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er-odd-i-ty noun 1. of, tending to arouse sexual desire

2. an odd person, event, or trait

3. plural, consisting of, containing more then one

- I put in your favorite movie for you.

- I noticed.

- You ready to do anything?

- I mean, it's why I'm here, isn't it?

But this has to be the last time.

- Why?

- Let's just get this over with.

"Forever Mine"

- I had a good time today.

- Me too.

I enjoy spending time with you.

- I gotta go pee.

- Go right ahead.

I thought you'd go somewhere a little more discreet.

- Why?

Does this embarrass you?

- No.

- Does it turn you on?

- Ah!

I'm gonna come!

Why didn't you want to do it anymore?

- What the fuck dude?

- You shouldn't have stopped.

You're all I have.

But you're all I have.

You're all I have.

Does it turn you on?

- Dude, I'm your brother.

I can't.

I won't.

This...

This is wrong.

- That's okay.

It's alright.

It's okay.

- I have a bone to pick with my little brother.

Hi.

I'm your host, Cory Tyndall, and welcome to Eroddity.

You have entered a realm where teenage boys make new

discoveries behind locked bedroom doors.

We take you behind these doors, and offer you a voyeuristic

window into the world of the young and the inexperienced.

We'll being you the slightly odd.

We'll show you the highly erotic.

We welcome you to...

Eroddity.

In the German poem, "The Sorcerer's Apprentice," a young man

gets in way over his head when he attempts to lighten his

load with the use of magic.

Now, in our story, the young man gives head and uses magic

to lighten a load of his own, the implications of which will

go far beyond anything he could have ever imagined, as we'll

show you in our next story, "A Mind of Their Own."

- Appreciate what you have.

Don't ask questions.

Leave well enough alone.

All advice you don't give a gay, angst-ridden teen who

thinks his boyfriend's cheating on him.

I mean, seriously.

Of course, if I'd listened to just one of those things, I

probably wouldn't have gotten in all the trouble that I did.

But then, that's what happens when someone like me develops

a mind of their own.

"A Mind of Their Own"

So how did I know my boyfriend was cheating on me?

It was the sex.

Rod and I always had great sex, but lately, he seemed less

interested in me.

I mean, seriously, who could be less interested in me?

Then, one night, I saw him sneak into the closet and take

out a box.

He then quietly slipped into the living room, completely in

the dark.

I thought he was bored of me and was turning to sex toys or

something.

I decided to do a little investigation.

I thought I'd have a look inside the secret box for myself.

"This is the property of Marcus Grant.

"If found, please return to..."

A mixtape!

I knew it.

The next day, I took the afternoon train into Orange County.

I didn't know who I was looking for or what I would say to

him when I found him, but one thing's for certain: nothing

prepared me for what I found out...

About myself.

The anticipation was killing me.

My stomach was all tied up in knots.

- My I help you?

- Do I know you?

- Do you?

Who is it that you're looking for?

- Someone named Marcus Grant.

- Pleasure to meet you, Aaron.

- So it's you.

- You say that with such contempt.

- Shouldn't l?

- You also ask a lot of questions.

Maybe we should talk.

- Yeah, maybe we should.

- Not here.

Come with me.

I want to show you something.

- Why did you bring me here?

- This is where we first met.

The first time, and every time after.

- Wait, what are you talking about?

This is not why I came.

- Then why did you come?

I've been wondering.

Ah, yes, that's right.

Rod.

You accused us of having an affair.

Well, what brought you to that conclusion?

- I found your address in a box with a mixtape.

- That's two reasons actually.

And I'd be careful with this.

Someone could get hurt.

Let's sit.

Please?

How is Rod?

- You should know.

- I haven't seen him for some time now.

I'd like to know how to get in touch with him.

- So you are cheating.

- All of us are, in a way.

Even you.

Right here in this room, as a matter of fact.

As soon as you got a mind of your own, you even started

playing for the wrong team.

- What?

- I just wanted to know why you wanted me to unbutton my

blouse, that's all.

- Umm, I don't know.

Just because.

- Oh.

Okay.

- That's enough.

- Why are you touching my breast?

- It's what they're there for.

- Oh.

I have another one.

- No.

Now I want you to touch me.

No.

Like this.

Hey, at 18, a blow job's a blow job.

- What do I do now?

- Just put it in your mouth.

Just pretend it's a hot dog and you're really hungry.

- Rike thith?

- Ow!

Are you kidding me?

Shit!

You're not supposed to bite it.

- You told me to pretend it was a hot dog.

- Fuck you.

- If you wanted to have sex, you should have just said so.

- You knew?

- Of course I do.

I know everything you know.

I want everything you want.

- I remember that.

What happened to her?

- Bye Felicia.

- Who's Felicia?

- Exactly.

Felicia was her name, dear boy.

- Who talks like that?

- Someone who's much older than he seems.

- Feels good.

Feels...

- Familiar?

- Yes.

Have we...

- We have.

Many times.

In almost every square inch of this hotel room.

You see?

You also cheated.

And you're about to again.

- You seem very sure of yourself.

- I'm not.

I'm sure of you.

- What are you doing?

- Making coffee.

Two creams and two sugars, just how you like it.

- How do you know so much about me?

- Don't ask any more questions, Aaron.

After you've had your coffee, you're gonna go back with Rod

and forget this ever happened.

- I'll never forget this happened.

- You did, and you will again.

Just go and be happy, and appreciate what you have.

- Appreciate what you have.

Don't ask questions.

You forgot--

- Just leave well enough alone?

- Yeah.

- That was next.

Now go put some clothes on that amazing body and go.

- Okay.

Will I see you again?

- I hope so.

Oh, wait.

I almost forgot.

Put this back where you found it.

Wait.

You need to go.

Don't worry; I got you covered.

- That night, I watched as Rod took out

the box and went to the living room.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

He was cheating on me alright, but how, and who with, was

beyond imagination.

- No, it won't hurt a bit.

- And then, just like that...

He was gone.

- Oh, my God!

- I made my plan right there and then.

The next night, I would give Rod the ride of his life, then,

when he falls asleep, the apprentice will play with the

master's magic.

- My perfect mate has dark hair and blue eyes...

No, brown.

Yes, he has brown eyes, and a tan, surfer body.

He looks hot in jeans and no shirt, and underneath his

jeans, he wears nothing, and when he wears nothing, he's

really something.

My perfect mate will come to me now.

Oh, my God, it works!

Holy fucking shit!

My perfect mate's name is...

It doesn't matter.

He's just a test...

And I've changed my mind.

He's not wearing jeans.

He's wearing tight board shorts instead.

No...

He's wearing cute underwear.

No...

My perfect mate is naked.

He's so perfect.

But too soon.

Underwear.

Do you know who I am?

- No.

It's okay.

Do you know why you're here?

- To be with you?

- Yes.

And just what do you think you're doing

- The same thing I've seen you do night after night.

Creating little sex toys with this...

Whatever the hell it is, then snapping the tapes to make

them go away.

You think I'm stupid, Rod?

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

Well two can play that game, sweetie.

- Well I'm sorry you feel that way...

But you're wrong.

This game can only be played by one.

Goodbye, Aaron.

- Wait!

- I hate it when they get a mind of their own.

- I'm confused.

- It would be a shame to let a hot fantasy go to waste.

Come on.

I'll show you everything you need to know.

- Wait.

I think I'm straight.

- My best lovers are.

Go.

I'll be there soon.

Definitely naked.

Huh.

- A young man with a mind of his own has paid

the ultimate price for his curiosity.

- Hey, wait a minute!

Chill out.

I didn't go anywhere.

Not for long, anyway, thanks to my homeboy Marcus.

- Don't worry.

I got you covered.

- Later.

- Well, all's well that ends well.

Although I think our young Aaron should at least

be thankful for...

Excuse me.

Cute!

Definitely naked.

I'm gonna have to get this thing fixed.

I'll meet you at our next story; a Christmas story,

right over there.

It's holiday time in sunny California,

but it's not all merry; I'm sorry to warn ya.

So sit by the fire, drink a warm cup of Swiss Miss,

as we bring you our story of an "Unsolved Christmas".

- 'Twas eight days before Christmas,

When seven days more,

Our story will end with one dead on the floor.

And what is it that will bestow this sad fate?

Is it something one did?

Was it something one ate?

Or merely a twist in a queer twist of fate?

Let us now look to much happier times,

Before misdemeanors and little white crimes.

Tonight, Zachary Martin lies safe in his bed,

With two weeks' vacation from school in his head.

- Hi Zack!

- Hey Sander, Hey Mallory.

- You sure got out here in a hurry.

- I just want to get Christmas vacation on already.

- It's winter break, Zack.

- It's Christmas vacation, you Jew homosexual pope.

- Just because my dad converted doesn't make me a Jew.

- True.

You're still a homo, though.

- I'm out of here.

- Aww, come on!

Where you going?

- Home.

- Aww, alright.

I'll be over later.

We'll spin the dreidel!

- Fuck you!

- You wish.

- Zack never tired of teasing his friend.

- Aww, love you too!

- The reason apparent would show in the end.

- You're an A-hole.

- That night, at the home

Of young Mallory Thomas,

A light in the window

Came on with such promise.

To window Zack came,

How naughty, how bold!

With nary a thought what his eyes would behold.

Later that night,

To his best friend Sander,

He told of his naughty night's exploits with candor.

- Hello?

- Sander, you'll never guess what I just saw right now.

- What?

- I saw Mallory and Dakota having sex.

- Wait, what?

You actually saw them having sex?

How'd you do that?

- Well...

Okay, I went to go say bye to her, right?

And then I snuck up to the window, and I saw them doing it

in her dad's office.

- Oh my God!

You actually looked in the window.

How did he look?

- All I can say is hot.

He's pretty damn hot.

- Zack was in lust, no need to deny,

With Mallory's cousin, Dakota.

Ask why?

Well see for yourself, then see what you say,

When belts are unbuckled and pants are away.

- Ready for your present, 'cuz?

- Unbeknownst to our Zack,

Who spoke unawares,

His father could hear every word from the stairs.

- But he has a great ass, though, I could tell you that.

- Well look who's stepping out.

- Please, I've been out.

Just 'cause I've never had sex with a guy before...

- Do your parents know?

- Why should they?

I still like girls.

- Keep telling yourself that, fag.

- Shut up.

- My dinner's ready. I gotta go.

Thanks for telling me the news though, man.

And stop looking through people's windows, perv!

- Yes, dad.

- While Zack was undressing to snuggle in bed,

His mother and father were filled with such dread.

Said father to mother, "We must turn the table.

"It's Adam and Eve, not Cain and Abel."

"A hobby, that's it!"

Shouted mother, so great.

"The camera he's wanted!

"We'll set our son straight.

"I'm glad that we bought it; let's wrap it up swift.

"Salvation is his when he opens that gift."

Then the lights all went out, so to sleep they did drift.

Christmas had come for their one wayward boy.

The piece de resistance was given with joy.

Zack tore off the wrappings and couldn't believe,

No, he couldn't believe what he just had received.

The camera he'd wanted forever!

Hooray!

The son would have no time to think of things gay.

Oh, it surely will wipe all that nonsense away.

"Well, son, what do you think," said father.

- It's awesome dad!

Thanks, mom!

- "Now you can take pictures of your

"grandfather's golf game!"

- Yeah...

- "Or film your aunt

"in her new self-defense class."

- Yeah, that sounds good, too.

- "So, son, what's the first thing you're gonna

"do with your new camera?"

- What do you think you're doing?

- Uhh...

Umm...

- I knew it.

You know, if you wanna take pictures of me,

all you have to do is ask.

So...

Would you want to take a picture of me naked?

- Excuse me?

- What, did you fart?

I need pictures for my boyfriend back home

in South Carolina.

I was just wondering if you wanted to take 'em.

- Sure. - Alright.

I'll only charge you $150.

- Wait, what?

You asked me to take them.

- Yes, but my father isn't the Baptist minister who's gonna

kick me out for taking pictures of little boys.

What?

Your hobby's not a secret.

Everyone knows what you do.

- Well, all I have is $150.

I'll need $40 for like, a hotel room or something.

- Okay, A., that sounds like a personal problem, and B.,

we're not getting anywhere talking.

Let's go.

- A place they could use came to mind,

Just like that!

He knew his friend kept a key under the mat.

Her cousin Dakota was gone for the day,

And when the cat's gone, the mice come to play.

- Yes, nice!

What are you doing?

- You know, you ask a lot of questions.

- Don't stop.

- Oh, so the newbie likes it?

- 'Twas five days after Christmas,

And all through the gloom,

Not a creature was stirring

In Zack's empty room.

His father saw everything;

Boy did he grouse!

He threw his son, Zachary, out of his house.

Would Zack learn his lesson?

Would Zack change his ways?

Would Zack give up on his photography craze?

Far from the truth, and just five minutes more.

A new naked model showed up at the door.

- Come on, let's have some fun!

- No, no.

- Come here.

- No, I'm not the model, no.

- Let's have some fun.

- No, I'm not the model.

- Yeah!

- I'm not the model.

- Come on.

- We're done.

We're done.

- You're right, we'll head off.

But first give me the money.

- Oh, crap, serious?

- Right now.

- Come on.

- Oh, what a night for our Sander and Zack.

Gone was the camera, the clothes off their back.

But what happened next was an unforseen pleasure:

The union of hearts and two friends for good measure.

- I¡m sorry.

- I could have just modeled for you.

- I didn't think you'd want to.

- I look good naked.

- I know.

You really would have modeled for me?

- I would have done a lot more if you'd asked.

- I thought I didn't have anything that turned you on.

- You are as cute as you are stupid, you know that?

- My father's leaving tonight for two weeks.

You can stay with me until we figure this out.

I'm going to the airport to drop him off, and I'll be

bringing Mallory back.

Can you stay out of trouble for a few hours?

Without your camera, I don't want you falling back into old

habits like looking in people's windows.

Got it?

- But Zack didn't listen.

He looked in with glee,

Never expecting the sight he would see.

["Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy")

Zack couldn't believe it!

He couldn't conceive

How his friends could betray him;

What web they did weave.

- Are you sure he saw us?

- I'm sure.

- I feel bad.

- Serves him right.

- I can't believe he watched me with Dakota.

- The pastor's son is a very naughty boy.

But I still love him, so we should go down.

- What a trick they had played

On the reeling young Zack;

A lesson, they thought,

Would help put him on track.

- Where could he be?

- I don't even know.

This is crazy.

- With nowhere to go,

And feeling disturbed,

That's when, without looking,

He stepped off of the curb.

- Oh, my god!

- I'll call 911.

- This is, I fear, how our story must end,

With the untimely death of our quirky young friend.

- Dad?

I just ran over Zack.

Zack.

What?

Yeah, the car's fine.

- "But wait, something's missing!"

I hear you all quibble.

But, really no moral is here for to nibble.

There must be a moral,

Oh a moral must be!

A story of woe needs a reason, you see!

For inside the darkness, there must be a light,

Or else who's to know who was wrong, who was right?

If a moral must be, the affair is conceit.

One must look both ways before crossing the street.

- Hey, don't look at me.

I don't write these things.

At least Zack avoided a trip to the cemetery.

Unfortunately, the same can't be said for everyone

in our next story.

It's a peaceful day in this long-forgotten cemetery.

A few yards away lies the body of 18-year-old Thomas Riley,

hastily buried in a large packing crate,

one year ago to this day.

Tonight, he'll awaken to pay a visit to a dear friend,

giving this friend a chance to redeem himself in a plot

involving tasty revenge.

Whether this visit is in body or spirit is for you to

decide, as we bring you our story,

"The Way to a Man's Heart."

- Hey, Thomas.

Just figured I'd come by.

I wanted to tell you how much I...

How much we all miss you.

Just want you to know that...

I wish I could have done more to help.

I didn't know what I could do.

I was so stupid.

You know, not a single god damn day goes by...

If I'd just tried harder, I could have saved your life.

That's what goes on in my head.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Thomas.

I just hope one day you can forgive me.

Anyway, I miss you.

Oh...

This is for you.

You see?

Deep down really does care.

- What's going on in that half-breed head of yours?

- I saw you went to the cemetery this afternoon.

- I came straight here from work.

I didn't go to no cemetery.

- There was rose and a picture of Thomas on his grave.

I thought it might be--

- A good waste of a rose?

That'd be right.

Thomas is dead.

- I know Thomas is dead, Kevin.

A year ago, today.

- A year ago, this morning.

I was there.

I cleaned up the goddamn mess, remember?

- Told him that we all missed him.

- Whatever eases your conscience.

- You still don't give a damn, do you?

- That little asshole took his own life.

End of story.

- You don't feel remotely responsible?

- Do you?

You have something to say?

- Let's just go, Kevin.

- Whatever you hold me responsible for, I never once tried

to keep him from leaving, or begged him to stay.

- He was 17 years old.

He had nobody else.

Where was he supposed to go?

You knew.

You knew he'd come right back.

- Why don't you just let me listen to the music, pal?

Is there a reason why you came by tonight?

Other than to pick a fight?

- I didn't come here to pick a fight, Kevin.

I just thought you might be want to be alone tonight.

That's all.

- Who said anything about being alone?

- Thanks for the beer.

Are you expecting company

- It's just my girlfriend, Miss Helmer.

She's not gonna stay long.

- You keep it down in there.

- We will.

We're just gonna talk.

- I don't care if you fuck.

Just keep it down.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Hey, baby. - Hey.

I like Mrs. Helmer.

- I think she just likes to listen.

- I heard that.

- What's that?

- A little something to celebrate the anniversary.

- Is that really something we should be celebrating?

- Us being together for a year and a half?

- Yeah.

Happy anniversary, baby.

- Dumb shit.

- Speaking of that, let's put on some music.

- Sounds like a good idea.

- So what is this?

- Cabernet sauvignon.

- Isn't that expensive?

- Not really.

But I can afford it tonight.

Some really sexy guy gave me a very generous tip tonight

at the club.

- Yeah?

- Mmm hmm.

- I don't think I like the sound of that.

- What's wrong?

- Usually a guy like that has something else on his mind.

- I hope so.

How long's it take you to shower, buddy

Apply soap to the body.

Rinse.

Done deal.

That's alright.

Take your time.

Look, I'm sorry, but I gotta get.

I have a test to study for tomorrow, so maybe next--

Maybe I can stay a little longer.

What gives?

You weren't kidding were you?

Candy colored clown.

You know, Blue Velvet?

David Lynch?

Maybe it's a good thing anyway.

You're fucked up enough as it is.

Think this is weird, but if this is what I have to do to get you in bed...

- I went to the cemetery today.

- That was you?

Thank you.

Oh, man.

You're so beautiful.

- So are you.

- Shayla, you almost there?

- Oh, my goodness, a long time ago.

- Fuck!

Why didn't you say something?

- What's wrong, babe?

I thought you knew.

You know my body better than I do.

- You're lucky, missy.

My husband would blow his load, roll over,

and start snoring.

I had to take care of business myself.

- Goodnight, Miss Helmer.

- For somebody it is, anyway.

- Oh, good God!

I always thought she was brushing her teeth.

- It ain't over 'till it's over.

- It's over for Thomas.

- Stace.

- Way too soon.

- Is that's what's been bothering you these past few days?

Gotta let it go.

- I just stood there.

Baby, I just stood there and did nothing.

- I said we were having dinner at six.

Then why isn't the garlic bread ready?

- I told you the oven isn't heating properly.

I'm sorry.

How about you eat the fucking spaghetti

Clean that up.

- I just stood there, and I did nothing.

- But what could you do?

I mean, what could any of us do?

If we said anything or tried to stop it, Thomas would just

get beaten later for it.

- He was so innocent.

- You better not break the yolk this time,

hear me, goddamnit?

- We didn't even give him a proper burial.

Jesus, we put him in a wooden box

into somebody else's grave.

No one's even gonna know he existed.

- We will.

Each year, on this day, we'll celebrate his memory.

I promise you, he won't be forgotten.

- When I save enough money,

I'm gonna go give him a proper burial.

- Kevin would never allow it.

Think, Stacy.

You'd both end up in jail.

- We didn't kill him.

At least, not physically.

- Yes, but you can't just bury someone without

reporting their death.

- I don't care anymore.

Thomas deserves better.

- He does, but he's resting in peace now.

Just let him rest in peace.

- Ah!

- Who's this?

- It's nobody.

Put it back.

- He's too hot to be nobody.

- It's just a picture that came with the frame.

- Speaking of which, how we doing back there, sport?

- If

you'd

just

shut

the

fuck

up!

- Didn't mean to scare you.

- Jesus!

Thomas...

Is that you?

- In the flesh.

No pun intended.

- Fuck, I must be dreaming.

- Then just go with it.

- Where is Shayla?

- She left.

Thank her for the flower for me.

- I will.

- Do you mind?

- Go for it.

Please.

- So I'm guessing you're wondering why I'm here.

I want you to help me take my revenge.

- Revenge?

What do you want me to do?

- Right now?

Nothing.

- Yeah, I've done enough of that.

- Nothing yet.

But when I come back, get ready to dig a hole.

- Thomas?

- What the hell is this?

- What does it look like?

Hello, Kevin.

- I...

I must be dreaming.

- You are.

Just go with it.

Are you hungry?

- Why are you here?

- I asked you a question first.

- Oh, I don't know.

- Sure you are.

You're always hungry.

Look, eggs over easy, just how you like them.

But I've got something better.

- Oh, this is good.

How'd you learn to make this?

- You haven't tasted anything yet, sweetie.

Try some of this.

- Mmm.

This is amazing.

Why couldn't you do this when you were...

- When I was alive?

- Yes.

- Let's not worry about that right now.

Here.

Have some more steak.

Open wide.

- Mmm, God, I'm ready for dessert.

- I thought you'd never ask.

Satisfied?

- Why did you come?

- I came, Kevin, because I wanted to make you happy.

If only for once.

If only in a dream.

- Oh, God, is it?

Why did you do all this?

- In life, I could never make you happy.

I did everything you ever asked.

I gave you great sex.

I took your abuse.

I did the things I never wanted to do for money,

but it was never enough.

But it wasn't until death that I realized

my mother was right.

- Your mother?

- She said the only way to a man's heart

is through his stomach.

Hello, Stacy.

- What did you do?

- It's just a dream, you know.

I have something for you.

- Oh, God.

Oh my God!

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin!

Please...

Kevin please pick up!

Kevin, Kevin, dammit, pick up!

Please!

- Poor Stacy Evans has had a night to remember.

But was he really visited from beyond the grave?

Or did Stacy act alone, riddled with guilt for not doing

enough to protect Thomas from Kevin.

The answers to these questions, we may never know.

- Thank you, my friend.

I knew I could count on you.

- Or, maybe we will,

as we say goodnight from Eroddity.

I'm Cory Tyndall.

Until next time.

Traducción: Raulossa ** www.avenidalibertad.es **

Transcripción y tiempos: Leonnos Ripeo: Cinegayorg