Chapter 5:
Patrick lumbered down the stairs the following Saturday morning, with his wild `bedhead' hair. As he entered the kitchen, he had no particular ambition, beyond filling his empty belly.
"Well, good morning; though it's barely still morning," Cindy greeted cheerfully.
Pat mumbled a response that was more of grunt than a word, as he opened the cereal cabinet. He put a splash of milk into the bowl, and sat down to shovel his breakfast into his mouth.
"Did you see mother yesterday?" Cindy asked, already knowing the answer. The nursing home staff had called, after Pat had missed his typical visiting time. As Cindy's mother's condition worsened, the staff tried to ensure that she was at her most coherent for family visits. There were certain medications that they hoped took away any pain, but which also made her unresponsive. Patrick had been a loyal foot soldier, visiting their mother every Friday. Cindy was happy that he had the strength to see her in such a deteriorated condition; it certainly saved her from having to see it. Sometimes, Pat would come home and announce that she was getting better, but Cindy knew that wasn't possible - she'd just had a rare good day. While she dreaded her mother's passing, she hoped the end would come soon.
"No," Pat replied, between scoops of cereal.
"Will you have time to go today?" Cindy asked, as more of an order than a question. She could tell that Patrick was depressed; he'd been that way most of the week, but she also knew he was a moody person. Thankfully, his funks typically only lasted a couple of days, but this one seemed to be enduring.
"Yeah, I'll go," Pat replied, as he got up to rinse his bowl in the sink.
"When are you seeing Sam?" Cindy asked, suspecting that would be the source of his depression.
"He doesn't want to see me anymore," Pat replied flatly, as he made for the doorway. It was true . . . he'd done everything he could to contact the man, without success; it was the only explanation possible, and it saddened him deeply. He almost wished he'd never met Sam, and had never known that such a friendship was possible.
Pat had gone to the gym everyday, hoping to see Sam, but the man hadn't shown up. He waited as long as possible before having to go to work, and went in early on Thursday. Pat had called Sam's home and cell lines, as well texted him, but there was no answer and no response.
"But he just came to meet us! What happened?" Cindy asked.
"I messed it up," Pat replied, as he leaned against the door frame, fighting back his emotions.
"You two seemed like you were in love just last week; I'm sure if you talk to him you can work it out," Cindy replied softly.
"He won't talk to me," Pat blurted through tears, as his feelings broke the dam of his self-control.
"What happened?" Cindy asked again, as she wondered what Patrick could possibly have done.
"It's like you said; he wanted to have sex, and I freaked out," Patrick explained, as he expressed anger at himself.
"Was he trying to force you?" Cindy wondered; it would certainly fit the sudden break in communication.
"No, nothing like that. I just didn't know what to do, so I panicked," Pat reported.
"I'm surprised he won't talk to you," Cindy noted, as she considered that Patrick might not be telling her the whole story; it certainly wouldn't be the first time that he withheld information.
"I called, and he didn't call back," Patrick lamented, as he rested his sad face against the door frame. It was painful just to talk about Sam, knowing that he wouldn't have his friendship anymore.
"Well, Patrick, it seems to me that you've got a decision to make. You either want to have a sexual relationship with Sam, or you don't. If you don't, then shame on you for leading him on for so long; but if you do, then you have to go to his house and tell him you're ready," Cindy explained softly.
"I don't know what to do," Patrick whined into the doorframe.
"Go see him after you see mother; tell him you want to work it out, and that you're ready," Cindy suggested. She had really put her hopes on Sam; he seemed to be so good for Patrick; she hadn't seen him so happy in years.
"I don't know what he wants," Patrick hedged. He desperately wanted Sam back, and he surely liked the gentle touching they'd shared, but he was afraid that his sexual inexperience would disappoint him.
"I'm sure he'd want you back, Patrick," Cindy encouraged, hoping that it was true. She didn't really want to send Pat into a situation where he'd be rejected again, but she also knew that it would be best for Pat to talk it over with Sam, even if it meant the end of their relationship.
"I guess," Pat replied, as he turned to face his sister. He wanted Sam back, but he wasn't sure about Sam wanting him.
"Patrick, sex isn't like what you see on those movies. Sam knows you, and he'll teach you, I'm sure," Cindy continued, to try and persuade her adoptive brother.
"I should go shower, so I can see mother today," Pat closed, as he turned and headed upstairs. He wasn't keen on getting relationship advice from Cindy, but he knew she cared.
Sam wondered what he'd do with the hole in his Saturday evening. He'd purposely avoided Pat at the gym, going when he knew the boy would be at work, and not at all on Friday, where the kid might have been waiting all day. He was thankful that the calls and texts had stopped. It took a while, but it seemed that Pat got the message. He didn't hate the kid for wasting his time; after all, he did get to experience what having a young boyfriend was like, right up to the important part. It was a dream . . . one that Sam had woken from, and he now found himself falling back into his old routines. He'd reacquainted himself with a couple of beautiful barely legal porn boys, watching the new scenes online. He allowed himself to see them as real people; likely not nice boys, who wouldn't be interested in a guy like him, unless he was handing over cash for service. They certainly weren't Pat, and he still figured prominently in Sam's fantasy. In time, he hoped that he and Pat would be able to have passing social contact, where he could still dream of what might have been.
Sam considered what he might have for dinner. As he considered where he'd get take out or pickup, the doorbell rang. It was fairly typical for door knockers to come around on the weekend to try and sell this or that, so Sam just ignored it. Having a `no solicitation' sign on the door seemed to have no effect.
Sam sighed, as the bell rang twice more; this one was persistent, Sam considered, as he got up and went to the door. Having a car in the driveway was likely the sure sign that he was home, and encouraged the salesperson to ring again.
Sam flung the door open, prepared to announce that he wasn't interested, and close the door immediately; unless, of course, it was a cute boy selling chocolates or something for school. Instead, it was a cute young man, standing silently in his doorway. Sam's brain told him to close the door on Pat immediately, but for some reason he just couldn't.
"Hi," Pat said, breaking the silent standoff, as he took a step forward.
Sam instinctively stepped back, which gave Pat the impression that he was invited in. Sam closed the door, once Pat was in the living room. It made sense to have him inside where the neighbours wouldn't be able to hear.
"I see you have luggage," Sam noted, as he really didn't know what to say. The kid clearly had not gotten the message from being simply ignored. Pat carried a small backpack, smaller than his gym bag, so it clearly could not able to contain all his important possessions, if he were kicked out of his sister's house, the one Dan seemed to think was his.
"I went to see my mom today," Pat explained, as he sat down, without being invited.
Sam joined him in the room, and sat in the armchair, rather than join Pat on the couch, as he would normally have done.
"So what would you like to talk about?" Sam opened, knowing that Pat would make small talk all night, unless he directed the conversation.
"You still pissed about last weekend?" Pat quizzed; he needed to know where Sam's mind was focused, and how apologetic he needed to be.
"I'm not angry, Pat; just disappointed," Sam replied.
"Yeah, I'm sorry; I just freaked out," Pat explained, trying to sound casual.
"I understand," Sam offered; he hoped that he could go back to the gym, now that they made up. It wouldn't be the same, but at least they'd be civil.
"So, friends again?" Pat asked, wondering if he should have just made it a statement.
"We can be friendly at the gym, but we're not going to be friends again, Pat," Sam explained.
Remembering what Cindy had said about having to let Sam know that he was ready, Pat got up off the couch and knelt in front of Sam, putting his hands on the man's forearms.
Sam was worried that the kid was going to beg; it wasn't something Pat had done before, and he certainly didn't want to deal with any crying.
"Pat get up!" Sam ordered.
"You don't want to have sex with me?" Pat asked softly, trying to sound confident.
"What?" Sam spat, confused by the boy's suggestion.
"After all, you took me out and spent money on me," Pat reasoned, hoping Sam would give in, assuming that if it went well, then they could carry on their relationship.
Sam had moved to try and stand, but Pat was still at his feet. He gripped the back of the kid's head and hugged it into his chest. Pat's hair smelled nice; it must have been recently washed, Sam figured, based on its brightness. Whatever visit Pat had with his bedridden mother . . . it must have been brief.
"Pat, I don't want sex as a reward. I wanted you to move to the next stage of a serious relationship, but I see now that you were too immature for that. I'm sorry if I pressured you," Sam explained, as he stroked the back of Pat's head, running his fingers through the soft, longish hair.
"You want me to be young, and mature; I'm not perfect, you know," Pat said, tilting his head back to look up at the man's face. He felt comfortable in the embrace; he knew in that moment that he wanted Sam.
Sam considered that he'd just been scolded for wanting too much; that Pat was right - he was young, and all that entailed . . . not just his cute body.
"So you're saying you're ready... right now?" Sam pushed. He thought that he should get a shot at bedding the kid; he certainly wasn't going to have any other nineteen year old banging on his door tonight.
"After you apologize for not calling me back," Pat accused. He knew that Sam was angry, but, still, he should have been the one to take the high road.
"I'm sorry I ignored you; it was wrong, Pat," Sam offered unreservedly.
"I understand," Pat replied, as he tried to match Sam's serious tone.
Sam smiled at his young friend's response, as they stood up.
"The bedroom is this way," Sam gestured, knowing that Pat knew full well where it was. The question was . . . would the kid follow him, or was this just more games.
At the doorway to his master bedroom, Sam stopped to turn and see if Pat was following, when Pat crashed into him. Sam hadn't expected the kid was so close behind, expecting him, instead, to be standing bashfully in the living room.
"Sorry," Pat mumbled, as he ended up in the bedroom, with Sam standing just inside the door. Sam pushed the door closed, and began to strip down. He watched, as Pat followed him . . . piece for piece. It wasn't the first time he'd seen the young man naked, but somehow, in the soft light, Pat was hot, and Sam was hot for him.
Sam sat on the bed and guided Pat into lying on his back. The man then rolled over and on top of his beautiful bottom boy. This is where they'd been the week before - cocks together, as Sam eased his weight down. He softly kissed the boy, until Pat relaxed enough to allow a foreign tongue into his mouth. Sam skipped over the sensitive nipples, and went right down on the teenage cock. Pat moaned loudly, as he was sucked for the first time. The feeling was overwhelming, as he made incoherent sounds, expressing his joy. Sam was eager to get Pat to a release, so that he would have the comfort of a positive experience. He pushed right down to the bottom of the boy's cock, and then back up again. Pat was far closer than Sam realized, exploding in his mouth after just a few minutes of sucking. Sam was embarrassed to gag on the little cum fountain. Spitting out onto the boy's belly, he quickly went back to sucking at a reduced pace, extending Pat's pleasure, while the kid writhed in ecstasy. Finally, Sam released the spent cock, and took stock of his beautiful, young boyfriend.
"So how was that?" he asked, as he stroked Pat's soft face.
"Fucking amazing!" Pat sighed. It was so much better than masturbating, that he wished he'd done this sooner.
Pat lay in the afterglow, as Sam slowly stroked his body. He knew that he would be expected to reciprocate, so he figured it should be sooner, rather than later. He rolled over and sought the large cock. It was still hard, as he gripped the base and plunged his mouth down over the head. He wasn't able to get very far down without gagging, so he slurped and lapped, mostly at the head. Occasionally, he'd feel Sam's hand push gently on the back of his head, and he'd try to go a bit deeper. Sam reached down and guided Pat to jerk off the larger cock with one hand while sucking. Pat was eager to do well, and snapped to at Sam's instructions, licking the sides of the cock and the hairy balls. Sam was clearly enjoying his work, moaning and encouraging, but he wasn't showing any signs of a release. He positioned Pat on top, as they moved into a 69. Sam found Pat's cock ready for more attention, as the sucking continued. Pat's moans, while sucking, was a wonderful sensation for the man, as he fought to take the whole cock from his supine position. Sam's cock was perhaps two inches longer than Pat's, and it was much thicker, making the boy's work more tiresome. Pat's inexperience meant that his fatigue slowed his enthusiasm. He wanted to please Sam, and pushed himself to suck as deep and as fast as he could. Then he felt a new sensation, as Sam found his hole. A tongue lapping at his ass was an unexpected pleasure for Pat, as he stopped sucking the man to gasp and moan his enjoyment. The moment Pat had worried about came as he felt more than a tongue at his hole - it was a finger making its way up his ass. He clamped down instinctively, to stop its progress.
"Suck, Patty, suck it," Sam encouraged, as his cock had been without pleasure for a few minutes.
Pat went back to work with vigour, slurping as he licked, and then sucking down as far as he could go. Before he realized it, the finger was fully inside him, and was now moving in and out. Pat relaxed, as he felt no pain from the intruder, but he knew it was tiny, in comparison to what he was sucking on. Suddenly, he gave in to the continued attention on his cock and ass, providing Sam with his second, less voluminous, load.
Sam reached down and began to stroke himself, as Pat continued to suck. The man's moans became urgent, as Pat felt warm cum fill his mouth. He swallowed the first load, and then coughed, as he spat out the second.
"Keep sucking!" Sam ordered.
Pat complied, as the largest volumes of cum had already been ejected. He sucked slowly, as Sam had done for him, until the man pulled his hair gently, to get him to stop. Quickly, the cock was replaced with Sam's lips, as they kissed passionately.
As the event subsided, Sam announced,
"Ok, I guess we can be friends again."
Pat burst out laughing. Once he'd caught his breath he added,
"I'm sleeping over tonight."
Look for the next chapter in about a week.