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Tim and the Corsair
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 6 – Johnny and the Corsair
The
Fairy Table was
almost
full when I hobbled in for lunch that first day after New Years. Mark
was
sitting over by the bronze fairy across from an empty seat which I
assumed was
being saved for me. Monica was next to Mark, which was surprising
because
before Christmas break they were only talking on the phone. Across from
Monica
was a girl I seemed to recognize. She had a familiar face. The last two
seats
by the aisle were empty.
As I got closer, I
caught
Monica’s eye and she nudged Mark in the ribs. He said something to her
then
suddenly jerked away from her. He got up out of his seat and limped
over to me.
“Stupid bitch, I
don’t know
why I bother,” he said. “Can I go get you a tray?”
“She told you to do
this?” I
asked. “That’s nice, Mark.”
“I told her to do
it because
she’s your friend.”
“Well, anyway,
thank you.
Here’s fifty cents. I’ll have the black plate.”
School colors for
North Park
were red and black which comes from the red and black plaid shirts
lumberjacks supposedly
wore when the school open back in the late 1890s. We were the
Lumberjacks. And,
no, the girls’ teams were not the Lumberjanes, Lumberjackettes, or
Lumberanything
other. They were Lumberjacks, too. If they had a problem with that,
they could
go to Crestline and be a Beaver, snicker, snicker.
The cafeteria ran a
black
plate lunch which was some kind of hot meat, vegetable, and fruit
combination
with milk. The red plate was some kind of fish, vegetable, and fruit
combination with milk. Whenever they had grilled salmon which was about
every
other month, I don’t think they sold one black plate, which was good
because it
usually was liver and onions. Today’s menu was a combination pizza with
an
apple. The fish was sticks. If it didn’t look like fish, I didn’t eat
it.
I sat down next to
the
unknown girl on the aisle seat. I wasn’t in the mood to figure out how
to get
my straight left leg under the table and not knock my foot into the
girl,
Monica, or Mark when he returned. It was only for one day, anyway, so I
figured
they could live with me sitting in a different seat.
“Hi, Geoff, do you
remember
Millie?” Monica said. She was wearing her school spirit sweater: red,
black and
white vertical stripes with a two bladed axe embroidered on the back
and a
smaller one over her left breast which had a silver football pinned to
it. I
wondered if it was Mark’s football pin. I wondered if something had
changed
while I was gone.
“Millie? No, I’m
not sure,” I
said, kind of turning to her, which was hard with my right arm between
us. “You
look familiar, but I can’t place where we’ve met.”
“Seventh grade,
Mrs.
Satterfield’s art class,” Millie said. She was wearing a green, long
sleeved
sweater and gray slacks. She looked very officious. “We sat together.
We
modeled for each other for the sculpture project.”
“Oh, gawd, the dick
and slit
show,” I said.
“The what?” Monica
asked.
“The dick and slit
show,”
Millie said. “We had to pair up for a clay sculpture project, everybody
except
Alistair, that is. Do you remember Alistair, Geoff? What a fag he was,
a total
fairy. Well anyway, Geoff and I were rebels back then and I did his
dick and he
did my slit, which he did upside down so you had to look at it the
right way to
figure out what it was. Mine was easy, but he had to get creative
because we
only had a limited amount of clay to use. He wanted to do a tit, but I
was a
little behind back then and wasn’t even wearing a training bra. We were
suspended for three days.”
Mark placed my tray
down in
front of me. There was a pizza on it. Not a slice, but a whole pizza
and a
bottle of Coke. I looked up at him.
“The cooks say
welcome back,”
Mark said. “They sure didn’t do that for me.”
“Yeah, but you got
the coach
fired,” Monica said.
“You know, this is
really
nice, but it isn’t sliced and I only have one hand,” I said, trying to
look
pathetic, which wasn’t hard since I had years of practice.
“Great, but you
have to give
me a piece,” Millie said, reaching over and tearing the pizza into
fairly equal
portions that could be eaten with one hand. “You know, Geoff, it has
always
bothered me why you didn’t try anything with me when we were naked and
doing
that art project.”
“You guys were
naked?” Monica
asked. “You got naked with Millie?”
“Yeah, but I was
sucking
Alistair’s dick at the time.”
“You’re a fag?”
Millie said.
“I always thought there was something wrong with you. Damn it, Monica,
why’d
you bring me to this table?”
“It’s the Fairy
Table,” Mark
said. “Anybody would’ve told you this is where the outcasts sit. Too
bad, too,
because now you’re marked. You’ll have to do wonders to sit at some
other
table. I know of at least three football players who’d be willing to
let you
sit at their table, but you’ll have to put out and I’m not talking
about just
kissing.”
“Well, I’m
leaving,” Millie
said, throwing the piece of pizza down on my tray. There was lipstick
on it
from where she’d bitten off a piece. “I’m not sitting with a fag.”
We watched her walk
over to
the conveyor to get rid of her tray. I suppose she was trying to appear
huffish, but she looked kind of funny.
“She’s got a big
butt,” Mark
said. “It wobbles instead of wiggling.”
“Yeah,” Monica
sighed. She
was probably thinking what she looked like from behind. Monica didn’t
have a
big butt. She didn’t have much of a butt, at all. Her hips were kind of
broad,
but there was no meat on them. She wiggled when she walked. “Sorry,
Geoff, when
I saw her before Christmas I remembered you two seemed kind of close
back at
Bruce. I guess her family moved back from Florida in November.”
“We were kind of
close, but
me and Alistair were a lot closer. Can I ask you two for a favor? I
need a
hobby. Yesterday I didn’t have anything to do and I thought I should
have a
hobby.”
“You need a
boyfriend,” Mark
said.
“I have a
boyfriend, but he
was at your house yesterday.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s
right he
was there, wasn’t he.”
“Is something
wrong, Mark?”
Monica asked. He looked kind of pale, like he was going to get sick.
“No, uh, Sam and I,
well, we
were in my bedroom, and, well.”
“What did he do to
you?” I
asked. I didn’t want to sound livid, but I was so close to being
really, really
mad, I think it came out that way because Mark kind of shied away
toward the
bronze fairy.
“Did you kiss him?”
Monica
asked. Mark half smiled, the half smile of someone caught with their
hand down
another guy’s pants.
“And, he did what?”
I asked.
I wasn’t letting this go. Mark and my boyfriend making out when they
were supposed
to be watching football games was not on my schedule for the evening
news. Sam
would be swallowing teeth if I was a violent person. As far as I was
concerned,
he was going to sleep in his own bed, but then I remembered I was
supposed to
sleep with Johnny because I was getting my casts removed.
“He didn’t do
nothing,” Mark
said. He was a football player, he didn’t have to sound intelligent.
Then his
voice dropped to a whisper, “We just kissed a little and I touched him.”
“He let you touch
him?” I asked.
I couldn’t believe this. Sam seducing Mark. This was totally
unbelievable.
“Yeah,
I touched his cock,” Mark whispered. “But it was still in his pants.”
“Well,
that’s a good thing,” I said. Monica looked like she’d swallowed an
olive pit.
“Look,
you two, I just remembered I have to go to a cheerleaders meeting,”
Monica
said, getting up. “I’m probably late already. I’ll talk to you later,
okay
Geoff?”
“Will
you call me?” Mark asked, but Monica was already out in the aisle
heading
toward the conveyor.
“Well,
Mark, you’ve done it this time. I doubt if she calls you until after
Spring
Break.”
“Good
riddance.”
“I
thought you two were getting back together. Isn’t she wearing your
football
pin?”
“That
silver football on her spirit sweater? That’s not mine. The school
didn’t give
me one because they thought it might cause a disruption or something.
That pin
is to show support for all the guys who attacked me. I nearly get
killed and
they get the school’s support. Sometimes I wished I had killed myself.”
“So
tell, me, did Sam seduce you?” I asked. I didn’t want to get into
another
suicide pact with Mark. Although I didn’t want to talk about Mark’s
peculiar
desire to climb over to the other side of the fence, it was better than
deciding which suicide method was best for him.
“Nah,
I asked him to kiss me,” he whispered. I noticed the tables on either
side of
us suddenly quieted down as if everyone wanted to get the latest dirt
on Mark.
“Then things sort of escalated. He was rubbing my chest. I didn’t know
that
rubbing a guy’s chest in a certain spot, or two, could be so
stimulating.
That’s when I put my hand down there.”
I
saw heads turn slightly as if ears were trying to tune in a better
signal. Mark
was whispering, but who knows how sound travels in a cafeteria crowded
with
prying ears.
“Tell
me something, did you like it?”
“Yeah,
I guess it was okay. I mean nothing happened. He didn’t touch me down
there, so
it wasn’t like I got all that excited.”
“Just
a little, huh?”
“Yeah,
a little, but you know when we was doing it I was thinking of you. I
was
imagining it was you with me. I like you. Then Johnny knocked on my
door and
Sam had to leave. What’s with Johnny? I mean he was always picking up
things.
Every time my dad put out a cigarette Johnny took the ashtray to the
kitchen
and cleaned it. Mother finally took him in there and had him do the
dishes. She
found him scrubbing the floor a couple hours later. Is he sick, or
something?”
“Yeah,
Johnny is sick, or something. I don’t know what his story is. We’ve all
got
something wrong, but I haven’t had a chance to talk to Johnny, yet. All
I know
is he likes to clean up a lot.”
“And,
Sam, had to wipe his ass after he went to the bathroom.”
“Yeah,
that’s another problem Johnny has. He’ll clean up your mess no
questions asked,
but he can’t seem to remember to keep himself clean.”
Thank
god the bell rang because I was getting nervous. I took the last
swallow of
Coke and Mark stacked his tray on top of mine. He walked out with me.
When we
reached the hall I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“I’d
like us to get together,” he whispered in my ear. I kind of tensed up,
which I
think he noticed. “No, not like last time. I don’t want to force you. I
just
want to know what it’s all about. Okay? I just want to know.”
“Sure,
figure something out and I’ll be there,” I said. I didn’t turn to look
at him.
I felt sorry for him, actually. He was so lonely; and, now, I find out
Sam
kissed him and rubbed his nipples. I’d have to remember Mark liked
that; and,
apparently his subconscious wanted a loving dick up his ass, that made
me
smile. Nothing like a nice, slow fuck to energize a new relationship.
Now,
that was a scary thought. Was I ready for a relationship with Mark?
Could he be
the boyfriend who was to succeed Tim? Was I overanalyzing again? Or,
was I
being my old crazy self, again?
But,
I couldn’t get him out of my mind. All those muscles and he thought of
me when
he was with Sam. Now, that is love. Gawd, Mark in love with me. And,
people
think I’m weird.
I
was supposed to go on my own to the doctor to get the casts removed,
but it was
pouring down at the end of sixth period. Two blocks to the bus stop,
then
transfer at Oak
Park and
Hundred Twentieth, then get off at Hundred
Twentieth and Meridian and walk three blocks west and cut through
North Park
Memorial to the doctor’s office on the other side. Easy, if you don’t
have an
arm and a leg in casts and it’s not raining. I stood at the front door
trying
to decide what to do. Then Mrs. Butterfield, the attendance secretary,
came up
to me.
“Geoff?
Hi, your mother called. She’ll pick you up. I told her to meet you at
the
cafeteria service entrance. Do you know where that is?”
“No.”
“Go
through the cafeteria to the kitchen. Someone will show you the service
door.
There’s a ramp and it’s covered all the way down. You won’t get wet at
all.
Okay?”
“Thanks,
Mrs. Butterfield.” She was nice. I always enjoyed talking with her,
explaining
why I was late and why my parents didn’t write me a note. She was good
about
cutting me a little slack when I should’ve been doing makeup time in
detention.
“Oh,
and Geoff? I just want you to know not everyone here is against Mark.
Some of
us think it’s downright disgusting the way most people are treating
him. I just
wanted you to know.”
“Thanks,
Mrs. Butterfield. I know Mark would appreciate knowing that.”
“Oh,
please, don’t tell anyone I said that. Please don’t do that.”
She
walked away. She wanted to be nice, but didn’t want to get fired for
supporting
the wrong side, which is understandable considering how many people at
school
were supporting Mark, including the principal and most of Mark’s
teachers.
I
hobbled back to the cafeteria and found the school’s backdoor. I’d
never been
back there. It was quite interesting, actually, if I’d been interested
in huge
garbage bins full of cafeteria waste, which I wasn’t. The school’s gas
connection was back there, too, which probably might have interested a
future
mechanical engineering student, which I wasn’t. What did interest me
was Mother
waiting for me. She looked like she’d been there quite a while.
“Hurry
up, honey,” Mother said, starting car when I opened the door. “We’re
going to
be late. What took you so long? I called the school an hour ago.”
“Mrs.
Butterfield just told me in the foyer,” I said, throwing my books on
the floor
and scooting into the backseat. The front seat didn’t slide back enough
so I
had to sit in back, except I couldn’t get in and shut the door, too.
“Well,
are you going to shut the door?” I asked. She looked at me, then at the
door,
then back at me. “Sam or Peter or Johnny or Sally is with us and you
don’t have
to. I can’t, so we can’t go till you close it.”
She
put the car in gear, jerk forward, slammed on the brakes, and the door
slammed
shut.
“And,
you didn’t see me do that,” she said. “You’ll fail your driving test if
they
see you do that.”
“You
failed your driving test?”
“They
gave me a ticket for reckless driving.”
“My
mother, the crook.”
“It’s
not funny. Did you have a good day?”
“Yeah,
I saw Monica and Mark at lunch. And, do you remember Millie O’Reilly
from when
I was in seventh grade? I guess they’re back from Florida.”
“The
girl you did that horrible art project with? Her father works for the
telephone
company. They’re always transferring him somewhere. I wonder if they’re
the
people who bought the old Watson house over by Mallard Lake. I guess
I’ll have to give Peggy a call when
I get
home. What about her?”
“She
doesn’t like people like me.”
“Smart
people?”
“No.”
“Oh,
sorry, honey. I was trying to lighten you up a little. You seem glum.
Well, I
am surprised because I believe one of her older brothers is like you.
I’ll
definitely have to call Peggy, now. You be sure to remind me when we
get home.”
Millie’s
brother a fag. Now, that was interesting. Obviously, he wasn’t a
favorite
brother. She probably would’ve hugged me and given me his phone number,
invited
me over to meet mother, “Here’s Geoff, the homo I was telling you
about,”
“Would you like some cookies and milk, gay boy?” “No thank you ma’am, I
tossed
some cookies in the cafeteria when I drank some sour milk.” I’d
probably have
to kiss her father and suck all her other brothers’ dicks. They’re
probably so
into all things homosexual, Millie hated me because she was being
ignored at
home. She always had to be the center of attraction. With that big ass
of hers,
it’s no wonder. It’s surprising the world didn’t revolve around her
with all
the mass she carried back there.
Doctor
Baumgartner delivered me and didn’t cut my foreskin off. He didn’t cut
Karl’s
off either. He’d been a country doctor until suburbia moved out and
took over
his practice. We still went to him because Mother trusted him. What she
didn’t
know about boys and foreskins made Karl, then me, the center of
attraction
nearly every first day of PE. We stood out in a crowd. All the city
boys with
their bared heads and Karl and me embarrassed because we weren’t like
them. I
remember Karl telling me before I went into seventh grade about jock
straps,
undressing in front a room full of boys, taking a shower, and having to
show
off my dick to every boy in my class until Mr. Masterson threatened to
give
everyone three swats for making a big deal about something so tiny as a
twelve
year old dick with its foreskin still attached.
The
good doctor made me strip down to my underwear before he cut off my
casts. Then
he washed my arm and leg with a warm soapy washcloth, “they don’t teach
this in
medical school.” Then he started to examine the scars from the knife
wounds.
When he got to my nipples, both of which were nearly cut off by Mr.
Jones, he
started to pinch them like he knew what he was doing.
“Do
you have any numbness with either of these?” He asked.
“No,
there’s a little tingling under the left one.” He was making me hard. I
didn’t
know what to do.
“Normally,
we wouldn’t be concerned whether you lost these or not, but for a boy
like you,
there is a lot of stimulation here. I can see you’re enjoying this,
aren’t you,
Geoffy?
“No,
why are you doing this?” I whispered. I was nervous. This wasn’t
supposed to
happen during an office visit. My doctor was not supposed to make me
hard.
“Haven’t
had a good pair of nipples between my fingers in years. I know you’re
enjoying
this, I have eyes, you know.”
I
was sitting on the examining table and my briefs were not hiding my
erection.
Then he took my cock out and began to suck it. My doctor, the man who
didn’t
cut off my foreskin was giving me a damned good blow job. I couldn’t
believe
what was happening. I couldn’t believe he got me off so quickly. I
couldn’t
believe he swallowed. This man had to be in his fifties or sixties and
he
sucked my cock.
“Thanks,
Geoff. I haven’t had a cock in my mouth since college, brings back some
good
memories. You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“No,
sir, I don’t know what I would say,” I said. I couldn’t think of anyone
I might
want to tell. This wasn’t something you told other people about.
“I
was like you when I was younger, only I figured once I got out of
medical
school I should get married and be straight like everyone else. It
worked for a
few years. Then I went to a high school reunion and ran into my old
boyfriend.
He’s a corporate lawyer down in Tacoma. Had a real nice wife. Wouldn’t
say a word
to me.
“Let
me tell you something, Geoff, you can’t turn it off. You can’t get
married and
go straight. It doesn’t go away. I’m sorry I did that to you. I’m
sorry.”
“Doctor
Baumgartner, please don’t be sorry. You got me going rubbing my
nipples. You
know what that does to some guys. I don’t want you to be sad. If you
want, I can
make an appointment for a prostate exam. I’m sure you’d like that, too.”
He
looked at me like I was some kind of crazy person, which I was and he
knew
that, but he gave me the strangest look.
“No,
this did not happen. Period. This didn’t happen. I shouldn’t have done
that.”
“Doctor
Baumgartner, please, I understand. I bet it’s been hard for you with
all the
naked men you’ve seen and not being able to touch them like you wanted.
Nothing
probably would’ve happen today if you hadn’t examined my nipples and I
got a
hard-on. If I was a straight kid, nothing would’ve happen. You know I’m
gay and
you know I enjoyed what you did. I know you’re not supposed to do what
you did
and you could get into a lot of trouble, but I’m not going to say
anything to
anybody. And, I wouldn’t mind coming back for a check up and letting
you check
the scarring in my rectum with your special tool. I know you’d like
that. I
just want to be nice to you.”
“No,
Geoff, no. This didn’t happen and nothing is going to happen, again.
Now, go
home, please.”
He
was devastated. All those years of hiding what he really was and it
suddenly
popped out on a sixteen year old boy with a raging hard-on he caused by
tweaking my nipples. All I had to do was tell Mother and he’d have his
license
revoked and probably spend some time in jail. But, he was good. He was
very
good. I hadn’t had a blow job like that, ever. Me tell? Heck, I wanted
to get
his dick up my ass. That’s what I wanted. He definitely blew the wrong
kid. He
might have had grandkids, but I definitely wanted his dick and I was
going to
get it, too. He was going to give me that rectal exam whether he wanted
to or
not.
Johnny
was bubbling over with excitement when I got home. This was his night.
He was
finally going to get me in bed with him. I had no idea what to expect
from him.
The only thing I knew was that he liked to rim Peter and have his cock
sucked.
I knew he really liked to have his cock sucked. He met me at the car
when we
drove up. He opened my door and I smelled shit. It was pouring down
rain and he
wanted to hug me. He smelled like shit.
“Come
on, let’s get inside,” I said trying to get my books and get away from
him. He
was waiting for me at the backdoor. He looked so excited. I was
probably the
only thing on his mind.
“Did
you wipe your ass today?” I asked. I stood there staring at him. “Did
you? You
smell like shit. Hasn’t anyone said anything? You smell horrible. I’m
not going
to bed with you smelling like that. Go take a shower, damn it!”
He
stood there staring back at me. His lips were trembling. He looked
scared as if
he expected me to hit him.
“Go
take a shower, damn it!”
He
stood there blocking my way into the house. He smelled horrible, like a
dirty
diaper.
“What’s
wrong? Didn’t you hear me? Go take a shower. Now!”
He
turned and practically ran into the house. Then I realized I’d gotten
mad at
him. I’d actually gotten mad at him. I’d gotten mad. I’d gotten
emotional. You
could’ve knocked me over with a feather. I was so happy. I’d gotten mad.
I
was smiling I was so happy. Then I heard the shower upstairs. Johnny
was
actually doing what I told him. Maybe that’s what he needed. Somebody
to tell
him what had to be done, instead of saying, “Johnny you should wipe
your own
ass when you’re done.” Heck with that mollycoddling shit. That boy was
going to
learn to take care of himself if it was the last thing I did; and, I
had the
carrot. He wanted to have sex with me? Well, that boy was going to
start taking
care of himself, or no sex.
I
went to find Peter. I was going to stop Johnny from having sex with
everyone
else, so I could be the carrot. I wanted that nice long dick of his and
he was
going to be clean. Peter wasn’t at home.
Sam
was in his room, staring at the floor.
Doctor
Randall was in his office doing paperwork.
“Hi,
uh, can I talk to you?” I asked. He looked up. Then he looked at what
he was
working on. Then he looked at me, again.
“Why
is Johnny taking a shower?” He asked. He wasn’t smiling.
“He
didn’t wipe his ass and I told him to take a shower,” I said. “He
smelled like
shit.”
“Good.”
He
went back to the paperwork.
“Is
something wrong?” I asked. I knew something was wrong.
“Peter
got some drugs from someone at school.”
“Is
he in the hospital?”
“Yeah,
he OD’d.”
“He’s
not . . .”
“No,
he’s not dead, but he won’t be coming back here for awhile. I don’t
understand
how he could’ve done that. He was doing so well. I thought he was
responsible
enough to be out on his own.”
“Are
you in trouble?”
“No,
just a little setback. These things happen. He’s an addict. You have to
expect
setbacks.”
“Can
I go see him?”
“No,
not today. Maybe next week sometime. I’m sorry.”
“I’m
kind of worried about Sam. I was going to spend some time with Johnny
tonight.”
“What’s
Sam going to do?”
“He
was going to be with Peter, but I guess he’ll be alone now.” No wonder
Sam
looked so sad. Kicked out of my bed and no one to be with him tonight.
And, if
I left Johnny, then Johnny would be sad.
“I’ve
got an idea,” I said. “It’ll sort of kills two birds with one stone, so
to speak.
You see, Doctor Randall, I don’t mind sleeping alone, but those guys
have been
sleeping in the same room for nearly a year. They’re used to having
someone
close.”
“And,
Johnny?”
“Well,
I’ll have to talk to Johnny. It might take a couple hours, maybe three.
Could
you stall Mother on dinner? I want to make sure Johnny is okay with
this.”
“I
think he’s done with his shower. Talk to Sam on your way up because I
don’t
want to have to give him an injection.”
“Yeah,
I guess I’d better.”
Sam
definitely liked the idea of sleeping with Johnny. They hadn’t gotten
along too
well since Johnny punched him in the nose, but Sam was more than
willing to
make up if it meant having someone sleeping close to him.
“And,
you have to tell Johnny to wipe his own ass,” I said. “We’re not
babying him
anymore. He’s got to start taking responsibility for himself.”
“Is
Doctor Tim okay with this?”
“Yeah,
I think he is.”
“Then
you know what Johnny’s problem is.”
“No,
I don’t, but we’ll work it out.”
“You’ve
got to talk to him or it’ll blowup in your face.”
“I’m
not going to be nice about this. He’s either going to start taking care
of
himself, or he’s not getting any sex from anyone, including you. And, I
appreciate it if you guys didn’t do anything tonight, either. Nothing.
If he
wants sex, it’s either me or his hand. No one else. Not even Peter.”
“Doctor
Tim told you?”
“Yeah.”
Johnny
was still in the bathroom when I got upstairs. He was brushing his
teeth. I
never realized what a cute ass he had, of course, I’d never seen it
from behind
when he didn’t know I was looking. He came away from the sink and
looked at me.
He smiled.
“I
brushed my teeth twice because I didn’t do it this morning,” he said.
His
flaccid cock was hanging down waiting for me. It definitely wasn’t as
long as Kiel’s, who was way off the scale, but it was a
little
longer than Tim’s. It reminded me of Tim’s.
I
leaned into him and we kissed. I reached up with my right, my recently
useless,
hand and brushed my fingers over his left nipple. He shuddered a
little. His
hands were unbuttoning my shirt. My left hand reached out and found his
cock.
It had grown a bit since I’d seen it last. My shirt was on the floor
and Johnny
pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, dropping it onto the floor. Both
of his
hands attacked my nipples. He wasn’t as experienced as Doctor
Baumgartner, but
he knew enough to make me get out of my pants and briefs. Other than my
socks,
I was naked.
“Come
with me the spider said to the fly,” Johnny said taking hold of my
erection and
pulling me into his bedroom. The blankets on his bed were pulled back,
but he’d
also spread a beach towel on the carpet. Two choices. I liked that.
“I
don’t know what you like,” I whispered.
“Don’t
worry, I know what you like.”
He
planted his lips over mine and I quickly found out Johnny had been
hiding
something from me. I’d swear his tongue was tickling my tonsils, if I
had any.
No wonder Peter had Johnny rim him. About the time I got over the shock
of his
tongue, Johnny was nibbling my left ear lobe. His hands were all over
me:
nipples, balls, cock, ass, ribs, back, everywhere. He was overpowering
me with
stimulation. I was unable to keep up.
My
hands were trying their best to provide some counterbalance to the
sensations
he was giving me, but he was moving to fast. He was kissing me down my
spine as
his fingers worked down the front. When he reached the top my crack he
veered
to one side.
“Hands
and knees, please,” he said. “There’s a big dog back here who wants
you.”
I
hadn’t noticed the bottle of lube until I saw it placed down beside me.
Then I
felt the familiar sensation of a cockhead at the gate. I relax and he
came in,
not waiting to say hello, or where should he go. He was in and heading
for the
opposite door. I tried to catch my breath, but he overwhelmed me with
his
assault. Then no sooner had he reached the end of his tether, he was
pulling
back out. I tried to breathe in rhythm to his pounding, but I could
barely
breathe at all.
The
Johnny slammed into me and lay down on my back. He reached around and
took hold
of me. There was no waiting, no gradual buildup to a steady tempo. This
was
just a fast and furious as the assault on the backdoor, which wasn’t
being left
out, but at least the piston hadn’t stopped. It slowed as the strokes
became
shorter. On the other hand my cock wasn’t used to Johnny’s grip or his
method
and I couldn’t back the coming tide. I saw the first shot hit the towel
below
me, then the second, and the third hit the same spot. I couldn’t help
thinking
Johnny must have been practicing this to get all the come to hit the
same spot.
H couldn’t see my cock to aim it.
And,
then, the piston returned. Only it was a slow piston this time. He
still pulled
out nearly all the way before pushing back in, but the rhythm was slow
and
paced. This was for him. This was his tempo. I decided to add a little
spice to
his mix and clamped down on his outstroke. His response was quick. He
sped up.
Johnny
reached around me and I knew the end was near. He pulled almost
completely out
then slammed in and slammed in and slammed in. I felt warm inside
knowing he
had enjoyed himself. He stayed inside for only a moment, then pulled
out.
“Wait
here,” he whispered. I heard water running and whistling. I didn’t
catch the
tune, but Johnny was definitely whistling. It was only a half whistle,
more
like humming through his teeth than actually using his lips. Then I
felt a warm
washcloth being applied where I needed it most.
“Go
on and get on the bed,” he whispered. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Johnny’s
room was incredible. Everything was in its proper place. Everything was
squared. Everything was so neat, tidy, confining, it made me feel edgy,
irritable, but as my eyes surveyed his room I began to notice subtle
deficiencies in the order of things. All was not perfect in Johnny’s
world, or
was that on purpose so that he could always be tidying, moving things
about.
I
heard the toilet flush and then, in a moment, Johnny reappeared, as
bubbly as
ever. He jumped onto the bed and turned his ass toward me. “See,
clean,” he
said proudly. Then turned and kissed me lightly on the lips.
“I
want to thank you,” he said, lying down beside me and placing his hand
over my
half-hard cock. It was warm and made me want to, what?
What
did I want from this boy who some times seemed almost as depressed as
me, then
was so giddy with joy and happiness it almost made me sick to watch
him? Was I
so in need of a boyfriend I’d take someone so childlike he had to show
me he
cleaned himself after taking a dump?
“No
one has told me to take care of myself like you did,” he said. “It’s
always
been, ‘Johnny, you should wipe your own ass,” or, “Johnny, I’m tired of
doing
this for you,” but you told me to do it myself. I guess I needed that.”
“I
suspect you’ll forget, though.”
“No,
no, I won’t forget. No, I won’t. No, I won’t do that.”
“Johnny!
Stop it!” I turned to my side and jostled his shoulder. He looked at me
just
like a little boy who’s been caught unpinning his little sister’s
diapers
again, so they droop and the shit tends to fall out. I put my arm
around him
and pulled us together. He was trembling and then I felt moister on my
shoulder. He was weeping. And, he was clinging to me. He was so much
like a
little boy.
After
a long while, he finally calmed down and released his grip on me and I
felt his
lips lightly press against my neck.
“Back?”
“Huh?”
“Is
Johnny back with me?”
“I
wasn’t anywhere. I was right here. Did you have fun?”
“It
was okay.”
“Just
okay?”
“Yeah,
you went a little too fast for me. I like to take things slower, but it
was
okay the way you did it.”
“Peter
said you’d want me to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Peter
said? Johnny, when are you going to do things on your own? After I
came, you
were fucking me just like I wanted, but I’d already done my bit.”
“I
liked the way you tightened up. That felt great. Will you do that next
time?”
“Yeah,
sure, is there going to be a next time?”
“I
hope so. I hope you’re not going to dump me after one fuck. You’ve got
a great
ass and I want us to do it again.”
“Now,
is that Peter talking, or Johnny?”
“This
is me. I like Peter because he knows so much about having sex.”
“But,
don’t you see, that’s all he knows. Having sex. He doesn’t know how to
feel
good when you do it, how to go slow so the other guy is held on the
edge.
That’s what I like, to be held at the edge of an orgasm.”
“You
mean like playing with the other person?”
“Yeah,
having fun, enjoying yourself and the other guy. You had a lot of
control when
you were jerking me off, but you just took me to the top and that was
it.”
“We’re
going to have to practice that.”
“Well,
now is as good a time as any.”
And,
I turned around and took him into my mouth. He had a good cock for
sucking,
too. Not too big around and a long, slender head that fit my tongue
perfectly.
I felt him hesitate before putting me into his mouth.
“You
like to suck cock, right?” I asked.
“Yeah,
I was just wondering if I should lick your other part. Peter likes
that.”
“I
don’t and I’ll never do it to you.”
“You
won’t.”
“No.”
“Good,
I like that. I think we’ve talked enough.”
And,
my cock was enveloped in warmth. Only he gave me a little too much
tongue and I
jerked. Then I bit him. Then he did it again. Then I did it to him.
And, Johnny
rolled away from me giggling. After a short moment, he climbed over and
lay
down behind me. I felt his cock in my crack. He held me close to him as
he
began to hump me.
“Hush,
I like to do this most,” he whispered in my ear. “Peter doesn’t even
know
this.”
His
hand was on my erection. He was rubbing it slowly with the same tempo
as his
cock. We were going to his special place, a place where only he knew
where the
key was hidden. I gave myself up to enjoy the ride.
Mark
called after dinner. I didn’t expect to hear from him for days, not
hours.
After the pleasantries and an uncomfortable bit about the weather and
school he
said, “I figured out where we can go.”
“Where?”
“My
brother’s apartment.”
“Which
brother? You have five.”
“Well,
not Donny, he’s younger than me.”
“Which
one?”
“Gary,
the oldest one, you probably don’t know him.”
“Big
red birthmark on the side of his face.”
“Yeah,
how did you know?”
“My
older brother, Karl, hung out with him. He was my first fuck.”
“What?”
“Well
not really, but pretty damned close. They were I guess twelve because I
couldn’t have been more than six and I was being a pest hanging around
Karl’s
room. He told me if I didn’t leave they were going to fuck me. I didn’t
leave
so they knocked me down, pulled down my pants, and Gary went to town on
my crack. He didn’t put his
cock in
me, but he certainly had fun riding my crack. I had a cute ass when I
was
little. Anyway, after a bit he came. I guess neither of them expected
that
because they seemed to make a big deal about it. Then my brother did it
to me.
Then they cleaned me up, but I wouldn’t leave. I told them they had to
fuck me
again.”
“He
didn’t mention nothing about that when I talked to him about us going
over to
his apartment.”
“What
do you think your brother is going to say, ‘Oh, yeah, Karl’s brother, I
fucked
him when I was twelve?’ I don’t think so.”
“Anyway,
he said we can come over anytime and fool around.”
“Your
brother knows you want to fool around with a gay boy?”
“Yeah,
he’s gay, so what’s the problem?”
“He’s
gay?”
“Yeah,
is that a problem?”
“No,
gawd, Gary is gay, wait till I tell Karl about this.”
“I
don’t think it’ll surprise him. I saw them kissing once in Gary’s
bedroom.”
“Well,
I knew Karl was switch-hitting, but with Gary? Gawd, the things you
find out about people.”
“Personally,
I think it was more than switch-hitting.”
“What
do you know?”
“I’ve
seen letters from your brother at Gary’s. He has a picture of Karl on
his dresser.”
“Do
you think they’re in love?”
“I
think they’re married.”
“Guys
can’t marry guys.”
“Not
here, but I think they can in Idaho.”
“Naw,
that’s stupid. Why could they do it in Idaho?”
“I
don’t know. Look, Gary and Karl are too buddy-buddy to be anything
else.”
“So,
like when do you want to do this?”
“I
thought we could go over this Saturday afternoon. He’ll come and pick
us up.”
“Your
brother is going to take us to his apartment so we can do it?”
“Yeah,
I said he’s okay with this.”
“Okay,
Mark, but I’m going to be embarrassed as hell when Gary picks me up.”
“Ah,
forget it. Just tell him you liked it when he fucked you.”
“Oh,
he’s knows that already. That was the first time, not the last. For
about a
year those two guys couldn’t get enough of my ass.”
“Damn,
my brother is a pervert.”
“A
damned good looking one, too, as I remember. If I remember right, he
had a
great cock, too.”
“Hey,
I got to go. I’ll see you at school tomorrow. Okay?”
“Yeah,
bye, Mark. You can call anytime you want.”
“Thanks.”
“Were
you talking to Mark?” Sam asked. He was standing at my shoulder. I
couldn’t
tell if he was mad, or not.
“Yeah,
we’re getting together this Saturday afternoon. Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah,
why shouldn’t it?”
“I
don’t know. Maybe you’re jealous.”
“Why
would I be jealous?”
“Because
you two were kissing yesterday at his house.”
“He
told you?”
“Yeah,
and Monica, too.”
“Oh,
man, fuck!”
“Sam,
watch that mouth!” Mother yelled from the kitchen.
“Sorry,”
he said, loud enough for her to hear. He looked at me. He was still sad.
“Come
on, let’s go up to my room,” I said.
Sam
and I sat on my bed and talked about Peter, Mark, Johnny, ourselves,
Doctor
Randall or Doctor Tim depending on who was talking, and living here at
the
house instead of out at the filbert orchard. Yet, no matter what we
talked
about, Sam was still sad. I kept trying to get the conversation headed
in his
direction, but every time he suspected I was zeroing in on his reason
for being
out of sorts, he’d redirect the conversation away from him and off on a
totally
new heading. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know if it was
him or his
case.
We
all had cases. Sam’s problem was his case involved the courts and
whether he
was sane enough to stand trial for the attempted murder of his sister.
He’d
been lucky to get into Doctor Randall’s program, and especially lucky
to get
permission to live at our house. It was a big step to allow a
criminally insane
teenager the freedom to actually regain his sanity to where the courts
could
step back in and determine how long he had to spend locked up in some
stupid
prison. If he stayed insane, he ran the risk of being sent to a state
facility
where his chances of coming out with any amount of sanity was fairly
close to
zero. Either choice would be enough to make anyone sad, but he wouldn’t
tell me
what was wrong. For all I knew, he was sad because Peter wasn’t going
to sleep
with him.
After
a while, Johnny came into my room and sat down on the floor under the
Corsair.
Sam nudged me, but I must have been somewhere other than in the room.
He nudged
me, again. I looked at him and he shook his head in the direction of
Johnny.
Such a simple boy, Johnny must have been oblivious to the overly
pronounced
bulge in his jeans. The way that thing was tenting it had to hurt.
Those things
were not meant to be bent like that. Then Sam did something totally
unexpected.
“Hey,
Johnny, you want Geoff to take that swelling away?”
I
looked at Sam and he shrugged just enough for me to notice.
“What
swelling?” Either Johnny was oblivious, or he had a sense of humor I
was not
aware of.
“Where’d
you get the Playboy?”
“What
are you talking about?”
“Johnny,
what’s wrong with your pants?”
“Oh,
my god, jeez, I’m sorry,” he said, getting to his feet and running back
into
the bathroom.
“Guess
he still needs a little practice with the personal responsibility
thing,” Sam
said.
“Yeah,
I guess he’s not paying much attention to anything about his body,” I
said.
“We’re going to have to pay a lot more attention to him.”
“What’s
this we shit? You’re not roping me into your psychological reeducation
program.
That kid is all yours.”
“You’re
sleeping with him tonight. That must be worth some sort of involvement.”
“Key
word is sleeping. That is all Sam is going to be doing in that bed.”
“Unless
he wakes up in the middle of the night and needs help with his
swelling.”
“Then
I bringing him over here and you can take care of it.”
“Hi,
guys, what’s happening?” Doctor Randall said at the door.
“We’re
waiting to see if Johnny comes back with an erection,” Sam said.
“Uh,
huh, well how about a little chat?”
“About
what?” I asked.
“Why
don’t we start with Peter,” Doctor Randall said, coming in and sitting
down on
my desk chair.
“What
about Peter?” Johnny asked, coming in and sitting back down under the
Corsair.
“Oh,
we’ve already talked about Peter,” Sam said. “You’re going to have to
come up
with a different subject.”
“What
about Peter?” Johnny asked. “Is there something wrong with Peter?”
“You
don’t know?” I asked.
“Know
what?”
“Didn’t
anyone tell him?” I asked.
“Tell
me what?”
“I
figured one of you guys would’ve told him,” Doctor Randall said.
“Tell
me what? What’s happened to Peter?”
“Don’t
look at me, I’m not telling him,” Sam said. “I’ve got enough problems
as it is,
without getting involved with a Johnny problem.”
“What
problems do you have?” I asked.
“None
of your business,” Sam said.
“What’s
happened to Peter?” Johnny asked.
“He
got a hold of some really good shit and OD’d,” Doctor Randall said.
Johnny’s
eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and he said, “He’s not supposed to do
that. Is
he going to get into trouble?”
“No,
but he won’t be with us for a while,” Doctor Randall said.
“How
long?” Sam asked.
“At
least three weeks, maybe more. It depends on how well he does down at
County.”
“They
can’t help him,” I said.
“No,
Geoff, Juvie.”
“Oh,
violated his probation, huh?”
“Yeah,
something like that,” Sam said. “They have a special program for
juvenile
druggies like Peter. He’ll back in three weeks. He knows how to play
the game.”
“They
changed the game since you and Peter were down there,” Doctor Randall
said.
“He’ll have a harder time this time around. I give him four weeks, five
weeks
tops.”
“Yeah,
but Doc, he’s got some special talents for getting his way,” Sam said.
“Three
weeks, tops.”
“They
changed the staff,” Doctor Randall said. “Homosexual patients are under
female
staff.”
“Hey,
that’s cheating.”
“No,
that’s playing the game correctly. I’m sure he’ll figure a way to work
the
system, but he’ll be up here by that time.”
“Johnny?
Are you okay with Peter being gone?”
“Uh,
huh, Sam is going to sleep with me and Geoff is going to do sex with
me. So
everything will be okay until Peter returns.”
I
wanted to crawl under my bed and hide. He said “Geoff is going to do
sex with
me,” as if it was completely normal to announce who is fucking who
around here.
Was that part of his problem, too? He sounded too simplistic to me,
almost as
if he developmentally delayed or something. He was in his freshman year
of high
school, but talking to him he came across more like a seven year old
rather
than a fifteen year old.
“Sounds
like Geoff is going to be pretty busy around here,” Doctor Randall
said,
winking at me, the same wink he gave me when I thought he was coming on
to me
early in our sessions.
“He
might not be all that busy,” Sam said. “My guardian called me today at
school.”
“He
supposed to go through me,” Doctor Randall said. “He knows that.”
“My
parents are petitioning the court to have me reevaluated so I can be
tried for
trying to kill my sister.”
“They
can’t do that,” Johnny said. “They’re not your parents anymore.”
“Yeah,
but they’re vengeful bastards who want their pound of flesh,” Sam said.
He
leaned against me and I put my arm around him. Maybe we were all going
to be
sleeping in the same bed tonight.
“Does
he think you have any chances?” Doctor Randall said. “I’m thinking I
might give
him a call.”
“He
said I should tell you to do that.”
“But
you didn’t.”
“I
did just now.”
“You
could’ve told me when I picked you up at school.”
“You’d
only get mad and wreck the car. Then where would we be?”
“I
don’t drive that bad.”
“You
haven’t sat in the passenger seat while you’re driving, either.” I said
if only
to get my two cents in. Sam giggled. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.
“Does
anyone have anything more to say?” Doctor Randall said. He stood up and
stepped
into the middle of the room. “Okay, then, group hug. Come on, you too
Geoff. I
know you’re not used to this, but it’s kind of a tradition with the
other
boys.”
And
then the world suddenly slowed down. Johnny was standing up and
steadied
himself on the bookshelf. He must not have been aware where he was
sitting
because his came up under the shelf holding the Corsair. It toppled off
the
shelf, bouncing off his shoulder, heading toward the floor. We all
watched it
do a nose dive.
“Pull
up, pull up, you’re going to crash.”
It
didn’t.
We
all watched the propeller snap off followed by the stand and the left
wing.
I
practically ran to gather up the pieces. The room was swirling as I got
down
onto my hands and knees and scrambled around searching for anything
that might
be a piece of the plane. I gathered them up and sat down close to
Johnny’s
feet. Then I surprised myself by starting to say, “Tim is dead. I know
Tim is
dead,” over and over like a scratched record.
I
could see what was happening in the room, but I couldn’t move. All I
could do
was say, “Tim is dead. I know Tim is dead.” Johnny sort of floated over
to the
corner by the door to the bathroom and crumpled to the floor. He was
crying,
sobbing, blubbering. I could hear him, but I couldn’t do anything
because I was
weeping and saying, “Tim is dead. I know Tim is dead,” over and over. I
couldn’t stop saying it. It was like part of my mind stopped paying
attention
to all the other parts, like it was stuck.
I
watched Johnny fold up into a fetal position and put his thumb in his
mouth. He
was sucking his thumb. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I
couldn’t do
anything about it because I had my own problem.
Doctor
Randall opened his mouth and started talking, but the words were
delayed like a
badly dubbed movie. He said, “Sam go downstairs to my office and get my
black
bag. Hurry up, we haven’t much time.”
Sam
stood up like he didn’t understand what Doctor Randall said. Then he
wasn’t
there, as if he disappeared, or my mind wasn’t picking up on all the
stimulations because it was too busy trying to find the reset button.
We
hardly ever saw the black bag. It was Doctor Randall’s medicine
cabinet. I
figured either Johnny or I, or both of us, were going to get an
injection. I
didn’t like having one because it meant I failed, like what was
happening at
that moment.
I
didn’t want to be doing what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop weeping
and
saying Tim was dead. I didn’t know Tim was dead, but some part of my
mind was
convinced he was and it had control.
Sam
returned and Mother was with him. First she looked at Johnny, then at
me. She
looked like she was going to start crying.
Doctor
Randall opened the black bag and his mouth started moving, then came
the words,
“I’ll need help getting the boys to bed. There’s only three of us, so
we’ll
have to work together.”
I
saw the needle go in Johnny’s arm then he seemed to soften, like his
muscles
and bones turned to jelly. They all helped getting him to his feet, but
I
didn’t see them leave with him. My mind was playing tricks with me.
Suddenly,
I became aware of a burning sensation in my arm. I looked down and I
could see
the stuff going into my arm. It was a greenish fluid. Then everything
went
dark.