Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 14:14:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coy Boy, Chapter 15

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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 15

When Norman and I got to the homeless shelter he took a large box out of
the trunk of the car.

"What's that?" I asked as he handed it to me.

"You'll see when we get inside. Bring it along."

I followed him into the building, lugging the package with me. After
greeting a few people he led me into what looked like a large supply room
and opened the box. Inside was a mass of red velour and white cotton which,
when he pulled it out, turned out to be a Santa Claus suit.

"Harry used to dress up as Santa for his nieces and nephews when they were
small. After they were grown, he wore the suit for the children here. I
took over the job from him the last couple of years. I picked up an outfit
for you as well if you're not too embarrassed." He took a bag out of the
box and dumped a lot of green material on a table. "How'd you like to be an
elf?"

I picked up a pair of green tights and a jacket that matched. There was
also a long pointed hat and something that looked like a thong of the same
color.

"What's this for?"

"It's to wear under the tights. Boxers or even briefs would bunch up. Do
you think you want to give it a try?"

"What do I have to do?"

"You saw that big chair set up by the tree in the front hall when we came
in. That's for Santa. The kids each get a couple of minutes in my lap
talking to Santa, then you give them a stuffed animal. A local manufacturer
donated them. For some of the kids it's the only present they'll get this
year. Do you want to give it a try?"

"You think I'll look okay in this?"

"It's your size so it should fit. Try it on. I'll look the other way."

He turned around and started getting into his Santa outfit. I quickly
stripped down and put on the thong. The pouch looked positively obscene. I
pulled the tights on over it and it looked somewhat better but the bulge
was still huge.

"I don't think this is gonna go over too well in a family atmosphere."

Norman turned and looked me over. "Damn, you have been working out, haven't
you? You've got quite a little build on you. And little isn't the word for
what you've got stuffed into those tights. Try on the jacket and see if
that helps. I think it comes down over your hips, at least partially."

I put on the jacket and the hat, which flopped to one side.

"Much better. You're pretty much covered now. Just don't raise your arms
over your head or the jacket will go up with them. You look cute. Do you
feel all right about going out there like that?"

"Yeah, I guess it's okay. I do want to help."

Norman put on the white wig, bushy beard and wire-framed glasses and he was
instantly transformed into Santa Claus. I followed him out into the hall
and couldn't believe the change in his personality. He was usually very
quiet and conservative, but once he saw the kids he became jolly
St. Nick. He sat in the big chair and kids seemed to come from all
directions. They sat and knelt on the floor around him and took turns
climbing up onto his lap. The stuffed toys were on a table behind the chair
so I stood next to it and helped the kids pick out what they wanted. The
parents lined up around the outside of the crowd, watching the kids and
smiling.

About halfway through I saw Marcus and his father come into the hall. They
were accompanied by a woman I assumed was his mother and two teenage girls
and a boy who must have been eight or so. The boy joined the crowd of kids
and took his turn on Santa's lap, but when he came over to me for his toy,
his father intervened.

"Those are for the children living here at the shelter, Matthew. You have
your toys at home."

The boy gave the stuffed dog he was holding a longing look but handed it
back to me and nodded his head. He took his father's hand and went back to
join the rest of his family. Marcus gave me a wink when he saw me looking
in his direction. Finally all of the kids had had their turn and Santa got
up from his chair.

"We can change back into our regular clothes before dinner, can't we,
Santa? This was fun but I think I'd feel a little conspicuous serving food
in this outfit."

"Sure, Jerry, why don't you go ahead and change? I want to check out the
dining room and make sure I didn't miss any kids."

I went back to the supply room and was closing the door behind me when it
pushed open and Marcus slipped into the room. He quickly closed the door. I
noticed he was wearing the necklace I'd given him.

"Man, you are one hot elf."

"You think that's hot, watch this." I held my arms out from my side and
then lifted them, pulling the bottom of the jacket up and exposing my
bulging crotch, which was bulging even more now that Marcus was in the
room.

"Oh man, I want the stuffed animal you're hiding in there." he whined,
pointing at my crotch.

"Have you been a good little boy?"

"The best. Can I have it? Please can I have it?"

"You can have it anytime you like, but I don't think this is a good place."

"Yeah, you're right, but I just had to see you in private for a minute." He
came across the room to me and kissed me, cupping my bulge in his right
hand and grabbing my ass in his left. The door made a noise and we jumped
apart and saw Santa standing in the doorway.

"Ho! Ho! Ho?"

"Hey Norman, you remember Marcus."

"I do, but you didn't tell me that he was THAT Marcus."

"We're trying to keep it a secret. He's not out to his family."

"You don't have to worry about me saying anything, but you might want to
lock the door next time."

"Thank you, sir, we will." Marcus gave me a peck on the cheek and left the
room.

As we changed out of our holiday costumes I explained about Marcus being
worried about how his father would handle finding out that he was gay.

"He is a Baptist minister, you know."

"Yes he is, but in addition to that and being a board member here, he's a
state assemblyman who has voted our way on every gay issue. He's a good
man, Jerry. I can't imagine Marcus would have any trouble if he came out."

"He said his father was good politically, but he thinks he'd react
differently on a personal level. I think he feels like he's under a lot of
pressure to be more like his dad. I can't relate to something like that so
I have to take his word for it."

"Well, I suppose he knows his own father. It's too bad he has to hide,
though."

By the time we went out to the dining room, Marcus and his family had
gone. There were plenty of helpers dishing out the food so Norman and I got
on line and got our dinner. I think some of the kids might have recognized
me as the elf but I was sure none of them recognized Santa out of
uniform. Some of the parents stopped by our table to thank us for making
their family's Christmas a little brighter.

When Norman stopped the car at my rooming house I leaned across and gave
him a hug and a kiss. "Thanks, Norman. This was the best Christmas I've had
in years. You made those kids really happy and you made me happy, too."

"We made those kids happy, Jerry. It was a team effort. I enjoyed every
minute of it as well."

Marcus had family obligations the next day so we had agreed to meet at
Buddies in the evening. I worked out and then read most of the day. In late
afternoon my cell phone rang. I assumed it was either Marcus or Manny, so I
answered it without looking at the screen.

"Hey babe, how's it going?"

"Babe? I like the sound of that." The voice sounded only slightly
familiar. I looked at the screen but the name was no longer there.

"Uh, sorry, who is this?"

"I should've known you didn't mean that for me. It's Derek."

"Oh hi, how was your Christmas?"

"Good. I spent the day visiting my ex-wife and daughter in New York."

"Ex-wife? Well, I'll take your word for it that it was good."

"We're quite civil. And it's always great seeing my daughter. How was your
holiday?"

"Really great." I told him about the shelter.

"You're really destroying my image of hustlers, you know. Look, the reason
I called is I was wondering if you had any plans for New Year's Eve. I've
been invited to a party and I find myself without a date. I'd pay for your
time, of course."

I hesitated. He wanted to pay me to go to a party? "Actually, I don't have
any plans yet but I'm probably going to be doing something with my
boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? The hustlers union is going to revoke your membership if you
don't watch out, Coy."

"I told you, I'm not really a hustler. I just do it now and then."

"I know, I'm just teasing you."

"I thought so, but I wasn't sure. Sorry I can't make the party with you."

"That's okay, I can go alone. I enjoyed your company that night a couple of
weeks ago and thought it would be fun to make the other guys drool by
walking in with you on my arm. But I hope whatever you do with your
boyfriend you have a great time. That's how you ought to be spending New
Year's Eve anyhow, having fun, not working."

"Thanks, I hope you enjoy your party."

I hung up the phone and thought about Derek. It had been a totally weird
night with him, so unexpected, but very nice. And very profitable. The sex
had been good too, in spite of the fact that he had to be at least forty. I
wouldn't mind getting to know him better, but I was pretty sure he had
something else in mind.

When I got to Buddies I noticed they had signs everywhere promoting their
New Year's Eve party. It was kind of expensive but the price included
food. Besides, it was a special night. When Marcus got there I asked him if
he'd like to go. He looked a little uncomfortable.

"I'd love to spend the evening with you, but I'm going to a party with some
friends from school. It was all planned before we left for vacation."

"Maybe I could go with you, if there are going to be other kids there."

"Well, it'll probably be a big bash with lots of kids who aren't from
school, but I don't know if it's a good idea for you to go. Everybody's
straight as far as I know."

"I can act straight. I mean, at least I don't have to tell them I'm gay if
you don't want me to." I didn't want to sound like I was pushing, but I
really wanted to be with him.

"It's not that. It's just, I don't know, it would be weird going out with
you and not being able to touch you. It's better if I just go by
myself. Besides, it's on Staten Island so I might end up spending the night
rather than driving all the way home."

We stayed at the bar a couple of hours and danced quite a bit, but I didn't
have a good time. I was disappointed. It's not as though I wanted to go to
a party where I didn't know anyone, but I wanted to be with Marcus. He
would obviously rather do something else, though.

Marcus and I hung out together Monday afternoon, but Tuesday I decided to
take the train to Chester to visit Aunt Aggie. I played the piano for her
but she didn't know me this time. I didn't really expect her to, but I
hoped. She was pleasant enough and we chatted for a while, just small
talk. I hoped that whoever she thought I was or she was, she realized that
someone cared enough to visit her.

On the way home I thought about Marcus and his party and made a decision. I
took out my phone and called Derek.

"Coy boy! What's up?"

"Hey Derek, I was wondering if you were still looking for a date for Friday
night."

"Yes, I am. What happened with the boyfriend?"

"He's going out with his friends from school, so I decided I'd rather not
go."

"His loss is my gain."

We chatted for a minute about his party and I arranged for him to pick me
up at the diner at nine. I wasn't sure I wanted him to know where I
lived. It wasn't that I was afraid of him or anything, but his home was so
beautiful I felt a little embarrassed by the rooming house.

Marcus and I saw each other during the afternoon the rest of the week since
I was working in the evening. New Year's Eve was a sore spot we avoided
mentioning until Friday afternoon as I was walking him to the car so he
could go home to get ready for his party.

"I'm really sorry we're not going to be spending the evening together,
Miah. This party sounded like a good idea at the time and I'm sure I'll
have fun with my friends, but I don't think you'd enjoy it. And I'd want to
kiss you at midnight and we couldn't do that there."

"That's okay, Marcus. It's not like we're engaged or anything. I'm
disappointed but I'll live." I didn't want to let on how disappointed I
really was or he might think I was a sulking kid. "Besides, I'm going to a
party, too."

"You are? When did that come up?"

"Actually, this guy I know asked me before we talked and I turned him down,
but then when you had your own plans I decided I might as well go so I
called him back."

Marcus stopped and looked at me. "So is this guy a friend or is he a date?"

"Well, I don't really know him well but it's definitely a date. I mean,
he's taking me to the party and I'll be with him for the evening."

We continued walking and Marcus didn't say anything else until we got to
his mother's car.

"I know we don't have any claim on each other so I should be glad you're
not going to be sitting home alone tonight. I am, but I'm also a little
jealous. I've got no one but myself to blame, though. Have a good time
tonight, Miah." He smiled but looked a little sad. "But not too good a
time."

"If it helps, remember you were my first choice for tonight." As soon as I
said that I realized he might think that was a bitchy way of reminding him
that I wasn't his first choice. "You have a good time, too, Marcus."

"I'm not sure when I'll be getting back, but I'll call you. Maybe we can
get together on Sunday."

"Okay, you've got my number."

He looked all around and gave me a quick peck on the lips. That was more
than I expected since it was still daylight and we'd already kissed goodbye
in my room. Maybe he was working his way toward coming out.

I showered and got ready for my 'date' with Derek. It was a good thing
Norman had given me clothes for Christmas or I wouldn't have had anything
appropriate to wear. Derek had said casual, but after seeing his house and
the way he dressed I had a feeling he didn't mean jeans and a t-shirt. I
put on the khakis and one of my new shirts and wore my work shoes. I got to
the diner early and had a Coke while I waited. When I saw the Lexus pull up
I ran out and hopped in.

"Hi Derek, right on time. I hope I look okay."

He turned on the light and looked me over. "You'd look more than okay
wearing nothing. Wait, I'd better rephrase that. You look great."

"Thanks, I don't have much of a wardrobe and casual can mean different
things so I wasn't sure." He pulled onto the highway and headed north
toward his house. "Is the party near where you live?"

"No, it's in New Hope but we'll be passing my place." We drove in silence
for a few minutes. "So it sounds to me like this boyfriend of yours is an
idiot."

"What do you mean?" I'd barely mentioned Marcus to him when I called him.

"Well, if I were your boyfriend there's no way I'd leave you alone on New
Year's Eve."

"We're not exactly boyfriends yet, but I'm hoping it's heading that
way. We're just seeing each other when we can and trying to get to know one
another. If he was really my boyfriend I wouldn't be doing this."

"I was wondering about that. Lots of guys have open relationships and I
would assume that the boyfriend of a 'working boy' would have to make
allowances."

"No way. If I were in a relationship, that would be it for me. And like I
told you before, I've got a real job. I only do this when I'm desperate for
money for some reason."

"And you're desperate tonight?"

"No, tonight is really because I didn't want to be alone and you offered me
something to do. I would have gone to the party with you for free."

"Now you tell me. But don't worry, I'll pay you anyway."

"So how come a nice guy like you doesn't have a boyfriend, Derek? You're
good-looking, obviously successful and fun to be with. You shouldn't have
to be paying for dates."

"I only came out a couple of years ago and I guess you could say I'm making
up for lost time. I'm just having fun right now but keeping my eyes
open. I'm generally into younger guys, although you're an extreme. Mostly I
like guys in their twenties. Unfortunately, most of the ones I've met who
are into guys my age are looking for a daddy or a sugar daddy. I've already
got a kid so I'm not looking for another. And if I'm paying I prefer it to
be more of a clear business transaction and not mixed with romance."

"There have got to be guys in their twenties who are looking for romance."

"That's what I keep telling myself. Like I said, I'm not in a hurry because
I'm having fun, but I'm open to something more if it comes along."

I noticed that we'd passed Derek's house and were continuing north,
following the canal and river. In a few minutes we came into a small
town. A sign said City of Lambertville.

"This doesn't look like much of a city."

"It's a tiny city. We're right across the river from New Hope. Don't tell
me you live a dozen miles down river and you've never been here."

"Well, I'm actually from a lot father south and I've only been in Trenton
six months. And I don't drive so I don't get around much outside the city."

"I'll have to bring you up here during the day sometime. Both towns have
lots of restaurants, craft shops, antique stores and art galleries. It's
very gay."

He turned at the light, drove a few blocks through a quaint business
district and then over a long narrow bridge. On the other side of the river
was another quaint small town. We turned and followed that side of the
river north about a mile. The road was narrow and it soon got worse as we
reached a stretch with cars parked along both sides. Derek swung the car
into a gap between two other cars and shut off the engine.

"Looks like we walk the rest of the way. I'm sure we won't be able to park
any closer."

We got out of the car, he put his arm around my waist and we walked along
the side of the road about a hundred yards. Derek and I turned into a long
driveway leading to a huge old house. There were cars parked everywhere.

"This is really a huge party." All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to
it. I wasn't much into parties to begin with and I wasn't going to know
anyone there, but it was a little late to back out.

"Yeah, Don and Glenn know everyone. But don't worry, I'll hang onto
you. I'm not about to lose the hottest guy at the party."

He led me up the front steps and into the house. The place was packed, all
men, mostly in their thirties and forties, a few older, a few younger. I
didn't see anyone anywhere near my age. A lot of guys turned to look at us
as we came though the doorway.

"Coats go upstairs, guys, first door on the right," a man a little older
than Derek said as he closed the door behind us.

"Good to see you, Don. This is Coy."

We shook hands and he looked me over from head to toe. "Where do you find
them, Derek?" To me he said, "You're absolutely adorable.  If Derek doesn't
treat you right, just let me know." He moved on into the crowd and Derek
and I went upstairs and added our coats to the mountain already on the bed.

"You're probably going to get hit on and felt up all night, Coy. Just take
it in stride. Everybody here is pretty harmless, but there's lot of booze
flowing. And guys who know me are probably going to assume you're a
professional. Others might as well just based on the difference in our
ages. Let me know if anyone really bothers you."

It hadn't occurred to me that anyone would think Derek had rented me for
the evening, but it made sense. I thought about that for a few
seconds. There was no one I knew at the party so I guessed I didn't care
what anyone thought. "No problem. I've been groped every time I've been to
Buddies. It's no big deal."

We went back downstairs and began working our way through the crowd. Now
and then Derek introduced me to someone whose name I immediately
forgot. The house itself was incredible. It made Derek's place look like my
old apartment in Chester. I thought if I owned so much expensive stuff I
wouldn't want all those people messing the place up, but Don didn't seem to
mind and most of the guests acted completely unimpressed by the
decor. There was a bar set up in a room near the back of the house and
Derek got us each a glass of white wine. I wasn't crazy about it but that
was probably a good thing. I sipped it very slowly. Fifty guys must have
'accidentally' brushed my ass by the time we made it back to the living
room.

Derek found a couple of guys he seemed to know well and introduced us. They
talked while I scanned the room, looking at all of the other guests. The
music was loud and it was hard to follow the conversation. It was
definitely an older crowd, but then to me everyone was older. I did notice
one guy across the room who looked close to my age. He was Asian and had
thick black hair and dark eyes. He was very good looking and I hadn't been
looking at him more than five seconds when he noticed and his eyes locked
onto mine and he smiled. I smiled back just as Derek absentmindedly ran his
hand up my back and gently rubbed the back of my neck. I turned to him and
kissed him on the cheek. When I looked back at the Asian guy he had an
exaggerated look of disappointment on his face. I laughed and nodded at
him.

We moved on into the den on the other side of the front hall. A TV was on
in there, tuned to one of the network specials. It wasn't anywhere near
time for the countdown so no one was paying attention. When we went back
out into the hall Derek offered to get more wine for us. I could have done
without it but I knew he wanted another glass.

"Why don't I meet you back in the living room, Coy? Are you going to be
okay on your own for a minute?"

"Sure, I can take care of myself."

"Just don't forget who brung ya." He winked at me and headed toward the
back of the house.

I went into the living room and right away noticed the Asian kid. He saw me
at the same time and started across the room toward me. As he got closer I
could see that he wasn't really a kid like me. He was probably in his
mid-twenties. He put his hand on my shoulder as he leaned close to my ear
to be heard over the music.

"I thought I'd never catch you alone. I'm Patrick."

"Coy here," I shouted into his ear. Derek had been introducing me as Coy
all evening so I figured I might as well stick with it.

"Coy? That's unusual."

"It's a family name. And you don't exactly look like a Patrick."

He laughed. "My father's Chinese-American, my mother Irish-American. I'm a
mutt."

"A gorgeous mutt."

"Thanks, you're pretty hot yourself and I'm not usually into younger
guys. Are you from around here?"

"Trenton. You?"

"Philly. I came up with a friend. So what happened to that hot dude you
were with? Is he your boyfriend?"

"Not really. He's just my date tonight. He went to get us more wine."

"Plying you with alcohol, huh? Gotta watch those dirty old men."

"He doesn't have to get me drunk. Like I said, he's my date."

He leaned back and squinted at me for a few seconds, then his eyes widened.

"Omigod! You're a rent-boy!"

I felt like I must have blushed down to my toes. I quickly looked around to
see if anyone had heard him.

"Oh shit! You're blushing! I've fucked up and insulted you. I'm so
sorry. It's just that he's so much older than you and the way you said
'date' it seemed logical to assume. I'm really sorry."

"No, there's nothing to be sorry about." I took a deep breath "You're
right. I'm working tonight."

"Fuck, the hottest guy here and you're a pro."

"Well, it's not like I do this all the time. Just with Derek, actually."

He smiled. "So if I were to ask you out I wouldn't have to pay?"

I felt like teasing him. "That depends."

"Depends? On what?"

"On what else you had to offer." I laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm just
kidding. I'm not really looking for anyone to date right now,
though. There's someone I'm sort of seeing."

"Other than your date tonight?"

"Yeah, someone who I think is pretty special. Besides, you probably
couldn't afford me anyhow," I teased.

"That depends on what you had to offer," he shot back. "Seriously, let me
give you my number and if you're ever in Philly and need an 'escort', call
me." He wrote his name, Patrick Chang, and number on a scrap of paper and I
stuffed it in my wallet.

Just then I saw Derek talking to someone at the back of the room. "My date
is back." I nodded toward him.

Patrick grabbed my hand, half-dragged me out into the hallway and around a
corner. He pulled me into a short but passionate kiss and then released me.

"Okay, I'll let you get back to work." He grinned and headed toward the
den.

I went back into the living room and found Derek. He handed me a glass.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I met a hot guy but I told him I was taken."

"You'd better believe it."

We made another tour of the house and managed to get some champagne just as
the countdown to midnight started. Derek drew me into a long hot kiss and
when we finally surfaced he toasted me and we drank. I liked the champagne
even less than the other wine and only took a sip. A huge spread of food
was put out in the dining room and we each filled a small plate, but it was
a little late for me to feel like eating much. Derek switched from wine to
coffee as we ate. Around one-thirty he started saying his goodbyes to his
friends and we went upstairs to get our coats.

"Did you have a good time, Coy?" Derek asked as we walked back to the car.

"Considering I'm not much of a party person and I didn't know anyone but
you, pretty good. It was fun and definitely very different from what I'm
used to."

"Well, lots of people were pretty impressed with you. If you wanted to go
into business for yourself full-time you could have lots of clients from
this group. Several guys asked me about you."

"And what did you tell them?"

"That you were very selective and that only I met your high standards."

"Good, because I'm not interested in doing this full-time."

We got into the car and started back through town.

"You might want to think about it. I could introduce you to the nicer guys
who were interested. You could make a lot of money, you know."

"What, you're not happy being my john, you want to be my pimp, too?"

"By that I think you're hinting that we drop the subject. Whatever you want
is fine with me. You are spending the night, though, aren't you?"

"Of course. You make a great breakfast."