story concerns teenage gay males who are involved in sexual
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This story is copyright 2006 by the author who retains all rights.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents
either are the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is
This is my second submission to Nifty. This is a continuation of
“Kiel’s Story” which was last posted on 7/24/06. It is not necessary to
read “Kiel’s Story” before reading this, but it may help you understand
where the character relationships started. Any comments or questions
are welcome at: firstname.lastname@example.org
A warm thank you goes out to all who’ve written. I appreciate knowing
someone is actually reading this stuff. I try to respond to all,
including flames, but time is precious in my life, so if I didn’t
answer yours, please accept my apology.
Tim and the Corsair
May 24, 1965
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 16 – Dear Diary, Part 4
Frank came back today. He performed just like he remembered doing Billy
back in the late Thirties. I was having so much fun I forgot what I was
and came seven times. I’m not supposed to do that here. Mama doesn’t
showing off to the customers, but Father Frank was so impressed he said
wasn’t going to jack off until he comes back in two weeks. He said he
to fuck me until I couldn’t sit down for a week. I told him Mama would
him if he did that.
as he was rubbing himself against me trying to get it up one more time,
started talking about home and how much I wanted to get back there. I
about my mother and father being killed and how they were trying to
give me to
the pornographers to satisfy their debt. I guess I kind of lost it a
started to sort of cry. Father Frank kissed me on the mouth. He’s never
that. That must have done something for him because he got real hard
his dick right up into me. He fucked me real hard.
told him it was a shame I couldn’t go home with him. And he said, “Why
fact, that’s a great idea.”
he left (he gave me a two hundred dollar tip) Mama came into my room
slapped my face real hard. Then she locked my door.
guess I’ll be off the market for awhile.
Jun. 27, 1965
Frank came back and I was released from jail. Well, it certainly felt
jail. He fucked me like he did the last time and I did my frequent
trick. Then he got me to talking about home and I started crying. Then
fucked me real hard, just like last time. The he left, but didn’t give
Mama locked me up, again.
is going on.
one talks to me, including Little Johnny. He hasn’t even asked for a
It’s almost like I’m being kept here for Father Frank, to be used by
Jul. 18, 1965
Frank came back today and fucked me like last time. I haven’t been with
since he was here last. No one talks to me. I can go wherever I want in
house or out in the fenced compound, but no one seems to be interested
is definitely going on, but Mama won’t talk to me. Little Johnny
real hard yesterday and told me to stop trying to talk to him. He said
not friends, anymore.
Aug. 23, 1965
morning Father Frank came to the ranch and took me away. Mama wasn’t
Little Johnny didn’t say anything to me when we left. The few things
mine, including the picture of Geoff, fit in a small paper bag. Little
handed me an envelope. I thought it might be a note from him, but there
over a thousand dollars in there. It was my escape fund.
took over five hours to drive to Father Frank’s house. He’s not a real
He used to be one, but he left the church when they told him he
boys living in his house. He runs a hardware store in Ash Grove,
California, and has a house overlooking the Sacramento River, except my
room doesn’t have any windows.
in the basement. There is a heavy steel door leading into my room. The
floor, and ceiling are smooth concrete. There is a six inch grated
drain in the
middle of the floor. In the corner by the door there is a bucket where
piss and shit. There is a metal bunk with a couple blankets where I can
There is a single bare light bulb in the ceiling.
have my diary and a pencil. I don’t have anything else, not even
Frank hasn’t given me any food or water. He said I’ll have to earn
didn’t say what I had to do. I haven’t eaten anything since last night.
hungry. I told Father Frank that and he backhanded me. He said when I
place in his home I can have sustenance. I’m beginning to think I might
been better off at the ranch, but it’s a little late to think like that.
doesn’t know what day it is or what year. Father has been good to Billy
He gave Billy a cup of water this morning. He said Billy is a good boy.
if Billy is a good boy when he comes home from the hardware store,
he’ll let Billy
get some fresh air in the outdoor cage. Billy hasn’t been outside in a
can’t remember his real name. Billy can’t remember when Father started
in him Billy, but it has been a long time. Billy doesn’t remember
anymore. Billy can’t remember who Jeff is.
say Billy killed Father. Billy thinks that might be true, but Billy
certain of anything. They make Billy where clothes. Billy told them
doesn’t let Billy where clothes. They say Billy killed Father.
are taking Billy somewhere.