Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2006 13:37:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coy Boy, Chapter 8

This 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.

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Chapter Eight

I was ready to tear Manny's clothes off him the second we got into my room,
but he spent a few minutes trying to talk me out of going to bed with
him. Actually, it was more like he was trying to make sure that it was
something I wanted and it wasn't the rum talking. Once I'd convinced him,
though, he was all over me.

And we did go all the way -- oral and anal. I was already pretty familiar
with Manny's body, although our contact had been limited in the past. His
smooth mocha skin had always been a turn-on for me and I loved finally
allowing my tongue to run all over it. He had a pretty talented mouth
himself and in no time our feet were at opposite ends of the bed and our
faces were in each other's crotches.

"Oh man, Jerry, I've been wanting to wrap my lips around this big stick
ever since I saw you in the shower that day, but now that it's in my face I
don't know if I can handle it."

"If it's too big for your mouth I know someplace else I can try to fit it."

"Oh believe me, I want it there, too, but first I want to suck on this baby
for a little bit."

He held my cock firmly in his hand and stabbed at the slit with the tip of
his tongue, then ran his tongue around the edge of my head before taking
the whole thing in his mouth. I pulled his foreskin back, exposing his
shiny pink head, licked it for a moment and then took it in my mouth. It
was a bit disorienting at first, sucking while being sucked. Marcus and I
had taken turns and it was easier to focus on the sensations that
way. Doing a sixty-nine meant I couldn't devote all of my attention to what
I was doing or what was being done to me. As fantastic as Manny's hot wet
mouth felt on my dick, I decided to try to focus on giving him pleasure, at
least to start. I'd only sucked one dick so it wasn't exactly second nature
to me.

Even though Manny's cock was longer and the shaft thicker than Marcus', I
had an easier time with it. That huge mushroom head of Marcus' had given me
some trouble, but Manny's head was actually a bit smaller than the
shaft. The first couple of times it hit the back of my mouth, my gag reflex
kicked in, but I as managed to get it under control I felt him break
through into my throat. It felt odd at first, but each time I went down on
it I forced more into my throat until my chin was resting on his pubes and
my nose was squashed into his balls. With his dick completely buried inside
me I tried swallowing a couple of times, tightening my throat muscle around
it.

Manny pulled himself off my cock and gasped. "Oh shit, that feels fuckin'
fantastic!"

He dove back onto my prick and began sucking furiously. I pulled up almost
completely off his and then went back down on it again. I got into a rhythm
of relaxing my throat as I went down on him and tightening it up as I
pulled off. Once I got into it I allowed myself to concentrate on what he
was doing to me. He hadn't managed to swallow the whole thing but he had
several inches in his throat. He was sucking like a madman with one hand
wrapped around the base of my shaft and the other tugging and squeezing my
balls. As soon as I allowed myself to pay attention to my own dick I began
to feel that familiar churning sensation in my balls. I pulled off him for
a second to warn him I was going to explode. He just kept right on sucking
so I gave in to the urge. I couldn't keep any rhythm going as I sucked him
so I swallowed the whole thing and stayed still as I began to shoot my load
down his throat. Almost as soon I stopped cumming, he exploded into me. The
first shot went right down my throat, but then I pulled back a little so I
could catch the rest in my mouth. I wanted to taste his juice and compare
it to Marcus. He was a bit sweeter tasting, though I couldn't decide if
that was better or worse.

I swiveled around and kissed him, the remains of our cum mixing in our
mouths. I realized that I'd never tasted my own and made a mental note to
try that soon. I licked inside his ear. "You gonna fuck me now?"

"Whoa, give me a few minutes to recover, Jer. I'm not a teenager any more."

"Well, I am and I don't need recovery time. Why don't you just lie there
and rest while I fuck your brains out?"

"Sounds like a plan to me, though I don't think I'll be getting much rest
with that telephone pole up my ass."

So while he lay on his back I pressed his knees up against his chest and
began to loosen his hole with my lubed up fingers. After I was able to work
three of them all the way up inside him without causing him any discomfort,
I rolled a condom onto my dick and pressed the head against his stretched
pucker. I met some resistance at first but I kept up a steady pressure
until my head popped through his ring. He gasped but lifted his ass a
little, forcing more of my shaft into him. I fucked him slow at first while
he got used to my size, but then picked up speed and force with his
encouragement. In no time I was pistoning into him, pounding his ass,
ramming my big cock far up inside him. He was looking up at me but his eyes
were glazed over a bit. I stared back into his black eyes and concentrated
on how his ass was gripping my rod, milking it. After about ten minutes of
forceful fucking I felt another orgasm building within me. I gave one last
hard thrust into him and began shooting my load. Afterwards I leaned in and
kissed him, my softening cock slipping from his hole. We lay together and
cuddled for a few minutes, catching our breath.

"So do I get a turn in that sweet little boy butt of yours now, amigo?"

"Sure thing. How do you want to do it?"

"You're probably gonna think I'm weird, but I've had a fantasy for a while
now."

He got out of bed and pulled me up as well. Then he dragged the weight
bench into the center of the room and had me lie on it face down, my ass at
the very end. He knelt behind me and I felt him take a cheek in each hand
and spread them. Then I felt a wet sensation on my pucker. I turned my head
and saw that his face was buried in my ass. He licked, tongued and nibbled
on me, driving me wild. He loosened me up and had my ass squirming, wanting
to be filled like never before. Soon I was begging him to drill me. It
didn't take a lot to convince him. He rolled a condom over his long brown
rod and lubed it up, then squatted over my ass, aimed his weapon and
pierced me. He stopped with just the head in to give me a chance to get
used to the girth, but then plunged all the way down into me.

I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around the bench under me and held on for
what I guessed was going to be a wild ride. I was right. Once he got going
he was a madman. At first I wasn't sure I would be able to take his
ruthless pounding, but the harder he fucked the more I got into it. He must
have pounded me hard for fifteen minutes before exploding deep inside
me. He collapsed on my back, gasping for air.

After a few minutes we helped each other back into the bed. I cuddled up
next to him with his arms around me.

"Oh man, what a sweet fuck. I've never felt anything like that. You were
just made for sex, baby."

"I've only done it twice. I'm not even sure I'm doing it right."

"Oh, believe me, you're doing it exactly right."

He kissed me softly and hugged me tight. I think we were both asleep in
seconds.

It's a good thing I had set the alarm because there was no way we would
have been up when Gene arrived for Manny at eight. We didn't go to sleep
until nearly four. We got up and showered together, then Manny went
upstairs to get his stuff from his room. He only had a suitcase and a
duffle bag. Gene had a friend who was driving them to Newark Airport so we
loaded the stuff in the back of his SUV. Then we had a very emotional
farewell scene on the sidewalk. A few of the guys from the house had come
out to say goodbye to Manny. Lucille was there as well. Manny worked his
way through the little crowd and then stopped when he got to me.

"You take care of yourself, baby boy. I'm going to miss you so much."

I tried to give him a brave smile. "I'm probably going to miss you more."

He put his arms around me and gave me a hug. "I love you, Jerry," he
whispered into my ear.

I pulled back and gave him a surprised look.

"Don't worry, I'm not goin' all mushy on ya. But I mean that. You're one of
the sweetest guys I've ever known. There's something so special about you."

I couldn't hold back anymore and tears started streaming down my face. "I
love you, too, Manny. You're the best friend I've ever had. I don't know
how I'm gonna get by without you."

He put a hand on my cheek and caressed my face. "You'll do just
fine. You're young and you're a bit naïve, but you're strong, too. You're
gonna make it, you'll see."

"I hope you're right. I'll never have another friend like you, though."

"Maybe not, but you'll make lots of friends. All you've gotta do is give
that adorable little smile and you'll have people falling all over
themselves wanting to help you."

His friends started getting impatient so he let me go.

"I'll call you when I get settled. Don't forget, you're coming to visit
me. I'm not letting you go even though I'm moving away."

I grabbed him again and started sobbing on his shoulder. I couldn't help
it. I didn't want to let him go. He patiently waited until I calmed down
again and then peeled me off of him. He gave me a passionate kiss and got
into the car. I stood and watched as they drove off, not able to go back
into the house until they had disappeared from view.

I went right back to bed after they'd gone and slept until early
afternoon. Then I worked out for a while before going out to eat. When I
got back I called Norman on my new cell phone. I told him all about my
evening out in the club and my night in with Manny. I didn't tell him
everything we did but I did give him enough details to tease him without
putting too much stress on his heart. He was nearly sixty, after all.

Sunday it rained all day so I stayed in, except for meals. I had an
extended workout in the morning and read all afternoon. Before Norman had
left on his trip I'd gone though the bookshelves in his den and picked out
a series of books featuring a gay detective.

I felt a little down, but not too bad. I was used to spending time
alone. Having friends was something new for me, so missing them was also
new. I might have been a little quieter at work during the week, though I
never had a chance to talk much anyway. I wasn't out at work, not because I
was trying to hide being gay, but just because the subject had never come
up. But Betty and Luann knew about my friends Norman and Manny and knew
that one was away and the other had moved, so they understood my mood. I
managed to get through the week without too much trouble. Even my birthday
on Thursday didn't get me down at first.

Since Mom passed away, I'd done the same thing each year on my birthday,
always by myself. Ralph had never even remembered my birthday, so it was up
to me. I went out for the best pizza I could find, and then followed it
with a hot fudge sundae with chocolate ice cream. Not a very healthy meal,
but it was only once a year. I asked at work where I could find these
culinary specialties in Trenton. Betty suggested the Quaker Bridge Mall on
Route 1 a few miles north of the city. Gert told me where I could get a bus
to the mall so I decided to give it a shot. It was getting cooler and I had
to buy a jacket for the fall, so I could kill two birds with one stone.

I skipped my workout on Thursday and took the bus out of the city. I'd
counted my little savings the night before and I had nearly a hundred
dollars. I stopped at the food court first thing when I got to the mall and
found an Italian place that had pizza. I ordered a personal pizza with the
works, everything except anchovies, and did a little people watching while
I ate it. I wandered around for a while afterward, looking in different
stores at all kinds of clothes. It had been a long time since I'd been to a
mall and my wardrobe was so limited that I spent a lot of time looking and
dreaming. I finally decided on a light gray soft leather jacket. Even on
sale it took almost all the money I had, but it was a good coat and would
keep me warm until early winter. Then it was back to the food court for my
ice cream sundae before getting the bus home. All in all it was a pretty
simple seventeenth birthday celebration, but an enjoyable one.

Or so I was able to convince myself on the bus back into the city. But
later, when I was lying in bed, I felt a tightness in my chest and thought
I was going to cry. I was so tired of being alone. I was used to it, and
knew that a lot of the time I liked it, but deep down there was an
emptiness in me that wouldn't go away. I hadn't really let anyone into my
life since Mom died. I wanted to be close to Marcus, but given our
situation it wasn't possible. I'd opened up more with Norman and Manny than
anyone else, but I still held back. I told myself that I was protecting
myself, that if I didn't get too close to someone it wouldn't hurt so much
when they left, but that didn't help when Manny left. Even with that wall
up between me and the rest of the world, I still felt it. What really
scared me though, was the idea that maybe I couldn't get close to anyone;
that I'd built a permanent wall, one that would always keep people at arm's
length. I had been forced to stand on my own and take care of myself for
the past few years. I was proud of the way I'd managed to get by, but what
I really wanted was for someone to love me, to hold me, take care of me,
make everything all right. I didn't want to have to do it all alone, but I
knew that, at least for now, I didn't have much choice. Needless to say, it
took a long time for me to fall asleep.

It also took me forever to wake up Friday morning. I let the water pour
over me in the shower for close to ten minutes before I could open my
eyes. Then I went through the rest of my morning routine in the bathroom,
got dressed and headed for work. I wore my new jacket, eager to show it off
to my coworkers. As I approached the street where the restaurant was I
noticed more people than usual on the sidewalk near the corner. I got
closer and saw a police car blocking off the street. At the corner they
also had the sidewalk roped off. I saw Luann through the crowd and made my
way over to her.

"What's going on? Why aren't you at work?"

"I tried calling you. Didn't you get my voicemail?"

I took the phone out of my pocket and looked at the small screen, noticing
the icon indicating a message. "I must have been in the shower when you
called. What's up?"

"There was a big fire during the night."  She nodded down the block. "I'm
surprised you didn't hear the sirens, with you living so close."

"There are sirens all the time in the city. I don't even hear them
anymore. Was the restaurant damaged?"

"I think so. They haven't let us down there but it looks like the whole
middle of the block was involved. Gert just talked a fire marshal into
letting her get closer on the other side of the street."

Betty joined us as we waited for Gert. Jung was standing by himself in the
crowd, not talking to anyone. Finally we saw Gert coming up the block
toward us. She looked drained. We all gathered around her as she ducked
under the police line.

"It's gone," she sobbed. "Completely gutted. It looks like the fire started
in the fabric shop next door, but everything in the restaurant is
destroyed."

I didn't know what to do or say. Betty hugged Gert and Luann tried to
comfort her. Gert had always been so tough it was shocking to see her fall
apart like this. She pulled herself together after a few minutes.

"Look, guys, I don't know just what we're going to do now. I have to get in
there and see just where I stand. And I'll have to talk to my insurance
agent, lawyer and accountant. But there's no work today obviously, and none
for the near future. I know it's payday and you folks need your money. Meet
me back here at two and I'll see what I can do about that."

We each hugged her but she didn't really seem to be paying attention to
us. When I let go of her I asked her, "Are you gonna be okay, Gert?"

"What choice do I have, Jerry? I have to be okay." She gave me a little
smile. "Don't you worry about me."

Betty and Luann decided to go to the diner down by the highway for coffee
and since I had nothing else to do I went along with them. They both
ordered a full breakfast but I wasn't very hungry so I just ordered an
English muffin with my chocolate milk.

"Gert was really shook up. I've never seen her like this."

"Neither have Betty or I, but you have to understand that the restaurant is
her whole life. She and Frank started it years ago and after he died it was
what kept her going. She's in shock but she's a fighter. She'll be fine."

"So what are we gonna do now?" Now that the shock of finding out about the
fire was wearing off I felt a little bit of panic creeping in.

"Knowing Gert, she'll reopen the place as soon as she can. In the meantime,
we can collect unemployment. Don't worry about it, Jerry. It'll be like a
little paid vacation." Luann didn't seem to be worried.

"Yeah, my family will love having me home in the morning. It may not seem
like much of a vacation to me."

"Do you really think we'll be back at work soon? Gert said the place was
destroyed."

"Well, we'll know more this afternoon. If there's no major damage to the
building it shouldn't take more than a month or two to rebuild the
inside. The insurance will cover everything." Betty's husband worked in
construction and she seemed to know what she was talking about.

"So how does unemployment work? How much do we get?"

"You should get about two-thirds of your weekly pay, but they don't take
out taxes so you may not even notice the difference."

"Well, that doesn't seem to be too bad, Luann." I did some quick figuring
in my head. Since I'd been saving a little each week I should be able to
scrape by with a little less.

"Yeah, like I said, a little paid vacation."

When I left the diner I was feeling a lot better. I mean, I felt terrible
for Gert; this had to be a horrible personal ordeal for her. But I was
relieved that I'd be able to collect enough unemployment to get by on. That
hadn't occurred to me at first. I wasn't looking forward to an extended
period of having nothing to do, however. Betty and Luann might want to
spend time at home with their families, but I knew I'd get bored really
fast alone in my room.

I went back to the room and worked out for a while and then took a nap. I
hadn't had much sleep the night before and after the excitement first thing
in the morning it was catching up to me. When I got up I stopped for a
burger at McDonald's and then went to meet Gert. The street had been
reopened and the crowds were gone. The restaurant and three shops on either
side of it were boarded up. Gert looked more like herself than she had in
the morning, though she looked more tired than usual. She handed me an
envelope with my name on it.

"All of my records, including the checkbook, were in the restaurant, so I'm
paying everyone cash. Full pay, no deductions. I'll figure out what to do
about the taxes later. There's also a letter from my accountant for you to
take to the unemployment office Monday morning."

"Thanks, Gert. How do things look?"

"The interior of the place is a total loss. They'll have to inspect the
building for structural damage. If the building is sound, my insurance will
cover replacing everything. Of course first I have to wait for the landlord
and his insurance to take care of any problems the building might have, so
it could be a while. Don't wait around for me, Jerry. You're a nice boy and
a hard worker, but you should be able to do better than this. If you're
still in the market for a job when I'm ready to reopen, I'll be glad to
take you back, but look around. Try to find a good job."

"Thanks, Gert. You've been good to me and if I'm still looking when you're
ready, I'll come back. I owe you a lot."

"You don't owe me anything. You worked hard for every penny I paid
you. Look out for yourself now."

She surprised me by giving me a hug. She wasn't exactly the classic
stereotype, hard as nails on the outside, heart of gold on the
inside. Sure, she was tough on the outside, but she was pretty tough
underneath as well. But she was fair and treated people well. No matter
what she said, I owed her. She'd given me a job when I desperately needed
one. I knew I'd always remember her.

I divided my time over the weekend between working out, reading and
wandering through the park. I called Norman Saturday afternoon and chatted
a few minutes but didn't tell him about the fire. I knew he'd worry about
me and there was nothing to worry about. Besides, he was a thousand miles
away and there was nothing he could do anyway.

I sat on my rock on the riverbank and did some thinking about where I was
and where I was going. If Gert had been able to reopen in a week or two, I
probably would have just waited. I didn't enjoy spending forty hours a week
standing at a sink and always knew it was a temporary job, but I hadn't
been at it all that long. I decided to take the fire as a sign that it was
time to move on. I could collect unemployment and take my time finding the
right job this time. With my limited experience and education I knew it
still wouldn't be a good job, but just about anything would be better than
scrubbing pots and pans.

Monday morning I was at the unemployment office when they opened, anxious
to get that started so I could focus on job hunting. I filled out the
paperwork and waited for my name to be called for an interview. I lucked
out and got a cute blond clerk in his late twenties. He smiled as I sat
down and looked over my application and the letter that Gert had given
me. His smile turned into a frown as he put the papers down.

"You weren't at this job long enough to qualify for unemployment
benefits. Didn't you work anywhere else before this?"

I had left the section on prior employment blank on purpose. I didn't want
to leave any trail back to Chester. Since I'd had to put my real date of
birth on the application I hoped he'd assume this was my first job. I
didn't realize there was a time limit on qualifying for benefits.

"Um, yeah, but it was part time and in Pennsylvania."

"It doesn't matter. As long as you worked at it over six weeks that's all
you need to qualify." He slid the application across the desk to me and
handed me a pen. "Your benefits will be based on your most recent eight
weeks of earnings anyway."

I filled in the information on the coffee shop in Chester and gave the
paper back. He looked it over, then explained how the whole system worked.

"You're required to look for work every week and report in by phone or in
person, notifying us of where you've applied each week. Calling in is
easier than waiting on line here. Your job search can include mailing or
faxing resumes but you have to go out for some actual interviews as
well. The benefits last for twenty six weeks, so let's hope you find
something by then."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find something pretty quick. I don't like to be out of
work." I hesitated. "Um, so when do I get paid?"

"You'll get a check in the mail every week. I can't say for sure when the
first check will go out. It usually takes two weeks to process the
paperwork, but since your prior employment was out of state it will take
longer to confirm that. I estimate you should have your first check in
three to four weeks."

"Three of four weeks! What am I supposed to do until then?"

"I know, it's tough waiting when you're used to getting paid every week,
but that first check will catch you up and pay you everything you're
due. It's not like you're going to lose out on any time. Your benefits will
start today."

I was barely hearing him at that point. It hadn't occurred to me that I
would have to wait for the checks to start coming. There was no way I could
get through even two weeks without some income. All of my thoughts of
taking my time to find the right job were gone. I was practically back to
where I'd been when I first arrived in town. I needed a job and I needed
one right away.

The clerk gave me a packet of information and I left the office. In the
lobby I stopped to count the money in my pocket. Fortunately, Gert had paid
me the full two hundred forty dollars on Friday. I'd given half to Lucille
for rent and could use the rest for next Friday, but that only left me
nineteen dollars from what was left of my savings after my little birthday
celebration. And that was all I had. If I didn't find a job this week and
start right away, I'd be broke within a week and out on the street a week
from Friday. There was no way I could go back to sleeping in the park. Even
if Lucille let me leave the weights and bench in storage at her place, it
was too cold to be spending the night outdoors. And I'd run out of money
for food long before then anyway. I had no choice. I had to find a job this
week. Something. Anything.