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The story is set in the fictional city of Trenton, New Jersey. Yes, there is a real city by that name, but other than being a state capital on the Delaware River, it bears little resemblance to the city in this story. While a few of the places mentioned may exist in reality, all of the characters and events are fictitious.
Chapter Twenty
As I walked over to Norman's house for dinner on Monday I tried to decide how much of my relationship with Derek I could tell him. I hated holding anything back from Norman. As much as I always thought of Manny as my best friend, I knew that term really described Norman. Manny was my best pal, my only buddy around my age. But Norman was my family. He was always there for me and while he did sometimes judge me, he did so out of concern and he never condemned me. He knew about my selling blowjobs in the park last fall and didn't like it at all. What would he think of my high-priced dates with Derek?
My mind wandered back to the night before, after Derek and I had returned from the dinner. It was only a little after ten and Derek wanted to jot down a few notes about some of the political discussions he'd had, so he went to his office and I went into the living room and played the piano. After a while he came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and lightly massaged them. I looked up at him behind me. He was wearing just a long white robe. As I stood he shrugged the robe from his shoulders and he was standing before me naked. I was still in my suit; I even still had my tie on. Without a word or second thought I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth.
It was so hot being dressed for a formal occasion and servicing a naked man in his living room. He put his hands on either side of my head and held it in place as I sucked on him. After a minute he began bucking his hips forward a bit, gently fucking my mouth. I sucked harder, drawing him deep into my throat each time. I had one arm wrapped around his hips, squeezing his butt cheeks; the other hand played with his balls. I slipped it between his legs and brushed my fingertips over his anus. This was an area that had always been off limits to me before. I pulled my hand back, stuck a finger in my mouth alongside his dick and then went back to his pucker. I kept up the suction as I worked my wet finger into his incredibly tight hole. I pressed it into his prostate as I squeezed his balls with my other hand. His balls drew up in their sac and I was ready for the juice that began to gush into my mouth. I wasn't quite ready for the amount, however. He just came and came. I tried to swallow it as fast as I could but it ran out both sides of my mouth and down my neck. At long last he finished and he just held my head in place, his dick softening but still buried deep in me.
When he had caught his breath he reached under my arms and pulled me up to my feet. He smiled as he licked the cum from my face and neck. As he kissed me his hands began working to loosen the knot of my tie. He stripped it off me and then began to unbutton my shirt, tugging the shirttails out of my pants. He finally broke the kiss as he unfastened my pants and let them drop to my feet. I pulled the shirt off as he knelt and took off my shoes and socks, followed by my pants and shorts, leaving me as naked as he was. He took me in his mouth and sucked me as he knelt in front of me. After a minute he pulled off my cock and sucked one of my balls into his mouth, then the other. He tried but couldn't fit them both in at once.
He then spun me around and bent me over the piano bench, spread my cheeks and dove into my crack. He licked up the length of it and then down again. Then he zeroed in on my hole. He ran his tongue around it one way and then the other. I felt the tip of his tongue touch the center of my hole and then he pressed into me. I was leaning on my elbows on the bench and spreading my legs far apart, opening myself up to him. He was feasting on me now, his tongue loosening me and going deeper and deeper inside me.
He stood and grabbed at the robe on the floor, fumbling in the pocket and pulling out a condom. "I've got to fuck you right now, Coy. I didn't bring lube but the condom is pre-lubed and you've got a ton of saliva on you. I'll go slow."
He didn't have to. His tongue had opened me really well and as soon as his head was pressed against my hole it slid right in. He pumped slowly a couple of times to make sure there was enough lube and then gave me a royal fucking. He grabbed onto my hips and pounded me, fucking hard into me and pulling me back onto his dick each time. For my part I just held onto the bench and went with it. Considering he had just come a few minutes before, he didn't last long. When I realized he was nearing his second orgasm I took my cock in my fist and stroked it. I didn't take much to get me to the edge. Just as I was about to shoot I thought of the expensive piano I was bent over and cupped my other hand in front of me to catch my juice. As my first shot splashed into my hand Derek gasped behind me and I felt his dick throb inside me, stretching my hole even more. He collapsed onto my back as we both continued to shoot.
When he stood up and pulled out he gave my right cheek a hard slap. "Damn, what a ride! You just get better and better."
I stood up, turned around and held out my cupped hand, filled with my thick, white goo. "I didn't want to mess up the piano. What should I do with this?"
He grinned, tipped his head back and opened his mouth. I wasn't sure if he was serious or not but I brought my hand up to his lower lip and dumped the load into his waiting mouth, then licked the rest from my fingers and palm. Derek took me into his arms and kissed me. He'd kept most of my load in his mouth and he shared it with me. Then he surprised the hell out of me by bending, putting one arm behind my back and the other behind my knees. He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom, gently placing me on the bed.
Later, as I lay on my side spooned in front of him, listening to his rhythmic breathing, I thought of the conversation we had had in the car that afternoon about our relationship. He had said that he had to pay me to keep us on a business level, or he might find himself falling for me. In spite of the huge difference in our ages and lifestyles, I knew I could easily fall for him. I knew that I had to keep taking his money for the same reason he was giving it.
And so I didn't argue when he handed me three hundred dollars as he dropped me off at home the next morning. He explained that it had been a longer date than usual, and we'd made it three times, including in the shower when we got up in the morning, so I deserved more money. That sounded right to me.
As I left the park and walked down Norman's block I knew that I couldn't share any of those thoughts with him. I would just try to be as honest as I could while making my relationship with Derek sound as innocent as I could. Yeah, good luck.
I tried to avoid the issue by going right to the music room as soon as Norman answered the door. Norman wasn't going to let me get away with that and followed me through the house and sat in a chair facing the piano bench. I sat on the bench and pretended to be looking through some sheet music.
"Don't run away from me, Jerry. I want to talk to you about your date last night."
"Yeah, I assumed you did. You're upset about Derek's age, aren't you?" I stopped shuffling papers and looked at him.
"I don't know if upset is the right word. I'm concerned. He is far too old for you, whether for a relationship or just a fling."
"I know how old he is, Norman. He's forty-one, which makes him more than twenty years older than me, more than twice my age. I normally wouldn't even look at a guy his age, but I've gotten to know him and he's a great guy. He's also in great shape for his age. He could pass for early thirties, with or without clothes."
"And that would still be far too old for you. Didn't you say that Patrick's age was a big reason for your breakup with him, and he's only 25?"
"That's different. Derek and I aren't trying to have a relationship. We're just having a few fun dates. We're more pals than anything else."
"But you sleep with him, don't you?"
"Not that it's anyone's business, but yes, I sleep with him. It's just sex and it's good. What's the big deal?"
"How did you meet him, anyway? I was under the impression you'd met him at Buddies, but he doesn't look like the type that hangs around in gay bars."
"Um, well, ah, oh shit, you're not going to like this. He picked me up in the park one night last fall back when I was hustling."
"He paid you? You're right I don't like it."
"It sounds worse than it is." Actually it was probably worse than I was making it sound. "The only reason I went with him that first time was money. I wouldn't have even looked at someone his age otherwise. But then I got to know him and I like him. He treats me really well and I get to experience things with him I've never done before, and I'm not talking about sex."
"But you said you didn't like the hustling, that it didn't leave you feeling good about yourself."
"It didn't. Those blowjobs in the park were pretty disgusting. I'm not cut out to be a hustler. But I only went with Derek for money the first time. After that it was because I wanted to." I wasn't about to let on that he was still paying me. I didn't feel like I was lying because I wasn't sleeping with him for money. The money was so we could keep our understanding of our relationship straight. A fine distinction, but one that was clear to me. "Besides, you shouldn't be lecturing me. You pay Blake for sex and the difference in your ages is even more than that between Derek and me."
"Yes, but at least Blake and I are both adults. You're still a teenager."
"I'm an adult, Norman. I'm young but I've lived a lot and worked hard to take care of myself. I deserve to be treated like an adult."
"Okay, I'm not going to lecture you. I don't like what you're doing with Derek but it's your decision. If you say he's a good man and he treats you well I believe you. But remember that you can always come to me about anything if you need to."
"Thanks, Norman. I appreciate your concern. It may not look like it but I do know what I'm doing. I've only gone out with him three times, actually. Like I said, it's not a relationship."
"He bought you that suit, didn't he?"
"Yeah, I was shocked at that and didn't want to accept it, but he wanted his date to look good. He's got lots of money and it doesn't mean much to him, so I didn't fight him."
"You've got to be careful of getting a reputation. I saw a lot of guys looking at the two of you yesterday and heard more than one comment about Derek's hot new boy toy. Apparently he's been known to bring professional escorts to events now and then."
"Yeah, he said he's hired escorts from the Internet occasionally. He said I could probably make a fortune doing that and I thought about it, but I'm just not into it. I love sex with someone I have feelings for like Marcus, or even a fuck buddy like Manny, but doing it with strangers for money just doesn't appeal to me."
"You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that, Jerry. I know it sounds like easy money but it can be dangerous and you could get in a lot of trouble."
"Well, you don't have to worry. Like I said, I thought about it and decided not to."
"Speaking of Marcus, I was surprised to see him there last night. Were you expecting him?"
"No, not at all. I nearly dropped my drink when I saw him."
"Well, you certainly looked uncomfortable sitting there between him and Derek."
"Yeah, that was bizarre, trying to act as if we were practically strangers. Of course, he was really pissed that I was there with Derek, but he's the one who has put us where we are right now so if he's jealous that's his problem. Personally, I wish he and his father had stuck around a while so I could rub it in a little."
"Ooh, you're cruel, Jerry."
"No crueler than he is, leaving me hanging like this. So what was up with you and Mr. Cutter?" I felt it was time to change the subject away from me. "Every time I looked your way you two were talking. Something going on there?"
"If you were paying attention you would have noticed I was also talking to Janet all evening and there was definitely nothing going on there, as you put it. Janet is a high school English teacher so we were talking shop. I found it very enjoyable. I don't get to spend much time with teachers anymore."
"Yeah, I know you were curious about how Mr. Cutter was squeezing so much into such a short course but when I saw how much time you spent talking I thought that maybe something more personal was going on."
"Well, we did exchange a bit of personal information. Even teachers have personal lives, as you well know."
"Uh huh, you going to see him again?"
"I don't know, maybe. Would you like to chaperone us?"
"That depends. Do you think you're going to need a chaperone?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Jerry. Like I said, we're just a couple of old farts talking shop. I did enjoy talking to both Jack and Janet, though. The three of us talked about getting together for dinner sometime."
"Then you'd have Janet as a chaperone to make sure you old farts behave."
"Jerry, you've got sex on the brain!"
"All the time, but that's not where it's best, is it, Norman?"
Because it was spring break week Greg had gone home to north Jersey so I got to work five nights in a row from Tuesday through Saturday for the first time since I started at Minho. The money was incredible and I kept thinking how great it would be if I could make that every week. I'd probably be able to afford an apartment instead of my room. With the money Derek had given me Monday morning, it was the most profitable week of my life. But since both Lisa and Greg were only juniors, unless something else changed, it would be another year before I got to work more nights on a regular basis. While we were cleaning up at the end of the evening on Saturday I talked to Kate about an idea I had.
"You know, you could make so much more money here if you had a liquor license."
"Yes, we would, but a license would cost a fortune and we don't have that kind of money. We'd have to do lots more business to make an investment like that pay off even if we did come up with the money, and with the size of this place we can't do that much more."
"But that storefront next door has been vacant since I started here. You could expand and make that a much larger dining room and then turn this room into the bar. Then you could handle a lot more customers." I didn't add that she'd need more waiters and I could work full-time then.
"Dora and I have discussed that kind of thing ourselves, except keeping this as a smaller dining room. A bank would give us a loan for expansion but not for a liquor license."
"But without the license you probably wouldn't do that much more business, in spite of the great food."
"I know, and there are so many good Portuguese wines we'd love to serve with Dora's cooking. We've thought of looking for a private investor, but it would have to be a silent partner. Dora and I want to run the place our way."
I had an idea. "My friend Derek has lots of money and loves your food. Maybe he'd be interested in investing in the place. I could ask him."
"I don't know about that, Jerry. From the way he was working the room last Sunday he doesn't look like the silent partner type. I think he'd want to be personally involved in an investment like this."
"Yeah, he is pretty much a take-charge, hands-on kind of guy in whatever he does."
"I think that's more than I want to know, Jerry. I appreciate that you're thinking of the business, though. We probably won't be getting a license but we may be expanding later this year if we can work out the financing. That would work for you better than serving alcohol anyway, since you won't be able to serve until you're twenty-one."
"You could serve the booze for me and I'd split my tips with you."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. By the time we can afford a license you may be old enough to serve on your own. Of course by then you'll be nearly done with college and going out to start a real career."
"That's still years away, Kate. I'm gonna be with you guys for a long time yet."
"I hope so, Jerry. You're a nice guy, a good waiter and a hard worker."
I had arranged to do my half-day shift at the shelter in the morning rather than the afternoon the next Wednesday since I had the evening off from work and wanted to take the train to Chester to visit Aunt Aggie. I was doing data entry on the computer in the office around ten when Reverend Williams walked in.
"Good morning, Jerry."
"Good morning, Rev. Williams."
"Please call me Malcolm. Everyone else does."
"That wouldn't seem right to me."
"Why? I've never heard you call Norman Mr. Fredericks and he's even older than I am."
"It's not so much your age. You're a minister."
"I'm just a man, Jerry, no better or worse than anyone else."
"Well, if you're sure you want me to call you by your first name, I will then."
"Good. I wasn't expecting to see you here this morning. Don't you usually come in in the afternoon?"
"Yeah, but I'm going to visit my great-aunt later." I told him about Aunt Aggie and the nursing home. He went to a desk in the corner of the office and began going through a file. After about fifteen minutes he got up.
"I'm going to the kitchen to swipe a cup of coffee. Can I get you something?"
"No thanks, I don't drink coffee very often."
"Anything else, then?"
"How about a glass of water?"
"Coming right up." He left the room and I went back to work. A few minutes later he was back with a glass in one hand and a mug in the other. He handed me the glass and perched on the edge of my desk, sipping his coffee.
"It's so nice to see someone your age doing volunteer work like this. It doesn't happen very often, I'm sad to say. Now and then we have someone but it's usually not their choice."
"How is that?"
"We've had a few Boy Scouts working on merit badges, but more often it's court-appointed community service."
"Well, I enjoyed helping out over the holidays and I have the time, so why not? Besides, I was nearly homeless myself last summer so I can relate to how these folks must feel." I told him about my arrival in the city and the days after, leaving out the part where his son kissed me and I thought he stole my wallet, of course.
"You slept in the park? You should have come here. What about your family?"
I told him about Aunt Aggie, Mom and Ralph. I pretty much left out all reference to my age. I didn't feel right lying to a minister. Besides he was a trustee of the shelter so he could probably look up my application if he wanted to.
"For one so young, you've been through a lot, son. You seem to have come through it all right, though. You're quite mature for a teenager."
"Don't believe it. I work hard and I've done some things that I'm not proud of when I didn't see any other way out, but I've tried not to hurt anyone along the way. I think I'm pretty responsible and I try not to act rashly, but part of me is still a kid. I haven't figured out everything about being an adult yet."
"None of us has, Jerry. Life is a continual learning experience. But you seem to be figuring things out better than my son, anyway."
"Marcus?" I stopped myself. I realized I couldn't sound too curious or knowledgeable about someone I supposedly had only casually met a couple of times. "He seemed pretty cool to me."
"Oh, he's a wonderful boy, a very decent, loving young man. But there are times when he doesn't seem to know what he wants. I suppose I have to take full responsibility on that. I've been sending him mixed signals his whole life."
"Mixed signals? How so?" I didn't want to appear to be too interested but I wanted to hear anything he would tell me.
"Poor Marcus is the oldest of my children, so he has had to bear the brunt of my mistakes. All parents want their children to have better lives than they did. Fathers especially tend to look upon sons as extensions of themselves. Look how many men give their sons their own name. We have trouble realizing our children are their own persons."
"Well, sure, I guess all parents have trouble with that."
"When he was younger I always pushed Marcus hard to be the best he could be, although I didn't make it clear that he was allowed to be what he wanted to be, not just what I wanted him to be."
"And you've changed since then?"
"Yes. About five years ago I was counseling an elderly parishioner who was going through a rough time. She told me a story about her grandson that changed my way of thinking. The boy was apparently the type that everyone referred to as 'the best little boy in the world.' He got good grades, stayed out of trouble, respected his elders, sang in the church youth choir. You get the idea. Everyone thought he was perfect. Other parents always told their children they should be more like him, which must have caused no end of problems for him at school. He was accepted into one of the Ivy League schools on a full scholarship. But then, a week after he graduated from high school he was caught engaged in a lewd act with another man in a restroom at the mall. No charges were filed against him due to his still being a minor, but his family was horrified. His father nearly killed him and then turned his back on him. His mother cried every time he came near. Even his grandmother, my parishioner, couldn't face him; she was so scandalized by the idea of him with another man. After two weeks of this treatment, he disappeared. He left a note saying that he couldn't take their rejection. He didn't want to hurt them but he couldn't live a lie any longer, so he was leaving."
"What happened to him?"
"No one knows. He never went to that Ivy League college. His family has never seen him again, but being the considerate boy that he was, every year he sends his parents and grandmother Christmas cards, no return address, saying he's alive and well. Hearing that old woman's story made me realize that we never really know what's going on in another's mind. That could have been any one of my children and I would have gone through life condemning them without realizing it. The Baptist Church isn't known for its tolerance of homosexuality. Neither is the African-American community for that matter. So I began to rethink my attitude on the subject, starting with, 'What if it was my child?' It didn't take me long to come up with a completely different attitude."
"So you changed the way you were pressuring Marcus?"
"I've tried to let up a bit, to let him make his own decisions. I know I still don't handle it well when he makes a decision I don't like, but that's the nature of being a parent. It isn't so much that I don't want him doing his own thing, I just don't want him to get hurt from his mistakes. So I probably haven't been as clear to him as I could be, although my positions on political issues should make it clear that I'm a lot more tolerant than I used to be."
"Why don't you just sit down with him and talk like we're doing now?"
"That's easier said than done. I'm not implying that I think he's gay, you understand. That's just an example of the kind of difference I want him to feel free to experience. I wouldn't want him to think I thought he was gay. Chances are he's not, and most straight boys would be highly offended if someone thought they were. That could make things even worse."
"I guess I can understand your hesitation, except I am gay so I wouldn't be offended."
"Marcus had a couple of girlfriends in high school but nothing serious. He didn't seem to be dating much in college but last fall when he came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, he was different. Happy, excited, filled with joy. I thought maybe he'd finally met the right girl. Then he told us about this girl in New York he was going to see New Year's Eve and I figured she was the one. But even though he's been seeing her regularly since then, that joy he had is gone. To be honest, I'm not sorry, because although I've only met her a couple of times I don't think she's the one for him. I would never admit that to Marcus, though."
"What's wrong with her?" I knew I was getting way too nosy but I just had to know.
"Nothing specific, but they just don't seem right together. Marcus seems to be working so hard on their relationship and she doesn't seem to be trying at all. She's a lot more cavalier about it, a lot less serious. I'm afraid Marcus is going to get hurt by her but there's no way I can interfere. I suppose I have no choice but to sit back and let Marcus learn by experience. He has to 'find himself' as my generation used to call it."
"Well, I have no experience at having a father or being a father, so maybe my opinion doesn't count for much, but I still think it wouldn't hurt for you to try to make it clearer to him that you'll love him no matter what. You don't have to imply that you think he's anything, just that as far as you're concerned he's a good young man and that his happiness is all that matters to you. That you'll always be there for him, no matter what."
He thought for a moment. "Maybe I will, Jerry."
To be continued.