Chrysalis Part 2--Chapter 7
This story is about a young man's quest to fix a major birth defect--he was born without a penis. On his quest he meets his soul mate and many other soon to be friends.
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Chapter 7--Confessions to Chet
Chris was in the deli at his usual time. Stella , Stan and Benjie popped by his table to exchange tidbits of gossip; it was so like a family. He knew most of the regulars, their grandkids' photos, their bursitis. It was a home.
Tom came stumbling in at 9:30. He tripped over the small step in front of the store. He cursed the step. He looked tired and frayed. "Don't talk to me until I get coffee," he mumbled. He waved Stella over and ordered a large coffee, black. "Did I have one fucking night." Stella deposited the coffee and gave Tom a disdainful look. "Toby brought home last night, two guys, twins," Tom looked up at Chris to be sure he understood, "identical twins. Both were hot and horny. I mean they had their clothes off and dicks ready before I even closed the door. Before we knew it, we were all naked on the kitchen floor. Rolling around, legs and arms pointing every direction of the compass. There was so much sweat on the floor it was like a lake, and all slippery. The boys liked their sex kinky, so Toby brought out toys. My ass is so sore today."
"Tom, I get the picture, I do not need the details. This isn't high school were you need to prove your sexual prowess. You had fun with whatever you did; I am happy for you. Just drink your coffee; then we can discuss what Stu has planned today."
"Oh, yeah, nothing. He has nothing planned. Thought we needed a day off."
Chris's phone rang. He looked at the message and returned a text. "It was Officer Donaldson, he wants to stop by at 10:30 to go over some details of the investigation."
"Watch him," Tom wagged a finger at Chris. "He's after your ass."
Chris gave Tom a patronizing smile, "According to you, everyone is after my ass."
"Well, they all are." Tom gulped down the rest of the coffee. "Need to head home, the twins are still there, but I wanted to let you know about not working today."
"Tom, have fun."
After Tom left, Benjie slid into the booth, "Was he telling the truth about twins and all the other shit."
"Most likely. Tom has a healthy libido, and with Toby's massive one, I would not be surprised to see twenty guys exit the apartment."
"He sure was insistent on giving you blow-by-blow details," Benjie suddenly blushed realizing what he said. "Why'd he tell you all that."
"It's Tom's petty attempt at revenge. He wanted to come up to my apartment yesterday, but I said no. That he had a boyfriend and to go play with him. Which he did grand opera style, but it was meaningless unless he told me."
"Prick."
"That he is." Chris stirred his coffee, pleased.
Chris went upstairs, happy to just be able to relax. He threw on some sweats and a ratty T-shirt. Grabbing another cup of coffee; he decided to list to Turandot. The music was beautiful, but he found the story unsettling. The Princess callously condemns suiters to death, and Timur is blind to the one person who loves him to the point that she sacrifices herself so he can love the princess. This opera always made Chris cry, so he had Kleenex handy. At the point where Timur is answering the three riddles, he is startled by a knock on the door. He glances at a clock and realized it is 10:30 and Officer Donaldson was due. Chris caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror and thought, What he sees is what he gets.
Officer Donaldson is wearing tight black jeans, a white T-shirt, and a well-worn leather jacket. "May I come in?" he asks politely.
"Sure"
Donaldson cocks his head, "Turandot, I love that opera, and also, Die Dreigroschenoper. I suspect that is more for the crime theme, you know Mac the Knife."
"An opera loving cop, who knew," Chris chuckled as he escorted Officer Donaldson to the sofa. "Can I get you something, coffee?"
"Sure, if it's not a problem."
"Already made."
Donaldson watched Chris amble into the kitchen. "You're casual today."
"Yeah, given a day off. I lost track of time and forgot you were coming. Didn't change into something more appropriate."
"I don't mind. Wouldn't mind being casual myself."
Chris gave Donaldson a careful inspection. "You undercover today." Chris waves at the outfit. "No uniform."
"Would you prefer I wore a uniform." A slight tease was in the voice.
"No, not at all, just unexpected."
"I'm not on duty today, so dressed for a ride."
"I thought you wanted to talk to me today for the investigation."
"I sort of lied. I did want to talk to you today, and I did want to investigate today, The investigation is not the case but you. I think you are gorgeous, and I would like to know you on a personal level, not official."
"Can't you get in trouble seeing a victim outside of work?"
"Nay, Paddy knows I'm stopping by today." Chris's face said he did not understand. "Paddy is Patrick O'Neil, my partner. You know you met him the other day." Chris nodded. "Any way, I'm out on the force, so there is not sneaking around, all above board. Anyway, when I saw you the other day, I thought you were very cute, tough, smart. So here I am to take you out on my motorcycle. If you want?" A boyish anticipation had Chet's body bouncing on the sofa.
"I would love to but." Chet's face fell. "I don't even know your first name."
"Oh, shit, how stupid of me." He stood and extended his hand, "Good morning, I am Chet Donaldson. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Chris Wentworth."
Chris laughed, rolling on the sofa. He pulled Chet's arm so he fell onto the sofa laughing too. "It is a pleasure to meet you Chet."
"Chris's friends on the force call me COD."
"Like the fish?"
"No, initials C O D."
"Cash on Delivery, you're a rent boy on weekends." Chris smirked.
"No, Cock of course and then the D varies: Doom, Despair, Desire, Down and Dirty. Although the last has two Ds. But I prefer Cock on Demand."
Chris liked the laughter in Chet's eyes. "I'm not sure my virtue is safe with you."
"I am always a perfect gentleman on the first date. My fair mother taught me that. Each date after is more suspect. Anyway, do you want to ride a motorcycle?"
"I'm hardly dressed for it." Chris waved the pant leg on his sweats.
"As much as I enjoy the vision of what you wear under the sweats, get your ass up and change.
Chris waggled his ass into the closet and emerged wearing the leather outfit from Miriam. Chet took one look, grabbed his chest, and flung himself onto the floor. "Be still my beating heart. Johnny Strabler get off your hog." Chet pulled himself off the floor and circled Chris to appreciate the full effect. "That is one hot get up. Where'd you get it."
"A gift from a friend. I wore it for a photo shoot, and she like the look on me; she gave it to me. First time I've worn it out."
"Need to rethink were I'm taking you. Was going to take you to meet some friends and have a few beers."
"I'm under 21,"
"Thought so, over 18?"
"Nineteen."
"This place don't care."
"You're a cop."
"Am not in uniform, I'm technically only 20, 21 in a few months."
"This place you were thinking of that seedy." Chris was having fun thinking of the type of place Chet would take him.
"Nay the place is clean, just the guys are a little seedy. Be all over you like flies on shit."
"Thanks a lot for calling me shit." Chris laughed as he said it.
"You definitely ain't shit. But your ass might be pinched and a nipple too and possible a grope."
"Sounds like fun. I haven't slugged anyone since Wednesday." Chris's eyes twinkled with mischief.
"You do, that will earn you respect. Any way lets go." He tossed Chris a helmet.
Chet with Chris, arms riding low on Chet's body, roared by Tom's apartment as he was escorting two blonds to a waiting Uber. For a second Tom thought that was Chris on the back of the cycle, but dismissed it as improbable.
Chet took Chris to a gay biker leather bar/eatery. The place was not busy, but it was not empty. Most of the people there knew Chet, many were law enforcement. Chris was ogled, teased, bear hugged, in both senses, and punched on the shoulder. Once they knew he was the kid who deck the perv, he had a line of beers to drink, even though it was not noon. They had thick juice hamburgers, with delicious greasy fries, and a spicy coleslaw that had Chris gulping a beer. That started Chet laughing so hard he spit beer through his nose. After lunch and saying good-bye to the gang, which a lot of hugging, French kisses, and few squeezes on the ass, Chet buzzed through the streets and traffic faster than Chris felt comfortable. Chet could feel Chris's grip tighten as he made a tight turn or weaved in and out of traffic, which he did it as often as he could.
They pulled up in front of the New York Aquarium. "Hope you like fish?" Chet smiled as they went inside.
Chris loved aquariums. He went often to the Shedd in Chicago. Chris pulled Chet closer and pecked his cheek with a kiss, "Love them." Chet beamed with satisfaction. The aquarium seemed more a construction zone with a new exhibit being built and repair of some storm damage from Sandy. That did not limit Chris's enthusiasm. He and Chet stood for over an hour watching the coral reef.
"Ever been diving?" Chet asked.
"Never. Never been in the ocean."
"Never," Chet replied with disbelief.
"Not much ocean near Chicago," Chris slapped Chet's hand, which was slowly sliding toward his backside. "You said you were a gentleman on the first date." Chris smirked and grabbed Chet's crotch, "I, however, did not make that promise." Chris quickly darted away before Chet could land a cuff on the shoulder.
"Let's head back to your place before rush hour bottle-necks us for hours."
"Lead on Sir Galahad, to your trusty steed."
"You do know that Sir Galahad took a vow of chastity?"
"Fuck you."
"Maybe later," Chet grinned.
Chris and Chet sat comfortably on the sofa, their knees touching. "I had fun today." Chris rubbed Chet's knee. "It was the first time I was ever on a motorcycle. It feels so free."
"That's why I like it. I like being free and unencumbered." Chet patted Chris's hand, which was still on Chet's knee. "Can I start our second date now? I'm not sure how much longer I can be a gentleman."
"That is not how it works," Chris laughed. "Two separate dated. Twice through the door."
"How about I go outside, knock, and then enter. Second date?"
"Perhaps, because I am tired of you playing a gentleman." Chet smiled and eyed Chris over pausing at his crotch. "You do know," Chris paused hesitant, "I am transgender. Female to male," Chris quickly added.
Chet's eye grew large and he fell back on the sofa like Chris had physically pushed him. "No?" Chet held out his index finger and waggles it.
"No, none. Not yet, in about a year I will have the surgery."
Chet's breathing was shallow and rapid. "I saw you pee at the bar. You pulled it out and pissed like any guy. It is a nice one too."
"Fake, a very realistic fake that can do everything a real one can do. In some ways better because my erection does not wither until I allow it to."
"You can get hard and fuck."
"Like any monkey at the zoo. It can even ejaculate."
"You're a girl?"
"My body right now is a girl, but everything else screams man. Surgery is only to correct nature."
"Shit I," Chet stood up. "Chris don't know if I can do this. It screws up my head trying to see anything but pussy on you. Sorry, I, I got to go." Chet ran almost through the door, down the stairs three at a time, and the cycle roared away.
Scratch one friend off the list, Chris thought. I like him and we had fun. Why do great guys need to be such ass holes. Damn and fuck him, I don't need to be around people that are so uptight about physical things. We don't need to screw to be friends. That what he thought I was just a quick fuck and then sayonara. I have enough shit going on with Tom that I don't need Chet's. Chris restarted Turandot, volume up."
"Hey man," Benjie's voice came through the door. "Who's the dude with the cool bike."
"That was former friend, asshole Chet." Chris leaned back, his head on the sofa back.
"Want to tell me what happened?" Benjie's voice was quiet and concerned.
"He freaked when I told him I was transgender." Chris sat up, "Asshole."
"So not cool, man." Benjie squeezed Chris's knee. "It means that he was really into you. He's been thinking all day about all the dirty, nasty things he wanted to do to you; you, just as he is ready to pounce, you casually mention that your dick is fake. That can be cold water." Chris`s look was not happy at Benjie, "That does not give him the right to be an ass, I mean this level is not the same, but if a really hot guy you longing to bone finally invites you over for a romantic diner, and he serves Stouffers."
"You're right, it is not the same," then Chris laughed, "but I get the point."
"If he likes you for more than a casual fuck, he will contact you." Benjie turned to leave, "Now, if you could turn that caterwauling down. The patrons below you would appreciate it." Chris jumped up and turned the music down and saluted Benjie as he left.