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This
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continuation of “Kiel’s Story”
which was last posted on 7/24/06. It is not
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understand where the character relationships started. Any comments or
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by Carl Holiday
Chapter 8 – Mark and the Corsair
We had just
completed an
incredible orgasmic escapade that will probably never be repeated in
either of
our lives. As Pilar said in Hemmingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls,
the
Earth can only move three times in any person’s life and for some it
never
moves. I’d have sworn the Earth moved for me when I had my second
orgasm. I
don’t know if it moved for Mark, but my dick was buried deep inside him
and I
couldn’t believe my orgasm would not stop. I must have shot ten loads
into him
before my body ever thought of slowing down.
And, Mark? Well, he
had a
thumb and forefinger on each of my nipples and was moaning deep from
his gut.
His cock was jerking madly as come splattered onto his face and neck.
This was
a mutual orgasm better than I’d ever experienced with Stevie, Kiel,
Tim, Sam, Peter, or Johnny.
I collapsed down
onto him and
began to lick his come splattered face. When our lips met his hands
clasped
either side of my head keeping me from wandering away. His tongue was
in my
mouth struggling for what, I did not know. He rolled me over onto my
back, my
dick slipping out of him in the process. He rose on his hands above me
and
smiled. I’d seen that smile before. Tim had that smile a couple times;
and,
Johnny could make that smile, too.
I was suddenly very
afraid.
Mark was seeking a place in my heart, but Tim already took up most of
it.
Johnny snatched a piece and I didn’t want to let that go, but Mark’s
eyes
smiled down and I couldn’t resist. Was it possible for me to love three
boys at
the same time?
Mark lowered
himself and
placed his lips onto mine for a moment then said, “Did you feel the
earthquake?”
“Yes, wasn’t it
wonderful.”
“What an
earthquake? We have
them all the time. What’s so special about an earthquake?”
Mark obviously was
not a
romantic. That probably had been beaten out of him on the football
field. The
earth moved for me and it was so special I couldn’t explain it to Mark.
“We came at the
same time,” I
said looking up into his gray eyes. His pecs were beautiful with the
little
nubbins of his nipples standing out firm and erect. I reached up with a
forefinger and pressed one, rubbing it slightly, sending an obvious
shiver
though his body.
“Is that important?”
“Is that important?
Mark,
that’s the whole point behind sex. You came at the same time I did and
neither
of us was touching you. A lot of guys, like me, don’t come when they’re
being
fucked. It feels great, but that’s all. You were terrific. All this
time I’ve
been avoiding you and you’re a natural.”
“Geoff, please,
stop,” Mark
said as he rolled off me onto the bed. The dark cloud descended and
enveloped
him. I’d seen that before, too. I knew he was very close to being
suicidal. I
had to work quickly if I was going to do anything to keep the bastards
at
school from destroying another boy I wanted to fall in love with.
“I guess it’s hard
to
swallow, isn’t it?” I suppose it would be hard to suddenly discover you
can
have sex with a guy and enjoy it. I guess it would be the same for me
if Monica
invited me for a little romp in her bedroom one Saturday afternoon and
I could
actually come with my dick stuck in that dank hole between her legs.
Just the
thought of it was enough to turn my stomach.
“But, when those
guys were
doing me down in the coach’s basement, I didn’t come.”
“Mark, you were
being raped,
damn it! I’ve been raped five times and on neither of those occasions
did I
expel one drop of semen. Rape is not sex. Just because someone is
shoving a
broom handle up your ass does not mean you’re supposed to enjoy it.
You’re a
football player. You love playing football, right?”
“Yeah, but like
that’s ever
going to happen, again.”
“Do you like being
blindsided
or clipped?”
“Hell no!”
“But, that’s part
of the game
of football. You should enjoy that.”
“Okay . . . okay, I
see you
point. It just felt so good with you inside me like that. I don’t
remember any
of those feelings when the guys were, uh, raping me.”
“Because? Because
rape is not
sex. It’s assault. It’s degradation. It’s dominance. They were trying
to push
you into a deep hole where you’d never come out. Only, they went too
far and
nearly pushed you into a grave. And, now, they’re paying for their
crime.”
“And, I’m paying
for being
there, too.”
“Only because a
school full
of bastards and idiots who think you should’ve kept quiet. It was your
teammates and your coach. Team spirit. Esprit de corps and all that
shit.”
“Somebody dumped a
tray of
food on me Thursday when you weren’t at school. By the way where were
you?”
“Where were you on
Friday?”
“They sent me home.
Principal
Jennings suspended me for a day and a half because some asshole dumped
a tray
of food on me and messed up my clothes. The fucking bastard. Where were
you?”
I rolled over onto
my side
and snuggled up against him. There were tears in his eyes. That he
didn’t kill
himself between then and now was probably important, probably an
accomplishment, but I didn’t know what he was thinking. I didn’t know
how far
down into the hole he was. I didn’t know how close he was to the bottom
rung.
There’s a long drop at the end of that ladder and not many people
survive the
fall.
I had to save him.
I had to
figure out some way to keep him. God, to have sex like that and let it
die
would be too much.
“After I got my
casts off and
went home, me and Johnny got together.”
“You had sex with
Johnny? But
he acts like a little kid.”
“He’s not a little
kid in
bed. Anyway, later all of us were up in my bedroom talking with Doctor
Randall.”
“Group therapy?”
“Huh?”
“Group therapy, I
read about
it somewhere.”
“Yeah, group
therapy, I guess
that’s what it was. Personally, I think Doctor Randall was just trying
to act
like a dad or something. Anyway, he asked us to join him in a group
hug. And,
well, Johnny was sitting down leaning against my bookshelf under where
the
Corsair was on a shelf. And, well, when he got up it sort of fell.”
I shuddered a
little when a
picture of that night came into my mind. Tears filled my eyes, but I
didn’t
want to lose it being there with Mark. I put my arm across his chest
and held
myself against his naked body. He turned onto his side and pulled me
into him.
He let me have my cry.
A few minutes
later, a long while
if I fell asleep, which I might have, I felt my hardening, sore dick
pressing
against his. I don’t think I could do anything, but there seemed to be
some
excitement left inside.
“I’m not doing
that,” Mark
whispered, as if he read my mind. “You’re doing that on your own.
Personally,
the way my balls feel, I doubt if I have any sperm left.”
“Me either, but I
think it
likes you.”
“I like it too, I
guess.”
“You don’t want to
be gay,
either.”
“No, but you do, I
thought.”
“Mark, I didn’t ask
to be
this way, okay? This is me. I like boys, men. I like doing this, but
all the
shit I have to put up with, I can do without, okay? I never know who’s
going to
try to trip me, slam me into the lockers, push me out of their way,
swear at
me, hate me because of it. Nobody asks to be gay.”
I don’t know if he
liked the
spiel, but I had to give it to him. I could never imagine myself being
with a
woman, but some like Doctor Baumgartner, I guess, want so much to be
like
everyone else and not have to put up with the shit, they force
themselves over
to the other side of the fence. It must make for an uneasy life
pretending
you’re something you’re not.
“It’s kind of hard,
then?”
“Hard, shit, do you
know how
many excuses for not dating, not going to dances, I had to come up with
before
my bastard father died?”
“Don’t get mad at
me,” Mark
said leaning over to kiss me.
I felt comfortable
being held
by all those muscles. His dick, not much longer than my measly little
rod of
flesh, felt good pressing against me. I didn’t want this to end.
“I don’t think I
can ever get
mad at you, again. To think I used to despise you because you were so
heterosexual. You were trying so hard to get into Monica’s shorts.”
“Hey, you two, I’ve
got to go
to work,” Gary called out from the other side of the door.
I wanted to believe
it was
the other side of the door, but when I turned and I saw his smile, I
nearly
died.
“If you guys want a
ride,
you’d better get cleaned up. Damn! What have you two been doing?
“Everything,” Mark
said. “Why
didn’t you tell me this was fun?”
“You never asked,” Gary said. “Now, hurry up.”
“Come on, Geoff,
get your ass
in gear,” Mark said pushing me away from him.
“Do you think he’s
been here
all the time?” I asked watching the door close.
“No, he came in
while you
were asleep.”
“Into the bedroom?”
“Yeah, he still
thinks you
have a cute ass.”
“I don’t think it
can be fixed,
you’ll have build a new one,” Mark said as he looked over the broken
Corsair
pieces. We’d come to the house because Mark wanted to see if anything
could be
done.
“I don’t know how
to build
models,” I said.
“You’re kidding,
right? Every
kid knows how to build models.”
“I don’t.”
“Well, I guess I’m
going to
have to help you, then.”
“Will you?”
“Sure, no problem,
except for
the painting. That’s pretty complex.”
“I can do that,”
Sam said. I
turned around and he was standing at my door. I hadn’t heard him come
up the
stairs. “Some of that looks like airbrushing, but if we can get hold of
an
airbrush and some paints, I can do that, too. It’s been a couple years,
well
since I’ve been locked up, but it shouldn’t be too hard to pick up the
basic
skills. I’ll have to practice some. Maybe we can get something else,
first,
then do the Corsair when we’re all up to speed. How’s that sound?”
“Hey, that a great
idea,”
Mark said. He put down the pieces and went over to where Sam was
standing. I
thought they were going to kiss, but Mark just wrapped his arms around
Sam and
gave him a hug. “I’ve missed you. You haven’t called.”
“I thought you were
seeing
Geoff, now,” Sam said, seeming to struggle to get out of Mark’s embrace.
“For sex, yeah, but
for buddy
stuff I want you, okay?”
“Did you guys, um .
. .”
“Yeah, we did,”
Mark said. “I
never believed doing guy sex could be so much fun. And, you know what
(in a
whisper) he actually fucked me and it was so good I got off without
touching
myself.”
“You’re kidding me,
right?
Geoff? Did he really?”
“Did you feel the
earthquake
about one o’clock?” I asked.
“Yeah, so?”
“That was us. He
shot himself
in the face. I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”
“Man, I wish I’d
been there.”
“Now, that would
have been
interesting,” I said, smiling at him. He came over and kissed me
lightly on the
lips.
“Still friends?” He
asked.
“Always.”
“Hey, now, how’s
this going
to work?” Mark asked walking over to where Sam and I were holding hands.
“It’s rather
simple,
actually,” Sam said. “You and I are friends. We do buddy things like go
to
movies, build models for Geoff, go out to Gussie’s for chocolate sodas,
shit
like that. If we want to have sex, we go to Geoff. He’ll have sex with
anybody,
as long as it’s a guy. Won’t you?”
“I guess that’s
what I do
best,” I said. “Mark certainly seemed to enjoy himself and I think you
had a
good time the last time we got together.”
“It’s been awhile,”
Sam said.
I felt his hand on my ass. “You’ve been spending too much time with
Johnny.”
“God, Geoff, is
that all you
do? Have sex with guys?” Mark asked. “How do you keep it all straight?”
“I don’t keep it
straight, I
keep it gay. It’s more fun that way. Besides, I only have sex with
people who
are special to me and, quite frankly, I seem to have an awful lot of
special
people right now.”
“You’re special to
me,” Mark
said. His arms went around me and our lips met.
I wanted him right
at that
moment. If Sam hadn’t been there, I’d have locked my door and done wild
and
crazy things with Mark’s body. I was falling for him. It was as simple
as that.
He made me feel good in the same way Johnny made me feel happy.
Only, neither of
them could
take Tim’s place in my heart. I wanted him so much everyday I almost
made
myself cry simply by thinking of him and our separation. He’d said we
probably
never see each other ever again, but I couldn’t believe that. Our love
was too
special for that to be possible. I firmly believed love would bring him
back to
me. It had to be that way. It had to. You had to believe in a happy
ending, or
life just wasn’t worth living.
I looked over at
Sam and he
seemed lost, forgotten, maybe a little alone.
“Come here Sam,” I
said.
“There is a reason they’re called group hugs.”
“Can I kiss you,
again?”
“Well, you’re
certainly not
going to be kissing me anymore,” Mark said, smiling. “I’m your buddy
and
buddies don’t kiss, at least according to my rules. Now, that everybody
is
happy and in love again, how about going to get Sam’s practice model. I
like to
go to North Park Hobby over at Town Centre.”
“Why can’t we go to
Mitchell’s?” I asked. “It’s just down on Oak Park. What, seven blocks?”
“Do they have
models?” Mark
asked. “I thought they were a craft store.”
“In the back behind
all that
artsy shit, I’m sure they have models,” I said.
“Yeah, I remember
seeing
them,” Sam said. “But, that was a few years ago.”
“Well, come on,
let’s go,”
Mark said.
Buddies, I’d never
had
buddies. It had always been Stevie. Then we started doing things and I
felt we
became lovers and best friends, but we were never buddies. We didn’t
have much
to do to get ready, but I did check my wallet for money. A twenty
dollar bill.
Just a twenty. It was a lot of money, but was it enough to get a model?
“Sam, do you have
any money?”
I asked.
“Yeah, I’ve got a
couple
dollars.”
“Mark?”
“Uh, it’s your
show. I’ve got
a ten, but I was saving that to take Sam to a movie tonight.”
“You didn’t ask
me,” Sam
said.
“Will you go to the
movies
with me, honey?”
“Don’t call me
honey. That
boy over there in Madras shirt is your honey, but I’d love to go with
my
buddy.”
“Okay, you two
buddies, if we
don’t get down there soon they’ll close. It’s almost four now.”
It wasn’t a herd of
elephants, but we made enough noise to bring Doctor Randall out of his
office.
He was seeing a new kid who looked a little pale all the time. Of
course we
didn’t know what was wrong with the kid, except he was pale and looked
scared
like he was afraid someone was going to hit him. Doctor Randall looked
at us
with that face of his, the “what the fuck is going on face.”
“We’re going down
to
Mitchell’s, okay?” Sam asked. He had to ask, now, because his parents
were
starting to reopen his case and Sam was supposed to be under guard, or
something like that. I know Doctor Randall was pissed at Sam’s parents,
but
there was little he could do except confer with Sam’s guardian, who
seemed to
be honestly interested in doing what was best for Sam, and his own
lawyer who
was familiar with the State’s insanity laws, or as Sam like to say, the
State’s
insane laws.
“How many of you?”
Doctor
Randall asked.
“The three of us,”
I said.
“Where’s Johnny?”
“I don’t know,” I
said. I
looked at the other two and they shook their heads.
“Go find him and
take him
with you. I think he’s in Sally’s room playing with her and her friend.
I’d
prefer if he was with kids his own age, if you know what I mean.”
“Sure thing Doctor
Tim,” Sam
said. “Come on, Mark, we’ll probably have to use muscles to get him
away from
the little kids.”
Johnny was
officially my
project, but Sam had been enlisted to assist. Doctor Randall was
actually
paying Sam a couple dollars every time Sam had to assist me with
Johnny. When I
found that out, I did everything I could to take care of Johnny myself,
but
we’d just started and Johnny was proving to be reluctant to grow up and
at like
an everyday, normal teenager. I don’t know what was making him act like
a
little kid, but give him a chance and he was down in Sally’s room
playing with
dolls, or whatever shit little girls play with.
When we got there,
Johnny,
Sally, and six year old Suzy from across the street were having a tea
party
with their teddy bears. Johnny had taken Mr. Crowley from Peter’s room
and it
was sitting on a little chair at the table. Cute and darling, as in
“Isn’t that
cute!” or “Isn’t that just darling,” come to mind with what we saw. I
was just
glad they weren’t playing house or even worse, doctor, which Suzy
seemed to
like to play more often than was comfortable at our house. I remembered
at
least three occasions when Suzy and Sally were doing a rather in depth
physical
examination of little Larry, the five year old from across the alley.
Of
course, there was the time when they were playing house and the girls
had a
diaper on Larry and were trying to convince him he had to pee in it. I
thought
that was funny, but Mother had a long talk with Suzy’s mother and we
didn’t see
Suzy for a couple weeks.
Johnny was, to say
the least,
unhappy when Mark and Sam picked him up off the floor and took him out
of the
room. Sally looked at me, but she knew Johnny was not supposed to be
playing in
her room. She just shrugged her shoulders and put a cup up to Mr.
Crowley’s
mouth.
By the time I made
it to the
front door, Mark and Sam had Johnny in his coat and they were checking
his
wallet. He still seemed at bit flustered, but being Johnny he just
stood
quietly and let them have their way with him.
“He’s got a fifty
in here and
a bunch of twenties,” Mark said, holding out Johnny’s wallet. “What is
with
this kid? Is he rich, or something?”
“Mommy has lots of
money and
she likes to give it to me,” Johnny said. “I think she’s trying to get
me to
like her more.”
“We might need some
of your
money to fix the Corsair,” I said.
“Oh, take what you
want. I’ve
got a bunch more up in my piggy bank.”
“We don’t need
loose change,”
Mark said.
“Oh, I never keep
loose
change in there.”
We looked at him
like he was
some sort of alien. The kid had a big piggy bank, I’d seen it, and he
only kept
paper money in it? He stood there looking back at us like we were
weirder than
him.
“Honest, I’ve got
lots. You
want me to go up and get you a couple more fifties? I don’t like going
out with
the hundreds, but I will if you make sure I don’t throw them away on
foolish
things.”
Gold diggers, I
think that
was the word I was looking for as we all thought of the models we could
practice on. Then I wondered something disgusting, something horribly
disgusting, something I didn’t want to ask Johnny about, but I knew I
had to.
“Johnny, do you
give Peter
money?”
“Oh, sure, every
time we have
sex, I give him a twenty. He said that’s what friends did. When you and
I had
sex I wondered why you didn’t ask for money, but then the Corsair fell
and I
couldn’t. Peter said I shouldn’t tell anyone, though. He said some
people
wouldn’t understand why it was important for me to give him money to
have sex
with me.”
“Why the little
whore,” Sam
said. “I’m surprised he didn’t ask for more.”
“Oh, he makes me
give him a
fifty when I fuck him, but I don’t like doing that because I have to
lick him
first.”
“The fucking
bastard, I’m
going to kill that kid,” Sam said, too loudly.
“Sam! I told you
about your
language,” Mother yelled from the kitchen. She was in the foyer in an
instant.
She was mad and Sam knew he was in deep shit.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m
sorry,” Sam
said, trying to look small and meek, if not very, very sorry.
“Timothy? Are you
busy?”
Mother yelled. Obviously she didn’t care if Doctor Randall was seeing a
patient. This was her house, after all.
“Yes?” Doctor
Randall said at
his door.
“Give Sam three
swats with
the paddle,” Mother said. “Two for the F word and one for the B word.”
“What B word?”
Doctor Randall
said as he walked to the guest closet to get Dad’s old paddle. It was
hanging
on a peg behind some coats.
“Bastard,” Sam
said. “And,
technically, Peter is one, too.”
“Bend over,” Doctor
Randall
said. “Sam, you know what the house rules are. We’ve talked about them
until
we’re blue in the face. It was one of the conditions we all agreed to
when we
came here. This is Mrs. Johnson’s house and we don’t swear. Is that
clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Sam
said.
He winced a little
on the
first swat. Then a tear dribbled out of his eye after the second. We
all
waited, but there wasn’t a third.
“I’m not giving you
the
third, but you do deserve it. We’ll hold it as a cautionary note, sort
of like
interest you earn at a bank. Next time, if you’re foolish enough to
deserve a
next time, we’ll take that swat out of the bank. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now, get out of
here before
you guys cause anymore problems.”
We didn’t run out
of the
house, but Johnny was walking awfully fast. I knew he felt he was the
cause of
Sam getting the ultimate punishment dished out by my mother. Although
Doctor
Randall didn’t approve, he wasn’t about to tell her she had to stop the
corporal punishment, so all of us were subject to immediate justice
dealt by
the hand of Doctor Randall. After all, he was the man fucking my
mother, now;
and, if he wanted to continue sticking his dick into her, he had to go
by her
rules. It was her house. All her house, the mortgage being paid off
with some
of Dad’s insurance money.
We stopped at the
corner and
waited for Sam to catch up. He wasn’t walking funny, but there was a
certain
amount of carefulness to his step as if his underwear was too tight.
There
couldn’t have been that much swelling, but it might have been a little
sensitive. He didn’t say anything, but walked right by us down the
hill, every
now and then he wiggled his butt as if there was something tickling
him. Johnny
started giggling, but Mark slugged him in the arm.
“You never did tell
me why
you weren’t in school Thursday,” Mark said. I looked over at Johnny,
but he
simply shrugged and ran up to where Sam was walking.
“When the Corsair
fell to the
floor, I kind of lost it and Doctor Randall had to give me an
injection. It
takes a while for those things to wear off, plus he wanted to make sure
I
wasn’t going to freak out, again.”
“I don’t
understand.”
“Neither do I, but
according
to Doctor Randall, I miss Tim so much that when the thing I have to
remember
him with broke, some part of my mind decided Tim was dead and I went
practically
schizo. It scared the hell out of me because I knew what was happening,
but I
couldn’t stop myself. We’ve been talking a lot about my missing Tim.”
“You miss him a
lot, then.”
There was sadness in his words. I could hear him thinking he was going
to be
out in the street if Tim came back.
I didn’t want to
hurt Mark,
now that we were starting, hell, now that we were lovers. I put my hand
out and
took his, but wrenched his hand away.
“Quit being queer
with me,”
he said. Sam turned around and looked at me.
“I’m sorry, but I
love him
more than I love you or Johnny,” I said. I put my hand on his shoulder
and he
flinched, but didn’t move away. “I don’t know if you can accept this,
but I’m
in love with three wonderful boys. I don’t want to lose any of you,
okay?”
“Okay, I think I
understand.
After all, I’ve known you for a long time, even though we’ve never been
friends. You’re just a loving kind of guy, and I guess I should feel
honored to
have you willing to love me. That doesn’t sound too queer, does it?”
“No, Mark, you’re
not too
queer. A little maybe, but not too much.”
He slugged me in
the arm, which
I think is a tough guy thing. Having never experienced this form of
male
adoration, I didn’t know if I should slug him back or just take it as I
might
take a fleeting kiss. I opted for the latter, since I wasn’t into
violence of
any kind.
When we turned the
corner on Oak
Park, I
saw trouble ahead. Eddy Schiltz, our local psycho
kid from Hell, was out with his little gang of sycophants, and they
were
walking toward us. There was no where to go, we had to go through them
or walk
out into the street to go around them. These thugs could have been
right out of
West Side Story with their blue jeans, t-shirts, and
cigarettes, only I
don’t think any of them knew how to dance or sing. Having been on the
receiving
end of their taunts and, on at least two occasions, fists, I knew we
were
walking into something dangerous. We met outside the door to Kelly’s,
our
neighborhood tavern and biker hangout. It was too early for the bikers,
but
there was still a bit of a crowd, probably husbands exhausted from an
afternoon
with the wife and kids.
“Well, if it isn’t
our little
fag and his queer friends,” Eddy said. He grabbed the front of my shirt
and
swung me around into Kelly’s front window. His fist was coming up to
meet my
face when he sort of crumpled to the ground holding his balls. Sam
smiled.
I looked around me
expecting
to see Mark and Johnny lying on the sidewalk, but four of Eddy’s gang
were down
there holding various body parts and moaning in agony. The three other
were
smart enough to run, although one was limping a little.
“Very good job of
subduing
the vermin!” A voice bellowed out of the bar, soon followed by Officer
Tomlinson, our local beat cop. He was nice for a man over six feet tall
and
weighing close to three hundred pounds, or at least he was always nice
to me.
“Makes my job a lot easier when the baddies are already on the ground.
I’ve
called for backup so we shouldn’t be bothered by these dust bunnies
much
longer. And, Eddy, I’m surprised at you, attempting to assault a minor.
You’re
twenty-one now and can’t be going around beating up innocent children.”
“He’s a fag,” Eddy
said.
“And, I’m certain
you’ll meet
some nice gentleman down at the lockup who will think the same of you,”
Officer
Tomlinson said, winking at me.
“Dad?”
Officer Tomlinson
and I
turned to look at Johnny. I saw the man’s face go all soft and gooey.
Then he
straightened up and picked up Eddy. He took him over a telephone pole
and made
him put his arms around it, then put the cuffs on him, effectively
keeping Eddy
from going anywhere until the paddy wagon arrived. Then he said, “You
boys
watch those other ones, if they move, kick ’em in the nuts.”
“Dad?” Johnny
asked, again.
There were tears in his eyes, but he couldn’t move.
“It’s nice to see
you, son,”
Officer Tomlinson said going up to Johnny. “You hanging out with this
bunch,
now?”
“We live up at
Geoff’s
house,” Johnny said. He looked limp, as if he was about to fall.
“That’s where
Doctor Tim is having us live. It’s supposed to be some kind of test, or
something.”
“I know all about
it, son,
but I didn’t know you were one of the, uh, patients, uh, residents. How
are you
doing?”
“Better, a little
better.
Geoff has been helping me.”
I stood there
waiting for
Johnny to say, “Geoff has been fucking me,” but Johnny went off in a
different
direction. Officer Tomlinson being Johnny’s dad was something totally
from out
of the wild blue yonder. I left them and went back to be with Sam and
Mark, not
that I could do anything if any of the vermin, as Officer Tomlinson
called
them, decided to make a run for it, but they were a rather quiescent
bunch all
huddled together. Most of them were kids like us, but one was Eddy’s
special
friend. Knowing what I knew about buddies, I suspected this guy wasn’t
a buddy,
but more like someone who took care of Eddy’s dick when it got all
swollen and
stiff. He was probably going to enjoy his stay down at the County Jail,
unlike the other three who were most likely
trying
to not think about might happen to them when the lights went out.
With a scream of
sirens and
screech of brakes, the other North Park Policemen arrived and cleaned
up the
sidewalk, leaving Officer Tomlinson and us to take care of the final
details.
Since Officer Tomlinson saw the whole thing, from beginning to end,
none of us
were going to be involved, we hoped, Sam especially. He took us down to
the Oak
Park Diner for sodas.
I had to admit
there was a
resemblance between Johnny and his dad. The face was similar, roundish,
with a
long chin, wide eyes, and little ears. I never noticed that about
Johnny. He
had the daintiest ears I’d ever seen. They were absolutely cute.
“I want you to know
I
appreciate you guys taking an interest in helping Johnny. I would’ve
liked to
have been around, but things didn’t work out with his mother and me.
And, if
anyone asks, I’m not here and I did not talk to my son.”
“Mommy had better
lawyers and
Dad can’t see me unless there is supervision, like one of Mommy’s
lawyers. I
don’t understand, but that’s the way Mommy is.”
“Yeah, that’s the
way Phyllis
is. Her way or no way. What I don’t understand is why you three are
hanging out
with that piece of shit.”
“What about Mark?”
I asked.
“What he did to his
teammates
is absolutely unforgivable.”
“What he did to his
teammates? What about what they did to him?”
“Hey, a little
assault is
nothing compared to what any of you are going to face as adults, but to
turn
the Coach and those good boys in is just something I can’t believe.
And, you,
Johnny, associating with him.”
Mark was sinking. I
could see
him sinking. Those words were piling on top of him forcing him into a
dark hole
in his mind. I had to stop it.
“Do you know what
they did to
him? Do you really know?”
“Assault, that’s
what is on
the record.”
“Yeah, they
assaulted him,
yeah, they did that. Then, then do you know what they did? No, you
don’t. You
don’t want to know that. You’re condemning him because of that fuckin’
esprit
de corps shit. Well, Officer Tomlinson, I’ll tell you what that coach
and his
teammates did to Mark. They took a broom handle and shoved it up inside
him.
Once they got him all loose and bloody, each and every one of them,
including
the Coach Jorgenson who went first, raped Mark at least twice. Then
they dumped
him, bleeding profusely, in a phone booth outside a gay bar on Capitol
Hill. And,
do you know why? Because he eats his lunch at the same table as me, the
school
queer. They didn’t want the latest school football hero to hang around
with a
queer so they beat him senseless, brutalized him with a broom handle,
and then
proved they were less than human by raping him.”
I was mad and
everyone could
see that, including everyone else in the diner, most of whom I
suspected
thought the same about Mark as nearly everyone else in North Park. But,
as the saying goes, you could hear a
pin drop. Quite possibly,
no one was breathing either.
“And, that is why I
continue
to help Mark. Look at him. Look at him, Officer Tomlinson. He’s on the
edge.
One more person like you antagonizing him because he was a victim, not
the
perpetrator, is going to send him over the edge. I know because I’ve
been
there. Sam knows, too. He’s been there. All of you stupid people are
going to
make this poor boy, this friend of mine, do something all of us will
regret to
our dying day. I’m sorry, Mark, but I can’t let this stay hidden any
longer.”
He ran to the
restroom and
Sam went after him. I wanted to go to, but I had to deal with Johnny’s
father.
“I didn’t know,” he
said. “I
had no idea.”
“From what Doctor
Randall
told us, he knows some people down at the Courthouse, they plea
bargained the
rape charges in return for reduced sentencing, except for Coach
Jorgenson, who
pleaded guilty to everything. So, officially, Mark wasn’t raped. You
know, what
kid wants to have that hanging over him.”
“Dad, please, try
to
understand, it’s not Mark’s fault,” Johnny said.
“No, it’s not his
fault, and
this shit has to end,” Officer Tomlinson said. “And, I’m going to help.
I know
some people and we’re going to set this straight, once and for all.”
“What can be done?”
I asked.
“I’ve thought of lots of things, but none of them are practical.”
“Well, my friend
down at the Herald
can do something. John owes me a couple favors and a good story in
the
morning paper might just help.”
“But won’t that
mean telling
everything? I don’t know if Mark can handle everyone knowing what
exactly
happened.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll
let John
know how the boy feels. We’ve got a whole lot of minds to turn and
sympathy
works wonders. If I know John, he’ll have a whole lot of fathers in
North Park crying real tears for what this community
has done to that poor boy.
Now, I’ve got to get back to the station. It was nice to see you
Johnny.”
“Yeah, thanks for
helping
Mark.”
They got up and
hugged. Then
Officer Tomlinson kissed Johnny’s cheek and walked out the door. Johnny
sat
down beside me and leaned against my shoulder. He wasn’t crying, and I
felt his
hand grasp mine. I squeezed it enough to let him know I understood what
he was
feeling.
Later
that night, after Sam came home from his date with Mark and we’d all
gone to
our separate beds, which seemed strange to me, but Johnny was still a
little
upset over seeing his father and Sam was unusually quiet. I know Johnny
asked
Doctor Randall for something to help him sleep, but knowing how the
good doctor
meted out drugs, he probably told Johnny it was high time he started
learning
to live with his demons and to quit expecting medicine to cure his
ills. I
hadn’t seen Doctor Randall ever give any of us a sleeping pill so I had
to
assume Johnny wasn’t going to get a good night’s sleep. I was a little
surprised he didn’t ask me or Sam to join him, but Johnny may have been
afraid
he’d end up crying on whoever’s shoulder was present. Sam? Well, I
didn’t know
what was wrong with Sam.
We
never did get to Mitchell’s to get the model, but at dinner Mother said
she’d
take us down to Town Centre tomorrow because all the shops were going
to be
open for a pre-inventory sale and we might get a good deal on the
models. I let
Mark and Sam talk to her about what they had in mind as I didn’t have
the
foggiest idea what we needed or what exactly we were looking for. All I
knew
was that models were plastic, they came in a box with a color picture
of what
the model should look like when it was completed or what the prototype
looked
like in real life, and you used a glue that some kids used to get high.
Other
than Peter, I don’t think any of us ever considered getting high on
anything.
We may have been crazy boys, but we were good crazy boys.
I
knew what I wanted, though, and I had my briefs down at my ankles. I
was alone
and Tim was on my mind. It was his second night back and we were at his
sister’s apartment down at Lake Woodin. The Corsair was back on his
dresser where
it
belonged. The other models flew about the room as we kissed and our
fingers
tried to remember where we liked to be touched, kneaded, massaged,
rubbed, or
simply caressed. He was on top of me, his erection, somehow different
than
before, was pressed against mine and I felt it spew out another wad of
come. He
hadn’t changed. He still had a hair trigger.
There
was a knock at my door. I opened my eyes and Tim evaporated from my
sight.
“Yes?”
“Can
I come in a moment?” Mother asked.
“Okay.”
She
walked over to my bed and sat down. I’d raised my knees a little to
hide the
bulge in the bedcovers. She smiled knowingly.
“Isn’t
that a bit uncomfortable, sitting like that?” She asked.
“Not
as uncomfortable as you seeing the outline of my erection,” I said.
“I’ve
seen your penis before.”
“Not
like it is now.”
“Don’t
be so sure of yourself. You’re my son. I’ve seen you and know what you
do with
that thing.”
“God,
Mom, do we have to talk about my penis?”
“No,
actually, Timothy and I want to thank you for helping Johnny. His
father called
and we had a wonderful chat. He had a lot of nice things to say about
you. I
guess Johnny is really enamored with you.”
“Yeah,
I guess I’m just concerned about him surviving North Park High. Those
kids can
be pretty insensitive when it comes to kids who are different in any
way.”
“Are
you having sex with him?”
“What?”
“You
heard me.”
“Why
do you ask?”
“Because
Bill, Johnny’s father, is concerned about him being around you. I
assured him
nothing was happening between you two, but I was just wondering if I’d
been
lying.”
I
looked into her eyes and she simply nodded. She knew Johnny was coming
to my
bed at night and she knew Sam had been sleeping with him, too. I wasn’t
too
certain whether she knew Johnny and Peter had been having sex, but that
didn’t
really matter considering she lied for me, not for the other boys.
“I
see,” she said. Her hand came to rest on my knee. Then she gripped it
firmly.
She’d never done that, so I didn’t know what signal I was supposed to
be
receiving. “Is he gay?”
“Yeah,
as far as I know,” I said, lowering my legs since my erection was gone.
“He
doesn’t have any experience with girls, other than little girls like
Sally, so
I can’t be certain of his exact orientation. Right now, though, he
likes being
with guys.”
“You
mean you.”
“And,
Sam, and Peter, too, but mostly Peter. They were together out at the
orchard.”
“The
what?”
“The
funny farm, the nut farm, the orchard.”
“Does
Timothy know you call it that?”
“Sure,
I think he calls it that, too, sometimes.”
“I
don’t want Johnny to get hurt,” Mother said. “That’s all I want. I
don’t know
what you guys have to do to keep this a secret, but you must ensure
neither his
mother, step father, or father ever learn he’s gay except from his
mouth.
Okay?”
“That’s
the way I would want it,” I said. I sat up and placed my hand over
hers. I took
it in mine, brought it to my lips and lightly kissed it. “I’ll try not
to
disappoint you. I know this past year has been hard on you, what with
my
suicide attempts, but I’m a lot better now. I have Johnny to teach how
to be a
normal, regular, teenager, if you can believe I can do that. I have
Mark to
help make people understand it’s not his fault the coach and his
teammates are
now convicted felons. And, I have you and Sally.”
“Okay,
I just wanted to make sure you understood,” Mother said. She took her
hand away
from me and placed it on my thigh to steady herself so she could kiss
me. We
rarely kissed on the lips, but we did enough so that it wasn’t
unexpected. “I’ll
leave you to your, uh, imagination.”
“I
have Tim to remember.”
“He
was a nice boy.”
“Is,
Mother, Tim is a nice boy.”
She
smiled and stood up, then reached down and grabbed my crotch. I swung
at her,
but she was too quick for me.
“I’ll
get you for that,” I said, but she was out my door.
Tim
never came back to see me, so I rolled over on my side and sought him
in my
dreams. How long was it before I felt a familiar hard-on slip into my
crack? A
couple minutes, half an hour, an hour? A hand reached over me and
fingers found
my right nipple. The pinch was definite and had its desired effect.
“Are
you feeling better?” I asked as the hand slipped down to fondle my
growing
erection.
“A
little, but I have to ask you something,” Sam said. His hands
disappeared from
my body and I felt him roll away from me.
“This
is serious, isn’t it?”
He
was silent. Only the soft sound of his inhalations permeated the small
space
between us. I wanted to be close to him, but felt him flinched when my
body
slid against his. This was serious. Was it something I didn’t want to
here?
“Mark
and I didn’t go to a movie,” Sam said. In the dim light I could see him
staring
at the ceiling. “We went to his brother’s apartment. For what it’s
worth, it
wasn’t my idea.”
“No,
Mark would have thought of going there,” I said. I hadn’t heard all the
details, but I’d heard enough to feel like crying.
“He
thinks you’re too queer. You made him nervous with all that talk about
him
being like us. He just wants to have sex.”
“And,
you two had sex.”
“Yes.”
“I
thought I was falling in love with him.”
I
turned on my side and began to weep uncontrollably. Sam quickly
enveloped me in
his arms, but I didn’t want his comfort. I struggled against his hold,
but he
was too strong for me. Heck, everybody was too strong for me.
“Geoff?
Are you crying?” Johnny asked from the bathroom door.
“Yes,
he is,” Sam said. “Come here, I need you to help me comfort him.”
I
couldn’t fight two of them and soon their soothing touch began to do
its magic.
They were soon kissing me all over my body. I lay as quiet as I could,
not
daring to disturb their desire to please me.
After
a long moment, I felt an erection pressing against my lips, then
another
attempting to enter the other end. Not tonight, I thought, not tonight.
“Please,
stop, both of you, please don’t do that. I feel like I’ve lost my best
friend,
again, and the last thing I need tonight is a couple of teen dicks
sticking in
me.”
“Sam?
What did you say to him?” Johnny asked. I could feel him turn himself
around so
that his face was now next to mine. I felt his hot breath on my bare
shoulder.
“I
told him Mark doesn’t want to have sex with him, anymore.”
“I
thought Mark liked Geoff.”
“Oh,
he does. Mark thinks Geoff is practically the greatest guy in the
world.”
“He
doesn’t like me because I’m too gay for him. He wants to have sex with
a more
straight acting boy like Sam.”
“Sam?
Did you have sex with Mark tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“Shame
on you! I thought Geoff was special to you.”
“He
is, but Mark is special to me, too.”
“Well,
who am I suppose to be mad at?” Johnny asked. Obviously, we’d gone a
step past
his sense of moral justice. He was still like a little kid where
everything was
black and white, right or wrong, true or false, with no gray in
betweens.
“Don’t
be mad at anyone,” I said. “Mark just found out today he likes doing
sex with
guys. He’s confused, that’s all. And, I am a little bit too pushy,
sometimes.
After all, I did make a big deal about Mark coming when I fucked him.”
“And,
he did it, again, tonight,” Sam said. “Oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to
say that.”
“That’s
all right, I’m getting over the shock. I guess you and I will have to
switch
roles. I guess I get to be the buddy.”
“Well,
not really.”
“What?
You mean he doesn’t want to see me at all?”
“No,
he just wants to be your friend, okay? Just a friend, nothing more.”
I
stared up through the night toward the ceiling. A friend, nothing more.
I
wondered if those were Sam’s words or Mark’s. They sounded a little too
sophisticated for Mark to come up with, but right down Sam’s alley.
Yet, I had
to believe they discussed something. Was I too gay for Mark? I never
considered
myself to be that obvious, if one can be obvious. I knew a lot of boys
who
carried around a lot more gay stereotypes than I did and all of them
were
straight, or so I believed, since I’ve never been the kind of guy who
can go up
to someone who is practically a stranger and say, “Hey, how about a
blow job?”
“I’m
going to sleep, if you guys want to stay, it’s okay with me,” I said
and two
warm bodies snuggled up against me then reached across my chest and
held hands.
All was forgiven, all was perfect, again.