Chapter 4:
"So ... my sister wants to meet you," Pat blurted, as he watched TV with Sam. Pat was cuddled up with Sam on the couch, as they lay together. He liked the closeness that they'd been sharing lately. The affection was welcome and made him feel wanted, something that had been missing in his life for a long while now. Still, he limited Sam to skin contact above the waist, and refused to go beyond the good night peck on the lips that had become their parting habit.
"Really," Sam replied, as he considered that such a request was always likely, but not something he looked forward to. He'd been dating Pat for close to two months now, and knew how close Pat and his adoptive sister were, based on the boy's ramblings. He wasn't keen on the idea, but he knew it was something that he would have to do eventually; he just hoped that his relationship would have been a bit more serious before he made that leap. Pat had told him that his sister knew Sam's age, so it was unlikely that she'd pressure the kid to break it off, but it was still going to be an awkward event.
"I told her maybe next week, when you pick me up," Patrick reported, with his head lazily resting on his man's chest.
"What about tomorrow morning, when I drop you off?" Sam pressed. He'd been patient with Patrick, but his reluctance to stay the night was becoming irritating.
"I can't stay; my sister expects me home," Pat explained. It was true that she did, but only because he'd told her to expect him. In reality, Pat knew that he could easily arrange things so that he could stay.
"She must really be worried about her nineteen year old brother," Sam responded, in a flat tone.
"I guess," Pat replied sheepishly, as he usually did, when Sam was upset with him. It seemed easier to withdraw than to confront an issue, a defence mechanism that Patrick had developed over the years.
"You afraid I'm going to rape you?" Sam asked, in a lighter tone. It was difficult for him to avoid a negative tone when Patrick became elusive, but he'd found that a quick return to jovial conversation brought him back to normality.
"Of course not!" Patrick responded forcefully, as he sat up. The use of the word `rape' surprised him, and its sexual overtone embarrassed him. He knew Sam would never hurt him, but he did feel the man's pressure to become more intimate. Pat was happy with where they were now; he had an affectionate friend and mentor, and he just didn't want to mess that up.
Sam impulsively gripped Pat from behind, and put his lips on the boy's neck, licking his tongue along the smooth skin. Patrick struggled, as he giggled in the man's firm embrace.
"Relax, Bella, it will all be over soon," Sam joked, making reference to the vampire movie that he'd been forced to sit through.
Sam released Pat from his hold, and the boy bolted out of the room; but when he realized that he wasn't being chased, his head appeared around the door frame.
Sam was already preparing to leave, thankfully, having given up on pressuring Pat to stay. Pat knew that Sam wouldn't do anything that he didn't want, but staying over was going to lead to the next step, something Patrick wasn't sure he was ready for.
"Ok, let's go before you turn into a pumpkin," Sam joked.
"So, I think perhaps we should delay the big `meeting the parents thing' until things get serious between us," Sam noted, as he drove his boyfriend home. He certainly hoped things would get serious soon, but he wondered if it would be worth the stress of meeting Pat's sister, if they were going to be stuck in this courting phase.
"They already think things are serious," Pat noted, with some irritation.
"Oh?" Sam pressed.
"My sister gave me the talk, like I'm twelve or something, and Dan called me a `fag boy'," Pat revealed.
Sam was at first curious about the talk, and hoped that Pat was getting the message, but the insult from her boyfriend burned him. Patrick was a gentle soul, and didn't deserve ridicule from within his household.
"You know, on second thought, I think I'd like to meet this Dan guy," Sam replied, as he kept his anger in check.
"Dan's a good guy, but it's not like he's my dad," Pat explained, as he sensed Sam's tension. He wondered if revealing the insult was such a good idea; after all, it wasn't the only time Dan had been insulting.
"Good guy, eh?" Sam noted rhetorically, as he considered Pat's words. It sounded like Dan wasn't going out of his way to be mean, but only when the opportunity struck. The last item made it clear that the man wasn't helping out, either.
"So when I meet your sister, I'll ask her if it's ok for you to sleep over; then you won't have any excuse," Sam said, after a long pause, hoping to lighten the mood.
"You wouldn't dare," Pat challenged, hoping that Sam would behave himself during the meeting.
Sam chuckled, as he drove up to the boy's house. They had their usual goodnight kiss, and Sam was off, wondering just what was going on at Pat's house.
Sam arrived on time to meet Pat's family. It still seemed too soon, but he hoped it would legitimize his relationship with Pat and allow them get to the next stage.
Pat was waiting for him curb side, clearly anxious. Sam got out of the car casually, and greeted Pat with a quick shoulder-side hug. He knew this was going to be stressful for his younger friend, so he had to exude confidence that he didn't really feel.
"I'm excited to meet your sister," Sam gushed.
"Dan's home, too," Pat explained, nervously
"Excellent!" Sam said softly, as he actually did want to meet that character.
Pat took Sam up the steps and into the house. Sam paused briefly, as he wondered if he should wait for the sister to invite him in, but, with Patrick frantically waving, he stepped inside.
"Cindy, he's here!" Pat called.
Sam stood silently for the time it took Cindy to appear. He was a bit surprised that she didn't look that much younger than himself, pegging her in her mid-thirties.
"I'm Cindy; you must be Sam," Cindy greeted politely.
"I am; very nice to meet you," Sam replied, as though he was in a business meeting.
"Patrick has told us so much about you," Cindy continued, as she gestured him into the living room.
"Nothing bad, I hope," Sam joked, as he wondered if that was such a good idea. He feared that she might get the idea that there was something bad to tell.
"Of course not; it's just `Sam this and Sam that' all the time," Cindy said with a smile.
Patrick seemed to be a piece of furniture, as he just stood uncharacteristically silent.
"I'm happy that Patrick's found such a good friend," Cindy offered, as a compliment.
"I'm happy he found me, too," Sam proclaimed, as he looked at his shy friend, wondering where the real Patrick had gone.
"You met at the gym, I'm told," Cindy pressed, for confirmation.
"Yes, I'm a member there," Sam said, unnecessarily.
Dan arrived to the meeting before Sam sat down. He measured that the man was a bit shorter than himself, and in far worse shape.
"Sam Thomas," Sam greeted, as he held out his hand.
"Dan Manns," Dan returned, as they gripped hands.
Sam gave the same hard squeeze he'd first given Pat at the gym, only this time, he held on, thinking, `take that you sedentary sod'.
"So you're interested in our little boy," Dan started the conversation, as they sat down.
"Not so little," Sam replied, with a knowing glance at Pat. The kid wasn't above average, from what Sam had seen in the shower, but it was likely that Dan hadn't seen much of Pat's equipment recently, if ever.
Pat turned red at the compliment, and averted the shocked expression on Cindy's face. It was a calculated risk, being so brazen, but Sam felt like he had to challenge Dan's equally controversial statement.
"Patrick, would you mind if we spoke to Sam alone?" Cindy suggested, as she saw the men squaring off.
Patrick nodded, and was then out of the room quickly, happy to not be the center of attention. Sam was taken aback at the loss of his co-conspirator, and then it dawned on him. It was much worse than he thought - they invited him over to tell him to get lost, to leave their poor boy alone.
"Patrick tells us that you have your own business," Cindy said, redirecting the conversation.
"Yeah," Sam sighed, as he felt Pat slipping away from him. "IT consulting; I'm 42; I'm gay, and I suspect you know Pat is, too," he spat, with his arms folded, as he finished by gazing at Dan. Call me fag to my face, Sam wished, as he stared the man down.
"Oh, yes; I've known for a while. Patrick's never really had a girl friend, but he is a bit ... socially delayed, as I'm sure you've noticed," Cindy explained.
"He told me that high school was hell for him," Sam replied, as he tried to relax. He just wanted the woman to cut to the chase, so he could be on his way.
"Yes, he has a mild learning disability; he could have finished, but the other kids didn't make it easy for him; that's why we were really happy when he made a ... friend, a real friend, in you," Cindy noted, as Dan offered a nodding agreement.
"Pat's an easy guy to like, but he does come on strong, so I can see how people ... his own age, might not be so patient," Sam replied, kicking himself for bringing up the age gap; but he knew it was going to happen anyway. Sam didn't consider Pat delayed or disabled in any way; he was just a geeky kid. There were tons of kids like him when Sam went to high school; they just didn't have a diagnosis for them. It seemed like every second kid was ADD, ADHD, or whatever the latest syndrome was these days. Pat had no trouble mastering his video games, and, although he was socially awkward, he seemed no less than average to Sam.
"Well, let me get to the point, and you two can be on your way," Cindy suggested.
Sam was suddenly happier with how things were going; he was going to be allowed to keep Pat, but perhaps Cindy was going to tell him to wait on the sex issue until he's 21, or some other arbitrary number, even though he was three years above legal age now.
"We just want to make sure that you're going to stick with Pat; he takes disappointment very badly, and since you seem to be getting pretty serious with him, we wanted to meet you, and see if you were planning to be part of his long term future," Cindy continued.
"He can't live here forever," Dan chimed in unnecessarily.
"I am prepared to commit to Pat, but he doesn't seem ready for that yet," Sam offered cryptically.
"You just need to give him more time, and I'm sure he'll be a faithful ... companion," Cindy predicted.
"I'm sure he will," Sam closed with some relief.
"Well, we don't want to make you late, so I'll call Patrick," Cindy replied, as she got up.
Dan and Sam rose simultaneously, still cautious of each other.
"Nice house, Dan," Sam complimented offhandedly.
"It's Cindy's mother's house." Dan confirmed what Sam had been told.
"Oh," Sam replied, making a point with the man.
"I'm ready," Patrick said, as he arrived, dressed in a nice shirt and decent jeans. Sam had to admit that Pat was trying to dress better. The red collared shirt was open at the neck, and made the boy look rather attractive.
"Cindy, would you mind if Pat slept over at my place?" Sam asked the woman, as she rejoined the group.
"Sure, that's fine; he'll just let me know," Cindy replied, with a big smile. Her little brother was going to be making the next step, and, hopefully, that was going to lead to a better future for him. She felt that Sam was clearly capable of taking care of him, and of being a stable partner in his life, taking the pressure off herself. It wasn't that she didn't want to help Pat; it was just that Pat was her mother's responsibility; she'd just inherited him.
Pat's mouth was literally hanging open, he couldn't believe that Sam had actually asked her.
"Do you want to get a change of clothes for tomorrow?" Sam pressed, as he smiled broadly. He knew Pat was in shock, but the kid had dared him; he wondered what his excuse would be now.
"Maybe I'll stay over next time," Pat blurted, as he pulled his man to the door.
After the obligatory parting comments, they were off to dinner. Sam had taken Pat to a few nice restaurants, and he seemed to be getting used to the idea of dinning out, rather than fast food take out.
"I can't believe you did that," Pat mumbled as they drove away.
"You dared me," Sam countered, with a playful poke.
Dinner went well, with Sam buoyed by the meeting with Cindy. He liked what she'd said, and it seemed to give him the green light with Pat, but, unfortunately, the kid wasn't involved in the conversation; he was off hiding in his room.
"So, the talk with Cindy went well; she seems to think we have a serious relationship going," Sam opened, as Pat hadn't asked.
The young man put down his Pina Colada, seeming to stall for a response. Pat wasn't much of a drinker, but once he tried the fruity drink, it became all he ordered when they were out. Sam chuckled, as he recalled how one waiter asked if he wanted it `virgin', causing Pat to blush. Pat was still carded almost every time he ordered alcohol, a side effect of his youthful appearance.
"We do ... don't we?" Pat stumbled, for what he thought the man wanted in response.
"Yes, indeed," Sam agreed, as he hoped it would be consummated very soon.
"What did she say?" Pat wondered. He actually preferred not being in the room at the time; it seemed immature, but he didn't want to sit there and be the topic of conversation.
"She asked if you were still a virgin," Sam joked.
Pat coughed and blushed, as he swallowed a chunk of meat.
"No, seriously, she just wanted to meet me, and to get a feel for who I am. That Dan guy, though, he's a piece of work. He'd like to see you move out, but I reminded him that you weren't in his house," Sam explained.
"Dan's ok most of the time," Pat offered, as a weak rebuttal. The man hadn't really been that mean to him, but he was feeling his colder side the longer they lived together. Certainly, his recent `outing' had caused a reaction, but at least he had Cindy as a balance.
That night, they watched another movie at Sam's house; this time, though, it was the man's choice. Patrick lay on the sofa, using Sam's leg for a pillow, as the man sat upright. He'd pulled Pat's shirt off earlier, and now continued to rub his hand along the soft smooth skin, and up into his longish brown hair. Sam knew Pat was bored with the film, but he didn't complain. After all, he'd chosen a few that Sam wasn't interested in either. Pat seemed blissful in the affection; it almost seemed as if he were purring, with his soft sighs. Sam was semi-erect, as usual, during the touching, and wondered if Pat would be ready for the next step tonight. Sex drive couldn't be an issue for a nineteen year old; it had to be fear, Sam figured; perhaps fear of rejection or of inadequacy. He thought he would take a shot tonight, with Pat so relaxed. When the boy got up to go to the bathroom, he knew it was time to make his move.
The second Pat returned, Sam got up and flipped his young friend down onto the sofa, on his back. Sam pulled his own shirt off, and jumped quickly on top of the kid, while Pat lay passively. Once on top, he pressed his body against Patrick's, and began gyrating; his level of arousal was at a peak.
"Hello, there," Sam said, as he caressed Pat's face with big wet kisses.
"Hi," Pat replied, as he giggled and put his hands on the man's face. Pat seemed to like touching his face, Sam realized, perhaps because of his stubble.
"I really like you," Sam proclaimed, as he stared into the boy's deep brown eyes.
"I really like you, too," Pat repeated.
Sam moved down to lick each of the boy's nipples in turn, causing Pat to laugh
"Tickles," Pat complained.
Sam couldn't wait any longer; he was so excited by his hot twink under him. He sat up and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His fully erect cock was finally free.
"It's huge!" Pat exclaimed. He'd seen it before in the showers, and figured the man was pretty much erect, when he was checking him out at the gym; but he now realized that he was wrong about the size of Sam's full package.
"It's ok, baby, I won't hurt you," Sam said, as he lay down on Pat, allowing his cock head to rub against the soft belly. He didn't think of himself as gigantic - a bit more than eight inches, and admittedly thick, but Pat likely hadn't seen a man's penis fully erect and up close.
Pat panicked, as he had thoughts of that thing being pushed down his throat, or forced up his ass, like he'd seen in online porn, with the dominant male shouting, `take it!'
"Let me up!" Pat snapped.
"It's ok, Patty; take it easy; just take your pants off," Sam consoled. The phrase usually was issued when Pat had enough tickling or cuddling, and wanted play time to end, but Sam wasn't ready to let it end just yet.
"I said let me up!" Pat shouted, as he twisted his body, trying to break free.
Sam released him, and Pat fell to the floor with a dull thud.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked in a controlled tone, but he was visibly angry.
Patrick looked away at the angry question, as the mostly naked man stood over him.
"Don't look at the fucking floor; look at me!" Sam demanded.
"Are you hurt? What's the problem?" Sam asked, when Pat complied with a blank, perhaps shocked, expression.
"I want to go home," Pat announced softly, as he got up.
"You're impossible ... go then ... just go!" Sam ordered, as he stepped back and pulled up his pants. He couldn't believe that the young man wasn't willing to take the plunge, after they were almost there.
Pat stood by the door putting his shoes on, now that he was dressed. Sam was on the other side of the room, brooding, so it seemed that he wasn't going to be offered a drive. It didn't matter; Sam was mad, and he just wanted to get away.
"I guess I'll call you later," Pat mumbled, as he opened the door to leave.
"Why bother; this is going nowhere," Sam snorted.
Pat left he man's house feeling dejected. He'd let Sam down, and now the man was angry with him. He paused at the end of the driveway, and wondered if he should just go back in. He liked Sam, and he did get hard, too, but he wasn't sure that he could do what Sam expected of him. He just wished they could go on as friends. After a minute, he decided that Sam was too mad to deal with, so he trudged toward the bus stop for his lonely trip home.
Chapter 5 coming soon .....