On Friday night, Sam pulled up outside of the grocery where Pat worked. It was just ten o'clock, and the boy's shift should be over; he should appear at any moment for his pickup by Sam, who turned off the motor and waited patiently. Pat had been closer to his normal self over the last couple of weeks, as Sam had encouraged him to return to his routines. It was Pat's idea to take on an extra shift, perhaps filling in the vacant time on his Friday, replacing the time he would have spent with his deceased mother.
Pat trotted across the parking lot and jumped into the car.
"Hello, there," Sam greeted cheerfully, as he took Pat's hand. He wanted to kiss him, but he knew that wasn't desired, just outside his workplace.
"I have bad news," Pat advised, as they drove away.
"Oh yeah?" Sam quizzed, as he considered what Pat's news might be.
"They're selling the house!" Pat blurted
"Cindy is selling the house?" Sam confirmed, as he considered it to be rather soon after her mother's funeral.
"Yeah, they want their own house; not mom's house," Pat explained, with some irritation. It had come as a shock to him when they announced it over dinner last night. Pat was still processing what it meant, before deciding to tell Sam.
"I guess that means you're not invited," Sam figured, considering the preamble of it being bad news.
"Cindy said she'd help me find my own place, but I guess I have to start working weekends," Pat noted.
Sam knew what Cindy meant, and what Pat was likely thinking, as well; they wanted Pat to live with him. It seemed like a natural transition, given that Pat was spending more than half the week at his house anyway; but he had reservations. Pat was young, and this was his first real relationship; Sam wondered if it would last. He surely couldn't kick the kid out onto the street if he broke up with him, so moving in would require a level of commitment that he wondered if they were both prepared for. He'd known Pat barely six months, and now he had to consider if he was husband material. Sam wondered how manipulative Cindy and Dan had been, pushing Pat out at an emotional low point in his life, and right into the hands of his only other apparent option.
"When are they putting it up for sale?" Sam questioned if perhaps it was just a concept, not yet a fully formed plan.
"Next week I think, but Cindy said it could take a while to sell, so they might not be moving for six months," Pat reported.
"Do you want to move out sooner?" Sam asked.
"I want to stay and save money as long as I can," Pat reported, as he considered the desperation of his situation. Cindy had taken over for his mother, and now he was losing her, too.
"Why don't you move in with me? You're practically living at my place anyway," Sam suggested casually.
"Really?" Pat replied softly.
"Sure, there's no point in you renting a room in someone's basement, just so you can spend two nights a week there," Sam reasoned.
"Ok," Pat giggled with excitement. He had considered living with Sam a strong possibility, but he didn't really know how to ask him.
"We can set you up in the guest room," Sam suggested, referring to his unused second bedroom.
"Won't I just sleep with you, like we do now?" Pat wondered, at the man's suggestion. He expected that he'd share the man's bed.
"Of course, but you might want your own space – we can set it up as a gaming room, or something like that," Sam suggested, thinking that Pat would want a space to call his own.
"That'd be cool; a gaming room," Pat considered excitedly. Moving in with Sam had moved from a hopeful proposition to an exciting certainty.
"This is a big deal for both of us, Pat; it's not like we can just break up if things don't work out; we have to be committed," Sam noted, as he considered a trip to his lawyer to be in order as well. He knew the law would permit Pat to claim part of his assets, if they did break up after living together for some time; he just didn't remember how many years that would be. While he loved Pat, and did want him for the long term, the last thing he'd need would be losing half his money, and messing up his retirement.
"I know," Pat replied, not sure what he should say. He wanted Sam to take care of him, and couldn't imagine a better situation.
********** Sam woke on the first Saturday with his live in boyfriend beside him; he couldn't really call Pat his husband; not yet, anyway. Pat had worked the night before, and now slept beside him. Sam liked the idea of having three nights a week to himself; it gave him space, and Pat his own income from working at the grocery.
Moving his stuff in had been easy; organizing it was going to be the challenge. Sam had removed the double bed from his guest room and stored it in the basement. All of Pat's belongings were now in boxes in the second bedroom, along with his bed from his mother's house. Pat seemed eager to bring it, and Cindy had no use for it; so Sam had agreed. Pat had yet to use it in its new location, but Sam knew that it would be practical, if either were sick or just pissed off with the other. He wondered if it would just make Pat seem like a boarder, living in his house with his own separate life.
"Where are you going?" Pat asked groggily, as Sam got out of bed.
"To the bathroom. I can't spend all day in bed," Sam reported.
"But I'm horny," Pat protested.
"Come take a shower with me, and I'll blow you in there," Sam suggested.
"Aren't you going to fuck me?" Pat pleaded. He liked the fullness of accepting Sam's cock, and the tremendous orgasms the man gave him.
Sam leaped on the bed and pushed Pat's head into the pillow, as he yanked on the boy's shorts.
"Wait, Sam, I have to piss first," Pat protested.
"Shut up and take it bitch; you're in my house now!" Sam thundered.
"Get off me, you goof." Pat giggled at the man's aggressive language.
Sam released his young friend, who scampered off to the bathroom. As Sam followed, he considered that Pat knew him well enough now that he wasn't easily fooled. Pat seemed to have a new level of confidence, now that his living situation had been stabilized. Sam knew that he was, in some ways, a parental figure to Pat, but he could feel them growing into a more equal relationship.
When he got back from the bathroom, Pat was waiting for Sam, spread out on the bed, and ready to go. Sam slipped on a condom, and then mounted his young man. He gripped the boy's hair, as he pushed in. Pat grunted and panted, as he usually did, dealing with the large intruder. Sam could tell when Pat was ready, as he quickly relaxed and got the fucking he wanted.
Sam was good at it, Pat considered, as he alternated from hard quick thrusts to slow easy strokes. The quick stuff felt the best, but it was the slow constant pacing that got him off. Pat could feel himself ready for release, after only a few minutes of hard action. He involuntarily tightened his ass, as his legs jiggled from the orgasm. He let Sam know he was cumming, with a long, high-pitched moan. He instantly relaxed, as he revelled in the orgasmic high. Sam continued to fuck him at a gentle pace, prolonging the ecstasy.
"Here we go, Patty," Sam warned, as he resumed his normal speed.
Pat grunted, as the pleasure wave subsided; it wasn't as bad as the initial penetration, but it took a couple of minutes for it to be enjoyable again. Pat moaned uncontrollably, as he knew Sam liked to hear him enjoying it. The man was fucking him for his own pleasure, now pushing for his orgasm. Pat loved that Sam was getting pleasure from fucking him, as he encouraged the man.
"Faster ... oh so deep!" Pat moaned, as Sam kept his metronomic pace.
Suddenly, Sam stopped and flipped them both over, so that Pat was now sitting impaled on the cock, as the man steadied him with his hands.
"Bounce, Patty – fuck yourself!" Sam encouraged him, in the new position.
Pat did as he was asked, but the speed was nowhere near as quick as when he was on the bottom.
"Turn around this way," Sam ordered, as he guided Pat to turn and face him, with his cock still buried deep in the young hole.
"That's worse," Pat complained, about the new position.
"Come on; bounce for me, Patty," Sam encouraged, as he stroked the boy's cock.
Pat complied, even though he didn't really like the riding position; but he knew Sam wanted it. Whether it was fucking himself on Sam's tool, or the man's stroking of his cock, he felt the surge of an impending orgasm, as he felt numbness and pleasure at the same time. Pat squirted onto Sam's chest, as he sat on his crotch. He would have toppled off, if it weren't for Sam's steady hands on his sides.
Pat was flipped over again, this time on his back, with Sam on top, still deep inside him. Pat wrapped his legs around Sam's back, as the man fucked him hard. This was the full speed pounding that heralded one of Sam's releases. Pat was lost in a mix of pleasure and pain, as the cock slammed into his ass. He encouraged the man's pleasure, and the finality it would bring.
"Harder! Harder!" Pat shouted, as, thankfully, Sam grunted his own orgasm's arrival.
The man thrust in a few more times, before releasing Pat and letting both their bodies rest on the bed. Sam's cock slipped out, as a result, leaving Pat with an empty feeling.
Pat was trapped under Sam's sweaty body, as they recovered. He could handle the man's weight crushing him, and, in fact, enjoyed the closeness after such an intense activity.
"That was amazing, Pat!" Sam gushed, as he caught his breath.
Pat liked to hear words of praise; even though he did little more than lay there, the point was that Sam loved fucking him. His own double orgasm was awesome, but he considered it secondary to Sam's needs. He knew it was impossible for the man, but Pat would be willing to be fucked every night.
Life had found a routine for Pat and Sam, as they had lived together for a month. They both had their work schedules, and Pat had kept going with his education. Their sexual activities had even found a routine, with hard fucking occurring Saturday mornings and Tuesday evenings. Pat still got and gave oral sex on demand, with the boy's needs typically a daily occurrence.
Cindy arrived unannounced on Monday evening; it was the first time she'd come over to see Sam's house. Pat had gone to see her a few times after moving out, but there was no discussion of her coming over.
"I just need Pat to sign a couple of documents," Cindy announced, as she burst in. Sam noticed a Car parked out on the street, and assumed the waiting driver to be Dan. Sam was just as happy to have him remain out there.
"Cindy!" Pat greeted, when he rushed into the room, having heard the doorbell and the woman's voice.
"Come on; I'll show you around," Pat urged, after a hug.
"I don't have time, Patrick; I need you to sign these to close the sale of mother's house," she instructed.
Pat dutifully sat down in the living room to comply, as Sam joined them without waiting to be invited.
"Why does Pat need to sign anything?" Sam quizzed, at the rush to get signatures.
"It's just a legal thing," Cindy dismissed.
"Did Pat inherit part of the house?" Sam wondered aloud.
"Right here, Patrick, and again on the next two pages," Cindy instructed, as she ignored Sam.
"Put the pen down, Pat," Sam snapped.
Both Pat and Cindy looked directly at Sam.
"The lawyer thought it would be best to get Pat's signature, but we don't really need it," Cindy explained nervously
"Great! then he doesn't need to sign," Sam said with finality.
"Patrick, why don't you come over to the house tomorrow?" Cindy said, as she closed her file of papers, and scowled at Sam.
"I'll bring him over tomorrow night, after we have a chat with my lawyer," Sam replied acidly.
Pat went very quiet, as the he didn't really understand what was going on, but it was clear that Sam was upset, and now Cindy was leaving in a huff.
After Cindy was gone, Sam sat down with Pat.
"Something isn't right here, Pat; she shouldn't need you to sell her house, and I'm guessing you're entitled to something here," Sam explained.
"I don't want to mess up Cindy," Pat explained, knowing that she'd always been nice to him.
"I'll make some calls tomorrow; did your mother ever mention a Will? Or say that you'd inherit anything?" Sam asked, thinking it very suspicious of Cindy to rush in for a quick signature.
"No," Pat snapped, as discussions centered around his mother brought him back to her loss.
Sam knew he'd be all right, later; perhaps after he gave him a blowjob.
********** The next day, Sam gave Pat his report, after he came back from his self-study school.
"Ok, so I spoke to my lawyer, and he made a few calls. The bottom line is that you and Cindy are both entitled to the house as children of the owner; being adopted makes no difference. We can block the sale of the house until Cindy agrees to a settlement. I'm thinking you're entitled to half the house," Sam explained.
"I don't want move back there," Pat informed.
"No, of course not; you'd get half the money when it does sell," Sam repeated more directly for his young friend.
"I don't want to mess up Cindy getting her new house," Pat replied, as he didn't really consider taking money from her to be the right thing to do.
"Pat, I'm your partner; I'm not going to let anyone screw you out of what's yours," Sam noted, as he was getting upset with Pat's apparent acquiescence to Cindy's plan.
"You're the only one who gets to screw me," Pat giggled, as he knew it was Tuesday night. His thoughts drifted to the man's body pressed down on him, as he took his thick cock.
"Pat, you're going to call Cindy tonight, and tell her that you are not going to sign anything until we get to meet with her lawyer and work out the details," Sam scolded.
"Ok, fine; I'll call her," Pat agreed, as he didn't like it when Sam was angry.
"How was school?" Sam changed subjects, now that he'd gotten his point across.
"Good; I got caught up on everything," Pat replied.
"I'll make dinner in an hour," Sam suggested, as he looked as his watch.
"You want to fuck me before dinner?" Pat asked, with a smile, as he leaned on the back of the couch.
Sam got up and casually walked over to his young boyfriend, and then picked him up and carried him off to the bedroom, to give him what he wanted.
The final chapter should be up in a week or so.