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.It takes some of the pressure off me. Have you tried to tell them? Why? Do they really need to hear it? My father would die ofshame. That s your perception. No, cariño.It s the truth. I didn t feel like elaborating on the topic.Tono seemed adamantabout staying in the closet, and I wasn t going to demand that he marchin the next Pride parade.Not this soon. All right. I nodded. Now,who was he and where did you do it? A friend sucked me off a few times and I returned the favor, butit scared us half to death.If our parents ever found out, they d havehung us upside down in the town square. Jesus, how very Spanish Inquisition.You re kidding, right? No.My family is strictly Catholic.Being gay is as bad as beingan atheist.To their mind, it s a sin of the worst kind, and one they willnever understand.Paco and I had nightmares about what we weredoing, so we stopped. And yet you chose to be true to yourself? It wasn t a choice, cariño; it s who I am. Amen to that. My first real encounter with gay sex was with a hustler inMallorca. I m sorry. Why? Your first time should have been special. Was yours? God, yes.It was magical. With Pol? The memory assaulted me, and I found myself getting teary-eyed.It was embarrassing as hell, and I apologized quickly. I m sorry, Tono,I have no idea where that came from. I shouldn t have mentioned it. It s all right, I said, wiping away the stray tear that rolled downmy cheek. You had no idea you were dating a sentimental queen. I m with an amazing man.I m so lucky Pol is an idiot. I doubt he d agree, but it s a moot point. My reply wassurprisingly bitter, and Tono picked up on it immediately. Let s drop this forever. Fuck, yes.So, back to your first time.Was he any good? Tono shook his head. What s with the questions? Are you avoyeur? I do like to watch, I admitted. ¿Sí? Do you? I don t know. Definitely worth exploring, wouldn t you say? If you insist. I would never force you to do anything you re not comfortablewith. I said I d try it once, didn t I? That you did.Let s see if the opportunity presents itself. We were interrupted by the waiter who began serving the three-course dinner, and our conversation was put on hold.I d had manymeals since arriving in Spain, but that night s dinner was outstanding.We started with a salad made of grilled eggplant slices drizzled withvinaigrette and topped with diced tomatoes and black olives.It wasrefreshing on this warm summer evening, especially whenaccompanied by the sparkling cava the waiter poured liberally.Themain dish was parmesan-encrusted lobster tails served on a mound ofrice pilaf with spears of white asparagus on the side.Dessert was a sliceof Tarta de Santiago, the almond-flavored cake named in honor of thepatron saint of Spain.I could only take a few bites I was so full butwhat I tasted was sublime. We re going to have to work this off, I said, pushing the plateaway. Let s go dancing? Really? Don t you like it? I love dancing. Good. WE ENDED up at a gay bar call Truco, which was highlyrecommended by the taxi driver we d hailed at the hotel.It was a two-story building with a large, outside terrace crawling with hot men onthe prowl.The place was still hopping at two in the morning.TheSpanish hours had confused me in the beginning, but the longer Istayed, the more I enjoyed the late dinners and the extended nightlife.Iwas a nocturnal person anyway; dinner at ten and partying until dawnwere my idea of perfect.Tono never took his arm off my shoulder as hesteered me toward the dance floor, none too eager to stop and flirt withanyone.I scanned the crowd, trying to determine if there was anyoneworth fighting over.I knew my possessive Spaniard would balk, and itwould be a hard-won victory, so I wanted to make sure the guy I pickedwould be worth the effort.Finally, I settled on a blond who wasprobably in his early twenties and reminded me of a young Paul, notthat I was planning on sharing that little tidbit.I guess it s true whatthey say about first love.My eye was automatically drawn to theslender blond. Remember what we talked about in the car? I whispered as weswayed to the melody of a Julio Iglesias love song. ¿Qué dices? About a three-way? Tono stepped back suddenly, looking panicked. I don t think I mready! Come on, Tono.Live a little. You re crazy! Follow me. Tono didn t move. I don t want him to fuck you, he growled. He won t, I assured him. You will. What? While I do him
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