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Tim and the Corsair
Mark came home, to
that is, a week after almost dying. His mother and father brought him
to us. It
had been raining for three days and there was no sign of improvement on
horizon. Mother and Doctor Randall welcomed them into our living room.
of us, Sally, Scott, Johnny, and I, stayed in Sally’s room playing
Ladders. We kept the door cracked so we could eavesdrop, we didn’t want
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 14 – All is not Forgiven
clinical; in fact, more clinical than he usually sounded. From what he
saying, he figured Mark would be with us until the end of the school
using the group home as a transition back to his regular life. He
upbeat that Mark had confided in me that he hadn’t really tried to
suicide, but fell under Sam’s psychotic influence and did something he
not ever consider if he hadn’t thought he loved Sam.
I wanted to see
as everyone talked about him, acting like he was not even with them.
parents sounded like they didn’t know their son and hoped the son they
could return to them in six or seven weeks. I began to think Mark might
been drugged at the hospital and was simply running on body function
mind stayed comfortably subdued.
Then Mother started
about Mark’s room and how he could make it his own, just like at home
this was foremost a real home. She didn’t say it was Sam’s room. I
the good doctor told her not to mention Sam. And, then she said, “Come
let’s go to your room.”
They passed by
and actually Mr. Patterson was standing right outside, peeking through
crack at us. I could just see him smile. Then everything went crazy,
you’d expect in a group home for psychiatric patients.
“This is Sam’s
screamed. There was a sound, a heavy, dull thud. The sound someone
they fall to a carpeted floor in a house. Mark was crying. Not regular
crazy crying, incoherent babbling crying on and on about the room being
and Sam still being in there. Then suddenly he stopped.
“Geoff? Could you
with Mark?” Doctor Randall asked when he opened Sally’s door a little.
given him a sedative and we need to get him comfortable.”
“Sure,” I said.
Doctor Randall had the injection in his pocket ready to jab Mark if he
crazy on them. I could have told them he was going to go wacko, but who
Mr. Patterson and I
to his feet and helped him into the bedroom. He was still conscious
walk, but that was the extent of his physical abilities. When we sat
Sam’s bed I saw the revulsion in Mark’s eyes. There was just a flicker
awareness, but not enough to stop me from undressing him.
“Why don’t you guys
to the living room,” I said. “I’ll get him into bed. I’ve done this
Mrs. Patterson gave
oddest look. Then she looked at her husband, who looked at me
Was I inadvertently supplanting their authority? Or, was it something
“I’ll do it,” she
I shrugged and went
the room. Just as I stepped into Sally’s room I heard Mr. Patterson
son is not a homosexual. So, Arlene, I would appreciate it if your son
They didn’t know.
kept all of this a secret somehow. All the talk about Sam being one of
family wasn’t because they thought Mark and Sam were really,
love, they must have thought the boys were simply very close best
heard Mark start to whimper. Then there was nothing. Doctor Randall
given Mark an extra dose. I went up to my room.
I didn’t hate them.
friends. They had been friends, I thought. They were Mark’s parents. I
Mark. I took the quilt off my bed and balled myself into my favorite
didn’t want to think about being a homosexual. Someone to be feared. I
to be a little boy who had a friend who was hurting and I wanted to
him, but his parents wouldn’t let me touch him, lest I give him some
I don’t know how
long I lay
there listening to mind feel sorry for itself. I don’t know if I slept
I simply stayed under the quilt trying to be as small as I could.
Trying to be
as insignificant as possible. Trying not to be something my friend’s
“Honey? Are you
Mother’s voice intruded into my pity party. She pulled the quilt away
from my head.
“They’ve gone, okay?”
I didn’t say
anything. I felt
unclean, filthy, someone to be shunned. I wanted to cry, but that would
giving into to them. Letting them win. I was mad at me and them.
Mother said. I felt her hand on my face. It felt warm, soft,
made me feel good knowing she didn’t think I was some kind of leper who
I looked up into
She leaned down and kissed me. I pulled the quilt back over my head.
“I’ll be okay in a
bit,” I whispered.
“Do you want me to
“No, please, not
now. Please, Mother, could I just be left alone for a while longer?”
“Sure, honey.” I
hand on my shoulder. It gave me a little motherly squeeze and a soft
it lingered there, softly caressing me.
“Mother, you’re not
I said pulling the quilt away from my face. She was smiling. The smile
me whenever the world came crashing down on my head. The smile she gave
before I went crazy and I started to look for ways to kill myself. The
that says, “I know you’re homosexual and I love you. I will always love
I pulled the quilt
face so she couldn’t see the tears in my eyes.
I woke up in the
the night lying on my side with an erection slowly thrusting between my
an arm draped over my chest, and hot breath on my neck in the slow,
rhythm of sleep. By the size of the person, it could only have been
shut my eyes and went back to sleep.
When I awoke the
the erection was inside me, still slowly thrusting. The arm felt firm
chest and two fingers were doing a very good job on my right nipple.
Lips and a
tongue were busy on my neck.
I’m not done
yet,” Mark whispered between kisses. “I’ve missed you.”
And, his hand moved
my own hard-on and began to stroke it in rhythm to his own thrusts. I
eyes thinking back to a time when this seemed beyond my wildest dreams.
the football player, the jock, boyfriend of Monica, and now he was
waking me up
to a good slow fuck. You can’t get much more romantic than that when
sixteen and horny as hell.
I felt the familiar
my balls as my scrotum tightened and more blood was forced into my
cock. I felt
Mark’s cock change its rhythm to short quick thrusts and then it pulled
out before being thrust forcefully back in and his body stiffened
He pulled out again, then thrust back in. My own cock was going crazy
tightened his grip in response to his orgasm.
We lay there held
strong arms and my unwillingness to move. I didn’t care what his
thought, Mark was about as gay as you could get as far as I was
concerned. I’d know
for certain when I fucked him because if he came like he usually did
having my cock in his ass, well, you can’t get much gayer than that.
“I have to pee,” I
not wanting to end the wonderful feeling of being in Mark’s arms.
“So do I,” Mark
his cock twitched.
“Not in me you
don’t,” I said
pulling away from his still erect cock. “I’m not going to get a piss
“Ah, party pooper.”
“Pooper is right if
empty this bladder soon.”
He beat me to the
stood aside and let my stream join his. Other than the bandage around
and the yellowing bruises, he looked lovely.
“Hey, you two,
okay?” Johnny hollered from the shower.
“Oops, too late!”
hollered back as he pushed down the handle.
“Jesus Christ was
favorite son,” Johnny exclaimed stepping out of the shower. He looked
too. His cock was up. Obviously, we’d interrupted a very touching
“Do you want me to
of this?” Mark asked, kneeling down in front of Johnny and putting his
over the soap covered cock. “Oh, damn, why didn’t you rinse. You’re
rinse these things.”
He got up
spitting, and pushed Johnny back into the stall then followed him,
down under the showering water. He quickly rinsed off Johnny’s dick and
he resumed sucking, he said, “I’ve got the front, you can have the
He put his hands
Johnny grabbing the boy’s two melons. When he pulled them apart I saw
pucker, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get down on my knees and put
on that part. It didn’t matter if Johnny washed it or not. I couldn’t
I went back into my
shut the door. I sat on my bed waiting for the inevitable ribbing, the
the putting Geoff down. It didn’t matter though. I couldn’t do that. I
think I could ever do that to someone, even someone I loved dearly.
helped me with mine,” Mark said walking back into my room drying his
I grabbed my towel
back of the chair by the bookcase and passed him without acknowledging
presence. His hand grabbed a forearm and held me firmly. I didn’t turn
“Johnny told me you
like doing that,” Mark whispered in my ear. “It’s okay. I don’t like
“Like what?” I
to him. He did everything. What didn’t he like?
“Like telling my
gay,” Mark said, pulling me into his arms and hugging me tight against
was kissing my neck.
“Your secret is
me,” I said feeling his left hand descend toward my ass. “But, if you
me go, I’ll be late for school.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“Don’t sound so
have Doctor Randall to entertain you.”
“Oh, goody, I can’t
Just don’t be late coming home because I want that cock of yours up my
want to have one of those explosive orgasms you give me.”
Mark was definitely
parents didn’t have to worry about me being around him, he was doing
this on his own.
I don’t know why I
concerned about getting to school because it was a typical boring
turning in weekend homework; reestablishing my place in the cafeteria,
Dolphin Table suddenly became the “in” place for unattached females
lunch period; and, trying to get a good time on the first lap of the
track so I didn’t have to take an extra lap. The trick for me was not
to trip over
those itty-bitty cinder chips like I was prone to do.
What made this
was the anticipation of another wild sexual encounter with Mark. It
sounded like he was back to wanting my concentrated interest in giving
pleasure than he could handle. I floated through the day unable to pay
to much of anything. The only problem I was having, though, were the
erections I kept getting every time a memory of seeing Mark’s face when
released under me bathing both of us, the bed, and half the room with
Mostly, I thought of Mr. Patterson telling my mother I was to stay away
his son. That thought alone almost instantly knocked out an erection.
I practically ran
bus stop to the house. Johnny was trying to keep up with me, but he
after the second block. The back door was locked when I tried the
Doctor Randall wasn’t at home. That was good, but maybe Mark wasn’t
either, that was bad. I fumbled with my keys dropping them onto the
bending over to pick them up the magazines I checked out of the library
paper I was doing for American history fell out of my binder. When I
to pick them up my binder, math book, and a handout from biology spread
themselves across the porch, too. I tried to pick everything up at
spreading them out even worse. My cock was hard in anticipation to what
waiting for me inside. Then I felt a hand on my ass slip down between
“You’re making me
that,” Johnny said. “No one is home, so why are you in such a hurry.”
“Mark might be in
said. “He could be in there.”
“If he was, he’d
Yeah, Mark would
the door. Now, I was getting mad. All this hurrying and he isn’t there.
he wanted me like when we first started having sex. This was to be his
homecoming gift. This was going to be special for both of us.
Only, he wasn’t
plodded up the stairs to my room and started my homework. I heard a car
driveway, but it was only Scott’s ride from his school. Another car
but it was Sally coming home from her after school caregiver. And, then
I was busy
on my math problems. Not being particularly good at math, mostly
didn’t see any sense in it, I struggled through the problems. It was
numbers or symbols representing numbers. I’d taught myself calculus
when I was
nine, but there wasn’t anything there, either. Give me a foreign
especially something real foreign like Finnish or Basque and I was in
but math just never seemed to click.
I felt two hands on
shoulders. The grasp was firm. I glanced at my left shoulder. It was
“He’s gone,” he
father came this afternoon and took him to his brother’s.”
“Yeah, do you know
“Yeah, I know him.”
have said, “Yeah, he knew me in the Biblical sense,” but I didn’t think
good doctor would see the humor.
“I just wanted to
know it wasn’t my idea.” The hands squeezed my shoulders. Those were
Tears were in my
eyes, but I
didn’t want to turn around. It feels bad when you get it from people
you like. Mark’s parents just didn’t understand, but there was nothing
do to sway their minds. That was Mark’s job.
“Are you okay?”
“No, but I’ll get
over it. It
certainly isn’t something to die over. It’s just hard being me and
people hate me because of what I am, not who I am. You know?”
There was a final
squeeze. I was really beginning to like the doctor in dad mode. He was
very good at it. I kind of wish my dad had been good at it, instead of
me for what I am.
I sat there looking
math problems. They were all correct. They were always correct. I may
liked math, but I was still got all the answers right. There just
challenge, so I did sloppy work, didn’t turn in assignments, stupid
that. Trust me, you can be too smart for your own good.
Time seemed to drag
couldn’t think clearly about anything. My mind simply went on holiday,
me standing at the bus depot. Nothing made sense any more. All the
caused myself over Stevie’s death. Trying to jump off that stupid
about the stupidest thing I ever did, except for going out on that
again, after thinking Kiel and Tim were going together. Of course, the
was standing outside the railing on Jerry’s balcony. So close, and yet
All that stupid
for what? I was still as fucked up as ever, if not worse. I was pining
a boy who in all likelihood was dead, or worse. I thought I was in love
boy who until a few months ago was certain he was straight. And, his
took him out of a home where he is loved by all because they’re afraid
give their son the homosexual disease.
I was mad, but
nothing I could do.
My second pity
party in as
many days was interrupted by a knock on my bathroom door. Johnny wanted
something, but I wasn’t certain I wanted to deal with him just then.
of hard to feel sorry for yourself when you have to worry about
innocent bystander. I went over to the door and unlocked it, then
to my bed.
The door opened
only his hand could be seen at first, like in a horror movie. Johnny’s
came in and I had to chuckle. He was no horror movie. He looked
came over to my bed and sat down beside me. His hand was on my thigh
“I’m sorry Mark
any more,” he said leaning against me.
“It’ll be okay
while,” I said. “Maybe he’ll come back when they realize I’m not the
they think I am.”
“No, he’s gone,” he
his hand massaged its way toward my growing dick. “They never come
just like in the hospital. They come in and you get to know them. Then,
day, you come back from the shower and the bed is empty. No one ever
They just go away. It’s sad.”
I could hear the
fear in his
voice. I think he saw all of us as potential threats to his happiness.
was gone. Sam left. And, now, Mark was gone and he hadn’t been here a
I looked down at
hand as it closed in on its goal. My erection was as obvious as hell. I
hand on his neck and started to rub that spot where he was ticklish. He
scrunched up his shoulders and grabbed my dick. I leaned toward him and
“You didn’t wipe
said pulling away from him. “Did you take a shower after PE today?”
“I forgot,” he said
face changed. He was someone different. His voice was different, too,
childlike. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“Go in the bathroom
yourself. You smell like shit.”
“Don’t be mad at
I didn’t mean it. My mommy said I have to come home after school. I
out and play with the other children. I have to come straight home.
didn’t do it on purpose. Johnny forgot. Please, my mommy said I have to
home after school.”
“Johnny?” I nudged
shoulder, but it didn’t do any good. He was going away.
“My mommy said I
have to come
home. My mommy said I have to be a good little boy. My mommy said I
with the other children. My mommy said I have to use a diaper. I have
plastic panties. My mommy gives me a bottle when I come home. She makes
it in my mouth. My mommy makes me potty in my diaper so she can change
mommy says I’m her baby.”
He was losing it.
the everyday sweet Johnny I’d come to love and welcome into my bed at
This was the crazy Johnny, the Johnny who didn’t clean himself.
“Doctor Randall!” I
“Doctor Randall! Come up here, please! Doctor Randall, I need your
He was loud coming
stairs. Stomping loud. I guess I never noticed that about him. He
noisily if he was in a hurry.
“My mommy said . .
went on and on like a scratched record. Tears were starting to dribble
his eyes. His hand left me and he put his thumb in his mouth. I watched
he sort of crumpled to the floor. His body was quivering. He wet
Randall said coming into the room. “Oh, shit! What happened?”
“I think Mark not
set him off. Then I kind of scolded him for not cleaning himself. Is he
to be okay?”
“Go get my black
“The drug bag?”
“Yes, hurry, I need
him calmed. Hurry!”
going down the stairs. You don’t tell an uncoordinated teenager to
didn’t fall, but I took two stairs at once and felt totally out of
caught myself on the railing and sort of stumbled the rest of the way
bag was on the credenza and I opened it to make sure it was the drug
When I got back
Johnny was half sitting on his chair and half leaning on Doctor Randall
trying to get his clothes off.
“Get me a soapy
I dropped the bag
on the bed
and went into the bathroom. There was a small plastic pail under the
used when we cleaned the floor and shower. I rinsed it out and filled
halfway with hot soapy water. I grabbed a couple washcloths and a bath
Johnny was naked
returned. Doctor Randall stood him up and I knelt down and started to
shit and piss off him. He was still quivering slightly kind of like he
shivering from being cold. I cleaned him as best I could then changed
to rinse him off. Although Johnny normally slept nude, we put him in
a t-shirt. No sex for Johnny tonight. Doctor Randall gave him an
Johnny went to sleep.
as we left Johnny. “You’d make a good nurse.”
“Why, because I’m
“No, because you
“Now go down and
see if you
can get Scott to talk.”
“This didn’t happen
Peter or Sam left. What’s different?”
“It happened, but
it was too
subtle for you to notice. Johnny will be okay. I’ll keep him home for a
days then he’ll be the happy, bubbly Johnny again.”
I looked back into
room and he was balled up on his side with his thumb in his mouth. How
does it take to treat a child like a baby until it finally sinks in and
part of their persona? Give Johnny half a chance and he’d revert to a
baby that peed and shit on itself. I felt sorry for him, sorry enough
consider not having him back in my bed, ever. He was too dear, too
to be sexually attractive anymore.
I felt a hand on my
good with the
dad grab,” I said, turning to Doctor Randall.
“Your hand on my
dad used to do that. I guess it’s something you do to make a kid feel
“I guess so. I
had a chance to be a dad.”
“I’m sorry, but I
you’ll be good, anyway.”
“Thanks, now go
Scott. He won’t talk to me.”
Scott didn’t answer
knocked on his door, but then Scott hardly ever answered when someone
think it was because he had no personal space at home. His parents, his
especially, simply walked into his room whenever they wanted and his
wanted a lot. So, I opened the door and stuck my head in.
“Are you decent?” I
No reply. Not
either. If he was busy on something, he was very good at ignoring the
world. He was sitting at his desk.
“Are you busy?” I
No reply. I began
if Scott had indeed returned to the land of unspoken words. I had to
though, it sounded like a beautiful place, but I could never do that. I
word person. I had to talk, even when it wasn’t quite appropriate or
I looked over his
and saw him working on a haiku and it was in Japanese. He was using a
calligrapher’s brush and black ink. He looked up at me.
“I’m doing it for
said. “My teacher’s parents are Japanese and they are coming here
their home in Kagoshima, Japan. She’s going to bring them to school on
Friday. I wanted to do
“Yeah, and I guess,
least my teacher says, I’m seem to have a feel for the culture, too. I
for her for Christmas. She had it framed and has it in her apartment.”
“Why are you
talking to me?”
“Why shouldn’t I,
oh, you mean
why am I talking to you and not to Doctor Tim or Johnny?”
He rinsed his brush
it. Then got up out of the chair and went over to sit on his bed. I sat
beside him. That was another thing that was strange of Scott, the
stop talking while he was doing something, or was it the inability to
do something? I couldn’t figure it out. He didn’t talk at meals. He’d
before sitting down, but when we were passing the bowls and platters
stopped talking and refused to talk until he was finished eating. It
Mother up the wall.
When I sat down he
leaned over and kissed me. Then smiled. I liked Scott’s smile, it was
full of unknown things. He was sort of like Peter when he kissed, but
“I’m sorry about
I waited for more,
wasn’t going to offer anything else.
“It’ll work out,
works out in the end,” I said. Happy endings. That was what I was going
think about from now on. Happy endings. No more shit. No more
“No, he’s gone. I
His spirit is gone from this house. He’ll never be in this house ever
“How can you say
asked. It sounded scary, like he could see into the future or
he looked weird when he said it, like he saw into the future and was
telling me what he saw or didn’t see.
“I don’t know,” he
shrugging his shoulders and then kissing me, again. “I just know he
back. I don’t know if you’ll ever see him again, but I know he’ll never
foot in this house, ever.”
“What are you some
junior fortuneteller?” I was trying to make a joke, but his face
again, kind of like he was listening to something. Did he hear voices?
Scott schizo? I wouldn’t be surprised considering what his father put
“No, I just know,
okay? I can
do this? Don’t ask me to explain because I don’t understand it either.
know sometimes. I can’t tell you what horse will win at a racetrack. My
learned that one real quick. Then he fucked me without lube as
lost a lot of money believing I could call the horses, but I can’t do
has to be long term and I can’t make it happen. If you asked me what
going to be doing thirty years from today, I can’t tell you. But, it
to me that you’ll die on August 23, no August 22, 2033, late in the
night. I forgot about time
“Time zones? But,
“Yeah, most people
I can see that, too. When I meet people, I kind of know if they’ll be
next year, or so. Oh, yeah, you won’t be living here, someplace east.”
“And, crazy, too.
forget crazy. If I wasn’t crazy, I wouldn’t be here talking to you. Oh,
about Doctor Tim? I didn’t talk to him because I was thinking about the
You know I don’t talk and concentrate, too. And, Johnny? Well, I went
up to his
room, but he stunk. I thought we might fool around or maybe shoot some
but he stunk.”
“Johnny has that
said. Thinking about Johnny curled up in his bed, drugged out of his
mind. Kind of pathetic if you thought about it too much. “Johnny
keep himself clean.”
“But, he’s a
He makes my bed when he comes down here, and I’d already done it!”
“Yeah, he’ll do
cleaning. He’ll clean his room, but he won’t clean himself. He has
“We’re all crazy,
in a way,
otherwise we wouldn’t be living here. Now, do me a favor and go talk to
“What about Johnny?”
“He went crazy up
in my room
and had to be given an injection.”
“The yellow stuff?”
“No, the blue one.”
“Oh, I had that
don’t remember stuff after having that one.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He kissed me,
and harder this time. His hand was in my crotch looking for something
hiding. He pulled away and looked at me strange.
“It’s got you
“I keep losing
said. Tears welled up in my eyes, again, but I didn’t want his comfort,
now. I practically ran out of the room and up the stairs to my room. I
into my closet and got my teddy bear. We flopped onto the bed and he
make me feel good as only he knew how.
To say the least,
night was a somber affair. With both Johnny and Mark gone, no one
want to talk about anything. Of course, Scott didn’t say anything to
acknowledge anyone else’s presence at the table. Sally looked sad. She
didn’t understand what was going on with any of us boys. I kind of felt
for her having to suddenly live with two or three crazy boys not
I wanted to talk
not being with us, but thought better of it. If the good doctor seemed
this was a done deal, then who was I to argue with parents, especially
parents who didn’t like me because I was homosexual and might give
the disease. I was mad at Mark for not telling them, but at the same
honored his decision to not tell them. You had to choose for yourself
to tell them.
were working on our apple pie a la mode when the phone rang. Sally,
vigilant, sprang into action and was answering before Mother had a
remind her to ask permission to leave the table. I think Sally was just
practicing for her teen years when she would spend most of her waking
talking on the telephone.
it’s for you,” she said walking back into the kitchen.
they say who it was?” I asked. “May I be excused?”
Mark,” Sally said.
of course, honey,” Mother said.
practically ran to the phone. Then I stopped and stared at the
wasn’t certain I wanted to listen to Mark’s explanation to why he
is that you?”
uh, I want you to, uh, sit down, please.”
are you crying?”
Geoff, don’t make this any harder than it already is. Okay?”
do you mean?”
can’t see you anymore, ever.”
do you mean ever?”
mean we can’t talk or be seen together ever again.”
your parents making you do this? Because if they are, I’ll, well, I’ll
Geoff, will you stop! Please! Stop! Just shut the fuck up, for once in
do you want?”
just called to say goodbye.”
sank to the floor listening to nothing coming through the phone.
Nothing. I was
crying, well, weeping. I’d had my cry earlier.
let me take that,” Doctor Randall said taking the receiver out of my
looked up at him as he put it to his ear then put it back on the
cradle. He sat
down beside me.
knew he was going to call,” I said feeling his warm body close to mine.
he was in dad mode, but I wasn’t certain.
I told his father it would be best if Mark ended the relationship on
his parents are the ones who are stopping it.”
have their reasons. And, like it or not, they’re awfully good reasons.”
Me being homosexual is not a reason.”
it is. Mostly, though, it is the public’s perception Mark is not
Think about it Geoff. Think about what has been going on at school and
town since Mark was attacked. The whole premise to Mark’s defense is
that he is
not homosexual. What do you think would happen to him if suddenly
realized you’re his boyfriend?”
sat there seething at the thought Mark’s parents hated me because I was
After a while, a long while, Doctor Randall’s words began to seep into
reasoning and I started to see things from Mark’s parent’s side. Like
not, they had a good argument.
a minute? They know about me, but the way you’re talking they know
course they do.”
yesterday when they were here and Mr. Patterson told Mother to keep me
from his son. He sounded like he said Mark wasn’t queer.”
poor choice of words. He admitted it to me. Look, Mark doesn’t know
They want him to admit it, for his own good, if anything else. You know
means to have a parent tell you he knows you’re homosexual. You know
feels. Don’t you think it would have gone differently if you’d have
not with my father.”
it certainly would have been different with your mother.”
I suppose so. But what happens now? What do I do about Mark?”
leave alone. You don’t talk to him. You don’t acknowledge his presence.
don’t say, ‘Hi, Mark,’ at school or anywhere else. As far as you’re
Mark was never your friend. Period.”
buts. You leave him be. I know this is going to be difficult because I
love him, but you have to stop it. No can suspect you and him know each
people will talk. And, you know what happens when people talk.”
jump to conclusions. But, some kids at school know I’m Mark’s friend.”
it! Your friendship never existed. They were imagining things.”
going to my room.”
you want anything to help you sleep?”
What about getting Johnny to the toilet?”
you can get him up, take care of it. If not, I’ll check on him in an
sorry, Geoff. I’m sorry it had to turn out this way.”
know. I’ll get over it. I’ll fall in love with someone else and I’ll
I lay in bed trying to go to sleep, I thought of Mark for awhile, but
hand begin to entice my shriveled cock out of its comfortable nest of
hair, my thoughts quickly turned to Tim. We were at his sister’s
was kneeling between my legs. He leaned down and started licking the
between my thigh and dick where I was super ticklish. I felt another
onto my bed.
the good doctor send you?”
slipped under the covers. His hand took over for mine and his lips
my right nipple. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my leg.
turned onto my side and said, “Fuck me.”
lubed up and pressed himself into me.
me,” I said. “Go slow.”
had his arm across my chest pulling me back toward him as his cock
thrust into me. I was so relaxed. It felt so good to have someone care
Geoff are you asleep?” Scott was jostling me.
I got too comfortable. Just hold me and fuck me. That’s all I need.”
what about you?”
hold me and fuck me. That’ll do me good.”
not going to fall asleep, again, are you?”
It doesn’t matter you don’t need me for this.”
not going to fuck you while you’re asleep.”
hold me and stay inside me until I go to sleep.”
returned to school the following Monday. He was wearing a turtleneck
and had an armed security guard walking beside him. When we passed in
before homeroom, I looked at the lockers on the opposite wall so I
to look at him. I didn’t see him until I was carrying my tray to the
Table at lunch.
and the security guard were the only people at the table. I glanced out
atrium and the fairy was back. How appropriate, I thought. I looked
cafeteria for an empty seat, but the only one on an aisle was the next
Ain’t you the fag?” The kid next to me asked. “I ain’t having no fag
leave,” I said.
was here first, you leave.”
I don’t have a problem sitting beside you.”
know, it’ll be pretty easy to get you to go.”
ahead, hit me! Go on, hit me! Under the new rules, you’ll get expelled
still be sitting here.”
looked at me, fist ready to slam into my face. Then, I guess, he saw
of his decision and returned to talking to his friends.
picked at the food. I wasn’t all that hungry. Mark was so close, and
yet so far
away. Finally, I got up and put my tray on the conveyor. I stopped by
was a new secretary in there, but more importantly, Principal
out of his office. He looked at me, then asked, “Is there anything you
sir, I’d like to see if I can change lunch periods.”
we were waiting for you to come in,” he said handing me a revised
form. “I’m sorry the way things turned out.”
looked at each other. I was wondering what it would be like to suck
of his. I expect he was wishing I’d just leave, so I turned to go.
turned to look at him. His eyes were asking this time. I could see the
lust in them. I wanted to, honestly, I wanted to.
turned toward the door and left. Our opportunity was missed. I couldn’t
him for what he’d done to me. As much as I wanted to do him, I knew it
wrong. All he had to do was ask, but he chose to use his authority over
push me into doing him. That was wrong. I knew that was wrong. I wasn’t