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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 Twenty-One
A couple of weeks later I was working Friday night when I saw a familiar face at the door. It took me a minute to put a name to the face, though. He was Rod, the college kid who had given me tips about hustling in the park. He had a girl about his age with him. I assumed it was the girlfriend he had mentioned. Kate sat them at one of my tables, so a minute later I went over to them. All the way across the room I was racking my brain trying to remember his real name. Rod was his working name and I couldn't very well call him that. Just as I stepped up to the table it came to me.
"Hi Dave, long time."
He looked up and saw me for the first time and hesitated. "Jerry! It sure has been a while. How are you?" He introduced the girl as Kim. We made small talk for a minute and then I took their drink orders, leaving them to look over the menus.
I noticed over the next hour that Dave and Kim seemed somewhat awkward with each other. They weren't talking much and when they did they weren't smiling. Toward the end of their meal Kim got up and went to the ladies room. I stopped by the table to talk to Dave.
"So is Kim your girl?"
"She was until tonight. We just broke up."
"I'm sorry. You two didn't look like you were having a good time. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just following that old rule about bringing your girl to a nice restaurant to break up so she doesn't make a scene."
"And is it working?"
"No problem. I think we both knew it was over long before tonight. We've just been going through the motions for a while now."
I saw Kim coming out of the restroom so I started to move away from the table. Dave grabbed my arm.
"I'm taking Kim back to her dorm from here. How about meeting me for a drink at Buddies later?"
"Sure, but I'll have to stop by my place to change first. I probably won't get there until nearly midnight."
"That's okay, I'll wait. I just feel like I need someone to talk to tonight."
I ended up getting to the club a little after twelve. It took me a while to find Dave in the crowd and when I did I noticed he'd obviously had a few drinks. He bought himself another and got a Coke for me.
"So are you still working down by the river, Dave?"
"When I have to. What about you? I haven't seen you down there in ages."
"Things are going good for me at the restaurant so I haven't had to. I never liked doing that down there anyway."
"Yeah, it's not the greatest sex. Besides, in the winter it can be brutal. Every time the weather warmed up just a little I had to run down there and find someone to trick with just in case it got colder again. It's a little better now that spring is here."
The club was too noisy to have a serious conversation but we were able to chat a bit. I'd thought that he wanted to talk about his breakup with Kim but he barely mentioned her. He just kind of rambled a bit. I realized that more than wanting someone to talk to he didn't want to be alone. When they announced last call I managed to talk him out of having another drink. He was swaying on his feet as it was. When we left the club he dug into his pocket for his keys but I grabbed them from him.
"No way you're driving, Dave. You've had way too much to drink. How about we go to the diner for some coffee?"
"No, that'll just make me a wide awake drunk and what I really want right now is to go to sleep."
"Well, we can't go back to my place. I'm not allowed to have overnight visitors."
"How about you drive my car back to campus?"
"Then how will I get back to town?"
"My roomie went home for the weekend. You can sleep in his bed and I'll bring you back in the morning."
It was definitely a better option than letting him drive drunk so that was what we did. I hadn't had any alcohol at all but I hadn't driven since I got my license a couple of months before so I was nervous. He had a ten-year-old Kia with a stick shift and it took me a while to get the hang of the clutch. Norman's car was an automatic. I stalled out a half a dozen times on the five-mile trip. I had to help Dave into the dorm and when we got upstairs I had to help him in the bathroom before going to his room. Once there he flopped down on the bed. He appeared to be out cold so I undressed him down to his boxer briefs. I was just about to pull the sheet over him when he opened his eyes and spoke.
"I sleep in the nude."
I grinned, dropped the sheet and pulled his underwear off, leaving him lying naked. He seemed to be asleep again so I took advantage of the moment and stared at his body. Dave hadn't mentioned being involved in any sports but he had the kind of slim muscular body I associated with swimmers. Aside from a light, barely noticeable dusting of blond hair on his arms and legs and a trimmed patch of pubic hair, his body was perfectly smooth. His circumcised dick was soft and about three inches long. He was at the same time beautifully wholesome looking and terribly sexy. I gave in to a whim and took his soft dick in my mouth and suckled it for a few seconds, then covered him with the sheet and went across the room to the other bed. I stripped all of my clothes off and went to sleep.
When I awoke I wasn't alone in the bed. Dave was spooning me from behind. I could feel his hardon pressing against my butt and it felt much larger than three inches. I had my usual morning woodie, which was harder than usual thanks to the pressure from behind and from Dave's hand firmly gripping it.
"Good morning, sexy," he whispered in my ear. "Is that tool of yours really as big as I remember it?"
"Only one way to find out," I replied as I rolled over onto my back and pulled the sheet off of us. We each looked down at the other's equipment. His dick looked to be between six and seven inches and was absolutely flawless. I hadn't seen all that many erections in my life but I knew there were all kinds, some attractive, some sexy, some brutish looking. His was beautiful. I wrapped my hand around it and gently stroked it, feeling the silky skin slip through my fingers. He got a slightly firmer grip on my hardon and pumped it. We both moaned at once.
He reached above the head of the bed to the desk and brought back a couple of breath strips. "I want to kiss you so bad and there's no way we're running down the hall to gargle."
As the strips dissolved in our mouths, he placed a hand lightly on either side of my head and kissed me. For what seemed like an hour his mouth made love to mine. He wasn't quite as good as Marcus but the boy definitely knew how to kiss. I ground my hips into his as we made out, having a little sword fight with our hard weapons. When he finally pulled away from my mouth we were both gasping for breath.
"I've just got to have that huge club of yours inside me, Jerry. I haven't been fucked in months and I need it bad."
"No problem, but are you sure you can take it?"
"You'd be surprised what I've fit up my ass. They don't call me the Holland Tunnel for nothing."
"Okay then, it'll be my pleasure."
"Mine too, I assure you."
He took the lube and a condom from the desk and handed them to me. He must have known exactly what he wanted from the moment he woke up because he was all prepared. At first, I doubted his assurance when I inserted a finger into his hole and felt how tight it was, but after working on it just a few minutes he loosened up until I had four fingers in him to the second knuckle. He was ready, so I sheathed my hardon and lubed it up. I lifted his legs over my shoulders and got into position. As soon as I touched the head to his stretched pucker, his hole seemed to suck my dick in. In one push I was buried balls-deep in his hot cavern. I was going to wait for him to get used to the feel but he immediately tightened his ring around my dick and smiled, signaling for me to go ahead.
I started out slow, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back deep within him. It had been two months since I'd done any fucking and I hadn't realized just how much I missed it. After a few minutes Dave indicated he wanted it a bit rougher so I picked up speed and thrust harder into him, trying to hit his nut each time. I must have succeeded because he was grunting and groaning so loud I was worried that his neighbors might hear. It would have been nice to have kept it going for a long time, but after about ten minutes of pounding his ass, I gave in to the sensations spreading from my dick throughout my body and exploded into him. I stopped thrusting as the last bit of semen spurted out of me but left my dick inside him. He hadn't cum yet so I gently lowered his legs and pulled him onto me so that I was kneeling under his butt.
I began stroking his cock and when it looked like he was about to blow, I bent over and was able to get the head in my mouth, so he shot his load into me. After I'd swallowed every drop of his joy juice I finally let my dick slip out of his hole with a plop. I lay down on top of him and kissed him. The taste of his cum was still in my mouth and I shared that with him.
"Man, that was great. I'm not generally a size queen but sometimes I get an itch that only a huge piece of meat can scratch. Yours is just about the biggest I've ever come across."
"I thought you'd said you'd had lots of big ones."
"I was talking about inanimate objects. Sometime I'll have to tell you about my kinky side."
He gave me a spare towel and we showered in the communal bathroom down the hall before getting dressed. We decided to have a late breakfast at the diner when he drove me back into the city. As we were gobbling down our food Dave looked across the highway at the park and nodded.
"So you don't miss the tricks in the bushes, Jerry?"
"Not at all, Dave. Like I said, I did it because I couldn't think of another way out, but it was pretty gross."
"Yeah, I don't mind sex at all, as you've just seen, but I agree that sometimes it's not fun in the park. It's not like I'm desperate for money so I can be a little choosy. If there's no one there I like I can come back another time. I wish there was another way, but I need to make money somehow."
An idea occurred to me. "Have you ever considered being a professional escort?"
"Exactly what do you mean?"
I explained about my relationship with Derek and his suggestion that I could make good money doing that on a regular basis with other guys. I wasn't interested but since Dave had already been working the park for a couple of years he might not find it so objectionable.
"How much do you get for a date like that?"
"Two hundred dollars."
"Shit! Two hundred bucks for dinner or a party and sex with a nice guy in a real bed? Where do I sign up?"
"I don't know. Derek said he knew lots of guys with money who wouldn't mind paying that much for an evening. How about I talk to him and get his advice? Maybe he could introduce you to a couple of guys and then you could meet more through word of mouth."
"I wouldn't have to meet many. One date a month would be almost enough. That would be so much better than all those blow jobs in the park."
"Okay, I'll get in touch with you and let you know. Better give me your cell number."
"Just remember that my business name is Rod."
"Right, and though Derek knows my real name is Jerry he calls me Coy, so keep that in mind."
After I got back to the room I put myself through a one-hour workout. Then, before starting some reading for school I picked up the phone and called Derek. I was a little nervous because I had never been the one to call before. As busy as I knew he was I thought there was a good chance it would go right to voice mail. Instead he surprised me by answering.
"Coy! This is a pleasant surprise. How are you?"
"Pretty good, Derek. How about you?"
"Busy. The primary elections are coming up soon plus I'm helping to fight an anti-gay proposition out in California. I haven't had much time for myself lately. I was going to call you, though."
"Really, what about?"
"Don and Glenn, the couple in New Hope, are having another party next Saturday night. It will probably be my last social engagement for a couple of months. How would you like to go?"
"Sorry, I'm working at Minho next Saturday, but I have an idea. Actually, there are a couple of things I'd like to talk to you about. Would you be free for lunch one day this week?"
"Let me check my schedule. Hang on." The line was silent for a minute. "How about brunch tomorrow? Things get a little crazy for me after that."
"That'd be good. What time?"
"I'll pick you up at 12:30 if that's all right."
"Fine with me. I'll be waiting for you."
I was waiting on the sidewalk when he got there. He had my suit with him. With the way he'd undressed me in his living room after the political dinner, my suit had been a wrinkled mess the next morning, so he'd offered to take it to the cleaners. I ran it up to my room while he waited in the car. From the moment he'd mentioned brunch I assumed we'd be going to The Raven but he surprised me by going north toward Princeton on Route 206.
"We don't have to go to a gay place every time we eat, Jerry. I feel bad going to Princeton without seeing Courtney, but you said you wanted to talk. Besides, I think she had plans for this weekend anyway."
We went to a small but classy place on Nassau Street. The menu was simple but everything sounded great. I decided on the Eggs Benedict. Derek ordered the steak and eggs. The steak was filet mignon, of course. He also ordered a bloody mary for himself and an orange juice for me. Once we had our drinks he asked me why I wanted to talk.
"I had a couple of things in mind. First, there's Minho." I told him about my idea for expanding the place and getting a liquor license and what Kate's response had been. "So I was thinking, maybe you'd like to be their silent partner. I don't know how much money they would need or how much you've got on hand, but I think it would be a great investment. The restaurant is doing really well the way things are and it can only get better."
"It certainly looks that way, but restaurants are notoriously bad investment choices. Most fail in their first year, but every now and then one takes off. I could talk to Kate and Dora about it but I'm not really the silent partner type. I tend to take an active role in my investments."
"That's what Kate said her impression of you was." The disappointment must have been obvious in my voice.
"I appreciate you thinking of me, Coy. Like I said, I'll talk to Kate, but I have a feeling Minho and I would not be a good fit. Now, you said you had a couple of things to talk to me about."
Just then the waitress brought our food so I waited until she had left us alone to start talking about Rod.
"As I said on the phone, I'm working next Saturday so I can't go to the party with you, but I think I might have another date you'd like."
"Oh really? Palming me off on your friends now?"
"Sort of, I guess. I have this friend Rod who is a college student and occasionally hustles for pocket money. He's a really nice guy and hot, too. And he's a little tired of the scene in the park. I told him about how you said I could make lots of money as an escort and he was interested. The party could be just the thing for him to meet prospective clients. Didn't you say several guys were asking about me on New Year's Eve?"
"Yes, they were, but a lot of that had to do with you, your looks and your demeanor. They probably wouldn't be interested in a crude hustler."
"That's not Rod at all. He's a sweetheart, you'll see. He's the all-American college boy type. He's hot, he's adorable and he's really good in bed."
"So you've taken him for a test drive?"
"Oh yeah. I just know you're gonna love him."
"I'll take your word for it then. Give me his number and I'll call him later."
When I had called Derek, I really only meant that I wanted to talk to him over lunch, but somehow we ended up in bed back at his place with him working his magic on my butt. That was his idea and he usually had good ideas. On the ride back to my place I teased him.
"Since I was the one who called you and invited you out, I suppose I should pay you this time."
He chuckled. "You couldn't afford me, Coy. I think we'd better keep our arrangement the way it is."
Late Monday afternoon I was walking through the park on my way to Norman's for dinner when Dave called me.
"Hey Dave, what's up?"
"Me, after talking to that hunk on the phone last night. Your friend Derek sounds like quite a man."
"He is, Dave. Are you going to the party with him?"
"Yeah, we talked all about it. He's even going to print some business cards for me on his computer. Just the name Rod and my phone number. He's going to introduce me to some prospective clients, if he approves of me, that is."
"Don't worry about that. I'm sure he'll like you."
"I hope so. He sounded so sexy on the phone. From that and what you said about his looks, I'm looking forward to going to his place after the party as much as anything else."
"I probably should have mentioned that he's a total top. Are you going to be okay with that?"
"After the way you pounded my butt the other day you have to ask? I may be bi but I'm quite versatile with guys."
"That's good. I would imagine that most of these guys who rent escorts want to top their boy toys, but I'm sure a few want to be fucked by a young stud, too."
"I can handle it either way, Jerry."
"I'm sure you can. Let me know how it goes."
After dinner I told Norman how I'd hooked the two of them up. I didn't mention that I'd slept with both of them over the weekend, but then Norman didn't have to know all the details. As I walked home I thought about what it all meant to me. In a way I felt like I'd passed the torch to Dave. He was better suited to making money by hustling than I was. Not that he was a cold-hearted prostitute, far from it, it's just that he didn't equate sex with love as much as I did so he didn't mind doing it with strangers now and then. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be having sex with Derek anymore and that made me sad. I liked him a lot and would miss the time we spent together, in and out of bed. I was just starting to get to know Dave and I liked him, but now I wasn't sure there would be time for me to get to know him better. Even so, I felt good. I'd done something that could work out really well for two good people and that made me happy.
All day Sunday I was waiting for Dave to call and tell me how his date with Derek went. From experience I knew he'd be spending the night so I didn't expect an early call. I finally heard from him toward the end of the afternoon.
"Sorry I didn't call earlier, Jerry, but I fell asleep the minute I got back to my dorm."
"It sounds like the old man wore you out. Shouldn't it be the other way around?"
"Oh, I'm sure he needed a nap as well. He's really the hot older stud you said he was. I was a little worried that you were exaggerating and he'd turn out to be something less than exciting."
"He's a great guy, Dave. So you had a good time?"
"Yeah, everything was great. The party was pretty typical and the crowd was older than I'm used to, but being with Derek made it good. He introduced me to lots of people and I think I have a few leads."
"Only a few?"
"Well, there were several guys who seemed interested in me but some of them turned me off and Derek warned me off a few others."
"Warned you? What about?"
"Well, he said he doesn't know everyone well but he was just passing along things he'd heard. One guy he said was pretty much a selfish bastard. Another he'd heard was into raunch and another was pretty heavy into S&M. I've decided to stick with vanilla."
"You lost me with some of those words."
"What I meant was that I'm only going to do normal sex, nothing too kinky."
"Oh, okay. Kinky is a word I understand, except I'm not sure what it involves."
"How can you still be so naïve after all you've done, Jerry?"
"I guess I haven't done much that was unusual, that's all. I mean, I've mostly just done oral and anal. To me, rimming is kinky. I don't even know what else is out there."
"Well, if you have to ask you're probably not into it. I'm into pretty normal boring stuff myself. And from what I saw last night, Derek is an expert at making normal anything but boring."
"Yeah, he's pretty good in bed and it's not just the physical part."
"You said it. I love the way he takes charge but he doesn't ever appear to be demanding. He's considerate and gentle but he gets his way in the end. In my end, that is."
"He's going to be a great catch for some guy. Are you interested, Dave?"
"Nah, he's too old for me for a relationship, but he's lots of fun for something casual. Besides, I still have to make a living. I don't think Derek would want his lover renting himself out to others."
"You're right. I think Derek would want monogamy in a relationship. So would I."
"Me, too, so maybe I'm not ready for a relationship. We're both young, Jerry. We've got lots of time for that later. It's time for us to have fun now."
"Yeah, I suppose, but there's no reason why a relationship and fun have to be mutually exclusive. I know one guy I could have a lot of fun having a relationship with."
"Really? Anyone I know?"
"No, he's away at college and he's a little confused about what he wants but I'm hoping he figures it out soon."
"Well, if he has a chance with you and blows it, he is confused. You're a pretty special guy, Jerry, and I'm not just talking about your hot little body or your hot big dick. You're gonna be a great catch for some guy."
"So are you, Dave. Keep me posted on how the new career goes. Maybe we can get together sometime before you go home for summer vacation."
After I got off the phone I lay on the bed and thought about Marcus. Why did my thoughts always come back to him? Patrick, Derek and Dave were all so much more together. They were all great guys with hot bodies and were fun in bed. But Marcus was the one who got to me, who turned me inside out, who could take my breath away with just a smile. And those kisses of his ... I was trying not to obsess about him and count on him, but it was hard. He made me feel the way no one else I'd met had. It was that simple.
To be continued.