THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 8 - MARTIN'S VISIT

SECOND PART: MARTIN'S VISIT

It was a Saturday afternoon when Juan's phone rang. He had been living his new routine with Pedro for four months, and his previous life seemed like a distant memory.

"Juan?" It was a familiar voice, but one he hadn't heard in about six years.

"Yes?"

"Juan, damn it! It's Martin, from high school."

Juan felt a pang of panic. Martin had been his desk mate for three years, one of his best friends in adolescence, along with Pedro.

"Martin... how are you?"

"Good, good! Look, I'm in Buenos Aires for work, just for a couple of days, for a medical conference. Don't you think we should get together? We can call Pedro too, like in the old days."

Juan looked towards the living room, where Pedro was sitting reading the newspaper. Pedro had heard the conversation and made a sign for Juan to accept.

"Yes, yes, perfect. Do you want to come over? I'm here with Pedro."

"Great! Can you give me the address?"

After hanging up, Juan approached Pedro nervously. "Honey, what are we going to do when he comes?"

"We'll behave normally. Like old friends who meet again."

"What if he suspects something?"

Pedro smiled in a way that Juan didn't like. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

Juan quickly got dressed, feeling strange about wearing clothes in his house after so many months of being naked. The chastity cage always bothered him a bit under his pants.

When Martin arrived, Juan was surprised by how much he had changed. He was fatter, balder, but had the same cheerful smile as always. He hugged both of them with genuine affection.

"I can't believe we're all together again! How many years have passed?"

"Many," said Pedro. "But here we are."

They sat in the living room with some beers and started remembering old anecdotes from school. Juan relaxed a bit. He felt good to be, even if only for a while, the Juan of before.

"Do you remember," said Martin laughing, "when Juan picked up Graciela Fernández on the last day of classes? We all thought it was impossible because the girl was really pretty, but Juan went and approached her as if nothing."

"Yes, I remember," said Pedro with a strange smile. "Juan was always a winner with the girls."

"Yes! And then he fucked her at her house while her parents weren't there. You were a son of a bitch, Juan, we all envied you."

Juan smiled nostalgically. He had been another Juan, another life completely different.

"Yes," said Pedro slowly. "That changed a bit, actually." He laughed in a way that made Juan feel a chill.

"What changed?" Martin asked. "Doesn't Juan like girls anymore?"

"Nothing, that," said Pedro evasively.

"Is it because of the divorce?" Martin asked. "That always happens, it's normal for someone to get a little depressed after separating."

"No, it...