Ojos negros (Gay)

Okay let's go. I'm walking slowly with my body bristling from the morning cold. Walking in the water towards a boy no older than twenty with black, deep eyes and a fixed gaze. He no longer had that disappointment on his face like he did a little while ago. Instead, he was standing firm, defiant... With an objective in mind, it could be seen. And I, with one step and another, undressing myself slowly, little by little, naked in front of him... Not taking my eyes off him, still, in front of me. For a paralyzed second due to modesty... I force myself to keep going, don't let yourself be intimidated, my mind says, my heart beats with uncontrolled rage. Already... the end of the stairs, completely naked. Finally, face to face... Completely disarmed and exhausted.... Take a deep breath... MY ENTIRE SOAKED BODY IS ALMOST AT THE POINT OF SHATTERING ..? And now ????. ... Could it be that he won't move? Bold, defiant. I fill myself with courage and take another step, another step, another step, and I'm out, one more step. And??? Now what? My mind repeats...... Like nothing's happening, like nothing's happening!......I respond in my mind over and over again. Adrenaline takes control and leads me. I walk with my entire body soaked, step by step, alongside him, straight to the house, TO THE BAG!! something that will cover me, something that will save me!!. The meters to the house were lighter, no longer had those black eyes HYPNOTIZING ME . Little left until the end, leave a few dots...