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Tim and the Corsair
Mother is not happy.
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 1 – Some Things Never Change
When Dad died a few
ago, she suddenly became the boss around here. Well, actually, she’d
for a long time, what with Dad out on the road all the time selling
now she was really boss. I’m a problem. She loves me. She has to, comes
the mother job, but she’s disappointed. I can tell by the look in her
I’m home. I get
beat up at
school and I get sent home. Somehow she doesn’t think that’s right. Of
the bad guy went out with the police. He won’t be back. I have to go
not bad, just pathetic. She puts up a good front, but a kid can tell
when a bit
of love has been subtracted out of the equation. I wanted to cry. She
left my room.
I was alone.
The plate of dinner
brought up because I didn’t come down was on my desk next to an old
the Illiad. I’d been reading Virgil, again. I get sad and I
or Greek. If I’m really bad, I read Russian. I’m teaching myself to
Sanskrit, too, but I’m not that sad, haven’t been in months.
I opened my closet
squatted down to the foot locker, unlocked the latch, and opened it.
Crowley was on top tucked under a little baby blue cotton blanket. Mr.
is my teddy bear. I carefully picked him up and took him back to my
Sitting down, I held him close and started to weep. I wasn’t sad enough
blubber like a baby. I was only a little sad.
There was a knocked
door. Mother opened it and looked at me. She smiled and stood out of
Sam came in. Mother closed the door.
“Hi,” Sam said. He
over and sat beside me. He was wearing blue jeans and a brown,
sweatshirt. He still had the penny loafers on. He’d shaved. There was a
wad of shaving
cream behind his ear. “Nice teddy bear. Does he have a name?”
“Mr. Crowley, meet
Sam, uh, I
don’t know your last name,” I said holding Mr. Crowley out so Sam could
“She’s going to
hospital, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she’s a
have to do that. It comes with the job.”
I felt his hand
take mine and
softly hold it. He leaned his head against my shoulder. I heard him
“I liked sleeping
with you in
the hospital,” Sam said.
“I only remember
you doing it
“I did it almost
It made me feel good having your bare skin against mine.”
“Did you, you know,
“No, just that
“That was nice. I
“You went to sleep.”
“I felt good, for
“Can we be friends?”
“Will you go back?”
“If you want.”
“I don’t want you
to, but I
think you should if you have to.”
“Will you hold me?”
“Will you hold me?”
We lay down facing
other. Our arms threaded themselves between our bodies drawing us
was weeping. I was crying. I fell asleep.
When I awoke the
morning, Sam was gone. It was early, an hour before the alarm was to go
heard a car in our driveway. From the streetlight, I could see Doctor
talking to Mother. Sam was sitting in the front seat. He looked sad. He
holding Mr. Crowley. I went to take a shower.
Later, sitting at
bowl of puffed wheat with a sliced banana mixed in, a glass of orange
two slices of buttered cinnamon toast—I worked through my math problems
yesterday. It took about three mouthfuls of cereal to finish. It was
too easy. I
did the chapter pre-test while working on one piece of toast. I
ahead in the book, trying to find something difficult, something I
on my own in the months, weeks, days, years ago when I was bored with
languages. There wasn’t anything new. I could probably do all the
on one rainy weekend if my hand didn’t get tired from writing.
said walking into the kitchen. She was wearing a blue gingham dress
white blouse. She had her pearl necklace. I noticed the wedding ring
I hadn’t noticed it before. I wondered if she’d taken it off today or
when I was in the hospital. I hated it when things happened and I
“Are you going to
have a good
day, today?” Mother asked. She sat down across the table from me. She
wearing a different perfume, it was lighter than the cheap shit she
“If someone doesn’t
hit me, I
“Geoff, I want you
to know we
all want to help you.”
“I know. It’s just
sixteen. I didn’t think it’d be this hard being a teenager.”
“It doesn’t get any
“Did you call
“You know I had to.”
“Yes, but Sam is
“We talked a little
this morning before Doctor Randall came. He’s a nice boy.”
said he might authorize Sam to visit you now and then. You’re certainly
to go out there.”
“Is that okay?”
“He doesn’t seem,
he seems younger than you, not that I’m saying you’re old.”
“He’s only two
“But, that mean’s
“A lot older than
“Yeah, but it’s
okay with me.
Are you happy?”
“He makes me laugh.”
“You said that
“Yes, but Timothy
working and drinking himself to death.”
“Do you guys, I
forget it. It’s none of my business.”
“No, we don’t. And,
no it is
none of your business what we do. I don’t need your permission.”
“Can I get a lock
door? I was thinking that something might happen in my bedroom you
want Sally seeing, not that anything is going to happen.”
“I think that is a
idea, Geoff. I’ll get one and you can put it in. It’s time you start
some household repair skills. You’re going to be on your own, soon
“I’ll have to get
help, he’s more mechanically inclined.”
“Does Tim know
“Don’t hurt him,
Tim was late
getting to our
house. He usually came for breakfast, but he hardly had time for a
orange juice. He was too chipper for me, bubbly. Our kiss was long,
“You boys better
school,” Mother said. It’s nice having a mother who doesn’t care her
son is gay. I have enough problems without having that one.
“You didn’t call
Tim said sitting down with his orange juice.
“I had a friend
I met at the hospital.”
“Sam Black? About
height, seems uninterested in everything.”
“How do you know
“He lives a couple
from us on the lake. I know he was at the same hospital as you. I
“But, he doesn’t go
to North Park.”
“Oh. Catholic, huh?”
“Smart, too, like
“Did he spend the
I looked at him. He
getting to know me enough to ask the right questions. I wanted to get
him just as well, but I was having too much trouble figuring myself out
concentrate on someone else.
“You didn’t tell me
sitting at the Fairy Table,” I said touching the bruise on my face. I
when I got home, but it was still blatantly noticeable from the broken
“Sorry, I didn’t
Monica asked if you’d be there, I just assumed you’d wait for us. Dick
an SOB, but my dad knows his so he’s never hassled me. Are you okay?”
“If I wasn’t so
doped up on
this drug, I’d be embarrassed, but Billy wants to get me into some sort
“Yeah, it’s on the
on his desk: William A. “Billy” Washington, Boy’s Vice Principal.”
“I wouldn’t make
too much of
it. I saw the paddle, too.”
“Is it as big as
“Bigger. Like an
knock your tiny ass to the floor.”
“But, you’re not a
“I told him, but he
going to call Doctor Randall. He knows about Doctor Randall.”
“Tim, would you
cinnamon toast to take with you?” Mother asked.
“No thank you, Mrs.
I’m okay. Come on Geoff, we’ll be late, again.”
I got up, put my
bowl in the
dishwasher, took my antidepressant, picked up my school books, and
the door. I stood on the back porch for a moment, then walked back into
kitchen. Mother was waiting. I kissed her on the cheek.
“I’ll try to have a
day,” I said. “I hope you have one, too.”
“Thank you, honey,”
said. “Tim, you have a good day, too.”
Johnson. Come on
Geoff let’s go find out if they missed us last night.”
Tim pulled out of
driveway and headed straight down to Oak
Park Boulevard. Traffic
light enough for him to
at One Hundred Thirteenth. When he passed our turn of at One Hundred
I knew something was up. When he turned into War
Memorial Park, I knew something was
definitely up. I
looked at his
brown jeans. Brown jeans, that was it!
We circled around
Doughboy and turned into the Arboretum. Tim turned onto Grand
Fir Lane and after a few seconds we came to
area, it was full of cars. Well, only three, but there were only five
spaces. The next one was full, too. At the next one, there was a man in
standing outside his car. He was short with a big middle-aged gut
his belt. At the next one, there was only one other car. Tim pulled
end space and turned off the Coupe. He turned to me and smiled.
“Your choice, in
here, or in
the redwood grove,” Tim said. He slid across the seat and his hand was
zipper. He had me out and in his mouth before I could answer.
opened my door and Tim followed me, closing the door behind him.
As soon as I lay
down, he was
on top of me, his mouth and hands working their magic. I reached up
and unbuckled his belt. I had to hurry. Not only was I already on the
having Sam sleep with me last night, I knew Tim was probably fighting
himself in check. I pulled his jeans and briefs down all at once and
lips over his erection. He let go in a sudden, shuddering orgasm
mouth with his warm come. I shut my eyes and felt my spine tingling. My
burned with excitement and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gave in
released myself into Tim. He was ravenous, taking me deep into his
kneading the juice from my balls with his fingers.
I heard a car door
slam and I
froze. Tim wasn’t moving, either. I looked up as Tim raised himself
rear window to look out. Then I saw the dribbles of come on the side
nudged Tim. He looked over toward the other car. I heard it start up.
“Dirty old fucker,”
“The bastard was watching.”
“Had a good show.”
“Yeah, but he needs
“Come here, I
He lowered his
dick into my mouth and began to slowly thrust, fucking my mouth. It
long. It never takes Tim long. He was off almost before I was ready,
in my mouth long afterwards allowing me to caress his soft white ass.
“We’d better go,”
pulling out of me. “I’d like to stay here all day, but you have classes
“I’d like to make
you,” I said, pulling him back down on top of me and reaching for his
cock with my mouth. “It’s been too long.”
“Did you do it with
asked. He got to his knees and pulled up his briefs and brown jeans.
“You know what I’m
Tim said, putting my dick back where it belonged and zipping up my
leaned down and kissed me hard and deep.
“No, not last
“In the hospital?”
“Once, but I fell
before I did anything,” I said, following him to the front seat. He
Coupe and backed out into the lane.
“You fell asleep?”
“Yeah, they keep
drugged up in those places. I was still fairly dopey. I guess he slept
every night, though.”
“I don’t know, but
sleeping with me.”
“God, Sam Black
gay. Are all
you smart guys gay?”
Haven’t met too
“What about your
“Hardly any of them
smart as me, just good studiers. If you studied as hard as some of
could be in honors, too.”
“Yeah, but I don’t
want to go
to some smart-ass college. I’m going Navy ROTC. I can get that at North
“You don’t want to
go to New
“Your Uncle Jerry
wants me to
go to Columbia.”
“Yeah, he went
the war. You haven’t called him, yet.”
“Are you checking
up on me?”
I asked. I don’t know, but Tim seemed to be taking a little too much
in me. I wasn’t certain what his motivations were, but he seemed
or, maybe, I was being paranoid, again. Psycho Geoff Johnson can’t
anyone, even his best, well, almost best friend.
“No, I’m just
you. I care. Okay?”
Yeah, okay, if
that’s the way
you want it. I wondered if Sam sucked cock, too. Maybe he was a fucker,
like Kiel. His dick felt kind of big
that night in the
when he was fucking between my thighs. It felt good being held in his
hand on my cock. Too bad I fell asleep.
How was I going to
with Tim wanting to be with me so much? I wondered if Sam kissed. Some
didn’t. Tim was never kissed once until I did it to him. All those
Stevie fucking him and never kissed. Kind of made one think about what
weirdo Stevie really was. But, Stevie did kiss me, but not a lot. My
around his dick more than on his lips. Maybe Stevie didn’t like to kiss
Oh, well, he was dead and I had Tim, and now, maybe, Sam too.
I don’t know why I
was on the
bus heading toward Uncle Jerry’s apartment on Beacon Hill. Tim was at a
University football game with
his dad. UCLA was in town
to beat the local losers and Tim said he had to go, something about a
deal his dad was working on. I don’t know what role Tim was playing,
couldn’t get out of it and I couldn’t get out to see Sam, so I didn’t
anything to do. I’d called Uncle Jerry earlier in the week about
lessons Vice Principal Washington was trying to get me in and, well, I
getting invited over to Uncle Jerry’s.
It’s not that I was
going to his apartment, I was scared of being alone with him. I still
him to put some kind of move on me and I didn’t know if I could resist
temptation to have sex with an older man. I thought of all the
already had, all the ways one man could love another, all the things I
bound to find out for myself over the next few years or so, but to
everything now when I was just sixteen, that would be something. Only I
scared shitless that very thing might happen.
The bus ride up to
apartment took nearly two hours and went through some areas of Seattle
where I was, other than the driver, the only
person on the bus. I sat in my seat trying to look inconspicuous as the
filled, emptied, then filled again with various minorities. I wasn’t
being amongst these people. Other than Vice Principal Washington and
housekeeper at Tim’s house, I never saw any black people in North Park.
We had a Chinese family who lived on our
block, but no one talked to
them. I knew they had kids, but they were younger than me so I never
reason to go near their house.
When I finally got
the street from Uncle Jerry’s apartment, the bus was nearly full of
ladies who I couldn’t place. Most of them spoke some sort of foreign
but I couldn’t pick up enough to get an idea where in the world they
There was Spanish, English, and this other language in their speech,
jumbled together. I was going to ask someone what they were talking,
would require courage and I didn’t have any of that. I stood on the
watching the bus pull out into traffic wishing I wasn’t so pathetic I
talk to strangers.
“Geoff, come on in
Uncle Jerry said. “Let me get your coat. Did you have any trouble
I told him about
the bus ride
and the people on the bus when I got off.
from the Philippines. They
live all around here. Nice people. My
secretary’s parents are from Leyte. Didn’t you talk to anyone?”
“No, I don’t talk
people,” I said looking at the floor.
“Come on, let’s get
comfortable in the living room,” Uncle Jerry said putting his arm
back, his hand on my shoulder.
I flinched from his
“Steady boy, I’m
my foot. You’re going to have to support me.”
I looked down at
pants leg. It felt weird having his hand on my shoulder. My dad had
same thing a lot of times and it never meant anything to me, but I was
expecting something from this man, so I guess it was only natural I’d
“Sorry,” I said. He
I steadied him, walking slowly to the living room. I sat in the sofa
not surprised he sat next to me. He put his hand behind me and began to
massage my neck.
“Still think I’m
suck your dick, or something?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes, no, I don’t
“You know what
“But, Tim said you
bastard? Yeah, I
gave him a blow job. Probably the worst one he ever had, fucking
“The kid wasn’t
“But, he and I
were, and Tim
“There was no Tim
and him. It
was just him fucking my nephew. What were you doing for him?”
“Sucking his dick.
me sometimes, too.”
“All the time?”
“No, not all the
time, but he
said, fucking asshole was using me, too. Damn it, I thought he was my
friend. Fuck! Everyone I’ve talked to has said what a bastard Stevie
you know what that makes me feel like?”
“Like you’re a
“Yeah, and probably
“Do you want to?”
“You can’t do that.”
“You’d be surprised
can and can’t do. Come to my boudoir the spider said to the fly.”
And, before I could
Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue, I was on his bed on my
with a pillow under my ass. He was naked, too. Other than the missing
looked normal from the back.
“What do you like?
thick, long and narrow, short and thick, or something like Tim’s?”
“Tim’s is too
small. Why do
said turning around. “Dildos. Strap-ons. Tim’s family business. How
one, not too long, not too thick, just right for a beginner.”
He put it on and
was a guy with an erection. He hopped over to the bed and got on his
“Hand me the lube,
that drawer. The surgeons left a bit of nerve right where my clitoris
if I wanted to become a woman, but I didn’t. If I put this on right,
I’ll get a
wonderful sensation as I’m doing you. Do I have to tell you how to do
“No, I’ve had that
“Mind telling me
“County psych ward.”
“Nice place for a
fucking county bureaucrats. They should all be taken out and shot for
good they do anyone.”
“We don’t have to
Uncle Jerry said. “You can say no.”
“I’m all lubed up
to go,” I said. “Long and slow.”
“Long and slow.”
Jerry was taking a
dropped the uncle and he didn’t mind. I felt wonderful. I hadn’t felt
in months. I knew it was wrong for me to have let him do what he did to
I didn’t care what anyone might think about a sixteen year old boy
fucked my a forty year old man. I didn’t have a care in the world.
in my life had come to fruition. I was complete, whole.
I was standing on
side of the railing on his balcony, barely holding on with my hands. I
see the parking lot below, nothing between me and the ground below.
head first, I kept it going through my mind, head first. Hit bottom
head and it would explode is a mass of bloody tissue, instantaneous
bottom with your feet and there was an agonizing moment before death
took over as every bone in your body slowly shattered from the impact.
I was at peace.
A hand was around
my neck. I
was falling backwards. I briefly saw Jerry’s face before my head
the concrete balcony turning off awareness.
I woke up briefly.
I was in
an ambulance. I could hear Jerry talking. The attendant looked at me,
smiled, then everything was gone.
I woke up in the
room. I saw one of the doctors who fucked me at County. The fucker was
my pants off. A little bump on the head and the pervert had to get his
looking at a teenager’s little dick. I wanted to scream at the bastard.
Doctor Randall talking to Jerry.
I woke up in a
floor County General,
you can tell by the numbers on the outlets,
fixtures, TVs, beds, and the paint on the walls. Eighth floor was
green. It was
the only medical pediatric floor that was green. I was in a two bed
room. The other kid was eight, maybe ten. His parents were hovering
He looked kind of out of it. There was an IV in his arm.
I turned my head
back to the
other side. Mother was sitting in a chair. Doctor Randall was talking
He looked pissed. Sam was looking out the window. He looked at me and
“I want you to know
upset,” Doctor Randall said. I looked towards him and could see he was
“I expected a little more responsibility on your part.”
My head hurt. I
talking to you,” Mother said. I didn’t look at her. I was still staring
He was still smiling.
“Yeah, well, he
me a question,” I said.
“Don’t get smart
boy,” Mother said. She was mad. She only called me boy when she was mad.
“Geoff? Your mother
take you home,” Doctor Randall said. I turned my head to look at him.
“Personally, I prefer you coming out to the hospital for a few days,
going to let her take you home.”
“Thank you,” I
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what made me do it. I was in the apartment,
then I was
outside, standing on the wrong side of the railing. Honest, I don’t
“It’s okay, Geoff,”
Randall said. “Sometimes those things happen. I’m going to change your
medication, give you something that will help you in those situations.
stay here tonight, then go home tomorrow.”
“One of the men who
me in the psych ward was in the emergency room. He cut off my pants.”
“Okay, Geoff, I’ll
of it. Now, I want you to get some sleep.”
“Can Jerry come to
“He’s out in the
tell Sam to have him come in when we leave. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Mother kissed me on
She’s never done that. It was a light, familial kiss, something you
a dead relative. She followed Doctor Randall out of the room.
said, walking over to my bed. “I guess you took quite a hit. Doctor Tim
you have stitches.”
“Why are you here?”
“Because Doctor Tim
might be able to help you.”
“Tim told me about
“Tim is nice. I
like him. I
like you better.”
“Tim might be my
“Okay, I’ll be your
He leaned over the bed and kissed me. His lips lingered on mine. His
“Will you be at my
“For a while when
Jerry came in. He
sad, very concerned. If he had a dick, I would’ve sucked it.
“I’m sorry to have
so much trouble,” I said. I took his hand in mine and brought it to my
kissed it. “You saved my life.”
Geoff, I’m used
to it,” he said. “I usually deal with veterans who can’t accept what
and shrapnel have done to their bodies. A lot of them try the same
did. I’m used to saving lives.”
“That wasn’t my
I said, still holding his hand. I wanted him to have a dick. I wanted
it in my
mouth. I wanted his dildo in my ass. I wanted his lips on mine.
“I know, I talked
Randall,” he said. “I’m going to be helping you, too. I guess there are
of us who want to see you make it.”
I beckoned him down
“Will you fuck me,
whispered. “I liked it long and slow.”
I lay my head back
the pillow and closed my eyes. I dreamt of a bridge, a high bridge of
city. I dreamt of falling into a meadow of flowers. Baby rabbits were
around the place where I fell. I smelled the sweet scent of wild
dick, an erection, was thrusting into me. I screamed. I screamed. I
I woke up and
was holding my hand.
“I dreamt that …” I
“It was no dream,
have an armed guard outside your door. Concussion or not, we’re getting
I didn't care, I was such a loser, such a pathetic
deserved to die. The world was going to be better off when I finally
nerve to let go and plummet to my death.