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Dry Dock
When I was 18 I joined the navy to see the world, save money and get an
education; the usual bullshit reasons. After my 2 month boot camp and my
3 week airman apprentice training, my 5'8 110 lb ass was shipped
overseas.
I immediately hated it. I didn't know anyone, I was not good at making
friends and the other guys were into drinking and chasing the girls and
I was more into...well looking back I don't know what I was into but I
know my relationship with my fellow shipmates was strictly working
hours.
So I would work all day, 7 in the mourning until 4 in the afternoon,
then, unless I had duty I left the boat on liberty. Movies were a
dollar. Bowling was 50 cents. Wandering aimlessly consumed with self
pity was free. So that's what I did with my time.
After being there six long months and becoming utterly miserable I began
to exercise. I started running and ran 3 miles every other day. In the
gym I was never strong but I did high reps in several exercises. I
couldn't bulk up but I was proud of how tone I started to look.
Before I knew it a year flew by. With bowling, movies, gym, and work I
had a pretty full life. What was missing? Friends.
My Ship was in dry dock and so I was basically the same as a sailor on
shore duty but I still had to sleep and eat on the boat unless I had
extra money. The lack of privacy did not bother me though simply because
my fellow shipmates did a pretty good job of acting as if I wasn't
around which equaled being alone.
In hindsight I suppose my refusal to go drinking the few times they
invited, and my constantly reading different fantasy novels and my
general lack of coolness may have made them think I was not looking for
friends.
One night after a good run and a hard workout, a Friday night I recall,
I was in the shower washing off the sweat of self improvement. The
showers were an open square with 8 nozzles on each side and it was full.
The steam was heavy and I was lost in my own world as usual.
I was focusing on the plastic blue mat pressing into my feet, hot water
splashing into my shoulders, shampoo tingling in my hair and ignoring
the voices of people talking around me. I rinsed out my hair, wiped the
water from my face and opened my eyes to see that the other people were
gone. I was alone in the shower except for one other man.
He was a stocky bull of a man with thick hair all over his body. He
smiled at me. I gave a polite half smile back and resumed soaping my
arm.
"Hitting the club tonight?" He said.
"No," I said. "I don't drink."
"Ain't gotta drink to go to the club." He said. He shoved a soapy sponge
down his chest, the hairs sparkling amongst the bubbles and lather. "I
just go to get laid."
"That never works for me," I said. "Too Shy."
"I hit a club where everyone gets laid. They would love you! I'm Paul."
He said. His entire body was covered in soap. "You should come with me."
I thought about it for a second. My loneliness and boredom overcoming my
fear of the different and unpredictable. Paul seemed nice. He had a
strong chin and a head of thick black hair. Maybe he needed a wingman.
Maybe the girls trusted someone with a buddy. I felt excited.
"Okay Paul. I'm Gabriel. Sounds Fun," I said.
"It will be Gabby; you are going to love it!" He said. I looked at my
feet as the soap and water swirled into the drain. I hated being called
Gabby.
Paul and I split a cab that took us to the front gate. I did not go out
into Japan very often. I was always content to roam the base where
everything was cheaper and English was the primary language.
Leaving the base felt special every time I did it. I felt the ground
should feel different or the sky should be another color. But it wasn't
another planet, it was another country and the difference was in the
sounds, the constant Asian faces, the strange Taxis and the concession
machines that sold beer.
Paul cut through the alleys and narrow streets like a guide on a Safari.
The streets were crowded with men in business suits, Women in skirts and
heels, Girls in school uniforms, and sailors on the prowl. It felt weird
to count myself in that number. Thanks to Paul I felt like I belonged.
We arrived after walking for about a mile of city. I did not know we
were there until Pau said, "You gotta show I.D."
Looking up from my meandering I saw two Tall Muscular men looking at me
with looks that said, "Let's go."
I quickly fumbled into my blue jeans for my wallet and flipped open my
I.D. The crew cut behemoth on the left looked at it, looked at me then
he looked at Paul who nodded. The man on the right stamped my hand
leaving a red smudge of some Kanji writing and stepped out of the door
to let us through.
"They didn't stamp your hand, Paul," I said pushing my wallet back into
my jeans and brushing the tail of my polo shirt clear so it didn't bunch
up.
"I'm a regular," he said. We stepped through another door at the end of
a short hall and into chaos.
Strobe lights of every color swirled around us while a loud techno song
pounded into me. The room looked like half a football field but it may
have been the foreign atmosphere of the entire situation.
Hundreds of people moved and shook and pressed into each other all
around us and I was lost in a sea of humanity with only Paul as an
anchor to keep me from being washed away. He grabbed my arm and I pushed
into him.
At first I saw men and women meshing together in turmoil and insanity.
Then I saw something else entirely. The "women" were men. Boys. Japanese
boys? I was so confused. Paul lead us thorough the bar, my hand enclosed
in his. My fingers swallowed by his thick fat fingers.
"Paul!" I tried to yell over the music but it sounded like a frantic
shriek.
"What?" he yelled back to me as he cut us through the sea of clubbing
madness. I saw tall strong American's holding small, petite foreigners
everywhere I looked. It was madness.
"Paul, this is a gay bar!!!!" I said getting closer to him.
"So?"
"Paul, I'm not gay!"
He stopped at a small square table with two chairs and pulled one out
for me and we sat down. He leaned over the table so I could hear him.
"Most of these guys are married men back home. But they get lonely and
don't want to cheat on there wives. It's not gay....it's just
different," he said.
I looked around. Seeing men on men bothered me. It wasn't right. It went
against everything I grew up with. My eyes fell on slim short boys like
myself with no ass cheeks in their shorts or pants. Everywhere I looked
I saw Men kissing, holding. Dancing.
."These guys just want a slim short petite person to help them satisfy
their urges. These Japanese boys love us. And we love them," Paul said.
"But you? An American that looks like you? Fuck Gabby you are so hot!"
I looked at Paul, seeing the hunger in his eyes for the first time and
realized it had been there all along. That he saw me as meat. As a place
to put his cock.
"Think about it, Gabby," he said. "Here you are in demand. You are the
minority. You don't have to worry about rejection or going home alone.
You are one of the hottest bitches here."
A Japanese waitress... waiter with hair braided into two pig tails to
'her' ass came to our table and put two bottles of corona down. She
smiled at Paul and was gone.
"Paul, I'm sorry, but I'm just not gay. I am not into guys," I said.
"I understand. I can walk you back home. Let's finish these beers and We
can get out of here," Paul said.
"I don't drink," I said. "But one beer can't kill me. Paul smiled. He
looked up over his head as I felt someone at my shoulder.
"Who's you're friend, Paul?" A tall man, maybe 6'5 with broad shoulders
and biceps pressing through his shirt the size that I had struggled to
get for the last 6 months walked around into view. He reached his hand
out taking mine our eyes were locked as he kissed on the red stamp
lightly. "Would you like to dance?"
"Max, This is Gabby, Gabby isn't ga-" Paul started.
"Yes," I said. Not sure why I said it or why I stood up. With his hand
never releasing mine he lead me out into the masses of people. I looked
back for just a second to see Paul staring at me with his mouth hanging
open. I felt Max close his arms around me; I laid my head against his
chest. It was so hard, so defined, and Paul fell from my mind.
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