This story concerns teenage gay males who are involved in sexual situations. If it is illegal for you to read such stories, or if you do not like to read such stories, please leave now.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This is my second submission to Nifty. This is a continuation of “Kiel’s Story” which was last posted on 7/24/06. It is not necessary to read “Kiel’s Story” before reading this, but it may help you understand where the character relationships started. Any comments or questions are welcome at:

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Tim and the Corsair

by Carl Holiday

Chapter 10 – Dear Diary, Part 2

Feb. 1, 1965

Dear Jeff,

I’ve got to get out of here. I created a monster when I got Donny into having guy sex. I swear he’s worse than Stevie and even Kiel from what Geoff told me. Donny fucks, that’s all. He doesn’t care about how I feel or whether I get off or not. More often than not he forces me to submit to him.

And, those people who are supposed to be my Mom and Dad won’t do anything about it. I tell them what he’s doing is practically the same thing as rape and they say only girls can be raped. Sex between boys is unnatural and whatever sexual acts are going on between Donny and me are not their concern. And, they think they’re my Mom and Dad. My real parents were bad, but these people make them look normal.

But, tonight Donny added something different, something new to his meager repertoire. Tonight Donny beat me up. He slugged me and slapped me around, before throwing me to the floor and fucking me. He used lube, but I think that was only because he’s used to using it. I hate to think what might happen if he figures out he doesn’t need it.

I’ll have a black eye in the morning and my lip is swollen. I didn’t get a bloody nose, but I’m sure that will happen one of these days. I’ll have to go to school looking like this and some of the kids are going to wonder. I’ll have to lie about what happened. That’s expected here in Lifeboat. They saved us from the rough outside world, so therefore, that world cannot exist in Lifeboat.

I miss Geoff more and more every day. I got a chance to talk to Pop Dilmon, but found out he’s just like all the other people around here. He said he was going to have to talk to his kids about telling lies.

Feb. 27, 1965

Dear Jeff,

I was out watching Donny work on his truck today and I saw a small black plastic box bolted to the firewall. It looked like it had been added recently. I asked Donny about it and he said all vehicles in Lifeboat had one of those. I asked him what it was and he said I asked too many questions. I think it’s some sort of radio transmitter so they can tell if you’re straying too far. I wonder what would happen if the box was removed from the truck.

Last night I was totally not in the mood for another beating or another fuck from Donny, so I fought back. I got in a few lucky punches, including one way done in his groin, but he grabbed my hand, wrenched it behind my back and forced me to the door jamb. I didn’t know what he was going to do. I was trying to kick him to get away, but he pressed the middle of my forearm against the jamb then pushed really hard on my wrist. The fuckhead broke my arm! God it hurt like hell and I screamed as loud as I could.

Dad came up to see what we were doing, which is totally out of character for him. He just doesn’t give a fuck what Donny does to me. But, last night, when he saw my arm he punched Donny so hard he fell down. Then he grabbed me by my good arm and practically threw me down the stairs.

The doctor looked at my arm, x-rayed it, and put it into a cast. Then he asked me what happened. I told him to put down whatever he wanted because I couldn’t tell him what actually happened because it was against Lifeboat rules to say that someone purposefully hurt another Lifeboat resident. He looked at me weird like, then he said I could go. He and Dad had a talk while I waited out in the car.

I’ve got to figure a way to get out of here. There has to be some flaw in their security. There has to be.

Mar. 13, 1965

Dear Jeff,

Donny tried to break my other arm last night. I guess he was getting so horny from not getting any, he decided to break my other arm. Before he was able to get me to the jamb, I got lucky and was able to knee him in the nuts. Damn it looked good to see him on the floor, so I kicked him in the groin just to ensure he wasn’t going to get up anytime soon.

Then I packed up you, some clothes and other shit and went down to Mom and Dad’s bedroom. I told them I was going out to the Dilmon ranch for my own safety. I was not going to stay under their roof a night longer with Donny there. I told them what happened and walked out the door.

It was snowing, but I didn’t care. I was mad. A Lifeboat cop picked me up about a half mile out of town. I only had another two or three miles and I probably could’ve made it. He wanted to know what I was doing out in the snow and I told him I was running away from home and going to live with the Dilmons if they would have me. He gave me a ride.

Mom or Dad, probably Dad, must have called Mom and Pop Dilmon because they had their front porch light on and were waiting with a warm cup of cocoa. Damn they are so nice. They put me up with Patty, the girl who wants to be my girlfriend. They figured it was safe since I was gay and probably wasn’t going to try anything with their daughter.

About an hour after we were supposed to be asleep, Patty came over to my bed and gave me a blow job. It was okay, but nothing like what Geoff does to me. I asked her why she did it and she said that’s what girlfriends are supposed to do for their boyfriends. She said she’d rip my nuts off if I tried to fuck her, even in the backdoor. We kissed for a little bit. Then she snuggled down beside me and we went to sleep.

This morning Pop Dilmon took me out to the barn for a good talk. Anyway, that’s what he said he was going to do. He told me Donny was gone. I asked where and he said a Lifeboat crew came in and removed him. Then he said that from now on I was not to mention his name again. It would be as if Donny never lived in Lifeboat. I asked where he was going and Pop Dilmon said Donny would be placed in a more structured environment where he could live up to his potential without the risk of harming others. Then he apologized for Dad’s behavior toward me and said I was welcome to continue living at their farm. Then he said if I wanted to have sex with a guy, he’d arrange to have someone brought in. I guess sort of like a prostitute. I told him I was going to try celibacy for a while, but would let him know if my hand was getting tired. He laughed and told me to switch hands. Then he gave me a list of my chores. It was long, but a lot of them will be with Patty. I think they know she likes me. I wonder what will happen if they find out she’s sucking my cock (she did it again this morning).

Mar. 28, 1965

Dear Jeff,

Okay, so I’ve got a girlfriend. We sleep in the same bed. She sucks my cock whenever we make out, at night before we go to sleep, in the morning if she wakes up before I do, and any other time we’re alone and I’m not paying enough attention to her. Now, she wants me to fuck her like a guy. That’s what she says, “fuck me in the guy hole.” I do not want to fuck Patty. Are all the kids in Lifeboat raving sexual maniacs? I mean, I practically have to hide in a closet just to jack off and imagine Geoff is right there rubbing his boner against me.

Everyone at school thinks Patty and I are dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend, two peas in a pod. Guys in gym ask me if she’s put out. They know I’m gay. Everyone in Lifeboat knows Jimmy Walker is gay, but everyone is waiting with baited breath for when I stick Little Timmy into Patty’s dick hole. Well, I’m sorry but there are places this guy’s dick is not meant to go and that hole between a Patty’s legs is one of them.

Yesterday, I was down at the grocery store with Mom (Dilmon) and a big truck came in with lettuce, tomatoes, and a bunch of other vegetables. A Lifeboat cop car sort of followed it in and when the truck left, the cop car followed it out of town. Well, I definitely can’t get out on a truck.

I miss Geoff. Even if he’s got a new boyfriend, I still miss him. I want his arms around me. We don’t have to have sex, I just want his arms around me, his lips on mine. I want to smell him.

I miss Geoff.

April 2, 1965

Dear Jeff,

Well, I think I’ve gotten away from Lifeboat.

Yesterday when I was at school this kid from one of the ranches came up to me and said he was a friend of Donny. That told me right off this wasn’t a Lifeboat kid. He was from one of the real ranches out past the boundary of Lifeboat. He told me my days were numbered. He said he was going to take me out and fuck the shit out of me then shoot me in the dick with a shotgun. This kid sounded serious.

Well, I knew I had to get out, but I still didn’t know how I was going to do it. So, I took a walk to think.

I ended up walking about three miles down the valley along this trail. It was definitely a trail that was used by people, but I’d never seen it before. Of course, it was on the other side of Lifeboat where I’d never gone, but it seemed strange that it was obviously used often. Then I came to this rather substantial foot bridge across a creek. I stopped in the middle of the bridge and looked down in the water. There were three big trout swimming down there, just keeping with the current. I wondered if they knew of a way to get out of Lifeboat.

Then I saw this car pull up other the other side of the bridge. I didn’t even know there was a road over there, but up an embankment there was this car sitting there with its engine idling. My first Lifeboat Dad got out and started walking toward me. He didn't look happy to see me.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Watching the trout,” I said. I didn’t say, “trying to figure out how to get the fuck away from this prison camp,” because I figured he wouldn’t see the joke.

“No, what are you doing here?”

“Standing on the bridge, I took a walk, I needed to think about stuff.”

“Yeah, well Patty showed us your diary last night, you little shit.”

“I was wondering when the Gestapo were going to invade my privacy,” I said, turning back to watch the trout. I should have known she was faking it. He grabbed me by the arm.

“Listen you stupid fucker, no one threatens the safety of Lifeboat, you want out of here, well, mister smart stuff, you’re getting out of here.”

“Where are you taking me?” Okay, I was scared. This dickhead had me by the arm and it hurt like shit.

“You’re going to another Lifeboat location where you can be watched a little more carefully. Luckily, you won’t have to worry about anything to your dying day. You’re Lifeboat Permanent, now.”

I suppose he thought I was going to go willingly. Well, I struggled, but the fucker was strong. For a shopkeeper, he had muscles and knew how to use them. I had to figure something out soon because I knew if he got me up to the car, I was a goner. So, we’re going up the embankment and I got a lucky knee into his groin. He wasn’t expecting it. He wasn’t expecting my boot into his face, either. He was down and he wasn’t going anywhere. I searched his pockets and found the keys and his wallet. I took the money. I moved, maybe a half foot, and a bullet thuds into the ground where I’d been standing. I looked up to the hill where I’d seen that guy with the rifle. I ran for the car. A bullet went through the window beside me and through the floorboard between my feet, missing me by inches.

I got the car started and I headed away from Lifeboat. I took the first side road I came to because I knew the Lifeboat cops would be after me, if not some Lifeboat crew. I’m went up that road and I came to a crossroad. One sign pointed north and said Lifeboat, Missoula. The other pointed south and said Billings. Since it didn’t say Lifeboat, I turned south. And, then I saw the fucker who threatened me. He was standing beside his beat up pickup. It looked like he’d just picked up the mail for mommy and was getting ready to go home. I sped by him, just clipping him. In the rearview mirror, I saw him fly up and land on the hood of his pickup. Yeah, I hurt him and I was glad.

Anyway, I guess I got away. I took a lot of side roads, staying off the main highways as much as possible. I ran out of gas out in the middle of nowhere, but some nice farmer gave me a ride. I was in Idaho Falls, Idaho. I found the bus station and spent most of the money I had buying a bus ticket to Seattle. I had about two hours before the bus left.

Then this woman came up to me and said, “Didn’t I see you in a lifeboat somewhere?”

I looked at her and she smiled with that “we’ve got you now, you little shit” smile. I got up and went into the men’s room. After a while, I looked out and she was over by the front door. I slipped out the back and started walking as fast as I could away from the bus station. I didn’t know where I was going, but I wasn’t going on a lifeboat.

I don’t know how I found my way out to the main highway. There was a big truck parked beside a small store. I was just looking at the truck when the driver came up and put his big hairy hand on my shoulder. I just about shit.

“Big truck isn’t it?” He said.

I just kind of nodded.

“Like to go for a ride?”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Climb on up there and I’ll show you the moon over Nevada.”

So, I went over to the passenger side and he followed me. I reached up and started to climb and I felt his hand on my butt.

“Nice ass, kid, I think we’re going to have fun.”

About five miles out of town he was doing about sixty, then he pulled out his dick, which wasn’t that much, and said, “Suck it and I’ll take you a couple hundred miles.”

So, Jeff, I’m out of Lifeboat in a truck headed who knows where with a trucker who likes boys. If we get close to North Park, I’m cutting his dick off and hitching the rest of the way.