Date: Mon, 29 May 2006 08:35:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coy Boy, Chapter 17

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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 Seventeen

Monday afternoon when I went to Norman's for dinner I asked him if he
thought I should call Patrick.

"Tell me a little about him."

"I don't know very much. He's half-Chinese, gorgeous, with thick black
hair, black eyes, light golden skin and he's an inch or two taller than me
and on the slim side."

"I didn't mean what he looks like, although he sounds hot. What's he like?
What does he do?"

"I know even less there. We only talked for a minute. He lives in Philly,
that much I know. He seemed very nice. He joked around with me a little,
but not in a bitchy way, if you know what I mean."

"How old is he?"

"I don't know. Early to mid-twenties, I'd say."

"Well, that's better than Derek."

I'd told Norman a little bit about Derek, although I didn't let on about
the money end of things, just that he was a nice older guy I'd been out
with a couple of times. I'd even shaded that, saying he was 38 when he was
actually 41. Norman had made it clear that he thought 38 was way too old
for me. I agreed and told him there was no possibility of anything serious
happening between us, we were just enjoying each other's company now and
then.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt to call Patrick. You could at least go out on a
date, find out a little more about him and see if you're interested enough
to want to go out again. Why are you hesitating?"

"I'm just nervous. I've never asked anyone out before."

"There's no reason to be nervous. He already expressed interest in you by
giving you his number."

"Yeah, but that was over a month ago. He probably won't even remember me."

"There is that possibility. Some guys go out a lot and give their number to
everyone they meet. I'm sure if he saw you he'd remember you, though. Call
him and see. You have nothing to lose."

"Yeah. Besides, he lives in Philly so nothing serious will probably come of
it anyway."

I used school and work as excuses not to call him Tuesday, but Wednesday
evening I finally got up the courage. I half-hoped he wouldn't answer and I
memorized a message to leave for him, but he picked up on the third ring.

"Hi, Patrick. This is Coy. We met in New Hope on New Year's Eve."

"Damn! I'd about given up on hearing from you. How are you?"

"Good. I had a very busy January or I would have called sooner."

"I can imagine. A little hottie like you must be busy all the time."

"So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime." I was too
nervous to make small talk and had to get to the point.

"Sure, I'd love to. How about Friday night?"

"No good, I'm working. What about Saturday?"

"Yeah, that would work for me. Where did you say you lived again?"

"Trenton. I can take the train down to Philly or you can come up here,
except I haven't really got my own place." Shit, I made it sound like I was
just looking for a hook-up. One of those Internet 'I can host" things. "I
mean, we could go out to eat and maybe to a club or something in either
city."

"Why don't you come down here? Are you familiar with Center City?"

"Not much. I can find my way around without getting lost but I don't know
where anything is."

"Do you know Rittenhouse Square? We could meet there."

"Nope, sorry."

"Eighteenth and Walnut. How about seven o'clock?"

"Okay, see you then."

I was nervous the rest of the week. The only dates I'd had before were with
Marcus and Derek. In both cases, we'd had sex before the actual first date,
so I had an idea what I was getting into with them. This was a date with a
stranger and I had no idea what to expect. The train got into Suburban
Station at 16th and JFK Blvd. at twenty to seven so I got to the park early
for meeting Patrick. Fortunately he was a little early too because by the
time I saw him coming across the square I was freezing. I'd been putting
off spending money on a winter coat so I was still getting by with the
heavy sweater Norman had given me and my light jacket. Patrick greeted me
with a smile and a light kiss on the lips and directed me down Walnut to
Cosi, a casual little restaurant, just my style.

"They have really good dinner salads here if you're into that," Patrick
said as the cute waiter handed us menus. "And the pizzas are really good
too if that's more to your liking."

"I love pizza but I've been promising myself to try eating healthier, so
maybe I'll go with one of the salads."

"That's what I'm having." He ordered a beer and I asked for an iced tea.

"So, how was your date last night?"

"Date? I was working, I told you that."

"Yeah, but isn't that what you do for a living?"

"No, I've only done that a couple of times and only with that guy I was
with at the party. I'm really a waiter." I wasn't sure but I thought he
looked disappointed. I told him about my job at Minho.

"I suppose that's probably steadier work than hustling. And I've heard tips
can be very good in the right place, so you're probably better off there
than hustling."

"Actually, I make nearly as much from one date as I do all week at the
restaurant, but the money isn't the important thing."

"One date? How much do you get for a date?"

"Two hundred bucks." I thought I'd steered the conversation away from my
hustling activities but we were right back there again.

"Damn! And I wasted my time and money on law school."

"You go to law school?" I felt embarrassed because I realized that all we'd
talked about was me and I still knew nothing about him. We were only
halfway through dinner, but I still should have shown more interest in
him. He was the one directing the conversation, though.

"Graduated last spring and passed the bar in September. I'm a full-fledged
lawyer now."

"You're way too sexy-looking to be a lawyer. The only lawyer I know is old
and dignified. You're too young and hot."

"Thanks, but I assure you I am a lawyer." He went on to explain that he
worked in the estates and trust department of a large law firm. I listened
politely but didn't follow much of what he was saying; only that it had
something to do with dead rich people.

When the waiter brought the check we each put our hand on it at the same
time.

"I called you and asked you out, so I should pay."

"But it's my neighborhood and I picked the place. Let me get it."

We ended up splitting the tab.

"So, would you like to go to a club? I know it's a little early."

"Yeah, that would be fine. I can't stay late anyway. The last train leaves
at five after eleven."

Patrick pulled out his wallet again and looked nervous as he counted out
some money. He put the bills on the table and slid them over toward me.

"You could spend the night if you like and catch a train back in the
morning. I've got two hundred dollars."

I was horrified. "No way! I mean, I might have spent the night if I felt
like it, but I didn't call you to drum up business. I wanted to go out with
you because you're hot and I like you."

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. "Shit, I seem to have a knack for
insulting you. I'm really sorry, Coy. I didn't mean to offend you." He
stared down at the table and looked uncomfortable. "You see, I've always
had this fantasy about making it with a pro, of paying for really hot
sex. I never did anything about it because I wouldn't know how to set it
up, but then when I met you I couldn't help but think how hot it would be."

"You mean that's what this date has been about? You living out some
fantasy? You don't care about me at all, you just want to pay me for sex?"

"No, that's not it at all. When we first met at the party I had no idea
that you hustled and I was interested in you. But then when I found out, I
guess my fantasy took over. You see, while on one level I've always wanted
to try it, when it came down to it my idea of hustlers was that they were
cold and impersonal. So while the sex might be great, the entire experience
might not be. But then, you were so nice, someone I really wanted to get to
know and be with, so I thought that maybe this was my one chance to live
out the fantasy with a really good guy. Please don't be offended."

"I don't know. It's kind of hurts, realizing that it wasn't me you were
interested in, just some fantasy."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but isn't fantasy really what first dates are
always about? Two people who don't know each other at all and have very
little to go by, imagining all kinds of things, developing all kinds of
expectations and scenarios. Like, what were you thinking about me all week?
All you knew was that I was of mixed race and what I looked like. So you
were probably thinking how exotic it would be to go to bed with someone
like me."

"Well, I never had any fantasies about Asian guys, but I'll have to admit
you are exotic-looking and that's what attracted me to you in the first
place."

"So should I be offended that you were turned on by my looks and your
imagination, not by the real me?"

"No, I guess you're right that all first dates are based on superficial
first impressions. But we spent almost two hours talking over dinner and
you still couldn't think of me in any way other than a hustler."

"That's not true. I'll admit I couldn't get that out of my mind, but I
liked you more and more as a person as we talked. And I felt I could trust
you, too. I've never told anyone about this fantasy before. To be honest, I
suspect it says more about my self-image than just wanting professional
sex, but I haven't been willing to delve too deeply into that. I was hoping
that maybe if I did it with you I could get it out of my system and come to
terms with whatever was behind it."

"I guess I'm flattered that you've felt comfortable enough to talk to me
about this. And it's not much different than you wanting to go out with me
because you were attracted by my body, or my eyes, or something superficial
like than."

"So can we get past this and just have a good time? You can spend the night
if you want, no strings. It's silly for you to have to leave so early
because of the train schedule."

"Okay, let's play it by ear and see how it goes."

We walked to his favorite club on 12th St. I followed him past the big bar
in the front, up the stairs to where there was a dance floor with deafening
music and then further up to a smaller, quieter bar on the third floor. We
spent a couple of hours up there, talking and drinking. He drank more beer
and I had bottled water. They'd put one of those wristbands on me at the
door, branding me as a minor, which was okay because I didn't much like to
drink anyway. He seemed to know quite a few people and introduced me to
those who stopped to talk for a minute, but we mostly just talked to each
other. It was just starting to get really crowded when he suggested we
leave. I'd had about enough of the bar so I agreed.

We walked to his apartment on Locust at 22nd St. It was small, with a
combination living room-kitchen and a bedroom and bath.

"It's not much but it's all I need. I can walk to work and to my gym and
the bars so it's convenient, too."

"It's a lot more than I have and a lot nicer, too. This is just the kind of
place I'm hoping to be able to afford in Trenton soon."

"So, you have the choice of the couch or sharing my bed. And if you pick
the bed you still have a choice of whether you want anything to
happen. It's up to you, Coy."

He was being very sweet and undemanding, but when I looked into his dark
eyes I saw lust. I recognized it because that's what I was feeling as well.

"The bed, I think. And we'll see what happens."

I didn't take long to see. As soon as we were in the room I surprised
myself by taking the lead and pulling him into a kiss. He ran his hands
over my back as we kissed, sending chills up and down my spine. I put my
right hand on the small of his back and pulled him tight against me and ran
my left hand thorough his thick, soft hair. When the kiss finally ended we
pulled apart, but only a couple of inches. We stared into each other's
eyes.

"Damn," he whispered.

"My thoughts exactly," I replied.

He stood motionless in the middle of the room as I slowly undressed him,
exposing more and more of his smooth flawless skin. His body was entirely
hairless with the exception of a few wisps of black hair under his arms and
a trimmed patch above his cock. His cock, which was circumcised and about
six inches, was rock-hard and dripping by the time I had him naked.

He had fairly broad shoulders and a well-defined chest, which tapered to a
small waist and slim hips. His ass wasn't what I considered to be a bubble
butt though it was nicely rounded. His arms and legs were all muscle and I
realized he must spend a lot of time in the gym. He didn't seem to have any
body fat on him at all.

As I looked down at his perfectly formed cock, I had a craving and dropped
to my knees and swallowed it whole. I sucked and bobbed on it for a while,
just loving the feel of his hardness massaging the inside of my throat. I
was lost in the sensation when he grabbed the back of my head and gasped
and I realized he was about to cum. It was too late to stop so I sucked
harder and he began to shoot in my mouth and down my throat. I kept up the
suction through six or seven spasms, slurping down every drop. He was
starting to soften when I let go of him and stood up.

""I'm sorry, Coy, I didn't mean to cum so fast. You were incredible."

"No, I'm should be the one apologizing.. I got carried away and didn't
realize you were getting that close. Do you think that maybe you'll be able
to go again if we rest up a few minutes?"

"Probably, but even if I don't I'm sure I can find some way to satisfy your
needs."

I kissed him and as we pressed together I realized that I was still fully
dressed and he was naked. I stepped back and started to undress myself but
he quickly took over. He knelt as he pulled my boxers down and my hard dick
nearly hit him in the face as it sprung free.

"Oh my god, look at that! You're huge! I've just got to have that up my
ass. Fuck me, Coy, please fuck me." I looked down and saw that he was hard
again. He was obviously ready to go another round.

"Well, if you insist."

He got up and turned down the bed. As he lay down I got on top of him and
kissed him, my tongue wrestling with his. I humped my dick into his and he
writhed under me. As the kiss ended he again begged me, "Fuck me, please
fuck me."

He pulled open a drawer in the nightstand and took out a condom and some
lube. I knelt between his legs as I put on the rubber and lubed up. I
played with his ass a little, getting his hole slick and finger fucked him
a bit to loosen him up a bit. I was about to lift his legs when he rolled
over and got up on his hands and knees.

"Start off like this, then we'll switch around."

I'd never fucked anyone doggie style but if that's what he wanted, that was
fine with me. I touched my sheathed head to his smooth brown pucker and
gently pushed. He yielded just a bit but then I ran into a wall. He urged
me to push harder and I could feel his anus pushing back. I popped through
his ring and he let out a groan. I was going to wait a minute for him to
get used to the feel but he reached around with his right hand and tried to
pull my hips closer in. I took that as a sign to keep going so I pressed
harder and slid the length of my shaft into him. When my pubic hair was
pressed against his cheeks I did stop for a few seconds but then began to
fuck him. I was going to be gentle but he wanted none of that, thrusting
his ass back onto my cock harder than I was thrusting into him. I got the
message and picked up speed, pistoning into him as hard as I could. He was
moaning and groaning under me, begging me to fuck him harder.

After about five minutes of intense pounding he looked back over his
shoulder. "Okay, let me get on my back now. I want to watch you as you cum
inside me."

I pulled out and he flipped over. I lifted his legs over my shoulders and
reinserted my thick log into his stretched hole. I pushed him over until I
was looking down on him, taking in his smooth golden pecs and dark nipples
as I pounded his ass. He grabbed his cock and began pumping it in his
fist. We locked eyes and got ready for the home stretch. He got there
first, shooting his thick white cum all over his face and neck. His ring
clamped down on my prick as he shot and brought me to the edge. I slammed
into him even harder as my dick exploded inside him, seven or eight spurts
filling the condom.

When I was completely drained, literally, I lowered his legs and let my
softening dick slip from his gaping hole. I leaned over him and licked his
cum off his face, kissing his and feeding some of it to him. Then I
collapsed next to him and snuggled.

"Oh damn, that was fantastic. I love to get fucked but I've never had one
that big before."

"I was afraid I was going to hurt you going that hard."

"I loved every minute of it. You are one hell of a great fucker."

I shrugged. "Just doin' what comes naturally." I really didn't think I had
done anything special. I thought about how Marcus, Manny and Derek
fucked. They each had their own technique but it was all basically the
same. The most important thing was to notice what kind of stroke hit your
partner's prostate and repeat that as much as possible.

"Well, you're a natural fucker then."

We cuddled for a while and he fell asleep in my arms. I must have fallen
asleep right after him because the next thing I remembered was waking up on
my side, spooning Patrick. He was pushing his round ass back against my
hard dick.  I couldn't get my mouth to work so I thrust my hips forward as
a greeting.

"Oh good, you're awake," he said as he handed me a condom and lube over his
shoulder. I got myself ready, lined my dick up with his hole and
pushed. This time I had no trouble getting in. I slid into him in one long,
gliding movement and immediately started to fuck. I lifted up and into him
with each thrust, trying to go deeper and deeper. He kept pushing back
trying to take more and more of me. I reached around and grabbed his dick
and began stroking him. I didn't last anywhere near as long as I had the
night before and shot my load up inside him in no time. As I throbbed in
his hole he took hold of my hand and helped finish himself off with a few
quick strokes, cumming all over the sheet in front of him. He got up and
went into the bathroom coming back a minute later with a damp washcloth
which he used to clean me up.

He lay down next to me again and kissed me. I was a little hesitant about
my morning breath but he had just used mouthwash and that seemed to
counteract my breath as well.

"Good morning," I said, finally uttering my first words of the day.

"Morning, stud. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, really well. You kinda wore me out last night. And now I might have
to take a nap to recover from your wakeup greeting."

"Oh c'mon, Coy, you're young, it shouldn't take that much out of
you. Besides, if you fall asleep again I'll just have to wake you up
again. We may never get out of bed."

"And that's a bad thing? Maybe next time you'll fuck me."

He quickly turned to me. "Is that what you wanted, Coy? Shit, I never even
asked you, I just did what I wanted. I don't usually do much fucking, but I
will if you want."

"No, that's okay, I like it either way. Sometimes I'm more in the mood for
one or the other, but I love sex no matter what position I'm in."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, then. I've fucked a few times
and I'll do it if you really want, but I'm basically a bottom. Is that okay
with you?"

"Yeah, like I said, I can do it either way and be happy."

We got up and showered together. I got the urge to fuck him again in the
shower but he said his hole was pretty sore from the two poundings I'd
already given it so we just lathered each other up, got nice and slippery
and jerked each other off. We went into the other room wearing just towels
wrapped around waists and he made a simple breakfast of waffles and
sausage. When we were cleaning up I looked at the clock and saw it was just
past noon.

"Damn, we really slept late. I've got to go soon. I have to write an
English paper this afternoon." Actually I could put it off until Monday
morning, but I also had history reading to do. And the paper had to be done
so I could type it and print it on Norman's computer when I went over for
dinner.

"Really? You didn't say you were going to school, too. Where?"

"Mercer County Community College." That wasn't really a lie. I was going
there except I was taking their GED program, not their college courses. But
Patrick was a lawyer, for God's sake, I couldn't let him know I was only
studying for my high school diploma. "I'm hoping to transfer to a four-year
school after I get my Associates degree."

"Well good luck. I admire you for putting yourself through college. It's
got to be hard."

He walked me to the train station and before we parted I gave him my phone
number. He programmed it into his phone. I already had his number in
mine. We made a tentative date for Friday night and he kissed me goodbye.

I was humming as I got on the train. The first date had gone well, even
better than I had hoped. I was more than a little surprised to find that he
was such a bottom, though. He was a confident, almost cocky guy, a lawyer,
a hotshot professional. I would have expected him to be more of a
take-charge guy in the bedroom. Actually, when I thought about it I
realized that he was. He wasn't at all passive; he just liked to get
fucked. That was fine with me. He had an ass that was really fun to fuck.

I got my return trip ticket out of my wallet and stuck it on the seatback
in front of me. I was about to put my wallet back in my pocket when I
thought it felt kind of funny. I opened it up and counted my money. There
was two hundred dollars more than I had had when we left the restaurant the
night before. Fuck!

I grabbed my phone and called Patrick.

"What the fuck is this, Patrick? You paid me?"

"Take it easy, Coy. I just had to complete the fantasy."

"Is that all this was, your stupid fantasy? I thought we talked about
that. I thought what we were doing was real."

"It was real. It was much more real than any fantasy could have been. But
I'd made my mind up early in the evening that if you came home with me and
we had sex, I was going to pay you. I just had to do it once to get it out
of my system. Now I've experienced it. It's done."

"So where does that leave us now?"

"From now on it's purely personal. Like I said, it was something that I had
to do and now I've done it."

"Okay, then I'll give you the money back when I see you on Friday."

"No, you have to keep it. It wouldn't be real if you gave it back."

"But no more money from now on?"

"Right, as much as I want you I'd go broke if I had to pay every time."

I thought about it a minute. I really didn't want or need his money and I
wouldn't have taken it if I'd known. But I knew lawyers, even beginners,
made pretty good money so it wouldn't hurt him any. And he was very
insistent.

"Okay, but next time dinner's on me."

"That's fine."

"And if I want, you're gonna have to fuck me. And I'm not paying for it."

"Well, if you insist."