Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 14:01:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coy Boy, Chapter 33

This story contains some explicit scenes of erotic love between males. If
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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-Three

When I woke up early the next morning I was behind Marcus spooning him. In
my sleep I had apparently been humping him because I was aware of the
motion before I was even conscious. I stopped as soon as I realized what I
was doing.

"Make up your mind, are you gonna fuck me or just tease me?" Marcus rumbled
lowly.

"I wasn't sure you were up. It's early and I didn't want to disturb you."

"You've already disturbed me in the best possible way and as a result I'm
definitely up. Now take care of the problem you've created."

Marcus grabbed a condom and some lube from the nightstand and handed them
back over his shoulder. And so with no further conversation or foreplay, I
took care of his problem and mine as well. Within seconds of our orgasms we
were both sound asleep again. It was after nine when we woke up the second
time. I wasn't sure about Marcus but I was in a much better mood than when
we'd gone to bed the night before.

"Damn, I could get used to this," I whispered as I nuzzled him.

"You and me both, babe. Two nights with you and I don't think I can ever
sleep alone again. How much longer did you say it is until the closing on
the condo?"

"About two weeks, but even then it's not like we're gonna be living
together."

"I know, it's way too soon for that, but I'm sure you won't mind if I spend
the night with you in your new home now and then."

"I'm sure of that, too."

We took a long leisurely shower together, during which we both managed to
get off again, and then got dressed for another day of sightseeing and
enjoying the car, this time on our own. We were just leaving the room when
the phone rang. I hesitated, wondering who would be calling the hotel room
and not my cell phone. I picked it up on the fifth ring.

"Hey, Jerry, it's Uncle Pete. I wasn't sure I'd catch you still in this
late."

"Um, yeah, we slept in and were just leaving."

"I won't keep you then. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about the way
things turned out with your grandparents last night."

"Yeah, well, I hadn't meant to come out and make a scene, but what
happened, happened. I hope I didn't upset your kids."

"No, they're pretty used to their grandparents and their attitudes." He
hesitated for several seconds and I wondered if we'd been cut off. "Look, I
was wondering if maybe you and Marcus would be able to join me for
lunch. There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Hang on a sec, let me ask Marcus." I put my hand over the mouthpiece and
whispered to Marcus. "It's Uncle Pete. He wants to have lunch with us,
something he wants to talk about."

"Sure, if you want," he shrugged.

"Okay, when and where?"

He explained how to find a nearby Applebee's and I agreed to meet him there
at one. As Marcus and I walked out to the parking lot we talked about the
evening before.

"So what do you think your uncle wants?" Marcus asked as we got into the
car.

"I have no idea. He sounded okay about last night. I guess we'll find out
at lunch."

We took turns driving the Mustang around the countryside. It was another
beautiful summer day so we had the top down again. I'd had the car just
over twenty-four hours and I'd probably already spent more time behind the
wheel of it than Norman's Buick. By the time we got home Sunday night there
would be no probably about it. Around twelve-thirty I was driving and we
headed north on I-520 to meet Uncle Pete.

He was standing just outside the front door of the restaurant smoking a
cigarette when we got there. He put out the cigarette and shook my hand.

"I'm glad you could make it. How are you enjoying the car?"

"It's great! I haven't done that much driving since I got my license but
this car handles really well. I love it."

"I'm glad. It suits you. You look good behind the wheel."

We went inside and all ordered burgers and iced tea. Uncle Pete made small
talk about the business and didn't give any hint as to why he wanted to
talk to me. We were nearly done eating when I tried to lead him toward the
subject.

"So you said you wanted to talk to me about something. Does it have
anything to do with the scene last night at my grandparents' house?"

"Not really. You should understand that I'm not exactly one of your pro-gay
liberal types. I'm a Southern Baptist and I was raised to believe that
homosexuality is wrong, but I'm also pretty much a live-and-let-live kind
of guy. I figure it's your life, not mine, so it's none of my business. And
I took an instant liking to you at the dealership yesterday morning. I
liked your mother a whole lot and I see a lot of her personality in you."

"Well, I wish my grandparents had looked at things that way, but since I
live so far away they're not really a part of my life anyway, so it doesn't
make that much difference."

"Kathy and I sometimes wish we could say the same. Don't get me wrong, the
Waltons can be good people if they like you, but as you've learned they can
be very conservative and old-fashioned. I've worked for the dealership
since I was not much older than you and I love my job, so I have to watch
what I say. I have a family to support, after all."

"But you're family. I'm sure Grandfather wouldn't fire you after all this
time."

"No, he wouldn't, but it's just easier to not rock the boat. That doesn't
mean I don't sometimes question his actions, though. Like your car, for
example."

"What do you mean? Is there something wrong with the car?" I started to
panic a little.

"No, absolutely not. The car is just fine, but I had a little run-in with
your grandfather over charging you for it. I wasn't going to say anything
before because I didn't want to cause trouble between you, but now it
doesn't matter."

"But I never expected a free car. Why shouldn't I pay for it?"

"Because he and your grandmother both drive company cars. Every three years
they order new cars, exactly what they want, and we sell their old ones. It
never costs them a penny. When I pointed that out to him he said that was a
perk for his job as president of the firm, not as co-owner."

"Well, I guess I can understand that. After all, he does all the work
running the place. That's why he gets more money and he should."

"Even so, I objected to him charging you full price. Yeah, he did only
charge you what the dealership paid for the car, but the car wasn't
new. I'm sure you've heard that a new car drops quite a bit in value the
minute you drive it off the lot. We've been using your car as a
demonstrator for six months and he didn't knock anything off the price for
that. If we'd sold it to a stranger we would have come down quite a bit on
the price."

"Maybe you're right. I knew you were using the car as a demonstrator, but
to me it's still a new car. I appreciate what you're saying, but I guess
since I didn't have to work for the money and I didn't see the actual deal,
I'm still grateful for the car."

"I understand and I know that you aren't the one making the business
decisions right now. Your trustee is. But maybe you should pass this
information on to him so he can keep a close watch on the old man. He's a
shrewd businessman and now that he's not feeling any too friendly toward
you I wouldn't put it past him to try to cut a few corners."

My stomach started to tighten up. It was bad enough to lose out on a
potential family, but I really didn't want to have to deal with business
intrigue.

"The guy seems pretty nasty but I can't believe he'd try to cheat his own
grandson. I mean, there's nothing Christian about that and he seems to
pride himself on being what he considers to be a good Christian." As the
son of a minister Marcus would think to put it in those terms.

"I'm sure he wouldn't think of it as cheating, just making shrewd business
decisions."

An idea popped into my head. "Say, Uncle Pete, why don't you buy my half of
the business? Then you could deal with Grandfather as an equal and not have
to worry about what he says. And then I wouldn't have to deal with him
either."

He smiled. "It's a nice thought but not even a slim possibility. The
dealership is worth a lot and I wouldn't even have a decent down payment on
half of it. But thanks for thinking of me. It's nice to know one of my
bosses is on my side."

"It's hard for me to think of myself as your boss. Like you said, I don't
have any say in the business decisions anyway. But I'll tell my lawyer what
you said about grandfather and I'm sure he'll know how to handle him. I
really don't want to have to deal with it."

"I can see this is bothering you and I didn't want to upset you, Jerry. I
just wanted to warn you. You're right, you shouldn't have to deal with this
kind of thing at your age. Last night was bad enough."

"Yeah, well I'm starting to look forward to getting back home where I don't
have to think about this stuff."

"I just wish you'd had a chance to get to know your cousins a
little. They're good kids, though I may be a little prejudiced."

"Maybe we can do something tomorrow. Marcus and I are having dinner at my
father's house tonight, but we don't have any solid plans for tomorrow,
except I'd like to spend a little more time with my brother."

"Then I'll talk to the kids tonight and you talk to your brother. I'll be
at work tomorrow so give me a call in the morning."

When we left the restaurant I gave the keys to Marcus. I wanted to think,
not drive. He took I-20 north across the river into South Carolina where we
wandered around on local roads for a while, then he headed back into the
city. I was wrapped up in my own thoughts and didn't say much. Marcus must
have sensed that and didn't talk much either. We got back to the hotel room
and I lay down on my back on the bed fully clothed and stared at the
ceiling. Marcus lay down next to me and gently cuddled me.

"This wasn't what I expected."

"What do you mean, babe?"

"Well, when my mother was alive, she and Aunt Aggie were all the family I
ever wanted or needed. But then, when it was just Ralph and me, I began to
fantasize about what it would be like to have a big family. I dreamed about
grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, all as warm and loving as
Mom. Instead I find nasty, cold grandparents and the rest of the family
keeping their mouths shut, afraid of offending them. Are all families this
messed up?"

"No, not all. Most families have their problems and the occasional
unpleasant person, but this is pretty unique, I think, where your
grandparents not only run the family but the business."

"Yeah, I feel bad for Uncle Pete, depending on Grandfather for his
livelihood like that, having to watch what he says all the time."

"He's been doing it his whole life so he's probably pretty used to it. That
doesn't make it easy, though."

"I'm glad Aunt Aggie set up the trust so at least I don't have to deal with
it until I'm 25. I wish I didn't have to think about it at all, though. I
know I've been very fortunate and I shouldn't complain, but I wish she'd
left me impersonal stocks and bonds and investments like that instead of
half of a family business."

"Just let Patrick take care of everything and forget about it. And
remember, they're not your only family. Tonight we're going to your
father's house. They seem like much nicer people. And we don't have to
worry about coming out to them since they already know."

"Yeah, Chipper and Dad are pretty cool. And Mrs. Johnson was nice, too. I
guess it's not so bad. I am looking forward to going back home, though,
even though it means a couple more weeks in the rooming house without you."

Marcus began to fumble with my clothes. "Then we should take advantage of
the time we have together now."

And we did. Afterwards we had time for a short nap before getting ready for
dinner. I drove while Marcus read the directions Chipper had left with
us. We ended up in another wealthy neighborhood quite a bit further from
downtown. If anything, it was even nicer than where my grandparents
lived. The house itself was what I considered to be a mansion, a huge brick
building. It was very formal looking and I knew that Marcus and I had to be
underdressed.

I was pleasantly surprised when Chipper answered the door. Not only wasn't
he a well-dressed butler, but he was wearing cargo shorts and a polo
shirt. After giving us each a warm hug, he led us into a large living room
that was every bit as beautiful as my grandparents' but looked much more
comfortable. I was relieved to see that everyone in the room was dressed as
casually as we were. In addition to my father and his wife, there was a
young teenage girl and an elderly couple.

The older man got up and enthusiastically came across the room as soon as
he saw us. Aside from his silver hair and a few lines in his face, he
looked just like my father.

"Well, we don't need a DNA test to know who this is." He took my right hand
in both of his. "I'm Bobby Johnson, your granddad. And this is...?" He
turned to Marcus.

"Marcus Williams, sir."

"Pleased to meet you." He let go of my hand to shake Marcus' hand. "But
none of that 'sir' nonsense. Everybody in Augusta calls me Bobby and so
should you boys."

"Ease up on the boys, Bobby. Jerry's a shy one and you're going to scare
him off coming on so strong." My father had come up behind him.

"No chance of that, son. He's a Johnson and we don't scare very easily."

"Well, at least let me introduce him to the others and then you can get
back to overwhelming him."

My father took us over to where his wife was sitting with the older woman.

"You know Carolyn, of course, and this is Charlotte Johnson, my mother,
your grandmother."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am."

"Oh please, call me Gran." She stood and hugged me, then pushed me away and
turned me completely around. "My, you're beautiful." She hugged me again
and this time when I stepped back I saw her eyes glistening.

Dad touched my elbow and moved me along.

"And here, last but certainly not least, is your sister, Kaitlyn, or Kat."

She remained seated and frowned, looking back and forth between Chipper and
me.

"As if one of you wasn't enough. This is so not fair."

I froze as I sensed the resentment in her voice. I should have known not
everyone would be happy with my appearance. I was wondering what kind of
reply I could make when she burst into a fit of giggles.

"You are so easy, almost as bad as Chipper."

"So you're okay with me?" I asked with relief.

"Yeah, actually I think it's kind of cool, like that Disney movie, The
Parent Trap, where those twins didn't even know about each other until they
ran into each other by chance. And I get an extra brother but I haven't had
to put up with any hassles from you my whole life. So is this your
boyfriend?"

She pointed to Marcus who had been standing by my side in silence. I tensed
up again. Obviously my father and Chipper knew I was gay but after the
experience the night before I wasn't sure I wanted the subject to come up
in front of another set of grandparents.

"Oh relax, Bobby and Gran are cool. They're not gonna have a stroke or
anything."

"Yeah, this is Marcus."

Marcus gave her a smile that seemed a little threatening. "You may be able
to pull your crap on Miah, but I've got two younger sisters, so I know how
to deal with girls like you."

Kat seemed to take that as a challenge and grinned. "You may think you do,
but we'll see."

My second family evening went so much better than the first. From all I'd
heard, the Johnsons had so much more money and social standing than the
Waltons, but in spite of that they were a lot more down-to-earth and easy
to be with. The evening was full of laughter, especially from Kat. I
couldn't remember more than just a slight smile from any of my cousins the
night before. Our dinner was a cookout on the patio, with lots of sloppy
barbequed chicken and ribs. The only down moment was when my father asked
how things had gone the night before. I tried to gloss over it but it was
hard to make the dinner sound like anything other than the disaster it was.

"I've known Jonathan Walton since we were kids and he's always been a
prig," Bobby muttered.

"That's right," Gran added. "He and Sarah are always so serious, looking at
life as if it's something to be resisted. They seem to think that if
someone is having fun they must be doing something wrong. They don't
realize that one can live a good life and experience joy at the same time."

I really didn't want to think about them so I was relieved when Carolyn
changed the subject by asking Marcus and me about school. The evening flew
by and before we knew it, it was time to go. I told Chipper about Uncle
Pete's suggestion that we do something with my cousins the next day and
asked if he had any ideas.

"It's supposed to rain overnight so we might want to plan something
indoors." He thought for a minute. "I know, the Fort Discovery Museum!"

"A museum? That doesn't sound like fun."

"It's a science center with all kinds of cool exhibits. Trust me, you'll
like it. And it's right by the Riverwalk so if the weather clears up we can
hang out there in the afternoon."

"Okay, I'll take your word for it. I'll call you after I've talked to Uncle
Pete."

As Marcus and I got up to leave there was lots of hugging and kissing, just
how I always imagined it would be with family. We were both feeling a lot
better when we got back to the hotel than we had the night before.

Saturday morning I called Uncle Pete and told him about Chipper's idea to
go to the science center. He put me on hold for a minute while he called
home and then came back, saying Aunt Kathryn would drop the kids off at the
Comfort Inn in about an hour. I called Chipper and he agreed to bring Kat
and meet us at the hotel as well. It turned out that Emily and Chipper had
been in the same high school class and Richard, who preferred to be called
Rick, was in the same school as Kat, so they weren't complete strangers.

The science center was even better than Chipper had said. We all had a
great time and by the time we left the sun had come out so we were able to
spend some time wandering up and down the Riverwalk.  I kept looking around
me and smiling. This was just what I imagined being part of a family could
be, a bunch of kids laughing, joking, teasing and just generally enjoying
each other. Kat was every bit the smart-ass she'd appeared to be at dinner
the night before, but it was all in fun. My cousins were a bit quieter than
her, but nowhere near as subdued as they'd been at our grandparents'
house. I was sad when everyone had to go home to their individual families
for dinner.

Marcus and I had an early supper at a restaurant near the hotel, went for a
little walk afterwards and then turned in early. We had a long drive home
the next day. Later that night, after we'd made love and were just cuddling
in bed, Marcus asked me how I was feeling.

"So are you glad to be going home tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I am. I'm gonna miss moments like this with you, at least until I
move into the condo, but I want to get back to the life I know. I enjoyed
meeting my cousins and my father's family, and Augusta is a nice city, but
I don't feel like I belong here."

"You got along great with most of your family. You shouldn't let your
grandparents ruin all that for you."

"I'm not, but it seems to me that there's lots of sad memories for my
family here. Uncle Coy, Aunt Aggie, Mom. It's not a good place to be a
Walton if you don't fit in."

"Well, you fit in with me no matter where you are, Miah. Don't ever forget
that."

Marcus and I were up and ready to leave at six Sunday morning. While the
last couple of days had been much better than the first, I was ready to go
home. My life was seven hundred miles to the north and I couldn't see any
way the people in Augusta were going to be a big part of it. Chipper
surprised us by showing up in the lobby just as we were checking out of the
hotel. He walked us out to the car.

"I couldn't let my brother leave without saying goodbye again. I'm going to
miss you, Miah." Over the weekend he'd gone from calling me Coy to Jerry to
Miah. Since Miah was the name that I felt was most intimate, I was glad he
was comfortable with that.

"It's been a good visit, even with all that crap from my grandparents. And
it won't be long 'til you're back at school, so we'll be seeing lots of
each other soon."

"Bet on it."

He gave me a long tight hug and then kissed me lightly on the lips. He then
did the same to Marcus.

"Take care of my baby brother, y'hear?"

"You don't have to worry about that."

While I took the first driving shift, Marcus did most of the driving on the
trip home. The schedule we'd planned was that I'd drive an hour and then
he'd take over for two. That worked out pretty well. We made better time
when he drove because I wasn't comfortable going over 65, but by the time
we passed through Philadelphia I felt like I'd grown up driving the
Mustang. It was nearly eight at night when I pulled into Marcus' parents'
driveway. As tired as I was, I went into the house for a few minutes to say
hi to his family before heading into Trenton. Even though the closing on
the condo wasn't for another couple of weeks, Patrick had arranged for me
to park the car in the lot there so I wouldn't have to leave it on the
street. I used the card to open the gate and found my assigned space. After
double and triple checking to make sure the car was locked and secure, I
took my bag and walked to the rooming house.

It was depressing looking at my little bed, thinking about that huge
comfortable bed in the hotel. But then I thought about the condo and how
soon I'd be living there and my spirits rose. I quickly unpacked my bag and
then picked up the phone to call Patrick. He'd made me promise to let him
know when I got in. I hit the speed dial button and waited while the phone
rang.

"Hey, Coy boy, how's it hangin'?"

I was startled by the sound of the wrong voice. "Derek? I'm sorry, I must
have hit the wrong button. I was trying to call Patrick."

"You hit the right button. This is his phone. Wait a sec, here he comes."

A few seconds later, Patrick was on the line. "Hi Coy, are you back home?"

"Yeah, I got in a few minutes ago. What are you doing with Derek?"

"Well, that's a pretty personal question, but given our history I'll give
you a personal answer. We're fucking."

"Okay, that's more than I needed to know. I won't ask any more questions. I
just wanted you to know I made it home all right and the car is over at the
condo."

"That's good to hear. Call me at the office in the morning, Coy. There's
something I have to talk to you about."

"That doesn't sound good."

"It's nothing for you to worry about. You must be exhausted from your
trip. Get some sleep and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I went across the hall and used the bathroom, then came back, stripped and
got into bed. I lay there thinking about Patrick and Derek fucking and
started to play with myself as I got hard, but then stopped myself. As hot
as the two of them were, it wasn't right for me to think of them that
way. They were my friends and the sexual part of my relationship with each
was over. But as their friend, I couldn't help but smile as I turned over
to go to sleep. They were both great guys and I was glad they'd found each
other.


To be continued.