Sam woke to a nice warm feeling, as he lay on his back. Pat was slowly teasing the head of Sam's cock with his tongue; the boy's head was resting on Sam's belly, with his back curved around. Sam gently touched the soft back, and then ran his fingers through Pat's soft, dirty-blond hair.
"That's a nice way to wake up," Sam commented.
Pat's response was to take the top quarter of Sam's penis into his mouth, as he sucked in earnest.
"You really like playing with that thing," Sam commented.
"It was mostly hard, already, when I woke up," Pat explained, as he rolled over to face Sam, with a large body roll, twisting his legs in the air to lie opposite to the way he was. Sam looked down his chest at the lightly freckled face, and felt contentment in the brown eyes that stared back at him.
Sam was content, as well, with their third `sleep over', as the boy insisted on calling them. The first had seemed more like a sexual collision of discovered sensations, and the realization of an impossible dream, to have a nineteen year old in his bed.
"I don't think I've got another load for you," Sam advised, thinking back to the suck-a-thon last night.
"I bet I do," Patrick noted, with a broad smile.
Patrick had become rather insatiable, once he knew how much he liked being sucked. In fact, he wanted it so often that it was almost to the point of being demanding, a problem Sam never thought he'd have to deal with. It was a small price to pay for having Pat in his bed, and the kid was a trooper when it came to reciprocating. Sam certainly had less loads to give, but it required more work on Pat's part to get them. He was able to take almost half the cock into his mouth, in a cacophony of slurping and gagging, followed by the eventual urgent swallowing. Pat did get tired, and usually had to use his hand to stroke the base of the large cock, in order to get the job done, but it was all a wonderful feeling for Sam, regardless.
Sam rolled over onto his side, as they both took a diagonal position on the bed, in opposite directions; it was a comfortable position for their sixty-nine. Pat's moaning started almost immediately, as the experienced man worked on the young cock. The vibrations were pleasant for Sam, as the young mouth worked on his cock, too, even though a release was unlikely. Sam slowed his progress after a few minutes of aggressive sucking, to try and prolong Pat's pleasure. Sam liked the fact that Pat vocalized his feelings; he found that some of his previous partners were far too quiet during sex. Pat, however, had no endurance, and filled Sam's mouth with warm cum, as he thrust his hips instinctively, as best he could from a lying position.
"So, guess that means you're actually gay," Sam joked, as Pat rolled onto his back to free his sensitive cock from Sam's mouth.
"I don't know," Pat replied, as he jerked from Sam's gentle touch on his balls.
"You don't know?" Sam replied, at the unusual response. The kid couldn't get enough of having his dick sucked, and had no issue with forcing a man's penis into his mouth. How could he not be gay?
"I don't act gay, and I don't talk gay; neither do you," Pat mused.
"Ah, you're a homosexual, but not gay, queer, whatever," Sam considered.
Patrick nodded his agreement. He liked having sex with Sam very much, and appreciated his friendship even more. The idea that he might someday grow out of it, and marry a woman, was out of the question; but he also didn't see himself as part of the gay community.
"Truth is, Pat, most gay guys are like us, which I suspect is why most people don't realize how large the gay population is. TV shows tend to show just one type of gay person - a campy, high pitched, effeminate character. We'll go downtown sometime and you can see for yourself that there are lots of people like us; but I'm going to have to beat them off you with a stick when they see how cute you are," Sam explained.
Pat blushed at the suggestion that he was cute; he knew Sam liked him, but he didn't like to be complimented when, in his mind, Sam was the attractive one.
"I got you something," Sam said, to change the subject.
"What?" Pat wondered, as the man reached over to the night table.
"A vibrator!" Sam announced with fanfare, as he produced a six inch tool, just a bit smaller than the boy's own penis.
"Yeaaaa," Pat replied sarcastically, as he knew where it was likely going to be inserted.
"Something to get you loosened up for the main event," Sam suggested, as he gestured at his own now flaccid cock.
"Is it going to hurt?" Patrick asked apprehensively.
"Maybe just a little, but then it will feel good," Sam consoled in a soft voice.
He handed the vibe to Pat, as he reached over and found the bottle of lube that he knew would be required for anal activities. As Sam put some lube on his fingers, Pat realized that it was going to happen immediately.
"We're going to do it now?" Pat whined, as they hadn't even discussed it.
"Sure. You've taken two fingers; this thing won't be much more," Sam reassured, as he began to lube the young hole.
"But it's longer!" Pat protested; yet he remained docile, as he was prepared.
"And that will make it feel better," Sam suggested, as he took the vibe back and turned it on.
Sam flipped Pat onto his belly and spread his legs; all the while, Pat was compliant, as he inserted the tool quickly. Pat grunted and whined at the initial penetration, as Sam slowly eased it in and out, increasing the depth each time. Pat's grunts seemed over dramatic from Sam's point of view, but it was progress at least.
"Is that all of it?" Pat wondered, as he turned his head.
"Half, maybe," Sam noted; but, in reality, it was more likely a third.
Sam quickened the pace, until he got most of it in, and then increased the stroke depth, back to about a third, then all the way in. Pat moaned on each push, spreading his legs wider.
"That feel better?" Sam asked, knowing that he must be hitting that magic spot. Pat just moaned in response.
Sam rolled Pat onto his side, and lifted one leg, as he continued to manipulate the vibe. He took one of Pat's hands and guided it to the base of the tool.
"Ok, you do it; just keep the same angle," Sam instructed.
Pat complied, but conveyed his confusion with his expression. He thought this was Sam's job, not something he was to do himself.
"There you go," Sam encouraged, as Pat fucked himself with the vibrator. "You can practice at home."
"You want me to take this thing home?!" Pat protested. What if Cindy or, worse, Dan sees me with it, let alone catches me using it? Pat thought.
"If you use it a few times a week, you'll get yourself ready for the real thing," Sam reasoned. Pat had never had action with another teen, so Sam knew that skipping right to a man's cock was going to be a challenge.
"Maybe next year," Pat grumbled.
"I want to fuck you while you're still a teen," Sam noted selfishly, but he knew that Pat would never be ready if it was left up to him; Sam was going to have to be the one to push things along.
After a lazy Sunday, Sam drove Pat home, insisting that he take his vibe and lube for homework. He hoped that the kid would complain that the batteries ran out, but he knew that it would be a victory if he used it even once. Pat was a cautious creature, so Sam hoped that the kid liked anal probing enough to keep at it.
The following Friday, Patrick came downstairs with his large backpack.
"You moving out?" Dan asked.
"No," Pat replied, irritated by the suggestion.
"You'll be twenty, soon," Dan noted.
"So," Pat replied, thinking his age had nothing to do with being ready to be on his own.
"Are you going to Sam's after seeing mother today?" Cindy interjected, as she entered the hallway. She knew that Pat was spending every weekend with his man friend, so it seemed likely that he was taking his large backpack, so that he could go straight to Sam's after visiting their sick mother.
"Yeah," Pat replied, not wanting to be questioned on what his plans were.
"Well, have a good time, and say hello to Sam for us," Cindy closed, genuinely pleased to see her little brother happy again.
Pat arrived at Sam's house by bus after the visit with his mother. She was getting worse; even he had to admit that now, but he hoped that she could somehow bounce back, and maybe someday come home.
Pat knocked on the door, and waited for Sam to let him in,
"Did you do your homework?" Sam asked, as he flung the door open.
"Yeah," Pat confirmed; he had used the vibe twice. It wasn't that bad; he could get it in easily, but he didn't get much pleasure from it.
"Ok, make yourself busy for a half hour; I've got a couple of things to tie up," Sam explained. His home based business had its advantages, one of which was having your boyfriend come over on a Friday afternoon. Sam slapped Pat's ass playfully, as he headed off to his office.
Closer to an hour later, Sam was done. He found Pat playing on his game console in the living room; he'd taken to bringing it over for the weekends. It was a bit of a distraction, but Sam had to admit that there were times like this, when he couldn't give Pat his attention, so it did prove useful.
He came up from behind the boy and gripped the sides of his face with his hands, and pulled his head back. Looking down on the boy's face, Sam kissed him upside down. It seemed strange, yet exotic.
"You're all mine `til Sunday, you sexy beast," Sam gushed, truly happy for that to be the case.
"I don't have to work until Wednesday, if you want me to stay," Pat suggested.
Sam released him, and came around to sit with his boy in a couch cuddle.
"Why aren't you working?" Sam wondered.
"They changed my hours; they wanted me to work Wednesday to Saturday, but I told them I can't work Friday or Saturday, so I ended up with just two days," Pat explained.
Sam knew that Friday was for his mother, but surely that could be moved to earlier in the week, and that Saturday was for him. He wanted to tell the kid that he could work Saturday; that it would be ok with him, but the truth was . . . he wanted him for the entire weekend. Pat didn't need that much money, given his basic lifestyle, and Sam did pay for all their weekend activities. Still, he expected that he must be paying Cindy something for his expenses.
"Is that going to be permanent?" Sam wondered.
"I guess so," Pat replied. Sam wondered how he couldn't know definitively, but Pat wasn't one to question such things.
"You could always see your mother on a different day," Sam suggested, which should have been obvious.
"I guess, but then I wouldn't finish work until late on Friday," Pat reasoned, as he considered that half of Saturday would be lost with him sleeping late.
"Can you afford to work just two days?" Sam asked.
"Not really; it's just sixteen hours," Pat explained, embarrassed by his predicament. He could get another job, but he found the grocery easy work. He couldn't imagine going to work at a mall, where he'd have to deal more with people than with products.
"I have a plan," Sam announced.
"Really?" Pat was surprised that the man could come up with something so quickly.
"Part of it I was going to suggest to you before this," Sam noted. "How about you work for me one day a week, and do your high school equivalency the other day?" Sam suggested.
"I'm not going back to school!" Pat snapped angrily, scowling his disapproval of the topic. He thought Sam should know better than to open that wound.
"Listen, first. It's not high school; its adult school. I checked into it; it's mostly self-study, but you can drop in and get help certain hours every day during the week." Sam paused, as Pat sat with his arms folded.
"I can't give you work every week, so when you're not working for me, you study. Some weeks I might use you both days; either way, I'll make sure you get paid enough to cover your weekly expenses," Sam explained.
He often did hire students for basic work, but that was usually college kids. Regardless, he could find something for Pat to do, but it wouldn't be the predictable job he had at the grocery.
"Just think about it," Sam closed, seeing that Pat wasn't going to enter into a dialogue on the topic.
Sam left Pat alone for a while to finish his game. It didn't take long for the boy to arrive at his office, and wrap his arms around him in a hug from behind.
"You want a little lovin' do you?" Sam suggested, knowing his horny boyfriend couldn't remain upset for long.
"Oh, yeah!" Pat beamed.
Sam took Pat to the bedroom, where the boy quickly stripped down. Sam was more casual in his disrobing, as he watched Pat's cock rise to a full erection on its own. Sam pulled off his underwear, releasing his own erection. Pat knelt down immediately, and began to suck on it. Sam sighed, as his young boyfriend pleased him. He was amazed at how much Pat was able to take into his throat, compared to when they first had sex.
Sam reached down and grabbed the kid's hair, giving it a little tug to get him off the cock, and onto his feet. Over time, he realized that Pat wanted to be dominated, not that he wanted rough sex, but rather that he expected Sam to tell him what to do in the bedroom.
"Did you bring your homework?" Sam asked.
"It's in my bag," Pat replied, not sure what Sam had planned.
"Get it and jump on the bed," the man commanded.
Pat complied eagerly, allowing the man to position him on his back. Sam lifted the boy's legs, and inserted the lubricated vibe. Pat grunted softly on penetration, but then sighed, as the tool went deep. Pat found it more enjoyable than when he used it on his own, figuring that it was because Sam moved it faster and deeper than he could on his own. Sam noticed that Pat's cock was hard during the mechanical fucking. He eased Pat's legs down, leaving the vibe in deep, and went down on his cock, sucking slowly. Pat moaned loudly, as his legs quivered, clearly enjoying the new sensation of having his cock stimulated, while the machine was pressed against his prostate. Pat erupted far too quickly for Sam's liking, with throaty grunts of pleasure, as his head thrashed side to side. Sam moved swiftly to remove the vibe, now that Pat was done, and then slowly licked the sensitive cock, causing more vocal reactions from his young friend.
"Like that?" Sam asked rhetorically.
"Oh, yeah!" Pat sighed.
Sam sat up on Pat's torso, flopping his hard cock in Pat's face, fully aroused.
"Ready for the main event?" Sam asked hopefully.
"Now?" Pat questioned.
"Sure, you're relaxed; I'll just slip it in," Sam hoped, but he knew that it would be more of a struggle than he was letting on.
He produced a condom, and opened the package without waiting for Pat to respond. He quickly slipped it on, and got off Pat to stand next to the bed. He pulled Pat's legs up, and positioned his cock for entry.
"Here we go," he announced, as he looked at his partner's face.
Pat whined as Sam pushed. Just as Sam felt the sphincter open, Pat groaned loudly, and pushed the cock back out. He rolled over and touched his hand to his ass protectively, clearly reacting to the pain of the aborted entry. He wanted to give Sam what he wanted, but it was just too much to bear. He hoped the man wouldn't be angry with him.
Sam eased Pat's hips back, and positioned for another attempt.
"Try it this way, Patty," he encouraged, with the kid in a typical doggy position.
Sam pushed in, while pulling back on Pat's hips, and got a good third in, but Pat moved forward and broke the coupling. Sam was having enough of this, hopping up onto the bed, he pushed Pat's legs apart with his knees, and pushed his cock in hard. The position left Pat no option to move, as he was underneath Sam when the searing pain shot into his ass. Sam got halfway in this time, hoping to get deep enough for Pat to relax.
"Breathe, baby, just breathe," Sam consoled, while Pat gasped and groaned, as he tried his best to take it, but the pain was just too intense.
"Get off me!" Pat snapped, using what had become their unofficial safe phrase.
Sam paused, since Pat wasn't struggling, hoping that perhaps he wasn't putting too much weight onto the smaller body below him. He closed his legs a bit and pushed in with just his hips.
"Take it out!" Pat shouted, offering a more clear instruction.
Sam relented and pulled out. He sat back and removed the condom, throwing it to the floor, as if it was a sign that they were done with penetration.
Realizing that Pat wasn't just frightened, that he was in real pain, Sam lay down and cuddled with him, as his own frustration subsided.
"You ok?" he whispered into the kid's ear, as he held him.
"I'm so sorry," Pat whined. He really wanted to give Sam what he wanted, but he'd disappointed him again.
"It's ok, Patty; we'll try again another time," Sam suggested, as he held his boy, hoping that there would be another time. He didn't understand why the boy wasn't able to accept him; he'd been stretched and relaxed; surely there would be some pain, but nothing like what Pat had vocalized. He just hoped that he hadn't injured him.
After a few minutes, Pat recovered and insisted on sucking Sam to give him a release. He worked hard at giving the man his consolation prize, taking it as deep as he could in his throat. Sam eventually unloaded, fucking the kid's mouth instead of his ass, but it was still all good by Sam.
"So now that you've had the appetizer, what do you want for dinner?" Sam asked jovially, to let Pat know that he wasn't still upset about the aborted penetration.
"Pizza?" Pat suggested predictably.
During dinner, Pat seemed to be back to his usual self, but Sam decided not to bring up the topic of their afternoon delight. He knew that Pat would try again, if he played it cool. He recognized that Pat wanted to please him, and that showing his frustration would only make things worse. He admitted to himself that it was the cause of their, thankfully, brief break-up. Sam considered that they were going to get there; it was just going to take a little longer.
I should have the next chapter completed in about a week.