Patrick and Sean

Patrick and Sean Part 2 by Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com

A little warning: This story develops slowly in the beginning, and contains scenes of dominance and submission and non-consensual sex.

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Believe me, teenagers are always horny and want more, they love to experiment and gain all different kind of experience. I'm the one give them just that. They think they are straight, but I know how to change that. I love to handle innocent boys and make them into happy puppies. So, when I met Patrick and Sean, I was looking forward to the challenge and pleasure I got from prepping the boys up for what they were looking for: sex and guidance.

Sure, gay sex, for me there is no other way. They looked like boys who could use the extra encouragement that I could offer. There's nothing wrong with that, on the contrary it was and is my specialty. Some boys needed constant guidance and reinforcement, and until they could admit and accept their destiny. Some boys are just that way, I could almost smell their suppressed needs, they didn't even have to try to act like straight boys. They needed my guidance and strict discipline to blossom.

Over the years I had developed my special skills for this task. I'm very experienced dominant man, a top and sometimes a master. I like to have sex with inexperienced boys who need my supervision and control. I certainly do not shy away from physical and psychological pressure to make them willing and submissive so they can reach their destiny.

It's all about sex and discipline, and I was the one who was going to teach them these things.

After I fucked Patrick's older brother Sean in the park I decided it was time for a real workout and headed for the gym to meet his little brother Patrick. Sean had been envious of his younger brother, as the teen got most of my attention. I had made up for it my own way by taking his firm ass in the park. I walked to the gym and as soon as I got there I changed. When I left the locker room I saw Patrick. It was already late and no one else was around, all the others were home. Patrick looked awesome as usual. Patrick had a tight little body and wore tight white shorts that hugged his muscled ass. Patrick's face wore a both charming and erotic seductive smile. I loved his cute smile and his young hard body, but in particular his sexy butt. I watched Patrick as he walk around and admired the bubble butt the boy had. I wanted to fuck him. I felt my pre-cum, flowing freely now as my cock twitched. My breathing caught, and I knew for sure wanted to flood his ass with my load. I said to him,

"You look great tonight."

Patrick lifted his head and looked at me. The teen's face broke into a wide smile, showing me his perfect white teeth. Patrick's eyes narrowed just a bit but still shined. "You kidding?" I shook my head, "I mean it, just look at you. You look just exactly like I always imagined you would look working out, so handsome and so sexy."

Patrick couldn't know he would be my fuck-toy, my pussy boy. He didn't realize that he would be soon the submissive boy for me, and that he wouldn't be able to resist me. He just said, "Wow. Thanks."

Ge stood and moved toward the front desk and I got my view of his back side and it didn't help the stiffness in my shorts. Patrick had nice, solid shoulders that tapered to a tight waist, his butt looked great, on top of really sexy thighs and calves. The muscles in his lower legs bulged a little as he strode over to the desk. Soon, he returned with that unbelievably sexy smile on his face. I couldn't avoid looking at his young thigh muscles bulge as he walked toward me.

"Done, I needed a new water bottle," he exclaimed showing me a bottle of water, "This work-out makes me hot."

I gave him time, and watched him as he did his squats and bent over to stretch. It was like he was deliberately teasing me. Patrick was smaller than Sean but tight and toned, his well-defined biceps looked great on him. I watched Patrick in the mirror and I lifted my weights, did my barbell curls, and bench press. I could feel myself relaxing as the familiar smell of the gym hit me. The gym was my sanctuary, my place to relax, and of course to hunt.

Every time I saw Patrick, I felt horny as hell as my cock tried to snake its way out of my jock pouch. I knew he watched me too. I caught him several times. Patrick always turned his head and blushed in embarrassment. Patrick was just eighteen, still trying to figure out what he wanted.

Tonight I was going to show him what he needed. I had enough of his teasing and the Patrick went too far. As soon as I fucked his brother Sean, I knew I wanted more, I liked Patrick, he was young and cute. Patrick flaunted himself in front of me, smiled at me, showed off his young muscles and secretly rubbed his crotch. Patrick teased me a lot and I couldn't accept that any longer. Patrick was eager to be conquered and very soon would beg me to be fucked. Sure, I would humiliate him, even rough him up so he would do whatever I wanted. I was sure after the first time the little faggot would come back for more.

I looked at Patrick and knew he was getting close to the end of his routine as I was. Patrick went to the weight room and I went after him.

Patrick had stripped his blue singlet down to his waist, he lay down on the bench, legs spread and started to press the weights. Soon his face with the distinctive contorted while his bulging little biceps pushed the weights. A tiny film of perspiration covered his smooth skin and his tones abs strained and rippled with the rhythm of his pushes. Patrick did a quick press up and counted a very slow count of six on the way down. I was dumbfounded as I watched his young muscle shorten and lengthen. I just wanted to walk up to him and to reach out and touch them. As I stared, I could see he was starting to reach the end of his endurance and without thinking I was squatting down by his head and started to spot at his elbows. Patrick pushed and I helped him lower the weights more slowly, counting to six for him. We got another three reps out of him before he dropped the weights.

He remained lying on the bench, bring his arms through the same range of motion, flexing and relaxing his pecs. Patrick proceeded to bring his arms out wide and started to stretch his pecs. I looked down the length of his body and just marveled and the shape his body. As my gaze descended it finally alighted on the bulge under his shorts. Yes, he was interesting everywhere!

I thought Patrick liked to push his body to its limits. Patrick had loaded only two plates, I smiled as he loaded two more plates and secured them with clips. He was laying down and tried to bench press much heavier weight. He was struggling hard this time and I decided to work out my plan.

I took up position behind the bar and had to control myself, his head was right between my legs. Without words I helped him with the bar and my crotch got closer to his head. I just hovered near enough that if anything happened I could help, but far enough that I could watch him fully. As Patrick put the bar back on the rack, I stood over him, my shorts leg right over his face. Surprised he took out his ear buds and smiled at me. I said,

"Fuck boy, you really are toned. How often you hit the gym? You got to work out all the time!"

Patrick smiled proud and his body was flexing. He knew the light sweat showed off the definition in my arms, chest, and abs.

"I can help you how to bench press better. Since here just the two of us we can use even heavier weights and spot each other."

Patrick nodded and I asked, "You want me to spot, boy?"

I was looking down at his redden face. Patrick stammered, "Yes Sir. That would be great."

The boy's voice actually cracked, he was very nervous, "I'm not used to using those heavy weights, this weight new to me."

I smiled, adjusting my cock for him to see, "Come on. Let's see what you can do."

With that he took hold of the bar and I placed my hands under for the spot. Patrick pushed up and I encouraged him.

"Come on, boy. You can do it. Push it up, push it up, you can do it."

I noticed he was staring right up my shorts, not focused on the task at hand at all, "Do it for me boy, show me you can do it."

The first rep went okay, "That's it" I approved, marveling at the size of his arms. Three reps later he failed and I caught the weight.

"Not bad for a first try." I smiled looking down, "want to try with lower weight?"

Patrick shrugged, looking exhausted, "No Sir, this was enough for today." I smiled, adjusting my cock again.

"Think I'm going to grab my gear and head home after I stretch. Think I pulled something."

Patrick's face had the look of pain on it as he rubbed his bicep. I took my chance and grabbed his bicep and rubbed the muscle.

"You have a nice definition, doesn't feel like anything is pulled, just maybe strained."

I continued to massage his arm. I saw a shutter went through him.

"Go stretch, and I'll meet you in the locker room and see if I can rub that out for you."

Patrick flustered "Oh, sure, that would be great."

I could see a small wet stain on the front of his shorts. I laughed,

"Oh boy, by the smile on your face I would guess that you get off on pain or you aren't really in that much pain at all!"

Patrick's smile went huge, "Nope. I'm in pain but care less right now with you helping me out."

"I feel the same way, well without the pain." I replied softly. God, he was cute and adorable! I helped him to put all the weights back on the racks, and brushed against his ass twice. Patrick said nothing until we both stood again.

"You like to watch me, don't you?" he asked matter-of-factly.

"Huh?" I asked pretending not to know what he meant. We were on opposite sides of the bench, but close enough that we could smell each other. "Like to watch what?"

Patrick raised his shoulders like an innocent kid.

"Me," he said, and I saw a smile on his face. I looked over at him and knew this was it, the moment of truth. Patrick had gone as far as he could go and he could still pretend to be innocent of what was going on. I knew my next moves would either take us both to ecstasy or break our bond, so I said, "Yeah, you are right. Do your stretching and come to see me in the locker room."

Patrick went to doing some stretching to work out his strains and I headed straight back to the locker room to prepare myself. I stripped down to my jock and sat on the bench waiting for him. I knew he would be back shortly and I wasn't disappointed. Patrick came in and looked at me. I knew in Patrick's young eyes my body looked impressive. I spread my legs and my manhood filled up the entire crotch of my jock. My cock looked quite huge, and strained the crotch of my jock. Patrick got to watch me as I adjusted my package two times for him. I loved to be worshipped by him. I wanted Patrick to be impressed, and aroused. Patrick was ready to gain experience, and he had found the right person to get just that.

My hand covered my white jock packed with my pouch. Patrick's reaction was great, he was really hot for it now. Patrick could not help himself and his dick hardened immediately to push the thin material of his shorts out from his body despite the little jock within. I was looking at him and laughed,

"Don't worry, it is natural to be like that and why should we worry. After all, look at me," and I stood in front of Patrick, "I think that you and I

might have a bit of fun together."

Patrick still made attempts to cover his obvious excitement.

"Come on, be a man, stop covering yourself up."

I pressed and massaged my own packet, rubbing and stroking my length beneath the cotton. Patrick turned red as I continued to stroke my swelling meat, which throbbed and moved beneath my fingers but was trapped in its confinement.

"You're a big." Patrick mumbled. I'm used to that, teenage boys always were impressed by my cock.

"Close the door, boy," I growled as he shut the door. "Get that shirt and shorts off so I can really work you."

Patrick automatically answered, "Yes, sir."

Sir? What the fuck? Was Patrick really a sub boy? Was he looking for a real man to put him on his knees? Shit, this could be fun. With some hesitation, Patrick stood up from the bench, and I watched as he raised his shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled torso and sweaty pits. Patrick hesitated in taking his sweaty shorts down. I just nodded to him, and Patrick hooked his thumbs into his white shorts and started to lower them down. I slapped him on his ass as he turned to walk away. Patrick just wiggled his butt, whether in appreciation or inviting some more, I wasn't sure yet.

He hung his shorts on a peg by the door of his locker. Patrick wore a simple white jock underneath his shorts, revealing his gorgeous ass. The pouch which could hardly contain his throbbing teen dick. It was a lewd site to see Patrick stripping down, but I was really getting into controlling the boy. Patrick kicked off his sneakers and stepped out of the shorts, finally standing in front of me in just his sweaty jock. Patrick's boner was jutting out from the sweaty area around his crotch. Without thinking he reached down to adjust his quickly growing dick tucked into his jock. Patrick stood there, not knowing what to do next.

"Get over here." I ordered and he did, standing before me.

"Nice definition," I said, cupping his pouch.

Patrick let out a yelp of surprise and in a flash his dick stood straight up, a drop of pre-cum was quickly growing at the very tip of his member, wetting his jock well stretched pouch. I whispered,

"Just relax, baby. I'm here, and I'll take good care of you."

Patrick reddened from embarrassment, I was calling him baby, but he got harder from excitement. I pressed and massaged his packet, rubbing and stroking his full length beneath the thin cotton of his jock.

"Oh, please," Patrick panted as I lightly frisked him through his jock, feathering the sensitive cockhead with my fingers. Patrick seemed to go for that, as his head went back, and he put his hands on his hips.

I reached down and began to stroke his dick through his pouch. Making him rock hard, the cum began to churn in his balls. Patrick's jock was so thin you could see his dick outlined by the fabric. Patrick's cock was dripping pre-cum.

Believe me, I didn't normally touch a boy's dick before I had thoroughly fucked him, but I made this time an exception for him.

"Patrick," I said, "Who do you think of when you jerk off?"

Patrick looked totally surprised, he had not expect this,

"I don't know," he said, "chicks."

I flicked his balls and watched as he jumped up.

"Don't lie to me. Lately, like in the last days, who have you been thinking of?"

Patrick blushed a bit as he felt his jock grew tighter, smiling to himself as he reached down to adjust his slightly uncomfortable package.

"Uh, Sean and then you. Last night I thought about you."

Patrick blushed deeper this time. Nothing, absolutely nothing could be hidden from him.

"What did you think about?" I asked while I pushed his hand away and stroked his dick.

"I was thinking about you, you know. Your body, and the way you look at me, and being on my knees in front of you."

he admitted, and I wasn't surprised. I grabbed his hand forcing him to hold my well packed jock strap.

"How's that feel. Don't worry you will see it first-hand soon. That's the way have a good feel. I love teasing boys, who fantasize of feeling my cock and balls. I predict you're going to love it as you meet my cock. I have to tell you it's true what Sean will tell you about me."

How often had Patrick fantasized doing this? How many times had he jerked off with thoughts about me swirling in his brain? How often Patrick probed his boy pussy with his fingers as he dreamt about being fucked by me till an orgasm washed over his body whispering my name? So I told him,

"I like to fuck, shooting my load after load inside a tight little ass, so let's take a look at your back side."

I was steering him on his way to his new destiny. He had never been so

shocked in his entire life. Patrick suddenly realized my hand was cupping his butt, kneading and fondling his ass cheeks with an unexpectedly soft grip. I felt he tried to pull away, but all of a sudden was snapping back to reality. "I'm sorry. I just can't do this. I shouldn't."

Patrick was stammering, not even sure what he was saying, I just smiled.

I whipped him around and took hold of those delicious looking butt cheeks. I squeezed and ran my hands over those taunt mounds again.

"I like these, boy"

I smacked his ass lightly, and got to the point,

"You have you had thoughts about being with a man like me?"

I grasped his cheeks firmly, getting a sudden gasp from him.

"Yeah. I did..." Patrick answered hesitantly and added quickly,

"but I ended up here to see what this rub is about."

Patrick was terrified that I knew the real reason for this rub and he tried to make his words sound more neutral. He was to hide his mute longing that would otherwise betray his desire for sex with me.

I waited a minute then smacked his ass. "Sir." Patrick quickly added. I smiled, he learned fast.

"Just let it go, Patrick. Let yourself be the little fag you know you are."

Maybe the first time in his life, he totally let go. All the walls and layers of denial that he'd built up of trying to be a perfect straight teen melted away. I said softly,

"You are a good and willing fag boy. I like that, boy!"

Somewhere along the line, Patrick completely lost control of what was happening to him. I smiled at him, my sexy, wicked smile. I stepped forward and Patrick's now pleading face was close to the bulge in my jock. He sure learned fast and almost begged,

"Sir? Please, I will be a good boy, can you just rub me?"

I ignored him. I saw a mixture of slight fear and desperate longing in his blue eyes. "You want my cock, Patrick?"

He shook his head in weak denial. I turned up the pressure, he couldn't think straight, couldn't even form words. I lifted his face with a firm hand under his chin and he looked up.

"Just go ahead and tell me what you need. Don't think, Patrick, just tell me what you need. I already know. You thought about me, so what was your fantasy boy? I just want you to say it, so you can hear it for yourself."

Patrick bit his lip to fight it, he was ashamed, but it was no use.

"I don't know, really. I've watched you in the gym, that's all."

I shook my head in disbelief,

"We both know what you need now, so say it."

I said in a soothing voice. I looked down at the front of Patrick's bulging jock.

"Look into my eyes and tell me what you need boy."

Patrick wanted sex, needed it, but I wasn't going to give in before he said that. Patrick almost screamed,

"This is crazy. Please, stop it! Stop getting in my head."

I saw him blushing, so I told him the truth,

"You want to take my cock in your hand and you want to feel my cum packed balls. All that cum saved up just for you. You're coming along very good boy, very, very good. Your brother Sean didn't realize what he needed either the first time, but accepted his destiny. Yes Patrick, I took his cherry and fucked your brother's ass and he loved it!"

I stared into his blue eyes that seemed to be swallowing me up.

"Please, please don't. I don't want talk about that. Not what you did with my brother Sean, not here."

I smiled to myself. I knew I had him by the balls.

"What do you need? Speak up, boy!"

I was firm rather than aggressive.

"Okay, you win. I want someone to be close to, to be touched."

I wanted him to spell it out. "So? Tell me!"

"I thought you were attractive, so I thought," he hesitated, "maybe we could work out together."

There, at last he said I was attractive. I smiled.

"So you want to work out with me and want to be touched, interesting."

Patrick blushed again, he wanted to vanish through the floor. This talk

was so embarrassing for him.

"That's all? I can't imagine that, so if you don't dare say it yourself, I'll tell you! You're a fucking tease, you challenged me like a little bitch. That's what you are, boy, a horny bitch. You fantasized about to get fucked by me."

I smacked his ass cheeks.

"I knew you were hungry for my cock from the first moment I saw you were wobbling your pretty ass at me!"

I loved this and continued to talk dirty to him. I stood there, my thumbs hooked in the elastic waistband of my jock, my crotch thrust forward, with a grin on my face. There was no escaping me but did he want to escape? My skin, glistened with a sheen of sweat, maybe Patrick wondered what it would be like to taste those beads of sweat which trickled down my chest and from my armpits, from my cock and balls? I didn't stop, nothing could stop me now, "You are a nasty fuck!"

I hissed, locking my eyes with his,

"See something you want, Patrick?"

Tauntingly. Teasingly. Slowly, I gyrated my hips.

"Oh yeah, I know what you want. You want to be between my legs, don't you?"

Patrick watched hungrily at my cock as I teased him. All the while Patrick's hard teen dick jerked and bobbed.

"Want my cock, Patrick? Talk to me, boy. Tell me what you want, little fucker! You love this shit, don't you?"

Patrick flashed me a lustful smile as his eyes met my knowing eyes.

"I mean coming in here and dressed like a total fucking slut, those tight shorts and a jockstrap too small to cover up that cute little dick. I could even see your hungry boy pussy as you moved around."

I didn't care at all when I heard his mumbled protests. I clearly knew that he was a little tease, and knew he was not so innocent. The boy was a show off, and flaunted his pretty-boy looks continuously. Patrick resisted me but he couldn't say it out loud, he was totally overwhelmed by my power.

"I'm taking control and will punish you for what you did to me."

Now it was payback time, so I grinned happy. Patrick mumbled,

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to tease you."

I shook my head and hissed,

"Oh yeah, you wanted nothing but to provoke me, you desperately craved my attention and it's time to pay me back,"

Patrick could have resisted, but gave in. He felt of my hand on his shoulder was and soon he was on his knees in front of me. Patrick looked up at me, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw the outline of my cock. It was big, at least much bigger than his own dick which suddenly looked small. I had both hands on his shoulders now. There was no escape.

"You know what you are?"

I asked as he pulled Patrick's face upwards. "No, sir," he replied softly,

"You're a little faggot. When you jacked off thinking about me, did you imagine yourself sucking my cock, Patrick?"

Patrick casted his eyes downward and nodded.

"You're in luck. Your fantasy is coming true." I looked down at him, "Looks like you can't even wait for this, little faggot,"

as I grabbed my crotch. "Stay on your knees!"

My cock was clearly hard and stretching out my white jock. I grabbed his head and jammed it into my crotch, where my cock was leaking pre-cum into my jock. As the wet, silky material moved across his face Patrick moaned softly. I took a hold of my jock strap on each side, pushing it down below my ass cheeks, my cock was flopping out. I lowered my jock strap down my legs, kicking them from my feet and looked up at Patrick.

Patrick's blue eyes were looking up at my cock with desire and longing.

My cock was getting harder and was jutting out from my body, only a few inches away from Patrick's face.

"Open up, cocksucker!"

I ordered and pushed my cock forward until the glistening tip, shiny with pre-cum, pressed against his lips. Patrick was still fighting his desires and his self-image. I waited and saw his desire grew. Patrick needed it so badly. Finally, he let his lips part, and the head of my cock slid into his mouth. Patrick ran his tongue over the tip and I moaned in pleasure.

"That's it, boy."

I said and ran my fingers through Patrick's blonde curly hair. Patrick's eyes were closed in rapture while his head bobbed slowly up and down the end of my engorged shaft, his lips were spread wide around my girth as his soft tongue lapped at my swollen meat. Though this was the boy's first blowjob, he was very good, as if he was a natural born cocksucker, so I told his just that,

"You are a born cocksucker, Patrick. You love to have my cock in your mouth. Face it, you're a little cocksucker now."

I said and at this point I was sure he was not only a little cocksucker, but a natural bottom boy. I smiled at him. I wanted to grab onto his head and slam my cock into the his throat, but I held back. There would be time for that later.

"Mmmm," Patrick moaned as he sucked harder on my cock-head and began to grind his pelvis against my leg.

"Having my cock in your mouth turns you on, doesn't it,"

I groaned, "Such a good little cocksucker. Oh yes, Patrick, you were born to suck my cock."

Patrick had only the tip of my cock in his mouth, but slowly let more in. He reached up and put his hands on my shaft. I was happy to see my favorite boy started to take some initiative as he sucked on my cock-head. Gently, I lead him down on my shaft to the root of my cock. I pushed him onto my balls.

Patrick didn't needed my directions anymore, he was licking and sucking my cock, and drinking my pre-cum like it was his purpose in life. And it was, Patrick didn't know it yet, but his life was going to change in a pretty major way. Patrick moved back to my cock. He was getting used to it now. He played with my foreskin and kissed along my shaft.

"Let me see your boy-cock, Patrick. Show me how hard your dick is

from blowing me,"

I said. While keeping his lips clamped around my cock, he opened his knees wide, exposing his hard dick. I reached down and stroked his tool. Patrick moaned again and lashed my cock with his tongue as I began to jerk on his young erection. I dipped my hand lower and cupped Patrick's hairless balls. I rolled them around gently between my fingers, wondering if he shaved himself. I noticed a trickle of fluid seeping from his slit, and I knew he was randy. I continued to feed Patrick my inflated meat, and I stroked the tip of his hard dick. I smeared his pre-cum around his crown, then slicked up his shaft with his juices. More fluid oozed from his slit, so I gathered it on my finger tips and decided to give him a glimpse of the future. I kneaded Patrick's teen balls, and slipped my fingers between his legs. I found his puckering rosebud, I spread his

juices around his opening.

"Mmmm," Patrick whimpered around my swollen shaft as he spread his legs further, giving me greater access to his young asshole.

"You like that, do you,"

I whispered as I moved my finger over his closed rectum.

"Do you want to have your tight virgin asshole stuffed with my cock? A hot little slut like you needs it up the ass, don't you think so?"

I teased him lustfully and continued to stroke his young asshole. Patrick actually humped back against my finger with his clenching sphincter, begging for it.

"No, not yet boy. You still have to learn to be a good cocksucker

before you have the privilege of having my cock inside you,"

I teased and ordered him,

"Yes Patrick, maybe next time I'll fuck your sweet boy-pussy, but for now

I'll enjoy your mouth. Start jerking your dripping dick, boy."

I wanted Patrick to cum with my cock in his mouth. I wanted to cement the relationship between my dick and pleasure in his young brain.

Patrick was more delicate than his brother Sean. I had to be subtle. My tactic was to get inside his head, get him heated up, till there was no way back. I was subtly fucked up his brain, Once I could get him longing for my cock, Patrick would be ready to get his cherry popped.

"Yes Sir,"

Patrick mumbled and he started to pull on his dick. He wasn't even surprised to find his dick rock hard and slick with pre-cum. He jerked on his dick while he worked at my cock-head. I was getting close. My cum-laden balls began to tingle and stir, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I fed him my load.

I leaned into Patrick, pushing my body against his face. I thought about feeding his boy pussy, but decided it was too soon. Up and down Patrick's head bobbed on my cock, his wide-stretched lips gripping my throbbing cock in a satin vice as he hungrily sucked my cock. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm build up at the base of my cock. I grabbed Patrick by his curly hair and yanked him back onto my cock.

"Get ready for your first taste of your favorite drink, little faggot."

I felt delirious as my lust hit its peak. I groaned with pleasure as my cock pulsated inside Patrick's suckling mouth and erupted. He looked up at me, his eyes still looked young even though his body was grown up, and his ass jutted out behind him. I couldn't believe my luck as I unloaded into Patrick's mouth. My cock swelled and let it squirted across his tongue as I filled his mouth. It seemed like my climax was an unending.

"Mmmmph!" Patrick gurgled as I flooded his mouth with torrents of man cum but finally, Patrick swallowed. He actually drank my cum as a good and willing boy. As he gulped it down, some ran over his lips and onto his chin. When I had milked the last drop of my load into Patrick's mouth, I kissed his mouth. I let my tongue slide over the cum that was drizzling onto Patrick's chin and pushed it back into his mouth. Patrick opened his mouth for me and snowballed the little bit of cum that was left back and forth.

I grabbed onto Patrick's dick and yanked hard enough that he moved

forward. I continued to pull hard and kissed him even harder. Patrick panted into the my mouth and he started to shoot his load, his perfect teen dick erupted. The first volley was forceful, and heavy, as it jetted across the tiled floor, and it seemed like Patrick just kept cumming for a long time, with a volume that actually surprised me. Finally he was drained, and spent, and the tension released from his body, and I looked up at him, and he grinned widely at me, his head slowly shaking side to side, as he sighed deeply, saying, as he exhaled,

"Holy shit, oh my god, that rocked!"

I grinned back at him, and replied,

"Good boy, it was like a freaking volcano!"

Patrick had never had such a powerful orgasm. When Patrick's orgasm ended, he collapsed into my body. I held him tight, and let my new boy breath into my shoulder. Everything was working perfectly. We were forming a bond and Patrick trusted me completely.

The real fun was just beginning.

Thanks for reading

Chaim

Groeiutrecht@gmail.com