42: Family

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42:  Family


Lee Clarke, July 5th, 1950, San Francisco


10:13 am

Kelly leans back against the door. It's a basic wooden door in the back alley between two tall buildings. Five stories or more.

I've never seen buildings like this. Never. Crescent City can't compare. And Alturas? No.

Kelly's waiting patiently for me. Waiting to show him I'm ready for him to open the door.

When I left my family I knew my life would be different. It really is.

In the last twenty four hours I've had a lot of new firsts.

My first time driving south of my hometown. To get to and from reform school, my blank faced police escort drove north in a loop into Oregon and then down to Modoc County.

My first time on a long car trip with Kelly, the boy I love. Longer, because we stopped a few times. To piss off the side of the road. To stop at a roadside stand in Willits to buy a homemade apple pie. We found a back road and a shady spot under a huge oak tree, using our fingers to scoop pie from the tin, feeding each other, before tossing the rest, and kissing heavily in the backseat, sweet and sticky and exciting, lazily grinding into each other, the taste of apples on our tongues.

My first time seeing the vast San Francisco Bay and crossing the Golden Gate Bridge.

My first time in a big city, the skyscrapers and overwhelming number of people, more than a little intimidating.

My first time staying in a hotel. Kelly said he'd walked past it a few times in his life, and always wondered what it was like inside.

Instead of meeting his mother the day we arrived, we parked and apprehensively entered the lobby. We might not be the normal looking clientele of the Fairmont, the most exclusive and expensive hotel in maybe all of the West Coast. But I suppose our money is as good as anyone's, because we paid fifteen dollars in cash for one night. They'd recently undergone some kind of renovation and everything gleamed brass, gold and velvety red. It was definitely different from the Honeymoon Suite at the Lodge where we had our first reunion in early May.

My first time ordering room service, eating steak and potatoes at a table in our room, overlooking the bright lights of the city.

My first time being fucked on a plush carpet, my knees and elbows sinking deep into the pile, definitely a better experiences than a wooden floor. Kelly gripping my hips hard, pulling me back, filling me with his hard cock, angling to hit that certain spot again and again and again, until I almost couldn't take it. I was a mess, heaving, sobbing, collapsing, unable to stay in that position. It didn't trouble Kelly in the least. He lay on my spine, kissing the nape of my neck, nudged my knees apart, and found his way back inside, ravaging my entrance in the most wonderful way.

Which is why I'm doing my best not to limp, as I enter Mona's. A nightclub for a very specific type of  person.

For the first time.

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The halls are shadowy, narrow but with tall ceilings.

"Back here it's like a maze, because most of the space is for the stage and the club itself. I'll show you that in a little bit. There's a few offices here, the kitchen, and upstairs are the rooms for rent by the hour for..." he waggled his eyebrows at me. "And storage. Above that are some apartments owned by a management company."

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