Home After the Tournament: Chapter 4
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Chapter 4: The Boy with The Dragon Tattoo
Part 1: The ARRIVAL
"Hey handsome!" Patrick said to me the second he opened the door. It made me happy to watch his expression change from serious and focused to a big, broad smile when our eyes met. "You made good time!" He added, hugging me. He kissed me and wrapped his strong arms around me. I loved the feeling of his rough goatee against my lips. His soft, wet tongue played with mine. His hands slid across my back in opposite directions. His left hand slid up to the back of my neck where his fingertips played with the back of my hairline and then grabbed a handful of my long curls. His right hand slid down to my ass where he playfully grabbed my left ass cheek through the soft denim of my well-worn jeans. I moaned into his mouth. It was hot to be kissed in the hallway where anyone could step out of their apartment and see us - and it was so nice to be met with such enthusiasm. I could tell he'd missed me and was looking forward to this as much as I had been.
I was horny throughout the entire three hour drive thinking about our last, hot encounter the night Will and I went back to Patrick's best friend, Caleb's house after our wild night at the Club. The tournament weekend seemed like much longer ago than the two weeks it had actually been. Patrick had taken my ass virginity and I'd liked it so much more than I'd expected. After doing it doggie style though, I was looking forward to being able to see him while we were doing it - and I wanted to fuck him. I'd been fantasizing about taking him from behind and filling him with my seed like he'd done to me. Well, filling my condom anyway. I wanted to play safe. It felt like I knew Patrick but in reality, I barely knew him at all.
I'd googled how to prepare for getting fucked and done what I could in advance. I wasn't sure how it was going to go, but I wanted to start right now.
I humped into him and grabbed his ass with both hands. I could feel his hardon through his jeans and moaned into his mouth again. It was hot knowing he'd been horny with anticipation as well.
We moved into his condo and managed to get the door shut before I dropped to my knees and started frantically undoing his belt and his zipper. I'd been craving the feeling of his uncut cock in my mouth ever since the night after the club. I loved the feeling of his soft foreskin rolling over his plump cock head. I couldn't wait to feel it again. I grabbed his jeans and his boxer briefs from both sides and yanked them down to his ankles. His boner flung around, bouncing in the air until I grabbed it with my right hand and guided it into my mouth. I moaned like someone had given me a delicious dessert.
"Yes!" Patrick whispered loudly and grabbed my head gently and ran his fingers through my hair. I reached around and grabbed his fuzzy ass. His glutes were hard and I felt them clenching as flexing as he pumped into my face. His fat cock filled my mouth as I tried desperately to get my nose against his short, curly pubes.
My boner was so uncomfortable in my jeans, I had to let it free. I awkwardly worked to undo my jeans, scooted them down to my thighs and grabbed my cock - all while still managing to swirl my tongue around Patrick's plump cock head in my mouth.
I started stroking myself - faster than I should have but it felt so good and I was so horny. I missed Patrick's hot body. I grabbed his heavy ball sack with my left hand and he moaned as I tugged on it and rolled his fuzzy nuts around in my hand. Then I slid my hand between his legs trying to find his pucker. I wanted to fuck him. His ass cheeks were clenched tight, not letting me in. I decided to save that for later and slid my middle finger up his crack and played with that spot at the top that love while I pulled him further into me. I opened my throat and finally got my nose in his bush. I tightened my lips around his shaft and sucked hard.
"Oh my god!" Patrick yelled and thrust even tighter against my face. I knew that feeling well - like you can't get far enough into their mouth. "Fuck yeah!" He said as he held my head tight against his pelvis until I started to gag and he released me. I pulled off and started coughing, spit drooling from my mouth. "Sorry, Matt." He added and he sounded genuinely sincere.
I gave my cock a couple more strokes. "I'm good, man." I said. "Just needed some air." Then I dove back down on his cock and tasted the sweet precum that was hanging off the end.
"It's so hot watching you jack off while you blow me." Patrick said. I felt my cock drool. Knowing he was looking down at me stroking and sucking made me crazy horny. I'd just sucked Ethan's cock yesterday and it felt like a week ago. I'd done basically nothing but fantasize about every cock I'd sucked in the last couple of weeks on the long drive here - Patrick's, Will's, Dix's, Ethan's. There'd been a constant wet spot in my shorts the entire drive. I even had a boner walking from the car to the men's room at the rest stop on the way. It was embarrassing and hard not just jerk off into the urinal. I ended up having to go into a stall to take a piss because standing at the urinal with a boner made me too horny to piss.
"Give me your nut." I said as I briefly released him for air again.
"I'm getting close." Patrick said. "What about your nut? I've been waiting two weeks to get that fat fucker back in my mouth." He added and pulled me up. He bent at the waist and started sucking my cock. Then he dropped to his knees and it was my turn to watch him blow me while he jacked his own cock and played with my balls. His tight tee shirt hugged his muscular shoulders and biceps like they were going to rip through the fabric.
"Fuck. I forgot how fucking big your balls are. I fucking love these tanks, Bro. Damn."
'Bro'? I thought to myself. He sounded like Eric and Jake and I was reminded that he was a decade younger than me. That made me think about Jake. I pictured his beautiful, long, curved cock as it spewed its load right at my face Monday night and I almost came. I had to abruptly pull out of Patrick's mouth.
"What's wrong?" Patrick said. "Teeth? I'm sorry-"
"No. No." I said cutting him off. "Your mouth feels fucking amazing. Too good. You got me too close. I've been day-dreaming about this all the way here. I don't wanna cum yet." I said both stretching and hiding the truth. Patrick smiled and sat down on his heels stroking his slick boner.
"You wanna move somewhere more comfortable?" He asked. "The bedroom?"
"Let's save the bedroom for later. Show me the place." I said as I pulled my jeans back up over my furry ass leaving my junk hanging out with my briefs tucked under my tight nut sack. That wasn't very comfortable so I flipped the waist band up over my boner so I was back inside my briefs again but left the button fly of my jeans hanging open and my bush peeking out over the top of my waistband.
Patrick simply stepped out of his jeans and briefs and walked naked in front of me with his faded yellow tee shirt just covering the top of his ass cleavage. I could have walked behind this view for miles. His firm ass cheeks slowly shifting from side to side. I looked down to see the wet spot form on my tighty whities as I felt more precum ooze out watching him walk.
"This is the living room." Patrick said after we'd walked down a long hall. He had what appeared to be expensive art on the walls but I was too distracted by his ass to pay enough attention to know how expensive. This condo was nice. The hardwood floors flowed down two steps to a sunken living room. Across from us was a huge expanse of floor to ceiling glass. The ceilings had to be at least ten feet high and from the 18th floor he had an amazing view of the city. Off to the right was a dining room that looked as if it had never been used. Everything was perfectly placed like it was in an interior design magazine. Behind us was a gourmet kitchen. I say gourmet because the refrigerator door was paneled in the same cherry wood veneer as the sleek cabinets next to it. That's how you can tell. I wondered if that meant Patrick was a gourmet cook as well or if he mostly ordered take out when he got home from work so late every night.
"This place is beautiful." I said. "You have great taste too. Did you pick all this stuff out yourself? Or did you have a designer do it?"
Patrick laughed. "You're very kind. I did it myself. I still have a few things I want to replace or upgrade. I'm not a partner yet though so, some of it will have to wait." He paused and then walked toward me and wrapped his arms around me and we kissed. It was strange to just kiss like a couple would kiss - not in throes of horny passion. He kissed me like he liked me - not like he wanted me that very second. That's the only way I'd ever kissed a man. He wanted me. I could tell that. But this was different. I wasn't sure if it was a good different. This dating thing was strange. It didn't feel like we were on the same page - or in the same place. He was a good kisser though so I just went with it. "You want a glass of wine?"
"I'm not much of wine drinker - at least when it's not paired with food. You got a beer?" I said.
"Always." Patrick said and walked to the fancy fridge.
"That's a great view." I said staring at his ass as he walked.
"I know. The skyline is even better at night. You're gonna love it." He said which made me laugh.
He turned and looked at me confused.
"I wasn't talking about that view."
Patrick looked down at his pantsless state as though he'd forgotten he was naked from the waist down and blushed which made him even more adorable.
He pulled two bottles of Sam Adams from the door and set them on the granite island top. The bottles started sweating. Patrick bent down to grab a bottle opener from a drawer exposing his ball sack from behind below his hairy ass crack. I wanted to lick it. My boner tented the front of my underwear. "Nice ass." I said in the sexiest low growl I could muster.
Patrick turned toward me and blushed again as he popped the tops off the bottles and handed me one. "Thank you." He said as he clinked our bottles together across the island. We each took a big swig and I walked around the counter to embrace him again. I reached for his hard cock and stroked him as we kissed again. Then I set my bottle down and groped his scrotum with that cold hand making him jump and laugh into my mouth.
I went back down on my knees and starting sucking him again. Patrick playfully rested his bottle on my head and we both laughed again. He finally set his beer down as I really started bobbing up and down on his dick. I wanted his load in my mouth.
"C'mon, Paddy. Give me your load." I said and swallowed him again.
"Fuck." He gasped and gently grabbed the back of my head.
I pulled off again. "How long has it been?" I asked, continuing to stroke him as I took breaks to speak.
"Since when?" He asked between ragged breaths. "Since I got a blow job? You know the answer to that. You were the one doing it." I suddenly felt really slutty. I sucked Will's cock and Ethan's and even had Jake cum on my face since I'd had Patrick's dick in my mouth.
"I meant since you'd cum." I said.
"Oh, this morning. In the shower. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't cum too fast tonight." He said and laughed sheepishly. I smiled on his cock. "What about you?"
"Last night." I said and omitted the part about it being in front of a stranger with someone else's stiff cock up my ass. "I wanted to this morning in the shower. And then again at a rest stop. And then I considered just whipping it out on the road too. I've been so horny thinking about you. But I wanted to stay horny so kept it in my pants."
"You're very thoughtful." Patrick said smiling and then rolling his eyes back in his head as I took him all the way down again. I was getting pretty good at this.
"Stop. I'm getting close. I want to fuck you again. I've jerked off every day thinking about that hairy man ass."
"Ok. As long as I get your ass later." I said angling for reciprocation this time.
"We'll see." He said. "Stand up." He ordered in a forceful way that didn't fit his personality. It was sort of hot though so I did as I was told and he spun me around and yanked my Jean and briefs down together just like I'd done to him. I felt the cold air on my naked body. Patrick dropped to his knees. He grabbed my butt cheeks and spread them apart - and he dove in to eat my hole. I moaned and fell over onto the granite island. I stepped out of one leg of my jeans and bent my knees a little to spread my legs. I arched myself back and enjoyed his mouth on my sensitive hole. He really was an expert at this task.
"Holy Fuck, that feels good." I moaned. "Are you gonna fuck me right here?" I asked, knowing the answer, and liking it. I didn't think he'd be so aggressive. I thought we'd have a beer and have a nice, respectable dinner date before I'd be expected to put out.
Patrick stood up. He swiped his fingers through a plate of soft butter on the counter and pushed his middle finger up my ass. A few seconds later, he slid two slippery fingers up my hole and started pounding his remaining knuckles against my left butt cheek as he finger fucked me. I grunted, even though it felt good. He got right up behind me and grabbed my hips. I felt him aligning his stiff cock with my crack. He held his boner and slapped it against each fuzzy butt cheek and then slid it up and down my dark, dense crevasse. Then I felt him push hard into me. His cock slipped and banged the back of my balls. They jiggled back and forth. I reached down and held them in one hand to keep them out of the way until his dick was safely inside and they could swing freely again.
He pushed again. I knew to push out at the right time and felt relaxed and confident since I'd prepared my ass for this before the drive. I felt his spongy head poke through and his stiff shaft slide inside me. I arched my back to make it easier. He slowly pushed all the way in until I felt his bush against my ass. "Yes, Matt. I'm going to fuck you."
I was a little freaked out that he hadn't put on a condom but I knew he hadn't been with anyone but me in a long time and he knew I was a newbie. "Are you fucking me raw?" I finally broke down and asked without thinking about how that would come off.
"Fuck. I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted your ass so badly. I couldn't stop." He said. "Let me go grab a condom." He pulled out and I watched him jog down the hall in his tee shirt and bare ass. My ass felt empty. I decided to relocate a few feet away so I was bending over the back of his chocolate brown leather sofa. I felt butter drip down the back of my thigh as I stepped down into the living room. The leather felt cool against my sweaty body. He came jogging back around the corner looking confused until he spotted me.
"This looked more comfortable...for getting fucked over." I said. Patrick laughed as he tore open the condom wrapper and unrolled it over his dick. "Also, did you stick butter up my ass?" He laughed again.
"I'm so sorry. Was that rude?" He said, suddenly more serious and contrite. "I was desperate."
"Whatever works." I said laughing back and spreading my legs further for him. He bent down and licked my hole.
"Tasty lube." He said and he spit at my pucker and spit on his cock. Then he slid his thumbs in from each side to stretch me out again before shoving his cock in me again. "Fuck yeah. I love your fucking hairy ass so much!"
"Umph!" I grunted as he entered me again. I backed into him and we got into a perfect rhythm for a few minutes. I was actually very comfortable bent over the back of the couch with my chest on the cushions. My hard cock was mashed up against the back and I felt my precum dripping down the leather making a quiet squeaking sound as he pounded me. "Give me that load!" I yelled. "Fuck me!...harder. Pound my ass, you fucking stud!" I yelled and then realized I was dating myself. I hadn't heard anyone use the term 'stud' for years. Patrick didn't seem to notice. He was more concerned about his neighbors.
"SSHHhhhh!" He yelled but then grunted nearly as loudly which made us both bust out laughing again.
"Do your...neighbors...not know...what a...hot...fuck boy... you are?" I said between his thrusts as he slammed his sweaty, matted bush against my sweaty, matted ass.
"I guess...they do...now!" He said, breathing heavily and holding onto my shoulders now.
"You gonna...cum up...my hole now?" I asked. "C'mon...dump your...load."
"Yes...Yes!...YYYEEESSSS!!" He yelled and I could feel the pulse and twitch of his cock at my pucker. I could smell the weird mix of sex and ass and butter. He finally pulled out and I turned my head around just as he was pulling off his condom. He let it hang from his fingers showing off his load weighing down the tip of the rubber.
"Nice heavy load, my friend. You ready for mine?" I said as I turned around and leaned back against the sofa with my legs spread waiting for a hole to put my boner in. "You need me to get the butter for your ass now?"
"I want it in my mouth." He said and dropped down to knees again and starting blowing me. I wasn't sure if he was avoiding me fucking him or actually just hungry to suck my dick.
You could tell he'd been sucking cock for a long time. He did it so naturally. He had system of swirling his mouth around my thick cock head and then sucking my entire length down and bobbing a few times before repeating the procedure. My technique was all over the place as I was still figuring out what worked and what felt good. I hadn't yet found my system. He was gently massaging my balls as though it were second nature. He wasn't even thinking about it. I still had trouble multitasking. I'd concentrate on the head for a few minutes and remember I should be trying to suck down the whole shaft and then focus on the balls and forget about even continuing to stroke the cock while I played with their nuts. I just needed more practice. I couldn't remember wanting to practice anything before. Practice that wasn't a chore.
"You're so good at this. You've been doing it a long time. When did you start?" I asked forgetting that he'd have to release my cock to answer.
"I sucked off my best friend in eighth grade." He said and went back down on me.
"That's hot! Such a horny age." I said.
"Mmm Hmmm." He hummed onto my cock which felt great. I want to keep asking him questions that required an affirmative response.
"Did he return the favor?" I asked.
"Mmmm Hmmm." He added, nodding. The vibrations felt so good.
"That's hot!" I said. I pictured him as a teenager. I bet he looked like Eric's friend Nick. I wished he'd been there the day that the boys all wanted their pubes trimmed. I wanted a closer look at his manhood. "Did you both swallow that first time?"
"Mmmm Hmmm." He hummed again on my dick.
"That's so fucking hot." I said.
"You're getting distracted. I want your nut." He said and went back down on me.
"This is not a distraction. Picturing you giving your first blow job to a buddy in junior high is totally getting me off. I'm really close." I said. He nodded on my dick.
"Did anyone ever catch you?" I asked.
"Mmmm Hmmm." He hummed again. Holy fuck. That made me so horny. I was so close.
"Who?" I asked.
He pulled off my dick but instinctively continued to stroke me. "His older brother."
"Holy fuck!" I said and launched a volley of semen right at his face. My knees buckled and I moaned. Two days in a row now I was so turned on by a situation I just spontaneously came without warning. Patrick caught my second shot in his mouth without even altering his strokes. He pumped my load into his mouth and moaned like I was shooting birthday cake frosting through my piss slit. "Holy fuck that was hot." I added once I caught my breath and could speak again. Patrick was cleaning off my boner and swirling his tongue around my head. My knees buckled again and I had to gently tap his head and pull out. "Stop! I can't take anymore." I said. "That was unbelievable."
"What did you eat before you came?" He asked. I gave him a confused look. I wasn't sure if he was happy or complaining. He apparently read my reaction. "Your cum tasted so good." He smiled and stuck his mouth over the head of my dick again and suck the last drips of my load out. "Yum."
"Um. I'm not sure. A pineapple orange drink from the gas station. I've sworn off soda. You think that was it?"
"Not sure. Probably. I'll have to do a taste comparison later. He said smiling again and got up off his knees. He hugged me and we made out for a minute. His mouth tasted like buttery cum and beer. I loved it. My cock stayed hard and I reached down to stroke it.
"I'm so horny. You are so...cute." I said and thought maybe he wouldn't find that flattering. "And hot." I added. He smiled and kissed me again. Apparently 'cute' worked for him. I bent over and took his fat cock in my mouth again and starting sucking it. I could taste the remnants of his cum load still dripping from his plump head. "You taste so good too. And your cock is so...pretty. Is that a weird thing to say about a dick?"
Patrick laughed. "Maybe but I like it. Who doesn't want to hear they have a pretty dick? There are some ugly fucking cocks out there." I went back down on him and felt his cock start to expand again. "Stop." He added. "I'm still too sensitive. Besides, we have to wait. We have all weekend. What do you want to do?"
"Whatever you want. You said you were gonna show me the town. What's on the tourist list?" I said.
"I'm taking you out to dinner. But our reservation's not 'til 8:30 so we have time to do something before. I wasn't sure how long it would take you to get here. You up for a little bar hopping?"
"Sure. What'd you have in mind? I need to dress appropriately." I said.
I know a great little dive bar. Kind of a biker bar. How does that sound?" He asked.
"Sounds cool to me. Are we dressing for biker bar or restaurant?" I asked.
"The restaurant tonight isn't that fancy - kind of an old-school Italian joint I've been going to for years. So we can be casual." Patrick said.
"Sounds good. Show me to my quarters so I can freshen up." I said smiling.
"Oh, fuck. I didn't even give you a tour." Patrick said. "I was overcome with lust." He said smiling. "Let me show you to your guest suite."
"And by guest suite, I hope you mean your bed." I said.
"You're so perceptive." He said and he took me by the hand. I pulled away and he turned and gave me a sad puppy face. I busted out laughing.
"Forgive me. You lead the way. I want to enjoy the view some more." I said and looked down at his ass peeking out under his faded gold tee shirt again, only now it had noticeable sweat stains in his pits and a faint line running down the center of his back.
"Are you serious?" He asked smiling but with one eyebrow cocked in skepticism.
"Dead serious." I said. "You're about to put clothes back on and it's gonna be a while before I get to see this again." He leaned in and kissed me once more.
"Whatever this turns out to be. I needed this. It's been awhile since someone has wanted to see my bare ass walking around." He said and I felt a twinge of anger at his moronic ex. I wasn't sure this would go anywhere but I knew he deserved to be appreciated. This boy was a catch by anyone's standards - sweet, hot, cute, good in bed. I wanted to punch his ex in the throat.
Part 2: The BAR
"You wanna play some pool?" Patrick asked, handing me a bottle of beer. I'd been admiring his ass in his faded jeans as he leaned against the bar waiting to be served. He caught me as he turned around and laughed at me. "You're making me feel so good about myself tonight." He added.
"You're looking good all on your own tonight." I said grabbing the beer and taking a big gulp. "And yeah, a game of pool sounds perfect."
Patrick turned back around and got some change from the bartender who was nearly as distracting in his crisp white Oxford shirt unbuttoned to just above his navel. He was tall and lanky with golden brown hair that was styled in a pompadour type cut that reminded me of how Will looked the first day of the tournament. Bartender man had a smooth, tan chest with a large gold cross pendant and the outline of well-defined pecs exposed to anyone who wanted to look.
He noticed me staring too and winked which Patrick saw. He looked confused in the mirror behind the bar and immediately turned around to catch me making eye contact with him. "Are you flirting with the bartender?" He whispered; his face so close to mine that I could smell his expensive cologne. It made me want to lick his stubbly cheek, but this bar had a rough edge. There appeared to be actual bikers here so I had to behave.
I fit in, wearing a tight, thin, long sleeved black V-neck sweater, jeans, and my bulky black biker boots. Patrick looked a little more preppy in jeans and a tight white polo shirt that hugged his muscular torso and impressive guns. His jeans puckered above the center of his ass where his belt cinched the loops together so the fabric slide into his crack making each glute muscle its own independent round globe. It was hard to pick just one spot to stare at but his ass won.
I grabbed us two pool cues while Patrick placed the quarters in the little vertical slots on the side of the table and I heard the familiar sound of all of the balls tumbling out into the built-in tray at the end of the table. I racked them up and we played rock, paper, scissors to see who would break. Fortunately, his paper palm covered my fist; I've never been good at breaking.
By the middle of our third game, we were tied and I was feeling a little buzzed drinking on an empty stomach. I stood behind Patrick as he leaned over the table to hit a long shot and I playfully slid my cue up his inner thigh from behind and gently tapped him in the nuts making him jump and fucking up his shot. To his credit, he wasn't pissed but pretended to make a scene getting up in my face and grabbing the front of my shirt like he was going to toss me across the room but then laughed and released me. I slapped him on the back and he tapped me in the balls unexpectedly, making me double over. My face landed against his chest and I got another whiff of his manly pheromones as my hand cupped my groin reflexively.
"Careful with those." I whispered in his ear as I held him by the back of neck.
"I'm always gentle." He whispered back.
I went and grabbed us another beer while he was racking up our fourth game. We now had challengers who'd put a row of quarters on the edge of the table so we were going to play as a team now.
"I gotta take a piss." I said and then mouthed the words 'wanna come' so no one else would see. He blushed and looked away. I took that as a 'yes', but our challengers may have been annoyed by our joint absence. My semi-hard, plump cock stuck straight out as I pissed into the open metal trough filled with ice. I felt myself getting hard for what seemed like the twentieth time today. It felt like high school when we all had to just walk around boned up half of every day. I laugh every time I see Eric walking out of school holding his books in front of his crotch. I had nothing to hide my arousal when I left the restroom but figured I didn't know anyone here and would never see them again so just walked through the bar with a tented bulge.
Our challengers were somewhere in their 30's - probably between my age and Patrick's. They were pretty cute and were far drunker so were easy to beat. They challenged us to a rematch but it was time to get to the restaurant so we politely turned over the table to them and walked out. The bartender winked at me again and casually pulled the side of his open shirt over to expose his left nipple without attracting any attention. It was early by bar standards and not that busy yet. Now it was my turn to feel good about myself.
"Did you see that?" I said to Patrick once we were out on the sidewalk.
"See what?" He asked.
"The bartender just flashed his nipple at me." I said still sort of amazed.
"No shit? Are you sure?" He asked.
"It's hard to flash your nipple by accident." I said. "Don't worry. I still like your nipples better." I said winking like he had. "And all that dark fur."
"My nipples are too small." Patrick said as if small nipples were a bad thing. I laughed and shook my head.
"You have some self-esteem issues." I said smiling. "Which, for the record, is crazy. You could hardly be hotter." Patrick pulled me into the alley between the biker bar and bail bondsman's office next door. He pulled me by my shirt just far enough to not be visible from the sidewalk and planted his mouth on mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth. It was forceful but in a happy, not aggressive way - and really hot. I grabbed his crotch and found his balls inside his jeans and gave them a tug. Then I grabbed his ass.
"It was so hard not to do that inside. Watching you bend over the pool table made me want to pull down your jeans and start fucking you."
"Your boner didn't go unnoticed in there." He said between kisses. We heard voices on the sidewalk and stayed silent as four girls in short skirts and loud high heels walked by without noticing us. "We should get an Uber."
"Can I blow you in the back seat?" I asked. I've waited so long for that uncut cock." I said. I was so horny. How was that possible after just dumping a load in his mouth a couple of hours ago.
Patrick opened his phone and I watched his thumb moving expertly. "They'll be here in seven minutes."
"That gives us at least another five to make out." I said and dragged him back into the narrow space between the buildings and starting sucking on his neck. He smelled so good. This 'date' was going much better than I'd expected so far.
Part 3: The RESTAURANT
"That meal was great. I ate too much though. I'm a sucker for homemade pasta." I said after the waitress brought us tiny glasses of limoncello.
"I know. Me too. Maybe Italian wasn't such a good plan." Patrick said rubbing his belly.
"It's a good thing we got the sex out of way early." I said now feeling bloated and lazy. Patrick laughed in agreement.
"You wanna stay out? I had a couple other spots to hit up for a night cap, but I'm actually kinda ready for the couch." He said.
"Thank god. I thought you were gonna make me stay out 'til all hours like last time. I could rally if I had to but I'm happy to just go back and hang out. We have all weekend and it's been a long day with the drive." I said. "Plus, it's more comfortable sucking your cock again in bed instead of the men's room at Cell Block." I added joking. Patrick smiled but only with his mouth - not his eyes - and he didn't laugh. I think I sounded a bit slutty for his taste.
"Did you want to go to Cell Block again?" He asked. "Since you've been there already, it wasn't on my short list for this weekend. It's a big city after all...and it's not one of our regular hangouts. That was kind of a fluke actually. Caleb talked me into it. It had been a long time."
"I think I am a little outside their target demographic. It was really fun to be somewhere where we could...be ourselves...so to speak - new side of ourselves anyway - but I don't need to go back." I said and meant it.
"You sure? I'm sure your friend, Dix will be dancing." He said in way that seemed more jealous than considerate. He was being a little possessive for our first official date. Maybe I was reading too much into his tone. Maybe he was just tired.
"I doubt Dixon even remembers me." I lied. I was sure Dix would be happy to see me although disappointed Will was not here too - even if his dance card was full. Patrick smiled again, apparently content I wasn't back in town partially to relive my Cell Block experience.
We argued over who should pay. "I got this." Patrick said reaching for the bill when our pretty young waitress dropped off the black leather folder.
"That hardly seems right." I said. "You're the host. I should pay. Plus, you got the beers at the bar." I paused. "And I've already put out." I added in a lower voice, smiling. Patrick burst out laughing.
"Ok, fine. You get tonight. I'll get tomorrow." He said.
"That sounds like a song." I said hearing Bob Seger's raspy voice in my head, to which he gave me a blank stare. I felt the decade between our ages suddenly even though classic rock wasn't my era either but at least I knew it - and appreciated it. I wasn't sure if I should feel good about that fact. On the one hand, other than Will, my encounters so far had all been with very hot, younger guys. On the other, did that make me the creepy older man wanting to relive his youth? I decided to feel good about it and not feel old. I was only 40. I was still in my prime. Ever since the split though I'd been feeling the weight of crossing that threshold. Will was 41. Technically he was an older man. I liked that. Patrick probably listened to Brittany Spears.
The waitress returned with Patrick's card and receipt to sign. "You two have a good time together tonight." She said winking at us and walked away. What's with all the winking tonight?
Waitresses - especially young ones - probably with daddy issues - almost always flirt with me. It used to drive my ex nuts. Her wink was not flirtatious this time though. It was conspiratorial. The way she added 'together" to her statement: She knew we were on a date. I was a little disturbed that our vibe was something that could be read by a busy stranger. Patrick apparently didn't notice any of this - or was used to it. He signed the receipt, grabbed his card, and we left.
Part 4: The CONDO
"I'm gonna strip down into something comfortable. I gotta get out of these pants. We could watch a movie." Patrick said, kicking off his shoes as soon as we'd shut the door to his condo. "Alexa: nighttime lights and music." 'Wow', I thought: servants.
A second later the overhead light in the entry alcove dimmed, small lights along the floor of the hallway came on, providing just enough illumination to find your way if it was dark, and the sound system kicked on, playing an Adele ballad just loud enough to hear. This place was several levels above my building. Even though he wasn't a partner yet, he was obviously doing well. The jury was still out on his taste in music though. Maybe it was a Pandora station. Adele could go either way.
"Classy." I said in a joking tone as I bent over to take off my heavy boots, but I was actually sincere.
Patrick laughed. "Caleb set this up. He's an electrician and installs high-end A/V equipment for a living. One of the friends and family perks."
"Sweet" I said pulling my sweater off over my head. Patrick looked surprised. I guess I should have waited until we were in the bedroom to start undressing. "I'm usually just in my skivvies once I'm home."
"I like that plan." He said pulling off his shirt too as I followed him to his bedroom. I'd forgotten about his giant dragon tattoo. It was vibrant and elaborate and spread from shoulder to shoulder and about halfway down his back. It didn't seem like him at all to have one, especially now that I knew him better. I was definitely going to have to get the story behind how it came to be. I was briefly transfixed by it. It had been too dark to see it at Caleb's house and he had mostly been behind me, shoving his dick up my ass. My eyes eventually moved back downward and remained glued to his ass again. His ass stuck out so far, I pictured resting a beer bottle at the top of his crack. He loosened his belt as he walked and suddenly his jeans slipped down to show off the words Andrew Christian.
"You've got a fine ass, my friend." I said. Patrick spun around and wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me still holding his shirt in one hand.
"I need to brush my teeth. I think I have pretty bad garlic breath." I said, self-consciously.
"I can't tell." He said and plunged his tongue further into my mouth forcing me to open wide. I grabbed his ass and we fell onto the bed making out. We both laughed and rolled onto our backs.
"I can't remember when I had a weekend away from literally everyone I know with no responsibilities. I'm not sure what I've been doing. I've had the last ten months with every other weekend free and never thought to come here." I said thinking out loud. Then I realized that maybe didn't sound that good - like Patrick didn't count as someone I knew and that I was just doing this to get away. "I guess I just needed a cute tour guide with a beautiful smile and a perfect ass to lure me away." I quickly added. Good save. Patrick rolled over on top of me and kissed me some more. His goatee felt so hot against my face and his chest hair was trimmed close making it prickly against my nipples. I could feel his dick getting hard against my crotch.
"Let's get more comfortable. We have all night. I seriously want to brush my teeth." I said and Patrick moaned and rolled off of me and started unzipping his fly. He brought his knees to his chest and pulled his pants around his ass and off. He was still in his sexy Andrew Christian briefs that were bright yellow with sky blue piping around the legs and on each side of his bulge. I reached over and grabbed that bulge and jiggled it a little until his semi-hard dick head peeked out above the waist band. He turned his head to look at me.
"Sorry. I couldn't help it." I said smiling. He leaned in to kiss me again. "Get your pants off." He said. I complied by bringing my knees to my chest as well except I pulled off my underwear too.
"So we're getting really comfortable?" He said laughing.
"So comfortable." I said smiling and slid to the end of the bed and pulled off his briefs while lying on my stomach. My cock was hard again rubbing against his comforter. I hoped he didn't mind I was leaking already a little. I scooted up between his legs and cupped my right hand under his balls. "You're not gonna believe how comfortable your cock is gonna be." And then I went down on it. "Mmmmm." I moaned as I felt his soft foreskin slide down around his mushroom-shaped head.
"You don't have to do this again." He said but he leaned his head back on his leather headboard and closed his eyes.
"I'm sorta doing this despite whether you want me to or not." I said pulling my lips just far enough off of his head to speak. Then I engulfed his head again and swirled my tongue around. I loved sucking this uncut cock so much. I pulled off again. "I love this fat fucker so much. You might get tired of blow jobs by Sunday." I added and went back down on him, feeling his rock hard shaft pass through my lips as I swallowed him all the way down.
"Not likely." He grunted and spread his hairy legs further. I tugged on his sack and just kept blowing him for about ten minutes. Then his phone buzzed. He was in the zone and ignored it. He was thrusting into my mouth a little and moaning softly but he didn't seem to be getting that close. His breathing was still steady. I sat up on my knees, reached under his thighs and pulled his legs up in the air to expose his ass. His crack was a mass of sweaty black fur. I held his legs up and dove back between his legs. I kissed his pucker and started licking his hole.
"Oh, Fuck!" He said. "I haven't had my ass eaten since..." he stopped himself before bringing up his ex again. I appreciated that although picturing them fucking made my dick drip more onto his comforter. I humped the bed as I worked on his little pink hole. I was hoping he'd let me fuck him now although I was happy waiting 'til tomorrow too. We had all weekend and my earlier orgasm had taken the edge off my desperation to fuck. It had been too long though - since Will and I had been in the hotel room. That room where everything changed. I got a new wave of horniness and kept grinding my boner into the bed.
His phone buzzed again. "You're popular tonight" I mumbled into his ass. The nightstand was within reach so he swung his arm over to grab it. He glanced at it and then set it back down. I thought about saying something snarky like, "is that your other date?" But didn't want to sound equally jealous when the thought of adding another dick into the mix sounded fun.
My nose was between his balls. I licked up between them and up the underside of his shaft. I sucked his head into my mouth and swirled my tongue between his head and foreskin. I could do that all night. Then I went back at his hole. His phone buzzed again. It was starting to get distracting.
"Is that the same person?" I asked.
Patrick sounded pissed off when he responded - at the caller - not at me. "It's Caleb. The fucker won't leave me alone." He said.
"Does he know I'm here?" I asked.
"Yes. He's probably checking to see how it's...whether we're having fun." He said.
"Just answer it." I said. "I can blow you while you talk. It'll be hot." I said.
"Um, ok." He said and reached back over to the nightstand.
"Cay. What's up, Bro?" He said into the phone. "Yeah. Good. He's good. We're actually kinda busy." He paused listening to Caleb speak. "Jesus. Shut the fuck up." He said with a strange mix of annoyance and amusement that made me wonder what Caleb had said. "No. We're home. No. We're not."
"Not what?" I lifted my head from his crotch to ask, wondering if Caleb had asked if we were in the middle of sex and Patrick was too shy - or polite - to admit it.
"Not dressed." Patrick whispered to me, still listening to Caleb.
"Not exactly." He said into the phone, answering another of Caleb's questions. I gave him an inquisitive look.
"He asked me if you were sucking my cock." Patrick said to me. Then he listened again and said, "Fuck you!" to Caleb in a tone that strangely sounded both angry and amused. He turned back to me. "He wants me to clarify that he actually said, 'tiny, shriveled, toddler penis', not 'cock'." I could tell we both wanted to laugh but didn't.
"Give me the phone." I demanded. Patrick looked worried but reluctantly handed me his iPhone. I released Patrick's left leg to hold the phone to my ear.
"Caleb! How's it going, Buddy?" I said and didn't wait for a response. "I am currently taking a break from tonguing your friend's fuzzy man pussy and sniffing his sweaty ball sack. I might be at that for another few minutes before I swallow his beautiful, fat cock head down my throat until I can feel his rock hard shaft start to twitch against my tongue when I'll know I get to taste another of his sweet, creamy loads." I finally paused. He was uncharacteristically silent. "How's your night going?" I continued. "Home alone stroking your dick to some daddy bear porn tonight?" I said and then regretted giving him so much shit. I like him a lot. He's fun. I just didn't like him busting Patrick's balls. Patrick is sensitive and not that good at taking it - at least not right now. There was still a pause.
"Oh. You're finished?" He said. "Just wanted to make sure your dramatic soliloquy was over. I'm about to fuck my Grinrdr date. Say hello...what was your name again?" He apparently asked his random hook up in the background who I overheard tell Caleb his name was Sam. "Say hello, Sam." Then Caleb apparently passed the phone to this Sam dude. This was crazy but funny.
"Uh, hello?" Sam said.
"Hey Sam. How's it going?" I asked and looked at Patrick who was staring at me in disbelief.
"Uh, good." Sam responded. I decided to put him on speaker.
"You're on speaker phone now, Sam. Say hello to Patrick...Patrick is best friends with the guy about to fuck you silly." I said into the air.
Patrick smiled. "Nice to meet you, Sam."
"Uh, hey Pat." Sam said and we heard him switch to speaker phone too.
"Whoa, there buddy." I interrupted. "Rule number one: never call him Pat. He hates that. He's Patrick. Always. He's very formal. Except for me. I'm allowed to call him Paddy....but that's because I let him fuck me so hard. And spank me, although he doesn't seem to like that as much as I do." I said while looking Patrick in the eyes and shaking my head and mouthing 'I don't want to be spanked' which made him laugh. He was so happy. I could tell everything I was amusing him. I wanted him to feel happy and secure and confident. He was way too hot and sweet not to be.
"Uh, sorry...Patrick. Good to meet you...I guess."
"So, Sam. Have you actually seen Caleb's giant cock yet? If not, you're in for a treat...or a beating...or maybe both." Patrick busted out laughing.
"You're funnier than I remember." Caleb said rejoining the conversation.
"You're douchier than I remember." I said. Patrick now howled out loud and leaned over to kiss me. I heard Caleb laugh at that one too. "I'm just giving you shit, buddy. You guys have a fun time. I gotta get back to sucking Paddy's beautiful boner. Nice to meet you, Sam. Sorry about what's about to happened to your ass." I said and all three of us laughed again. Sam was silent. I took the phone off speaker and handed it back to Patrick who took it smiling. "Seriously, I miss your dick."
Patrick whispered, "I love you for that." And went back to talking to Caleb. "Yeah. Yeah. Maybe. Let's talk tomorrow. Yes. We did that already. Yes. It was awesome. You too. Thanks. Bye." He said and hung up.
"What the fuck?!" He said. "Still recommending I answer the phone?" He added laughing.
"I thought that was fun. But, yeah - turn your phone off now." I said smiling and dove back down on his cock. I thought I'd be starting from scratch and my jaw was actually getting a little sore - but the conversation with Caleb apparently turned him on even though he was pretending to be exasperated. He watched me blow him for another few minutes and I felt him getting harder and breathing faster. He was holding his ass up off the bed and thrusting vigorously into my mouth. His chest glistened with sweat. I tugged on his nuts again and he grunted.
"Oh, fuck yeah! FUCK, YEAH! I'm gonna nut. I'm gonna nut so..." and then he did. I felt his balls slide up in my palm under his cock and he started spewing his load into my mouth. His seed tasted so good. I sucked until he was coming down from his high and then I climbed up on top of him, straddling his chest and started jacking off at his face. "Fuck yeah. Scoot up. Nut in my mouth." I moved up his chest until I could get my cock in his mouth just far enough that I could continue to stroke the base with my thumb and fingertips. I could feel his trimmed chest hair against my freshly shaved balls. He sucked hard on my head and then he grabbed my balls. That always works. I grunted and shot into him. I watched his mouth continue to suck as he closed his eyes in pleasure.
I finally pulled out and I watched the last of my semen get caught in his dense, black goatee. I slide down and licked it off his facial hair and kissed him. Then I slid down further and just laid on top of him catching my breath. My stubbly face rubbed against his like Velcro. Our wet cocks were mashed together. It felt both erotic and relaxing. I slide my hands under his back and held onto his muscular lats. I always found it weird that you could feel tattoos on someone's skin. I finally rolled off and we laid next to each other on our backs.
"Your bed is comfortable. Maybe it's just you." I said. Patrick laughed.
"It ought to be comfortable. It cost a fucking fortune." He said, complaining, not bragging.
"So tell me the story behind the tattoo." I asked. "I have to say, it doesn't really seem like you. It's really beautiful though. It looks like it took a long time."
"It did. It took five - or maybe six trips to the artist. I can't remember anymore. I got it in college. I used student loan money." He paused to laugh at his youthful, financial irresponsibility. "It took almost an entire semester of going back. The guys in the house gave me shit about it in the showers when it was only partially finished...but they changed their tune once it was done." I could tell he was proud of it.
"House?" I asked. "Were you in a frat? Or just off campus?"
"Yeah. Lambda Delta. I got it Spring semester of my junior year." He said. I didn't recognize the name.
"Cool. I was in a frat too." I said. "It was fun. So was your nickname 'Dragon'?"
"Dragon Master." He said. I tried to stifle a look of amusement.
"Dragon Master?" I asked as though I didn't understand. I was hoping I didn't anyway. "Sounds ominous."
"Not really. I played a lot of Dungeons & Dragons and was the one who set up the games. Do you play?" He asked.
"I never have." I said and wanted so badly to add, 'because I wasn't a total nerd in college and it wasn't junior high.' But I refrained. Suddenly many things fell into place. I wanted to see pictures of him as a teenager. My guess was that he had recently grown into his hotness and had been a less attractive geek in his youth which would explain his lingering insecurity - and his over-achieving. I felt conflicted. Part of me wanted to put him in a headlock and pants him but I wasn't that asshole in high school so why start now. The other part of me thought it only made him sweeter. He was earnest and ambitious. You could tell he struggled to let loose. It was a good thing he was so hot.
"So where are your Star Wars action fixtures? I asked with a straight face that I could only hold onto so long before I broke into a wide smirk.
"Fucker." He said smiling back. "I know - I'm a nerd. Sue me."
"I'm not suing an attorney." I said and kissed him. "And I'm hoping I wake up with my arm over that dragon's tail."
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