The morning after that night with Bob and Nancy my Mom acted like nothing new had happened. Just to catch you up if you haven't been following along, I recently turned 18, and started modeling for a gay stroke magazine and last night had watched my Mom having sex with an older couple. My life was changing so fast it was hard to keep it all straight.
I cooked us breakfast. It was Mom's day off so I brought it to her in bed. She was moaning and had a huge headache. I guess they drank a lot more wine after I went to bed. Maybe she didn't remember anything?
It was frustrating really. I felt like something big was building in my life and with my relationship with my Mom and it all revolved around sex. Yet I was still a virgin, still not really clear about my sexual orientation at all. I found women fascinatingly beautiful, I found men, particularly older hairy men enticing as well. I masturbated frequently to ideas of both men and women but not knowing was frustrating. I was for the first time in my life developing a little bit of teenage angst. Life for me had always been so simple.
Later that morning when Mom was feeling a little better, her cell phone rang. She asked me to answer it and when I picked it up I saw it was Stanley.
"Golden Boy! How are you?"
"I'm OK." I replied.
"Did you get the magazines the publication sent over yet?"
"Yeah"
"Just 'yeah', boy you made the cover!"
"It was pretty cool" I said breaking a smile.
"Well plenty more to come," he continued, "can I talk to your Mom?"
"Sure" I said bringing her the phone.
I sat on the bed listening. She looked at me.
Some talking then "Uh huh"
Some more talking "Yes I see... oh my, really?"
More talking, "That actually sounds great, when?"
"Oh wow that soon?"
"OK we'll make it work, see you then." And then she hung up the phone.
"What was all that about?" I asked.
"They want you for another shoot... In California!"
"California, really?"
"Yes, all expenses paid for both of us!"
"Wow, when?"
"Next weekend!" she practically screamed it in her enthusiasm and tackled me in a huge hug. We were both laughing so hard with our excitement. Neither of us had ever traveled before outside of our shitty little fly over state. California! Wow.
OK. so honestly I could go on and on about the airplane ride. It was really so exciting for both me and my Mom, but I also realize that traveling is a common experience for so many people that dwelling on it would be boring to read. Seriously though, I LOVE traveling. It was so much fun!
Los Angeles was a little confusing and scary. There were so many people, so many cars. We took a shuttle to our hotel and the whole ride over Mom and I just gawked at the enormity of it. I mean it wasn't towering buildings like New York is supposed to be or anything; it just seemed to go on forever. The traffic was awful.
By the time we made it to the hotel we were both too physically and emotionally exhausted to go out and do much. The grandeur of the hotel the magazine had put us up in was more than enough to over stimulate our senses. When we got to our room we both collapsed on the huge king sized bed. The room was bigger than our whole apartment back home, but only had one large bed in it. That was OK though because the bed was big enough for ten people to sleep in comfortably.
After we relaxed for a few minutes my Mom got up and began exploring the room more.
"Oh my god!" Mom exclaimed, "You have to see this bathroom!"
I got up and followed her in. It was bigger than my bedroom at home.
"You need to take a shower." My Mom said out of the blue, "Strip"
"Mom"
"Seriously," she prodded, "We've been traveling all day and you have a shoot tomorrow, you need to be ready, now strip."
