The story is pure fantasy. The similarity of names, places and situations is accidental.
English is not my main language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes caused by using a translator. Enjoy.
When we left the house, the sun was slowly starting to sink towards the horizon, changing the blue sky into an orange gradient. I waved to a child walking down the sidewalk with his mother in a T-shirt with some superhero on it and got into the car, watching my cousin struggle with the lock, then hide the key under the same flower pot I had lifted earlier. When Jake threw his bag in the back seat and got in the front, I started the engine. Car slowly rolled out onto the street. "I have to do something about this," I thought, when a prolonged, creaking sound came from under the left wheel during a turn. "Maybe something with the swingarm."
Country mixed with old rock coming from the speakers and sometimes cliched conversation with my cousin made the drive more pleasant, which became slower with each passing moment. People returning from work poured onto the road in an ever greater stream, effectively slowing down the flow of traffic. Apparently I had to use up my reserves of luck driving on an empty road in the morning. I knew that if nothing changed, we wouldn't make it to our grandparents' today and unfortunately my suspicions were right. The sky, red not so long ago, was starting to turn gray.
"We'll have to stop somewhere for the night," I said.
"What? Why?" Jake wondered.
"It'll be dark soon, and after the eye surgery, I don't trust myself enough to drive at night yet."
"It seemed to me that you could see everything clearly in the room."
"I could. But this is different. Driving, darkness, headlights. You'd better look for a motel on the way smartass," I replied.
Apart from a small station we passed about 10 minutes ago, for the next 8, maybe 10 miles it seemed as if the road we were driving on was the last trace of any civilization in this place. Empty stretches of land disappearing into the darkness of the horizon and single trees were the only interesting parts of the landscape. I was all the more pleased to see a neon light on a tall pole reading "MOT L" looming in the distance. "With such flat terrain, raising this sign is an unnecessary expense." I thought. We turned off the main road and the classic sound of gravel, which covered the entire parking lot, reached our ears from under the wheels. I parked next to one of the three cars and, grabbing our bags, we headed to the office.
The interior was lit by a single night lamp standing on the counter and a pale light shining from behind a half-open door to the right, most likely belonging to the television. The quietly humming air conditioner gave the room the atmosphere of a cheap horror movie. I went to the counter and rang the bell, and when no one answered, I did it again. This time, from the other room, I heard a groan and the creaking of an armchair, and after a moment the shuffling of shoes. The slightly open door opened almost wide and a hunched woman entered the office. Although she moved slowly, her pleasant face did not allow me to be angry with her. When she finally crawled to the desk, she looked at us.
"Yes?" she asked in a squeaky voice.
"Good evening. We need a room," I replied.
"Let me see, let me see..."
Her wrinkled fingers grabbed the notebook and began to leaf through the pages. Five pages and 100 years later, her index finger tapped the empty space of a penciled table.
"Free room... Yes... Number 3... No, 4. Number 4," she said.
"Great. We'll take it."
"$70, honey. $70."
I reached into my pocket and pulled the exact amount out of my wallet, then put the banknotes into the outstretched hand of the woman, who with unusual speed hid them in a locked box, and then gave us the key to the room at the right pace. Not wanting to waste any more time, we thanked her and quickly went to the room, which looked exactly as you would expect. The old decor dominated, the wallpaper was peeling off the walls in several places, and one of the two lamps was blinking ominously. The beds were a plus, however. Two relatively small but quite clean beds took up a large part of the room. I chose the closest one and lay down. When Jake went to the bathroom, I called my parents to inform them of the change of plans, and went to wash myself when cousin left. "I wonder if I would have found any remnants of warm water if I had gone first," I thought as the cold water hit my body, effectively shortening the shower time. I dried myself thoroughly and with a towel tied around my hips I left the bathroom to surprise myself for the second time that same day.
Jake was lying on my bed, propping his head up. Once again, almost nothing remained of the boy with whom I had recently traveled many miles in the same car. Makeup appeared on his face again, but not as heavy as before. Delicately emphasized eyes, a little powder on his cheeks and a shimmering lip gloss on his lips. A decidedly too large, red T-shirt with a worn university logo covered his body, ending slightly above mid-thigh. The rest of his crossed legs, which he moved sexily were hidden behind white school socks. I approached slowly, stopping at a certain distance from my cousin and looked down at him.
"What is this supposed to be?" I asked.
"What does it look like to you?" He answered in a feminine voice, then looked me straight in the eye and said, "I want you to fuck me."
"Excuse me?! You must be joking."
"I've never been more serious Charles. I want you to stick your growing friend in my tight asshole," he chuckled pointing at the bulge in the towel.
"Listen... I don't think this is a good idea Jake."
