THE EXTENSION (1/2)

As I entered the bar, I regretted it. I was about to leave, but Nacho, the owner, greeted me with a wave and went to the shelf to grab the gin I usually drink.

"Same as always?" he shouted, shaking the bottle in his hand.

I was forced to nod, impossible to hear: a soccer game, the bar full of guys, many acquaintances from the neighborhood, cheering, applause.

"Not a good day to start reading..." Nacho tried to be kind while filling my glass.

I smiled and sat at the end of the bar on the only free stool.

A group of three guys immediately caught my attention. A blonde, very posh for the crowd in my neighborhood, with the national team scarf, another heavier, darker, and hairier. "Juanma, damn it, don't yell, fuck", that's how I learned his name, thanks to the third.

The third, with slicked-back hair, open shirt, nipples visible underneath, and a goatee. He was scolding Juanma for yelling too much, but his "fuck my ass" sounded louder.

They were sitting on stools around a high table, and I imagined myself on my knees between the three, pulling out their cocks from their zippers. I pretended to watch the screen, be interested in the game, but I undressed them with my gaze: Juanma's sweat suit, highlighting his package, one's tight jeans, another's New Balance shoes.

And... Voilà, mon amie! Every time each of them went to the bathroom, the one who didn't come out sniffing like a stuffed-up nose, did so as if cleaning his nostrils and then discreetly passing something tiny that looked like a Paracetamol due to the ambient noise.

The problem is that I overdid it. The slicked-back guy had noticed that I was staring at him shamelessly when he came out of the bathroom. And he caught me looking at him again. It was the fat guy's turn, and he commented something to the other, and both looked at me.

I was looking for trouble. I grabbed my cigarettes and lighter and went outside to smoke. "I could have already paid and left" I reproached myself outside.

From the cheering, I understood that the game had ended in a tie. People started leaving, including the slicked-back guy. He approached me, and before he spoke, I was already wishing the ground would swallow me.

"Hey, man. Sorry. It's just... you weren't doing anything but staring at my friends and me" he said.

I reacted quickly. I had been caught. I felt the same as in other occasions. "If I'm looking for it myself..."

"Are you looking for someone to pass to?" he whispered, getting close to talk to me in my ear.

I breathed calmly because it wasn't for the other reason that he came: "No, no. Sorry, maybe I've been a bit shameless, but I swear I'm about to leave".

"Ah! So it wasn't that? Then what?" he asked defiantly.

"No, honestly, no, no, I'm leaving and..." I started to get stuck.

"My friend said... he says, won't it be that you're a faggot and you...