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Tim and the Corsair
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 3 – Remember Me With This
It
was Sunday
morning and I
should have been up, getting ready for church, but my head hurt like
hell and I
didn’t care. I was hard and I wanted to take it in my hand. I wanted to
feel
good. I wanted to remember how I felt yesterday, I think it was
yesterday,
afternoon when Jerry was trying his best to be a regular guy with a
dick. Only
someone else was stroking me. I thought it was probably the same person
whose
own hard-on was pressed against my ass.
“Are you awake,
Sam? Or, is
this only a dream?”
“You have a nice
cock,” Sam
whispered in my ear. “I like holding it.”
“I have a bad
headache and I
know you’re trying to make me feel good, but you’re only making me feel
sad.”
“You’re not
nauseous are
you?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because, Doctor
Tim said I
should ask you that.”
“Ah, a concussion
question.
My name is Geoffrey Arnold Johnson. I am sixteen years old. I was born
in Decatur, Alabama. I live in North Park, Washington. Lyndon Baines
Johnson is President of the United States. I hit the back of my head on
a concrete
balcony when
someone pulled me back from trying to commit suicide. That might not
sound too
smart, but I am so fucking intelligent it scares the shit out of me
sometimes.
There is a boy with his hand in my pajamas trying his best to make me
feel
good. Now, are you convinced I am not confused?”
“Okay, smartee, I
guess
you’re okay, but what are we going to do about these erections? You
don’t
intend to let yours go to waste, do you?”
“Sam, honestly, the
way my
head feels right now, I can’t imagine coming, let alone helping you. I
want,
but I can’t.”
“You’re not making
it easy
for me to become your lover.”
I wasn’t, of
course. Less
than twenty-four hours ago I came within a thought of purposefully
dying. Why?
Shit, if I knew I wouldn’t be taking antidepressants that didn’t seem
to be
working. My salvation was lying behind me with his hand on my dick,
trying very
hard to give me a very pleasurable experience. Sam Black, Roman
Catholic,
genius, gay, beautiful, I wanted so much to turn over and kiss him, but
I
couldn’t.
We got up and went
down to
the bathroom, me in my red and blue plaid pajamas and Sam in a white
t-shirt
and green boxers. He certainly knew how to turn me on. Too bad my
switch was
broken. We struggled with our hard-ons trying to get them softened
enough to
allow a dribble of pee to pass. I don’t know which one of us started
giggling
first, but soon we were laughing hard. My head was about to explode
from the
pain; and, then without so much as a fanfare from trumpets in the
balcony my
golden stream shot out so unexpectedly I nearly missed the porcelain
target. As
I began to get some relief, Sam’s cock decided to participate and both
of us
were well on our way to being ready for breakfast.
Back in my bedroom,
I quickly
stripped off my pajamas and watched Sam stare at me. I beckoned him to
me. He
wrapped his arms around me and sunk his tongue deep into my mouth. I
reached
around him and slipped my hands down into his boxers, grabbing those
two white
melons of soft, pliable flesh, pulling him into me. My head hurt like
hell. I
shut my eyes and pushed myself away.
“Damn it, Sam, I
want you so
much,” I said.
“Are you in a lot
of pain?”
“Like you can’t
imagine.”
“Let me help you.
Where’s
your underwear?”
“Middle drawer.”
And, he dressed me.
Briefs,
t-shirt, faded blue jeans, light blue short-sleeved oxford, yellow and
blue argyle
socks, and a pair of black penny loafers I hadn’t worn in months. They
were
almost too tight. I’d have to get a new pair soon. Sam liked penny
loafers.
I sat on my bed
trying to
will my head to stop hurting as I watched him dress. He was so
beautiful, I
wanted to take him in my arms and hold him against me forever. Then I
remembered Mr. Crowley.
“What happened to
my teddy
bear?” I asked. Sam looked up from putting on his socks. He smiled that
little
half smile that showed only a bit of white teeth that made me want to
kiss him.
“I gave him to
Peter.
Johnny’s been going home for visits and Peter gets lonely.”
“Johnny’s going
home?
“No, his parents
are just
playing with his mind. They could care less if he’s there or not. He’s
worse
off when he comes back. It takes Peter nearly a week to get back into
bed with
him. I feel sorry for both of them.”
“I wish there was
something I
could do. I miss them, but I don’t want to go back there. What about
you?”
“I’m not going
home, ever.
Those fucking bastards could care less whether I’m there or not. Come
on, I’m
hungry. Does your mother fix breakfast or is it potluck?”
“Well, I’m
surprised she
hasn’t yelled for us to come down. Maybe I’ll have to fix something for
us.”
“I can cook.”
“Tim said you were
a genius,
or something.”
“That doesn’t mean
I can’t
cook. I’ve been practically living on my own for the past ten years.”
“I guess there’re a
lot of
things I don’t know about you.”
Doctor Randall was
at the
dinette drinking coffee. Mother was in her paisley housecoat frying
bacon.
There were eggs on the counter. A bowl of pancake batter was waiting
for the
griddle to get hot. There were three glasses of orange juice on the
table.
Sally was in the
living room
reading the funnies, we could hear her giggling. Sam went over and
scooted
around the dinette until he was sitting next to Doctor Randall. Neither
Mother nor
Doctor Randall acknowledged our presence. Whatever their game, I wasn’t
in a
mood to play.
“Good morning,” I
said. “Is
there some kind of pain pill for me, or do I have to eat something
first?”
“How’s your head?”
Doctor
Randall asked.
“Sore, aches,” I
said,
walking over to the stove. Mother seemed to shy away from me as I got
close. It
didn’t take a rocket scientist to know why, but at least I was smart as
a
rocket scientist, so I kept a bit of space between us. “I’m sorry to
disappoint
you, Mother. I honestly don’t know why I did it. I didn’t do it on
purpose.”
“Geoff, I was okay
when
Stevie died and you tried to jump off the bridge,” Mother said,
fiddling with
the bacon, not turning to face me. “I was kind of okay when you tried,
again,
after your father died but ended up nearly dead from the knifing. When
Kiel attacked you, I guess that was the last bit
of rock
in the wall. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I don’t know what
to think.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to act. I still love you, will always
love you,
but I can’t handle having you almost die.”
She still wasn’t
looking at
me. Obviously, the little bit of me, the living me, had died in her
heart.
She’d already accepted my death. I must have looked like I was going to
pass
out because Doctor Randall was at my side holding me.
“Why don’t you sit
down,
Geoff,” he said. I smelled it on him, the scent of Mother’s lavender
scented
bath soap. He’d spent the night. I tried to imagine him fucking Mother,
but I
couldn’t get a clear picture. Just when I was about to see a clear
picture him
thrusting into her I saw Jerry on top of me with his rubber dick
slipping in
and out of my ass. I felt my knees buckle and Doctor Randall grabbed my
arm.
“Come on, Geoff, let’s go to the table.”
My mother and my
psychiatrist, now that was a combination I never imagined. It’s hard
thinking
about your mother having sex with someone; especially, if that someone
isn’t
your father and is someone you’ve imagined having sex with yourself. I
wanted
Doctor Randall to be gay. I wanted him for myself, but he obviously
wanted his
dick in my mother’s vagina. Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach.
I broke from his
hold and ran
to the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and my head pounded. I
collapsed down
onto my knees and retched, but there was nothing to come up. I wanted
everything to stop. I wanted it to be over; and, then I felt a hand on
my
shoulder. It wasn’t Doctor Randall’s.
“I’ll take you up
to your
room when you’re ready,” Sam said.
“He fucked her, he
fucked my
mother,” I said, sitting back on my ankles. I turned to him and he
wiped my
mouth with a cool washcloth. I didn’t deserve his love. He was being
too kind.
“It doesn’t matter,
now. I’m
with you. I’ll take care of you.”
“Yeah, but who’s
going to
taken care of you?”
“You will, when
you’re
better.”
“That sounds like
it’s bound
to fail. One crazy taking care of the other. What happens when we’re
both crazy
at the same time?”
“We’ll make love
and
everything will be okay again.”
“Sounds like a
plan. Come on,
I want to go to bed.”
Tim came for
breakfast Monday
morning before school. He looked like someone who knew a secret and was
busting
a gut to keep from telling everyone he met. Mother was still subdued
and
standoffish to me. I must have scared the shit out of her. I wasn’t in
a mood
for school, but went through the motions, anyway.
Tim didn’t talk all
the way
to school. Not a word. I hadn’t seen him since Saturday morning when he
came
over for breakfast, so I didn’t know what was going on. I looked at him
when he
pulled into the circle drive in front of the main entrance.
“What’s this?” I
asked.
“I’m not going in
today,” he
said. He didn’t turn to face me. “I’m getting on an airplane this
afternoon.
I’m going to LA to make a couple movies.”
“Movies? When did
this come
about?”
“Saturday at the
football
game. That’s why I was there, for an audition.”
“How do you
audition at a
football game? What is this, Tim?”
Holding up the
paper bag that
had been sitting between us, Tim said, “This is the model of Uncle
Jerry’s
Corsair. I know you like it, so I’m giving it to you. I want you to
keep it.”
“Tim, what’s going
on?” I
asked. He sounded as if he was going to cry when I took the bag from
him. It
was taped shut and I didn’t make a move to open it. I didn’t want the
Corsair
to be in the bag.
“Look, my parents
sell sex
stuff, wholesale. They import it from overseas, book, magazines, sex
aids,
movies, and some other stuff. I never wanted to get in the business. I
don’t
want anything to do with that shit. I don’t want to sell sex. Well, my
father
decided I needed to do something in the business so he got me a couple
movie
deals. I’m quitting school and going to make some kiddie flicks.”
“What?”
“You know I look
more like a
twelve or thirteen year old than a sixteen year old, well, I guess
there’s a
lot of money in movies that have kids in them?”
“Isn’t that
illegal?”
“Hell, half the
stuff my
parents sell is illegal somewhere. Why do you think we’re so rich?
Fucking
bastard basically sold me to this outfit that does movies.”
“He can’t do that.”
“Geoff, get a life,
this is
the real world out here. I don’t have a choice, okay? None. My father’s
got me
by the balls, so to speak considering mine are so tiny, but anyway, I’m
gone.
The next couple weeks in California,
then down to Florida, and then some other kind of shit they
didn’t tell me
about. It’s been nice knowing you.”
“What about
becoming a Navy
pilot? I thought you had your heart set on that. I thought you had
plans.”
“Look, don’t make
this harder
than it is. I’m gone. I’m already not here. Just forget me, okay? Just
get the
fuck out of my life. Go on, get out of my car. Leave me, damn it.”
“Call me, call
collect, call
me. If you need anything, call me I’ll get help.”
“There’s no help
for me. Now,
get the fuck away from me.”
He was crying.
Tears were
streaming down his face. Whatever his father was holding over him had
to be
something big because Tim hardly ever spoke to his father. I couldn’t
think of
anything good happening to Tim. I couldn’t think what to do. I had to
call
Jerry.
As soon as I got
into the
main building, I headed for the office all the time praying no one
forgot their
lunch and had to call mommy. I tried Jerry’s home number, but there was
no
answer. I looked in the phone book for the Veterans Hospital. I dialed
the number, the receptionist
transferred
me, a woman answered.
“Is Jerry Chambers
there?” I
asked.
“Doctor Chambers?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“He’s in a
consultation now.
May I take message?”
“I need to talk to
him, it’s
very important.”
“I’m sorry, he
can’t be
interrupted.”
“His nephew, Tim,
is in
trouble. I have to talk to, uh, Doctor Chambers.”
“One moment, but I
can’t promise
anything.”
“Who is this?”
Jerry asked
after a minute or so.
“This is Geoff. Did
you know
Tim is leaving today to make dirty movies in California?”
“What?”
“Tim’s dad is
making him go
to California and Florida to make sex movies.”
“Shit! God damned
bastard,
sorry Geoff. Did Tim say when he is leaving?”
“He said he’s
flying out this
afternoon.”
“Probably a private
plane.
They don’t like the possibility of interventions. But, what airport?
Not
Sea-Tac, no not that, but maybe Boeing Field, no maybe Paine Field.
Look,
Geoff, I’ve got to go.”
“But, what about
Tim?”
“Go to school. I’ll
take care
of this. Did he say how his father convinced him?”
“Something about
being sold,
some shit. Something about having him by the balls. I couldn’t
understand.”
“Fuck! The damned
bastard is
trying to play his ace, only Tim doesn’t know it’s only a joker. Don’t
worry.
I’ll call you at home this afternoon. Oh, how’s the head?”
“Still a little
sore. I miss
you.”
“Go to school. I’ll
be mad if
you don’t. I’ll take care of this. Don’t worry, I’ll get Tim back.”
He hung up on me. I
stood at
the payphone watching the hall slowly fill up with students. Home
period was a
few minutes away. Another boring day at North Park High.
---------------
Mother wasn’t at
work, she was
home. Doctor Randall was there, too. I looked at them sitting at the
dinette
when I came in, but I went straight up to my room. I wasn’t in the mood
to talk
to the man who was fucking my mother. I knew she wasn’t in the mood to
talk to
her already dead son.
My bedroom door was
open.
Familiar voices were talking inside. When I got to the door I saw Sam
sitting
on my bed. Peter and Johnny were sitting on the floor playing Chutes
and
Ladders with Sally, probably losing horribly, poor suckers.
“Am I missing out
on
something?” I asked. Sam was up and practically ran to me. Our lips met
for a
moment before I had to break away. I had to be careful of the paper bag
holding
the Corsair. I didn’t want to break it. It was all I had to remember
Tim if
Jerry didn’t get him off the plane. I still couldn’t figure out what
was
happening.
“What’s in the
bag?” Sam
asked.
“Something Tim gave
me,” I
said, putting the bag on my desk. I turned and Sam’s lips met mine,
again.
“Hey, Sam, quit
hogging our
new brother,” Peter said.
“What?” I asked.
“You don’t know?”
Johnny
asked. He was up and walking toward me. “Didn’t your mother tell you? I
hope
she isn’t starting to act like my parents.”
“Tell me what?”
“Your mother is
going to be
our foster mother,” Sam said. “All of us are going to live here, with
you.”
“And, me,” Sally
said.
“And, you,” Peter
said,
kneeling down and hugging Sally. “I get a little sister. I’ve always
wanted a
little sister, Geoff, and now I get to share yours. We’re going to have
fun
together, aren’t we Sally?”
“You can have the
spoiled
brat,” I said.
“That’s not nice,”
Sally
said. “I’m going to tell Mommy.”
“That’s all right,
Sally,
we’ll take care of him,” Johnny said, slugging me in the arm.
“Hey, watch that,”
I said.
“I’m older than you.”
“Yeah, but I’m
oldest,” Sam
said. “So if anyone’s going to be punishing you, it’s going to be me.”
“You won’t punish
him,” Sally
said. “You’ve been kissing.”
“Um, guys, a word
of
warning,” I said. “There are little eyes in this house. So if you want
things to
continue here as they are out at the hospital, you’re going to have to
be very
careful. Understood?”
“Okay,” all three
said in
unison.
“Now, tell me
what’s this
about all of you living here?”
“Doctor Randall
convinced me
to let all of you live here,” Mother said from behind me. I turned. She
smiled
and held out her arms. I sank into her embrace and nearly started
crying. She
hadn’t held me like this in years. “He’ll be here, too.”
I tensed and I
think she
noticed, but she continued to hold me to her. It hadn’t been that long
since
Dad died, but maybe their marriage wasn’t that good. He’d never been
here all
that much, always out on the road being the best pipe salesman west of
the Rockies, so maybe Mother got tired of him being
gone. I didn’t want to think
she missed having a dick between her legs, but I thought of it anyway
seeing
Doctor Randall in my mind sticking it to her while she moaned in
ecstasy,
“oooh, Timmy, fuck me, fuck me baby, fuck me hard.”
God, I was
pathetic. How
could anyone think such thoughts about their mother? And, my
psychiatrist, what
was I going to do about him? “Daddy? I’m having this little problem
with
suicide. Can you help me?” I was not about to reveal my most secrets
thoughts
to that man, not again. Fuck!
But, I stayed in
Mother’s
embrace, letting her say when it would stop. It was nice feeling her
love,
again. Maybe Doctor Randall gave her a good talking to, then fucked her
brains
out.
It was not be for
awhile,
yet. The county had a ton of paperwork to process, workmen had to come
in and
add another full bath downstairs and a three-quarter bath upstairs, no
more
running downstairs to take a shit. All three boys had to have separate
bedrooms, but that was easy as Karl’s and Trudy’s bedrooms were not
being used
and there was the guest bedroom, too.
We, Peter, Johnny,
Sam and I,
decided that Johnny would have the other bedroom upstairs so Peter
could come
up and sleep with him. Sam was going to be spending most of his time in
my
room, anyway, so it made some kind of sense to have all of us boys
upstairs.
We’d be together, again.
Jerry called after
dinner,
while we were having dessert. Sally answered and said, “There’s a
Doctor
Chambers who wants to speak to Geoff.” Mother looked at me. I shrugged
my
shoulders and went to the phone. I’d have to explain, but I wanted to
find out
about Tim.
“Hello?”
“Geoff, is that
you?”
“Yeah, is Tim okay?”
“I’ve sent him out
of town.
He’s in a safe place.”
“I don’t
understand.”
“Look, my brother,
Tim’s
father, is involved with a number of men whose interests tend to run on
the
darker side of the street. I needed to get Tim out of town for his own
safety.”
“But, why?”
“Tim is adopted
and, I guess,
the paperwork might have been forged. Anyway, my brother decided Tim
was of
better use to the family as a porn star and prostitute, than the
youngest
member of the family.”
“Prostitute?”
“Yes, that’s the
biggest
problem we’ve got. It seems some of the people my brother’s become
involved
with are not nice people. Now, I can’t tell you where Tim is for your
own
safety. There are people looking for Tim right now. I’m also going to
be gone
for awhile.”
“But …”
“No, none of that.
I’ll keep
in touch, but you can’t know where I am. I want you to be extra careful
because
you are Tim’s friend. I’m not worried about my brother doing anything
stupid,
but the people he’s dealing with don’t really care if you’re only
sixteen. I’ve
got to go, we’ve talked too long.”
He hung up, again.
I didn’t
know what to do. Tim was gone. He wasn’t going to be doing any of that
bad
stuff, but he was still gone. And, who were these people I had to watch
out
for? It almost sounded like they were some kind of criminal, someone
who
wouldn’t have a problem with killing a sixteen year old boy, me, to
find out
where Tim and Jerry were hiding.
The only thing I
could figure
out was I needed Sam and he wasn’t here. I’d lost another best friend.
God, I
was such a pathetic loser. I was going to be so happy when I finally
got the
nerve to kill myself.