Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2006 03:50:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coy Boy, Chapter 32

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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 Thirty-Two

The next morning I awoke in almost exactly the same position, cuddled up
against Marcus' left side, my head on his chest, an arm draped over him and
my left leg wrapped around his. And of course my morning woodie was pressed
against his hip. It all felt so right, so perfect I didn't want to ever get
up. I lightly rubbed my face against his skin, enjoying the warmth and
texture.

"G'mornin', Miah, sleep well?" His voice was no more than a whisper but it
rumbled and vibrated my head.

"I slept great. I hope I didn't interfere with your sleep, keeping you
pinned down like this." I lifted my head and looked up into his eyes.

"I could be pinned down like this for the rest of my life and I wouldn't
mind. Except I've got to get up for a minute before my bladder explodes."

I realized I was feeling a bit of pressure in that area as well so I rolled
off him and let him up. As he sat up I couldn't take my eyes off his smooth
brown body, looking so much darker than usual against the white sheets. I
got up and followed him into the bathroom.

"I've gotta go, too. I hope you're not pee-shy."

"In case you forgot, you're the shy one, Miah."

We stood side by side over the bowl and drained our bladders. It took me a
minute to get started, partly because I had a harder than usual stiffie,
partly because Marcus was right; I was a little pee-shy. As I finished up
he grabbed the little bottle of mouthwash the hotel had thoughtfully left
for us, twisted off the cap and took a swig. He handed it to me and I did
the same. Then we were finally able to embrace and share a morning
kiss. Marcus led me back to the bed where I returned his favor of the night
before and made love to him.

We were dressed and ready to go when Chipper knocked on the door just
before nine. He took us to Denny's as promised where he and Marcus pigged
out on their Grand Slam breakfasts. I was a little nervous about the
upcoming day and didn't have much of an appetite. I only ordered scrambled
eggs and bacon and ended up pushing the eggs around the plate for the most
part while the guys scarfed down their food as they talked a mile a minute,
getting to know each other a bit.

Chipper and Marcus continued talking all the way to the dealership, while I
sat quietly immersed in my thoughts. I was excited about the car, of
course. I'd never even dared to dream of owning a car so soon, especially
such a hot one. But I was concerned about meeting my grandparents again as
well. While I didn't dislike them as I had earlier, I hadn't exactly warmed
up to them at Aunt Aggie's funeral. And then there was more family to meet
- my mother's sister, her husband and their kids.

I was looking all over for a dark red Mustang convertible as we pulled into
the lot. I couldn't hide my disappointment at not seeing it.

"It's probably in the service department, Co-, er, Jerry. You know they're
going to make sure everything's ready to go with it."

"I suppose. Let's go find my grandfather."

The three of us walked into the showroom and a chunky middle-aged man in a
suit came toward us.

"Good morning, boys, what can I do for you today?"

"I'd like to see Mr. Walton, please. I'm here to pick up my Mustang."

He looked puzzled. "I'm sorry, if you bought a car from us you should see
the salesman you dealt with, not Mr. Walton, but I wasn't aware of any sale
we were completing this morning."

"No, I didn't buy the car. I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." I was
a little nervous and getting everything backwards. "I'm Jeremiah
Walton. Mr. Walton's my grandfather so I don't have to buy a car here to
get one."

He smiled a little condescendingly. "Now I don't know what you're trying to
put over but I know Mr. Walton's three grandchildren and you're definitely
not one of them."

"What's going on here, Jim?" Another middle-aged man in a suit approached
us and smiled.

"These boys are running some kind of scam, maybe a fraternity prank of some
kind. This one says he's the boss's grandson and he's here for a free car."
He pointed at me. "He's sure as heck not one of your kids."

"No he's not, but the old man's expecting him anyhow." He turned to me and
smiled. "You must be Jeremiah. I'm Peter Atkins."

"Yes, I'm Jeremiah. I'm glad someone was expecting me. I didn't see the car
out front and then this guy didn't know who I was, not that I made it very
clear, so I was getting a little worried. Nice to meet you, Mr. Atkins." I
shook the hand he held out to me.

"It's Uncle Pete, to you. My wife Kathy was your mother's sister."

"You mean he really is the boss's grandkid? I never heard anything about
there being another one."

"Yeah, Jim, not only is he family but he owns half this place, so he's your
boss as well. Better be nicer to strangers who come in the door from now
on. You never know who they might be."

'Uncle Pete' put his arm around my shoulder and led me toward the offices
behind the showroom. Marcus and Chipper trailed along. My grandfather got
up from his desk as we walked into his office. He was dressed in a dark
suit like the one he had on at the funeral and looked every bit as stiff
and serious as he had then.

"Jeremiah! It's good to see you got in all right." I sensed a bit of a
rebuke in his voice.

"Yeah, the trip went okay but by the time we got to the hotel it was after
ten so I thought that was too late to call. I suppose I should have called
this morning but I knew we were coming here right after breakfast."

"Who are your friends?" My grandfather was eying Chipper more that
Marcus. He had said he knew my father so he must have caught the family
resemblance.

"This is my friend, Marcus Williams. I told you about him on the phone. And
this is my brother, Chipper Johnson. I think you know his family."

"Yes, I do. We do quite a bit of business with their bank." He gave me a
curious look and I realized that I hadn't told him I'd met Chipper or my
father. Not that there had been much opportunity. Patrick had made all the
arrangements for the car and I'd only called once to confirm my travel
plans. It had been a short conversation as my grandfather wasn't the
easiest man to talk to. "Well, I suppose you're eager to see your car."

"That's why I'm here." Oops, as soon as I said that I realized it was
rude. It wasn't totally true either. Sure, the whole point of the trip was
to pick up the car, but I really wanted to try to get to know both of my
families as well.

My grandfather didn't seem to take offense at my comment and led us all
down a hall to the service department. As soon as we stepped into the
cavernous room I spotted a red convertible parked in a service bay next to
the garage door. My uncle made a bit of a show, sweeping his arm in the
direction of the car. I raced over to it with the guys close on my
heels. For the next fifteen minutes my grandfather and uncle went over the
car with us, showing us every detail, explaining how everything worked. I
knew I'd never remember it all but Marcus was paying as much attention as I
was so between us we wouldn't have a problem. Besides, basically it was
just a car. How hard to understand is that? It had leather interior, which
I hadn't asked for but loved, and an even better sound system than I'd
wanted, so I was happy. Uncle Pete put the top down and showed us how the
cover went on.

"I'll bet you're tired of the lesson and just want to get behind the wheel
and drive."

"You're right, Mr., er, Uncle Pete. I didn't want to be rude but I'm dying
to try it out."

"Then by all means, take her away, Jeremiah. Your uncle and I have a
business to run, anyway. We'll see you for dinner at the house at six?"

"Oh yes, we'll be there."

"All three of you?" My grandfather was looking at Chipper again.

"No, just Marcus and me. I knew you weren't expecting Chipper and I'm sure
he has other plans anyway."

"You have the directions?"

"Yes, I showed them to Chipper and he knows where it is. He said he'd show
me while we were out driving today so I shouldn't have any problems finding
the house."

"Then enjoy your day. I FedEx'd the paperwork for the car to your attorney,
but here's the registration, insurance card and a copy of the title." He
handed me an envelope.

"Thanks, Grandfather. The car is a beauty. Thank you so much."

"Nothing to thank me for, son. You paid for it out of your share of the
profits."

I noticed Uncle Pete frown at that and wondered if maybe he resented that I
was half-owner of the business. Grandfather turned and walked back toward
his office. Uncle Pete opened the garage door as I got behind the
wheel. Marcus sat next to me and Chipper jumped into the back. Uncle Pete
smiled and waved as I very carefully steered the car out into the parking
lot. Whatever had been bothering him had passed. Chipper told me to turn
onto the highway heading away from the city and I drove for over an hour,
following his directions through the countryside. I finally gave in to
their begging and let both Marcus and Chipper take a turn driving.

I was behind the wheel again when our stomachs told us it was past time for
lunch. Chipper directed me back into town. I was a little more nervous
driving in city traffic, but I knew I had to get used to it. After all, I
lived in a city and that's where most of my driving would be. We went all
the way into downtown and Chipper had me park in a lot near the visitor's
center at an area called Riverwalk.

"Lunch is on me, guys. This is one of my favorite places." Chipper led us
into a quaint Irish pub. The hostess was leading us to a table when we both
noticed our father at the same time, sitting with a good-looking woman at a
table across the room. Chipper tapped the hostess on the shoulder and told
her we'd get back to her, then led us over.

"Mom! What are you doing downtown?"

"I'm allowed to have lunch with my husband now and then, aren't I?" She
smiled warmly and looked at Marcus and me, her eyes narrowing a bit as they
lingered on me. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends, although
I suppose there's no doubt who this one is?"

"Yeah, we can't hide that, can we?" Chipper laughed. "This is the infamous
Jeremiah Walton, whom you've heard so much about lately. And his friend,
Marcus Williams."

"I'm please to meet you both. And I'm not just being polite. I really am
glad to finally meet you. I've been dying of curiosity and I was afraid I'd
miss out on meeting you."

I must have looked somewhat the way I felt, which was petrified. While I
knew that Marcus and I were going to get together with my father while we
were in town, I hadn't expected to meet his wife. She was the one person in
Augusta who had the most right to resent not only my presence in town, but
my entire existence as well.

"We just ordered drinks, boys, and have barely looked at our menus. Why
don't we see if we can switch to a larger table and then we can all eat
together?" I couldn't believe my father would make such suggestion. How was
I going to eat when I couldn't swallow?

"Don't look so scared, Jerry. I told you before, my mom's not mad at you."

"That's right, Jerry. I knew about Robby's affair with your mother years
ago, and while it took some time I understood and forgave. And Robby was
just as shocked as I was to find out about you, so we've managed to adjust
to that together."

My father got the hostess's attention and in no time we were all seated at
a larger table. In spite of my initial misgivings, lunch turned out to be a
pleasant meal. Mrs. Johnson (she wanted me to call her Carolyn but I wasn't
quite comfortable with that) was a warm and friendly person, full of
laughter, and made us all feel at ease. She actually reminded me a bit of
Mom.  By the end of the meal we had all agreed to have dinner the next
night at the Johnson's house. Chipper and I had originally planned on a
dinner out with our father, thinking that would be less awkward, but there
didn't seem to be any need for that now.

After lunch, Chipper gave us a guided tour of the city, making sure to show
us where my grandparent's house was and how to get to it from the
hotel. Toward the end of the afternoon, we stopped back at the dealership
so he could pick up his car, but we didn't go in. Chipper had to work the
next day but he'd showed us lots of places to go and things to do to keep
busy.

"I'm sure you guys won't be bored. And I know you'll find some indoor
activities to your liking as well."

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Chipper."

"Don't play coy with me, Jerry, even if it is your name. We all know you
better than that."

He hugged us both and left. I managed to find our way back to the hotel,
where Marcus and I had time for a nap before we had to get ready for
dinner. We did take a few minutes to tire ourselves out a little more
first, though.

My grandfather had said the dinner would be casual, which was a good thing
since we hadn't brought anything special to wear. We both wore polo shirts
and khakis. We also made sure that we were out of the hotel in plenty of
time to get to the house before six. I had the feeling that my grandfather
was a stickler for punctuality, among other things.

I parked the car on the street in front of a huge old house that could have
been right out of Gone With The Wind. After double-checking to make sure
the car was locked and the alarm set, Marcus and I walked up the sidewalk
toward the front door.

"I know you keep saying you're not rich, but look at this place, babe. If
you and your grandfather each own half the business and he lives like this,
you've got to have big bucks in that trust fund."

"I don't think so. Patrick says that Aunt Aggie had an arrangement with
him. Since he ran the business, he got a big salary for doing that. Then
they split what was left after that. We have the same arrangement. I think
he probably lives this way based on his salary, not his share of the
profits."

We hesitated on the porch and looked around. The wraparound porch had
flower gardens all along it, but also had planters and hanging baskets with
flowers. There were chairs and tables and a classic old porch swing. It was
just amazing. I took a deep breath and rang the bell. In seconds the door
was opened by an elderly black man in a suit. I felt a mixture of relief
that Marcus wouldn't be the only black person there and nervousness that we
were underdressed.

"Hi, I'm Jeremiah Walton and this is Marcus Williams." I held out my hand
but he didn't offer to shake it. He just nodded.

"You're expected. Please follow me." He turned sharply and led the way
across a large front hall to an open doorway where he stepped to one
side. "Mr. Jeremiah Walton, Mr. Marcus Williams," he announced. I realized
at that point that he wasn't one of the guests, that apparently he worked
for my grandparents.

My grandfather got up and nodded to him. "Thank you, Sam." The man turned
and was gone in two seconds. I took a look around the room as my
grandfather approached us. It was a large formal living room with a couple
of small couches and several chairs. My grandmother was sitting on one
couch with a much younger woman. There were two teenage girls on the other
couch facing them. Uncle Pete was standing in front of a fireplace and a
boy about twelve was sitting on a chair next to the one my grandfather had
just vacated. Everyone was better dressed than Marcus and I, but not as
formal as the man called Sam.

"Jeremiah, Marcus, nice of you to be so prompt." My grandfather shook both
our hands and seemed looser than any time I'd seen him before, which still
wasn't saying much. "Would you like some iced tea?"

I looked around and saw two glasses on the coffee table in front of my
grandmother and the other woman but no one else seemed to be drinking
anything. "No thanks, I think we're fine."

Grandfather led us around the room and made the introductions. The younger
woman on the couch was my mother's sister, my Aunt Kathryn. Her face
resembled my mother's although her hair was lighter and she probably
weighed thirty pounds more. The girls were my cousins Emily and Rose and
the boy my cousin Richard. We were shown to chairs at the end of the coffee
table somewhat in between the couches so it felt like we were on display,
which I guess we were.

I was asked lots of questions about my life in Chester and Trenton. I tried
not to go into much detail on anything and glossed over the more unpleasant
times. I didn't get into much about Mom's illness or Aunt Aggie's mostly
because I didn't want to relive those sad times. The conversation was
polite but very reserved. Uncle Pete seemed the friendliest, most relaxed
person. Aunt Kathryn wasn't bad but she was pretty restrained. My
grandparents were stiff and formal as ever and my cousins barely said a
word. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably less than half an
hour, Sam reappeared.

"Dinner is served."

We all rose at once and followed my grandparents across the front hall to a
large dining room. Emily, who appeared to be about my age, whispered as we
walked. "Grandmother believes children are to be seen and not heard, as the
old saying goes. We're usually excused to another room after dinner but
since you're the guest of honor I suppose we'll be forced to stay and be
quiet."

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to ruin your evening."

"No, that's okay, we've all been curious about you and want to get to know
you. I just wish it didn't have to be in this mausoleum."

My grandparents took seats at either end of a long table. Uncle Pete sat on
one side at the end by my grandmother. Aunt Kathryn was on the other side
at the other end. The rest of us were spread out on either side,
alternating boy-girl, except for Richard who was between his mother and
me. Dinner was served by Sam and an elderly black woman named Clara, who
turned out to be his wife. The food was a lot better than the conversation,
which was even less relaxed than before. I would have liked to find out a
little about my cousins, but I was the main topic and my grandparents were
directing the conversation.

"I don't see why you've decided to live in Trenton, Jeremiah. I could
understand Chester since that's where you grew up, but if you were going to
move to another place and start over, Augusta would be a good choice."

"I didn't decide on Trenton, Grandmother. I think Trenton decided on me. I
just ended up there and I've managed to build a life that I like. Augusta
seems like a very nice city from what I've seen, but I don't know anyone
here."

"You know us now and we're your family. You have a history here."

"Maybe I do, but I don't know any of it. And I've created a family of sorts
for myself in Trenton."

"I know you said you were starting community college in the fall, but
perhaps you could finish your education at the University of Georgia," my
grandfather suggested. "Your Uncle Coy went there and your cousin Emily is
going to be a sophomore there this year. Athens isn't so far away that you
couldn't spend weekends here and get to know the family and the city. Maybe
by the time you graduated you'd want to stay."

"I haven't really thought that far ahead, but there are plenty of good
four-year colleges around home. I have friends, like Marcus and my brother
Chipper, who go to them."

"I was surprised to see you with the Johnson boy at the dealership this
morning, Jeremiah." Grandfather looked a little stern. "I knew Robby
Johnson was asking about you but I wasn't aware you'd had any contact with
that family. I hope you're not upsetting them. We have a good business
relationship with their bank and I wouldn't want the scandal of your
background to interfere with that."

"Scandal? Is that what you think I am?"

"I'm sorry, son. I suppose I phrased that badly. I just meant that I
wouldn't want your presence here to cause any trouble between Robby and
Carolyn."

"I assure you the Johnsons don't have any problem with me. In fact, Marcus
and I had lunch with my father and his wife today. They're both very nice
people."

"Yes, I'm sure they are, dear, and I'm pleased you get along with
them. That would make it even easier for you if you chose to live here."
Grandmother was back on her one note.

"I'm sorry, Grandmother, I don't think that's going to happen."

"But living on your own the way you are, how are you going to meet the
right people? You'll never find a proper wife on your own."

"Wife? Grandmother, I'm only seventeen." While I had no intention of hiding
the fact that I was gay, Marcus and I had discussed the matter and decided
to keep quiet about it unless it came up. As far as anyone had to know, we
were just friends.

"Of course you are, dear. I know that's far too young to get married but
it's not too soon to be thinking about your prospects. If you lived here
Kathryn and I could make sure you met girls from the right families. I'm
sure Emily and Rose have friends who would love to meet you."

I looked across the table at the girls who were sitting on either side of
Marcus. Emily made a face and rolled her eyes. I was getting really tired
of the conversation. I just couldn't understand why these people who had
never tried to find out anything about me my whole life now wanted to take
charge of me and run my life.

"That's right, you've already missed out on so many social opportunities
for teenagers here." Oh God, even Aunt Kathryn was jumping on the
bandwagon. "Rose just had her coming out party this past May."

At the term 'coming out' I looked across at Marcus and we both
grinned. Then Grandfather joined in the conversation.

"It's so important that you make the right connections, Jeremiah. Look at
that Farrell fellow that Agatha ended up with. She had to leave town in
disgrace."

"It seems to me from what you said she tried it your way and it didn't work
out. The disgrace came from your attitude, not her actions." Grandfather
seemed to bristle at that. "And from all I ever heard Aunt Aggie and 'that
Farrell fellow' were very much in love and very happy."

"You don't understand, son. Some things are just not done. Look at the mess
your mother made of her life."

I almost rose out of my chair at that.

"Don't you dare criticize my mother. She was a loving woman who had a rough
life because this family turned it's back on her."

"I didn't mean to criticize Jessica. We loved her very much. All I was
trying to say is that if you are introduced to the proper potential mates
under adult supervision, your life can be much better."

I'd had it with the conversation and the family.

"Well, I appreciate your concern about my love life, but you don't have to
worry about it. You see, I'm gay, and Marcus and I aren't just friends,
we're lovers."

There was a long moment of silence. I looked across the table at Marcus for
support and he smiled reassuringly. I was surprised when the silence was
broken by my grandmother.

"You're far too young to know something like that for sure. And you should
refrain from acting on these base impulses when you don't really know what
you're doing. You could do irreversible damage to your reputation."

"You see, that's what happens when you grow up without a firm, guiding
hand. You've had no father's influence, no one to put you on the right
track," my grandfather sternly added.

"I know exactly who I am and what I want. I've known for years. And it's
not a base impulse."

"It most certainly is. This is what I meant about the wild streak in this
family and the need to control urges. Agatha and your mother were unable to
exercise any self-restraint and look where it got them. You just have to
say no to yourself sometimes. With determination, prayer and moral guidance
you can be normal just like anyone else."

"Normal is different for different people, grandfather. What's normal for
me is being gay. I could try to act straight but that wouldn't change who I
was." I looked at Marcus again and saw he was nodding. "Being gay isn't
what I do, it's what I am."

"Nonsense. People change all the time. There are even organizations that
help people become normal."

"All they do is encourage people to live a lie, to lie to everyone they
love including themselves. I don't know what causes homosexuality, I don't
think anyone does, but from what I've read it's probably genetic or
hormonal and it isn't something you can change."

"Well, if it's genetic I'm sure it's something you picked up from that
Johnson family," my grandmother sniffed. "They may have more money and
social standing than the Waltons, but I've heard a whisper or two about
them."

"You talk as if it's some kind of contagious disease. Like I said, I have
no idea where it begins, but it's just as likely it runs in our
family. After all, Uncle Coy was gay."

There was a brief silence and then my grandfather exploded. "How dare you
say something so despicable about a decent young man you never even knew."

"There's nothing despicable about being gay." I was starting to feel a
little desperate. I wasn't good at defending myself and I seemed to be
digging myself deeper into this mess. "Obviously I didn't know my uncle,
but my father did. They were best friends all through growing up and Uncle
Coy told him he was gay."

"If Robby Johnson is spreading lies about my son I'll see him in court,
business or no business."

"Why would my father lie about something like that? He only told me because
we were talking about his attitude toward me being gay." I figured it was
best not to mention Uncle Coy had come out to him on the last night of his
life.

Just then my grandmother gasped and drooped to one side. Sam came rushing
from his position by the door to the kitchen and held her up.

"I think Miss Sarah should lie down. Would you ask Clara to help her
upstairs, Sam?" Grandfather got up and went around the table to take Sam's
place at Grandmother's side while he went to get his wife. When Clara came
in, she and Aunt Kathryn helped Grandmother to her feet and out of the
room.

Grandfather went back to his chair but didn't sit down. He glared down at
me.

"We welcome you into our family and this is how you repay us, with lies and
talk of depravity?"

"I certainly didn't mean to get Grandmother so upset but I don't see why
this should cause so much uproar. I'm a decent guy who just happens to be
gay. It shouldn't be such a big deal."

"You obviously have no understanding of morals at all. I think you and your
friend should leave now, before you cause any more damage." He looked at my
cousins. "I'm sorry you children had to be exposed to this kind of talk."

I was about to respond when I glanced at Uncle Pete and saw him smile
slightly and shake his head just a tiny bit. I looked at Marcus and he
nodded. We got up and left without another word.

Once we were on the front porch with the door closed behind us, I began to
tremble. It was a miracle I hadn't fallen apart at the table but I couldn't
hold it together any longer. Marcus took me in his arms and held me tight.

"It's okay, Miah, it's over."

He just stood there and held me for a couple of minutes until I got myself
under control, then we walked down the sidewalk to the street. We were
almost at the car when I heard a rustling behind me. It was Clara.

"Mr. Jeremiah, I just wanted to tell you how sorry Sam and I were to hear
about your mother. Miss Jessica was a lovely girl and we both cared for her
so much."

"Thank you." It struck me as odd that this was the first kind,
compassionate thing I'd heard about my mother all evening.

"Your grandparents aren't all bad, you know. Deep down they do care. It's
just that they can be so rigid in their beliefs."

"I'll take your word for it, but I think my mother had the right idea,
staying a thousand miles away from them. That's what I intend to do from
now on."

Clara nodded. "You take care of yourself, y'hear?" She gave me a quick hug
and turned and hurried back toward the house. Again, I thought it strange
that that hug was the only sign of affection I'd been shown the whole
night.

 Marcus offered to drive and I turned the keys over to him. We rode back to
the hotel in silence. When we were in our room he took me in his arms
again.

"Well, I really fucked that up."

"You did no such thing. Those folks are just nasty prigs. Maybe you could
have been a little more tactful, but you weren't rude like they were."

"But I've lost any chance I had with them."

"You didn't lose anything. You never needed them before and you don't need
them now. With their attitude toward everything I don't see how they could
have added anything positive to your life."

Later when we were undressed and in bed I snuggled up against Marcus.

"Do you mind if we don't make love tonight? I hate to waste a night with
you but I'm not really in the mood."

"I don't mind at all, and it isn't a waste. Any time with you is wonderful
to me. There's more to making love than sex, you know."

I looked into his warm dark eyes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I
know, Marcus. I feel like you're making love to me every minute I'm with
you."

To be continued.