Date: Fri, 01 Oct 1999 07:12:51 PDT
From: Chip Dyp <chipdyp@hotmail.com>
Subject: Submissions: Call Boy 2

        The following program contains material suited for a mature
audience.  If you are not over 18 you should be leaving now.  Of course I
can't control you and neither can anyone else really.  This story is
entirely false except for the true parts.  And now for our feature
presentation.  Viewer Discretion is advised...

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Call Boy 2      
by:  Chip Dyp  (chipdyp@hotmail.com)

        After I got home from my date with Ryan, I had a long shower and
then an even longer bath.  I always felt so greasy after I finished with a
client.  Even if he didn't fuck me, I still needed a long bath.

        While I sat in the tub, I thought about Ryan.  He was so beautiful,
but there had to be something wrong with him.  I mean...guys as cute as him
don't pay $200 an hour for sex when they can get it for free.

        I sat in the tub for over an hour just letting my body relax before
I finally stood up and rinsed myself off again.  I grabbed my thick cotton
bath sheet, and slowly dried myself off.  My cat, Mackenzie, came into the
bathroom while I was drying off, and meowed at me.  I wrapped my robe
around my body and walked out to the kitchen.  Mac was probably pissed off
because I hadn't fed him yet.

        I grabbed a can of cat food out of the pantry for Mac, and a can of
cream of chicken soup for myself.  I looked at the can for a second and
then put it back.  I wasn't really in the mood for soup.  I opened up Mac's
cat food and dumped in the dish for him to devour.  While Mac dug into the
food, I thought about what I wanted for supper.  I wasn't really all that
hungry, but I needed to eat something.  I eventually decided to make myself
a salad with the veggies that I had in the fridge. I threw a can of shrimp
pieces on for protein.

        I sat in front of my computer eating my salad and reading my email.
A couple of friends had written asking about a matter of law that we were
all studying.  I wrote an answer back to them and was surprised when they
came online.  They invited me to a bar crawl that the Engineers were
having.  I didn't really want to go out, so I told them to have fun.  At
this point, Mac jumped up on the table and started making a nuisance of
himself.  I said goodbye to my friends and shut down my computer.  After
everything was shut off, I grabbed Mac and walked over to my chair in the
living room.  Once I had sat down, Mac curled up in my lap and purred as I
stroked his silky fur.

        Mac was a smart cat.  He knew exactly what I was feeling, and
whenever I was feeling down, he'd come over and cuddle with me.  It was
almost as if he were my boyfriend.  He was the only male in my life other
than my clients, and I think he liked it that way.  I switched on the TV
and watched a rerun of Babylon 5 while Mac slept.  When Babylon 5 ended, I
started surfing again.  There was nothing on TV, which was to be expected.
It was Friday, and all the major networks expected people to go out and
have fun.  I considered going to a gay bar for a little fun, but I decided
that it wasn't worth my while.  Once a guy found out I was a whore, he
either lost interest in me or expected sex all the time.

        I put Mac down on the floor and padded off to my bedroom, content
to go to bed early.  Mac of course followed and watched as I pulled off my
robe.  I pulled back the covers on my bed and lay down on the satin sheets.
Mac jumped up on the bed and curled up next to my chest.  He always slept
under the covers with me.  I don't know if he had gotten accustomed to
hearing my heart while I slept, or if he realised I had gotten used to his
warm body next to mine.  It really doesn't matter I guess.

        I spent the next week just thinking about Ryan.  It didn't matter
if I was in class, or if I was at home. Ryan was always on my mind.  It was
really beginning to bother me.  I had let a trick into my heart and now I
was paying for it.  I knew better than this.  Real life does not equal
Pretty Woman, and if any whore believed that, then they were in for a
shock.

        By the time Friday rolled around, just when I had given up on Ryan
paging me, I received a page in the middle of supper.  I didn't recognize
the number, so I put on my coat and drove down to the local pay phone.  In
this era of minimal privacy, I didn't feel safe about calling from my home.
If someone was continually bothering me, it was easier to change my pager
number than it was to change my home phone number.  Especially since the
pager wasn't in my name.

        As I drove up to the 7-11, I was nervous.  I was hoping that it was
Ryan, but I was expecting it to be a wrong number, or maybe Hughie calling
from a different number.  I dialled the number into the abused telephone
and glanced around.  Winnipeg is a fairly safe city, but I wasn't one to
take chances.

        I waited while the telephone considered my request.  When it
finally connected to the number, it didn't ring for long.  In less than one
ring, the phone was answered and I could hear Ryan's voice coming in
clearly across the thin glass fibre.

        "Hi, are you the guy I was with last Friday?"
        
        "That depends.  Is this Frank?"  I asked.  I didn't want to give
the caller anything that he didn't have.  If this was some sting, I didn't
want them getting his name from me.
        
        "No, it's Ryan.  Look, I'm sorry to disturb you," Ryan said with
disappointment.

        "It's okay, Ryan.  This is Ben.  You and I had a little fun last
Friday."
        
        "Ben?  That's a really nice name," Ryan said with relief. "I
thought that you might've given me a bad number just to get rid of me."

        "Mmmm, I don't do that.  If I piss you off, you can get a hold of
me through my contact and then I'm in trouble."

        "I guess.  Look, I called you to see if you wanted to go out for
coffee.  I'll understand if you don't want to..."

        I interrupted Ryan, to assuage his fears.  "Ryan, if I didn't want
to go out for coffee with you I wouldn't have given you my number.  I'd
love to see you again.  You name the place and the time and I'll be there."

        "Thanks," Ryan said with a smile in his voice. "How about the
Perkins across from Polo Park in a couple of hours?"

        "Sounds great," I said as I looked at my watch, "Perkins on
St. James at 8:30."

        "Yeah, meet at the front door?"

        "All right, I'll see you then."

        I hung up the phone, and dropped another quarter into the slot.  I
paged Hughie and left him a 666 message.  That would tell him that I wasn't
available tonight.  By the time I got home, I had received a 65 message
from Hugh.  That was his way of acknowledging my message.  I walked back
into the house and threw the remainder of my Chicken Alfredo into the
microwave and reheated my supper.  After I finished, I walked into my
bedroom and into my closet.  I had a bunch of suits hanging on the hangers,
but I wasn't sure that I should dress up that much.  I instead grabbed a
black cotton shirt and a pair of cargo pants.  I figured that they were
appropriate, and they made me look good, which was so much the better.

        Mac came into the closet and looked up at me.  He meowed loudly
like he always did when I went out with a trick.  I don't think he approved
of my promiscuity.  I petted Mac and then tossed him out of the closet.
Once, I had accidentally trapped him in the closet for a whole day.  When I
had let him out, he had run right for his litter box.

        I grabbed my clothes and took them with me into the bathroom.  I
looked in the mirror and smiled.  My hair was a bit of a mess, mostly
because I hadn't spent an enormous amount of time on it this morning before
I left for the University.  I also needed a shave.  Mac came into the
bathroom and jumped up on the vanity.  He gave a throaty growl to attract
my attention, and then meowed loudly as I petted him.  I smiled at him and
then carried him out of the bathroom.  Before he could run back in, I
closed the door and locked it.  Mac sat in the hallway scratching at the
door, trying to get back into the bathroom to scold me some more.  I turned
back to the vanity and quickly shaved the few blond whiskers that had grown
in the past week.

        After a quick but reinvigorating shower, I parked myself in front
of the mirror and did my hair.  My medium length hair was auburn in colour,
with darker natural highlights.  Doing my hair was one of the things I
absolutely hated, but I hated having no hair even more.  I debated putting
in my contacts, but I opted to go with my wire frame glasses instead.  I
had worn my contacts an awful lot during the week, it was probably a good
thing to give my eyes a break.

        Even after I had finished my hair, it still took me another half an
hour to finish getting ready for my coffee date.  I also noticed that I was
nervous about meeting Ryan, which bothered me.  I mean, I wasn't normally
this nervous when I went to a hotel to meet a trick, why was I nervous now?

        I checked my watch for the second time in less than five minutes.
I decided that I might as well head over to Perkins rather than pace around
my living room.  Once I was out in public I hoped that my horrendous case
of the nerves would dissipate.

        The drive over took a little more time than I was expecting, thanks
to an accident that had closed two of the three eastbound lanes.  Traffic
was backed up all the way to the Perimeter highway.  I made a quick
decision to take the long way around, which in the end appeared to be the
fastest way to get into the city.

        I arrived at Perkins just a little before Ryan. When he arrived, I
realized why I had been so nervous.  He walked into the restaurant looking
a little nervous, but when he saw me a smile of relief crossed his face.
We walked towards each other, and I extended my arms so I could hug him
tightly.  Ryan stopped looking very nervous as I stood in front of him.  He
offered his hand for a handshake, which I reluctantly accepted.  I was
disappointed that he wouldn't let me hug him, but I guess in the back of my
mind I understood.  He smiled at me, and then the two of us were escorted
to a table in the back of the restaurant.

        We sat at the table looking at each other, not saying a word for
the longest time before Ryan finally broke the silence.

        "Hi, Ben."

        "Ryan."

        "So, did you have trouble getting here," Ryan asked as he took a
sip of the water that the waiter had left behind.

        "No, I came up on Ness."

        "From Moray?"

        "Yeah, but from the north."

        "Ah," Ryan said as he looked down at the menu.

        "So, how was your week?" I asked. I was trying my best to make
conversation.

        "Umm, not bad.  I had a couple of research papers that I finished,
and classes were as boring as usual."

        "What are you taking?"

        "Commerce.  I want to get my MBA."

        "So you want to become a corporate shark, and makes lots of money?"
I took a sip of my own water.

        "That's the plan.  How about you?  I mean, um, well, uh never
mind."

        "I didn't work this week. I decided I needed a week off so I could
do some research for an assignment I have due in a couple of weeks."

        "You're going to school?" Ryan asked in amazement.

        "Yeah, I don't plan on providing entertainment services my whole
life."

        "What are you taking?" Ryan asked.  He seemed to be very intrigued
by my future plans.

        "I'm in my second year of law school," I said proudly.  For me, my
education was something I could take pride in.

        "Are you serious?"

        "Very."

        "Wow.  I thought when you said you were getting out next year that
you were just dreaming."

        "Nope.  Pretty soon, people are going to be paying $200 an hour to
fuck someone else, not to fuck me."

        "That's one way of looking at it." Ryan grinned.

        There was a lull in our conversation while the waiter took our
order.  I had already eaten, so I was content with a piece of apple pie.
Ryan hadn't eaten, so he grabbed a plate of fries and gravy.

        For the next three hours, Ryan and I talked about our backgrounds,
our hopes, and our dreams.  Ryan listened intently while I told him about
my parents and how they had kicked me out of the house and out of the
family.  He sat quietly as I told him about my first time with a close
friend who had moved out east.  Stories about my times walking the street
made him cringe.  When I ran out of stories, I made him talk about himself.

        He told me about his friends and his family.  About how scared he
was to come out for the closet and admit his sexuality to his parents. He
told me about his grand parents who wanted great-grandchildren, and about
the girls who kept hitting on him.  I listened quietly as he told me all
his deepest fears.

        He also told me about what he wanted for the future.  He wanted
kids, a house, and most of all someone who he could share the rest of his
life with.  I nodded my head, as I listened.  These were all things that I
wanted badly.  But, I knew they were things that I likely would never have.

        By the time the waiter stopped serving us coffee, we were both
talked out.  I was tempted to invite Ryan back to my place for a movie, or
a nightcap, but Ryan mentioned that he was pretty tired before I could ask.
Instead, I brushed my hair back and smiled at him.

        "I had a really great time, Ryan."

        "So did I," Ryan said as he handed me a slip of paper, "Here's my
phone number.  I'd really like to do this again."

        "So would I." I tucked the paper into my pocket. "Do you have a pen
and a piece of paper?  I'll give you my phone number."

        "I'll just put it into my cell phone." Ryan pulled a tiny phone out
of his pocket.

        I gave Ryan my phone number, and watched as he entered it into his
phone.  When he was done, he smiled at me. "I'd better get going.  I'll see
you again."

        "I'll see you too."

        Ryan looked around for a second and then gave me a kiss on the
cheek.  "I'd give you more, but..."

        "Don't worry, I understand."

        We both turned around and walked back to our cars.  I was literally
floating on air after the kiss.  It was as sweet and romantic as any French
kiss could be.  On my way home, I stopped at the payphone at the 7-11 and
paged Hughie.  The message I left was simple.  I wasn't available for work
until I told him otherwise.

        The next month was a month of total bliss for me.  Ryan and I would
meet three and four times a week, and talk and generally have a great time
together.  We'd meet in the library, and I'd kiss him in between the
stacks.  When we'd go to movies, Ryan would rest his hand on my thigh and
gently caress it.  The one thing that we didn't do was have sex.  Whenever
I invited Ryan over, he seemed to hesitate, and then he'd suggest we do
something else.  I finally got him to come over for supper one Friday
night, and I planned to make it as romantic as possible.  There was nothing
I wouldn't do for my Ryan.

        When Ryan finally arrived, Mac freaked out and hissed at Ryan.  I
scolded him, and shut him in the laundry room where his litter box was.  He
wasn't going to spoil my night with Ryan.  Ryan and I ate supper in
silence, which was unusual for the two of us.  We always seemed to have
something to talk about.  Ryan was a very bright young man, and was quite
able to defend himself and his beliefs in the friendly debates that we had.
When supper was finally over, I told Ryan to go have a seat in the living
room, while I cleared the table.  Ryan protested, but in the end I won.  I
quickly tossed the dishes into the sink, and grabbed the bottle of red wine
that I'd been saving along with two glasses and a corkscrew.

        When I got to the living room, Ryan was looking at my CD
collection.  I put down the wine and glasses and then quietly walked up
behind him.  I wrapped my right arm around his waist and kissed the nape of
his neck to get his attention.  Ryan moaned softly, and then quickly turned
around to face me.

        "Have I told you how much I love you?"  I asked as I moved to kiss
Ryan.  Ryan blocked my advance and gently pushed away from me.  I stood
silently in the middle of the living room, feeling a little confused with
Ryan's actions.  Ryan walked over to my window and looked out, as if
contemplating something.

        "Ben, I can't see you anymore," Ryan said as he looked out onto the
grassy park that was adjacent to my condo.

        "What?  Why?"  I shocked.

        "Because I'm falling in love with you."

        "Isn't that what you want?  To fall in love with someone?" I walked
up behind him.

        "Yeah, it's what I want, but I can't fall in love with you."

        "Why?" I choked back tears.

        "Why do you think?" Ryan asked bitterly. "It's because you're a
prostitute.  I can't be in a relationship where my boyfriend is selling
himself for money."

        "I haven't had a client since you, and if we were going out it
would stay that way.  I would do that for you in a heartbeat."

        "It doesn't matter, Ben." Ryan looked at me angrily.  "You are
nothing but a whore, plain and simple."

        I looked at Ryan and straightened up.  "Yes, I sold myself for
money.  Yes, I let men fuck me as often as they wanted as long as they
could afford the price.  But those things are in my past.  Just remember
though.  My first time was with someone I loved.  Someone I cared about.
You gave away your virginity to a whore.  That's something that you'll
never get back."

        I walked away from a silent Ryan and grabbed the unopened bottle of
wine off the table.  "You want to know something else, Ryan?" I asked as I
spun around to face him.  "I loved you.  You have filled my thoughts and
dreams since we met, but you know what? I can see now that I was dreaming
about someone who really didn't exist.  Someone who is better than you in
every way."

        "Whatever." Ryan walked to the door. "You're nothing but a whore.
A whore who is liable to die of AIDS alone in some back alley."

        "Yes, but I'll have loved someone.  That's something you'll never
be able to say."

        Ryan just glared at me before storming out of the condo.  I
remained strong until I pushed the door shut and locked it. As soon as I
was alone I lowered myself to the floor and began crying.

        After about an hour of tears, I got up and took the wine to the
kitchen.  I looked at the bottle for several seconds and then opened the
bottle.  I stood in front of the sink and guzzled it all.  After the wine
was gone, I walked down the hallway to the laundry room and let Mac out.
When I opened the door, Mac just looked up at me and then walked out into
the kitchen.  I just went to my bedroom, and crawled into my bed.  Sleep
came quickly, but when I awoke, I realized I was still pining for Ryan.
After breakfast, I got dressed and walked the two blocks to the 7-11 where
I paged Hughie.  The message I left him was a simple one.  I needed to work
again.  If I treated Ryan as just one more trick, I hoped I could get over
him.

To Be Continued.