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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-Two
As it got closer to the end of April I spent more and more of my free time studying. The GED exam was in the middle of May and that test was very important to me. It would be so much more than an educational achievement. If I passed it I would be considered a high school graduate, which meant I would really be an adult. Everyone I knew was either in college or had graduated from college, so this would be a big step toward getting on the same level as my friends. I couldn't do anything about my age itself but this was something that was under my control.
I didn't have any kind of social life anyway so it didn't matter how much time I spent reading and studying. I went to dinner every Monday at Norman's and spent Wednesday afternoons at the shelter, but other than that I was in my room a lot, either working out or studying. As the weather got nicer I did go for walks in the park but that was about it.
I was working on a Saturday night when I saw Courtney come into the restaurant. She was with a young guy with dark brown hair but from where I was standing I couldn't see his face. I made a trip to the kitchen and by the time I came back Kate had seated them at one of my tables. I headed toward them and Kate passed me on the way. She looked back at the table, then gave me an odd look and shook her head.
Courtney was facing me as I approached the table and she smiled up at me. I was about to greet her but as I got alongside the table I saw her date's face for the first time and stopped short. He looked just like me. He didn't just faintly resemble me; he had my face. I was so shocked I said nothing and just stared open-mouthed. He must have been just as stunned because he just sat there looking up at me. As I stared I noticed some differences. First of all, he was a couple of years older. His hair was cut differently, his eyes were a bit further apart and his nose was a little larger. But his coloring, bone structure, skin and mouth were all me.
Courtney laughed at us as we continued to gawk at each other. "Didn't I tell you you had a double, Chipper? Although to be honest, until now, seeing you together, I didn't realize just how close the resemblance was. Chipper, this is Coy. Coy, this is my friend Chipper."
Chipper put out his hand and we shook. I felt what seemed like an electric jolt run through me as I touched him. "Nice to meet y'all." At least with his thick southern drawl he sounded nothing like me.
"Yeah, nice to meet you, too. How do you know Courtney?"
"She and I are in the same economics class. When we met back at the beginning of the semester she said she knew someone who looked just like me but I didn't think much of it. I'm pretty average looking so I hear that a lot. But damn, she was right. How do you two know each other?"
I wasn't sure just what to say but Courtney wasn't the least bit embarrassed. "Coy's been dating my father off and on."
"Your father?" Chipper looked at me in surprise. "Damn, boy, aren't you a little young for her father?"
I blushed. "We're more friends than anything else." I glared at Courtney, who giggled back at me.
Just then Kate walked by and cleared her throat. I realized I'd been standing there way too long so I took their drink orders and moved on. When I got to the kitchen, Dora looked up at me.
"Are you okay, Jerry? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Not a ghost, more like my twin." I explained about the guy with Courtney.
"They say everyone has a double somewhere. I'll have to slip out and try to take a peek. You're so cute I'd love to see two of you."
I was able to act pretty normal the rest of the evening although every time I looked at Chipper I did a double-take. He seemed like a nice guy and he and Courtney got along well. When he went to the men's room I teased her about him.
"So is Chipper your boyfriend? Does that mean you've had the hots for me all along?"
"You should be so lucky. I'm afraid you'll have to settle for only one member of the Sloan family. But Chipper and I are just friends. He had a girlfriend earlier in the semester but they're not seeing each other any more. I don't think it was anything serious."
"So he's not gay then?"
"Not as far as I know. He might be bi but he hasn't said or done anything to indicate that. Why, are you interested in him? That would be a little narcissistic, don't you think?"
"Don't be silly. He looks like me and I think I'm boring looking. It's just that he seemed shocked that I was seeing your father because of his age, not his gender."
"Homosexuality doesn't shock many people these days, Coy, even southerners."
Just then Chipper came back and sat down. "My ears were burning. Y'all must have been talking about me."
"Coy was just asking me if you were available, Chip. I think he likes you."
"Courtney! That's not what I said."
"Well, I'm flattered, Coy, but you're not really my type. Sorry about that."
"Nothing to be sorry about. Courtney's just trying to embarrass me."
"Yes, I am but you're too easy, Coy. Say, have you ever been up to Princeton?"
"Sure, I've been there to eat a couple of times."
"I was talking about the university, not the town."
"Oh, I've seen it from Nassau Street but I've never actually been on campus."
"You should come up next weekend. There're going to be all kinds of parties because it's the last weekend before finals."
"Yeah, my dorm is having a big end-of-semester beer bash Saturday night," Chipper added.
"I don't know, guys. I don't think I'd fit in with all of those smart college kids."
"Now don't you be putting yourself down, Coy. Sure it's a damn good school and you have to have a lot on the ball to make it there, but quite a few of us only got in because our fathers went there. That's how it worked for Courtney and me, anyhow."
"Still, I don't think it would be a good idea. I don't have a car so I'd have to take a bus to get there. And then I'd probably have to leave as soon as the parties started or I'd miss the last bus back."
"Don't worry about that, Coy. I could give you a ride back."
"Not if you've been drinking beer all night, Chipper. Forget that, Coy, you could stay in my room and I'd give you a ride back in the morning."
"I don't think that would be proper, Courtney. People would talk, especially considering his relationship with your father. He could stay in my room."
"And that would be proper?" Courtney raised her eyebrows. "People wouldn't talk about that?"
"Of course not. I'm a southern gentleman."
By the time they left I'd agreed to take the bus up Saturday afternoon and meet Courtney in front of Nassau Hall at six. Courtney and I exchanged phone numbers in case anything came up. I was looking forward to the visit and the weekend. I'd enjoyed Courtney when I first met her. She had a lot of her father's personality. And she and Chipper seemed to have an easy rapport. They constantly teased each other but never stepped over the line. I wasn't sure how I'd get along with other Princeton students, but if I stayed with them I'd probably have a good time. After no social life at all for several weeks I could use a good party.
I ended up taking the train to Princeton on Saturday afternoon. For such a short trip it was complicated. The first stop north of Trenton was Princeton Junction and I had to get off there and take a five-minute shuttle train ride into Princeton itself. The whole trip including the layover was less than twenty minutes. When I checked the schedule for the return trip I found they ran pretty late at night, except the shuttle was timed to meet northbound trains and I needed a southbound train back to Trenton, so I could be stuck at the Princeton Junction station for nearly an hour layover in the middle of the night. I decided my best option might be staying over and getting a ride back in the morning, although I wasn't sure how comfortable I'd be sleeping in either Courtney's or Chipper's room. Maybe after a few beers I wouldn't care. I'd thrown a change of socks and underwear in my knapsack along with toothpaste, a toothbrush and deodorant, some condoms and lube, so I was prepared for anything.
I only had to ask directions three times to find Nassau Hall, an impressive building that looked two hundred years old. Most of the buildings I'd seen on campus looked pretty old, though. Courtney was waiting in front all by herself.
"Where's Chipper?"
"Aren't I enough for you? Or were you lying when you said you weren't into him?"
"No, it's not that. I just assumed you'd both meet me, since the party you were talking about is in his dorm."
"He's got his first exam Monday morning so he wanted to get as much studying in as he could. Maybe he's planning on not feeling too well tomorrow. Anyway, he said he'd meet us at the party."
Courtney took the lead and gave me a brief tour of the campus. It was absolutely beautiful, like nothing I'd ever seen. I figured it must cost about a million dollars a year to go to school there. When it was starting to get dark we went into town and had burgers at a café. Courtney kept looking at me as we ate.
"He doesn't look exactly like you. I can see differences when I look for them."
"Well sure, we're not twins. There's lot of differences."
She looked thoughtful. "He's a freshman like me which means he's eighteen or nineteen. So are you, but he definitely looks older."
I felt a little uneasy. It was one thing to lie about my age and chalk it up to looking young, but next to someone who really was that age and looked so much like me the difference was obvious.
"I think that may just be because he shaves and I don't. Having a little stubble can make you look older."
"Shouldn't you be shaving at nineteen?"
"I do, once a week, which is more than I had to last year." Actually I'd shaved once and then only my upper lip, but I had to say something. "Next year I'll probably be shaving every day."
"So be honest now, don't you find Chipper at all sexy? Aren't you at least a little curious about him?"
"Well, sure, but it's kind of weird to think of him that way. It's like getting off looking in the mirror. Like you said, it's narcissis ... whatever."
"You don't have to be so modest. Coy. You're a cute guy. You're allowed to like the way you look."
"That's just it, Courtney. I do think I'm cute, but cute is a long way from hot. Yet I look at Chipper and think he's hot. That makes me feel weird, like I'm stuck on myself or something."
"I don't think you are but I think everyone is a touch narcissistic. We just block it out because we think it's too egotistical. Don't worry about it. Besides, if it makes you feel uncomfortable, think of how he must feel. He's straight."
"You think he was attracted to me?" I was surprised to feel a little twitch in my groin when I thought about that.
"I don't know if it was anything sexual but he couldn't take his eyes off you all through dinner last week. I even caught him staring at your butt once. And every time I saw him this week he talked about you."
"That doesn't mean anything. The resemblance alone is pretty fascinating."
I was plumping up pretty good thinking about Chipper staring at my butt so I changed the subject and asked about Derek. That kept us off Chipper until we got to the party although it didn't help my semi-hardon go down much.
Chipper was waiting for us when we got to the dorm. He took us up to his room first so I could drop off my knapsack, then we went back down to the party. Our first stop was the keg and we got some beer, then he took me around and introduced me to people. Some of them were just what I was afraid of, brainy snobs. A few went out of their way to make me feel out of place but most just ignored me. I felt a little better after listening to a couple of guys arguing about two early twentieth century writers and realized they sounded just like the queens at Buddies discussing contestants on American Idol. It was the same mentality, just a different subject. Most of the kids were nice, though, and I had a pretty good time. Parties weren't really my thing but Courtney and Chipper stuck close to me and I enjoyed hanging with them. About ten-thirty Courtney excused herself, saying she had a sorority party she had to drop in on.
"I guess this means I won't be staying in your room tonight?"
"No, Chipper was right about that. Guys stay in girl's rooms all the time but there's no point in either one of us getting a reputation. Besides, you'll probably feel more comfortable staying with a guy, even a straight one."
"Okay, but you're giving me a ride back to Trenton in the morning, right?"
"Sure thing. Call me when you're ready to go."
After that Chipper made sure to stick even closer to me. We talked quite a bit and got to know each other a little, but parties like that aren't good for in-depth conversations. I wasn't used to drinking beer and I didn't keep up with him, but I did manage to put away a lot of it. By the time we left the party and went upstairs to his room I was feeling no pain. Neither was he. We both had to stop at the bathroom to get rid of a little of the beer. Standing next to him at the urinal I automatically glanced down to check him out. His dick was soft, but not totally, and looked huge. Not bigger than mine, but bigger than most I'd seen. When I looked up I noticed he was looking down at me. He blushed when I caught him.
"Sorry Coy, couldn't resist the urge to see just how alike we are."
"That's okay, even straight guys who don't look alike check each other out, or so I'm told."
We went to his room and began to undress somewhat self-consciously. We were both looking each other over while pretending not to. When we got down to our boxers he laughed.
"Okay, enough of the bullshit. We're both dying to check each other out so let's stop the charade."
I turned to face him and we stood about five feet apart and stared at each other. He was about an inch taller than me and he didn't have the muscle definition I did, but other than that it was like looking in a mirror. I was pretty objective when looking at my own body but on him it looked hot.
"Shall we complete the comparison, Coy?" He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and began to lower them. I was too fascinated by his slow striptease to follow suit. I just stared as his brown pubic hair came into sight and then as his dick slowly appeared. It seemed like his shorts were halfway to his knees before the head of his dick popped free. He was quite engorged but nowhere near hard. It looked like he was every bit as big as me. His boxers fell to the floor and he stepped out of them and smiled.
"Okay, your turn, or do you want some music to accompany you?"
I took a deep breath and slowly pushed my shorts down. My strip wasn't as sexy as his, but I think my dick was a bit harder.
"Damn, you're big," he breathed as I stepped out of my shorts. "Some of the guys used to compare in prep school and I had the biggest cock by far, but you look as big as me. Let's get them hard and see who's bigger."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Chipper. You forget that I'm gay and I've had more than a few beers. I'm having enough trouble not jumping your bones as it is. If I get any more aroused I might not be able to control myself."
"Maybe this will make you feel better, then." He crossed the room, gently took my face in his hands and kissed me. I literally saw stars when his lips parted and his tongue slipped into my mouth and touched mine. It wasn't the same kind of excitement that I felt with Marcus, but there was an instant bonding of a sort. It was like he entered me along with his tongue and we were a part of each other. We kissed for so long I began to feel dizzy. When we finally pulled apart I was rock-hard and so was he. We stepped back and stared at each other in awe.
"Damn, I want you like I've never wanted anyone, Coy."
He pulled me toward the bed and we lowered ourselves on it as we resumed our kiss. He lay on top of me and slowly worked his mouth down my body, licking, kissing, nibbling and sucking. He skipped my cock at first and spent some time on my balls, sucking first one and then the other into his mouth. Then he flicked his tongue around my head before sucking it in. He bobbed up and down, swallowing more of my shaft each time, swirling his tongue around the head at the same time. This was definitely not his first blowjob. He knew just what he was doing.
He swiveled his body around until his dick was in my face. I played around with his balls before going down on him. I had my own technique that was similar to his and in no time my nose was in his pubes. I'd never sucked a schlong that big but it fit nicely down my throat. He didn't seem to have any trouble with mine either. It was nice to finally meet someone who could deep throat me. We brought each other to the edge a couple of times and then backed off. Without saying anything we seemed to agree that we didn't want this to end soon. I reached around his hips and squeezed his ass cheeks, kneading them in my hands. He spread my legs a bit and worked a hand between them, running a fingertip in that sensitive area between my balls and anus. I wet a finger with saliva and touched his pucker. He gasped as I did so I took that as an okay to go further. As I worked the finger into his hot chute he was doing the same to me. We sucked and finger fucked each other until we both almost came. He pulled off and came back up to my face.
"I really want to fuck you, Coy, but I haven't got any protection."
"Never fear, I've got some stuff in my knapsack." I scrambled out of bed and dug a handful of condoms and some lube from my bag. I handed them to him as I got myself into position on my back, legs spread, a pillow under my butt. He put some lube on his fingers and worked one back into my hole. Gradually he added a second and then a third. He twisted and turned them into me and I tried forcing my ass onto his hand as much as I could. Finally, I thought I was ready.
"Go ahead, Chipper. Do it!"
"You think your Yankee ass can handle this monster?" he asked as he unrolled the magnum condom over it and lubed it up.
"I can take whatever you have to give, Reb. Now fuck me!"
And he did. He entered me slowly and gave me time to get used to the intrusion of his massive member, but once he was in he gave me a pounding like I'd never experienced before. He just kept fucking harder and faster as if he was losing control the longer we went at it. I didn't mind at all since I had lost control long before. He stared down into my eyes the whole time and I was lost in his. A couple of times he stopped to cool down but then resumed fucking as soon as the urge to come had passed. At long last my hole was starting to feel sore so I pulled on my dick to take me over the edge. As soon as I started shooting and clamping down on his rod, he exploded into me.
Later, after we'd cleaned up a bit, we cuddled.
"Damn, that was amazing, Coy. I've never met a guy who could take my whopper before."
"You mean that was your first fuck?"
"First with a guy. I've fucked a couple of girls but even they had trouble with it."
"So you're bi then?"
"More or less. I like both, but I'll probably end up with a girl. It's a little more socially acceptable down in small-city Georgia."
"I guess you're not out to anyone. Courtney thought you were straight."
"Bull! She's been trying to figure me out all semester. I bet she set this whole thing up just to see what would happen. But you're right, I'm not out. I'm following my father's suggestion to be discreet."
"Your father knows?"
"Yeah, he caught me fooling around with a boy a few years ago. I thought he'd whoop the tar out of me but he was pretty cool about it. Said that as long as I remembered my family obligations and was discreet, I could have whatever fun I wanted on the side."
"Family obligations?"
"Yeah, you know, carrying on the name, taking over the business, maintaining our social position."
"Sounds like a lot of responsibility and pressure."
"It's been drummed into me since I was born so it's like second nature, not pressure."
"So what's the family business?"
"Banking. My great-great grandfather was a carpetbagger after the War Between the States. He's the one who started our Princeton tradition. He also started a bank and the family has run it ever since. My grandfather is chairman and my dad is president. I'm being trained to take over."
"I thought most banks were part of huge corporations these days."
"Most are and I'm sure ours will be bought out before I'm much older, but I have to be ready to take over just in case. What's your family like?"
"Non-existent. I never knew my father and my mother passed away a few years ago. Now there's just my great-aunt and me, but she's in a nursing home."
"Damn, I couldn't imagine being on my own like that. Family has always been a big thing for me."
"Well, we get what we get. We don't pick our families."
"That's true and I guess we get used to whatever it is we've got."
I snuggled up against him and felt my dick stirring again.
"So, you'd never fucked a guy before, but have you ever been fucked?"
He smiled. "A few times."
"Ever have one as big as mine inside you?"
"No, but I'd love to try. Think you're up to it?"
"Absolutely. Nothing I'd like better."
We did have a little trouble cramming my big tool up his ass but once it was in he proved to be as capable a bottom as a top. I must have fucked him over half an hour in several different positions before we both exploded again. This time we both fell asleep almost as soon as our orgasms ended.
In the morning we were both too sore to fuck again so we settled for a nice sixty nine session that gave us each a little protein to start our day. After showering and dressing we went to the dining hall for breakfast.
"Coy is an unusual name. Where does it come from?"
"I don't know exactly. My mother always said it was a family name. It's actually my middle name. Chipper's not exactly common either, you know."
"It's a nickname."
"Yeah, I figured. Did you take it from that baseball player?"
"A lot of people think that because I'm from Georgia, but it's actually because I look like my dad. I'm a 'chip off the old block', as they say. All of the men in my family have the same name so we all go by nicknames. I suppose it could be worse. My grandfather's seventy-five and everyone still calls him Bobby."
"I've got a few nicknames. I'll answer to just about anything."
"Well, I hope you answer to me again. I've got exams all week and I'm leaving for the summer next Saturday, but I'd really like to see you again. How about Friday night?"
"I'd love to. Should I plan on spending the night again?"
'Of course, but I don't just want more fantastic sex. I'd like to get to know you better. I feel like there's some connection between us. I don't mean in a sappy romantic way, but there's something special here."
"Yeah, I felt that, too, Chipper. Maybe I can come up in the afternoon and we can spend some time together before we're forced to go to bed."
"Forced? The only two things we're gonna be forcing are eight or nine inches each."
"Enough of that talk or I'm not going to be able to stand up and walk out of here. "
"Yeah, we'd cause quite a stir walking out of here with matching tents."
Courtney gave me a ride home in her black Sebring convertible. It wasn't really warm enough but she put the top down and turned up the heat after I told her I'd never been in a convertible before. She kept glancing sideways at me all the way back to Trenton.
"You made it with Chipper, didn't you? You got laid!"
"What makes you say that?" I wasn't sure Chipper would want me to out him.
"You've got that just-fucked look. You're positively glowing. C'mon, you've got to tell me. I set this whole thing up just to find out. He's gay, isn't he?"
"Bi, really," I gave in. "But I think he likes girls more."
"Yeah, right. You gonna see him again?"
"Friday, but just 'cause we want to get to know one another better."
"Yeah, right."
To be continued.