I have come to the realization that I have a different definition for most things than my peers, and from culture in general I suppose. For instance, the short story I am about to retell will allow how I perceived a past event juxtaposed against your comments (if there are any).
When I was 19 and fresh into the Air Force I put on my list of duty assignments "Worldwide Volunteer" in order to take the last ticket out of banality. I wanted a small "me" sized piece of excitement. So, when our last week at the months long training came the instructor arrived at the dorms with a handful of assignments. This is it! I knew finally my time had come. I was out the box and into something new!
"Davis!" he finally called. I marched right up and took my manilla envelope and smiled turning away and tore off the seal to my destiny. Fingers almost shaking I pulled out the orders stating my first duty assignment!
Oh yeah...
"Airmen Mark Davis you are hereby ordered to report to duty station Minot, North Dakota by 3 January."
What the FUCK!
North Dakota...that's worse then plain old America. That's where they send criminals and Indians to wallow away into madness. Damn.
Truthfully, I had never been there before so I didn't know for certain but at least it was going to be something new. At the end of the week off I went to my frozen paradise.
Fast forward to month seven in my strange new world.
I started going to the gym with my red-headed extrovert roommate named Zack. He was rather interesting and charismatic and so I toke to him right away. The girls liked him and so I decided that I should follow in his footsteps to learn a few things. I know, classic chauvinistic patterning but like I said, I was young.
Going to the gym was step one in what I hoped would be a reinvention of myself. Get strong, wear a uniform and the love would just fall in my lap. So I thought.
I digress. The gym on base was rather average with all the normal acuterments you would expect. I have to interject one fact that plays a major role in the development of this story and it is that Minot Air Force Base is a homestead base. This means that military families that normally have to take new assignments every three to four years can elect to stay at this base (since it is so unfavorable) for as long as they want. Why this plays a role is that like any small town certain things become familiar to the average denizen of the base like odd people, criminal activity, boring locations. But, for people like me...everything was new and unexpected.
Wednesday, a normal day and Zack wasn't back at our room. I assumed he was already at the gym, and so I headed on over to catch up. I hit the locker room to start changing. A teenager that I had seen in the gym numerous times before, but never talked to, was already there and drying off from his after shower workout. I noticed he had an atrophied arm that must have been caused from some birth defect or whatnot. He looked over at me and smiled and I replied easily "How ya doin?" which he said "Good." and that was it. I got the last of my clothes off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed for the steam room (I like to loosen up before I workout). After a few minutes in walks this kid with the same towel used a few moments before to dry off.
He sits just within eyesight as the steam began to fill the room. I can see his form in the midst. No sound but the "phsshhh" of steam for five minutes. Right before the steam turned off I noticed an underlying sound. Like feet slapping against the floor. I ignored it and got up to leave.
As I was exiting I noticed that the form was mirroring me so I decided to try and shake him by going immediately into the sauna.
My thought process was that no one in the right mind would go from a steam room to a dry sauna.
I walked right in and began suppressing my bodies urge to heatstroke. After winning that small battle I laid back against the wall. Seconds later in walks the teenager. I could tell he was searching my face, but I had already hung my head to avoid conversation.
He sat closer this time.
After about four minutes I heard that noise again...a little different, but a pattern nonetheless. I didn't want to awknowledge him or look around the room so I just got up and left.
I stood out in the anteroom between the sauna and the steam room trying not to faint with all the spinning my head was doing from the heat and out walks the teenager. He starts to make small talk and I oblige for a few sentences but I felt creeped out by this guy. His speech was fine. His motor control and aptitude were like any other guy.
It dawned on me that this kid wasn't handicapped or suffering from Down's Syndrome at all. He just had this crippled arm.
He started smiling at me all happy-happy joy-joy...and that didn't make me feel happy or joyous. I wanted to get the fuck out of Dodge.
I started to walk towards the steam room for another attempt at shaking him only to be intercepted by this kid going in first.
I stood there for a second and realized that this kid is definitely following me. I made a beeline for the locker room to get my gym clothes on so I could get out into the public domain. Once at my locker I realized that I was still soaked top to bottom with steam and sweat. It would gross everyone out, even me, to try and use equipment while dripping ear to ear with sweat. So I make a break for the showers.
A minute later in walks the teenager and he starts to shower... again!
One showerhead away from me.
I slouch forward a little to get water in my face and down my neck to make it look like I am in relax-mode. I stay that way for a few minutes until I hear that familar sound again (feet slapping against a wet floor).
I peek to my right to see what is happening with strange boy and there it is.
Horror of horrors!
Dude is masturbating with the shower soap. He wasn't looking completely at me just up at me and then back to the wall to get whatever image he wanted refreshed.
In my terror I noticed that he was not only masturbating next to me, and most likely to the thought of me, but he had one of the largest dicks I had ever seen on screen or in real life.
The soap bubbles were getting thicker and he was starting to make more sounds. That's when I broke.
I took off out of the shower running to my locker. I put on all my stuff wet.
I ran out of the locker room and out of the gym altogether.
I at first wasn't sure if it was by accident that all that happened and it all became quite clear after I got back to my room. When I told Zack my frantic story he only nodded. He described the kid to me and said he too had an encounter, a strange conversation while at the gym, with this kid a month before but had dismissed it as plain unusual. Something slightly off key and sexual but not enough to make him make special note of it.
Now as I sit here and wonder "How many young bucks encountered this fellow before someone
took it seriously, or took him up on it?"
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