THE SHEET CAKE: A STORY BY RICK CASTRO

SOMETIME DURING THE FALL OF 1993 I WAS ATTENDING A PHOTOGRAPHIC DARKROOM CLASS AT SMCC, (SANTA MONICA CITY COLLEGE). I WAS TOLD THEY HAD AN EXCELLENT, INEXPENSIVE COURSE. THEY DID.

ON THE FIRST DAY I IMMEDIATELY NOTICED THE T.A. (TEACHER’S ASSISTANT) HE WAS BIG, TALL EUROPEAN LOOKING GUY WITH SALT & PEPPER HAIR, AND MATCHING BEARD. HE WORE CASUAL CLOTHING LOOSELY DRAPING HIS SOLID BODY, DRAWSTRING PANTS, AND BIRKENSTOCKS WITH WOOLY SOCKS. DURING THIS ERA THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO WORE BIRKENSTOCKS WERE LESBIANS OR OL SCHOOL EUROPEAN MEN. THIS IS HOW I KNEW HE EUROPEAN. HE DEFINITELY WASN’T LESBIAN.

I ASSUMED HE WAS STRAIGHT, SO I ADMIRED HIM IN MY MIND.

AT THE END OF THE CLASS, MUCH TO MY SURPRISE HE APPROACHED ME WITH JOVIAL CONVERSATION. 

 HIS NAME WAS “YVONNE.” HE WAS FROM LITHUANIA. THERE HAD BEEN CONTINUOUS POLITICAL UNREST IN HIS COUNTRY AS RUSSIAN AND GERMAN FORCES TRIED DICTATING LITHUANIA’S INDEPENDENCE FROM COMMUNIST CONTROL.

YVONNE WAS A FAMOUS JOURNALIST. HE DESCRIBED HIMSELF AS THE LITHUANIAN GERALDO RIVERA. DURING THIS ERA GERALDO RIVERA WAS NOT A FOOLISH RIGHT-WING  PUNDIT. THIS WAS PRE-AL CAPONE’S VAULT AND PRE-FOX NEWS.

YVONNE WAS  PART OF THE RESISTANCE. HE WOULD GO ON AIR NIGHTLY AND GIVE CODED CLUES TO THE MOVEMENT USING CERTAIN WORDS DURING HIS BROADCAST.  VERY COVERT,VERY ESPIONAGE OF THE LATE 20TH CENTURY.

OF COURSE I WAS FASCINATED.

THE SOVIETS CAUGHT WIND OF WHAT WAS GOING ON AND LIFE BECAME VERY DANGEROUS FOR YVONNE. HE FLED TO AMERICA ON A TEMPORARY VISA WITH THE HELP OF “CAROL” THE DARK ROOM TEACHER. SHE VOUCHED FOR HIS VISA AND GAVE HIM A JOB. CAROL WAS A GREAT TEACHER, BUT A MOUSEY WOMAN. 
IT WAS OBVIOUS SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH YVONNE. 

YVONNE WAS LIVING WITH HER AND SHAGGING HER ON A REGULAR BASIS. '
BACK IN LITHUANIA HE HAD A WIFE AND YOUNG CHILD. 
HE ALSO HAD A MALE LOVER. YES, YVONNE WAS BISEXUAL.

ACCORDING TO YVONNE A MAN COULD HAVE A MALE LOVER AND THE WIFE DIDN’T REALLY HAVE A SAY. IN LITHUANIAN CULTURE ONCE SOMEONE WAS YOUR PARTNER YOU WERE RESPONSIBLE FOR THEM. THEREFORE YVONNE WOULD SEND BACK $$ TO HIS WIFEY AND ALSO TO HIS YOUNG MALE LOVER. HE SHOWED ME A PHOTO OF HIS “BOY.” HE WAS GORGEOUS. TALL, NORDIC WITH ALMOST WHITE HAIR. YOUNG-MUSCLED, PALE SKIN. CRYSTAL CLEAR BLUE EYES. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. 

YVONNE MISSED HIM DEARLY.

ANYWAY I WAS SMITTEN. YVONNE WAS A DREAM. 
TO MY SURPRISE YVONNE ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE.

WE EXCHANGED PHONE NUMBERS, (THIS WAS PRE-CELL PHONE). RATHER THAN GO OUT  TO DINNER OR WHATEVER I DECIDED TO CUT TO THE CHASE AND INVITED HIM OVER TO WATCH A MOVIE.

HE ACCEPTED IMMEDIATELY.

THAT SATURDAY EVE YVONNE WAS AT MY FRONT DOOR- CASUAL CLOTHING, DRAW-STRING PANTS, BIRKENSTOCKS WITH WOOLY SOCKS.  WITHIN SECONDS YVONNE HAD HIS TONGUE DOWN MY THROAT.

“WOAH DUDE,” I SAID WE HAVE PLENTY OF TIME. COME INTO MY BEDROOM.”''

SINCE 1975 SALO HAS BEEN MY FAVORITE MOVIE. PIER PAOLO PASOLINI’S- SALO: 120 DAYS OF SODOM CHANGED MY LIFE. I WENT TO SEE IT AT THE VISTA THEATER IN LOS FELIZ WHEN IT FIRST CAME OUT. THE AUDIENCE WAS ALREADY SPARSE WHEN IT STARTED. WHEN THE FILM FINISHED I WAS THE ONLY REMAING PERSON.   TO THIS DAY I CONSIDER IT THE BEST MOVIE EVER MADE. 

SALO SEPARATES THE MEN FROM THE BOYS.
 I USED IT AS A GAGE- IF A DATE CAN HANDLE SALO, THEY CAN HANDLE ME.

I PUT SALO ON THE VCR.

AS THE CREDITS ROLLED YVONNE ALREADY HAD MY PANTS UNBUTTONED. 
HE GRABBED MY COCK AND LOWERED HIS FACE ON IT LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW. I FELT LIKE I WAS GONNA BE SUCKED DRY.

THE FIRST “CONTROVERSIAL” SCENE CAME ON- ITALIAN FASCISTS WERE FORCING A GROUP OF BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN TO DISROBE. 
THEY WERE INSPECTING THEIR ORIFICES. 

YVONNE STOPPED IN MID-STROKE AND LOOKED UP AT THE TV.

HE WAS MESMERIZED. 

WITH MY DICK STILL IN HIS MOUTH YVONNE WATCHED THE NEXT SCENE.

A GAY WEDDING. THE “MALE” GROOM WAS IN A FULL TUXEDO, THE “FEMALE” BRIDE WAS IN A CLASSIC WEDDING GOWN.  ONE OF THE FASCIST WAS THE JUSTICE OF PEACE.  HE WAS DRESSED LIKE A CARDINAL. 

WHEN HE PROCLAIMED, “I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU HUSBAND AND WIFE.” 

THEY HAD A PASSIONATE DEEP KISS, AND THE HONEYMOON TOOK PLACE RIGHT THEN AND THERE.

DURING THE NEXT SCENE, YVONNE STOPPED SUCKING AND RAISED HIS HEAD. 

HE WAS STILL HOLDING MY DICK IN HIS HAND.

 A GROUP OF YOUNG MEN ARE FORCED TO BE DOGS. COLLARED AND LEASHED THEY'RE LED AROUND ON ALL FOURS- NAKED. A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG GIRL IS ALSO IN THIS PREDICAMENT. SHE'S FORCED TO EAT DOG FOOD. UNBEKNOWNST TO HER THE SADISTIC FASCISTS HAVE PLACED BROKEN GLASS CHARDS IN THE MEAL. AFTER NOT BEEN FED FOR A FEW DAYS SHE DEVOURS HER BOWL.  THE YOUNG GIRL RECOILS IN PAIN, BLOOD DRIPPING FROM HER MOUTH DOWN TO HER CUPCAKE-LIKE TITTES. 

AS THE NEXT SCENE UNFOLDED. YVONNE LET GO OF MY DICK AND SAT UPRIGHT.

THE FASCISTS HOST A DINNER PARTY. THEY ARE ALL IN FULL MUSSOLINI INSPIRED UNIFORMS. THE YOUNG MEN & WOMEN ARE NUDE.

  THEY’RE SEATED AT A LONG WOOD TABLE- LIKE THE LAST SUPPER. 

WHEN THE SILVER PLATTERS ARRIVE AND THE LIDS ARE REMOVED IT IS REVEALED THEIR DINNER FOR THE EVENING IS FECES.

YVONNE SAT UPRIGHT, MOVED TO THE FOOT OF THE BED STARING AT THE SCREEN. HE COULDN’T BELIEVE HIS EYES. THE NUDE MEN AND WOMEN ARE FORCED TO EAT THEIR FECES DINNERS. 

FOR THE REST OF THE FILM YVONNE STAYED IN THAT  SAME POSITION. AT THE FOOT OF THE BED. IN SILENCE. 

AFTER THE FILM ENDED THE CREDITS WERE ROLLING YVONNE BROKE HIS SILENCE.

“THAT WAS THE MOST DISGUSTING, DISTURBING, SICK THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!” 

OK- THERE WOULD BE NO LOVE CONNECTION.

YVONNE MADE A BEE-LINE FOR THE DOOR.

I DID HAVE A LITTLE REMORSE. MAYBE TOO MUCH, TOO SOON? IT WAS HARD TO TELL.

AS YVONNE OPENED THE FRONT DOOR I SAID, “I’M SORRY IT DIDN’T WORK OUT. THANKS FOR COMING TO SEE ME.” AND I PLANTED A KISS ON HIS LIPS.

THIS CAUSED YVONNE TO HAVE AN INSTANT ERECTION. HE KISSED ME BACK DEEPLY-FULL TONGUE. HE PULLED OFF MY T-SHIRT AND THREW ME ON MY DINNING TABLE.

ALMOST INSTANTLY YVONNE WAS EJACULATING ON MY NAKED CHEST. HE CAME SO QUICKLY, WITH SO MUCH FORCE AND SOOOO MUCH CUM I WAS COMPLETELY COVERED. I’D NEVER SEEN THAT MUCH CUM FROM A HUMAN BEFORE. 
(I REMEMBER ALLOT OF CUM FROM A HORSEY DOCO CALLED ZOO, BUT THAT’S ANOTHER STORY).

WHEN HE FINISHED MY UPPER BODY WAS SOLID WHITE. 

IT LOOKED LIKE A SHEET CAKE. 

“WOW YVONNE, I EXCLAIMED, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CAME?”

“IT’S BEEN AWHILE,” SAID YVONNE.

THE NEXT WEEK WHEN I SAW YVONNE AT DARKROOM CLASS HE ACTED INDIFFERENT TO ME. LIKE WE WERE MERELY ACQUAINTANCES. THE INSTRUCTOR CAROL LOOKED AT ME LIKE SHE KNEW WHAT HAD GONE DOWN. THEY WERE BOTH COOL TO ME FOR THE REST OF THE SEMESTER.

THE CLASS ENDED  WITHOUT ANY FANFARE. NO GOOD-BYES FROM YVONNE OR CAROL.

I SIGNED UP FOR THE FOLLOWING SEMESTER. IN THE BACK OF MY MIND I WAS EAGER TO SEE YVONNE ONCE AGAIN. 
AFTER ALL HE DID MAKE IT ALL THE WAY THRU SALO.

ON THE FIRST DAY OF CLASS THERE WAS NO YVONNE. CAROL WAS VISUALLY SURPRISED TO SEE ME. SHE  GAVE ME A COOL HELLO. I COULD TELL SHE KNEW THE WHOLE EVENT; WAS PROBABLY SO ANGRY SHE HAD BROKEN UP WITH YVONNE AND SENT HIM BACK TO LITHUANIA.

CAROL CAME UP TO ME AND SAID, “CAN YOU PLEASE STAY AFTER CLASS? THERE’S SOMETHING I NEED TO TELL YOU.”

“YES,” I SAID FEARING THE WORST.

AT THE END OF THE CLASS, CAROL SAT ME DOWN. 
WITH A STERN LOOK ON HER FACE SHE SAID TO ME, “YVONNE’S VISA RAN OUT AFTER 6 MONTHS. WE TRIED EVERYTHING WE COULD TO GET HIM ASYLUM, BUT HE WAS DEPORTED. 
 A FEW MONTHS AFTER YVONNE WAS BACK IN RUSSIA, HE WAS MURDERED.

THE “OFFICIAL" STORY IS THAT HE PICKED UP A HUSTLER. ONCE THEY WERE IN YVONNE’S APARTMENT, THE GUY STABBED HIM 10 TIMES AND LEFT HIM FOR DEAD. YVONNE- NUDE- DRAGGED HIMSELF DOWN THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS AND BLED TO DEATH ON THE PUBLIC SIDEWALK.

WE, HIS FAMILY KNOW THIS ISN’T TRUE. WE KNOW THE REAL REASON AS I’M SURE HE TOLD YOU. WE KNOW IT WAS A POLITICAL ASSASSINATION.”

I WAS STUNNED.

 ALL THIS TIME I THOUGHT CAROL SAW ME AS A COMPETITION FOR YVONNE’S AFFECTION. IN FACT SHE SAW ME AS A FELLOW FREEDOM FIGHTER.

I WAS SO TAKEN ABACK I DROPPED OUT OF CLASS. 

THIS WAS MY ONLY LESSON IN DARKROOM PHOTOGRAPHY.

RICK CASTRO- COPYRIGHT- MAY, 2017