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Flight to Syracuse
by Carl Holiday
2 – Detour
There is nothing
up in a bed with someone else holding you close to them which was what
was doing when my last dream changed into a desperate need to empty my
Except, he was holding me like a kid holds his teddy bear and when I
extricate myself he held on tighter. I never figured him to be that
then I’d never actually seen him naked or with so much as his shirt
off. I had
no idea what kind of muscles were keeping me in that wonderful embrace,
things were quickly going critical.
I might have had a
hard-on, but it was only a cork in a very shaken bottle of champagne
already taken off the wire. The little Dutch boy might have had his
the dike, but it wasn’t that big of a finger and there was a big ocean
there. My bladder had a job to do and it wasn’t the least interested in
that the rest of the body was now a little boy’s teddy bear.
I did a bit of a
but the vise grip was only tightened. The little boy behind me wasn’t
fair at all. So, I pushed. What else was I supposed to do? I wasn’t
anywhere pulling out of his hold on me. If you can’t get anywhere in
put the damned thing in reverse; and, damn it, gun the silly thing.
Suddenly, I was on
him. I was held just as tight, if not a little tighter, but I was on
I could apply a bit of pressure in the same place where I was having my
difficulty. With any luck, in a few moments, I hoped, my great big
going to wake up from his dream with a pressing need to relieve himself.
The upside of this
immediate relief from my own pressing need. Unexpectedly, all that
was feeling was gone. Oh, I still had to go, but I didn’t have to
so hard on keeping the valve closed. I had a few minutes reprieve. I
actually consider options. I could layout a course of action. I could
something about the little boy who didn’t want to give up his teddy
That was the
downside of my
reckless action. I was no longer a teddy bear. Well, I might still have
teddy bear, but I was a special teddy bear. I was, also, the foam
the hole in the bottom. I was daddy’s special blow-up toy. I was the
sensations supporting an increasingly vigorous wet dream.
It was nice to be
like that. You know, going from love to being loved in that very
special way. I
didn’t know what to do because, quite frankly, I still had an
to leave and dash to the toilet where, hopefully, I’d get a little
And, then, I felt
unmistakable sensation of a cock having a really, really, good time and
a mess of it. I hadn’t wanted our relationship to progress to the
body fluids stage so soon, yet my cloth covered ass—both of us were
our boxers—was getting a bit wet and that wasn’t doing anything good
real need at that moment. Wet was not a sensation I needed at all.
Luckily, David must
progressed a bit in his dream because the arm holding me flew off and
acting like I was a burden he didn’t need. Well, I wasn’t going to wait
to find out what else he had in mind, so I hightailed it to the
Besides, I also needed to do something with that little bit of soap
When I came out of
bathroom after taking care of most of my morning needs, David was still
He looked so damned cute lying there in the bed with a pillow held
close to him
just as I had been not so many minutes earlier. I put on a clean pair
and went over to him. I wanted to snuggle back into his arms, but we
had to get
moving down the road. Yet, I couldn’t just let him waken on his own. A
got to do what guy’s got to do.
I sat down on the
edge of the
bed and then his odor slapped my face. I have never been a fan of the
smell of spent
semen. I know some guys can’t get enough of the stuff and love to
spread it all
over themselves and their lovers, but if you’re not going to catch it
condom or swallow, the stuff needs to be cleaned up or everything will
reeking in no time at all; and, there’s nothing worse than some guy
like a used condom. It’s almost as bad as kissing ashtray, which I
Smokers are a major turn-off.
But, David was so
cute that first
morning, I couldn’t help myself when I leaned over and lightly pressed
“Um,” he mumbled
and I pulled
back a little. “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to
“Get up and take a
said. “You stink.”
“I had the most
dream,” he said as he began to get up. Then he felt himself and looked
something a little more mutual, but you seemed to be having fun, so who
am I to
ruin your dream.”
“Oh, no, I wasn’t
onto to you? Was I?”
“Do you have a
habit of doing
“Yes, sorry, guess
should’ve told you.”
“Well, now that I
try to be prepared tomorrow morning.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Go, wash, you
He kissed me very
very quick, then ran into the bathroom; except, I wasn’t finished. I
the door and watched him piss, which doesn’t turn me on, but I wanted
After shaking himself off, David pulled off his t-shirt and slipped his
down his slender legs. Like I said before, I’d never seen him naked and
there he was with his back to me. He was beautiful.
We had to get on
but there was this beautiful man standing naked not more than ten feet
What could I do? I was up close in a flash. My hands were all over him.
David slowly turned
my hands carefully, sensuously explored his lightly tanned skin. Being
foot shorter, my lips were right on target when his right nipple came
range and I sucked it into my mouth. That little nubbin of pleasure
against my tongue as my fingers sought out its partner.
I felt fingertips
chin and released the nipple from my lips. Leaning my head back, I
into David’s eyes and his mouth enveloped mine. My tongue was waiting
welcoming him as his hands and fingers began their own exploration of
my body. God,
he felt so good to me, I didn’t know what I was going to do, let alone
going to happen in the next few minutes, but at that moment as our
thrust and parried in their sensuous dance I didn’t want anything other
what was occurring at that moment.
He was hard and
against my abdomen. I had to get out of my boxers, but I couldn’t
anything more than let my own erection out the fly. It fit neatly
thighs and our bodies began to move sensually in our mutual desire to
each other. Our kiss never broke as David’s hands ran up and down my
caressing, kneading, and massaging his need into me. I held him tight
me digging my fingers into those two orbs of muscled flesh I’d seen
I couldn’t stop
if I wanted, and as my orgasm shuddered through my body I thrust
between David’s firm thighs. As I reached up toward the peak of my
felt him explode between us.
Our kiss continued,
as excitedly, yet still full of a need to be one with each other. We’d
each other in high school, even though we weren’t close. Nearly five
been waiting for this moment, but uncertain of his desire for me. Being
doesn’t help your self-esteem when you’re in love with Adonis and David
been my Adonis since ninth grade. I lusted for him and now we were in
other’s arms coming down from an unexpected high. I was in love, more
than I’d ever been.
David broke our
kiss and I
stepped back away from him. His semen dribbled down my chest and
stomach. I ran
my fingers through it and brought them to my mouth, tasting him for the
“I think you need a
David said. He leaned down and kissed me.
“Uh, huh,” I
mumbled as his
lips left mine. “We need to get on the road.”
“Are you always so
“It’s a fault, I
“I was thinking the
There was a small
the corner from our motel where we tried to eat a light breakfast,
kind of hard in a place that prides itself on proffering breakfast fat
carbs. I wasn’t interested in nodding off a hundred miles down the
especially when I had no idea what was a hundred miles away.
We were headed for Syracuse, New York. That was east of us. Somewhere
was Minneapolis and Chicago, and maybe Detroit, but I thought Detroit
was closer to Canada, so I suspected that was out of our line of
We needed a map because in a few miles we were going to be outside my
travel. I’d been to Coeur d’Alene and Wallace, Idaho, once, but further
than that could have been
other side of the world as far as I was concerned.
Where does one buy
a map when
on a trip? Well, gas stations with mini-marts usually have a rack with
state and local maps, but we were heading clear across the country. I
want to have to look for one of those complicated Japanese origami
every time we came to a new state. I suspected we could just stay on
wasn’t certain enough to venture off into the great unknown without
where our current path might take us.
When we left the
wasn’t more than a few blocks until we were on the interstate. A few
more than enough time for everything to go to hell, which was almost
happened. In the parking lot of the next motel, David saw his father’s
Either they were following us, or they suspected we were heading this
hoped to intercept us somewhere down the road, wherever somewhere was.
“Oh, god, what are
to do?” David asked.
“Head south, they
expect that,” I said.
“What’s south of
asked. He was clearly worried. Well, with a father like his, I was
too. I’d been thrown up against a wall by that man. He was dangerous.
“Yeah, this is
there has to be an Interstate 80, right?”
“I suppose so.”
“Do you have a
We headed south, or
west. I wasn’t certain which way, exactly, but had a feeling we needed
west a bit before going south. Whichever way it was, I knew we needed a
US highway because the next interstate was way
Ellensburg and that was almost to Seattle. I couldn’t quite remember
where that one
south to Yakima, but I’d never been there. We needed a map
to lead us
to Interstate 80, which was my only certainty at that moment. A state
might go towards the next interstate, but a US highway most definitely
would get there once
crossed into the next state, which was Oregon, I thought. I didn’t have
part of Washington, so I didn’t exactly know what was due
south. For all
I knew about geography, Idaho
could be down that way too; or, maybe it was Nevada, but that seemed a
little further down by California someplace. What we needed was a map.
A couple exits down
highway I saw just what we needed, a truck stop. They were certain to
and quite possibly the map we needed.
asked as I took the exit.
“Finding out where
going,” I said.
“You’re going to New York. Big state east of here.”
“How do you get
“Get on a train,
change in Chicago.”
“Is this a train?”
“No, of course
said. I looked over at him when I came to the stop sign at the end of
He looked worried.
“So, do you know
how this car
is getting to New York?” I asked
as I turned left over the freeway.
“Any ideas on how
figure how to get there?”
“Use a map.
I pulled into the
and ran inside. I’d never been in a truck stop before so I didn’t know
expect. Never in my short life could I imagine what was in there. It
shocking I almost ran out to get David, but his father was too close
for me to
There were all
these men with
unmanageable guts hanging over their belts. There were men who looked
been living on the streets for the past five years instead of driving a
around America. For the most part, they all seemed clean
decent—not in a big brother who left home ten years ago and hasn’t been
heard from in nine years or that strange uncle who shows up on
gets in a fight with your dad—no, these men were loners, in the
sense. You could see it in their eyes. Stopping at a truck stop for
kind of like going to an amusement park.
I went into the
found a whole rack of atlases, big print, laminated, cheap, and all of
the truck routes colored in, which if you’re driving a little car might
of good, at least you’d know where not to drive. I picked out the one I
would get us to Syracuse and paid for it at the counter.
an obese lump of testosterone asked as I turned to leave. He was dirty
smelled of too many days with only himself as company.
“I don’t know,
that’s why I
bought a map,” I said sidling past him out into the foyer. He started
and then another one joined in. Then a massive paw grabbed my shoulder.
goin’ so fast?” the hairy mass of flesh on the other end asked.
I ducked away and
the door. They were all laughing, even some of the clerks. I’d have
too, but I was too scared.
David was in the
seat, so I got in on the other side. He was backing out practically
had the door closed.
“In a hurry?” I
“As a matter of
David said. “Which way?”
“Get back on the
way we were going,” I said. I opened the atlas and started looking for
Washington. There were a lot of state and city maps so
it was going
to take awhile to find the map for where we were, let alone where we
going. On the plus side, I didn’t have to worry about which way to fold
paper when I was finished as the maps didn’t unfold into a piece of
size of Los
“Well, any ideas?”
“Give me a moment
to find the
state we’re in,” I said.
“We’re in Washington.”
“I know that!”
“It comes after Virginia, I think.”
“And that would be?”
“In the back, they
in alphabetical order. You know ay, bee, cee, dee.”
“I know my ABCs.
Wow, do you
know our state is big?”
“Not as big as California. Where are we going?”
“Syracuse, New York, you said.”
“I know that. Where
“As far from your
we can get.”
“Oh, yeah, my
Okay, I admit I
know next to
nothing about this great country of ours. I barely know anything about
state where I live. There are just some things you never figure on
know. If you want to go to Las Vegas,
you get on an airplane and it takes you there. Why worry about where it
It’s not like I was ever going to drive there, but suddenly I was
into the great unknown in slightly better shape than Lewis and Clark,
I had a map.
“Do you have any
David asked. He sounded perturbed, well I would be if I was driving and
didn’t have a clue.
“Yeah, uh, take
exit 220 onto
US-395,” I said. “It’ll take us to Interstate 82.”
“Which goes where?”
“And, we want to go
to Oregon because?”
between us and
Interstate 80?” I offered. I didn’t know, Oregon was on a different
page, but it sounded
So I started
but when I got to Wyoming, then Canada, I figured Oregon must be in the
other direction. Not everyone
Albert Einstein. I was surprised there weren’t that many states between
Washington and Oregon, of course it took quite a few pages to get
through Texas, but Texas is a big state. By the look of it, I was
weren’t going that way. It’d probably take days to get across it and we
I had a test on
it was Sunday. I figured we’d get to Syracuse by Tuesday morning, noon
at the latest. Then I could be back to Fort Okanogan by early Thursday
morning. It couldn’t be
that far to
New York? It didn’t take anytime to fly there and
knows most flight time is spent getting up to altitude and descending
other end. We weren’t going up. We were going across.
Oregon is a big state, too, but we were only going
through the northeast corner. I didn’t see Interstate 80, but
Interstate 82 led
to Interstate 84, which headed east to Idaho and east was the direction
wanted to go. There
were only a couple inches of highway, so I figured it wouldn’t take us
than an hour to get to Idaho,
which is an “eye” state like Illinois and Indiana, so it must have been
back toward the front
of the atlas.
Well, it certainly wasn’t in the other direction.
Idaho was way back, almost to the front. Luckily
for us, Idaho is a small state. Well, it’s long north to
broader at the bottom where we were going to cross, but it didn’t look
far to Utah, which I’d passed early when I left Washington. This was
going to be a snap because Utah is smaller than Idaho, or at least the
part where we crossing;
Interstate 80 was in Utah, too.
“Have you got
out?” David asked. “Or, do we have to switch places so I can navigate?”
“No, we’re cool,” I
was proud of myself. We were booking down the road and would be in
Syracuse in no time at all. “Just take exit 220 and
US-395 to Interstate 82. Then you follow that down to Oregon where we
catch Interstate 84 and on east to Syracuse. We’ll be there tomorrow
night, or Tuesday
“Are you sure about
I didn’t like the
tone of his
voice. It was just like my father’s when I’d be out in the workshop
PC and he’d come in and see all those parts spread out all over the
“Are you sure you
know how to
put that together?” Dad always asked when everything was spread out and
looked confusing if you didn’t know I did that for a reason.
Well, building a PC
scratch isn’t all that hard. It’s not like I didn’t have instructions;
atlas was basically an instruction book on how to go from Washington to
New York. You just followed the Interstates until you
your destination. What could be difficult about that?
“Did you find Syracuse, yet?” David asked.
“No, but we don’t
until sometime tonight.”
“You’re planning on
straight through? You know, I’d like to stop somewhere and sleep.”
“Okay, we’ll sleep
in Chicago. It can’t be that far, can it?”
“Well, it takes
three days by
train to get to Chicago.”
“It does?” I asked.
two nights and I had to be back for the test on Thursday. I was looking
map of Wyoming. There weren’t a lot of cities in Wyoming, but luckily
for us most of them were spread
“Yeah, it takes
whole day to get across Montana,”
“No, I’ve been on
lots of times. Remember, I don’t fly.”
“Well, it shouldn’t
that long because we’re not going across Montana.”
“Are you sure?
Isn’t there a
map of the United States
in that book?”
I’d seen maps for
but not one with all of the states on one map. Was that possible? Texas
was on like four pages. I started thumbing
the book trying to find the pages for the country. I found Canada
towards the end and Mexico just before the index, so that meant our
be toward the front. Well, it sounded logical at the time. What’s
strange is I
always thought Mexico was a big country, but the map only took up
one page. If we were going
that way, it looked like we could get across it in a couple hours. I
of sorry we weren’t.
There was a lot of
information in the front. Weigh stations, low clearances, restricted
and a lot of other information we certainly didn’t need to know. Then I
the United States
spread across two pages. Our country isn’t that big at all, after all
Texas took up four pages so obviously the whole
wasn’t that much bigger.
I began searching
didn’t take anytime at all since it’s up in the
northeast corner. Syracuse was another story, though. I went back to
it wasn’t a page, it was three pages.
“Where’s Syracuse?” I asked. “Is it close to something big?”
“Syracuse is big and it’s between Buffalo and Albany,” David said. It
had started to snow, again,
David had slowed down considerably. “Why don’t you look in the index?
give you the page number and coordinates. Don’t you know how to read a
“Well, not one like
said as I thumbed at the back of the book. There were pages and pages
and towns listed in columns, so I started looking for Syracuse. I
couldn’t quite figure out how they were
because the lists started over all the time, but figured the “esses”
towards the end of the book, so I went back there to look. It took a
I finally found it, noted the page number and coordinates, and turned
“Hey, Syracuse is in Utah,” I said. “I thought you said we’re going to
“It is. What are
you doing in
Utah? Look under New York. Do I have to stop and do it myself?”
“No, I can do it,”
I said as
I went back to the index. There had to be some indication of the
states, but it
did take a while for me to finally figure it out. It was so simple, I
a fool for not noticing it at first, but I was so intent on finding
Syracuse that I didn’t notice why the lists of cities
towns kept starting over. They started over because they were divided
It was so simple and logical, but I completely ignored the states.
Needless to say, I
found Syracuse, New York, without further delay. It was right there
in the central
part of New
York State, and it was big, or it looked big on the
map. I went
to the map of the United States and pinpointed our destination. The
I saw was this trip might take us a little longer than I expected.
possibly a chance I wasn’t going to get back for the test on Thursday.
“Well?” David asked.
I looked at him and
just like I smiled when I turned on the first PC I built and all the
boards were fried; or, when I was starting to learn to drive and my
stopped teaching me because I could never figure out those little
the dashboard. My mother had to take me out because she was the only
was patient enough to put up with me always saying, “Oops! I had it in
“Remind me to call
Chambers tomorrow,” I said.
“This might take a
longer than I thought.”
“We can go back.”
“No, I said I’d
take you to Syracuse and I’ll do it.”
I took over driving
small truck stop after we merged onto I-84 in Oregon. We weren’t making
good time as far as I was
concerned or the real world was a whole lot bigger than what was shown
map. Of course, we couldn’t drive all that fast with it snowing and all
other cars and trucks going slow. We were in a hurry, but everyone else
to think the speed limit signs gave the maximum speed you were supposed
when I know for certain those signs only give you the suggested minimum
anyway that’s what I was always told by my father who commonly drove at
fifteen to twenty miles per hour over the posted limit.
When we broke over
the top of
the hill above Pendleton, Oregon, David looked over at me and smiled.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m hungry,” he
stop for lunch.”
“I don’t care, you
“I’ve never been
can I pick a place?”
you pick a
place,” David said. “When I’m driving, I’ll pick a place.”
“Sounds like a deal
I took the first
headed into town looking for something quick and easy, but not a dump
Since it was lunch time, I was a little surprised the first burger
came to didn’t have a full parking lot. There were some cars, but not a
The sign over the flat roofed, one story building was partially covered
sheet of plastic and an “Under New Management” banner was strung across
front, but there was more banner than building so the banner actually
“Under New Mana.” I was more hungry than picky. When I parked the car,
looked at me like he was pickier than me.
“Here?” He asked.
“The place over
“Come on, we can’t
day looking for the perfect lunch in this town.”
Inside, there was
concrete floor, wood paneling with numerous athletic posters from the
high school, and wooden picnic tables with bench seats with two Sikhs
on opposite sides and ends of each table. None of the twelve men were
but all had a white ceramic mug of something in front of them. They
orderly arranged it made my stomach turn. We turned to the order window
warm smile met us.
“Yes? May I help
asked with a lilting sub-continental voice.
fries, and a
large Coke,” I said.
“And, you?” She
looking at David.
“The same,” he said.
I turned around
might sit, but since all the tables were full I walked back toward the
room thinking I might want to wash my hands. David followed. A bare
from the ceiling brightening graffiti covered white walls. A dirty sink
cracked mirror was just inside the door. Next to it a filthy urinal had
dripping from the valve. The door to the metal walled stall was closed
agonized groans followed by loud farts made me look at David. He’d
turned to leave. I followed.
All the tables were
I suddenly felt like we were in our own episode of the The Twilight
I looked out the front door and there was only one other car besides
David went over to the jukebox, but it looked like it hadn’t been used
long, long time. I went up to him and saw that all the songs were
western, but all the artists were from another era.
“This place is
“You noticed, too?”
“Yeah. For your
sake, I hope
my burger is good.”
“What are you going
to do if
“Puke all over your
“That wouldn’t be
“Then let’s hope
A soft ding from
window broke our conversation. I looked over and the smile was back.
two brown paper sacks on the counter with two tall paper cups. We paid
food and David headed for the car.
“Hey, aren’t you
going to eat
in here?” I called after him.
I couldn’t really
The musty smell of too many sweaty teens who’d popularized this place
gone by was a bit much and there was a soft, squishy odor coming from
direction of the toilets. It certainly wasn’t a place to take a date
new owners didn’t seem too enthused about freshening up the place. I’d
my car before and could do it again.
The food wasn’t
that bad. The
fries were a little too salty and had that subtle oniony, fishy taste
used for other foods. There weren’t any bugs crawling in the lettuce or
in the tomato slices. The burgers were a bit on the cheap, fat side,
new owners were probably trying to maximize profit without antagonizing
clientele, too much. We certainly weren’t going to go back, so it
After tossing my
can by the front door, I pulled back out onto the street and followed
signs back to the interstate. As we were passing a gas station, David
“My other brother
David said. “He’s meaner than Jimmy. What are we going to do? I think
“We have to get
back on the
freeway,” I said.
“No, he’ll do
catch us. We have to go a different way. Just follow this street. Is he
I looked in the
mirror and saw a large lump of testosterone get into a big, black
After going under the interstate, I took the first left then ducked
cemetery. I ran up the hill and got behind a stand of pines around a
mausoleum where I parked. I got out and went to the corner of the
where I could look back toward the interstate. A black Escalade turned
onramp and headed east, going fast.
“We can’t go that
said behind me and nearly making me crap my pants.
“Don’t sneak up on
that,” I said. “So, how do we get to Syracuse from here?”
“I looked at the
map, we can
go south on 395. Then cut east when we get to Reno.”
We stopped for the
night in Lakeview, Oregon, mostly because David wasn’t certain we’d
anything between there and Nevada.
Since I’d never been this way, who was I to argue. By the number of
pickups and SUVs, I figured we were still among farmers and cowboys.
conservative, Christian folk who’d likely not enjoy knowing their
country town was hosting two gay college boys from that decadent
to the north.
“You’d better flip
switch to straight,” I said as we pulled into the first motel parking
rather fancy place with a lot of Western ambiance.
“Oh, don’t be such
David lisped, waving his limp wrist at me. “You’re just no fun at all.”
pranced up to
and through the door, but inside he turned into Mister Ivy Leaguer and
straight to the counter. Another sub-continental smile awaited us, but
didn’t seem as dense as the one in Pendleton.
“We need a room for
night,” David said without a hint of inflection.
“All we have is a
suite on the second floor,” Miss Motel Clerk said in a voice full of
but totally lacking any hint of sub-continental influence. Obviously,
David’s beautiful performance and was trying to sound more educated
“All your guests
out for the
evening?” David asked. “Your parking lot seems kind of empty.”
“The room is a
fifty-two per night, it has a whirlpool bath.”
“Well, we don’t
than a shower, but we do need a room. Donny?”
“Do you think a
fifty-two is too expensive?”
“No, I’m sure
“There’s no view,”
said. She seemed a bit flustered she hadn’t scared us off with the
“Well, I guess
we’ll have to
take it,” David said, throwing down his Platinum VISA. “Do you know of
Mexican restaurant in town?”
“No,” the clerk
“There’ll be a two hundred dollar deposit on the room.”
“Oh? And why is
Her empty look said
hadn’t expected the question. She didn’t want us to stay at her
couldn’t come up with a logical reason to make us leave. The deposit
definitely bogus, but I didn’t know David all that well.
right?” David asked. “Make sure you get the one fifty-two for the room
and the two hundred deposit.
will need to know that if they come to Lakeview.”
“David! You know
supposed to say we’re travel writers,” I said, playing along. “You know
happened in Pendleton last night.”
“Well, are you
“I have my recorder
said. “Miss? It is okay if I record this conversation, right? I
want to misquote you to the hundreds of thousands of people who read
“Is there a problem
voice asked as it preceded a potbellied, balding man out of the
was smiling much like an executioner smiles when he discovers his next
has traced a charcoal line across the neck where the ax should fall.
“No, we were just
confirm the one hundred fifty-two rate for our room, plus the two
dollar deposit,” David said. He was smiling, too.
“Here? We don’t
have any room
at that price,” the man said. “Where’d you get that idea?”
“She said it,”
pointing to the clerk who was trying to disappear into the woodwork,
unfortunately her complexion and attire was of no help and she stood
out like a
daughter who didn’t want to work at daddy’s business. Wrath would
it would wait until our departure. David got us a nice room on the
We had to accept a king size bed. Someone was going to be the teddy
And, there was a
family oriented Mexican restaurant across the highway that had a chili
worth driving hundreds of miles to eat. At least I thought so. When
ordered a cheese enchilada I knew right then he needed a little
eating Mexican food.
Later that night,
after we’d taken
care of our necessaries in the bathroom, we were lying close to each
the bed. We hadn’t so much as kissed since our little escapade in the
I think we were waiting for the other person to take the lead and
offending each other by doing so. It was rather pathetic as far as I
Yet, there was something I needed to know before we got too far down
“Why are we running
father and brothers?” I asked. I turned on my side and placed my hand
“You know how my
about gays,” he said, turning on his side to face me. The light was out
couldn’t see him, but we were close enough to get closer.
“Yeah, but what’s
that got to
do with you?”
“He said, in his
coming over there and beat the homosexuality out of you and if you die
well that’s God’s problem, not mine. No son of mine is going to be a
“Yeah, and Jimmy
probably have instructions to the same, but they might just string me
Dad gets there to do what he will. They’d probably just kill you to get
of the way.”
“Yeah, they’re not
“So, how did you
turn out so
sweet and sexy?”
“I take after my
“Is she nice?”
“You’ll like her
family. Her youngest brother, my Uncle Benny, is only two years old
“No, there’re lots
and Momma’s the oldest. Benny’s gay, too. I’ll probably live with him
doesn’t have someone already.”
“Well, I thought
we could, you know, maybe, well you said you were interested in me.”
“But, you have to
go back to Fort Okanogan.”
“I don’t have to
you know, I had a reason not to.”
“Well, maybe I can
think of a
reason,” David said, pulling me toward him. In the darkness, he was a
flustered when he kissed the bridge of my nose, but his lips quickly
after a big
meal and a day’s worth of driving, I was totally exhausted and fell
while we were kissing. I dropped right off. We weren’t any closer to
Syracuse and maybe a little bit further away, but I
had a man
to hold me, comfort me, and quite possibly offer me a future.