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Tim and the Corsair
“Do you know what
Ricky asked as we stood beside the car that Uncle Walter said I was to
The garage was lit with fluorescent bulbs and the white floor and walls
reflected that light into a uniform, unshadowed glow throughout the
There weren’t any tools to be seen, just four automobiles occupying
bays. At the far end, stairs led up to the former apartment of a
suspected. Who else would have lived above the garage?
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 17 – Happy Birthday Ricky!
Uncle Walter said it’s the Roadster,” I said. I’d spent a week in the
of Reginald, the owner of a repair shop that specialized in odd luxury
owned by odd, rich owners. I knew just about everything I could learn
Mercedes-Benz, mostly so that when something went wrong I could tell
repairman where to start looking versus simply letting him charge me
for problem diagnosis because it was a Mercedes-Benz and foreign and
I knew mechanics, not styling. I knew nuts and bolts, not what animal
that I could sit in comfort waiting for the light to change at Santa
Monica and Fairfax. “That big black thing over there is the
little red thing is the Ferrari, and this silver thing is the Roadster.
thing under the tarp is something old that only Bert gets to drive and
only down to the service station.”
is a 1958 Mercedes-Benz 300SL,” Ricky said. He walked around the front
down looking through the windshield. “Don’t you know anything about
You’re going to have every student in Auto Shop kissing your feet just
ride in this.”
if that’s the case, maybe I’ll give them a ride if they kiss my dick.”
such a big word for such a little boy.”
bigger than you,” Ricky said. He stood up and walked over to the hidden
what is this thing?”
is that something special?”
me put it this way. If you showed up at school in a Dussenburg, half
students in Auto Shop would cream their pants and the other half would
you certainly know which half would get a ride.”
I know guys who’d suck you until next Christmas if you gave them a ride
Dussenburg. And, those guys are all straight.”
about the Roadster?”
they’d be excited, but nothing like the Dussenburg. Say, when are you
practicing Bert and Uncle Walter’s technique of loving you without
it’s not going to work,” he said walking up close to me, “because one
days I’m going to sneak up behind you and give you all of mine right
hand went right in and cupped my right cheek with his fingers doing a
job of searching for something they were always seeking on me.
that!” I exclaimed, turning away from him. He was as hard as I was.
stepped up to him and pressed my body into his as our lips locked
you two! You’re supposed to be washing that car, not making out in the
sport!” I yelled back at Bert who was discussing something with Mr. San
our Filipino gardener. Frankly, I liked Mr. San Diego. He was always
and didn’t seem to care when I hung around him as he went about the
course, having a basic knowledge of Tagalog helped; or, more than
was paid so well by Uncle Walter, that I was simply tolerated as he
tolerate the family dog, if we had one. I wasn’t use to being rich and
people treat me differently than just a regular nobody, like I used to
or outside?” I asked.
know where I want it,” Ricky said returning his hand to my ass.
your dick,” I said turning away from him, again. “Do you want to clean
inside or the outside?”
you idiot! Come on, we have to get this done or we’ll never get to use
said we had to clean that, too,” Ricky said coming in close, but not
about the pool guy?”
are we, domestics?”
getting spoiled,” Ricky said, picking up the bucket and sponge. “You
your uncle said. You aren’t getting a free ride out of this. You may be
but you ain’t rich, either. I’m doing the outside. Get in there and
roll up the
Walter had laid down the law. He’d worked his way up the ladder and if
to live like he did, I was going to have to work, too. No free ride,
That was okay because I had Ricky with me almost everyday after my
at the repair shop and my driving lesson. The instructor always
arranged the route
so that I could stop by the Ortega house to see if Ricky wanted to come
up for the
afternoon, which he always wanted and what he wanted Mama nearly always
Talk about being spoiled.
were becoming very close, but I was holding back on turning our
friendship into something sexual. I wanted to love Ricky for who he
the length of his dick. I wanted to change. I didn’t want a roll in the
just because the sun was shining. If I was going to lose him, as I
expected to happen as soon as we consummated our relationship, I wanted
I loved Ricky Ortega because he was the best friend a boy could have.
though, kept bugging me to move the sex we were having to the insertion
We were having sex, there is no denying that. Beautiful orgasms were
but the little baby makers were dying out in the air while Ricky was
have his dying inside me. So far, I’d been able to breach his
bring him to climax before an attempt was made upon my body, but his
nature kept the end of his sensitive tool probing ever closer at my own
were going to make love. That was inevitable. I just wanted to delay
when I was going to grieve his passing. I hated losing boyfriends and I
certain I was going to lose Ricky.
is it clean?” Ricky asked. Bert squatted down and looked behind the
you did a great job on the outside,” he said. He opened the door and
mirror out of his pocket. He ran it along the bottom of the door. “No,
won’t find any dirt on the outside,” Ricky said. He was smiling at me
hand kept reaching for my ass. He’d started that only in the last
feeling my ass that is. Even during those frequent times when our naked
came together in my suite, his hands, fingers, lips, and tongue were
enamored with my ass. He hadn’t taken that ultimate step, but his
getting ever closer to rimming me; and, I knew, if he did it to me, he
going to expect me to do the same. Our friendship had not, yet, reached
places where one of us might not want to go.
but what about the inside?” Bert looked at me and I smiled, but not too
convincingly. I hadn’t expected this degree of inspection. “You know,
Walter wasn’t kidding when he said this was going to be your car, but
to earn it and earning it means keeping it spotless. This is an
Walter and he’ll take it away from you quicker than you might expect.
know what happens then?”
I whispered, looking like a puppy who’d been caught peeing behind the
get a clunker and it won’t be parked inside the garage, but it, also,
dripping oil all over the driveway, either. The things you’re learning
Reginald will be put to the test. Do you want to be an auto mechanic
of your life?”
since you asked, yeah, I do.”
are you saying?” Ricky gasped. Suddenly, he saw himself not riding down
Boulevard in a 1958 300SL, but in a beat up 1949 Chevrolet Coupe.
not interested in driving something I can’t get dirty and have to wash
time I take it out of the garage. I’ll be nervous as hell driving this
Uncle Walter will ream me a new asshole if some old lady dents it in
parking lot at Ralphs.”
rim your old asshole,” Ricky said, grabbing me.
you stop it!” Oh, god, I’d yelled at Ricky and his face showed it. I’d
seen him look so hurt. Worse, I wasn’t certain this was real or put on.
hadn’t known each other long enough for me to know when he was kidding
really meant it. When he walked away from Bert and I knew it was real.
you tell Uncle Walter I don’t want to drive the Roadster?” I asked.
do you want?”
watched Ricky slowly disappear through the backyard gate and wanted to
him, but I couldn’t leave Bert. That wasn’t done.
at least ten years old. Domestic would be nice. It can look nice and
care of it like you want, but I don’t want something that’s worth more
house I’ll ever buy. I don’t want the kids at my new high school to
you’re Walter Johnson’s spoiled nephew?”
okay, but you may not like his answer. Now, you’d better go to Ricky.
look at me like that. I’m not blind, you know.”
you, and I’ll come back and clean the interior like you expect, okay?”
took me into his strong arms and hugged me. I’d found out Bert liked to
hugs. He also liked to kiss. They were the chaste kisses of family, but
were kisses all the same. Bert and I were becoming close, too.
to let you know, Walter doesn’t like being contradicted. He made a
but I’ll let him know how you feel. Maybe he’ll relent this once, but
push him. If he decides something about your life, you have to live
decision or suffer the consequences, whatever they may be. And, trust
don’t want to suffer the consequences Walter comes up with. Now, go on,
your boyfriend with kisses.”
held me tight against him one more time then kissed my cheek. He patted
when he released me.
know, Geoff, you do have a nice ass.”
wasn’t in the back. He wasn’t down by the pool. He wasn’t in my
found him curled up on one of the black leather sofas in the lounge.
The TV was
on, but the sound was turned down to where I could hardly hear anything
Ricky’s soft breathing. I sat down by his feet and watched a tear
dribble out of his left eye and trickle down his nose.
sorry I yelled at you,” I whispered. “I love you, you know. I guess it
bound to happen, eventually. I always fall in love with boys. It’s a
guess. For a long time I was a pushover for practically any boy who
walking down the street and had dick bigger than mine, which meant
every boy in the world. I wanted to get to know you before we had real
know you want to be doing more, but I want it to be special for you. I
got that chance. I’d been doing things long before I realized doing it
first time could be something special.”
didn’t expect an answer to my ramblings. I didn’t expect Ricky to pay
amount of attention to me. I didn’t expect anything, anymore. I didn’t
him to like me, anymore.
I want to let you now, right now. I do not like kissing or licking
guy’s? You mean you can lick your own ass?”
was smiling when he sat up and wrapped his arms around me and held me
him. I shut my eyes and wrapped my own arms around him. I listened to
breathing and the occasional snort as he sucked snot back up into is
was nibbling at my ear lobe. He knew that drove me wild.
like your ass,” he whispered. “I might never get to go inside you, but
doesn’t mean I have to stop showing you how much I love your body,
every patch of skin, every crevice, your whole body, Geoff. I will lick
kiss you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet because
falling in love with you, too.”
mouth left my ear and his lips moved down my neck until his head was
my shoulder. “I don’t want you holding back, anymore. I want you,
can’t help it.”
pulled myself out of his embrace and ran to my room where I flopped
my bed. (Yeah, for a moment, I congratulated myself for not tripping
loose thread on the carpet.) I didn’t want to start crying, too, but I
stop the tears from coming into my eyes.
felt him get on the bed and lie down behind me. Ricky put an arm down
chest and pulled us together. I didn’t know what was going to happen to
but I knew he was going to go away from me. I’d lost too many
some tragic end to believe Ricky Ortega was going to be any different.
love you,” he whispered just before I fell asleep.
were in the library, another of those rooms the house seemed to offer
closer examination. There were lots of books, of course, but also there
lots screenplays, stage plays, and manuscripts of one form or another.
where Uncle Walter did his work when at home. You might say it was his
except it was primarily a library and I was welcome to peruse its
shelves at my
here because I had been summoned. It was Saturday morning and I
out on a driving lesson, but Uncle Walter summoned me to the library.
sitting behind his desk going over some paperwork of some sort. I could
right off they weren’t scripts. Quite possibly they weren’t my concern,
but I was still getting used to Uncle Walter and I just didn’t know. He
wearing his at-home attire, blue jeans, a t-shirt, and bedroom
slippers. I was
standing on the other side of the desk.
fully expected to get chewed out for something. Being ignored after you
was Uncle Walter’s way of telling you the shit was going to hit your
you’d damn well better have it pointed away from him.
you know what trust is?” Uncle Walter asked. He wasn’t looking at me.
hadn’t seen his lips move or recognized his voice, it could’ve been
the world asking that question.
confidence in someone,” I said. “I guess it’s like Doctor Randall
not to do crazy shit anymore.”
trusted you to become a good, safe driver who would take an interest in
vehicle I was giving you,” Uncle Walter said, still not looking at me.
was a good time to be insignificant, except I was standing directly in
his desk. Worse yet, he wasn’t yelling. He was using a calm, quiet
voice, but I
knew he was pissed.
built my business based on trust. I trust certain people to do certain
and I trust other people not to do certain things. I trust you to be a
person, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. I trust you not to get involved
drugs or alcohol. You haven’t given me any reason, yet, to feel that
isn’t warranted. What irks me right now is having Bertrand telling me
not want to drive the Roadster because you’re afraid someone will
dent it and I’ll blame you. That tells me you do not trust me.”
shit! That’s what I would’ve said if I could, but I couldn’t. I had to
there and take it, like the man I wasn’t. Only, I didn’t trust him. I
know him, so how could I place any trust in him.
shit! This was for real. I looked for a place to sit down, but
weren’t any other chairs in the room. There had been some earlier. I’d
some in there, but they were all gone. He’d done that to make me feel
uncomfortable. I wanted to tell him it was working just as he planned,
probably knew how I felt. He’d probably done this very thing before.
Walter, I, uh, don’t know you. You’re not the same person I remember
last year after Dad’s funeral. You seemed friendlier then. Now, down
you’re all business.”
didn’t look up, but kept reading the papers he was holding.
I don’t think I deserve such a fine car. Who am I to drive such a
car? I’m a nobody.”
never heard papers fall with a thud, but I’d swear the papers Uncle
been holding were thrown down onto the desk and made a horrendous
maybe it was my defense systems kicking in when Uncle Walter suddenly
his feet and came over the desk toward me. Or, maybe it was the
his fist grabbing the collar of my t-shirt; or, the sound of my back
into a shelf full of books. Whatever noise it was, it had my full
top of what was directed toward Uncle Walter’s face directly in front
shit! This wasn’t getting any better and I couldn’t remember ever being
to me boy, you’re not a nobody,” he said, breathing the words into my
Then, just as suddenly, he let go and went over and sat on the edge of
desk. He looked down at the floor.
must have looked like a scared little boy, I certainly felt like one. I
to drop to the floor and wad myself up into a little, insignificant
that was the old Geoff. I was grown up now.
Walter, I feel so out of place here. This house is so luxuriously huge,
the time I don’t know where I’m supposed to sit. Up until a few weeks
was the only known queer in a high school full of straight kids. I
lived in a
psychiatric experiment; and, well, I’m fluent in so many foreign
sometimes I can’t even keep them straight, but the point I’m trying to
compared to you, I’m, god, I can’t say it. Can I?”
was still staring at the floor and he was breathing hard. Papers were
all over from him climbing over his desk, but he kept staring at the
not talking about comparing me to you,” he said after what seemed to be
while. “We’re talking about trust. I don’t naturally trust people.
you don’t trust most people. You just never know when someone will lash
you or stab you in the back simply because they hate faggots. But, I
trust you. I want you to drive the Roadster because, quite frankly,
going to drive the Benz, Ferrari, or the Dussenburg. And, I’m not going
one of those cars nobodies drive. You’re living with me, now, and I
expect you to start acting like you live in the lap of luxury. Come on,
go for a ride.”
walked out of the library and I followed. Passing through the laundry
took a set of keys from the key rack by the door. They were for the
wasn’t feeling all that comfortable, but I knew it could only get
opened the door to the third bay in the garage. He tossed me the keys.
course, I didn’t catch them. Even if he’d handed them to me, I’d
dropped them. I bent down to pick them up and knew he was watching me.
looked at uncoordinated Geoff when he didn’t make a catch. I stood up
wasn’t there, he was sitting in the Roadster.
went over to the driver’s side and he said, “You drive.”
it, Geoff, I said drive,” Uncle Walter said. He wasn’t looking at me.
got in and started it up. After waiting for a moment to collect my
backed out of the garage. I hadn’t done much backing in my driving
I went real slow and overcorrected too much too many times. It’s a
wonder I got
the silly thing out of its hole.
Walter looked over at me and slowly shook his head. He got out of the
and walked over to my side.
practice putting it into the garage and backing it out,” he said. “When
do it without all that extra steering wheel action come and see me.”
spent the rest of the morning backing out of the garage, then reversing
back inside. It took me awhile to figure out how the Roadster needed to
parked in its bay. Then I moved on to figuring out how the Roadster
be positioned once it was outside. Backing out wasn’t enough, I had to
to head down the driveway. Then I started backing further out so I
could get it
set up to pull into the garage.
lunchtime, I was ready as I was ever going to be to take Uncle Walter
ride. I didn’t want to, though. I was still working on the trust stuff
brought up. I guess he was right to feel offended because I didn’t
but I still didn’t feel I knew him well enough to know what to expect.
a two-way street. If I didn’t trust him, how could I expect to do the
things to earn his trust in me?
at the house was whatever you found and fixed yourself. Bertrand fixed
when Ruben, Julie and Ricky came over that first day, but after that he
fend for ourselves. I guess he trusted us to clean up whatever mess we
was a note on the refrigerator that Ricky had called and wanted me to
What a choice for a teenager, boyfriend or food. I made myself a ham
cheddar on rye, with lettuce, a couple slices of tomato, and a huge
guacamole. Bert made the best guacamole in the world. I think it was
sat down at the little desk in the kitchen and dialed Ricky’s number.
been in a house with so many telephones. There was Uncle Walter’s work
the library, Bert’s in his office, mine in my bedroom, the kitchen
another one in the foyer. What surprised me the most was they all had
numbers, but could call each other like an intercom. The one phone at
house answered on the third ring.
It was Ruben. Time for a little fun.
my best female impersonation, which wasn’t all that good, I said,
boy, want me to come over and suck your cock?”
man, you fucking … Oh, shit! … Yes, Mama … No, Mama … I’m sorry, Mama …
(whispering) I’m gonna get you! You want Ricky?”
that would be nice. Hey, Ruben, how’re you doing with Julie? Haven’t
guys in awhile.”
like she’s so fuh, fuh, dang virginal, you know. She hardly lets me
Look, I got to go, okay? You coming to the party tonight?”
will tell you all about it.”
wasn’t more than a moment when a friendlier voice came online, “Geoff?”
sweetie, how’s my favorite teen boy?”
Is that all I get?”
is right here … Yes, Mama, it’s Geoff … No, Mama … I know, Mama … Jeez!
think I didn’t know other people lived here. What are you doing?”
was practicing backing out of the garage.”
the Roadster? You could’ve called. I could’ve rode with you.”
didn’t go anywhere, but back and forth.”
you were in the Roadster. Hey? Why were you doing that?”
did a shitty job of it with Uncle Walter in the car.”
was going to take you out for a driving lesson in Roadster?”
something like that.”
who’s sixteen today?”
I thought you just turned fifteen.”
I was fifteen for a year and now I get to be sixteen. Aren’t you going
me a happy birthday?”
don’t sound too happy about saying that. What’s wrong?”
thought you were a year behind me in school.”
man, I’m going to be a junior, too. Are you coming to my birthday
at my house. It’s just going to be Mama and Papa and Ruben and Julie.
get to meet Papa.”
have to go get you a gift.”
gifts. We don’t do gifts on birthdays, but you can give me something,
know, now that we’re the same age, maybe I could find something you
I’ll look forward to it. I’ll have Ruben come over and get you. It’ll
four or so. Okay?”
I’ll shower and wear something sexy.”
with my father here. He’s worse than Ruben. Are you in your bedroom?”
in the kitchen. Why?”
was going to suggest we have phone sex.”
thought Mama was there.”
stepped out … No, Mama, I didn’t say that … WHACK! … Ow! I gotta go …
the phone went dead.
like to apologize for the way I’ve been acting,” I said. Uncle Walter
in the library working and, not too surprising, all the extra chairs
in their places. I sat down in my favorite, the red leather wingback.
this to work, but I guess I’m going about it all wrong.”
a teenager,” Uncle Walter said, looking up from a script. “All
about it all wrong. That’s what makes growing up so interesting. The
learn from their mistakes go on to greater things. The ones that don’t
die or end up getting some girl pregnant, furthering their incompetence
the next generation. The trick is to get them to flameout before they
chance to breed.”
you’ll never catch me breeding,” I said. He smiled. “I wanted to let
I’m going to a birthday party tonight, so I won’t be home for supper.”
Ricky is sixteen today.”
thought he was a year younger than you.”
you need some money to get him a gift?”
told me they don’t do birthday gifts in his family.”
that! You have Bertrand run you down to get him a birthday card and
I’ll put in
a little something.”
I hoped it was going to be little, but suspected Uncle Walter’s idea of
“little something” would be a check for sixteen hundred dollars.
you think you could do me a favor?” Uncle Walter asked. He looked
“This new movie I’m putting together needs an older teenager and, well,
DeBree isn’t quite what a lot of us had in mind. I’d like to get a look
Ruben Ortega, again. Will you ask him to call my office?”
I’d be glad to.”
went to find Bertrand.
wanted to look good for Ricky, but not too good. I put on a pair of
best madras shirt, and my black penny loafers. I stood in front of the
in my bedroom. Snazzy, I said to myself! The front doorbell gave off
distinctive bing bong ding dong, twiddle dee dee. Making sure I had the
envelope with the birthday card and Uncle Walter’s gift, I hurried to
see if it
not tripping down the Busby Berkeley staircase, I opened the door to
in a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black high-tops.
honey! You’ve come for your blowjob!”
the crap, faggot!” He wasn’t smiling. Not a good sign. “I don’t know
why I have
to be your chauffeur. You’ve got plenty of faggots in this house to
it’s too much for you, I can call a cab,” I said. I stopped, while he
down the walk to his car. Julie was sitting shotgun, not her usual
closer to Ruben’s thigh.
on, faggot,” Ruben said. “We ain’t got all day.”
there something wrong?” I asked. I hadn’t moved. I definitely wasn’t
in getting in his car and listening to his crap.
you coming with me? Or, are you going to have a faggot attack and start
call a cab,” I said. I turned around and walked back toward the house.
maybe ten steps before I felt his hand grab my shoulder. I tried to
off and continue on, but he grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go. When I
around, Ruben looked like a little boy who’d lost his favorite toy.
Geoff, I’m sorry, but everyone’s been on my case today. Too bad you’re
serious about that blowjob, I could use a little attention right now.”
makes you think I’m not serious?” I stared into his eyes. It didn’t
long to look away.
you’re Ricky’s friend.”
I am, but you’re his brother. I have no intention of telling him, but
want to step inside, I might be able to relieve some of that tension.”
stared at me for a moment, then turned and yelled at Julie, “Geoff
something, we’ll be back in a minute.”
know, man, this isn’t right,” Ruben said as I led the way up the Busby
staircase. “I mean, you’re Ricky’s buddy and all, you know?”
that I am, but you’re his brother and I have to be nice to you, too,” I
What I wanted to know, most of all, was this the new Geoff? Was this
become after psychiatric treatment? He was Ricky’s brother, but wasn’t
cheating on Ricky somehow? On the other hand, he was a boy with a dick
being Ricky’s brother. I had hopes of similar equipment. “Come on, in
followed me into my bedroom and I promptly locked the door. Ruben
looked at me
like he couldn’t believe this was happening. I wondered if I looked the
way to him, but we didn’t have a lot of time so I dropped to my knees
undoing his jeans. I wanted access to everything so I pulled down the
briefs; except, the briefs were what I expected, nor what was
you’ve been holding out on us,” I said. What I expected to be white
turned out to be pink panties with frilly white lace trim. Underneath
cleanly shaved skin. The average, unremarkable dick swelled before I
touch it. Cupping the hairless balls with one hand, I put the other
grabbed a cheek as smooth as a baby. Almost as soon as my mouth sank
head he was shooting.
got a bit of explaining, young man,” I said as Ruben put himself back
made it to Letterman’s Club at school,” Ruben said. “All this is a
initiation shit. I have to be like this until we win our first game.”
came kind of quick, too.”
says we need to stop jacking off so much and channel that energy into
you believed him?”
he’s our coach. We have to believe him.”
the next time you feel a little overwhelmed, come see me.”
don’t know, man, this is just too weird. What’s Ricky going to say?”
you going to tell him?”
but he’s my brother. He’ll know something is up if he asks me.”
tell him tonight, okay?”
I guess I kind of have to,” I said as we finally made out the front
in Ruben’s car, Julie looked a little pissed from having to wait, but
weren’t gone all that long. “Oh, yeah, one other thing, my uncle wants
call his office. He wants you on his next movie.”
ain’t having none of that queer shit, man,” Ruben said, stopping about
feet from his car. He turned to face me. “The last time those faggots
over me and I was only fifteen, you know. I’ll call, but he’s got to
faggots away from me or I ain’t doing no more of his movies.”
about if I talk to him about that,” I said. Somehow it didn’t surprise
Walter had queers working for him, but to hit on a fifteen year old
boy, that was
too weird; on the other hand, maybe I didn’t know who was doing the
or who didn’t know he was so damned cute. I had to admit it, Ruben was
looking young man. Adolescence hadn’t done him wrong at all, not like
DeBree; and, if the last few minutes were any indication to Ruben’s
to stick his dick in any mouth that came along, maybe someone was just
too forceful. I’d definitely have to talk to Uncle Walter.
Julie,” I said when we got to the car.
hi, Geoff, you guys certainly took your time,” Julie said, scooting
over so I
could get in the backseat.
wanted a blowjob, but I’m surprised it didn’t take as long as it did,”
whispered, then winked. She looked at me like she believed me. I smiled
She smiled like she knew I knew she was using Ruben for cover. “It’s
she said. “I should be dating you. I’d certainly be a lot safer.”
are you two talking about?” Ruben asked as he put the key in the
who else would we be talking about?” Julie said, scooting over to him
kissing him on the cheek.
was definitely overdressed for the occasion. Even Ricky was in blue
I was the guest, the guy from up in the hills where everyone wore fancy
clothes, not that I was wearing anything fancy. Ricky’s dad, Papa, was
warehouseman big with lots of upper body muscles from throwing around a
shit. The guy was definitely working out for some reason.
this is Geoff, my friend,” Ricky said. Papa was sitting in his chair.
always have a chair that is theirs. Usually it’s pointed directly at
and Papa’s was not exception. He had the requisite beer, cigarettes,
Geoff, so you’re the fucking faggot who is dating my fucking faggot
said standing up and taking my hand in his. His grip was firm and I
firm grip was acceptable. He certainly didn’t try to squish my hand
like a lot
of guys with too much muscle fiber in their brains often tried to do.
to meet you, sir,” I said. I did consider a snappy, wiseass reply to
remark, but figured why should I ruin Ricky’s day anymore than his
tell me, Geoffy, are you letting Ricky stuff you or is it the other way
around?” In the corner of my eye, I saw Ricky shake his head. He’d said
his dad was worse than Ruben and now I knew what he was talking about.
if you don’t mind, I’d stopped answering to Geoffy a number of years
looked him straight in the eyes. I wasn’t in the mood to have this
even though he was Ricky’s dad, fuck with my mind.
you certainly look like a Geoffy, a fucking faggot Geoffy who lets my
his little faggot weenie up your loose faggot ass. I bet you moan like
too. ‘Oh, oh, Ricky let me have your little faggot weenie.’” He was
straight at me.
sir, we haven’t had sex, yet.” I wanted to punch him in the nose, which
strange thought considering I wasn’t the kind of person to punch a guy
nose. Grabs his nuts maybe, but no punching.
on, Geoff, let’s go to my room,” Ricky said grabbing my forearm and
away from Papa.
hadn’t gone three feet when Papa dad said, “I’d cut your fucking nuts
you weren’t my son, and that goes for your fucking faggot boyfriend,
on, Geoff, hurry up,” Ricky said. He practically pulled me toward the
but we weren’t quick enough.
the fuck are you?” Ricky’s Mama yelled as she came out of the kitchen.
kept pulling at my arm, but I turned to see her clobber her husband
head with a wooden meat tenderizer.
the time Ricky shut his bedroom door the yelling and screaming filled
house. Ricky was visibly shaking and I helped him to sit down on his
I put my arms around him and held him against me. I felt him start to
continued to hold him.
he’s finished with her he’ll come in here and start beating on me,”
he won’t do anything with me here,” I said, wincing at the sound of a
that shook the house. I imagined Mama being thrown against a wall, but
was just a piece of furniture. I hoped it was a piece of furniture
yelling and screaming continued unabated.
crazy. He doesn’t care if you’re here. You’ll be lucky to come out of
living in a house full of crazies, I still wasn’t too certain I wanted
around this crazy when he came for Ricky and found me, too. The thought
on the receiving end of fists turned my stomach into a bowl full of
slimy eels. I had no intention of staying and taking a beating if there
chance I could escape.
I want you to pack some clothes,” I said, getting to my feet. Things
thrown in the living room. I hoped one of them was not Mama. “We’re
of here. You can stay at my house until things cool down here.”
looked at me as if I was some kind of fool. I think he really wanted to
and get beaten up by his father. I began to wonder how many times he’d
the receiving end of that crazy man’s fists.
on, hurry up, he’ll be in here any minute,” I said. I went to his
dresser and opened
drawers looking clothes.
you guys, I’m sneaking Julie out of here,” Ruben said as he came into
“You want to come with me.”
trying to get him to pack a few things so he can stay with me,” I said
pulled out underwear, socks, t-shirts, jeans, and sweatshirt. “But he
there. Look at him. Is there a bag or suitcase I can put these in?”
he has a duffel bag in his closet. Come on, Ricky, we got to go. Papa
to be real pissed once he gets done with Mama. You don’t want to be
time? Ricky was in a daze, shock more likely. He was more than willing
right where he was and take his beating even though he hadn’t done
cause it, except preferring boys to girls. Well, I was going and I was
him with me.
found the duffel bag and started filling it with the clothes I’d
plus some button down shirts hanging in the closet, a pair of dress
the snazziest pair of black wingtips I’d ever seen. Ruben had Ricky
but there still wasn’t anyone in the control room. The duffel bag was
but since I stuffed it, I figured it was my job to carry it since Ricky
in any condition to help. Ruben just sort of aimed him toward the
he opened it I tossed out the duffel bag and climbed through so I could
Ricky. He went through the motions, but his expression showed no sign
sort of understanding. His eyes were as blank as a cartoon character’s,
dots on a empty face.
all made it out to Ruben’s car without the crazy man noticing, but as
backing out of the driveway, I could see him through the living room
pounding his fist into Mama’s face. There was blood splattered
could imagine what he’d do to me and didn’t want to think about it. I
know if anyone else saw what I did, and I didn’t let on I’d seen
took Julie home first then headed up into the hills to Uncle Walter’s
All of us got out and went in through the back gate. Uncle Walter was
the patio with Bertrand and he got up when he saw Ruben. I don’t know
if it was
a good time, but I nudged Ruben over towards the patio.
on, you might as well get it over,” I said in a low voice. “And try to
not to call either of them faggots. We don’t like that, you know. But,
to tell him about your concerns on the set. Okay?”
I guess I should,” Ruben said. He looked worried and I suppose that was
understandable considering what was happening at his house. “What about
wait for you in the kitchen. Okay?”
simply stood beside us not saying a word, not looking at anything in
particular. He followed me into the house as if he was on one of the
drugs Doctor Randall sometimes gave us. I had a feeling he was going to
at any moment and hoped we’d be up in my room when that happened. I
hadn’t figured out how I was going to tell Ricky about giving Ruben a
but I knew I had to tell him. I hoped it wasn’t going to make matters
I saw Bert coming toward the house, I parked Ricky on a barstool. “I’ll
in a moment, okay? Will you be alright for a minute?”
nodded his head.
going on?” Bert asked when I intercepted him at the door.
parents are fighting and I thought it best if he stays with us for a
days. Is that okay?”
you pretty much know the routine around here. Is he okay?”
not really. It was pretty bad back there. I guess this isn’t the first
from what Ricky was saying, his father is a real asshole sometimes.”
you need anything, you let me know.”
could see he wanted to kiss me, but I turned away. I felt his hand on
forearm, but I shook it off. Now was not the time for Ricky to see me
Bert, even if it didn’t have anything to do with sex, mostly.
though he needed to get back to their house, Ruben helped me get Ricky
upstairs. He wasn’t talking much, but I guess he laid the law down on
Walter. Surprisingly, or maybe not, Uncle Walter agreed to all his
said they won’t start shooting until after the first of the year so
be able to play football and hopefully be noticed by the scouts from
Ruben had his heart set on playing football at UCLA.
stayed in his stupor until Ruben finally left, but even then his
very subdued. He simply sat on the side of my bed and stared at his
while I put his things in two empty drawers in one of my dressers and
hang-ups in the closet. I felt sorry for him. What a birthday present
parents, “Congratulations on reaching the good ol’ one-six, but by the
we’re going to beat the crap out of each other.”
wanted to comfort him, but I didn’t know what to do, or what would
all of my recent experience with depression, being committed to the
psych ward and living in a psychiatric group home, I should have been
sit right down beside my best friend and work a magic spell over him
smile again, but I couldn’t do anything except sit down beside him and
make him feel I cared. I knew I couldn’t say, “I understand what you’re
through,” because I didn’t know what he was feeling. He was obviously
deep inside, but I couldn’t begin to guess what was going through his
then my phone rang.
is Ruben. Tell Ricky Mama is in the hospital. Tell him she’s okay.
but don’t tell him that.”
in jail. The neighbors called the police when Papa threw Mama out the
kidding. Anyway, I think Papa’s going to be in there quite a while this
this has happened before, but he’s always gotten out on probation real
Ricky I’ll let him know how things are. I guess he’s going to need
stay until Mama gets out of the hospital.”
stay here and get things cleaned up. It isn’t the first time I’ve had
this. Tell Ricky I love him.”
man, we’d both end up crying.”
Ricky asked. He hadn’t moved through the entire conversation.
in the hospital and Papa’s in jail. The only difference this time is
not there with her. I guess this is what I get for being a faggot.
birthday faggot, I’m not going to beat the crap out of you.”
say that! This has nothing to do with you.” I sat down beside him and
put my arms around him, but he pushed me away. He was weeping now.
dribbling down his face. Suddenly, I knew what had to be done.
on, let’s get those clothes off,” I said. He looked at me, his lower
trembling like a little kid who was going to fall apart and start
because we weren’t going to Disneyland like we promised for the past
need a good cry. Come on, I’ll do your shoes and socks. You take care
shirt. Come on, Ricky, you need to lie down for awhile.”
knelt down on the floor and removed his shoes and socks. Then undid his
unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled the zipper down. I thought of what
early in this room when I’d done the same to Ruben; only this time
going to be a blowjob. He stood up and I pulled his pants down and
step out of them. He looked so cute standing there in his tight, white
almost blubbering from what occurred less than an hour ago.
you want my teddy bear?” I asked. It arrived a few days earlier along
Corsair, which I had displayed on top of my chest of drawers. I slapped
bear a couple times to make sure there wasn’t any dust on it and handed
Ricky. He kind of held it by one arm. “He likes to be hugged. Go on,
a teddy bear. Okay, get into bed.”
pulled back the covers and helped him get comfortable on his side with
bear up close to his chest. He was very close to losing it. I had only
to get it right.
come back in a little while,” I said bending down to kiss his tear
cheek. “Come on, Ricky, hold the teddy bear close. He can’t help you if
don’t hold him tight against you. Yeah, just like that. Now, shut your
remember this will pass. Things will get better. And, Ricky, please
the tears, let them carry your sadness away.”
pulled the sheet over him and walked away, toward the door. He was
bawling by the time I held the door open long enough to step into the
closed it quietly and went down to the kitchen to see if there was