we were going because it wasn't possible in our room, and he told me that there would be room in the cafeteria.

I took the chess set and went out with him through the hallways. When he suddenly stopped in front of a doo...