SERVICE FOR EXCLUSIVE USE BY CUSTOMERS (FINAL EPILOGUE)

Mauro is now a widower. A fulminant cancer took his wife. He is a quiet widower; he remains in charge of his business, whose clientele has renewed itself after the renovation Miki insisted on.

His bar is no longer the dive where the faggot waiter gave blowjobs to trusted customers or on match days for a relatively modest price, though there were some who thought it a bit expensive. Without realizing, however, that discretion is also paid for.

Now Miki flies higher. Four years of gym have made him a guy whose maturity is evident not only in his more developed body, but in the strength with which he has taken the reins of his life.

In his ad on an escort site, he appears as a young man muscular and toned enough, listing a varied range of services, with a certain level of English, and advertising himself as perfect for businessmen passing through Madrid. He even has two regular clients who always require his services and pay wonderfully.

This bothers Mauro a little, but his nephew has given him so many signs of affection and loyalty that he has ended up accepting it. Miki is a switch who has learned to analyze each client and give each one what he truly needs. And only four years have been enough for nature to turn him into a beautiful being.

Between the two of them they have bought a small apartment in Benidorm, which they have rented out for the moment and which helps them pay the mortgage, where Mauro dreams of retiring when he finally stops working. In addition, the warehouse across the street has been demolished and blocks full of married couples with children have been built, who, among other things, celebrate their birthdays in the bar.

What a difference from those days when Mauro, together with that Rubén and the upstairs neighbor, fucked needy young guys and, more than anything to convince themselves of their masculinity, the occasional whore.

Far behind were the years when, after having taken Miki in, Mauro jerked off imagining fucking his nephew, seized by a guilt that excited him more and made his need to possess him more and more furious.

Despite everything, Mauro has not freed himself from the guilt he carries, despite that mutual confession much later.

“I have something to tell you, Miguel. You know? That day at the funeral home, when... when my wife brought me clean clothes... You were taking the clothes out of the bag and I was getting dressed and... I saw something in your eyes that scared the shit out of me. It scared the shit out of me because... Fuck! Because I knew, without seeing myself, that you were seeing the same thing in mine. And I threw you out of the bathroom rudely.”

“I had it worse. When you came out, I remember someone arrived. And I took advantage and went into the bathroom. And on top of that, you had forgotten your underwear. I licked them, rubbed them over myself front and back, and jerked off almost crying.”
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