Case study #18
The knock was barely perceptible at the door, but they were 5 minutes early. So she knew they were eager to share the truth. Eager but also scared to have it all out there.
The young man came in first. He wore a loose white cotton t-shirt over subtly muscular arms. He was lithe but with what looked like a hidden strength. His hair was purposely scruffy and thick. His eyes were hauntingly beautiful.
The man that followed was much older, wasn’t much to look at but had this magnetic quality none the less. Completely unmistakable magnetism that caught you off guard a bit if you let it. He walked in confidently yet calm and smooth, in a very quiet nature. He reached out his hand. She was glad. That meant he felt comfortable.
He gave his name, which she already knew. Clayton. She liked it. It suited him. He didn’t seem to care for it too much, it seemed, so she didn’t mention her liking it. She motioned for them to sit comfortably on the big pink couch (that secretly turned into a bed). She offered them drinks. Billy was eager to talk and was being very chatty. Nervous she could tell and not able to hide it at all (not atypical she thought).
Once they had gone through the initial jibber-jabber of getting drinks and settled and relaxed she went right into it.
“So you still have sex together?” She asked very calm yet a bit sternly in a loving motherly way.
“Yes”, Clayton quickly replied with no shame in his voice; setting the tone of honesty and forthrightness. She sighed deeply inside and smiled. She knew this was going to go well. They didn’t all, but she knew if it started this way that it would.
“Billy, how old where you when your uncle first started sexualizing you or rather when he first started grooming you?”
Billy swallowed hard. He was still so young, maybe 19. She had met him while he was turning tricks inside the sex club a few weekends back and hit it off immediately. He had kind eyes that spoke of a pain she knew. They became instant friends. When she told him about her studies he only shyly grinned. She knew it would take very little prompting to get him there. The tricky part was going to be asking where the “predator” was and if they were still around.
She hoped she could maybe help them and also gather more information to work on a few hypothesis she was formulating. Mostly she wanted to help Billy, she still wasn’t sure how she could help men like Clayton, there seemed to be too many variables involved and she only had a solution for one or two such possible situations. She had a few test subjects behind her but she needed so many more.
5 hours and deep into a bottle of wine the boys shared and a joint they all passed around they decided to take out the bed and get more comfortable. Everyone’s joints were achy.
Marzysia or as they called her “Mars” stayed in her many layers as the boys stripped down a bit. She purposely kept the room warm but with the ceiling fan on as needed. Sometimes like now she opened the windows a bit to let in a cooler breeze.
They had started talking about sexscapades and Mars asked them pointedly if they wanted to fuck each other and could she watch and maybe take notes. Billy had a look of complete shock on his face, which for a male hooker seemed funny to her. She chuckled a little inside, but she understood what she was asking for and maintained her seriousness. Clayton said yes and seemed to almost be gloating a bit, like someone was finally going to witness it.
The worst part for her was that she needed to have the excuse of taking notes to not be tempted to participate herself. She needed that separation so she actually could take the necessary notes and not be distracted by her own desires.
More often than not after these sessions she would be drawn to masturbate to the images in her head. The memories of what she had seen. And she knew tonight would be no exception. She had always enjoyed gay porn and if you took out the connection it wasn’t odd at all. But there was that and she wasn’t sure if it added something or not. She was still working through this as she did it. This was all completely new to her as well.
She could clearly sense the connection between them; one she was all too familiar with. One she herself had broken decades before.
She made quick notes and was even getting pretty good at sketching. They looked like court room sketches but she highlighted things that caught her eyes. Things worth mentioning in her paperwork. Things that seemed interesting and maybe of some significance.
to be continued)
(Inspired by Brad who said we should start writing taboo porn. I told him only women tend to read porn and I didn’t think there was a market for this sort of thing. Plus this sort of thing seems a slippery slope. Although I knew a gay porn professional writer once. He made a decent living.)