https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/07/29/07/53/gay-2550857_960_720.jpg ![NEU-HIVE.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/franchalad/23tHG5kwAg1DAf8UU1iGh6ugZ2HWZR4JAPWvNeK5xKEKYxgyHet9CQqCYdwgGx31VMRKK.png)

![ENG.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/franchalad/EpXHxZy6gfTpZZWnbhiSrRyCt8Dbao3PzDwPDz4CzKFMaXgvJAzsmj7iosUwtgychsj.png) They were supposed to be at Plaza Bolivar, around 2:00 in the afternoon. But, the clock was rushing to 2:45 and still Jorge did not see that bright red hair of Bob Sight (like the Manchester City player) as he affectionately called the young man who had changed his life. Up until then Jorge had been immersed in depression, having lost his family after years of forced religiosity and repression. In his "youth" he had not had the courage to make an effort to fight against society and ended up marrying a beautiful girl who 15 years later hated him, with good reason. Jorge had subjected his family to live a lie, but as it is never too late, he had divorced his wife to perhaps look for love in the arms of a man. It was at soccer practice that he had met Roberto, a boy 15 years his junior, with a good chance of becoming the next national star in the sport. His fears and insecurities had not kept his fellow disciple from his side. Bob Sight had quickly become his biggest commitment and he was willing to risk it all for him. Suddenly she sees him on one of those corners, near a wandering vendor. He was wearing a tan leather jacket, worn jeans that matched a belt the same color as the jacket, shoes and his perfectly starched white shirt. Time seemed to stand still every time he saw Bob, his reddish hair shone creating sparkles that made him levitate. Jorge didn't realize it, but that young man had stolen his heart. Once at his side, he tried to feign disinterest as if almost an hour had not passed since the agreed meeting time. Bob seemed to be embarrassed. However, Jorge notices that he is holding something in his hands. It seems to be a gift, Jorge's face changes immediately to a red color that makes him look almost dressed in that stupid red shirt he had bought for the occasion. He doesn't know how to respond when Bob reaches out his hand to give him whatever it is he had brought in his hands. —I know you don't like public displays of affection, —Bob said with apparent discomfort—but I stopped by a chocolate store and brought you this. I don't know if you like chocolate, but it's okay. If you don't like them, maybe I'll try some later. Jorge had a considerably somber expression on his face, so Bob knew he would not accept his gift. He knew something like this would happen, it was just that he didn't care much for the unwelcome stares of people passing by. He just wanted to love Jorge freely, as much as he knew he loved him. So he just smiled and stared at him for a long time, knowing that it would make whatever he was feeling at that moment go away. Then she invited him to sit on one of those small benches, Jorge was a very demanding trainer, but he was also her great love. They sat together and when Jorge felt more relaxed, he surprised Bob by the silence he had been waiting for until then. — Thank you! I'm sorry for not agreeing to your gift, but you know how these demonstrations of affection affect me. However, —he said, holding his breath—I think this is the first time someone has given me chocolates and certainly if there is anyone in the world I would like to share them with, it would be you Bob Sight. Suddenly, a smile came out of Bob's mouth and a fleeting kiss stole both of their breath. That is, of course, before Jorge made sure the coast was clear. And there they stayed for a long time, because when love is beginning, all the things that before seemed to have no value, now have a new meaning. Regardless of age, regardless of what society says, but will they overcome the difficulties that will soon arise?

![ESP.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/franchalad/23zkiU3G7gR3Cv6MPfXS79aP9nY9LoR1NYh1bNTKbmEedvkzoYyiKotCSFXYC9PZfDTXr.png) Se suponía que iban a estar en la Plaza Bolívar, cerca de las 2 de la tarde. Pero, el reloj se apresuraba a marcar las 2:45 y aun Jorge no veía aquel cabello rojo y brillante de Bob Sight (como el jugador del Manchester City) como llamaba cariñosamente al jovencito que le había cambiado la vida. Hasta entonces Jorge se había sumergido en la depresión, luego de haber perdido a su familia después de años de religiosidad forzada y represión. En sus años de "juventud" no había tenido el valor de esforzarse por luchar contra la sociedad y término casándose con una hermosa chica que 15 años después lo odiaba, con justa razón. Jorge había sometido a su familia a vivir en una mentira, pero como nunca es tarde, se había divorciado de su mujer para quizás buscar al amor en los brazos de un hombre. Fue en los entrenamientos de Fútbol donde había conocido a Roberto, un chico 15 años menor que él, con grandes probabilidades de convertirse en la próxima estrella nacional en aquel deporte. Sus miedos e inseguridades no habían alejado al que también era su discípulo de su lado. Bob Sight se había convertido rápidamente en su mayor compromiso y estaba dispuesto a arriesgarlo todo por él. De repente lo ve en una de aquellas esquinas, cerca de un vendedor deambulante. Lucía una chaqueta de cuero color marrón, unos jeans desgastados que hacían juego con un cinturón del mismo color de la chaqueta, los zapatos y su camisa blanca perfectamente almidonada. El tiempo parecía detenerse cada vez que veía a Bob, su cabello rojizo brillaba creando destellos que lo hacían levitar. Jorge no se daba cuenta, pero aquel joven le había robado el corazón. Ya a su lado, trataba de fingir desinterés cómo si no hubiera pasado casi una hora desde la hora pactada de encuentro. Bob, parece estar apenado. Sin embargo, Jorge se da cuenta de que trae algo entre sus manos. Parece ser un obsequió, la cara de Jorge cambia de inmediato a un color rojo que lo hace ver casi vestido de aquella estúpida camisa roja que había comprado para la ocasión. No sabe cómo responder cuando Bob alarga su mano para entregarle, lo que sea que hubiera traído entre sus manos. — Sé que no te gustan las demostraciones de afecto en público —dijo Bob con aparente incomodidad—- pero, he pasado por una tienda de bombones y te he traído esto. No sé si te guste el chocolate, pero que no pasa nada. Si no te gustan a ti, quizás yo pruebe algunos más tarde. Jorge tenía una expresión considerablemente sombría en su rostro, por lo que Bob supo que no aceptaría su obsequio. Sabía que algo así pasaría, era solo que a él no le importaba mucho las miradas inoportunas de la gente que pasaba por los alrededores. Solo quería amar libremente a Jorge, tanto como él sabía que él lo amaba a él. Así que solo sonrió y se le quedó mirando largo rato, sabía que así se le pasaría lo que fuera que estuviese sintiendo en aquel instante. Luego lo invitó a sentarse en uno de esos bancos pequeños, Jorge era un entrenador muy exigente, pero también era su gran amor. Se sentaron juntos y cuando Jorge se sintió más relajado sorprendió a Bob ante el silencio que había aguardado hasta entonces. — ¡Gracias! Disculpa por no acceder a tu obsequio, pero ya sabes que me afectan esas demostraciones de afecto. Sin embargo —dijo reteniendo su aliento—creo que es la primera vez que alguien me regala bombones y ciertamente si existe alguien en el mundo con el cual me gustaría compartirlos sería contigo Bob Sight. De repente, una sonrisa salió de la boca de Bob y un beso fugaz le robó el aliento a ambos. Claro está antes de que Jorge se asegurara de que no había moros en la costa. Y ahí se quedaron largo rato, porque cuando el amor está comenzando, todas las cosas que antes parecían no tener ningún valor, ahora tienen un nuevo significado. Sin importar edades, sin importar lo que diga la sociedad, pero, ¿superarán las dificultades que pronto surgirán?

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