Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2006 14:12:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coy Boy, Chapter 10

This story contains some explicit scenes of love between males. If you are
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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 Ten

I slept late Saturday morning and treated myself to breakfast for a
change. I hadn't had anything but cheeseburgers all week and now that I had
a few dollars in my pocket I allowed myself to think about food and
realized how I'd missed the breakfasts that Jung had made for me at
work. As I ate I tried not to think about how I'd made the money, but
afterwards as I walked around I thought about Rod.

I'd always pictured prostitutes as female, and really cheap looking. You
know, tight short skirts, big boobs practically popping out of halter tops,
tons of makeup and big hair. And, oh yeah, chewing gum. Really trashy, in
other words. Not just their appearance, though. I'd always imagined them as
hard and cold. I mean, you'd have to be, to sleep with so many strangers
just for money. But Rod wasn't like that at all. He was a regular
boy-next-door type, full of enthusiasm, humor and warmth. And he was
caring, too. I could still feel his hand gently caressing the back of my
neck, trying to make me feel better. According to what he'd said he'd been
selling his services for a couple of years and yet he was still a nice
guy. Of course, he was only working part-time and I didn't know what he was
like when he was with one of his customers, but it seemed obvious to me
that his profession hadn't turned him into a bad person.

A little after noon, I went back to the house and put myself through a long
workout. I'd only done short workouts in the evening all week. After
walking the streets all day looking for work I didn't have much energy left
for lifting weights and my mood didn't help either. I showered and then got
out a pencil and paper and tried to make some sense of my finances, or lack
of finances. The guy at the unemployment office had said the first check
would take 3-4 weeks. Assuming four, I figured out how much money I'd need
until the check came, how much money I'd have to borrow from Norman. I was
shocked when it added up to almost five hundred dollars.

There was no way I could ask him for that kind of money. I didn't even know
if he had that much. I mean, he had a beautiful house but it must cost a
lot to maintain and he was retired. Plus, he'd just been away on vacation
for almost a month. He might be broke when he got back. There was a whole
lot of difference between asking him to lend me five bucks for a couple of
days so I could eat and five hundred for a month.

As long as I had the paper out I started playing around with figures,
trying to estimate what I could hope to make at the kind of job I was
looking for. I'd been desperately searching for anything as long as it was
a job. But figuring on getting minimum wage or close to it, I realized that
a part-time job just wouldn't cut it. At that low hourly rate I needed
nearly forty hours a week to make ends meet. If I got a job like the one
I'd just lost, it would have to be full-time. A waiter job with tips might
work if it was part-time, but even that was questionable.

It was late afternoon and I was hungry again, so I went out to get
something to eat. While eating my chicken sandwich I couldn't stop thinking
about money. It was getting to be like an obsession. I thought again about
Rod and the night before. If he was right and I could get thirty bucks for
a blowjob and also be a lot choosier about who I went with, I wondered if I
could do it. I broke the numbers down. Five hundred dollars was seventeen
blowjobs. No way. That was out of the question. Doing one guy had made me
sick the night before. Seventeen guys? Forget it.

In spite of that I found myself heading down to the park when I was done
eating. I was curious and tempted to at least check it out. I'd spent a lot
of time hanging out around the cruising area, watching the guys. I could do
that again. I was sure I'd never be able to approach anyone, but if a guy
who was semi-hot propositioned me, maybe I could do it. I didn't have to
make it with seventeen guys. I had five days until Norman came home. Every
dollar I made in that time was one less dollar I had to ask to borrow from
him. And a reciprocal thing like last night would be sixty bucks. With a
little luck I could make two hundred dollars by Thursday just by meeting
one unobjectionable guy a night. I knew that was wishful thinking and most
likely wouldn't happen, but there was no harm in looking. I didn't have to
do anything I didn't want to do.

There wasn't anyone around the cruising area when I got there. It was still
pretty early, so I decided to go down to my rock by the river and call
Norman. I'd been calling him every Saturday and I wanted to make sure he
was coming home on Thursday as planned. It was good to hear his voice. I
still didn't tell him about my job situation, but just chatted about
nothing in particular. He told me about his sister and brother-in-law,
their married daughter and her kids, and how much fun Dixie was having. It
sounded like he was having fun, too. Before hanging up he said he'd most
likely be home in time for dinner Thursday and he'd call me when he got in
so we could get together.

I sat on the rock for a while after talking to him, feeling guilty for even
thinking about trying to make money at the cruising area. Just imagining
about how he'd react if he knew made me feel horrible. But the alternative,
begging him for all that money, didn't make me feel any better. As the sun
disappeared over Pennsylvania across the river, I got up and went to check
out the scene.

Usually when I observed what was going on there, I'd stand off to the side,
keeping to myself, or walk through the area without stopping. I didn't want
anyone coming on to me and for the most part it worked. But this time I was
hoping to be propositioned because I wasn't going to be able to go up to
anyone myself. And just because someone approached me didn't mean I had to
say yes. I found a tree near the center of where the action usually was and
leaned against it, hoping I didn't look like one of those hookers leaning
on a lamppost in a red light district. Within ten minutes a nice looking
guy not much older than me came by and suggested having some fun
together. I remembered the line Rod had suggested and told him that I was
working. He stared at me a few seconds, shook his head and moved on. That
scene was repeated twice in the next half-hour.

I was beginning to think that Rod was wrong, that the attractive guys, the
ones I wouldn't mind doing it with, weren't into paying, when a somewhat
stocky guy around thirty stopped and chatted a minute. When he suggested
going into the bushes, I gave him my line.

"Sorry, I'm working."

He thought about that and nodded. "All right, what are you into?"

Okay, now I was in new territory. Rod had said something about discreetly
giving activities and prices, but how the hell do you do that?

"Um, I'm mostly into oral."

He nodded again. "How much?"

This was pretty direct, not very round-about. "Thirty." I figured the fewer
words I said the better. If I couldn't be discreet I might at least claim
he'd misunderstood me.

Another nod. "I'm into oral myself, but a little different. I'll give you
forty if you let me rim that cute butt of yours."

When I'd thought about trying this out all I'd considered was sucking and
fucking. There was no way I was going to let a stranger fuck me in the
woods, so I'd decided to stick with sucking. I hadn't even thought about
rimming. I'd loved it when Manny did it to me, but it was pretty
personal. I wasn't sure I wanted to get that intimate with someone here. I
nearly laughed when I realized that I wasn't thinking of having a dick in
my mouth as intimate.

"Okay, have you got the money?" Rod had said to always see the money
upfront, and try to get your hands on it before orgasm, if possible. The
guy took his wallet out of his back pants pocket and pulled out two
twenties. He showed them to me and put them in his front pocket.

"Follow me." He led me up a trail into a thicker part of the woods where
there were lots of bushes. We only went about a hundred feet and he stopped
and looked around. It was practically dark and I couldn't see anyone near
us.

"All right, it's cool here. Drop your pants."

I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the ground. Then I took a quick
look around and pushed my boxers down as well. He stepped up to me and
fondled my cock and balls. I was mostly hard before he even touched me. It
wasn't him that was turning me on; it was more like the excitement of doing
it outdoors and the slight danger involved that had me all excited. I stuck
two fingers into his pants pocket, felt the bills inside and pulled them
out. Then I turned around and bent over slightly, bracing myself with my
hands on my knees. "Go ahead."

I was expecting to be grossed out or feel nauseous like I had the night
before, but it actually wasn't bad. The guy knew what he was doing and the
physical sensation was great. It was easy to pretend he was Marcus or
Manny. I wasn't sure how long he wanted to rim me, but I had the money so I
didn't mind. From the sound of it, he was stroking himself as he knelt
behind me. He was getting more into it and suddenly he froze and I assumed
he was cumming. He stopped and I heard him getting his stuff put back
together. I bent down to pull up my pants and he patted my lightly on the
butt.

"Man, you have an awesome ass. I hope I run into you again."

I held up the two twenties before I stuffed them in my pocket. "Anytime."

He took off back down the trail. I zipped up and rubbed my still rock hard
dick through my jeans and thought about jerking off. Having a tongue up my
ass had really gotten to me. I was lost in my horny thoughts and was
startled by a voice only a few feet away.

"Now if you were a real pro you'd take that hard prick down to the roadway
and pick up someone else. Use your horniness to make a few more bucks."

I turned and Rod was standing there smiling at me. "What are you doing
here?"

"I should ask the same of you. My girl had a sorority thing tonight so I
thought I'd see if I could pick up a little extra cash." He grinned. "And I
was curious to see if you came back."

I was glad it was dark because I was blushing. "I thought a lot about what
you said last night and decided to see how it all worked, to see if I could
do it."

"Looks like you didn't have a problem. Well, maybe a little one." He
stepped up to me and put his hand on my crotch, squeezing my still hard
cock. "Whoa, I take back the little part. You know, I could help you out
with that, if you'd like."

I giggled. "Then we'd have to pay each other, right?"

"Professional courtesy, no charge either way." He dropped to his knees and
unfastened my jeans and pulled them down around my thighs, exposing my now
dripping hardon. He wrapped his fist around the base of the shaft and
slowly stroked it as he flicked his tongue around the edge of the
head. After a minute he took it in his mouth and began sliding up and down
on it, taking in more each time. Both Marcus and Manny had had trouble with
the size of it. Neither was able to take the whole thing. The guy in the
Volvo didn't even come close. But Rod had no problem at all. In no time my
dick was buried all the way down his throat. I gasped at the tight
sensation. He began bobbing and sucking like a pro, which is what he was,
actually. I gave in to the awesome feeling and in no time I felt my balls
draw up.

"I'm gonna cum," I hissed. He just kept right on sucking, even harder if
that was possible. Seconds later I began to shoot. I tried hard not to
thrust violently into him with each spurt, but didn't entirely succeed. He
took it like a man, continuing to suck, and swallowed every drop. He was
gasping as he pulled off after he had drained me dry.

"Damn that was sweet." He turned me around and ran his hands over my ass
cheeks, then stood up, turned me again and kissed me lightly on the
lips. "You're hung like a horse and have an awesome little ass. If you ever
get into fucking you could make a mint."

I shook my head. "Not gonna happen. I like fucking but only with a select
few guys I want to do it with."

"Well, maybe you'll let me into that exclusive club someday. I'd love to
spend a little time in bed with you."

"Same here. Maybe sometime when neither of us is working." I grabbed his
hard dick through his jeans. "How about I return the favor for you?"

"Thanks, but I just got here and haven't made any money yet. I think I'll
save it."

As we walked down the trail to the road he gave me more advice.

"Oral sex is a lot safer than fucking, but it's not risk-free. I generally
don't let customers cum in my mouth. It's best to make that clear to them
before you start."

"Won't that put some guys off?"

"Some, but it's better than going ahead and then spitting it out. Besides,
you've already run a risk at that point. Tell them they can shoot all over
your face if they like. Some guys get off on that. But make sure you carry
tissues with you to clean up. And I would suggest you not make active
rimming a part of your repertoire unless you've had the hepatitis
vaccine. Even then you run a risk with hepatitis C."

"Sounds like I've got a lot to learn."

"It's not so hard. Mostly common sense. You know most of it. Just keep in
mind that with multiple sex partners you're increasing risk, so be extra
careful."

When we got to the road he kissed me goodbye. I headed back to the city and
he headed off to work. I was feeling very encouraged. In two nights I'd
made eighty bucks and I really hadn't had to do much the second time. At
this rate I might not have to ask Norman for any money at all.

It didn't turn out to be that easy. Sunday night I hung out in the park for
over three hours and didn't make any money. A few guys propositioned me but
only one was interested in paying and I wasn't interested in him. Monday I
went back to pounding the pavement, looking for a job, this time on the
south side of the city. The only offer I got was a part-time job that would
have only paid half of what I needed to survive. I thought about taking it
anyway, but realized that it would disqualify me for unemployment, so I
held out for something full time. It started drizzling in late afternoon so
I couldn't go to the park in the evening. Tuesday it rained all day so I
couldn't go out and look for a real job, either. I spent most of the day in
my room, reading and working out. I had to skip the park again that
night. On Wednesday the sun came out so I could resume my job hunt. The
only luck I had was that evening in the park when I found a guy who wanted
to suck me and also get sucked.

Thursday afternoon I was wrapping up another fruitless day of searching
when Norman called to let me know he was home. He invited me to come over
at six for something to eat. I went back to my room, had a short workout
and shower and then left for his house. As I walked I tried to decide what
to do. I was ten dollars short for my rent the next day. If I could find
one guy in the park later on that would be enough to cover the rent and
feed me for a few days and I could probably make more money over the
weekend. I might be able to hold off on asking Norman for help until next
week. I didn't feel good about either choice. Doing guys in the park left
me with a vague depressed feeling. I knew it should have fed my ego,
knowing that there were guys willing to pay for a few sexual moments with
me, but it actually had the opposite effect. But asking Norman for money
would be so humiliating. It would be acknowledging that I couldn't make it
on my own. I decided to wait and see.

Norman greeted me with a huge hug. Dixie nearly knocked me over in her
enthusiasm.

"I didn't feel like cooking after spending the day on the road, so I
thought we could order pizza if that's okay with you."

"Sure, pizza would be great."

He called and ordered a sausage and pepper pie and suggested I play the
piano while we waited. It was good to have the chance again. I hadn't
realized how much I missed it while he was gone. About an hour later the
pizza was delivered. We ate in the kitchen and I asked him about his visit
with his family. I wasn't sure what I was going to tell him about my job
and I wanted to put it off. He told me several brief stories about the
trip, keeping them short so he wouldn't bore me talking about people I
didn't know. Finally, he asked what was new in my life. I took a deep
breath and told him about the fire and my search for a new job.

"I've been looking for anything but I'm pretty limited, both by my
background and my lack of transportation. If I find something like what I
had before it has to be full time. I'd rather get a waiter job because that
has more potential and is more interesting, but no one seems to be hiring."

"How are you getting by? Do you need anything?"

There was my opening. I didn't have to ask or beg him. He was offering
help. All I had to do was say yes, please help me. But I just couldn't do
it. My stupid pride got in the way.

"Thanks, but the unemployment benefit is just enough to get me by. I should
be all right until I find something."

"Are you sure? If you need any money I'd be glad to help out."

There it was again. A little voice in the back of my head was screaming,
'Say yes, take the money!' but I couldn't get my mouth to cooperate.

"I really appreciate the offer, Norman. You're such a great guy. I'll let
you know if I need anything."

And with that I closed the door. Idiot! Now I was going to have to find
some guy in the park on the way home and I wasn't in a position to be
choosy. What a jerk I was. I tried to put it out of my mind and enjoy the
rest of the evening but I couldn't shake the feeling. I also knew I had to
cut the evening short since I had to go to work. Fortunately the long drive
Norman had had was catching up to him and he started yawning a little after
nine so I got up to leave.

Norman gave me one last chance as he hugged me goodnight. "Remember Jerry,
if you need anything at all, I'm here for you. Don't be afraid to ask."

"Thanks, Norman, you're a good friend, but I think I've got it covered."

As I walked through the park I thought about my stupid pride. It was
beneath me to accept help from a good friend but somehow it was okay for me
to blow strangers in the bushes. That was pride? I made up my mind that I
wouldn't let myself go any lower than I already had. If I couldn't find a
decent guy in the park tonight, I wouldn't settle for a creep. I'd go to
Norman in the morning and ask for a loan. I ended up being lucky. Or maybe
not, depending on my ever-changing point of view. I was standing alongside
the road for only a few minutes when a car pulled up. The driver looked to
be in his early thirties and was a bit of a geek. After we chatted a few
minutes he parked and we went far enough into the bushes to be out of
sight. I knelt down in front of him and sucked him off. He came all over my
face, paid me the thirty bucks and left. I was relieved as I walked home. I
had enough to get me through another few days.

Things were pretty much the same for the next week. I looked for a job
during the day and cruised the park at night, weather permitting. I had no
daytime luck but some in the evening. I wasn't in a panic anymore about
either. I knew I could make some money doing not so objectionable stuff in
the park. I discovered that I preferred sucking a guy to being sucked,
which sounds odd but made sense to me. It was just that if a guy sucked me
I had to get aroused and come. That wasn't so easy with someone I didn't
care for. But sucking a dick was sucking a dick. I could close my eyes and
concentrate on the job at hand, not worrying about whether I was getting
off on it.

And if I didn't make enough in the park, there was Norman. Plus,
unemployment might surprise me and send the check early. Every day I got
closer, at any rate. It wasn't so bad, really it wasn't. I kept telling
myself that.

Early the next Thursday evening I was leaning against my tree by the side
of the road in the cruising area, waiting to be approached. A silver Buick
pulled up and stopped. As the window on the passenger side lowered I moved
toward the car, leaning over to see the driver. I froze when I saw it was
Norman.

"Get in the car." He sounded pissed. I didn't know what to do.

"Um, I'm busy, Norman. I'm waiting for someone." I started backing away.

"Get in right now, Jerry," he practically shouted.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. I didn't want to cause a
scene and I definitely didn't want anyone hearing him call my name. I went
back over to the car and heard the door unlock as I got close. I opened it
and got in, hoping I could convince him that whatever he wanted me for
could wait until our Saturday dinner. Once again I didn't have quite enough
for the rent the next day and needed a trick tonight. But as soon as I was
in the car he put it in gear and sped off.

"Norman, I can't go anywhere with you. Like I said, I'm waiting to meet
someone."

"They can just wait, then."

He didn't say another word as he got on the highway and drove the half mile
to his house. As we rode I was first a little concerned about his attitude
and then a little angry. What right did he have to be ordering me around?
He parked the car in the garage and I followed him into the house.

"Okay Norman, what's your problem?"

"My problem? What the fuck are you doing, Jerry?"

I was shocked. He'd never cursed in front of me before.

"What do you mean? I was just hanging out in the park. You know I go there
a lot. We've talked about it. In fact, we met there."

"Don't play innocent with me. Blake said he's seen you there a number of
times recently, and you're not just hanging out. You're tricking, and
you're taking money for it."

Fuck! I'd seen Blake a couple of times but it hadn't occurred to me that
he'd tell Norman he saw me. I'd avoided him, not for that reason but
because I still found the idea of him and Norman together to be a little
unsettling. I realized I was nailed and there was no point in denying
anything.

"Okay, so I'm doing a little hustling to make ends meet. It's not much and
it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" I thought he was going to explode. "How can you say that?
You're selling your body on the street. You're a whore!"

"Whoa! Stop it right there. I don't think you have any right to talk to me
that way. After all, look what you're doing with Blake. You don't have any
problem with that and I don't see you calling him a whore."

"That's different."

"How is it different? Because it's okay for you but not for me?"

He took a couple of deep breaths and seemed to be trying to calm down. "I
didn't mean that. Look, I'm sorry I called you that. I'm just so appalled
at this. I'm forty years older than you, Jerry. I know what I'm doing and I
can take care of myself. And Blake's a lot older than you, too. He's mature
enough to keep it all in perspective. But you're just a kid, a sweet,
innocent, impressionable kid. You could get hurt, physically and
emotionally. You can get trapped in a lifestyle you don't want."

"I can take care of myself, too. I'm not a little kid."

Norman sighed. "I know nineteen isn't a little kid and you've done a pretty
good job taking care of yourself so far, Jerry. It isn't that. But there's
something so innocent and idealistic about you. You have a romantic
soul. I'd hate to see that destroyed."

"I'm not letting any of this destroy anything inside me. I'm just doing
what I have to do and that's it. You have no idea how hard it's been for
me."

Without any warning I started to cry. I'd been holding it all in for so
long and just starting to talk about it broke the wall I'd built up. Norman
took me in his arms and held me, letting me cry myself out. When I finally
got myself under control he gave me a box of tissues. I blew my nose and
dried my eyes.

"I don't know, but that's because you haven't told me. Don't keep it all
inside, Jerry. Tell me what's going on."

We'd been sitting on the loveseat in the den but I got up and started
pacing around in circles, trying to pull myself together and figure out
what to say. I wanted to tell him everything, but I knew I had to at least
hold back my age. He thought I'd just turned nineteen, not seventeen. While
I didn't think he'd turn me over to the authorities to be sent back to
Ralph, I knew that legally I was a minor and a runaway, so I didn't want to
put him in an awkward position. I finally started in on my story, trying to
keep as close to the truth as possible, telling how much Ralph and I
disliked each other, how I'd tried to make money to get away from him but
that he'd taken it from me as fast as I made it, that finally I'd just left
and stopped in Trenton to try to make enough to continue on to New York. I
made it sound like that had been a while back. Okay, I was mixing things up
a bit I was still being a lot more honest than I had before.

"I was doing okay working for Gert but I was just getting by, not able to
save anything for emergencies. And I'm really limited about what kind of
jobs I can get." I swallowed hard before continuing. "A while back you
suggested I go to college to improve my life. I'd really like to, but you
see, I never graduated from high school. I'm a dropout." I was so
embarrassed I couldn't look him in the eyes. I stopped pacing and stared
out the window, afraid I was going to start crying again.

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes and then I felt his hand on
my shoulder.

"Come back and sit down and let's talk."

I returned to the loveseat and he sat in a chair facing me.

"Okay, we have a few things to work on. First, your immediate shortage of
money. What would you say to moving in here for a while, until you're back
on your feet?"

I was stunned. In all of my dithering about asking Norman for help, I never
even considered anything like that. I only thought of asking for a loan,
not a place to stay. I looked around and gave it some serious thought. This
place was a million times nicer than the rooming house. And Norman was a
great cook, too. But I knew I couldn't do it.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Norman. We're both used to living
alone and we're very different and we'd probably get on each other's nerves
in no time."

"I don't know about that. This is a big house. It's not like we'd be
tripping over each other."

"Besides, I know I'd want to get back out on my own as soon as I could, and
while the rooming house isn't so bad right now, I think it would be really
hard going back to a place like that after living in a place like this. I'd
get spoiled living here. And what would people think if I moved in here?
I'd feel like your kept boy."

"I don't care what people think and I don't think you do either. But I can
understand how important it is for you to stay on your own. Okay then, how
much money do you think you'll need to get by for a while?"

"I really don't know. It depends on when the first unemployment check
comes. After that I should be fine."

"C'mon, Jerry, don't be shy. I'm sure you've given it some thought. How
much do you need?"

I did some quick figuring. I started with five hundred and subtracted what
I'd made in the park.

"Two hundred fifty should do it, assuming the check isn't any later than
they said."

Norman got up and left the room. He was back in a minute with money in his
hand and gave it to me.

"I keep a little cash on hand for emergencies. I guess this counts as one."
He sat down again.

"I'll pay you back out of that first check."

"You don't have to do that, Jerry."

"Yes, I do. That check is supposed to be for my expenses right now
anyway. I don't need charity, only a loan."

"Okay, if you feel that way, I understand. Now, in the short-term you need
a job and in the long-term you need a high school diploma. I have a couple
of ideas for both. Let me look into them and get back to you. In the
meantime, if you need anything, come to me. You got that?"

"Yeah, I got it. I can't tell you how much this means to me, Norman."

"I'm just helping out a friend. You're a sweet young man and I want to make
sure you stay that way."

"You know, working the park the last couple of weeks wasn't so bad. It's
not like I enjoyed any of it and it isn't something I'd choose to do, but
it was tolerable for a while. It's kind of good to know I have that to fall
back on if I have to."

"But you won't have to now."

"Yeah, I know, thanks to you. You're the best, Norman."