The hunter

The subway was almost empty. At that hour of the night, on a weekday, in that direction not many people usually travel. Perhaps for that reason, the friction between metals and the vibration of the convoy seemed to be heard more present.

The submissive had gone a long time without being used by a real male. He had been with guys of those who like to treat faggots well, but that did not satisfy him, it was almost alien to him. He had spent days in a period of intense and pitiful heat.

During the trip, he distracted himself looking at Grindr profiles. It was something he did more than anything to distract himself, because very rarely had he found someone interesting there. Looking at the app made him nervous. He felt shame. Which was totally irrational, because anyone who looked at him knew he was a sissy.

That same thing seemed to be thinking a man who seemed to be staring at him from the other car. He began to feel his gaze as if it were an intrusive thought that uncomfortably asserts itself in the psyche. Instinctively, his eyes sought the origin of the sensation. He raised his gaze like a restless rabbit before the threat of a predator.

The lion looked at him fixedly, disdainfully, with frank repudiation. Or at least, that's what the dog felt. What he could assure is that he was looking at him, with that pose of an Iberian male from the seventies, legs apart, sheathed in worn light blue jeans, a solid torso under a blue polo shirt with only one button undone.

It couldn't be. He wasn't looking at him. He was surely looking at the girl sitting a few meters from him. What ridiculous movies his imagination made up.

Suddenly, he realized that the next stop was Rocafort. The entrance station to faggotland. That night, like many others, he was going to walk around there to at least be able to see handsome men, since he didn't have the luck to be able to eat their cocks. Although he knew he wouldn't see many, since being winter and midweek, there wouldn't be many wandering around.

He wasn't wrong. The streets seemed quite deserted. Anyway, with Grindr in hand, he was walking the streets, to see if there was any interested male. There didn't seem to be. Frustration began to grow in him. He was about to give up, go buy a kebab to take away and eat it on the way back to the subway, when he remembered that on Calabria street there was a cruising place, one of the best known. In a little more than an hour it would close. So if he was going to enter, he had to hurry.

He didn't really feel comfortable in those places, but a submissive had told him that once in a while he found masters there. He thought he had nothing to lose by trying. However, when he almost reached the door, he regretted it. He began to think that he would spend money on the entrance for nothing, that he wouldn't find anyone who would approach him, except guys offering their various services, or men who were not what he...