Enlightenment Lane: Trip #2
On my second trip down Enlightenment Lane, I discovered open mindedness is not for the weak of stomach.
Despite family, I held a special relationship with one male relative during my elementary years. For the sake of this beautiful man and his family today, my relationship to him will remain unspoken, and all names are fictitious.
Exploring. Yep, that’s what we two embraced every time we were thrown together, every chance we got. From following muskrats down the near by creek, to nearly setting the neighbor’s horse pasture ablaze when we decided with all twelve years of wisdom that an old tire would work just fine to contain our light-the-match-box-on-fire-all-at-once experiment, there was never a dull moment.
On one such excursion, we cased the shoulders and grassy banks of the town’s bypass. What we searched for, we hadn’t a clue, but what we found opened our eyes and our pants…
“What’re you lookin’ at up there?” I knew it had to be interesting if Cole stopped. He never slowed down, not even his mouth. Yet, at that moment, he neither moved nor replied his attention transfixed on something in his hands. Scrambling up the incline, I noticed the object of his ignorance appeared to be a magazine.
Some magazine! I’d never seen an adult male fully naked, or fully hard for that matter. I think I joined in his awe at that point, amazed to discover a mutilated stack of similar magazines at his feet. “Help me!” I snatched the book from his hands instructing him to help sort through and find the good ones before someone caught us. We scavenged five that weren’t too weathered and scurried off to our favorite hideout in the woods.
Pages turned slower as the minutes passed. “Whoa! Back up.”
Cole flipped to the previous page. We cocked our heads trying to take in the gist of the depicted scene…Red knows how he likes his cock and Kev aims to please…
“Damn, think they’re really doin’ that?” Cole asked.
I further read the picture book…pointing to Red’s chin. “Yep.”
Cole’s nose still glued to the pages, he flashed me his sinister stare, quickly accompanied by a smirk.
“Oh, hell no! Find someone else for that one, dude!” I backed away and soon found myself sprinting for the safety of my house, courtesy his earnest pursuit.
Halfway home, we bumped into one of my neighborhood friends. Bent at the waist, I struggled to catch my breath while Cole caught up. “Hey, Eugene…” he said, trying to hide the magazines behind his back. Of course, he hadn’t dropped a one of them.
“Cole.” Eugene eyed him funny. “Whatcha got?”
Cole looked at me, and I said, “Just show him.” Three words I would live to regret later. Cole did as told, and soon he and Eugene were wandering off. “Where ya goin’?” I asked. They paused, and Eugene bent to whisper.
“Alright!” Cole turned to me. “Come on, he wants to show me somethin’. He says you can come too.” I hurried after them.
Eugene told me to watch TV for a while. He and Cole needed to talk in private, fine with me. I think there was a Star Trek rerun on at the time. Never seen or heard his parents once, must’ve been checking out yard sales or playing pinochle at their friends across town.
Cole wandered into the front room about half an hour later, more than a little dazed looking. “You know I’m tellin’ if you’re smokin’ pot again.” I said.
“Just shut up. I didn’t do that!”
I stood, took his chin in my hand, and inspected his eyes. “Well, you been doin’ somethin’. I can tell.”
He grinned, waiting for me to inquire, which I did. “You should’ve been in there…we jacked each other off…” he said.
“What!”
“Man, it was great!” He grabbed my shoulders, guess he thought I was going to bolt again. Being the influential party, the oldest child in my family at the time, the one solely responsible for my visiting relative and his actions, I had to play the part. “You should’ve seen it…I never shot so hard in my life…my load hit the ceilin’! Swear to God!”
Damn, I missed it… That could’ve been interesting, not Cole, but Eugene? Oh yeah, that would’ve been worth it, just to watch.
“Hey, Cole!” Eugene yelled from his room. “Tell Bryl to come here for a sec!”
“What’s he want?” I asked, as Cole began pushing me toward the hall.
“Just go, he ain’t gonna bite or nothin’.”
“You’re comin’ with me,” I said grabbing his elbow. Perched on the edge of the bed, Eugene smirked. “What?” I asked, holding Cole’s arm like a vice.
Eugene glanced at my white-knuckled grip. “Go watch TV for a while, Cole.” I backed up as Cole pried out of my hold. But, taller and faster, Eugene clutched my wrist, closed the door, and led me to the bed. Maybe he thought fear is why my body shook so violently, because he said, “I’m not gonna hurt ya, just wanna show ya somethin’.”
After my literary session in the woods, and then being privy to Cole’s account of what’d transpired in this room minutes earlier, I was well aware of why my body trembled. What I didn’t know was how I would react, but Eugene’s actions – one hand turning pages, while the other loosening his pants – answered that question, and with no uncertainty, I dropped to my knees…
No, I’ve never regretted my first experience at mimicking the men in those magazines. It was the aftermath. Cole happened to walk in at the least opportune moment…well, maybe not for him. Of course, his big mouth contributed to my pseudo-popularity. While I thought my life, busy before that day, my tasks only multiplied whenever Cole came to visit. For each time, he’d show up with a one of his friends in tow. “Hey, Bryl…This is…”
Months passed, and I realized that not a one of them “knew” me if we happened to pass on a busy downtown sidewalk, nor did any of them ever call, or stop by, but for one reason.
Cole hadn’t shown up for about a month when he phoned, saying his mom had discovered our pastime, but finally being ungrounded, was coming over later that day. Some young teen in tow that I’d never laid eyes on, Cole strolled up the walk and started to speak-
“Save it,” I said, holding my hand like a cop directing traffic through a busy intersection. “Introductions are a waste of time.”
Disclaimer: Any names used in this series are purely fictional to protect the privacy of all involved.
