Chapter 5 / the climax of the vacation /

Chapter 5

The elevator went up with a soft hum, but Adrian's heart was beating like a drum. Guilt and morbid curiosity were tangled in his chest, a intoxicating mix that made him feel alive. He knew he was crossing a line by going to Carlos's room without telling me, but the idea of surrendering again, of exploring the fire he had felt with him and with Paul, was irresistible. Moreover, the encounter with Leo in the sauna still burned in his mind, a secret he had not yet shared with me, Raúl, but planned to confess when the moment was perfect. For now, Carlos's message —"Are you guys busy...?"— had ignited a desire he could not ignore.

The elevator doors opened, and Adrian walked down the hallway, his fitted t-shirt highlighting every line of his sculpted pecs, his jeans hugging his firm buttocks. In front of Carlos's door, he took a deep breath, adjusting his hair with a nervous gesture. He knocked, and the door opened almost immediately. Carlos was there, imposing as always, his unbuttoned shirt revealing the grayish hair that covered his muscular chest. His eyes scanned Adrian from top to bottom, a confident smile curving his lips. "Well, little one," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You look ready to make this night tremble." But then, his gaze turned inquisitive. "And Raúl?"

Adrian felt a pang, but he disguised it with a mischievous smile. "Raúl is... busy," he replied, pulling out his phone with a sly glint in his eyes. "Look at this." He slid the screen and showed him a photo he had taken just before leaving our room: me, Raúl, thrusting into Matías on the bed, my hairy body glistening with sweat, Matías's muscles tensing as he groaned my name. The scene was crude, explicit, with my cock buried in him and his blue eyes open in incredulity and pleasure. Carlos let out a low whistle, his eyes shining with admiration. "Damn, Adrian. Your man knows how to take control. And that boy... seems like he'll never forget that cock."

Adrian laughed, proud, but with a touch of nervousness. "Raúl is in his element," he said, putting away his phone. "I wanted to give him his moment with Matías. And I... well, I thought you and I could have some fun." Carlos looked at him, his smile widening, but there was something in his expression that Adrian couldn't quite decipher. "Oh, little one, you have no idea what's in store for you tonight," he said, opening the door wide to let him in.

The room was the same luxurious setting Adrian remembered: the bubbling jacuzzi in one corner, the mirrors reflecting the blue light, the king-size bed inviting chaos. But what Adrian didn't expect was to find two more men in the room, sitting on the sofa with whisky glasses in hand. Both were around 50, attractive, with the confidence that comes with experience. The first, Diego, was tall and lean, with a wiry body visible under a tight black shirt. His short, gray hair contrasted with his tanned skin, and his dark...