Gonzalo Narvreón - Aquiles... a curious straight

“Are you joking me,” said Aquiles.

“No joking, homie, I was surprised too... I didn't want to say anything to him, but it seemed strange to me,” said Marcos.

“And... the truth is... Besides, he is an employee of ours and should not be using working hours to do such things,” said Aquiles.

“The reality is that it was rest time, so, on that side, I don't think it's punishable; he can do what he wants during that time... What I did find strange was that on the other side there was a man in his underwear,” added Marcos.

“Yes, that’s true... it's strange. Alejandro is a super masculine guy; he even came to play football with us sometimes, and I think he has a girlfriend, right?” said Aquiles.

What does that have to do with it? Don’t be foolish! He could be a groom; he could be married and still be fucking with guys; he doesn't necessarily have to be affected,” said Marcos.

“Gee... how modern you are!” said Aquiles.

“It's like that, homie,” replied Marcos.

“It's true, and you're right... anyway, maybe the man was a family member or just a friend, I don't know; someone who's somewhere where it's very warm, and he was wearing only underclothes. Whatever or whoever that person was, it doesn't seem right to me that he should have a video conference with someone who shows up in his underwear, at least, not at the office; that he should do it at home if he wants to,” said Aquiles.

“If it happens again, beyond the uncomfortable situation that will arise, I think we will have to talk to him,” said Marcos.

“Well, I'll see you on Monday,” said Aquiles, closing the conversation.

They said goodbye and went their separate ways.

Aquiles arrived at his apartment, took out the dirty clothes from his sports bag, put it in the washing machine, took off his shoes, and socks and went to his room, intending to sleep for a while before dinner.

He found Marina lying on the bed and watching TV.

“Hello, love, did you have a good time,” said Marina.

“Yes, I enjoyed it, but I'm dead tired,” answered Aquiles.

“I thought we were going to continue with the baby issue,” said Marina, in a mocking tone.

Aquiles looked at her in the eye, came closer, and kissed her on the lips.

“In your dreams… If you're hot, grab a sex toy and entertain yourself. Wake me up tomorrow before lunch,” Aquiles said sarcastically.

“I talked to the girls while you were playing, and around 09:00 p.m., they will come... we'll get together to eat something. Félix and Sofía don’t come because of his boys and the baby, so Marcos with Paula and Adrián with Inés will come.

“Not!” exclaimed Aquiles.

He likes meeting and sharing with his friends and his wives, but he was exhausted, and his plan was to wear underwear, watching TV, sleeping, and spend the rest of Saturday doing only nothing. While they were playing football, their wives had been busy planning the night, no matter what their husbands thought or wanted to do.

Aquiles rested his head on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep; he knew nothing more until he heard conversations in the living room and felt the cushion that knocked his head, thrown by Adrián that was standing in front of the bed foot.

“Come on, Sleeping Beauty , get up and get dressed; Inés is already in the kitchen with Marina, and Marcos is going upstairs with Paula,” said Adrián.

“Shit, man! I was deeply asleep, and they had the great idea of organizing a meeting for us...,” said Aquiles.

“I thought the same thing... I came home with the idea of throwing myself out and not moving anymore, and Inés came out with the news that they had already organized a night meeting,” said Adrián.

The doorbell rang. Marina went to open the door, and Marcos and Paula joined the group.

They heard Marcos asking, “Where are the beasts...?” talking about Adrián and Aquiles. He was entering Aquiles' room in less than a minute, diving onto the bed and hugging Aquiles...

“What had happened foal? Did Marina attack you again?” asked Marcos, smiling.

“JA, JA... she hinted, but I think it was a joke... Anyway, I put my head on the pillow and fell sound asleep,” answered Aquiles, who stood up and put on the bermudas.

The three of them went to the living room, where their women were chatting away.

“Hello, girls,” said Aquiles.

Aquiles and Adrián came over to greet Paula.

“What a sleepy face the Lord has,” said Inés.

“Yes... he was sound asleep... a lot of work, a lot of sport, a lot of sexual activity,” answered Aquiles.

“Darling, give him a break; you're going to kill him,” said Paula mockingly to Marina.

They all smiled.

Aquiles thought if Marina had already told them about the decision to start trying to get pregnant, an issue they had only talked about again in the morning.

Besides that, Aquiles was sure that their wives talked openly about their sex lives, so obviously, they spoke about their husbands' likes and preferences.

“Wine or beer?” asked Aquiles.

“It depends on what we would order for lunch,” answered Adrián.

“¿Sushi, pizza, empanadas ?” asked Marcos.

The majority voted for empanadas, which they decided to accompany by beer.

“In the kitchen, I left a board of cheese and cold cuts,” said Marcos.

The men went to the kitchen to get beers and open the snacks that Marcos had brought, while the women stayed in the living room, gossiping and ordering empanadas . They already knew by heart what everyone wanted after years of meeting and sharing different moments.

“Homie, tell Adrián what happened in the office with Alejandro,” said Aquiles, looking at Marcos.

“Who is Alejandro?” asked Adrián.

“An employee of ours,” answered Aquiles.

“The issue is that I left my office and saw that he was in front of his screen with a video conference; on the other side, there was a naked guy... Actually, he wasn’t nude; he was wearing underwear, but later I'll tell the story in front of the girls to hear their opinions,” said Marcos.

“But is he a faggot?” asked Adrián.

“No… in fact, we don't know if he's a fag or not,” said Marcos.

“But stop... are you talking about the same Alejandro who once came to play football with us?” asked Adrián.

“The same one,” answered Aquiles.

“But that guy little fucker is zero fag! I remember that once he came to play with us, and he almost tore my legs off from his fouls and fought the ball hand-to-hand like a beast; he even stayed for a drink after the game and was very cool; I thought he was masculine,” commented Adrián.

“Yes, I agree, maybe we're still half closed-minded, and we think that only mannered men are attracted to other men,” said Marcos.

“I agree. In the building where we lived, we had neighbors who we didn't know if they were brothers or not, until a day, the janitor building told us they were a couple. We had supposed it, but the very masculine attitude they had, threw us… One of them even played rugby,” said Adrián.

“Changing the subject, how are things in the sailing world?” asked Marcos.

Adrián had studied naval engineering and had a shipyard that he had inherited from his family. Beyond continuing the tradition of his ancestors, it was an activity he enjoyed and allowed him to lead an excellent standard of living.

“No complaints. Besides the ups and downs of our country and its economy, the naval environment is a high economic target, so there is always work,” said Adrián, who added, “Like what happens to you guys; if the economy is up or down, we all need damn lawyers and accountants.”