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Tim and the Corsair
I went down to California to spend three weeks with my Uncle Walter, I
never been in an airplane. Dad, of course, flew all the time when he
pipe, but the rest of us were relegated to ground transportation.
Sally, and an unusually passive Johnny took me to the airport.
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 15 – Welcome to Sunny LA
was upset about me getting to leave for three weeks, when he, Scott,
new kid, a strange, ugly, schizo named Arnold, had to stay home. I
only thing that saved us on the drive was Johnny’s new meds that kept
of subdued all the time. He was never happy, but never sad, either. He
accompanying us simply because he wouldn’t be a problem. He couldn’t be
problem. I kind of felt sorry for him.
the other three boys didn’t know was that Doctor Randall was trying to
out how to get me out of the group home environment on a permanent
far as he was concerned, I was practically over whatever it was that
want to kill myself. The dark ogre had been defeated. I figured the
solution was to find another house for the group home and allow our
revert back to a regular home for Mother, Doctor Randall, Sally and me;
no one seemed to be working in that direction. All the effort seemed to
directed toward getting me out. Even Mother seemed to be okay with the
Sally, of course, was oblivious to anything.
I didn’t know, at the time, was that Uncle Walter was in on the act,
seemed my three week adventure in Movieland was to be a sort of test to
whether I was compatible with Uncle Walter’s lifestyle, which included
trips out of town where I would be required to fend for myself, for the
part. He did have a butler of some sort who took care of a lot of
my airplane ticket, which was one way. If I wasn’t such a pushover, I
have questioned that.
and Sally were kind of teary eyed when they said there goodbyes.
Johnny, on the
other hand, just kind of hung his head down, staring at the floor. I
kiss him, but all I could do was give him a chaste hug and whisper in
“I’ll be back in three weeks and we’ll do something. Just us. Okay?”
looked at me, but the sparkle wasn’t in his eyes anymore. There was
half of a
smile and he kind of nodded, but it was so slight I wasn’t sure. I
sworn the old Johnny was still in there, somewhere trying to get out.
back,” he said, as a little tear dribbled down his cheek. I brushed it
with my finger and turned away from him.
showed my boarding pass to the ticket agent and walk down the ramp to
airplane. My adventure had begun.
had a window seat in first class, but since I’d never flown before I
have a clue what I was missing back in coach. The stewardess, who
she might have been only a couple years older than me, asked what I
drink. Something about her demeanor suggested she was more than ready
down in front of me and give me the blowjob of my life. It was her
betrayed her, though. She worked for a living. She used those hands a
they were definitely a lot older than her face.
much is a Coke?” I asked.
free,” she said. “Have you ever flown before?”
this is my first time.”
not nervous, are you?”
could imagine a scared, little kid being nervous about being enclosed
in a long
metal tube for an extended period of time. I read about airplanes. I
the physics about flying. I also knew that a two hundred fifty pound
be sucked out one of those little windows if it accidentally broke. I
than a hundred twenty.
I’m not nervous about flying. Could I have some water?”
I could think about was being in LA for three weeks with Uncle Walter.
hard to imagine what it would be like to live with a man who was just
as me. I didn’t suspect he had orgies because he was too business-like.
other hand, maybe he had a boyfriend, someone young, in college, cute,
secretly planning to seduce me. We’d spend three weeks at Uncle
house in Malibu, which he never told me about, but I assumed
because he was in the movie business and that’s what you were supposed
Or, maybe, just lounge out by the pool while Uncle Walter’s butler, or
he was, served us Cokes and rolled joints for us.
didn’t think Uncle Walter was the type to smoke marijuana, though. He
more the scotch and soda kind of person; maybe rye whiskey with a
I didn’t know was what I was going to do. Three weeks in a house in a
wasn’t familiar with; and, during the summer. Where was I going to meet
kids? I certainly hoped I wasn’t going to be put to work. I was too
smart to be
expected to do manual labor beyond cleaning my room, or giving another
guy a demonstration
on how well I used my hands. I was beginning to dread going down there.
then, the plane started down the runway. There’s that moment when the
drops out from under you and the plane takes off. That critical moment
untightened screw, a missing bolt, or some other kind of screwup sends
plane careening down the runway as it bursts into a raging ball of fire.
plane took off.
I got off the plane in LA I wasn’t looking for Uncle Walter. I was
movie stars. Since I didn’t watch television enough to know who was
what, I was placing all my hopes on seeing a movie star, but there
Actually, there wasn’t even an Uncle Walter. There was a man, though.
older, like maybe sixty or something. Grandfatherly he wasn’t, more
distinguished, like a butler. I walked towards him, but a little girl
first and he picked her up and kissed her on the cheek.
Geoff Johnson?” A voice asked at my shoulder. I turned and saw a
haired, man in a light gray suit probably not more than thirty, I
guess. He was
maybe six feet tall, taller than me, of course. Green eyes. I’d never
anyone with green eyes before, but this guy had green eyes. His face
angular, but his hair was nearly down to his shoulders.
Bertrand, Mr. Johnson’s assistant. I’ve come to fetch you.”
he turned and walked away. I followed. Well, he certainly sounded
at least what I expected British to sound like. One thing, though, he
cute ass and his shoulders were broad. I was beginning to wonder how he
assisted Uncle Walter.
retrieved my luggage, but he had a skycap take care of it. There wasn’t
much and I could’ve carried it, but I guess that wasn’t done. We got
cab, Bertrand sitting on the driver’s side and me on the other. He gave
address and no more words were spoken the whole trip. He seemed
pompous, maybe. Like going to the airport to get me wasn’t something on
list of duties.
was trying to pay attention to which way the driver was going, but
passed Sunset Boulevard Bertrand started talking.
from Dunedin on the South Island of New Zealand,
parents moved all of us to York, in England, to be close to my
grandmother who was
dying. I guess
there was some inheritance mother was expecting. I was at Cambridge
when Walter met me in London. I’d come down to visit a friend and we
bumped into one another in Harrads buying shirts, I think. I’ve been
Walter for nearly ten years, now.”
that makes you his?”
was my guess, but maybe he was Uncle Walter’s assistant. I didn’t know
Walter at all, since he and my father never spoke. But, Bertrand
looked like a boyfriend. I certainly was ready to make him my boyfriend.
Walter’s house had a wrought iron gate, but it was already open. The
didn’t look all that big from the street side, but after the cab left
and I had
to tote my own bags, the house started to get bigger. We went in the
and Bertrand stopped.
will use the side entrance from now on,” he said. “The front door is
guests. If you have friends over, they will use the side entrance, too.
you will instruct them accordingly.”
don’t like me, do you?” I asked. He was too cold, too formal. He
off a “don’t touch me” feeling.
is not my place to like you or not like you,” Bertrand said. “You are
nephew, therefore, you are family. Whatever your relationship with
it is not my concern.”
maybe, he wasn’t Uncle Walter’s boyfriend.
were standing in the foyer and it was the kind of foyer you think about
you’re trying to imagine what a foyer might look like. It was probably
as our living room and the floor was some kind of polished rock, kind
white, and gaudy. The walls had paintings, abstract I think, certainly
paintings I would have put up.
room is upstairs,” Bertrand said, turning and starting up the staircase
seemed out of some Busby Berkeley movie. I expected a bevy of
come bounding down, but they didn’t. Bertrand still had a cute ass,
I decided I’d follow it anywhere.
the top of the stairs two hallways went off in opposite directions. I
over the railing and determined a head first fall just might do it. You
that way when you’ve been on suicide watch, looking for ways to do it
You kind of get the ability to judge heights. The only problem with
was there wasn’t enough height to get vertical before hitting the cold
below. You’d hurt a lot, then probably die, but you’d hurt a lot.
aren’t looking for agony, they’re in agony already. They’re looking for
there something?” Walter asked.
just admiring the view,” I said. He looked at me then shook his head.
definitely an adult, no sense of humor.
bedroom is this way,” he said, heading off toward the right.
in the other direction?”
uncle and I have our suites on that side of the house. You have no
going that way.”
a very unwelcome to you, too.
is your room,” Bertrand said, opening a door halfway down the hall.
decided you’d do better with the morning sun.”
of all, there wasn’t a bed. That was the first thing I noticed. Then I
the room was about as big as our house. There was a pool table in the
it. A couple of black leather sofas and a television along the left
fireplace and French doors leading out to a balcony on the far side, a
stools and a refrigerator on the right side along with double doors
into the bedroom. I could see myself living here for the rest of my
except I’d have to get rid of Bertrand.
bedroom was big, not as big as the other room, but still big. The bed
had to be
at least a king. Plenty of room for lots of boys. But, it was the
threw me off. The closets had mirrors. There was a mirror above the
were mirrors on the walls.
it was the painting that stopped my heart. It was a portrait, sort of.
boys, well, not really boys, but certainly not adults, were naked. Not
naked. There’s a difference. They were very much wrapped up in what
doing and it wasn’t building model airplanes or picking raspberries. I
see any genitals, but I knew they were there. That was as obvious as
have orgies here?” I asked. It certainly looked like a room where you’d
have an orgy.
oh the painting, that’s one of Walter’s. Do you like it?”
Walter painted that?”
Does it bother you?”
heard the condescension in his voice. I’m a real queer, you’re only a
the sticks, besides.
I’m not used to seeing art like that.”
it bothers you too much, I might be able to find something more to your
I like it, okay? I’ll jerk off looking at it the whole time I’m here.
That’s what you want, right?”
I was a little mad, no a whole lot mad. This pompous ass, it was still
though, was making me mad.
stared at me for a moment then slowly walked the few steps that
and brushed my cheek with the back of his fingers. He was smiling.
said you were queer, but I didn’t believe him. Your bedroom is this
followed him back out into the hallway and we headed toward the other
you bring any friends to the house, they can use the television and
but the other room will be locked. If you want to have a tryst, use
do I find friends around here?”
believe Walter is arranging that.”
bedroom was a bedroom. The bed was probably a queen, snicker, snicker.
there weren’t a lot of mirrors. It had its own bathroom which was about
as my bedroom at home. The bathtub was almost big enough to swim in.
stall had room for four boys, not that I intended on having four boys
shower, but there was room for them. The toilet was in its own little
Everything was polished rock. A geologist’s dream bathroom, certainly
bedroom had two paintings, naked guys doing naked things to each other.
was a French door leading out to a small balcony, high enough to take
business if I was so inclined, which I wasn’t, anymore.
like it, I guess,” I said. “Are all the paintings of naked guys?”
you like nudes?”
I like nudes, but those guys are naked.”
yes, I suppose you’re right. Do you want something different?”
if I don’t meet anyone, I can always jerk off looking at the paintings.
like an in-home dirty magazine.”
meant to be art.”
I’m Brian.” He was a tad shorter than me with wavy, sun bleached brown
barely touching his ears, rosy cheeks, a thickening of peach fuzz on
lip, a practiced smile, and hands that were too big for the rest of his
He may have been cute when he was ten, but adolescence was tearing his
looks to shreds.
Geoff,” I said holding out my hand, which was ignored.
guess I’m supposed to hang out with you while you’re visiting sunny
said. He hadn’t made a move to come inside. Frankly, he looked bored.
wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, khakis, and brown penny loafers,
definitely not my idea of hanging out attire, which was blue jeans, a
and broken in black high-tops.
my uncle said you were coming by this morning. So, what do you have in
I guess we could go over to my place so I can dress down a bit.”
Uncle Walter came home from a dinner engagement the previous evening he
really excited that he’d arranged to have a television star hang out
during my stay.
don’t watch that much television,” I said. We were out by the pool.
brought us iced tea and disappeared.
haven’t seen Treasure
Walter asked. His eyes sparkled in the late
that kiddy show Sally watches. Yeah, I’ve seen it a couple times. So,
friend is on that show?”
DeBree plays Jed.”
the big kid with the weird smile. I always thought his named was
Deb-ree.” I’d seen it a couple times when Sally needed watching. Built
babysitter has to watch what baby wants.
the smile,” Uncle Walter said. He looked liked he’d swallowed a lemon
“Anyway, his agent owes me a favor. The kid is supposed to be nice away
the camera, a real down-home American kid.”
was driving a suped-up ’57 yellow Chevy coupe that he drove like a
didn’t talk all the way to his house, which was down the hill from our
then left a little bit. Basically, he drove busy street to busy street,
few side streets might have shortened the trip by a couple miles. His
a family home, a three-bedroom rambler. I imagined there was a mother,
Brian, a little brother, and maybe an older sister. There was a cocker
inside. She looked old, tired, and worn out.
be right back,” Brian said, leaving me in the foyer. There didn’t seem
anyone else at home, which was confirmed in a few minutes when he came
without any clothes on. He went into the living room and was rummaging
a stack of magazines. There wasn’t a break in his tan, but his ass was
It kind of hung from his hips like a heavy curtain. His dick on the
wasn’t anything to write home about, but definitely had a certain
too much appeal for me.
like it?” Brian asked, standing in front of me, his dick perking up.
you suck it?”
why not,” I said. I could’ve said no. I could’ve said I didn’t suck
cock on a
first date, but it had been a few days since Scott and I had spent some
together. I knelt down and got the silly thing going.
the phone rang.
got to get that, it might be my agent,” Brian said, pulling his swollen
out of my mouth. “Oh, come on, you can do it while I talk on the phone.”
followed like the puppy dog I was. I had him in my mouth before he
this is Brian … Oh, hi, yeah, haven’t talked in a while … No, been busy
to get on that new Walter Johnson project … You are? … Well, his nephew
sucking my dick right now … Would I kid you? … No, a real pushover …
tongue action … Why don’t you and your brothers come over? … No, but I
can fuck him … No, he’s easy.”
pulled off. I might have been a pushover, but I was not easy. And, who
if I wanted some stranger’s dick up my ass.
I’ve got to go,” Brian said. “Something’s come up.”
stood up and headed for the door.
you’re not done,” Brian said.
I am. Call him back and offer your own ass. Fucker!”
walked out the door and when I reached the sidewalk, turned right,
which is the
way I thought we’d come. After two blocks I came to a busy street and
at the light. I figured all I had to do was head west and up hill and
eventually come to a street I recognized from yesterday.
walking for about a couple hours, or so, I came to a busier street.
There was a
payphone on the corner. Time to call Bertrand for a rescue. Luckily, I
dime. My mother always told me, “Never leave the house without a dime
pocket.” When in doubt, call.
This is Geoff.”
something wrong? Where are you?”
could’ve told you that. Where are you?”
don’t know. It’s a big, busy street. Lots of cars. Uh, I’m looking at
Italian restaurant across the street. Mama something, pizza …”
there a street sign?”
and King’s Road.”
a small café, I think it’s behind you on your left?”
to my left there was a blue neon sign. “Yeah, Jimmy’s Place.”
in there and I’ll be down within the hour. You know, you could’ve
better part of town to get lost in.”
I prefer pizza.”
go in the pizza place. You’re much too young for Mama’s.”
but it’s not the liquor. Just go in Jimmy’s.”
hung up. I wanted a pizza, but I guess I’d have to settle for a
Jimmy’s was a diner out of the Thirties or Forties, lots of chrome with
across the front under the smoke stained window facing the street.
There was a
counter with black upholstered, chrome trimmed stools. There was a sour
of old grease. All the booths were full. The stools at the counter were
so I sat at the one next to the cash register.
have that feeling all eyes were looking at you? That’s was what I felt
soon as I sat down. I glanced around and there were only men in the
except for the waitress who was walking over to me.
any money, honey?” She asked. Only, up close she looked more like a he.
reminded me of Darling who definitely didn’t do a very good job of
I’d like ah, um …”
look at a menu,” she said, pulling a piece of paper from behind the
pepper, and sugar holder on the other side of the counter. Her name tag
“Sugar” engraved on it. She was wearing a loose, frilly top like
wore, the kind that emphasized nothing, especially the lack of breasts.
blond wig reminded me of Marilyn Monroe in Some Like it Hot. There
too much makeup, but there wasn’t a hint of beard. Actually, there
hint of facial hair, smooth as a baby’s bottom. The hands, though, were
giveaway. Those were guy hands, strong, muscular, and probably used to
off on a regular basis.
staring,” Sugar said.
sorry, you remind me of someone back home,” I said, trying to figure
whether a BLT with chips sounded better than a Hamburger Deluxe with
They didn’t have Coke, it was the other shit. I’d have to settle for
where is home?”
north of Seattle, I’ll have the, uh, Hot Roast Beef Sandwich.”
you’re more the Grilled Cheese type.” There were a couple chuckles from
booths. “You’re staring, again. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it
polite to stare?”
but you look a lot like Darling. I just never believed …”
looked like she’d seen a knifing out on the sidewalk behind me. “You
I said that.” I looked behind me, but there wasn’t anyone outside.
a minute, let me get a good look at you.” She came out from behind the
and said, “Stand up, kid. Go on, get off the stool and let me look at
did as she asked, even turned around because she probably needed to see
for confirmation of my identity. Knowing Darling, she definitely needed
I turned back to face her, she had the biggest smile I’d ever seen.
be damned! You’re Geoff, aren’t you?”
back down on the stool, I said. “Yeah, you know Darling?”
practically sisters! But what are you doing here? You’re not on one of
crazy binges, again?”
shrugged a little. “No, I’m down here visiting my uncle and kind of got
his assistant told me to come in here and he’d come and get me. What
was he said I was too young for the pizza place across the street.”
honey, you’re definitely too young for pizza.” There were some
chuckles from the booths. “So, honey, what was this assistant’s name?
Am I missing something here?”
Then you’re the nephew we’ve all been hearing about.” She turned toward
kitchen and yelled, “Jimmy! Set the kid up with today’s special.”
to me she smiled softy. Her hand lightly touched my wrist. “So, Geoff
how do you like sunny LA?”
too well, so far,” I said, frowning. “My uncle set me up with a kid to
with, but he turned out to be a jerk.”
uncle is a producer. He probably called Casting to see if they had an
called the kid’s agent. Something about a favor.”
town runs on favors, honey. You want to hang with some real kids? I’ve
couple nephews myself that might be interested in getting to know you.”
walked in and everyone stopped talking. He walked straight up to Sugar
did that fake kissy-and-huggy thing with their faces. I couldn’t help
Sugar’s hand went right into Bertrand’s crotch. I was beginning to
might be some kind of everyday queer hangout or something. I glanced
window wondering what was going on over at the pizza place and why I
young to be there.
meal showed up. Sugar and Bertrand were talking, so I started eating.
between bites, I started glancing around the place, but I couldn’t tell
of the other patrons were queers. I heard a few slightly effeminate
that didn’t confirm anything, either. But, Sugar and Bertrand were
queer. Then, suddenly, unexpectedly, a hand crossed my ass. I turned
guy smiled. It wasn’t a leer, but there was a tinge of lust in the
looked over at Sugar and Bertrand.
wrong, honey?” Sugar asked, taking the man’s money. I felt his friend
behind me. He didn’t touch me, but I definitely felt him.
you have a booth I can sit in? I feel like a chicken on display at the
know my face turned red when everyone, including the cook, started
what was the joke? I hated not knowing what I said that was so funny.
the laughter finally died down to an occasional giggle, Sugar helped me
to the empty booth. She smiled, “You’re so young and so cute!”
I still didn’t know what was so funny. I was going to have to ask
the joke was because suddenly the subdued atmosphere came alive. It was
I’d turned a switch and the movie started.
nephews turned out to be seventeen year old, Ruben, and fifteen year
Ortega was their last name. I thought I could practice my Spanish
them, but Rick said, “We’re from Illinois, Peoria, Illinois. The last
person in our family to speak
was taller than me, over six feet at least, muscular like a
didn’t act like a jock. His face was more round than long and his smile
natural. He had a California tan and straight black hair like mine, but
long and pulled back into a ponytail that hung past his shoulders.
was Ruben’s opposite. He was like me in many ways, not too tall,
trimmed straight black hair, thin sensitive lips. His hands looked like
feel good caressing my naked body. The bulge in his jeans wasn’t too
yet invited exploration. His ass was cuter than Johnny’s and Scott’s
together, not as cute as Tim’s, but very close.
on in,” I said, leading them into the kitchen. “Could I get you
soda, ice tea, juice, water, I think we even have some imported water,
I’m fine,” Ruben said, sliding into the dinette.
looked at Rick, but he just shrugged and sat opposite his brother.
you guys have in mind to do?” I asked, trying to keep my eyes off Rick,
knowing full well they were zeroed in on his crotch looking for some
what was hidden beneath the denim.
the guy from out of town, what do you want to do?” Ruben asked.
know, how about the beach?”
won’t let us go to the beach, she says that’s where the pushers and
hang out,” Ruben said.
I don’t want to do the touristy shit,” I said.
we’ve been to Disneyland too many times,” Rick said.
do you guys normally do?” I asked. Rick just sat there, looking cuter
hell. I wanted to go over and sit next to him and lock my lips to his.
out mostly,” Rick said, shrugging and staring at the table.
hoops when we get the chance,” Ruben said. “Or, go over to Julie’s to
pool. She’s my girlfriend. You got a backboard?”
don’t think so, but we can look,” I said, heading toward the door. They
along like a couple of puppies. I went out to the driveway and followed
around the house. I’d never been back this way, so I didn’t know what
expect. The driveway expanded into a wide circle of asphalt. There was
car garage that seemed to have an upstairs room, or something. But,
no sign of a backboard.
four cars,” Rick said, practically whispering. “What does your uncle
don’t know if he owns any cars,” I said. “I’ve only been here two days.
on, let’s see what’s in the back.”
two puppies followed me into what I thought was the back yard. It
turned out to
be a garden with lots of shrubs and flowers and stone paths, but at the
of the hill there was a pool and a sports court with a tennis net and
don’t think we have a basketball,” I said.
we got balls,” Rick said, suddenly blushing and turning his face away.
we got balls, but Mama sends Ricky with me so I don’t use mine. Right
we don’t want you getting Julie pregnant, like she’d let you do her.
Catholic, she dreams of becoming a nun, like Jennifer Jones.”
not that bad,” Ruben said.
your girlfriend?” I asked, looking at Rick.
hasn’t got a girlfriend, he’s a fag,” Ruben said. He sneered it like it
or three “a’s”, like faaag. Rick kind of hung his head and walked away.
few yards, he took off running. I could’ve sworn it sounded like he was
Maybe that’s why Sugar wanted her nephews to meet me.
worry about him, he’ll be back after he’s cried like a baby for a
said. You could almost hear the disgust in his voice, like he was
his brother. “So, what’s your girlfriend’s name?”
I said, looking directly at him.
a guy’s name.”
His eyes did the “I’m not going to look at you” routine.
you’re like …”
like Rick. So, I suppose you’ll be wanting to leave.”
hey, look it’s cool,” Ruben said looking away from me. “It’s just that
needs protecting because the guys don’t understand him, but if you’re
too, well that makes it okay, you know? Come on, let’s go get my
we’ll stop and get Julie, too. Then you can hang with Ricky while me
get it on, you know? You got any chips and snacks around here?”
have to ask Bertrand,” I said, following Ruben back up to the house. I
didn’t know what to make of the way he said Rick was a fag. It sounded
was disgusted, but suddenly it’s all different because I’m queer, too.
I had to do was to get Rick to open up and maybe we could get it on as
that guy is definitely a homo.”
he and my uncle Stefan are like together all the time. I’ll wait out
you can go in. No, I’ll be out in my car.”
your uncle Stefan is the waitress at Jimmy’s?”
I mean that’s just too weird, you know?”
kind of nice.”
hey, you queers are something else. A man dressed up like a girl,
too weird. I mean she’s, I mean he’s, see you got me doing it. He’s
all, but acting like a girl is just strange.”
me a favor and don’t tell Ricky about me, okay?”
call him Ricky and he’ll slug you. Yeah, you queers, you guys are just
went into the house and began to search for Bertrand. Since I wasn’t
what he did exactly, I had no idea where to find him. So, I just
room to room, hoping I’d eventually find him, but after two doors, I
office where he was working at a typewriter. He looked up when I opened
you believe in knocking?” he asked. He didn’t have a shirt on. I
any chest hair, but there were a lot of tanned muscles.
didn’t know where you were,” I said. “I can’t go around the house
every closed door, can I?”
do you want?” It sound like he was mad at me, again.
sorry for barging in on you, but do we have any chips and dip, or
something like that?”
can I get some?”
don’t have a lot of money.”
didn’t talk about that, either?”
come with me and I’ll get you some.” He stood up and he was naked. He
half-hard, too. Being particularly interested in nice, long, uncut
was love at first sight. “Oh, sorry, let me get my robe.”
don’t have to on my account.” My eyes were locked on that beautiful
man flesh. I wanted my lips around it.
I’m not going to have you ogling.”
I gasped, suddenly unable to breathe and talk at the same time. “It
uh, nice, delicious.”
away from me little boy.” He put on a baby blue terrycloth robe and
with a double bow. His cock was still evident, tenting the front of the
you working on anything important?”
a book I’m writing,” he said, heading for the door.
a writer?” I asked. I’d never met a writer before, hurrying to catch
you have anything published?”
six novels so far,” Bertrand said, he was heading upstairs. He had nice
too. His feet looked liked they were used to being without shoes. “But,
do you mean, I read lots of things.”
do you know?” I took my eyes off him. I couldn’t ogle and walk up
stairs at the
still a little boy. Little boys don’t read my books.”
not a little boy,” I almost yelled. “I’m sixteen years old.”
still too young to read my books. You can’t even buy them.”
could read them in a library. What’s your last name?”
books aren’t in libraries,” Bertrand said as he opened the door to his
I followed him in. It was very neat and tidy. There was a latex dildo
nightstand next to a bottle of lube. “I write porn, okay?”
sure, okay,” I said, staring at the dildo. It was fairly realistic
even had what looked like a half of a scrotum with two huge testicles.
a fifty, that should do you for a week or so,” Bertrand said, but I
listening. My ass was quivering in anticipation of having that thing up
me. “Geoff, here’s your money. What the fuck? Oh, shit!”
went over to his bed and put the dildo in the nightstand drawer.
Hey! Geoff!” He was nudging my shoulder.
Huh? Oh, yeah, uh, sorry. You were saying? Something about pornography.”
your money, now go away,” he said, but my mind was still trying to
figure out a
way to get that thing into my bedroom.
like you said, you’re only sixteen,” he said, grabbing my hand and
fifty in it. He was close to me, very close, close enough for me to
and touch the lump under his robe.
I ask you something personal?” I could smell him. It was a fresh scent,
and my uncle, what is it you do?” His face was smooth, freshly shaved.
his personal assistant.”
said that.” His nostrils flared when he breathed.
take care of his personal business, like giving you money to go buy
but …” His eyes sparkled.
stopped having sex eight years ago,” he said, almost like he was
telling me a
secret. “We get along a lot better when sex isn’t cluttering up our
thanks, I was just wondering,” I said. He was closer now. I don’t know
moved toward him or he moved toward me, but there were only inches
I was looking down at his toenails, they were trimmed and looked
felt his hand lift my chin. He kissed me lightly, his soft lips barely
go with your friends,” he said, stepping away from me. “You know,
Geoff, you are
okay. A few years older and, well, you’d be a lot more okay.”
I guess.” I didn’t want to leave, but really didn’t have much choice as
practically pushing me out the door. At the top of the stairs I
said, “Can we talk sometime?”
maybe later tonight, okay?” Bertrand said, we were close, again. Then
smiled. “Go on, your friends are probably wondering if you’re coming at
and get some hamburger, hot dogs, buns, oh, and a cabbage, too. I’ll
coleslaw. Wait, I don’t think we have any pickles, either. I’ll start
barbecue for lunch, okay?”
Bertrand and I were going to be friends after all.
I got out to the car—it was a white over green ’56 Buick Roadmaster in
body work—Ricky was sitting in the backseat. I climbed in with him and
me a questioning look.
going to get Julie, right?” I said, smiling. He looked away. His eyes
and puffy from crying. “She’s going to need to sit up front with Ruben.”
took you?” Ruben asked, pulling up to the turnaround in front of the
“We were beginning to wonder.”
had to talk. I got a fifty. We need to get chips, dip, hamburger, a
hot dogs, buns, pickles, and whatever else you guys want. Bertrand said
lunch for us.”
then we definitely need to get Julie first,” Ruben said. “Girls are
grocery shopping than boys. Now, you two in the back, I don’t want no
shut up!” Ricky exclaimed. He blushed and turned away from me.
Ricky, it’ll be okay,” I said placing my hand on his shoulder. He
didn’t try to get my hand away from him.
lot you know,” he said. “Everybody says it’ll be okay, but none of you
you don’t. You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”
I understand. I do. I know what it’s like to get shoved up against a
school. I know what it’s like to have a stupid fucker grab the collar
shirt and threaten to punch my lights out. I know what it’s like to
asshole spit in my face. I know what it’s like to be called homo,
pervert, and things that don’t even make sense. I know what it’s like
to have a
friend’s parents say I can’t be with him anymore because they’re afraid
have might be catching. I know what it’s like when a father stops
you because he’s disgusted at what you are. And, you know what?”
He was staring at me as what I’d just said started to sink in.
know what its like to find out there’s at least one other boy in the
is like me.” I smiled and caressed the back of his neck.
guys aren’t kissing are you?” Ruben asked looking in the rearview
please,” Ricky said. He looked at me. Then his eyes went away.
was going to have to do something about Ruben’s insensitivity or give
some pointers on good comebacks like, “Yes, and Geoff almost swallowed
tongue,” or, “No, but Geoff has his hand in my pants.”
took my hand away from Ricky’s neck and moved it down between us. He
hand on mine, but didn’t look at me. I settled for holding hands. I
to scare him off with a bunch of sex talk or touchy-feely shit. He was
innocent and fresh. I was falling for him and I couldn’t help it. I
press my lips against his, but that would definitely scare him off.
we pulled up in front of Julie’s house, Ricky let go of my hand.
be right back,” Ruben said. “I don’t want to come back and see you guys
never kiss on a first date,” I said. “Suck cock, now that’s a different
Of course, we’ll have to strip to really get into it. So, if you see a
foot sticking up, keep Julie back or she’ll get impure thoughts.”
looked at me like he really believed me. I smiled.
fucking queers are too weird,” he said before turning and walking up to
good when you get them,” I said. I looked at Ricky, but he was staring
never done anything with another boy,” he whispered. “I don’t know what
you think you like me?” I asked. He was so nice I didn’t want to go too
he’d balk and runaway.
but I don’t know what to do about it.”
it be okay with you if I helped you out?” He was scared, but I wasn’t
certain what he was scared about.
you sleep over with me tonight and we talk about things,” I said. I had
intention of talking about anything other than what he should do with
tongue when we started kissing, or where he should put his hands when
started kissing. I figured kissing was a good place to start.
won’t allow it,” Ricky said.
do you know if you haven’t asked her yet?”
can’t ask her,” he said turning his face away from me. “Then she’ll
about if I talk to her? I can be awfully persuasive. I can be nice and
turned back to me. He looked like a scared little boy who had broken
neighbor’s window and has to go tell Mama. He was biting his lower lip,
to force himself not to start crying.
you win,” I said placing my hand on his thigh just above the knee.
spend some time together today. If you come back tomorrow, we can spend
over, here comes Ruben and Julie,” he said pushing my hand away.
sat back and watched Ruben and a young girl, who couldn’t have been
than Ricky, walk toward the car. Ruben’s hand kept trying to get behind
while she kept batting it away. She was smiling, though. It was just a
they played. She was slender, very slender, but not skinny. She had
tanned. Her hips were slender, too. Not baby making hips. Either her
very loose or she had small breasts, I couldn’t tell, even when she
door and knelt on her seat, looking back at us.
brown hair was short, almost cut like a boy’s. Her eyebrows were too
her face. Her nose was small, perky. Her lips were full, good for
but sloppy for kissing. She had a nice smile.
you find your twin brother, Ricky?” She asked. “Hi! I’m Julie. You must
took her hand and held it, looking into her eyes. She was a lesbian. I
think either Ruben or Ricky knew, but I knew. It was as plain as day.
using Ruben to be safe. She wasn’t devout or chaste. She didn’t want
anywhere outside of his pants.
nice to meet you,” I said. I meant it, too. “Did you bring your
swimsuit or are
you just coming over for the sun?”
don’t swim,” she said. “It’s not that I can’t. I just don’t. Okay?”
problem, I hardly going swimming either.”
got in and I guess we were heading for the Ortega house. I sat back and
over at Ricky. He was looking out his window. I reached over and took
in mine. He didn’t try to pull away, but he didn’t look at me. I hoped
pushed too hard, I hoped I didn’t scare him away.
Ortega house was a three bedroom rambler out of Anywhere, America.
Except for the palm trees, we could’ve been
residential street in North
Park, Minneapolis, Buffalo,
or anywhere else. Street, sidewalk, front yard, and then house, it was
ordinary. I was kind of glad Uncle Walter had a huge house in the
followed Ricky into the house. His mother was watching a soap opera and
when he kissed her cheek.
I’m Geoff Johnson,” I said, standing close to the end of the sofa where
sitting. Her hand was soft in mine, a mother’s hand.
to meet you, Geoff,” she said. Her voice was from back east somewhere,
east than Illinois, New
England maybe. Her hair was
dark, but then there was little light in the living room, other than
television. “You’re Walter Johnson’s nephew.”
I’m down here for a few weeks for a visit,” I said. The room smelled of
There was dust on the furniture. There was a glass of something on the
table close to her. I wanted it to be iced tea, but the glass was too
iced tea. It was the right size for liquor, though.
younger brother, Stefan, said you’re from up north. How do you like
haven’t seen much of it, yet.”
Where are your manners? Where’d you get off to?”
getting my swim trunks, Mama,” he yelled from somewhere in the house.
is a special boy,” she said. Her voice was soft, barely audible over
“He has trouble making friends. A lot of boys don’t like him, most
you try to be nice to him?”
know how it is,” I said, wondering if I should sit down somewhere or
standing. She looked up at me. She knew he was queer. “Yeah, me, too.”
smiled and nodded her head. “Stefan said you’re a nice, gentle boy. I
that in you.”
won’t do anything to hurt Ricky,” I said. “He’s a good boy. You’ve done
job raising him. I hope I can be a good friend for him. I don’t have
friends, either. It’s kind of hard.”
couldn’t think straight. She was so understanding. Ricky came out
cut-offs, a white t-shirt, and white high-tops. I was falling for him.
it and I couldn’t help it.
can’t believe how you two look so much alike,” she said.
Geoff asked if I could sleep over at his house,” Ricky said as he came
beside me. “Please?”
sure you take your toothbrush,” she said. She smiled at me when he ran
was not much help carrying the groceries into the house, putting them
shelves in the pantry or refrigerator, or staying out of the way so
rest of us could get the job done. He was floating on cloud nine
said he could sleep over with me. Only, he didn’t know why and I wasn’t
to tell him she knew he was queer.
everything was in its place, I told Bertrand I’d help with lunch when
ready to start and then pointed Julie and Ruben out the back door.
“Ricky and I
have to go upstairs to put on our swim trunks, we’ll be down shortly.”
was standing at the door holding his overnight bag. He looked like
who’d missed his bus and was hoping there’d be an extra run just for
was anxious and excited.
on, Ricky, we’ll go up the back stairs,” I said as I opened the door to
laundry room. “Come on, Ricky, it’s this way.”
was so excited I was afraid I was going to have to pull him by the hand
him to move. Then Bertrand went to him and whispered something in his
Ricky looked at me and smiled. Then he hurried over to where I was
I’m ready,” he said, following behind me as I wound my way around the
dryer, chest freezers—why there were three I had no idea—and a myriad
covered with all sorts of laundry, including a number of items only
I immediately thought of Darling, then Sugar came to mind, but I
dismissed Uncle Walter. Bertrand on the other hand did have long hair
did spend, according to Ruben, a lot of time with Sugar.
for what?” I asked, finally getting to the door to the stairs. In an
era, these stairs would have been used by the help, but we used them
avoid the long walk out to the foyer, then going up the Busby Berkeley
whatever you had in mind,” Ricky said. He sounded too eager.
planned on changing into my swimming trunks.”
I thought, no, that’s stupid, we hardly know each other.”
going to laugh at me. I won’t say it.”
Were you thinking I’m taking you up to my room so we can have sex?”
yeah, isn’t that what this is all about?”
was beginning to wonder if this kid had any idea what it meant to be
certainly wasn’t all about sex, as far as I was concerned. Well, maybe,
sometimes, but not all the time.
Ricky, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me,” I said turning
when I reach the landing for our floor. “Yeah, I like having sex with
you’re a virgin. You have absolutely no idea what I like to do. And,
haven’t done anything, so you don’t know what you like or don’t like.”
like you,” he said pushing me back as he came up onto the landing. “I
okay? There I said it.”
was looking at me, waiting.
like you, too,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean we have to go into my
and have sex. Can’t we get to know one another first? Can’t we at least
something other than throw ourselves onto my bed and act like rabid
know what I mean.”
opened my door and my eyes immediately went to the painting opposite
doors. The two boys still hadn’t started fucking, but I knew they were
doing something. Then I turned to Ricky, but he seemed oblivious to
should I put my bag?”
there on the sofa should be fine.”
am I going to sleep?” There was a hint of trepidation in his voice,
didn’t want to hear what I was about to say.
the bed, of course.”
Ricky, you were all hot to get naked and to amazing things to my body,
you’re afraid to sleep with me?”
I’ve never slept with another boy.”
never kissed another boy, either. Come on, let’s get into our swimming
started to strip. There was a pool out there and I wanted to get in it.
didn’t mean I wanted to swim. Cannonballing into the pool was a lot
that working up a sweat swimming back and forth and getting nowhere.
slipped my briefs to the floor, I turned to Ricky. He was staring at me.
you undressed in front of another boy before?” I asked. I wasn’t about
for an answer. I was on a mission of personal pleasure. I went over to
dresser and pulled out my two swim trunks. “Which one do you think I
wear? The red one or the blue.”
your lily white skin, you’d better stick with the blue. Don’t you get
up where you live?”
it rains, mostly. Up until the Fourth of July, most people are plagued
moss growing between their toes because it’s so wet all the time.”
a card. You know that.”
try and sometimes it helps to be funny.”
looked at me then pulled off his t-shirt. He had muscles where I had
only skin and
they were nicely tanned. He slipped off his shoes, then looked at me,
you going to watch me undress?”
giving me that eye.”
know, the eye guys give you in gym.”
at me, I don’t have any muscles, my dick is pathetically small, and my
well, it is kind of cute, don’t you think?”
and you have a nice dick,” I said as the cut-offs and briefs hit the
fine example of natural selection, at least seven inches of tender boy
all the way down to the uncut end, a lush crop of curly black pubes at
of a dark line descending from his navel, and two large reservoirs of
juice hanging seductively in a dark pouch of crinkly skin. I wanted to
down on my knees and worship the god of sex and accept his sacrifice of
looked at me and smiled, then I saw his eyes go past to the painting
His dick boned up quickly. He sort of stumbled and I rushed to him.
Those two behind
me were especially hot because both their faces were buried into a
wanted to explore on Ricky.
uh, um …”
uh, can I use your, uh, bathroom,” he said trying to push his way
Ricky,” I said, trying to grab him before he got away. I got a wrist
on. I could see fear in his eyes. For all the bravado he had earlier,
suddenly scared that something might actually happen, something that he
prepared to deal with.
here and sit with me on the bed,” I said trying to pull him away from
bathroom door. I was not about to let him go in there and take care of
something he wanted me to have only minutes earlier. “Come on, I’m not
bite you, yet.”
dick was throbbing to the beat of his heart. It was calling me to give
pleasure dicks had sought since before time began. My mouth filled with
anticipation of taking that beautiful thing down my throat.
you can’t see either painting, right?”
god, Ricky, you’re so unobservant. No, don’t turn to look at it. I want
shut your eyes and lie back on the bed. That’s it. Now, put your hands
your head and don’t open your eyes until I say so. Okay?”
What are you going to do?” His voice was barely audible.
you feel good,” I said lowering my lips to his. They had been there
moment before I felt his body shudder under me and something hot
against the side of my face. I turned to look and got a wad right
eyes. Three more bursts spewed out onto his chest and abdomen. “You
devil, you did that on purpose.”
smiled at me and sort of giggled. My thumbs went for his ribs. I was
tickle him until he peed. Coming on me like that was not going to go
unpunished; except, Ricky was a lot stronger and must have taken
because before I knew what was happening I was on my back with him
me, forcing my arms onto the bedspread.
mess with Ricky,” he said. “Now, what?”
don’t know,” I said, smiling. “You’re the one sitting on my dick.”
is that what this is?” He moved forward and back rubbing himself
against me. A
couple more times and we wouldn’t have to worry about me, either. “You
bet if I move forward just a little more and then kind of scoot back.
your thing knows where to go doesn’t it?”
don’t have any lube,” I said trying to picture in my mind what was
you look in the drawer?” he asked. He leaned over and opened the
drawer. “What’s this? And, this tube of stuff?”
held up a box that had a clear cellophane window. Inside was a dildo,
exactly like Bertrand’s. The tube was what we needed.
lube, put it on my dick and it’ll go inside you easier,” I said trying
breathe while Ricky straddled me. He was small, but surprisingly heavy,
or, was he just pressing down because he was so excited.
squirted some of the stuff onto his finger and began daubing it onto my
God, it felt good. It felt, too good. About the time he went around the
the glans the third time I knew I couldn’t hold back. My body tightened
good stuff spewed out onto my bare chest and tummy. (I didn’t have an
Abdomen implies abs. I didn’t have abs, therefore, I didn’t have an
man, you did it, too,” Ricky said falling down onto the bed beside me.
this means we’re meant for one another.”
think so because I do like you. You make me laugh.”
like you, too.” I rolled onto my side and kissed him. He smiled and we
go anywhere or do anything except talk until Bertrand called on the
saying it was time to fix lunch.
that night while Ricky was watching something totally stupid on
went in search of Uncle Walter and Bertrand. I’d been in that house
only two and
a half days and I still hadn’t been everywhere. There were so many
reminded me of the mansion on the Beverly Hillbillies, which I
watch that much, but enough to know Uncle Walter’s house
wasn’t that big.
It still had a lot of unexplored territory, though.
the sound of voices, I found them out on the patio drinking a dark red
almost laughed out loud when I saw Uncle Walter wearing blue jeans and
t-shirt. There are some people that were never meant to wear blue
middle-aged paunch looked so silly sitting there in front of him like
he had a
small melon stuck in his pants.
Walter, can I talk to you for a moment?” I asked. I sat down on the
edge of a wrought
iron chaise longue upholstered in blue, green, and white flowery
was a light scent of flowers in the air.
pour him a small glass of wine,” he said. “If you’re going to be with
you’re going to have to learn how to drink wine.”
I’m not old enough,” I said as Bertrand poured barely a shot of wine
small tumbler then added about the same amount of water.
Kids your age are drinking this stuff all over Europe,”
Uncle Walter said. “Plus, you’re having only that much and if you don’t
it before you leave, well it isn’t going with you.”
took a small sip. It had a sharp metallic taste.
he doesn’t like it either,” Uncle Walter said. “Now, what does my
I have to go home after three weeks?” I was thinking of Ricky lounging
of the black leather sofas upstairs. I’d had the best day of my life
and I didn’t want to think I was going to lose him.
it’s a little early to be discussing that, but no you don’t have to
looked at him and then remembered the one-way airline ticket. “Is there
something going on that I should know about?”
this some kind of test, or something? I mean, is my living here with
this summer supposed to have something to do with Doctor Randall trying
me someplace to live outside the group home?”
you’re too smart for your own good. Yes, this is a test.”
thought so.” You can fool a kid some of the time, but you can’t fool a
the time. Eventually, we start putting two and two together. They send
school and then they’re surprised when we start figuring out what’s
fallen in love, again? What happened to the boyfriend? Tim wasn’t it?”
don’t think I’ll ever see him, again.”
I truly didn’t. It’d been too long. I could hope for the best, but I
going to pine away for someone who, in all likelihood was never going
back. I had to move on, but I did, still, have the Corsair to remember
still had that.
you have a driver’s license?” Uncle Walter asked.
crazy boys don’t get to drive.”
call Reginald down at the garage tomorrow. I want Geoff to learn
can about a car. And, which car? He certainly won’t be driving the Benz
Ferrari, but what about the Roadster? It certainly would make him the
every girl on campus, wouldn’t it?”
ask me about girls,” Bertrand said.
don’t look at me, either,” I said. “I don’t know what girls like.”
I think Geoff will drive the Roadster,” Uncle Walter said. “And,
out what’s the best driving school. I don’t want you ferrying him all
he can do it himself.”
sir,” Bertrand said.
looked at him and he just shrugged. He really was Uncle Walter’s
I ask another question? Yesterday, when we were at Jimmy’s …”
were you doing down there?” Uncle Walter asked. He looked shocked and
like I’d done something horribly wrong.
kid you arranged for me was an asshole, so I left him and tried to find
home. I sort of ended up on Santa Monica
at least you were heading in the right direction. But, what were you
told me to go in there. I wanted to go to the pizza place across the
but he said I was too young. What was that all about? And, what was so
when I said I felt like a chicken on display at the butcher’s?”
Walter literally spewed a mouthful of wine across patio at me. Then he
guffawing like a donkey in heat. Bertrand was smiling so hard, trying
laughing, too. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes.
That’s what’s so funny,” Uncle Walter said as he finally started to
“Did he really say that?”
brought the house down,” Bertrand said, looking at me and smiling. “He
certainly made an impression on the noontime crowd.”
wish I’d have been there.”
what’s so funny?” I asked.
dear, a chicken is a young boy like you,” Uncle Walter said. “And, you
you felt like one must have been something to hear.”
me? What makes me a chicken?”
think about yourself,” Bertrand said. “What makes you different from
queer. Oh, you mean, oh, that is funny. No wonder they were laughing at
Kind of makes me feel embarrassed.”
ever feel embarrassed about who you are,” Uncle Walter said. “You’re
you’re young, a little naïve, but that will change with time. And,
young to go into that pizza place. Guys don’t go there for pizza.”
heard about places like that,” I said. “There’s a bowling alley up near
live that has a reputation as a place to get a blowjob, if you’re so
I’ve always been kind of scared about going there.”
well you should. You’re too young to be hanging around places like
do I need to find you another boy to be your friend?”
I’ve got Ricky,” I said. “He’s spending the night.”
Bertrand who is this Ricky fellow?”
you remember Ruben Ortega from the Treasure Islandcast?”
nice boy, I’m surprised I haven’t seen more of him, but who is Ricky?”
brother, he’s about Geoff’s age.”
a minute, do you mean to tell me you have a friend somewhere in this
why?” I answered. He sounded angry. He looked angrier. “He’s upstairs
lounge watching TV.”
good, I was afraid he might be wandering around,” Uncle Walter said.
electronic babysitter was the best invention America
ever came up with. Sucks their little minds
holds them tight. You can go now. Bertrand and I need to discuss some
sir,” I said. I’d been dismissed. My uncle, the movie producer, simply
dismissed me. I got up, looking at my nearly full glass of wine. He was
about that, I hadn’t finished it. Bertrand got up and walked with me
you boys need anything?” he asked. “I can make some popcorn. There
some sodas in the refrigerator up there.”
thank you,” I said. “He just dismissed me like I was some kind of
probably thinks you are, but that’s just the way he is. You’ll get used
kissed me, again. It was like Mother and I kissed. He held me close to
I kind of felt like he loved me. Maybe we were going to be friends.