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Tim and the Corsair
was crying when I
New Years Day. I’d never done that before, actually wake up practically
blubbering. The dream had been about Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith torturing
tell them where Tim was hiding. I’d been having nightmares, but this
first dream where I wasn’t shocked awake. This dream seemed to go on
Mr. Jones’ cue stick and knife bruised and bloodied me. Each jab,
scrape was accompanied by Mr. Smith asking his questions in a whiney
I was crying, asking them to stop. I was screaming as the pain slowly
until I couldn’t take anymore of it; and, then I saw it was Tim who was
tortured. I woke up with tears streaming out of my eyes, snot clogging
and my lips soaked with drool. I reached for Sam, but he was not in the
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 5 – A Day With Peter
I looked at the
It was ten after nine. Mother set out
New Years brunch at exactly ten o’clock. Dad went first and always took
fried eggs, leaving the
scrambled eggs for my older brother Karl, my older sister Trudy, and
could smell the bacon cooking. Mother was still doing brunch even
was dead, Karl was somewhere in Southeast Asia keeping the Communist
dominoes from falling into Australia, and Trudy living in Oregon where
she was attending college. Of course,
had Doctor Randall, Sam, Johnny, and Peter, plus Trudy was bringing
home sometime around noon,
so there were sufficient people for brunch.
I figured Sam was
bathroom, but when I opened the door he wasn’t in there. I took care of
problem then when across the hall to Johnny’s room. The door was open
bed had been made. No one was in the room. Something was up and no one
When I got back to
my room I
saw the note leaning against the Corsair.
and I have gone to Mark’s to watch football games. We’ll have fun when
I stared at the
wondering why he hadn’t told me yesterday or whenever he received the
invitation. Sam was certainly going all out to win Mark’s friendship.
I didn’t have to worry about Sam seducing Mark, or did I?
When I entered the
Doctor Randall was drinking coffee while Mother worked at putting the
Randall said. “Have any New Years’ resolutions?”
“Yeah, get a new
said. “Mother, did you know Peter and Johnny went to Mark’s for the
“Yes we did, honey.
just got back from taking them over there. Why would you want to change
psychiatrists? Timothy has been treating you for a long time.”
“I don’t want to
talk to my
step-father about personal things,” I said.
“Yet, you mean.”
“Geoff, are you
I’m here?” Doctor Randall asked. He had his psychiatrist face on. I
certain which face I liked best; this one or the “I fucked your mother
“No, Sam, Johnny,
need you and I understand you have to be here, but I don’t think I’ll
to be open with you like I have been. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Geoff, I
don’t think it’ll be a problem, but I’ll try to find you someone else.
think you should go wake up Peter and tell him he has to wear clothes
“Yes, sir,” I said
Since the boys
Peter had been spending most of his time in his underwear. No one said
because the boys were getting settled; and, it really wasn’t that big
problem since Sally was down in Oregon with her sister. That was going
After not hearing
to my knock, I opened Peter’s door and saw him sleeping peacefully in
with Mr. Crowley held firmly against his chest. The bedcovers
down around his ankles. He was naked. He had a hard-on and it was
best to fuck Mr. Crowley. Well, the teddy bear was practically half as
he was. Peter was small, short, wiry, not skinny. He had dark brown,
His skin was white, translucent like parchment. I wished my right arm
a cast braced up at a ninety degree angle in front of me to heal my
as I wanted to pick him up and hold him to me; except, I couldn’t bend
because my left leg was still in the cast to heal my kneecap; the
badges of a
I sat down on the
Peter and lightly touched his shoulder.
“Come on, Johnny,
let me put
it in,” he whispered. “I love you, Johnny.”
“Peter? It’s time
up,” I said, not loud, as I jostled his shoulder.
“Huh, oh, fuck!”
He scrambled for
cover himself, but then simply lay back on the pillow with his stiff
pointing up at me. He shut is eyes and said, “Rub it for a sec’, will
I knew what he
wanted and I
didn’t care. I wrapped my hand around his erection and started to jerk
was ready, readier than I thought because I hadn’t gotten up to a good
before globs of semen shot out of him hitting him in the forehead,
and down his chest.
“Thanks, the teddy
wasn’t in the mood,” Peter said, opening his eyes and staring into
were dark orbs full of desired and mischief; our own little Loki.
“I shouldn’t have
I said. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I won’t tell
Sam. Am I
supposed to get up now?”
“Yes, and take a
Brunch is at ten. You don’t have much time because you’ll have to help
my sponge bath.”
“Can I suck your
“No! You need to
on, today. Mother wants you to look nice for brunch; and, Sally is
today. She doesn’t need to see a randy thirteen year old running around
get up and get in the shower.”
“Why can’t I suck
“God, Geoff! I
don’t want to
put it in a shoebox. I just want your dick in my mouth. It’s not my
“Did you know about
being gone, too?”
“Sam didn’t tell
I guess he thought
going to cry because he sat up and put his arms around me pulling me
very close and firm hug.
come all over
my robe,” I said, pushing him away from me. “Now, get in the shower.
you’re done put some clothes on and come upstairs to help me. Maybe I
you suck me.”
“Great, I’ll be out
minute,” he said getting in a quick peck on my lips before heading for
toilet he shared with Sam. “Grab me some briefs and whatever else you
to wear. I can never decide.”
Needless to say,
not a great success as far as I was concerned. I guess that’s what
family traditions when parents die and the kids drift away into their
lives. It was just Mother and me now. Doctor Randall and Peter were
Doctor Randall wasn’t Dad and Peter wasn’t Karl, Trudy, or Sally.
planned on having Sam and Johnny there, but without them our little
little cheer. I think Mother’s biggest problem was that she wasn’t used
having four crazy boys in her house. It was bad enough putting up with
death experiences all the time, but to have three more teenage boys
residence was a four bed ward in a private psychiatric hospital was a
much to expect. She was getting a little frazzled herself.
Peter looked cute
in the faded
blue jeans I laid out for him. They made his ass looked totally,
desirable. He tried to be a nice, normal thirteen, almost fourteen,
boy, but he wasn’t raised by his mother to be anything close to nice or
When he was helping with my sponge bath—and, no, I did not let him suck
dick—Peter told me about growing up with a mother whose best friend was
pusher/pimp. He’d spend time in foster care then come home when his
sober then it was off to another foster home when she started shooting
again. When he was seven she started renting him out to men who liked
boys. She’d take the money to buy drugs, first, then food, second, and
was anything left after that it went for rent and utilities. When he
he started going out on his own to find men. When he was twelve he
the happiness hidden in the stuff his mother was injecting into her
was nearly thirteen when luck almost ran out and he was picked up by a
couldn’t get an orgasm unless his victim was bruised and bleeding.
bit of luck was screaming loud enough for someone to call the cops.
spending some time at the county juvenile facility, he was sent out to
Randall at the psycho farm.
We sat at the
eggs, bacon, pastries, and drinking, Mother’s special treat for New
orange juice laced with curacao and rum. I don’t know whether Doctor
approved, but I could tell Peter knew exactly what was in the juice and
probably in what proportions. Unfortunately for him, children only get
one ten ounce glass. You have to make it last
not going to get another one until next year. Peter whined so much that
Randall sent him to his room. This definitely wasn’t turning out to be
memorable New Years.
After helping to
clean up, I
went to Peter’s door and knocked. He didn’t answer. I wanted company
I broke a house rule and opened the door. All of Peter’s clothes were
the floor beside his bed. He was under the covers holding Mr. Crowley.
barely hear him softly weeping. He didn’t move when I sat down on his
began to lightly caress his bare shoulder.
“What can I do to
day special?” I asked. I didn’t want him sulking or worse, staying in
“Lick my ass while
off, then shove that dick of yours up my ass and fuck me like you’ve
“You heard me.”
“But . . .”
“No, buts. I
rimmed in over a year and that guy wanted me to come all over his belly
rub it all over his dick before he made me sit down on his cock. You
imagine, Geoff. You can’t imagine what it felt like having his tongue
I sat there on his
bed as he
stared at me. I’d never done that or had that done to me. I’d heard
from Kiel, but actually wanting to do it was way down
list of things to be accomplished before I died. What troubled me more
Peter’s nonchalant attitude, as if licking a guy’s ass was something
did, as if it was normal. I could have left at that moment. I
“Not here, we’ll
have to go
up to my room,” I said, not believing these words were coming out of my
“Put some clothes on. No, you have to put clothes on to go up to my
go talk to Doctor Randall. Then you’re going to have to apologize to
Doctor Randall for your little scene at brunch.”
I knew this was
going to be
hard for him. In many ways, Peter was still a little kid who threw
tantrums, then acted as if nothing ever happened. His world was outside
anything any normal person would expect. He’d been basically
on his own
down in the lower reaches of society doing things to survive that any normal
person would never consider doing, ever.
“Now, get up and
I’ll go out with you, but let me talk to them first.”
“Are you really
going to fuck
me?” Peter asked.
He just said he
wanted me to
do that. I knew there had to be some sort of involvement on my part
that was the way Peter worked. Give and take, tit for tat, I do this,
that, and we’re best buds for the rest of the hour, day, week, or
we can keep this going before one of us fucks up and we’re no longer
“You said you
wanted me to
He suddenly looked
very scared. It was like there was a big, ugly ogre standing behind me
rip my head off. I turned to look, but there wasn’t anything or anyone
The door was shut.
“You can’t fuck
whispered. “I just remembered Sam said you and I are not to do any sex
each other. He’ll probably kill me for having you jack me off this
Tears were in his
turned his face into Mr. Crowley and started bawling. I’d never seen
this. I’d never seen a person so crazy they’d act like this. There was
at the door.
“Yes, come in,” I
knowing what to do. Tim was practically screaming. I was too scared to
Doctor Randall came in. He didn’t seem to upset about how Peter was
“What set him off?”
him not to do something,” I said, not wanting to get sex into the
“Sam has control
Doctor Randall said. “Why don’t you go up to your room and I’ll get
calm down. I’ll send him up when he’s better. Okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” I
Peter was starting
and shiver like someone having an epileptic fit. I’d never seen him
before. I’d never seen Peter so out of control.
“Can I come in?”
at my door.
Unlike the other
boys in our house, I left my door open. It was sort of a signal to
Sally, and Dad, when he was still alive, that it was okay to come in. A
door meant I didn’t want to be disturbed. It worked for everyone,
but she was little and was expected to break the rules. She’d actually
jacking off one Saturday morning when I slept in. She ran and told
scolded her for opening my closed door. I was told to take care of
the bathroom. There was a lock on that door.
“Feeling better?” I
probably shouldn’t have said that. Some crazies are sensitive about
someone acknowledge their craziness.
“I’m sorry I said
did,” Peter said sitting down on the bed next to me.
We stared at the
wall. I reached behind his back and grabbed a shoulder, pulling him
I wanted to show him everything was okay, but he tensed and pulled out
“No! Stop it! Sam
can’t do this,” Peter whispered, as if Sam was out in the hall
“I’m not doing
said feeling tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted Peter to like me. I
looking for him to participate in some sexual orgy. “I just want to be
“Then don’t touch
me or Sam
will hit me, again.”
“Sam hits you?”
“When I’m naughty
do what he says.”
fourteen years old. You’re only two years, three months younger than
You’re not some little kid he can beat up just because he says you
“You sound like
but you don’t know Sam.”
“No, I don’t know
“But, he sleeps
And, you have sex.”
“Yeah, just once.”
“But he talks like
possession, or something. Hands off Geoff or I’ll punch you in the
“He said that?”
“Yeah, or something
“Wow, Sam a bully.
“He likes you. He
you. You’re big, like him. He only picks on me. He tried it once on
Johnny punched him in the nose and made it bleed. He doesn’t mess with
“Maybe you need to
“Do you know why
I didn’t know. I
was because he was suicidal, like me, but I didn’t know the reason he
kill himself. Then, I didn’t really know why sweet Johnny was with us,
“You’ll have to get
“Why don’t you tell
“And have him try
to kill me,
“He’d tried to kill
“Oh, gawd, he’s
he’s going to . . .”
He was getting out
control, again. I pulled him into a hug and held him tight against me
struggled to get away from me. I started shushing him like I was a
even a motherly type person. He was fighting me to get away, but I held
wasn’t going to let him get away. I wanted to know about Sam, but I
to upset Peter. We had all day and I didn’t want Doctor Randall to have
him a sedative to calm him down.
I didn’t know what
but I suddenly became aware, as Peter was calming down, his hand was in
crotch, rubbing me. I pushed him away, even though he was softly
“Why does it have
to be sex?”
I asked. I smiled, not wanting him to be afraid I was mad.
“That’s what I do.
That’s why I’m here. It might have been my addiction that got me in
sex is why I’m still here. I do sex with guys. I like having a guy’s
cock in my
mouth. I like the taste of come. I like it when a guy shoves his dick
up my ass
and fucks me. Only, I’m not like that. Geoff, I like girls. I want to
go to college, find some hot babe, and make babies. But, I can’t. Every
get close to a guy I want to have sex with him. Right now, right this
want to unzip your pants and take out your cock and give you the best
you’ve ever had. I want to like you, Geoff. I want you to like me. But,
do it because Sam said I can’t.”
“I like you.”
“Because I said you
“No, I like you
Peter. I like you because you’re here with me now. I like you.”
And, I did
something I didn’t
want to do. I put my hand behind his head and pulled his face toward
kissed him. I kissed him hard and pushed my tongue into his mouth. And,
I held him
against me as I kept kissing him.
“Damn it! Damn it
hell. Why do I have to have this stupid arm in a cast? Damn it, Peter,
to hold you. I want to kiss you. I want to.”
He pulled away from
got up. He walked across the room and sat down at my desk. I lay down
After a while, a
minutes, an hour, a day, however long it was I became aware of someone
me. I must have been asleep, or something. I was hard and a hand was
rubbing me through my pants. I felt my zipper go down and my cock being
out. I didn’t move. I didn’t want this to stop. I couldn’t stop what
The feeling was
enveloping my cock. Fingers were kneading my balls. I didn’t have the
stop what was happening. I felt the tingle in my balls, my groin, my
throbbed, the tip of my cock burned. I pressed my eyes shut as the
shuddered through my body sending burst after burst of come into
Tears filled my eyes and I thought of Tim.
“Make sure my door
locked,” I said. I waited as the body next to me left the bed and
shortly. “The lube is in my top dresser drawer. I want you in me. I
want you in
me, right now. Don’t stop to think about what someone might say, what
might do. Just put that hard cock of yours where I want it and do what
I kept my eyes shut
pants and underwear were pulled down. I rolled onto my side and bent my
leg, exposing myself. Peter was on his knees straddling my left thigh,
himself into me. He was in as far as he could go. Then he pulled out a
and pushed back in. Out, in, out, in, gradually pulling out almost all
before plunging back in. He leaned over me, placing his hands on the
either side of me and kept forcefully thrusting in and quickly pulling
This was hard ass fucking. This is what I wanted. This is what he
I could hear him
hard as his orgasm came upon him. His enraged cock slammed into me
hardly pulling out before slamming in again as he filled me with his
was crying. I felt his tears dropping onto my bare skin, but he stayed
his cock softened.
Peter smiled and I
turned to lie on my back and he lay down beside me. We slept.
I dreamt of Tim. We
were on a
bed somewhere, anywhere. He was naked straddling my face and I was
ass, driving him wild. Come shot out of his little boy dick splattering
erection with a thick, gooey mess. He got up, bent down to kiss me, and
slipped down onto my dick. We continued to kiss deeply as I thrust into
raised himself off me and gobs of come spewed from his dick hitting me
face. A car door slammed shut and then another.
My eyes opened.
Peter and I
were hard as rocks. I poked him in the ribs.
“Hey, why’d you
wake me up? I
was having the most pleasant dream. You had your face buried in my ass.”
“Funny, I had the
“Now, that’s weird.
about crazy. That is definitely crazy.”
“Trudy and Sally
are here. We
need to get cleaned up and dressed.”
“Aw, shit! I was
could go again.”
“Not today. Now
Sally’s going to be up here in a minute or so.”
“I’m hurrying. A
guy can go
only so fast with his friend’s hard-on bobbing in his face.”
“I’ll bob it into
your ass if
you’re not careful.”
promises, all I
hear are promises. Here stuff it in here, but you’ll have to lick it
lickee, no fuckee, crazy boy.”
“Hurry up, pick up
clothes and get into the bathroom. And, stop wiggling your ass at me.
enough without having to perform a silly dance.”
As I shut the
I heard someone trying to get in my bedroom door. Sally was quicker
thought. I turned to Peter and he was still hard, his cock bobbing in
with his heart. I wanted him but there was no time. Suddenly, Johnny’s
door swung open.
“Oh, there you
said, her eyes quickly widening as two hard-ons stared back at her.
“Get out of here,”
but she wasn’t moving as her eyes flicked from Peter’s cock to mine.
“Trudy said,” Sally
but tears welled up in her eyes as she realized she was in trouble,
shut the door, but I could hear her on the other side.
“What do you want?”
“Trudy said to ask
you if you
and Peter want to go to the zoo. You won’t tell Mommy I saw you and
naked, will you?”
“No, and yes we
want to go to
the zoo. We’ll be down in a little bit.”
“She just walks in,
she,” Peter said, turning to me and grabbing my stiff cock. “Sit down
He straddled my
left leg and
shoved his ass in my face.
“Kiss it,” he said.
you dreamt of it, now do it. I know you want to. Kiss it, damn it!”
Now was the time
for me to
say no. I could easily set a limit to my sexual activities at this
I had to do was say no. All I had to do was push Peter’s ass out of my
didn’t have to do this. He was younger than me, littler. He had no say
in what I
did. He couldn’t force me to kiss his ass.
I moistened my lips
pressed them against his pucker. My tongue reached out and flattened
against his tender skin. I could smell his musky odor. My cocked
excitedly as ran my tongue over this place of desire. I’d never been
close. I didn’t know exactly what I should do. I did know not to over
my actions. Lips and tongue are all I had to use to give Peter
feelings, so I set them to work.
I must have been
right because I felt a familiar rhythm as Peter’s hand attacked his
is what he asked of me and I didn’t want to let him down. I brought my
hand up between his legs and began to knead his balls. He responded
gurgling groan. Then without thinking what I was doing, my tongue
him pulling against his tight muscle. His response wasn’t totally
“Oh gawd, Geoff, oh
jeez, oh gawd, Geoff, um, uh, oh jeez, oh FUCK!”
He tensed up as
in his body focused on spewing out gobs of semen.
I pulled away from
sitting back on the toilet. He stood up, turned, then planted his lips
He was holding my face against his when he straddled me and slowly
himself down onto my erection. I winced from the lack of lubrication,
but he continued
to press downwards. I’d never imagined he could be so tight. He pulled
pressed down forcing me deeper inside. He pulled up once more then
dropped back down and came up almost immediately. His lips were pressed
mine, his tongue probing deep into my mouth. I wanted to hold him, but
on my right arm was getting in my way.
Peter was setting
of the fuck. He’d pull up almost to where he was completely off me,
then go down
quickly forcing me into him. I was so lost in the rhythm of him
bouncing up and
down on my cock, the orgasm came upon me almost as a surprise. I wanted
force him down on me. I wanted to hold him, but there was nothing I
could do to
stop him. My orgasm came and went and still Peter worked his ass on me.
“Stop! Peter stop,
stop,” I mumbled. “Peter, stop, please.”
He settled down on
stared into my eyes. He looked empty, as if all of this brought back
memory locked away in some hidden corner of his mind. There was a
saliva running out of the corner of his mouth. He was hard, again.
“Suck me,” he said
stood up. He pushed his cock into my mouth and before I was ready he
thrust deeply into me. In only a moment, he tensed again, but only a
came out. He had nothing more to give.
The trip to the zoo
another bust for the day. Doctor Randall got roped into taking us as
wanted to spend time with Mother. Then all Sally wanted to talk about
Peter’s winkie was different from mine. “Peter’s winkie is cuter than
she’d say before being shushed by Doctor Randall. Then she’d go at it
“Geoff’s winkie is ugly.” Peter sat with me in the backseat of Doctor
powder blue El Dorado almost peeing his pants from laughing so hard as
went on and on about how come boy’s winkies got big and stiff when most
time they were tiny, little soft things.
Then it started
really pouring down, when we arrived at the zoo. Nobody said anything,
watched the rain. Finally, Doctor Randall started up the car and we
Peter and I ended
Chutes and Ladders with Sally, but my heart wasn’t in it, neither was
All of my New Years Day traditions were gone with the death of my
Nothing was the same any more.
“Hey, it’s your
said, slugging me in the arm.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I
thinking about how New Years Day isn’t the same for me anymore,” I
said, as I
rolled the die, moved two spaces and slid down two rows. I did not like
game, either. “I suppose you don’t have that problem considering how
“Oh, my mother
wasn’t bad all
the time,” Peter said as he rolled the die, moved four spaces, and slid
one row. “Actually, we had a tradition when I was little. Mother always
black-eyed peas, they’re supposed to bring good luck in the coming
put a ham bone in the pot for flavor and we’d have turnip greens,
sometimes collard greens, and cornbread, too. When I was seven she got
hundred dollars from this guy who was having a football party at his
was having a bunch of his college buddies over to watch the football
he thought it would be kind of neat to have a boy there with the
beer, and chips.”
“Hey, Peter, it’s
He picked up the
rolled a two and moved two spaces and slid down another row. Then he
had a ham sandwich and he let me drink a beer, then he took me into his
and I made him happy. I’d never done anything like that. I guess he
the extra hundred because I was a virgin. He left and another guy came
get happy. There were eight of them and they all had a good time. The
mother only got a hundred because I was used goods. That’s what the guy
me, used goods. When he brought me home the year I was nine, he gave
mother a hundred
dollar tip because I knew how to use my mouth and they seemed to like
better because they didn’t have to gag me or tie me to the bed as they
do in previous years. I just stayed out with them and drank beer and
their cocks. Mother stopped making black-eyed peas when I was seven. I
having good luck.”
“You sad a bad
said. “I’m going to tell Mommy.”
“I’m going to my
said, getting to his feet. “I don’t feel well.”
“Hey, we’re not
done with the
game,” Sally said.
He looked at her,
then at me.
Tears were in his eyes.
“Go on, the game
important,” I said.
Peter gave me a
wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and walked away.
“Geoff, how can we
“Peter has to go
lie down for
a while,” I said and thought how horrible it must be to have a New
tradition like that. It definitely wasn’t something to look forward to.
“It’s not my turn,
“Oh, okay,” I said,
rolled a four and moved four spaces. Sally rolled and moved her piece.
“Geoff! It’s your
Mommy! Geoff won’t play with me. Mommy!”
I half watched her
the kitchen where the others were talking, but I wasn’t thinking of
this silly game. I half crawled, half rolled to the coffee table, and
and twisted myself to get off the floor. It’s definitely not a good
idea to get
down on the floor when you have one arm and one leg in casts because
damned near impossible to get back up.
It was only a
two and Sam and Johnny weren’t expected home until nearly seven. I
didn’t want to go comfort Peter and get finagled into having sex with
was nice, but three times in one morning was a bit much.
The only problem I
had was I
didn’t have anything to do. With my right arm in a cast, I couldn’t go
throw the basketball at the backboard, but then I hadn’t done much of
since Kiel died. I didn’t have any hobbies. That was
problem. I was so fucking intelligent I couldn’t do anything except
learn foreign languages. Some hobby that was, but I was good at it.
I was maybe eleven
used to go to the library down at the University to read the Chinese
was easier for me to get there than downtown Seattle; and, Mother
to mind because the trolley went right there from the junction, one
trolley, and hardly any chance for a smart kid to get lost. I could get
was good at that, too.
Anyway, one day I
was down at
the library reading a really neat book about Chiang Kai-shek and one of
librarians came up and bumped my shoulder. I looked up at her and went
“What are you doing
She asked. She was new. I hadn’t met her before. She didn’t know my
said it was okay for me to come to the library.
“Reading this book.
quite good.” I said “quite” a lot when I was eleven. I thought it made
English. I’d met an expert in Norwegian poetry at my godfather’s house
was from England. He was so cool because he didn’t mind
Norwegian poetry with a little kid who also spoke Norwegian like a
worked really, really hard to lose my American accent.
“Uh, huh, I think
leave. This isn’t a public library and you can’t make me believe you’re
She grabbed me by
the arm and
pulled me up. Even back then I didn’t resist when people grabbed me. I
her down to the lobby. I’d been on the third floor, so it took a while
there. She didn’t know I’d be back and she’d be embarrassed, but I
would be a good lesson for her. We stopped at the front desk.
“I’m going to write
a note to
your parents and tell them you’re not to come here anymore. If I see
again, I’ll call the campus police and they’ll arrest you for
you know what trespassing is?”
Obviously, she had
experience with geniuses. I tended to be somewhat of a smartass back
then and I
said, “Yes, trespass came into usage sometime in the fourteen century.
Middle-English, from the Anglo-French word trespasser.” I tried to get
accent, but I hadn’t started on French, yet.
She looked at me
like I was
weird, or something. That stuff was right out of the dictionary. You
it up. I remembered shit like that. That’s why I could read and write
foreign languages back then, and speak three, Norwegian, Hindi, which
is a fun
language, and Latin, which is kind of hard because there aren’t a lot
who speak it anymore, except for some people in Switzerland who speak
Latin, which isn’t the same as I learned, but close.
“Don’t get smart
“Geoff, what are
here?” a familiar voice said behind me. I turned and it was Professor
from the Department of Foreign Languages. He was my best bud at the
He was helping me with learning how to speak German, like a Swiss so I
to Switzerland and learn how to speak Vulgar Latin, like a
know this little boy?”
“Yes, this is Geoff
Oh, that’s right, you’re new. Geoff kind of has the run of the campus,
never causes any problems. Do you?”
“No sir.” I didn’t
was a good little boy. God, I was pathetic as a little kid. Smart as
so dumb at normal kid things.
“Well, he certainly
have the run of this library.”
“Uh, Miss, uh, I’m
horrible with names,” Professor Gunther said. He was going in for the
I decided to end this silly game.
right, I have to stop off at the Provost’s Office on my way home,
have someone call. Okay?”
As I turned to
leave I heard
Professor Gunther say to the new librarian, “Provost Williams is the
godfather. Kind of dotes on the boy. But, then, Geoff is about as close
genius as we’ve got around here. So damned smart we’ll never get him to
He’s destined for brighter shores than ours. Oh, and, you’ll probably
call from someone about Geoff.”
She was nice to me
time she caught me reading Chinese up on the third floor. Then I found
was from Ireland and knew Irish Gaelic. That was the fourth
learned how to speak and my ninth language overall. She married a shoe
from Eugene and moved to Oregon a year later. They have a baby boy. We
Sam and Johnny came
few minutes before eight. Both of them were loud and boisterous.
they’d had a good time at Mark’s house. It certainly made me feel good
were so happy. Almost immediately, Peter grabbed Johnny, went into his
and shut the door.
“What’s that all
asked. He was in such a good mood, he looked happy.
“Peter didn’t have
afternoon,” I said. “How was Johnny today?”
Patterson had him doing the dishes as soon as she figured out he was a
freak. All I had to do was make sure he went to the toilet when he had
“I can’t understand
can be so focused on cleaning everything except himself.”
“He’s got a lot of
You should talk to him about them sometime. What did you and Peter do
“In the morning we
fooled around. Doctor Randall took us to the zoo, but Sally was being
because all she wanted to talk about was how Peter’s winkie is cuter
and it rained. Then we came home and after a little bit Peter went to
and I came up here. It wasn’t a bad day, but it was a long way from
“What do you mean
around?” He was suddenly seething. Happy to mad in the blink of an eye.
that little prick what I’d do if you two got together. Why does he push
“Funny, he said
mad,” I said. “Come here big boy, I’ve missed you.”
But, he didn’t. Sam
my door trembling. I got up and limped over to him. He was breathing
when I put my one good arm around him and leaned against his back. He
very mad, and I figured now was a good time to get him to talk about
why he was
“Are you going to
I asked. “He said you’d kill him if I fucked him. He fucked me, first.
crying when he did it. He was rough, slamming into me like he was mad.
know, I felt his tears on me when he came. God it hurt at the end. Are
listening to me?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I
“Come on over to
the bed, we
need to talk.”
Doctor Randall said
control issues. Peter said Sam hit him. I wanted to find out what was
with a boy who might become my boyfriend, now that Tim was gone. I
believe Sam might hit me. I expected him to have that much sense.
I practically had
to pull Sam
to get him to come over to the bed. When we sat down he started
shirt. Under normal circumstances, I probably would’ve let him
this was a time to say no and I did it by pushing his hand away. It was
trying that with only one hand, but I think he got the message because
stopped and stared at my door.
“You’re not going
in there to
hit him,” I said pulling his face around to me. He looked at me as if I
victim. I’d seen that face before. When someone is going to hurt you,
hurt you like stab you, beat you up, or rape you, they have a look that
them. Most people try to get away if they know that look. “You’re going
me why you’re here. I know it’s not because you tried to kill yourself.
might have scars on your wrists, but that isn’t why you’re in this
“A couple years
and Daddy had to go to some party or something at North Park College,”
Sam said. He turned away from me, taking
with him. “Daddy is on the Board. They left me with Laura, my little
She’s a mistake, too. She was four. She is spoiled. She’s worse than
told Mommy that I didn’t want to babysit Laura because she never minded
Mommy said it was high time I started taking some responsibility for
dear. That’s what Mommy and Daddy call Laura, their little dear.
“Anyway, it was
bedtime and I told her to get ready for her bath. She ignored me. I
her, but she wrenched out of my grip and ran from me. She went into the
room and I heard something like glass breaking. She’d knocked over
favorite vase. All the yellow roses were in the floor. Laura said she
to tell Mommy I did it. I slapped her. I don’t know why, but I did. I
at her. She wouldn’t do anything I told her. I told Mommy that Laura
“Laura went to the
and picked up Mommy’s porcelain horse. She threw it at me. It hit the
table and shattered into a thousand pieces. I went over and slugged
the face. She fell down and I was on top of her hitting her in the
didn’t stop hitting her. I was still kneeling over her when Mommy and
came home. Daddy picked me up and threw me against the bookshelf. He’s
big and strong. I woke up in a cell at County. I was charged with
murder. They brought the psychiatrists in and, well, I’m here, now.
“Mommy and Daddy
to send me to prison for hurting their little dear. I can’t go home,
said they aren’t my parents, anymore. They pay to keep me away. A
theirs is my guardian. He’s a lawyer or something. Laura is going to be
broke nearly every bone in her face, but she’ll live. She might not be
pretty, but she’ll live. She’ll always be blind in one eye, but she’ll
didn’t kill her. Geoff, I didn’t kill my sister.
“I get mad
sometimes and I
can’t remember what happens. It’s like my memory turns off. Doctor Tim
not a danger to others if I take my medicine, but I have to learn to
mad. I have to learn not to threaten people. I have to learn not to hit
He leaned against
his arms around me, and started to cry. “Don’t hate me, Geoff.
“I want you to
“No, I can’t do
“Come on, time to
little responsibility for Sam Black,” I said, leaning on him to get up.
stood up and then pulled me up. He was hugging me, hard. He was
something in there,” he said, walking to my door.
“Come on, we’ll go
the bathroom,” I said. Sure enough, the door wasn’t locked. I knocked
Johnny’s door and opened it not waiting for an answer. “Are you two
They were lying on
bed naked with Peter going at Johnny’s dick and Johnny working over
ass. They kept going at it. Obviously, neither of them heard me. Quite
I was a little reluctant to interrupt because they were putting on a
“I’m hard, let’s
out,” Sam whispered in my ear.
“Ahem! Hey you two,
to talk,” I said. I think Peter bit Johnny’s dick from what I saw.
“Hey, you’re not
come in here,” Johnny said, grabbing his hard cock. It was long like
thicker. A good fucking cock. A picture snapped into my mind of that
slipping into my ass.
“Your door wasn’t
said. “And, that one isn’t either. Peter you know what Doctor Randall
“Sally’s in bed,”
“She doesn’t stay
Trust me, I know.”
“She’d walk in on
“To play Chutes and
with Peter? Hell yes! Sam? You’re on.”
Sam walked over to
the bed. I
knew he was about to laugh. I knew it, but he did the right thing,
“Peter, I’m sorry
such an ass to you. I’m sorry for all the times I hit you and
Please accept my apology. Oh, and if we ever do it again, you can do
say,” Peter said. “Now, will you two leave, Johnny was about to come.”
“No, wait a
said. “Geoff? When you get your casts off, will you sleep with me?”
“You mean you want
Peter to be together?” I asked. That wasn’t the reason, I knew that.
“No, I want to be
Peter told me what you two did today and I was just wondering if you’d,
“Sure, I guess
I wasn’t sure. This
another one of those times when saying no was more appropriate than
Sure, Johnny had a cock I wanted up my ass, but I wasn’t certain I
wanted to do
anything else with him. What if he wanted me to rim him like Peter
was still way down on my list of things to do to your partner to get
excited. There was just something about putting my mouth on that part
another boy’s body, especially a boy who sometimes forgot to wipe his
“Come on, Geoff,
school night and my cock is missing you,” Sam said at the bathroom door.
“You two get some
schools for both of you tomorrow,” I said. “Okay Sam, let’s go put that
yours to work. I know just where it’s needed.”