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Tim and the Corsair
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 13 – Dear Diary, Part 3
Apr. 9, 1965
Dear Jeff,
As
the saying goes, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Charlie is
definitely
interested in only one thing: What I’m going to do to get him off.
That’s all
he thinks about. That’s all he talks about. I’ve been with him a week
and I
have yet to have a day off from doing something to make him come.
And,
we’re not getting any closer to North Park. We
headed south out of
Idaho Falls to Salt
Lake City then down to Albuquerque
where a friend, Davey, from the Army, lived.
Last night
when we arrived, they took me into a room and nearly beat the shit out
of me.
Then they tied me to a bed and fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.
They were
drinking whiskey or some shit and then started shooting up. They got
really
whacked out. Then they passed out.
I
was lying face down on the bed and couldn’t get free, but I kept
working the
knots trying to figure a way out of my predicament. I was tied pretty
good, or
so I thought, but the knot on my left hand had been tied by Davey and
it was
kind of loose. I couldn’t see that well, but I kept jiggling the rope
and
suddenly it came undone. I quickly untied the other knots and tried to
figure
out what I was going to do.
I
had to get out of there, but where then?
Charlie
and Davey were lying on the floor completely passed out so I put my
clothes on
and started to look for money and a weapon. If I was going to hitch
back to North Park I was going to need a
weapon. After
searching the house, I found well
over a thousand dollars, enough junk to open a pharmacy, two .38
caliber
pistols, a .45 caliber automatic, a fancy sharp as hell switchblade
knife, and
some skewers for making shish kabobs.
I
took only $200 of the money, mostly because anymore would make me a
likely
target for some wacko. I also took the knife because it was easy to
conceal. I
figured if Charlie was like any other trucker out there, I’d better
have a
little protection.
The
skewers were for payback! I took them into the room where the men were
still
passed out. They were both lying on their backs. I took a skewer and
shoved it
into Charlie’s ball sack and forced it into the wood floor. He didn’t
even
whimper. I did the same thing to Davey. I thought about cutting their
dicks
off, but had an even better idea. I went outside and found a pile of
dog shit
crawling with flies. I picked some up and went back into the room.
Using the
knife, I knicked their dicks in a couple or three places so that they
were
bleeding only a little bit. Then smeared the dog shit over their dicks.
The
flies swarmed onto them. Hopefully, both of will end up infected and
have to
have their dicks amputated. Or, better yet, the flies will lay eggs in
the
wounds and maggots will eat their dicks. I didn’t wanted them to die,
just
suffer like I did.
I
went back outside and flattened all of the tires on Charlie’s truck and
Davey’s
old Buick.
I
figured I had about twelve hours head start if they were going to come
looking
for me. I know I would have come looking for me if my balls had been
skewered
to the floor and dog shit spread over my dick.
I
hitched a ride out to Interstate 40 where I found a truck stop. He said
his name was
Bill and said he goes up to Seattle
all the time. We’re heading for LA first.
Apr.
18, 1965
Dear
Jeff,
Bill
likes to fuck. That’s all he likes. I tried to give him a blowjob right
off the
bat and he slapped the shit out of me. Then he pulled over to the side
of the
road and fucked me hard.
“A
man’s cock goes two places, an ass, or a pussy,” he said as he put
himself back
together and started up the truck. “We’ll get along just fine if you
remember
that.”
The
good thing is he doesn’t like to fuck all that often; and, if there’s a
girl
around who’ll do him, I don’t have to. I suppose that makes him a good
guy.
We
went to LA, then up to Vegas, then back to LA, then up to Bakersfield
where we picked up a load going to Reno.
Bill
decided he wanted to go out to one of the ranches and get laid. He
asked me if
I wanted to do it with a girl and I told him no. He gave me the
funniest look
like he didn’t believe I could actually prefer a dick to a cunt.
Anyway,
I was sitting out in the truck waiting for him when this girl comes out
of the
house with a bottle of Coke. She held it up to the window as if it was
for me.
I opened the door and got out.
Her
name is Candi. She says she’s eighteen, but I think she’s younger, or
she tries
really hard to look younger. She invited me in for what she called a
“freebie”.
She said I was too young to pay. Then I figured out she was going to
let me
fuck her. I told her I wasn’t interested.
“Don’t
tell me you’re queer,” Candi said. “Mama is looking for a queer to help
around
here. Too bad you have to ride around with your daddy because you could
make
good money working for Mama.”
“Bill
isn’t my daddy,” I said. “He’s taking me up to Seattle
where I live.”
“Well,
then, come on. You need to meet Mama, she likes boys.”
So,
I’m doing the laundry, cleaning up, helping with the cooking, and
serving
drinks to the customers in exchange for a roof over my head. When I
first
talked to Mama she said there was the chance I might have to allow a
john into
my room, but she said that didn’t happen all that much. She said she’d
let me
keep whatever I made over and above the standard rate. I was young, so
she said
she could charge big bucks.
I
guess I’ve ended up as prostitute, anyway. At least they’re nice here
and don’t
slap me around. All the girls are trying to get me to fuck them. It’s a
game we
play. I told them to strap on a dildo and they could fuck me anytime
they
wanted.
Candi
is lying on my bed right now as I finish writing this. She’s got on a
nine inch
latex with a clit stimulator all lubed up and ready. I think she wants
us to
kiss, too. I guess its okay, but I miss Geoff a lot. I really do miss
him. I’d
prefer having his dick up my ass.
Apr.
29, 1965
Dear
Jeff,
Well,
I suppose it was bound to happen. Candi has been sent down to Vegas to
work for
the escort service. Mama came into “my” room and saw Candi fucking me
with the
dildo. She totally flipped out and wouldn’t talk to me for three days.
Yesterday afternoon a car came to take Candi and then Mama had a
meeting.
The
girls will not engage in any sexual activities with me. Period. No
discussion.
Period.
The
girls will not try to coerce me into participating in any sexual
activities
with any of them. Period. No discussion. Period.
This
is a business. We sell pleasurable communion between the customers and
the
working staff. Off duty sexual activity must be approved by Mama,
unless it
involves sex between the girls.
From
this day forward, I will be considered a full employee and must be
willing to
entertain customers to their liking within the limits set down by Mama
or
Little Johnny, who sometimes sits in for Mama. (Little Johnny is a lot
Little
John from Robin Hood. He’s about six foot seven and weighs about three
hundred
fifty and that isn’t all flab. He can shove an unruly customer through
a wall
if need be to make a point. He’s done it. It isn’t pretty.) (Little
Johnny
likes me to suck his dick, but only asks when Mama isn’t around. She
seems to
think I need protecting.) (Little Johnny also works the weirder side of
the
business, serving those customers who need to get beat up to have an
orgasm.)
Last
night Little Johnny took me into Reno
to service a john at his home. It seems the
wife and
kiddies were over in Sacramento
visiting grandma and grandpa and he was
looking for a
boy. He’s been a regular customer of the ranch for many years, but
every now
and then likes to have a boy spend the night with him. Kind of like a
sleepover.
I
hadn’t been in his house for three minutes before he’s down on his
knees
pulling my pants down. He was a good cocksucker. When I finally came,
after
purposefully holding back for as long as I could, he sprayed my come
all over
his face. Weird. Then he ordered pizza and he took me to a movie. He
groped me
in the theatre.
When
we got home he gave me a bath in the tub with kiddy bubble bath. Then
we went
to bed in his son’s bedroom. After the lights had been out for maybe
half an
hour, the guy is on top of me with his dick between my thighs. He came
in about
a minute. Then he apologized for doing that. Weird.
The
next morning I wake up and he’s rimming me. When he figured I was awake
he
stuck his dick in my ass using only spit. He went real slow so it
didn’t hurt
that much. He fucked me for like five or ten minutes. It was a long
time and he
went slow. Just before he came, he pulled out and jacked off onto my
back. Then
he licked the come off me. Weird.
And,
all this is happening in his son’s room. I figured this guy really
needed to
have a good father-son chat with his boy. Then I saw the kid’s picture.
He’s in
a wheelchair. There was a car accident. His dad was driving. It was his
dad’s
fault. The kid’s older brother was killed and he was paralyzed. Dad had
to go
to prison for three years.
I
don’t know why he told me this shit. I didn’t feel sorry for him. He’d
been
drinking. He killed his oldest boy. You can’t feel sorry for a dickhead
like
that, but as an employee of the ranch I can do just about anything,
including
holding the bastard when he started crying as he told me what happened.
He
gave me six one hundred dollar bills. Mama let me keep one of them in
my escape
fund, whatever that is.
May
3, 1965
Dear
Jeff,
The
word got around town there was a boy out at the ranch. I’ve been busier
than
hell sucking cock, getting fucked, and being a little boy. Some of the
johns
like little boys to play with. I guess it brings back good memories of
the
neighborhood when the kiddies got together to jack off and snicker at
Billy’s
little dick. That’s kind of fun.
Then
a john spanked me for being naughty. I told Mama I was going to take a
hike if
there was going to be anymore spanking. She had Little Johnny inform
the
gentleman that spanking was not an approved practice at the ranch. I
guess he
told Little Johnny what he could do to himself and Little Johnny
practically
ripped the guy’s dick off, plus gave him a number of bruises where he
didn’t
want them. Mama said he’ll be back. A young kid’s ass is too tempting.
I
miss Geoff a lot. I still have his picture even after all I’ve been
through.
Mama asked me the other day who it was and I told her about him. I told
her
everything. I guess once you get going when you’re talking to her, you
can’t
stop. She really is like a real mother in some ways. I’ve been calling
myself
Jeff Johnson because I didn’t know if the Lifeboat crews were still
looking for
me (Mama said they were looking for a Jimmy Walker or a Tim Chambers.
She knows
them and says they’ll keep looking for a long time. She doesn’t like
them. Of
course, Mama is on the wrong side as far as Lifeboat is concerned.
They’ve probably
rescued a few of Mama’s girls, thinking they’re doing them a favor.)
and I
didn’t know if those pornographers were looking for me (Mama said I’m
off the
hook on that one, though there does seem to be what she calls an open
contract
on my life, but since the guys who are going to pay are in government
custody,
there shouldn’t be much of a problem with that. Mama also said she knew
my
family. Ronny was always stopping at the ranch when he was in Reno.
Ronny liked boys, too.).
On
May Day, Little Johnny took me up to Lake Tahoe
to the
home of a Baptist preacher. Seems the guy was having a little party for
a bunch
of preachers in the area and thought some boys might liven up the
proceedings.
What a bunch of hypocrites! At least I got to meet some of the hustlers
from Reno and a boy from
another ranch who I guess is
my
competition. He’s skinny and looks like there’s something wrong with
him, like
he’s sick or something. Little Johnny told me later the kid isn’t being
taken
care of and has the clap everywhere on and in his body, plus a couple
other
things wrong with him. He was popular with the preachers, though. I
guess they
like skinny boys. Mostly, I mixed drinks and rolled joints. I think I
sucked
one preacher and one of the hustlers took a liking to me. I let him
fuck me. He
used a condom. They were all trying to be careful since Typhoid Mary
was at the
party. I guess they knew about the kid, too.
Yesterday,
Charlie and Davey showed up at the door. I was working back in the
kitchen
making sandwiches when I saw them in the parlor talking to Mama. Then
they
left. Mama sent Little Johnny out to watch them leave. After they’d
gone, I
went out to talk to Mama. She said they were looking for me, but she
said I was
older and didn’t fit their description. She said they wanted to see me.
She
told them that it cost five hundred dollars to go into my room. They
said they
just wanted to see me. She told them, again, it cost five hundred
dollars to go
into my room. She’s going to have some people watch them until they’re
out of
town. If they cause any problems, Mama said she’ll have Little Johnny
cut off
their dicks and leave them in the desert for the vultures.
Last
night Little Johnny drove me down to Carson City
to spend the night with a john in a hotel
room. The
guy was from Billings and
comes down to Carson City
to gamble and have a little fun. He had some
grass he
said he grew on his ranch in Montana.
It was really good stuff. We smoked joints
and I
sucked his cock a couple times. When we went to bed he told me to fuck
him. He
had me use a condom because he didn’t want some other john’s dirty dick
messing
up his asshole. In the morning, I climbed up on top of him and we
shared joint
with him stuffed in my ass. He gave me seven hundred and an extra bill
for a
tip. I gave it all to Mama. You don’t hold out on Mama. You’ll end up
taking a
ride into the desert with Little Johnny and you won’t be riding in the
front
seat.
I
miss Geoff and I want to go home. When I got back this morning I told
Mama I
wanted to go home. She said I still had to work off what I owed her. I
asked
her what that was. She said not to worry, she’d let me know when it was
okay
for me to go. I went to my room.
Little
Johnny came in, didn’t even knock. He slapped me really hard. He told
me he
thought we were friends. I said we were. He slapped me, again. He said
friends
didn’t run out on each other. He slapped me, again. I started to cry. I
don’t
cry. I got over crying a long time ago. He slapped me, again. I was
crying at
his feet, begging him not to slap me, again. He picked me up to where
my face
was even with his. He stared at me. I tried to smile. He said he was
going to
fuck me.
We
went up to Donner Lake.
I guess that’s where he lives. He has a
cabin on the
lake. It’s pretty there. He told me to take off my clothes. When I did,
he told
me to take off his. When I finished undressing him he was hard. He put
on a
condom. He said he didn’t trust my ass. Then he leaned me against the
dining
table and fucked me. It wasn’t a fun fuck, but I could look out the
sliding
glass doors at the lake. There was a boat out there. A guy was fishing.
When
Little Johnny came he pulled right out and cleaned my ass with a
tissue. I
stood up and turned around. He punched me so hard in the face I passed
out.
I
woke up about an hour ago. I’m back at the ranch. I don’t know how I
got back.
My door is locked. I can’t get out. The whole left side of my face is
bruised.
I guess the party is over. I guess I’m going to have to figure a way of
getting
out of here.
I
miss Geoff and I want to go home.
May
13, 1965
Dear
Jeff,
My
sentence has come to an end. My door is unlocked and I can roam the
house
freely. There is no use going outside as we’re miles from anywhere I
could
catch a ride. I’m stuck here until I can come up with a way out.
Mama
is cold to me. Little Johnny mostly ignores me. The other girls keep
their
distance. I think I’m alive only because they didn’t kill me right off;
or,
quite possibly, Little Johnny didn’t take me out into the desert when
Mama told
him.
I
work nearly every day now. There seems to be no end to the number of
adult men
who want an hour or so with a young boy willing to do things in the
comfort of
a bed. Many of them are married, which makes me wonder if I’m
satisfying some
urge they can’t explore with their sons. A lot of them are preachers of
some
sort.
My
last customer this afternoon was a priest from over by Sacramento.
He was older, probably close to sixty, I
guess.
Grandfatherly. Gentle. Had trouble getting it up and keeping it up.
Couldn’t
stay hard enough to fuck me, but I guess I satisfied him because he
gave me a
hundred dollar tip. He said he’d be back now that he knew I was here.
He said I
reminded him of an altar boy he knew many years ago who died in Italy
during the war. I asked him what the boy did
for him.
He said everything. He said, “Billy was the best altar boy I ever had.
He liked
most lying on his back with his legs around me when I mounted him. He
pinched
my nipples.” I did that for him, but he couldn’t stay hard. I told him
not to
jack off for a few days before he came back. I blew him and stuck my
finger in
his ass. When he came the semen sort of oozed out of his dick. I felt
sorry for
him.