Ya las sombras de mis sueños se han estado disipando. No recuerdo en qué momento fueron sustituidos por su imagen, lo que sí es seguro es que no dejo de pensar en él.

Lo quise tomar como una simple casualidad, el hecho que se atreviera a escribirme, algo impensable para mí hizo que mi piel se erizara, mi respirar se acelerará, sentia mi corazon ardiendo, buscando salir dentro de mí así como las ansias de descubrir la razón de ese mensaje.

Fue algo que ni lo pensé, pero fue correspondido por mis pensares, posterior a ello por mis dedos deslizándose por la pantalla de mi celular. Todo fluía por sí solo, porque muy en el fondo sabía que deseaba esto, si no era él quien se atreviera a hacerlo, en algún momento iba a ser yo, pero no estaba seguro que fuese correspondido por él; dio ese paso mortal, tan mortal como los pensamientos que tengo con él, van más allá de un deseo por cualquier hombre. Es su mirada, ese sombrío deseo de su interior que se me insinua en el oído y me devora por dentro.

El simple hecho de ver su foto hacía que mi virilidad cobrase vida, sencillamente lo desea con frivolidad, como si quisiera arder entre sus más recónditos deseos y fantasías; quería ser su propia fantasía, servir de esclavo si así lo quisiera él, pero si quisiera que fuera como una flor, delicado, de mirada inocente mientras servía en mí su virilidad en mis labios y boca, no iba a importar, seria un camaleón ante sus deseos.

No pasó mucho tiempo cuando mi mano ya estaba jugando allí abajo, y era increíble sentirme así solo por un mensaje de él. No quiero que lo sepa, no quiero que se vea como un objeto, él es un deseo que tengo desde hace mucho tiempo y que ahora creo que se puede materializar; pero a la vez quiero que sepa que con cada respirar y latido de mi corazon lo deseo, que si esto fuese un pecado, ya estuviese yo en el mismísimo infierno por tan solo comer de su carne en mis pensamientos.

A todas estas, nuestras conversaciones han fluido, yo con algo de miedo, no quiero asustarlo, no quiero apartarlo de mis deseos. Quiero conocer su persona, pero muero a la vez por conocer toda su anatomía desnuda sobre mi, yo espaldas, él sentado sobre aquel viejo sillón tocando aquello que cobra vida mientras me mira con aquel deseo que provoca morder los labios hasta sangrar.

Eso y más puedo dejar para despues, porque mi imaginar me esta aniquilando, y tan solo hemos conversado, no lo he mirado de frente, mucho menos a todos los dias pasado, no se su nombre, no aun.

No dejo de mirar mi celular, sus buenos días es como estar en la puerta de un paraíso, no dejo de ver como enfoca su cámara allí, a eso que tanto deseo. Cuanto odio le he agarrado a ese pedazo de tela que no me deja mirar e imaginar más allá.

Sabia que tenia que dar un paso, pero no para buscar algo, sino para entender este deseo que tengo en mi ser. Descarte el hecho de que fuera un capricho, o que simplemente era un hombre más atractivo, realmente me gusta, tanto como para desearlo todo el día.

Hay tantos deseos que quiero pedirle, como el que me tome de sus brazos, bese mis labios y mi cuerpo. Pero no quiero dejar de sentir este acelerado latido, no quiero acostumbrarme a su placer.

No se si esto sea un juego, pero ya estoy dentro de el, y para seguir en ello, le he pedido un deseo que se ha hecho realidad, algo que pensé me haría olvidar un poco aquello que no deja de levantarse por sí solo.

Se su nombre, y ahora que lo se, solo me lo he estado imaginando de una forma. Atrás de mí, a un costado de mi oído, él pronuncia su nombre mientras intento callar estos gemidos por su dulce embestida tras otra, pero no puedo.

lo deseo mucho, incluso ahora su cuerpo está devorando cada del mio.

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Already the shadows of my dreams have been dissipating. I do not remember at what moment they were replaced by his image, what is certain is that I do not stop thinking about him.

I wanted to take it as a simple coincidence, the fact that he dared to write to me, something unthinkable for me made my skin crawl, my breathing accelerated, I felt my heart burning, seeking to leave inside me as well as the anxiousness to discover the reason for that message.

It was something I didn't even think about, but it was reciprocated by my thoughts, then by my fingers sliding across the screen of my cell phone. Everything flowed by itself, because deep down I knew I wanted this, if it wasn't him who dared to do it, at some point it was going to be me, but I wasn't sure it would be reciprocated by him; he took that deadly step, as deadly as the thoughts I have with him, they go beyond a desire for any man. It is his gaze, that somber desire from within him that insinuates itself in my ear and devours me from within.

Just seeing his picture made my manhood come alive, he simply desires it frivolously, as if he wanted to burn among his innermost desires and fantasies; I wanted to be his own fantasy to serve as his slave if he wanted me to, but if he wanted me to be like a flower, delicate, innocent looking while serving me his manhood on my lips and mouth, it wouldn't matter, I would be a chameleon to his desires.

It wasn't long when my hand was already playing down there, and it was amazing to feel this way just because of a message from him. I don't want him to know, I don't want him to see himself as an object, he is a desire I have had for a long time and now I think it can materialize; but at the same time I want him to know that with every breath and beat of my heart I desire him, that if this were a sin, I would already be in hell for just eating his flesh in my thoughts.

All in all, our conversations have flowed, me with some fear, I don't want to scare him, I don't want to keep him away from my desires. I want to know his person, but I am dying at the same time to know all his naked anatomy above me, me on my back, him sitting on that old armchair touching that which comes to life while he looks at me with that desire that makes me bite my lips until I bleed.

That and more I can leave for later, because my imagination is annihilating me, and we have only talked, I have not looked at him face to face, much less all the days that have passed, I do not know his name, not yet.

I keep looking at my cell phone, his good morning is like being at the door of a paradise, I keep seeing how he focuses his camera there, to what I want so much. How much I hate that piece of cloth that doesn't let me look and imagine beyond.

I knew I had to take a step, but not to look for something, but to understand this desire I have in my being. I dismissed the fact that it was a whim, or that he was simply a more attractive man, I really like him, so much to desire him all day long.

There are so many desires I want to ask him, like him taking me in his arms, kissing my lips and my body. But I don't want to stop feeling this accelerated heartbeat, I don't want to get used to his pleasure.

I don't know if this is a game, but I'm already in it, and to keep at it, I have made a wish that has come true, something that I thought would make me forget a bit of what keeps rising up by itself.

I know his name, and now that I know it, I've only been imagining it in one way. Behind me, to the side of my ear, he utters his name as I try to silence these moans for his sweet onslaught after onslaught, but I can't.

I want it so badly, even now his body is devouring each of mine.