Chance (Part IV)

V.

What do you do when your life intersects with that of other people who want to be with you? You know they are different from you, from other places, with a different social background than yours, with more economic resources and possibilities than yours, from different worlds.

Gaspar thought about this that morning as he had breakfast with Alessio and Alex, on the island of the latter's apartment. He wasn't used to having breakfast, at most he would eat a sandwich and a bowl of something hot on his way to work, that was all. Now, however, there were scrambled eggs, toast, buns, fruit, Greek yogurt, orange juice, and coffee, an aromatic and intense coffee.

They talked about trivial and mundane topics, although it was evident that there was a persistent tension between them, each one thinking about what would happen, about how events would unfold. Gaspar knew that the other two were waiting for him. It was strange, he who was always the one waiting, now was the one being waited for. Things of destiny.

He thought, briefly, about how he should proceed, the way he should act. Perhaps this was the moment that fortune was presenting to him, and he couldn't waste it.

Alessio and Alex were dressed only in sports shorts, and he was wearing his pants, but also shirtless. Looking at them, Gaspar knew what he had to do. Both of them had enjoyed fondling his, it was time for him to have that pleasure. He was going to exercise the right that both of them had coincided with.

Looking at them, while finishing his coffee, he said:

- Nice bodies, do you train a lot?

- Yes, total dedication. Several hours a day.

- Great - Gaspar replied.

And getting up, he told them:

- Let's train then.

Almost at the same time, Alessio and Alex got up and went to the apartment's terrace, huge and already sunny.

Both of them looked toned, healthy, attractive, and willing, while Gaspar was different from them, with less volume, height, and a different skin color. But that didn't matter at that moment, because both of them desired him, and he had a strange power over both of them. And he found out that that power was real.

As he passed by Alessio, he felt the impulse to play with his nipples. Those pectorals were too well formed, marked, raised, and crowned by erect and hard nipples. He first grabbed the nipples and lifted them, and then did the same with the nipples, which he squeezed, twisted, rotated, and stretched, with force and without any consideration.

Alessio didn't resist, he only lowered his gaze and clenched his teeth to control his moans and endure the pain.

And it was true, he found out. "You have a whole long Sunday to dominate us and do what you want with us," that's what Alex had told him the night before, and he was finding out. He had to go for it, it was what he had to do. And there were no hesitations, none.

Then...