Pat had gotten up later than Sam, on Thursday, as he typically did. Sam was busy working in his home office, while Pat started his day with a shower, and was now getting some breakfast. They would be off to the gym in an hour, and, afterward, he'd be working at the grocery. Pat's mind lingered on the situation with Cindy; he still couldn't believe that she was intentionally cheating him out of something. His mother had never mentioned how things would play out after her passing; Pat just assumed that he would continue to live in her house with Cindy and Dan. The concept of moving out, or, worse, being pushed out, had never entered his mind. Dan was a prick; that much was obvious, but there was no way he could believe that Cindy would go along with any plot against him. While she was pushing him out with the sale of the house, she still said that she would help him find a place to live.
"Sexy Beast," Sam noted, as he slapped Pat on the ass.
Sam always found Pat the sexiest after showering; perhaps it was from their original shower chats at the gym, or perhaps because Pat smelled nice, or it could also be that his hair was never neater than after a shower.
"Fuck me right here," Pat pleaded dramatically.
"You want it baby? Right here in the kitchen?" Sam joined in the fun, as he stood behind Pat and bumped his hips into the boy's behind.
Pat pulled down his boxers, and stuck out his ass, with a cute wiggle.
"Seriously, do me now?" Pat asked.
"You'll have to wait `til Saturday, Pat," Sam noted, as he went back to getting his coffee refilled.
"You've had two days to rest; why can't we fuck more often?" Pat pleaded.
"If you get it every day, then it won't be special," Sam explained, but he really meant that it was the pace of his sex drive, although he did worry that Pat might get bored of him at some point. He was young, after all, and, admittedly, not perfect, so some straying was possible.
Pat gave up and pulled his shorts back on; they'd be off to the gym soon anyway, he reasoned. He knew that he could have oral sex later, if he wanted; Sam never denied his request for that form of sexual relief.
Just before they left, Cindy's lawyer called and arranged for a meeting next week, giving Pat more stress, especially after the last time they'd met. He had a fleeting thought of just going over and signing the documents she requested, but he knew that Sam would be insanely disappointed in him.
He woke on Saturday morning to find himself alone in bed. It was just before nine, a bit earlier than he typically got up, but it seemed that Sam was getting up even earlier of late. Pat recalled the warmth of waking up in Sam's arms, but sleeping late he missed that. He waddled off to the bathroom and drained his bladder. On the way back to the bedroom, he passed by Sam's office, to find the man on his computer. After lingering briefly, he decided not to bother him, and crawled back into bed, and drifted off for more sleep. He later sensed that Sam had returned to bed, when a warm body encircled his, as he returned to a groggy semi-conscious state. His senses sharpened, as he suddenly realized that Sam had entered him. The large cock was deep inside him, as he growled in discomfort.
"Wow! You were so easy to mount, but now you're so fucking tight!" Sam noted, as he began to stroke in and out of the young hole.
Pat relaxed, as the sensations from the moving cock triggered wonderful feelings. He gave himself to his man, spreading his legs wide and pushing his hips up. Sam responded by slamming in deep, with hard slow thrusts. Pat moaned in pleasure, as Sam gave him what he wanted - the variable paced hard thrusts, followed by the slow, deep, consistent fucking that gave Pat the most pleasure. He certainly liked the hard stuff, but it was the slow-paced fullness that gave him his orgasms.
Pat felt Sam withdraw, without explanation. He turned his head back to see the man re-lubricating.
"We've been at it a while," Sam noted, as his young friend wore him out.
"Yeah, I came twice already," Pat noted, in a totally relaxed state. He would have been happy for Sam to just carry on, but he knew the man must be getting tired.
Sam positioned him with his legs on the floor and his belly on the bed for the final round. Sam fucked him fast, as he held onto his hips. Pat lifted himself up on his elbows, panting,
"Faster, fuck me faster!" Pat said.
He could feel Sam getting closer, as the pounding went on, with the man thrusting in slowly the last few times.
"Oh, I love you, Patty," Sam gushed, before easing out his cock. They'd been at it for close to half an hour, and he was tired. He imagined that Pat must be getting sore. He wondered how long it would take him, if they did start fucking three times a week.
The day Pat had dreaded finally arrived; he and Sam made their way to see Cindy's lawyer. Pat was concerned about being squeezed in the middle between his sister and his well-intentioned boyfriend.
As they entered the lobby, Dan and Cindy were waiting; once Sam and Pat had arrived, the receptionist led them into a meeting room.
"I don't believe you're a party to this, Sam." Cindy rejected Sam's inclusion, as they entered the room.
"He, stays," Pat demanded, as he glared at them with new found courage. When he had lived with them, he had no choice but to accept their rules, but he wasn't living there anymore.
Once seated, the lawyer came in with a long drawn out explanation that required Sam to ask several questions, and restate parts for Pat's understanding.
"So bottom line, Pat's entitled to half the proceeds of the house, if we challenge it in court, but Cindy here is trying to screw him out of it," Sam reported, as Pat put his hand on Sam's arm, as a signal to take it easy.
"As we said, Sam; Pat wasn't expected to have anything more than a roof over his head; mother never intended him to inherit anything," Cindy retorted. "However, we are prepared to offer Pat a quarter of the value, which I think is more than fair," she continued.
"I'm sure we'll find out when a judge decides some time next year," Sam countered, suspecting that Cindy would want an out of court settlement.
"I'll take a quarter," Pat said, finding his voice, and wishing it to be over.
"You sure? We can get more," Sam whispered.
"I'm sure," Pat repeated. It was more than he expected; that much was true.
"We'll accept a quarter of the proceeds of your mother's assets, before taxes and any fees," Sam closed.
Once the deal had been agreed to, and after signing several documents, Pat was relieved that it was all over. Sam stood back, as Pat hugged Cindy. He left them to have their moment, feeling that Pat had given up more than he needed to, but he also saw Cindy's point that as her mother's only natural child, she was entitled to a larger share. He was happy that she had recognized Pat's claim, even though the boy took the low-ball offer. Sam checked his disappointment, as Pat came out to reception. If the kid was happy with the settlement, then he should be as well; at least it was over and wouldn't be a continuing stress point for him.
"So how much money do you think I'll get?" Pat asked, as they entered the man's car.
"I imagine you'll have to pay an inheritance tax, but I figure you'll get fifty thousand at least; likely more, but we'll have to see what the lawyer sends out," Sam explained.
"That's a lot of money," Pat said quietly.
"I'll help you invest it safely, so you get a regular income from it, but you can spend some if you want," Sam instructed.
"On what?" Pat asked, as he considered that he had what he needed.
"Well, how about we go on a cruise vacation?" Sam suggested. He wanted to take Pat on a cruise, and now having his own money would make that a lot easier now, as he previously wondered how the proud boy might have reacted to him paying for it all.
"On a ship?" Pat quizzed, having never considered it.
"Yeah, I'll show you the brochures when we get home," Sam noted, as he tapped Pat's thigh.
Pat was super excited on the day they left for the cruise; Sam was groggy from having to get up early and get to the airport, but Pat was overly energetic. Sam was happy to be relaxing on the flight; but he enjoyed Pat's enthusiasm for the trip, and his first plane ride.
Once they finally boarded the ship, Sam was happy to lie down in their small cabin, as Pat climbed in beside him, having gotten tired himself. He had thoughts of having sex with his beautiful boy, but he knew that Pat would want to explore the ship, so it would be best to save his energy, and just enjoy touching him affectionately.
That evening, Pat explored the large ship, with Sam in tow. The boy seemed to enjoy getting lost, as they often ended up going in circles. Sam referred to the maps, and had a pretty good idea of where he was at all times, but he let Pat have his adventure, only directing him when he was confused, or when they'd passed by an area more than twice.
They skipped the formal dining, that Sam knew Pat wouldn't enjoy, in favour of the many buffet options. Sam indulged just as much as Pat, knowing he'd need twice as long in the gym to work it off. Regardless, he was infected by Pat's excitement.
The next day, Sam put on a `muscle' shirt and shorts, to head off for brunch. They'd both been happy to just sleep in after the busy travel day yesterday.
"We going to the gym?" Pat asked, as he considered Sam's attire.
"No, it's going to be hot on deck; you could just go with your swim suit . . . show off your sexy body," Sam noted, as he slapped Pat's ass, affectionately.
"There are hotter guys than me here," Pat blushed, still not thinking himself muscular enough.
Sam considered him pretty close to perfect, though - slim, smooth, and soft, with hair that could be identified with a surfer dude. It was those kinds of guys that Sam enjoyed checking out while on vacation, and often the reason he took sun vacations in the first place.
"I feel sad for guys like that," Sam noted, as Pat got dressed, much as he had, in board shorts and a loose T-shirt.
"Why?" Pat wondered.
"Because I'm already taken, and they are still looking," Sam said, as he ushered Pat out the door, giving him a quick hug around the shoulders.
Sam did check out the other guys, while he sat on a lounge, and Pat swam in the pool. He considered himself pretty lucky to have Pat, given that the few guys that might be better looking would most likely be unattainable. He also noticed guys checking him out, but that wasn't unusual, as he was in better shape than most of his contemporaries. He saw a few men also looking at Pat. At first, he was subconsciously worried that people were suspicious of the nature of their relationship, but he realized that many found Pat just as cute as he did.
Pat appeared, dripping wet from the pool, with a slightly smaller boy. The other kid was a bit meatier than Pat, more filled out, but didn't have the developed abs that Pat did. It was hard to tell hair colour when it was wet, but Sam figured it was darker than Pat's.
"We're going to the water slide," Pat announced, as though he needed to ask, but Sam appreciated being informed.
When Pat and his unannounced friend passed, Sam took an opportunity to check out the kid's ass. He pegged him at sixteen, but he'd said that about Pat when they first met. However, he was pretty impressed that Pat had made friends so quickly, given past experience, and Cindy's belief that he was somehow socially impaired, but he knew that he had something to do with the boy's increased confidence.
Sam waited for Pat to return, before heading back to the cabin.
"Where did your friend go?" Sam asked, wondering if the friendship might have already ended.
"He had to meet his family," Pat informed.
"I wondered if you two had snuck off to the cabin for some action," Sam joked, although he himself briefly fantasized about such an encounter.
"He might be gay; I don't know ... he talks kinda gay," Pat informed, as they entered the cabin.
Sam considered that the other kid might not be as old as he assumed. His fantasy three-way dissolved, as he figured he could barely service one bottom boy, let alone two!
Sam was aroused, however, and he made his feelings known by pushing Pat onto the bed, and climbing on top of him. As usual, Pat became submissive, as he smiled.
"What are you smiling about?" Sam asked, as he knelt on all fours over his boy.
"You're going to fuck me," Pat informed, as he brushed the man's chest with his fingers.
"I am? What makes you think that?" Sam asked playfully.
"You're hard, and you're aggressive," Pat reported lustfully.
Sam needed no further encouragement, as he yanked off Pat's shorts. The kid pulled his own T-shirt off and rolled over. Sam quickly lubed the young ass, as he got ready to mount. He thrust in hard, getting a high pitched yelp from his bottom boy.
"Take it!" Sam snapped playfully.
"Oh yeah; give it to me hard!" Pat encouraged in the same spirit.
Pat opened up quickly, so that Sam was able to give him his first pounding at sea. He'd fucked guys on cruises before, but, somehow, this felt like his first time, as well as Pat's. Instead of building up speed, Sam gave it to Pat hard and fast right away, slamming into the young hole. Pat's pushed his ass high, on his knees, with his chest angled down on the bed. He grunted and squealed, as Sam pushed his large, hard cock right in, before yanking it almost out.
After ten minutes of hard aggressive fucking, Sam pulled out to re-lubricate.
"You like that?" Sam asked, as Pat lay panting.
He squeezed the boy's hard cock, and was pleased to find him equally aroused.
"You want more?" Sam asked, knowing the answer.
"Yeah, just like that," Pat said softly, still positioned the same way.
Sam mounted his boy, getting the usual gasping growl on being stretched out again. He lifted up the kid's torso, and put him into a doggie position, holding onto Pat's shoulders, and pounding in hard and fast again. After a few minutes, he could feel Pat's ass tighten, and his moans increased in pitch, a sure sign that he was cumming. Sam kept up the hard pace, until he thankfully filled his condom, before he exhausted himself.
"I love you, Patty," Sam gushed, in the afterglow of his orgasm. He was sure that Pat had at least one orgasm of his own, but he waited a few minutes before pulling out, in case the kid wanted to jerk himself off while he was still impaled on the thick cock.
As the two lay in repose, Sam considered that Pat was perfect . . . perfect for him. Pat wouldn't be a teenager much longer, but Sam knew many more adventures awaited them.
The End.
Thank you for reading my story and thank you to Jere for proof reading.
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