Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 14:05:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coy Boy, Chapter 19

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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 Nineteen

I was a little down for a few days after breaking up with Patrick. It's not
like I thought we should have kept seeing each other. I agreed that the
relationship didn't seem to have a future and we each just weren't what the
other was looking for. But I still couldn't shake the feeling that somehow
I'd failed. It didn't help that I had so few friends to talk to. I knew I
could talk to Norman, but he didn't have any experience with failed
relationships. He'd only had one relationship and it had lasted decades.

Sunday afternoon I decided to call Manny. He was the only one I could think
of who was close to my age and who might possibly be able to relate.

"Hey bro, good to hear from you. It's been a while."

"Yeah, when I first got my phone and money was short I got into the habit
of being stingy with my phone minutes and now even though I don't have to I
make as few calls as possible. But I didn't mean to lose touch with you,
Manny. You're my friend and I hope we continue to be friends, even though
you're far away."

"I hope so, too. I miss you a lot, little bro. How's everything going? Any
word from the college creep?"

The last time I'd talked to Manny had been just after New Year's and I'd
told him about Marcus' decision to try to be straight.

"No, I don't expect to hear from him, not until summer, anyway."

"Well, good riddance. You need someone who's got his head on straight, not
somebody like that."

"I know, he's just trying to be something he's not. He'll learn."

"So, anybody new on the horizon?"

I told him about Patrick and our brief affair.

"Sounds hot to me. I wouldn't mind having a tight ass to plow on a regular
basis. I may be versatile but I'm more of a top most of the time."

"Yeah, I know. You're good at it, too. I just wish I could find somebody
closer to my age who is more like me. I know so few people, though. Where
am I supposed to meet someone?"

"You could try Buddies, but bars are better for finding tricks than
relationships. It could be a start, though."

"I'm not really into tricking as you know. But you're right, I have to get
out and meet people."

"Maybe I can find someone for you when I get back."

"Back? You're coming home? What happened?"

"I lost my job. Gene's fucking brother found out I was gay and fired
me. He's a real asshole."

"He can't fire you for being gay. That's against the law."

"It is in New Jersey but not in Texas. They can do anything they want to
you down here. Not only are there no laws to protect gay folks down here,
they have laws against us."

"So you're coming back?" I tried not to sound too excited. I knew how he'd
been looking forward to a better life in Texas and he must be feeling
crappy to have it fall apart.

"Yeah, in the spring. Right now I'm working part-time as a bartender to
make ends meet. I figure I might as well stay here where it's warm until
winter ends up there."

"Are you going to get a room in the house here?"

"Probably. I'll get in touch with Lucille when I'm ready to come north and
see what she's got available."

"You can have your weights back when you get here."

"No, they're yours. I gave them to you. But maybe we can work out together
again, if that's okay with you."

"That'd be great. I really miss doing things with you. I'm sorry things
haven't worked out for you but I'm looking forward to getting my best
friend back."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you again too, little buddy. I'll probably
be heading up that way in May."

"Can't be too soon for me."

I felt so much better by the time I got off the phone. I felt bad for Manny
but I knew that coming back here wasn't a terrible thing for him. And it
was a good thing for me. Not only was I getting a friend back but he knew
lots of guys so maybe I could meet someone through him. I might at least
make a few new friends.

Sunday night I had a call from Derek. He'd called once in late February to
ask me to dinner but I told him that I was seeing someone and he
understood.

"Hey Coy, how are things going?"

"Not bad. I broke up with that guy I was going with, but I'm doing okay."

"I'm sorry to hear that, although it may work out good for me. I was
calling to see if maybe you were free to accompany me to a dinner next
Sunday. I knew you were seeing someone but this is just a dinner date,
nothing more, unless you want more, that is."

"Sure, that could be fun. What's it about?"

"It's a fundraiser for the Stonewall Democrats."

"What's that?"

"An organization of gay Democrats. I've acted as a volunteer consultant for
the organization since I moved into the area. The Republican equivalent is
the Log Cabin Republicans."

"I'm not into politics but it's a night out with someone I like, so why
not?"

"Great! I had a date lined up for the dinner but it fell through. I hate
showing up at these things alone and I didn't want to take an Internet
escort to something like this."

"I don't know that I'll be much better. I keep up with the news but I don't
know anything about local politics."

"You don't have to. Just be your charming self and everyone will love
you. Do you have a suit to wear?"

"No, but I have the dress pants, shirt and tie that I wear to work. Is that
going to be a problem? Maybe I could get a sports coat that would match."

"Are you doing anything tomorrow afternoon?  I could take you out
shopping. I'm sure we could find something that would be appropriate."

We made arrangements for him to pick me up at noon to go to the mall for
lunch and shopping. When I got off the phone I checked my savings. I'd used
most of the money Patrick had given me on our first date for commuting to
Philly for our other dates. I'd also spent quite a bit on those dates. But
I still had over four hundred dollars from my January dates with Derek and
what little I'd saved from work. That would be far more than I'd need for a
nice jacket.

I was waiting downstairs when Derek pulled up in the Lexus. I ran out and
hopped in, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"That was pretty platonic, Coy. Does that mean this is just going to be a
dinner date Sunday?"

"No, it means we're on a city street in broad daylight so I thought it
would be inappropriate to greet you with a blow job. We'll have to see how
Sunday goes. Maybe if you're nice to me I'll blow you then."

"Promises, promises. I guess I'll have to be extra nice."

We went to the Olive Garden on Route 1 for lunch and then to the Quaker
Bridge Mall. I was hoping to go to some kind of discount store but Derek
led me to Macy's. When we got to the men's department I looked around for
Clearance signs or something that was on sale.

"I was thinking that you'd look great in a nice suit, Coy."

"Yeah, but suits cost a lot of money and I'd probably never have another
reason to wear it, so it would be a waste."

"Don't worry about the price. I realize that the only reason you're getting
something like this is for Sunday, so I'm paying."

"No way! That's too much."

"I told you not to worry about it. You know money doesn't mean that much to
me. Besides, my date has to dress as well as I do. You're younger and
better looking, but you have to dress the part, too."

"I don't know about better looking. You're a very handsome man, Derek."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear boy."

He called over a salesman, a young guy named Jeffrey according to his name
badge, and explained that we were looking for something classic, yet
youthful. Jeff measured me all over. I was wearing boxers so my dick was
hanging down the left leg of my jeans. Jeff made sure he got a good feel as
he measured my inseam. He brushed his hand against it a few times and by
the time he was done I was half hard and the bulge down the inside of my
thigh was obvious. Derek grinned at me.

"Can't take that weapon of yours anywhere, can we?" he whispered, just loud
enough for the salesman to hear. I blushed as Jeff grinned.

I had no experience with suits and no taste for them, so Derek and Jeff
went through the racks, discussing the suits and picking one out and
setting it aside now and then. After nearly half an hour they had five for
me to try on. They both escorted me into the dressing room but let me go
into a booth alone. I took off my pants and tried on the first suit. I
thought it looked weird with the shirt I was wearing, but I went out to get
their opinion. They had me turn this way and that and they poked and
prodded me, feeling the fit of the pants in the waist, the seat and even
the crotch. I knew they were touching me a lot more than they had to but it
was kind of fun. We went through the same thing with the other four suits.

Derek finally decided on a dark blue, almost black suit. In the dressing
booth I checked the price tag. It was over four hundred dollars. I pulled
him aside.

"Are you sure, Derek? This is really expensive. I don't need something like
this."

"It's fine, babe. You look great in it. That's all that matters."

We waited for a few minutes while Jeff called a tailor to go over the suit
for minor alterations. Derek picked out a dress shirt and tie to go with
the suit. The suit would be ready Friday so Derek said we'd come back for
it then.

"I'm going to make an appointment with my hair stylist for you on Friday as
well."

"Is there something wrong with my hair?"

"No, for a barber shop cut it looks good on you, but this is a semi-formal
event. A professional styling wouldn't hurt."

I half-expected Derek to take me back to his house for sex, considering
he'd just spent more than twice what he usually did on a date with me, but
he took he back to my rooming house and dropped me off after arranging to
pick me on at noon on Friday. I couldn't quite figure out this
relationship. I had thought it was probably the simplest one I had, based
pretty much on money. He'd give me two hundred bucks and we'd go out and
then had sex. Very simple and straightforward. When I'd offered to stop
charging, he had resisted, saying that the fee was what kept it a business
relationship and easy to understand. But for a business relationship it was
getting strange.

Things got more complicated that night at Norman's house. When I first got
there I told him about breaking up with Patrick. By that point I was
feeling better about it so I didn't make a big deal of it. Norman was
sympathetic but I think he had been expecting it. I'd been pretty honest
with him about my reservations about Patrick. Then, during dinner I asked
if he knew anything about the Stonewall Democrats. He said that not only
had he heard of the organization, he knew several members and was going to
be attending their annual dinner on Sunday. I didn't know what to do. If he
went he was going to meet Derek and would see how old he was. That would
lead to all kinds of questions I wasn't sure I wanted to answer. For a
second I thought of backing out on my date, but then I thought of all the
money Derek had spent on me at the mall and knew I had to go through with
it. There was nothing I could do but act as naturally as possible.

"Really? Derek and I are going to the dinner also. He called and invited me
yesterday."

"Well, you certainly didn't waste any time getting out again. But I think
it's good, Jerry. I know your relationship with Derek was pretty casual and
may not be going anywhere either, but it will do you good to get out and
meet people. You spend too much time working, studying and being alone. At
your age you should be having lots of fun."

"I have fun but I know what you mean. I'm a bit of a loner at times. I'm
looking forward to Sunday as a chance to meet local gay people. Derek only
asked me because he got stood up and needed a last minute date. It's
nothing serious with him."

"It's going to be a pretty fancy affair, Jerry. Do you have the right
clothes to wear?"

"Um, yeah, Derek took me out to the mall today and I did some shopping. I
should be fine."

"Well, if you need any help let me know. I know your wardrobe was pretty
limited and your finances have been tight."

"Actually, I've been doing lots better since the holidays, but thanks for
the offer. I probably don't tell you often enough, but I really appreciate
everything you do for me."

On Friday, Derek picked me up at noon again and took me for my hair
appointment. The guy wanted to cut my hair short but I insisted I liked it
a little long, so he gave in and cut it a lot like the way I usually had it
but he did a much better job. Then he used mousse or something on it and
styled it with the blow dryer. I had to admit it looked fantastic. Derek
raved about it over lunch.

"Unfortunately, it's not going to look anywhere near this good Sunday,
Derek. I never use anything on my hair and I don't have a blow dryer, so it
will probably look like my old hair by then."

"I'll tell you what. The cocktail hour starts at five on Sunday. I'll pick
you up at three and bring you back to my place and you can get ready
there. You can have the use of a private bathroom and my hair dryer. In
fact, I watched the way he did your hair just now and I could probably do
it for you if you like."

"Yeah, and you wouldn't have any ulterior motive in getting me back to your
house and naked, would you?"

"Well, maybe. If you're nervous about the party I might be able to find a
way to relax you."

"In that case, you'd better pick me up at two."

He did pick me up at two and when we got to his house he made love to
me. That's an odd way of looking at it, considering that all of our sex had
been for money, but that's always what it felt like with him. He was a
total top when it came to fucking, although he was very reciprocal in
everything else. He was definitely in charge in bed, as he was out of bed,
but he wasn't selfish or demanding. He was gentle and considerate, but very
passionate. It was always a hot sexual experience with him although it was
so much more than that.

Afterward, we showered together, he fixed my hair and we got dressed for
the dinner. He looked awesome in his suit, so hot and so handsome. I felt
like I was going to look like a little kid next to him, but once we were
dressed he stood me in front of a full-length mirror and I was stunned. I
didn't know if it was the hair or the suit, but I finally looked like an
adult. A young adult to be sure, but grown up, nevertheless. And
good-looking, too. I'd never been crazy about my looks, thinking I was cute
at best, but the overall package impressed me. When Derek stood next to me,
I grinned.

"We're gonna have all them queens drooling all night, Derek."

"Yeah, and not all of the drooling will be from the mouth. We make a
hot-looking duo, if I do say so myself."

In the car on the way to the Marriott in Trenton I asked Derek the question
that had been bothering me all week.

"Why are you doing all of this for me? I know you needed a date for
tonight, but a guy like you shouldn't have any trouble finding a date. Why
are you spending so much attention and money on me?"

"Very simply, because I like you. I like you a lot, Coy. I've been with a
number of young guys in the past couple of years. Whether they were
hustlers or just young guys who were into older, well-off, powerful men,
they all came across as a bit cold and calculating, some needy and some
greedy. As you can see, I don't mind spending money on someone when I want
to. I just don't like it that so many guys I've met expect me to. You've
never expected or demanded anything from me. You are a genuinely sweet
person and spending time with you is a pleasure."

"I thought you said the reason you paid me was so we could keep this
relationship on a business level."

"That's right. You are way too young for a guy my age and I'm far too old
for you. Any other kind of relationship would be a disaster, but that
doesn't mean I couldn't fall for you if I let myself. So as long as I'm
paying you, it's business."

"I guess I can understand that. The guy I was just dating was only eight
years older than me, but the difference got in the way. I think at your age
eight or even ten years doesn't make that much difference, but to me it's
huge."

"Maybe it's because as one gets older each year is a smaller percentage of
one's life, so one year doesn't mean as much. Anyway, I'll continue to
enjoy your company and pay you for your time, if that's all right with
you."

"Yeah, it's fine, as long as I'm not seeing someone seriously. I'm still
not totally comfortable taking money from you, but I understand it and I
know you can afford it, so it's okay I guess. Oh, and speaking of money, my
friend Norman is going to be at the dinner tonight so I'd appreciate it if
you didn't mention our business arrangement to anyone."

"Don't worry about that. I think when people see a hot young man like you
with an middle-aged guy like me, they may assume things, but I'm not about
to broadcast my personal business."

I was still a little nervous about my two older friends meeting. We got to
the hotel about ten after five and quite a few people were there
already. Derek went to the bar and came back with two glasses of wine,
white for him and pinkish for me. White merlot, he called it. I took a
sip. It wasn't bad, though I still had no appreciation for wine. My first
surprise of the evening was running into Kate and Dora.

"Jerry! You didn't say you were going to be here. Man, you look great!"

"Thanks, so do you two." Kate always looked elegant in her position of
hostess at Minho, but Dora was usually a mess in the kitchen. She cleaned
up really well, though, and looked as good as Kate. I introduced them to
Derek.

"You've been to the restaurant, haven't you?" Kate was very good at
remembering customers.

"Yes, a few times. I love Portuguese food in general and your food in
particular."

Just then a couple of guys who obviously knew Derek walked up and broke
into our little group. Derek turned to greet them and Kate pulled me aside.

"What's this all about? Didn't you just break up with that guy in Philly a
few days ago? And isn't this one a little old for you?"

"Long story. I'll explain later."

The ladies noticed a friend across the room and excused themselves just as
Derek's friends moved on.

"Sorry, Coy, that will probably happen all night. A party like this is as
much business as pleasure for me. I have a lot of connections. I'll try to
be more polite and introduce you next time."

"That's okay. I know politics is what you do for a living."

"So ... Jerry?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Just one of my aliases. I have multiple personalities, you know."

"Are they all as sweet as Coy?"

"Even sweeter," I smiled.

For the next twenty minutes I was introduced to a series of Derek's
political acquaintances. Some paid no attention to me as they spoke
urgently to Derek of issues and events I knew nothing about. Some couldn't
take their eyes off me as they spoke to him. Derek had just gotten us
refills of our wine when I finally saw Norman coming across the room. I
introduced him to Derek. Norman looked a bit alarmed when he looked at
Derek, but no more than when he saw the wineglass in my hand. Derek went
out of his way to be polite, knowing that Norman was my good friend.

"It's so nice to meet you, Norman. Coy has told me all about you. He
clearly adores you."

"Coy?" He looked at me and shook his head. "Jerry has told me quite a bit
about you as well, but not everything, apparently."

Someone grabbed Derek's arm to say hello and Norman turned to me. "What's
going on here, Jerry? You didn't tell me he was twice your age," he
whispered.

"We'll talk later, Norman, please," I responded, hoping he wouldn't make a
big deal of it.

Just then I lucked out when I saw Mr. Cutter and his friend Janet coming
toward us. Unlike when I'd seen him at The Raven, this time I flagged him
down. I introduced everyone all around, realizing as I started that I
didn't know Mr. Cutter's first name. It turned out to be Jack. Fortunately,
the opportunity for Norman to interrogate Jack about cramming all of
American history into 16 weeks took precedence over his concern about
Derek's age, and Derek and I were able to slip away as they began
discussing teaching philosophies.

The cocktail hour was nearly over when Derek put his hand on my elbow.

"The guest of honor is here. Come along and I'll introduce you."

We squeezed through the crowd until we came face to face with
Rev. Williams, Marcus' father.

"Coy, this is State Assemblyman Malcolm Williams, one of our most loyal
supporters in the state legislature. He's being given an award
tonight. Malcolm, this is my friend, Coy Walton." I hadn't ever told Derek
my last name but I had to give it at Macy's when we'd bought the suit on
Monday.

"Coy? I thought your name was Jerry."

"It's both, actually. Nicknames, you know."

"You two know each other?" Derek seemed surprised.

"Yes, Derek. I met Jerry last Thanksgiving when he volunteered at our
shelter, and then again at Christmas. He's a regular volunteer now from
what I've heard."

Derek smiled at me. "There's more to you than meets the eye, but then I
guess I knew that." He turned to the minister. "Is your charming wife with
you tonight?"

"No, one of our daughters was running a fever so she stayed home with
her. I brought my son with me instead." He turned and pointed across the
room.

There was Marcus talking to a middle-aged woman. He looked our way at just
that moment and his mouth fell open when he saw me. He made no move toward
us but kept talking to the woman while staring at me. I felt a knot in my
stomach. While I had pushed Marcus into the back of my mind since
Christmas, I hadn't succeeded in forgetting about him completely. Now that
he was twenty feet away, all of the old feelings came rushing back.

An announcement was made that dinner would be served as soon as everyone
had taken their seats in the next room, so we all started moving in that
direction. I kept my eye on Marcus. Since Derek and Rev. Williams were both
VIPs, we'd been assigned to the same table near the front of the room. At
least Norman wasn't sitting with us. I looked around and saw him at a table
with Kate, Dora, Jack and Janet.

As we sat, Rev. Williams made the introductions.

"Marcus, this is Derek Sloan and his friend Jerry Walton. You've heard me
speak of Derek and his work. And you might remember Jerry from the shelter
last Thanksgiving."

Derek and Rev. Williams sat next to each other and began discussing the
upcoming political season. Marcus and I took seats next to each other and
sat in silence, unsure what we could say to one another in that
setting. Derek turned to me almost at once.

"I'm sorry, Coy, This must be so boring for you."

"I told you before it's okay. Don't worry about it. I'll try to listen and
learn." He gave my hand a squeeze and returned to his conversation.

When I looked at Marcus he was staring at my hand. "Coy? Jerry? Miah?" He
whispered so low I could barely hear him but I could sense the tension in
his voice. "What the fuck is going on? What are you doing here with him?"

"It's a long story," I whispered back. I cleared my throat and spoke
up. "So, Marcus, I hear you're in college. Do you go to a local school?"

"Um, no. I go to school in Connecticut, but I'm home for spring break."

"You could have called," I whispered again. "What year are you?" I said out
loud.

"I'm a sophomore. How about you? Are you in school?"

"I'm taking a couple of courses at county college."

And so it went until dinner was served and we were able to eat in
silence. As soon as we'd finished dessert and the speeches were about to
start I excused myself to go to the men's room. I hadn't been standing at
the urinal ten seconds when Marcus walked in. He looked around, including
under the doors of the stalls to make sure we were alone.

"What are you doing here with that Sloan guy? Do you have any idea the kind
of reputation he has? Not to mention he's old enough to be your father." He
stood at the urinal next to me and took out his dick. I looked down without
thinking and immediately began to get hard.

"I don't think it's any of your business what I'm doing here with
Derek. You don't know him, I do." I was struggling to keep calm and not
piss all over myself. "Your father is here tonight getting an award from a
gay political organization. How can you think he wouldn't accept that
you're gay?"

"You don't understand. Before I come out, I just have to try this. I told
you that."

"So how's the experiment with the girlfriend going?"

"I don't know. I'm still trying."

"What do you want me to say, Marcus? That I'm sorry? That I'm happy?" I
zipped up, flushed and stepped away from the urinal.

"Look, Miah, I know I'm not being fair to you. We've been over all
that. But you must know how much I care for you. That day I first saw you
on the train I thought you were the most beautiful guy I'd ever set eyes
on. And every time I saw you after that I thought you were even more
beautiful. But today, damn, you just blew me away." He shook off the last
few drops, put his dick away and flushed.

He stepped toward me, drew me into his arms and kissed me, and again it was
just like that first kiss at the train station. Damn, how could just the
touch of his lips do that to me every time? There was a sound at the door
and he pushed me quickly into a stall, closing the door behind us just as
someone came into the restroom. He pushed me back against the inside of the
door and kissed me again. A minute later I heard a urinal flush and then
water running in the sink. As whoever was out there dried his hands, he
spoke.

"This isn't the time or place for that, girls. Save it for later." The door
opened and closed, leaving us alone again.

"So what are we going to do?" I looked into his beautiful dark eyes.

"I know you don't understand what I'm doing and maybe I don't either,
Miah. It's just that I love my parents so much and before I come out to
them, before I take a chance on hurting them or, God forbid, losing them, I
have to be sure. It's not something I can take back once I've said it."

"What I can't understand is how you're not sure. I mean, this says a lot to
me." I reached down and grabbed his hard dick through his pants. "I know
what you do to me and I see what I do to you, so how can you doubt that?"

"I don't doubt my feelings for you at all, Miah. Physical and emotional
feelings. That's what makes this all so hard and so urgent. I have to be
sure I can't feel that way about a girl, and I have to know soon. I know
I'm fucking with your mind and your heart and that kills me, but if you can
just hang on a little while longer, I promise I'll make a decision by the
end of the semester. As soon as I know, you'll know. Can you wait for me?"

The door opened again and two guys came in. We stood in silence and I
thought while they took care of their business. I understood and I
didn't. I understood that he was confused and having a hard time making up
his mind. I understood that he was afraid his parents would react
badly. But I didn't understand why. He'd always acted so cocky and sure of
himself when we'd been together, but in this case he was almost a basket
case. I realized there was nothing I could do to help him, to push him one
way or the other. This was something he was going to have to come to terms
with himself. The door opened and closed again.

"No, Marcus, I can't wait. I'm not saying it's over between us
forever. Chances are lightning isn't going to strike twice and I won't run
into someone in the next two months who will make me feel the way you do,
but I'm not putting my life on hold for you. I'm going to do what I want to
do, and if that includes going out with Derek, I will. If I happen to still
be single when you make up your mind, we'll talk then."

"I guess I don't deserve any more than that, Miah. I'm sorry I'm putting
you through this."

"I don't want to put any pressure on you one way or the other, but keep in
mind that the longer this goes on the less favorably I feel about you." I
kissed him lightly on the lips and left the stall. I quickly washed my
hands and went back to the main room, slipping into my seat next to Derek
just as they were introducing Rev. Williams.

Derek leaned over and whispered, "Where have you been? Blowing the
preacher's kid in the bathroom?"

My throat tightened but I saw from the smile on his face he was
kidding. Marcus came back and sat down a few seconds later. We didn't speak
again. I tried to concentrate on the speeches. I wasn't much into politics
but it was an excuse to ignore Marcus. They talked about the state's law
against discrimination, which Manny could have used in Texas, and how they
were trying to add transgendered protection to it. The other big issue they
talked about was marriage. That I could get into. I knew if I ever really
fell in love I would want to get married.

After the speeches wound down a DJ came on to play music for
dancing. Marcus and his father left shortly after that and I could relax
again. Not completely, though, because I still had to avoid Norman. I
didn't want to get into any kind of heavy discussion with him. I'd had
enough of that with Marcus. I kept an eye out and soon realized that I
didn't have to worry about Norman. Every time I saw him he was deep in
conversation with Mr. Cutter and Janet. Derek got us each another glass of
wine and we circulated. I was feeling a little tipsy so I held onto his arm
most of the time. At one point the DJ played a slow song and Derek led me
out onto the dance floor, took me in his arms and we swayed to the
music. I'd never slow-danced with a guy before and it felt good. A little
weird, but good. Of course by the time the song ended I had a major woodie
that was obvious to anyone who looked at my crotch, but there was nothing I
could do about that. Fortunately, only the men were looking at my crotch.

It was still early when we left. The whole event had been scheduled early
because a lot of people had traveled far to get there and most everyone had
work the next morning. As we buckled ourselves into the Lexus Derek turned
to me.

"Where would you like to go now, Coy? I'd love to have you come back to my
place and spend the night, but I'll take you home if you want. It's up to
you."

I didn't even have to think about it. "Your place, I think. Your bed is so
much more comfortable than mine."


To be continued.