Diego, a restless traveler fresh from Bogotá, hails a motorcycle-taxi driver during a late-day stroll. He presses close on the bike, testing boundaries with a roaming hand, only to be met with a cold shove and a flat ‘I’m straight.’ Undeterred, Diego flips the script-offering a drink, a smile, and a whispered challenge. The driver stays firm, but the heat between them crackles like live wire. In the dim glow of a crowded bar, Diego circles him like a predator, probing for cracks in the façade. The man’s resolve wavers-just enough. By the time they vanish into a back alley, the truth is tangled in sweat, breath, and a slick cock pressed to a trembling cheek. The question isn’t answered. It’s buried.
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