Crossroads

Truitt was at a crossroad, his virgin mind conflicted by the conflicting messages regarding sex and the willing female. On the one hand there was the belief that women wanted to make an emotional connection as part of the sex; at least that is the conclusion he had drawn.  On the other hand, there was the pure animal lust that waged a war inside of him on a daily basis. He had a million questions but there were no answers to be found.

One day he went over to his friend Garrett’s house and they were watched a talk show with Garrett’s older brother Sam. One of the guests had written the show and asked if they could help him fulfill a dream that he had nurtured all of his life. It seemed that the man desperately wanted to star in a porno film with his favorite adult film actress.

“Well guess what,” the host said. “We are going to make your fantasy come true.”

The man’s face lit up when a movie producer, followed by the favored porn starlet came onto the stage. The producer took the seat next to the man and held up a sheet of paper for the audience to see. “All you have to do,” he said, “is sign this contract and we will film a scene with you in our next movie, Thirty-Year-Old Virgin!”

“Like bags of sand!” the man said.

“Like bags of sand,” the producer agreed. The man leaned forward and looked past the producer at the porn star in the next seat.  She seemed totally disinterested, wearing a tight, white miniskirt that rode up her thighs, and when she crossed her legs, he got a hint of the sex underneath. The top that she wore barely contained the huge breasts that strained against the fabric and her nipples stood out with no shame, tall and proud. She was artificially beautiful with long blonde hair that hung down to her shoulders and her features were slutty sexy; just as he had dreamed. He snatched the pen and paper from the producer’s hand.

“Now hold on a minute,” the host stopped him. “Before you sign that contract, before you put your name on it, we have one more guest. There is one more person that we have to hear from. One person who is strongly opposed to you making this dream of yours a reality and she wants to talk to you before you make – what she thinks – will be the biggest mistake of your life.” The host turned to the audience. “Please welcome to the show – your mother!”

His mother slowly made her way to the stage and took the seat next to him. She wore an ankle length, one-piece flowered dress that hung formlessly over her ample figure. The years hadn’t been kind to her; her face, partially hidden behind horn-rimmed glasses, was lined with wrinkles and her old lady wig completed the picture as she looked to the host with tears forming in her eyes.

The host spoke gently to her. “Ma’am, why don’t you want your son to fulfill this dream of his? He says that this is something that he’s always wanted to do.”

Her eyes seemed magnified through her thick glasses and when she answered, the tears began to roll down her face. “Because…” she pulled a few tissues from her purse began dabbing at her teardrops. “Because, this is going to ruin his life.”

“Now that’s some shit right there,” Sam roared. He was sitting in a chair, facing the television with a forty ounce of beer in his hand.

“How they gonna have his mother up there talking to him about fuck movies?” Garrett said.

“They doing some shit on these talk shows,” Sam said. They looked on as the mother cried and pleaded with her son, begged him not to go through with the movie. His only response to his mother was that this was his dream.  “That shit is crazy,” Sam said. “Moms is definitely going to lose this one.”

“Why you say that?” Truitt looked at Sam.

“Ain’t you never had no pussy before?” He cocked an eye at Truitt. Truitt didn’t respond. “Ain’t nobody,” Sam said. “Not mother, father, sister, brother, ever gonna come between a grown man and his dick. Whatever dick want, dick gonna do.”

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Published by: Nane Quartay

Nane Quartay was born in upstate New York. After a tour in the US Navy, he traveled extensively before returning to New York to begin writing his first novel, Feenin'. His titles include Come Get Some, Take Two And Pass, The Badness and soon to be released Feel The Fire. He now lives in the Washington, DC area.

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