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Faced with supporting a wife and baby daughter a young man decides to go into gay porn.
01- The Motel
The
swimming pool of a low-end motel just outside Baltimore, MD. It was
close to midnight and the air had cooled significantly, John worked his
arms and legs to stay afloat in the deep end. He was fine to just
float, to kick his legs and move his arms in a way that he had once
learned from a pamphlet left somewhere by the YMCA.
Swimming
lessons were supposed to be last year’s birthday gift but his mother
couldn’t get him there on the weekends because she had to work
‘extra-hours’ and now he was fourteen and going to high school next
year. He dreaded the thought of swimming in gym class if he ever had to
do it.
His
chin just above the surface he stared across the water to the boy he
had just met that day, Kevin, who swam away with an easy stroke to the
side of the pool. Kevin was a year younger but he could swim like a
fish and John suspected he was smarter too.
“Come here,” Kevin said.
John
winced at the invitation because no matter how he tried he knew he
would look foolish trying to swim there. He sighed then began to cross
to the side of the pool in his best doggy-paddle. When he reached the
side he grabbed onto it like a life preserver and felt relief when he
was able to anchor his body to the stone.
“Are you tired yet?” Kevin asked.
“No, you?”
“No,” Kevin laughed.
“So what else do you want to do?”
“I don’t know.”
They
both looked to John’s mother, Kelly, who lay on a deck chair keeping a
supervisory watch over them from behind a pair of sunglasses she had
been wearing since before the sun went down.
“What else is there to do mom?” John asked.
“Sleep,” she said. “You guys have been busy playing for the last six hours or so. Why don’t you guys go to bed?”
“I’m not tired,” John said.
“Me either,” Kevin said. “I wish you could come back to my room I have an Xbox.”
“Do you have any good games?”
“Lots,” Kevin said.
John
bit at his lip as he thought about asking to go to Kevin’s room to play
video games because he suspected she wouldn’t let him but they were on
vacation so it was worth asking.
“Hey mom can we go to Kevin’s room and play video games?”
“Well,
I don’t know. I’m sure they are going to kick us out any moment but
I’m not sure about video games. Your mom must be worried about you
though.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Kevin said.
“John
is going to be headed to bed soon. I’m sure your mom doesn’t want you
up all night. Why don’t you go make sure she doesn’t think you’re
lost?”
Kevin looked to John who shrugged his shoulders.
“Can he stay out a little longer?”
She
reached for her martini glass and took a sip then held it out in front
of her face, swirled the remaining liquid. She raised the glass in an
imagined toast then brought it back to her lips and drank the rest of
it.
“No, I think it would be best if he headed back to his room now,” she said.
They looked at each other as they were trumped by her authority.
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“Well, okay, but we should go swimming tomorrow morning before we have to leave,” Kevin said.
“Yeah, that would be great.”
Kevin
turned and pulled himself from the water. He walked to the chair where
he picked up his towel and began to dry himself. He looked to John and
said goodnight before he wrapped the towel around his shoulders and
walked from the pool area, making sure to close the gate behind him.
“Why
don’t you get out of the water? You have to be a prune by now.
Everyone else has gone inside.” She placed the glass back on the table
then reclined back into the most comfortable position.
“Okay,”
he replied before he gripped the side of the pool firmly then pulled
himself from the water. He adjusted his trunks and a shiver ran out
from his spine. He looked at his finger tips but he couldn’t make out
any detail in the darkness.
The
area was dimly lit by the glow of a few lights placed inconveniently
around the deck. The lights were low and weak, the minimum needed for
night safety or less.
“It’s
cold out here,” he said before crossing his arms and moving to the end
of his mother’s chair. He picked up a towel and began to dry himself.
His
mother looked up at him through her sunglasses. She could only make
out his form but she knew what was there. He had a strong chin, broad
shoulders, and naturally athletic build and he was going to be short.
He had put on a little weight over winter but she knew it would be gone
in the spring when he got back into sports. He was going to be a
heartbreaker, she thought, just like his father. He was smart,
athletic, and not too cocky. He was honest and could be very sincere
but sometimes, rarely, he had a fit of anger.
“This is the life,” she said.
“It’s
nice.” He wrapped the towel around his waist and picked up the second
one which he wrapped around his shoulders before he stepped to the stand
beside his mother and picked up her silver, cigarette case. He took
out a cigarette and put it between his lips.
“You’re lucky I’m drunk,” she said.
“Good
to know,” John said. He picked up the matching lighter and lit the
cigarette quickly before returning them both within her reach.
He
had inhaled cigarette smoke a few times but was wary of lung cancer so
he didn’t do it all of the time. He took a seat in the chair on the
other side of the stand.
“Clark is a nice guy,” she said.
“Yeah,”
he said. Clark was the third boyfriend he knew about since his father
had left them when he was five years old. He liked Clark.
“It was nice of him to take us on vacation for a few days. I don’t get to take you all the places I’d like to.”
It
was a thought of regret, regret for something John knew his mother had
no control over. It was a pointless thought to him. It wasn’t
meaningless because it meant she felt bad, no it was just sad. He
didn’t like sad thoughts about things you couldn’t control.
“I can’t believe everyone else had to go inside. What time is it?”
“I think it’s after eleven. I’m surprised that one boy stayed out with you as long as he did.”
John
nodded. Most other parents had strict bed times for their children,
strict curfews and rules. If his mother was having a good time then he
knew he could have stayed all night at the pool. He kind of wanted to.
It was nice to swim in the pool after dark because the sun wasn’t out
and there was no glare.
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In
the darkness the world shrank, didn’t seem so large and so impossible.
He closed his eyelids, checked with his thumb to make sure the
cigarette was secure in his hand, and let himself relax. He wasn’t like
that long before he heard the sound of a car pulling into the parking
lot, shutting off, and the door opening.
If
it were Clark, he thought, it would be easy to see them from where he
would have to park in front of the motel room door. He heard the sound
of dress shoes on gravel and knew the man was headed their way.
“How
are you guys doing?” Clark asked from the other side of the gate. John
and his mother looked to the familiar voice and smiled.
Clark
was just over six foot tall with a dark Italian complexion. He wore a
white shirt and canary yellow tie, dark slacks and black dress shoes.
He opened the gate and walked to them easily with a calm, determined
gate. He was a salesman. She always said her boyfriends were.
“I’m
sorry I had to be out all day and we couldn’t do anything. I promise
I’ll make it up to you.” He stopped at Kelly’s side, leaned in to give
her a welcome kiss and took the cigarette from her hand. He stood and
took a puff before handing it back and giving her another second kiss
briefly on the lips.
“Have you guys been swimming?”
“John’s been in all day,” she said.
“Probably a prune then,” Clark said.
John winced at the remark because it was what his mother had said.
“I’m fine,” he said.
“Then
you probably don’t want to go back in,” Clark replied as he loosened
his tie. He pulled it off and dropped it on the chair, unbuttoned the
collar of his shirt. “Maybe we should throw your mother in.” He took
back the cigarette.
“Oh no you don’t, I’ve just had my nails done today.”
“Okay,” Clark said kicking off his shoes.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“What’s it look like,” Clark replied as he unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt. “I’m going to go for a swim.”
“Now? You don’t have any trunks.”
He
pulled off his dress shirt then maneuvered his undershirt around the
cigarette and dropped them in her lap, stuck the cigarette between his
lips and unfastened his belt.
“Clark,” Kelly said.
He
turned away, from where John sat and had been watching them, towards
the pool and dropped his pants. “Nothing no one doesn’t see at home.”
He handed back the cigarette and pulled off his socks before he walked
to the pool’s edge. There John could make out the man’s form in
silhouette. He could see the man’s shoulders, the shape of his back,
even his buttocks and maybe, there in the darkness was the man’s penis
still covered by thin, white briefs. Should he be seeing the man’s
penis, he asked himself. Was he supposed to look away? What was he
supposed to do?
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The
man had made no action to cover himself. And it was true, Clark had
often walked around the house in his underwear or a towel.
Clark
jumped into the water in a cannonball type dive. He popped up and let
out a loud yell of relief then a sound of irritated pain before he
complained about it not being heated.
“I guess I got used to it,” John said.
Clark swam to the edge and placed his hands there.
“Why don’t you join me?”
John
looked to his mother who motioned for him to get into the pool. He
stood and stretched for a moment before he dropped the towels on the
chair, took a few steps, and jumped. Clark laughed at the sight before
he quickly swam to the young man.
When
John surfaced he was surprised to feel Clark’s hands around his sides
to hook under his arm pits and he knew what was coming so he let out a
playful yell then closed his mouth before he hit the water as Clark had
dunked him sideways into it. He pulled the boy up and did it to him
again on the opposite side. John let out wild laughter as he popped
back up from the water.
For
a moment he could feel Clark’s chest against his back, so much larger
than his own body, hairy too. Clark lifted him from the water and
pushed him away then swam back some distance, stopped, and began to
splash water. John turned on the man and splashed water back in his
direction. It had been a long time since someone had done something
like that and if it had been anyone else John might have been angry
about it but Clark, well Clark could get away with those things.
“If we had more people we could play Marco Polo,” Clark said.
“Yeah, we were playing that earlier. It’s a fun game.”
“Are you a good swimmer? We could race.”
“No, that’s okay,” John said.
“Come on it will be fun. I’ll give you a lead.”
John shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’m not really that good.”
“Do you know how?”
John shook his head.
“No sweat maybe we can do it later. I can show you how.”
John looked to his mother. It was the type of promise he had heard before but it felt more sincere. He nodded.
“But let’s just enjoy the quiet huh?”
John
nodded then watched as the man swam to the far end of the pool with an
easy back stroke. That was the lesson he should have learned, to do the
back stroke. Clark then pushed off from the wall and swam the length
of the pool as John bobbed in the water. Another lesson to be learned.
John looked to his mother who seemed to be equally entertained as if
they were sharing a moment.
They
swam for some time with very little contact between them, each mostly
sticking to their own area of the pool. Clark liked to swim from end to
end while John clung to the wall or else did a few deep dives which he
had taught himself to do. John had forgotten he was swimming in the
same pool as a nearly naked man until it was time to get out. Very
little was said. It was more an unconscious agreement that all the joy
had been drained from the event. His mother retrieved a towel and
carried it to the pool side next to the steps.
By then
John was hanging onto the pool side where Clark was exiting. It wasn’t
on purpose, he thought, but as the man exited he couldn’t help but look
to him, at him. There in the light he could make out his buttocks more
clearly than before and the way the cloth clung at his crotch. His
mother wrapped the towel around the man attempting to conceal him in yet
another form fitting fabric.
They
returned to their rooms shortly afterwards. His mother and Clark
together in one room and John in his own room, “to do things that
fourteen year old boys do and to let parents do the things they want to
do,” Clark had said. John knew it meant that he had privacy to
masturbate and they needed privacy to have sex.
John
showered, put on a pair of underwear then lay face down on his bed.
His body felt surprisingly light, his muscles felt loosely attached to
his body with a slight burn. He thought he would be capable of swimming
more but his brain was tired.
There
in the darkness of his room he heard the slow grunts of his mother and
Clark as they had sex. There was a connecting door between the rooms, a
thin one. He appreciated that they were trying to be quiet, it even
made him smile, but it also made him feel unlucky, even miserable to
hear them and know the sounds for the rest of his life.
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