SPLASH IN THE POOL
Jack Scribe
Part
13, MIKE’S ADJUSTMENT
MIKE
I drove my Acura Sport
Coupe up the base hill into Officer Country. The car had been my father’s guilt
payment. When I needed him 10 years ago, he wasn’t there. Visitations were
infrequent once he remarried. So, instead of a father I could count on, a great
car appeared.
Easing the car into a
space close to the BOQ side door, I was amazed what had occurred today. So
fast. This morning I was doing my weekly reports and tonight was hopelessly in
love…with a sailor. ‘Oh, Ann Landers, get out your reading glasses. Dave, what
have you brought into my life?’ I wondered.
A full summer moon was
like a giant Klieg key spot on a still theater set. Looking across the parking
lot, I stared at the darkened clubhouse and pool area, illuminated only by the
blue silver light bath. Playing back the day brought a smile to a slightly
weary face as I walked into the BOQ.
The perchance encounter
with a stranger. The energy experienced that would herald a special bond. The
physical euphoria of sexual connection.
‘Quiet,’ I thought entering the room. There
were usually muffled sounds coming from the TV or stereo next door. ‘Doug must
be on a date tonight?’ I concluded. Quickly removing my clothes, I went into
the head and mechanically went through the evening routine while thinking of
Dave. Looking at the mirror, I noticed a satisfied expression mixed with a
goofy grin.
Turning out the lights
and easing into bed, I considered this incredible man who had entered my life
13 hours ago. ‘Was I crazy?’ I mulled over. ‘No fucking way. I was experiencing
the thundering rush of being in love...for the first time.’ The beginning of a
friendship and trust between two people that can only grow and deepen. A smile
returned as I drifted away.
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MIKE’S FLASHBACK
Chicago, nicknamed the
“Windy City,” was originally named so because of all the ‘long-winded’
politicians who gathered downtown from all around the city to harvest the
spoils for their constituents and themselves. Double dipping, payoffs, phantom
payrolls…it was all part of doing business in this town a hundred years ago.
Today, the wind that blows off the lake has taken precedence over this tale of
lore. Most people think of the Windy City because of the physical force in the
atmosphere. But the politics are still the same.
My family lived in a comfortable home in Oak Park,
an old, established, middle class suburb 20 miles west of Chicago. The main
fame of the township was the preserved studio of Frank Lloyd Wright and several
residences he designed. My parents, Jack and Martha Cole, had a home that was
more conventional. Built 50 years earlier, the two-story home was frame and
stucco with an attractive front porch that ran along the front of the house.
The youngest of three siblings, I had a small bedroom on the first floor. My
older brother Rick and sister Liz had bedrooms on the second floor, along with
the master bedroom for the folks.
We came into the world two years apart, making me
four years younger than Rick and two years younger than Liz. Other than
occasional tense moments between us, most of the time we were a terrific
support group. I naturally gravitated to Liz because of age. Rick was usually
in the background, more involved with his own friends. While there was a
familial friendliness, I didn’t feel comfortable discussing personal questions
with Rick. And Dad was always away working while Mom was juggling running the
house and selling real estate. I just
figured out sex stuff on my own and with a few close buddies.
By the time Rick was 16, Liz was 14, and I was 12,
it became apparent to all of us that Dad’s frequent time spent away was making
home life more difficult. When Mom found out from the wife of one of his
co-workers that my father had been having an affair with some secretary for the
past two years, she confronted him one evening after we had gone to bed.
Shamelessly, he acknowledged these accusations and
told Mom that he didn’t want to continue this sham of a marriage they were in.
I found this out later. That evening,
Dad took his clothes and left the house.
Fortunately, the house was in her name. Mom had
inherited it from her grandparents. So, there was no mortgage to worry about.
Her commissions from the real estate sales often led her office’s goals. With
foresight, the folks had set up a
college fund for us. And, because Mom handled all the family bills, all of the bank
accounts were in her name.
At breakfast the next morning, she asked all of us
to gather at the table before going to school. After the juice had been poured
and the cereal and milk passed around, Mom said that this was an emergency
family meeting.
“Where’s Dad,” asked Rick. My brother was closest
to Dad. They were both very laid back and smart with a subtle sense of humor.
“Your Dad has left our family, Rick,” Mom
wistfully replied as a tear formed in her eye. “He’s found someone else he
loves and decided our marriage is over.”
We sat in shock. “He’s not coming back?”
questioned Liz, whose eyes were absorbing the scene before her with a feminine
understanding.
“Your Father has moved out. I will be filing for
divorce. This doesn’t mean that he
doesn’t love you. I’m sure he’ll want to talk with you after we figure out a
few things.” She looked down at the table and said, “I know he loves you in his
own way. We’ll figure out a way so you’ll be able to spend time together. But
it’s over between your father and me.”
I piped up in a cracking mid-pubescent voice,
“Does this mean that we’re going to have to move?” We all stared intently at
Mom.
“No, we’re staying here. The house has been in my
family for generations. This is our home!” Martha stated vehemently. Except for
trimming the expenses a bit, I think we’ll do just fine with my real estate
commissions.”
With that said, we hugged her and left for school.
My family was never quite the same after that morning.
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MIKE
Tuesday morning and I was up at the crack of dawn.
I turned on CNN for early morning news. The local news before the “Today” show
was really boring. I mean how many traffic accidents and Elvis sightings can an
adult handle?
After getting pulled together for the day and
nibbling on breakfast with my NY Times and a cup of standard issue coffee at
the BOQ Mess, I walked across the parking lot. I arrived in the club kitchen and repeated my daily routine with the
staff. I
really was concerned about their well being. They made the operation tick. No
news yet concerning the future of the base.
Walking into the office, I saw Marge grinding the
numbers. “Hi Marge. Have we got all the prizes for Bingo tonight?”
“Mike. ’Morning,” she said in an upbeat manner.
“Yes, they are all here. The large 32” TV is really bulky. We had to store it
in the small conference room.”
“OK. I’ll make sure that it is brought out for
display in the lobby today. It’s a great prize.” I went into my office and
turned on the lights. Looking out of the window, I fantasized about the reunion
that would soon occur.
“Mr. Cole,” Marge hastily announced as she entered
the office, Mrs. Clifton is in the lobby and wants to speak with you.” The
‘Mister’ was a buzzword signal that the two of us had established when someone
of rank was within hearing range.
‘Oh, shit. What does the Admiral’s wife want this
early?’ I wondered, as I smartly left my office. Coming into the lobby area, I
greeted her. “Mrs. Clifton, what a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?”
“Mike, save the charm for the younger girls.” She
extended her hand and I gripped it lightly with both of mine. “I was driving
by, and I wanted to know if you had contacted the single men we’re going to
need for the Carnival Court?”
“Consider it done. In addition to Ltjg. Di Marco,
who you know, and me, I’ve rounded up a great group. Dr. Kriendler from the
Dental Clinic, Lt. Bronson at Air Ops, and Ensign Spelling from Public
Relations have confirmed.”
“Excellent, Mike. I’ll tell Louise today of your
progress. I’m off to the city. Thanks, I really appreciate your help.” This
time, she took my one hand into her two. With that, Mrs. Clifton left the Club.
‘Whew. A couple more brownie points,’ I thought,
returning to my office.
The next hour was very routine, checking invoices,
payroll, and reservations. I was amused that I needed to book the entertainment
for New Year’s Eve in June. But I had to lock up a good group. I winced at the
premium price we had to pay. Almost three times the normal fee. I signed the
musician’s union contract and placed it in the out basket. At some point, I’d
have to work with the Chef on a special menu and establish pricing. Marge had
already warned me that the higher-ranking officers always bitched about prices.
Around 0930, I noticed Dave arrive. Conveniently,
at the same time, the gardeners and their supervisor were working on the
grounds. Admittedly, I was a tad bit paranoid about being seen with him too
often, now that a new relationship was being established. Marge was very perceptive.
Grabbing my cup of coffee, I walked out of the
office. “Marge, I’ll be out in the patio area. I see the supervisor of the
gardeners. There are a few problems we need to discuss.” With that I walked
outside. I greeted the gardener team. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dave.
He was grinning at me. I slightly turned, waved and winked before walking over
to the head landscape guy.
“Good morning, Mr. Cole. Everything looking
alright?”
“Morning.” We shook hands and discussed the
general planting schedule. Finished with the general conversation, I said,
“Zeke, just make sure the guys don’t over water.”
“Don’t worry, Sir. With my boss over here for
lunch almost every day, I’ll make sure everything looks ship shape.” We shook
hands again and Zeke returned to his men.
I moved over to my main target.
“Dave, I’ve thought of nothing else but you.” I
made sure that I was out of earshot.
Grinning in an open, loving manner, he said,
“Mike, do you have any idea what effect you have on me?” As we got closer, he
extended his hand. We both experienced a surge of energy greeting each other
with a traditional male grip and shake.
“Fuck, Dave. I want to take you home right now.”
“In your dreams, Sir.” A mega-wattage smile
appeared. “I don’t think the Chief at the BOQ would approve.”
“Short of my attacking you on the pool deck, have
you got any ideas?”
“Yes Sir.
I do need some help. The filter system seems to be acting up,” he said with a
raised eyebrow and a grin.
“Let’s go to the pump room and figure things out.”
With that we casually strolled to the small building behind the pool complex.
To the unknowing eye, it was the Club Manager helping one of his staff.
Entering the locked room and turning on the
lights, this special lifeguard turned to me and whispered, “Do you think you
can fix it?”
“With you around, I can fix anything.” We closed
the door.
I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up face to
face. “Fuck Dave, I’ve wanted to touch you since we said good-bye.” That said,
I moved him closer and flicked kisses over his face before moving in to
tongue-rape his ear.
Pulling back, he asked, “Mike, this is for real?”
“I’ve never experienced anything like this. Yeah,
babe, this is the real thing for me. How about you?”
“It’s incredible. I’ve never felt this much love.
Neve.r”
‘Oh, fuck. He said it. The “L” word. Well, when in
doubt, go with the flow.’ “Dave, I gotta admit that I’ve never been able to say
this before. It’s only been one day, but I am ready to stand on the highest
mountains and say I love you.” There, the egg was hatched.
In a low almost whisper, he replied, “I love you
too. Very much.”
At that point, we embraced each other tightly. Our
lips lightly touched as we feathered our tongues at each other. I felt his hard
cock pressing against mine. We simultaneously pulled our heads together and
locked together as my tongue aggressively entered to duel with his. Both hard
cocks were fighting to be released.
“Unless you want to do it right now on the pump
room deck, we’d better cool it,” Dave breathlessly suggested.
Pulling ourselves apart, I nodded and asked,
“We’re going to get together this weekend?”
“God, yes. We’re going to hunt for an apartment
Friday, aren’t we?”
“Yes. Of course. I started looking in the paper
today. Furnished studios.”
“Mike, after we go hunting for a place Friday
morning, you can drop me off downtown when you have to get back to the base. By
the time you return, I’ll figure out where we can meet for the night.”
“You’ll be OK while I get back to the Club for the
Friday activities? I won’t be able to get back downtown until around 8 pm.”
“Sure. I’ll bring my dop kit and a few changes of
clothes in my gym bag. By then, I’ll have a place for us to stay.”
“OK. By the way, have I told you how much I love
you, Dave?” I pulled me closely to me.
“Not for the last two minutes.” We embraced and ended with a tender final
kiss.
I noticed tears streaming down his face. Licking
his cheeks, I asked, “Babe, is anything wrong?”
“Wrong? No, everything is perfect. These are tears
of happiness. But Mike, let’s get out of here. I’m about to cream in my trunks,
and I’ve just started the work day.”
That said, we straightened up, allowed the tenting
in our crotches to deflate, and returned to the real world.
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The next two days were pretty much the same. I
discretely found some reason to be out in the pool area in the morning. In the
late afternoon, I did my lap swimming. Except for some groping and kissing, we
were very cool about our actions in the locker room.
Thursday evening, Dave gave me a surprise. After
finishing the exercise laps, I was drying off in the locker room as he came up
behind me, grabbing me around the waist, and said, “Are you ready for a little
adventure tomorrow night?” He moved me around so we were facing each other.
I knew we were going to be together off and on
Friday and Saturday. “Adventure?” I asked, bringing my arms around his.
“Yeah, just you and me.” Dave squeezed a little
tighter.
“Where are we going?”
“Tomorrow afternoon, you are going to get a call
from Mr. Davidson. If you’re not in, the message will be to return the call to
Mr. Davidson at a designated phone number.” He started grinding his crotch into
mine.
“Bastard,” I smiled. “You’re not going to tell me
where we’re going, are you?”
“Just play the game. You’ll be rewarded.” What a
shit-eating grin.
We quickly kissed and disengaged. Making sure that we were not being
monitored, I left the locker room first. Returning to the office, I was on a
high that only clandestine lovers can feel.
Early Friday morning, I picked up Dave at the bus
stop and we drove into Memphis. In the car were the marked real estate
classified sections to the Commercial Appeal. I had made five appointments with
various rental agents between 0900 and 1100. Stop number three was the winner.
Dave and I walked up to the second floor and inspected
the small, clean efficiency apartment. Apartment #202. Well, it wouldn’t be
much more than a convenient fuck palace and lovers’ rendezvous. It was
furnished in student Ikea modern, with the queen bed dominating the 600 square
feet in addition to a desk, two easy chairs and a dining table. With a small
kitchenette and bathroom with shower, it was just what we needed. The
University of Memphis was two blocks away. We filled out an application and
paid a deposit and one month’s rent. We could occupy it starting tomorrow. I
told the landlady that I was the restaurant manager in Millington. I gave her
my direct office telephone number for an emergency contact. She didn’t ask any
questions, and I didn’t mention that I was an officer. Sincer we were renting
in the summer, she was probably just happy to have extra revenue.
After dropping Dave downtown, I returned to the
base. Lunch, while a non-event, was very busy. Around 2:00 pm, I returned to
the office. Of the five messages, one read, “Mr. Davidson called. Please return
his call at 529-4000, extension 1429.”
I dialed the number. It was answered, “Good
afternoon, the Peabody Hotel. How may I direct your call?”
“Room 1429, please.”
After two rings, the phone was answered with a
voice I recognized. “Hi, babe,” I replied.
“Hi. You know I’m going to fuck you silly in six
hours,” came this sultry, husky statement through my handset. “Meet me at our
hotel suite.”
“I’m ready.” With that, the line went dead and I
hung up. ‘Getting fucked? Now that was an adventure I hadn’t considered,’
daydreaming for a few moments as I imagined what was going to happen this
evening. Dave and I hadn’t really discussed the “top” and “bottom” roles. I had
the feeling that this weekend would expose me to new experiences. ‘I hope Dave
knows how to handle that dick of his,’ I concluded.
And he mentioned a suite? Dave was a man of more
substance than I first realized. Beneath the handsome, boy next door “aw
shucks” appearance was a man sophisticated beyond his almost 21 years. After
the phone call, I was ready for Happy Hour to get underway and more.
The opening bartender arrived, and I reviewed his
extra provisions for the evening. We always broke out additional glassware,
beer pitchers, dice, and dice cups. I also had an arrangement with the Navy
Exchange to send over a couple of hundred pounds of ice to get the late
afternoon going every Friday.
At 1630 the kitchen staff set out the weekly
freeola buffet of chicken wings, nachos, spicy meatballs, platters of cheeses,
crudités, and salsa with tortilla chips for dipping. By 1730 the bar was
crowded with around 100 officers of all ranks wolfing down the food and sucking
up the drinks. At 50 cents for a draft and $1.00 for well mixed drinks, this
was a very popular hangout on Fridays.
Because several senior officers used this time as
a weekly after-work wind down for their junior staff, I was constantly roving
throughout the large bar and lounge greeting the men and making sure service
was flowing. By the end of Happy Hour at 1900, the food had been replaced three
times. I budgeted $500 per week for food and made sure that we didn’t run out
for this crowd.
Seeing all was well, I split to the BOQ and changed
into civvies. I had pre-packed my stuff for a fast getaway. At 1915, I was
on the road for my “adventure” with this gorgeous guy. Gorgeous, bright, charming,
sexy Dave. I was definitely falling head over heels in love. This was not
a lustful encounter.