Chapter 1
I can't believe it!
This is the best way to start this story.
I. Can't. Believe. It.
I had previously written fictional stories from another account, but I hit a creative block and decided to delete everything. This story that I'm about to tell will sound almost impossible, but it is completely true and is just unfolding in my life, which makes it even crazier. I had always imagined a thousand scenarios in which something sexual could happen with an unattainable guy, but I had never imagined this specific scenario, much less with me as the protagonist.
For months, I had been using a finsta to follow guys I found extremely attractive and whom I didn't dare follow from my personal account. I rarely followed guys from my country because I hardly ever found them attractive—until I found Raúl.
Raúl was as if someone had taken the time to design my exact weakness, sexual weakness. Gym addict, light brown skin, in his photos he looked quite tall (approximately 6’5 feet, according to him, which I later confirmed), muscular, and with very masculine facial features. His body looked solid, with broad shoulders and veins visible on his arms. I would stare dumbfounded at his pecs in his stories, imagining touching him and feeling and tasting that hot, sweaty skin after a workout. Inevitably, I couldn't help but touch myself down there. He was fucking hot, and I’m sure he well knew it—he was quite arrogant and egotistical. He made the most of his body, judging by the angles in which he took his photos, despite seeming like a guy who was quite reserved when it came to online interaction, having around 1.5k followers while following only 16 people, with no photos on his feed but a few in his highlights—just enough to make me drool with desire at each of his few five pictures.
I started reacting to his sporadic stories with emojis or the common "so hot," harmless comments, being the typical simp who was constantly ignored. I won't lie and say it happened quickly because it didn't—it took me some time to get a 10/10 guy to respond to a finsta with 0 photos, a random and stupid bio description, following 120 people, and having 10 followers.
But one random day, he posted a photo at the gym, flexing his biceps, and I had the brilliant idea of complimenting his hard work.
Me: "Great body
I can see all the effort put into it. Greek god 
"
And yes, that’s how stupid my message was. An entire day passed without a response, and I was already considering stopping wasting my time and closing the finsta. I wasn't seeing any results besides losing time scrolling through an endless number of insanely attractive guys who probably received many similar messages to mine and ignored them. I was planning to delete the account that same night until I received a notification that made my pulse race.
Raúl: "Thanks bro
"
I must admit that when I read that message, I froze. I didn't know how to continue the conversation, so I made the mistake of starting to ask him everyday questions (I hope you all learn from my successes and failures), like asking if he was from my country and which city, receiving monosyllable responses from him until he inevitably left my messages on read. After that, there were days when he ignored me—I guess my messages were too desperate for attention (they were).
One day, I had the brilliant idea of asking him for fitness advice and starting the conversation with a "Hey bro." I know, I know… sometimes you have to fake it to fit in.
And that's when things got interesting…
He started replying to my messages and giving me countless tips on how to start training—when the only type of cardio I cared about was a specific kind with him. But I pretended to be interested in everything he said. As the conversation progressed, I discovered a few things about him. He was 19 years old, despite looking older because of his body and attitude. He was a bit mischievous and quickly caught on to my double-meaning jokes. He lived with his grandmother but wanted to move to my city since his dad, coincidentally, lived there. And most importantly, he was unemployed and had a girlfriend with whom he didn’t have as much sex as he wanted because his lack of income didn’t allow him to pay for motels.
Yes, the guy was quite open once he felt comfortable.
But the key point was his unemployment. I started thinking of ways I could turn that to my favor without seeming too obvious or making him uncomfortable. Considering the guy had already asked me for a picture to get to know me, and I chickened out, telling him it wasn't time yet, and he still kept replying as if nothing happened.
That's why I say the way this story unfolds is insanely crazy and improbable—and just wait for what's coming next.
I started asking him if he had ever been to my city, and he said yes, that he had spent a few months at his dad’s house. I told him I had never seen him (my city is quite small, town kinda type, and most of us know each other) and that if I had, I would remember because he was so damn handsome. He simply responded with a laughing emoji.
He was distant, but every message from him felt like a reward. He told me he trained six days a week, that he was very focused on the gym, and that he didn’t like being bothered. I simply took advantage of any detail to extend the conversation.
Me: "It must be hard to focus with how handsome and jacked you are… People must stare at you a lot."
Raúl: "Haha, sometimes. But what really pisses me off are the intense fags."
Ouch. I felt that like a punch to the gut. I knew I was one of those intense fags, but I tried to be more smart with the way I was handling the conversation —or so I thought.
Raúl: "You’re just another fag, no doubt about it, but at least you’re chill bro… You’re a more normal fag."
I thought to myself, what the hell is a "more normal fag”?
Me: "Then I’ll be careful not to be intense… though honestly, it’s hard with you
"
He left the message on read. I thought I had screwed it up, but that night, he posted another story—a photo in shorts, legs spread, sitting on a gym bench. I felt like he was provoking me directly. The idea was absurd, but it turned me on to think he might enjoy seeing me desperate.
Me: "If you ever come to my city, I promise to have a gift for you"
I sent that message without even thinking, and I instantly regretted it. Just as I was about to delete it, he read it. That wasn’t common since he usually took his time to read and respond to my messages.
Raúl: "Shit, what do you mean?"
Me: "Nothing, nothing… A silly thing on my part."
Raúl: "Now you have to tell me
"
I had already fucked up, now I was going to fuck up even more.
Me: "If you come, I can give you a gift… What do you want?"
The guy read my message and ignored it for a few hours. I thought he had figured out my intentions and was going to block me, but this guy just kept surprising me.
Raúl: "I don't know, what’s your budget?
"
He finally replied, after leaving me completely ignored for a long while. I figured maybe my approach hadn’t been too aggressive, which was why he was considering continuing the conversation—though it didn’t take a genius to figure out my real intentions (and he would later prove that he had). To be completely honest, I wasn’t sure then, and I’m still not sure now.
I wasn’t planning on setting the bar too high in terms of my spending capacity (which, honestly, wasn’t even that high to begin with).
Me: “Nothing over $150, but only when you come.”
The guy read my message and ignored it. I thought he might reply after a while, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Until I got desperate and asked if he had CashApp—I felt so desperate and stupid that I deleted the message right after sending it, but even though it didn’t show as read, he had probably seen the notification.
Raúl: “I saw you asking if I had CashApp”
Raúl: “I do lol”
Raúl: “Hey fag, what if you send me something to, you know, get me a little more excited about going there?”
I saw a lot of red flags in my whole interaction with Raúl, and if things were what they seemed, the only thing left to do was see how far this game could go… So I decided to be even more obvious with my intentions, just to test how much he knew or suspected.
Me: “Fag?”
I pretended to be offended.
Me: “But if I send you something, what gift will you give me in return?”
It seemed like he was inside the chat, because not even five seconds passed before my message switched to "read." My hands were shaking as I held my phone—I had no idea how he would take it, or if I had just completely blown my chances. Let’s not forget that I was messaging him from a completely blank, anonymous profile. What kind of trust could that possibly inspire from his side?
Then I got a short voice note. I didn’t want to play it. I expected insults from him, followed by him blocking me. I was ready for any kind of outburst.
Raúl: “Look, I’ll be honest with you: you’re not gonna get any nudes from me. I’m more of a, uhm… how do I say this? I prefer to handle things in person, so to speak… Depends on the situation too, you know what I mean?”
WHAT THE HELL? Was this what I thought it was?
I wanted to push the limits, see how far I could take this. Because if Raúl had already opened that door, I was ready to walk right through it without a second thought.
Now tell me… What would you do? Would you be willing to give him the money?
I can't believe it!
This is the best way to start this story.
I. Can't. Believe. It.
I had previously written fictional stories from another account, but I hit a creative block and decided to delete everything. This story that I'm about to tell will sound almost impossible, but it is completely true and is just unfolding in my life, which makes it even crazier. I had always imagined a thousand scenarios in which something sexual could happen with an unattainable guy, but I had never imagined this specific scenario, much less with me as the protagonist.
For months, I had been using a finsta to follow guys I found extremely attractive and whom I didn't dare follow from my personal account. I rarely followed guys from my country because I hardly ever found them attractive—until I found Raúl.
Raúl was as if someone had taken the time to design my exact weakness, sexual weakness. Gym addict, light brown skin, in his photos he looked quite tall (approximately 6’5 feet, according to him, which I later confirmed), muscular, and with very masculine facial features. His body looked solid, with broad shoulders and veins visible on his arms. I would stare dumbfounded at his pecs in his stories, imagining touching him and feeling and tasting that hot, sweaty skin after a workout. Inevitably, I couldn't help but touch myself down there. He was fucking hot, and I’m sure he well knew it—he was quite arrogant and egotistical. He made the most of his body, judging by the angles in which he took his photos, despite seeming like a guy who was quite reserved when it came to online interaction, having around 1.5k followers while following only 16 people, with no photos on his feed but a few in his highlights—just enough to make me drool with desire at each of his few five pictures.
I started reacting to his sporadic stories with emojis or the common "so hot," harmless comments, being the typical simp who was constantly ignored. I won't lie and say it happened quickly because it didn't—it took me some time to get a 10/10 guy to respond to a finsta with 0 photos, a random and stupid bio description, following 120 people, and having 10 followers.
But one random day, he posted a photo at the gym, flexing his biceps, and I had the brilliant idea of complimenting his hard work.
Me: "Great body
I can see all the effort put into it. Greek god "And yes, that’s how stupid my message was. An entire day passed without a response, and I was already considering stopping wasting my time and closing the finsta. I wasn't seeing any results besides losing time scrolling through an endless number of insanely attractive guys who probably received many similar messages to mine and ignored them. I was planning to delete the account that same night until I received a notification that made my pulse race.
Raúl: "Thanks bro
"I must admit that when I read that message, I froze. I didn't know how to continue the conversation, so I made the mistake of starting to ask him everyday questions (I hope you all learn from my successes and failures), like asking if he was from my country and which city, receiving monosyllable responses from him until he inevitably left my messages on read. After that, there were days when he ignored me—I guess my messages were too desperate for attention (they were).
One day, I had the brilliant idea of asking him for fitness advice and starting the conversation with a "Hey bro." I know, I know… sometimes you have to fake it to fit in.
And that's when things got interesting…
He started replying to my messages and giving me countless tips on how to start training—when the only type of cardio I cared about was a specific kind with him. But I pretended to be interested in everything he said. As the conversation progressed, I discovered a few things about him. He was 19 years old, despite looking older because of his body and attitude. He was a bit mischievous and quickly caught on to my double-meaning jokes. He lived with his grandmother but wanted to move to my city since his dad, coincidentally, lived there. And most importantly, he was unemployed and had a girlfriend with whom he didn’t have as much sex as he wanted because his lack of income didn’t allow him to pay for motels.
Yes, the guy was quite open once he felt comfortable.
But the key point was his unemployment. I started thinking of ways I could turn that to my favor without seeming too obvious or making him uncomfortable. Considering the guy had already asked me for a picture to get to know me, and I chickened out, telling him it wasn't time yet, and he still kept replying as if nothing happened.
That's why I say the way this story unfolds is insanely crazy and improbable—and just wait for what's coming next.
I started asking him if he had ever been to my city, and he said yes, that he had spent a few months at his dad’s house. I told him I had never seen him (my city is quite small, town kinda type, and most of us know each other) and that if I had, I would remember because he was so damn handsome. He simply responded with a laughing emoji.
He was distant, but every message from him felt like a reward. He told me he trained six days a week, that he was very focused on the gym, and that he didn’t like being bothered. I simply took advantage of any detail to extend the conversation.
Me: "It must be hard to focus with how handsome and jacked you are… People must stare at you a lot."
Raúl: "Haha, sometimes. But what really pisses me off are the intense fags."
Ouch. I felt that like a punch to the gut. I knew I was one of those intense fags, but I tried to be more smart with the way I was handling the conversation —or so I thought.
Raúl: "You’re just another fag, no doubt about it, but at least you’re chill bro… You’re a more normal fag."
I thought to myself, what the hell is a "more normal fag”?
Me: "Then I’ll be careful not to be intense… though honestly, it’s hard with you
"He left the message on read. I thought I had screwed it up, but that night, he posted another story—a photo in shorts, legs spread, sitting on a gym bench. I felt like he was provoking me directly. The idea was absurd, but it turned me on to think he might enjoy seeing me desperate.
Me: "If you ever come to my city, I promise to have a gift for you
"I sent that message without even thinking, and I instantly regretted it. Just as I was about to delete it, he read it. That wasn’t common since he usually took his time to read and respond to my messages.
Raúl: "Shit, what do you mean?"
Me: "Nothing, nothing… A silly thing on my part."
Raúl: "Now you have to tell me
"I had already fucked up, now I was going to fuck up even more.
Me: "If you come, I can give you a gift… What do you want?"
The guy read my message and ignored it for a few hours. I thought he had figured out my intentions and was going to block me, but this guy just kept surprising me.
Raúl: "I don't know, what’s your budget?
"He finally replied, after leaving me completely ignored for a long while. I figured maybe my approach hadn’t been too aggressive, which was why he was considering continuing the conversation—though it didn’t take a genius to figure out my real intentions (and he would later prove that he had). To be completely honest, I wasn’t sure then, and I’m still not sure now.
I wasn’t planning on setting the bar too high in terms of my spending capacity (which, honestly, wasn’t even that high to begin with).
Me: “Nothing over $150, but only when you come.”
The guy read my message and ignored it. I thought he might reply after a while, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Until I got desperate and asked if he had CashApp—I felt so desperate and stupid that I deleted the message right after sending it, but even though it didn’t show as read, he had probably seen the notification.
Raúl: “I saw you asking if I had CashApp
”Raúl: “I do lol”
Raúl: “Hey fag, what if you send me something to, you know, get me a little more excited about going there?
”I saw a lot of red flags in my whole interaction with Raúl, and if things were what they seemed, the only thing left to do was see how far this game could go… So I decided to be even more obvious with my intentions, just to test how much he knew or suspected.
Me: “Fag?”
I pretended to be offended.
Me: “But if I send you something, what gift will you give me in return?”
It seemed like he was inside the chat, because not even five seconds passed before my message switched to "read." My hands were shaking as I held my phone—I had no idea how he would take it, or if I had just completely blown my chances. Let’s not forget that I was messaging him from a completely blank, anonymous profile. What kind of trust could that possibly inspire from his side?
Then I got a short voice note. I didn’t want to play it. I expected insults from him, followed by him blocking me. I was ready for any kind of outburst.
Raúl: “Look, I’ll be honest with you: you’re not gonna get any nudes from me. I’m more of a, uhm… how do I say this? I prefer to handle things in person, so to speak… Depends on the situation too, you know what I mean?”
WHAT THE HELL? Was this what I thought it was?
I wanted to push the limits, see how far I could take this. Because if Raúl had already opened that door, I was ready to walk right through it without a second thought.
Now tell me… What would you do? Would you be willing to give him the money?
"
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