Date: Sat, 09 Jun 2012 13:20:59 -0500
From: Hairy Joe <hairyjoe49@hushmail.com>
Subject: Not Breakfast at Tiffany's II: Patrick

Sated.

God, I love that word.

Especially when I'm feeling it. I left Patrick's apartment a little after
3PM on that Saturday. He invited me to his place after I had breakfast at
Panera Bread. The breakfast meat that I had that morning was the ham that
was found in my sandwich but when I saw Patrick's salami while we were in
the men's room I realized I was still hungry.

Patrick's horny condition was caused by a little off-stage performance
acted before him in the dining area of a Panera Bread restaurant between an
employee named Jonathan and me. It was, you might say, improvisational
theater since the script was written as the action took place. I was more
impressed with Jonathan's acting than with mine since Jonathan's
performance was climatic in nature and I, being better at reaction than
action, drank Jonathan's performance all in. This was all done without any
exposure. I guess you had to be there to understand.

And understand, Patrick did. He followed me into the men's room as I
stopped there before leaving the restaurant. Out came his dick and I wanted
it to cum. In me in one end or the other, I wanted his cum. If he wanted to
shoot it on my face, on my toes, in my ears, up my nose, I didn't care. I
wanted it.

Okay, I'm a cum-pig. Pretty ironic since I love ham in my breakfast
sandwich. I'm a hypocritical cum-pig.

Patrick invited me to his apartment so we could, uhm, talk. I won't relate
all of the conversation we had but I do remember the occassional 'suck my
cock', 'OH MY GOD!!!', 'eat my ass', and Patrick, potentially a good
Christian, 'Jesus Christ!!!'

Patrick was younger than me probably in his early 40s. He is bearish in
nature and has hair in all the right places. We started out kissing and it
always amazes me how a kiss can tell you a lot about a person. Our first
kiss showed him to be tender. His lips were soft and when I ran my tongue
up against them, he opened his mouth. My tongue found his and the more we
kissed the more I started exploring with my hands.

Running my right-hand across his t-shirt covered chest, I felt the hardness
of his nipples. The t-shirt was tight enough to explain to all that Patrick
spent some time in the gym. He is not a body-builder by any means but has
nice tight boobies and his upper arms are bigger than most, ripe for a
tattoo artist though no art work is displayed there. A slight covering of
hair on his upper arms extends upward to his shoulders.

I grabbed the bottom part of his t-shirt and pulled it out of his pants. As
I pulled the t-shirt upwards, his arms automatically raised so that I could
pull the t-shirt off his body. I threw it to the floor.

His upper chest was covered with black hair. I was amazed at how much hair
covered his nipples. Even with all that hair his nipples were long and hard
enough to stick out and were very prominent even when he wore a
t-shirt. Both of my hands were drawn to them and I started to gently tweak
them.

Those men who have sensitive nipples feel the tingle in their crotch when
the nipples are teased. The nipples send a signal to the dick and balls of
some, but the signal also goes north. It affects the eyes. They become a
little dazed.

That's what was occurring with Patrick. I was slightly pinching each of his
nipples while looking at him directly in his eyes. His eyes dazed, his
mouth formed a slight circle, he started to groan quietly, and the lower
part of my body, tightly up against his, felt the bulge he was growing in
his pants. I kept the nipple play up while occassionally leaning in to him
to kiss his lips.

I stopped tweaking the nips with my fingers and bent down so that I could
start sucking on them. I covered his right nipple with my mouth and started
puppy biting it.

This brought more noise out of Patrick and it was at this point I began to
think that he was a religious man because this is when I kept hearing
'Jesus Fucking Christ' a few times. My mouth found his left nipple. I
apparently chose the less sensitive nippple to work on to begin with
because when I worked on the left nipple I heard more groans and his knees
began to shake a little.

Patrick was like a car on those cold winter days when it seems best to warm
it up first before putting it in gear. He was warmed up now and wanted to
put his stick shift into Drive.

As I was licking his nips, Patrick reached down to undo the button above
the fly of his jeans. He wanted to get out of his pants. His hard cock was
surely hurting from being confined by his jeans. I, though, did not want
Patrick to be the one to remove his pants so I pushed his right hand away
from the freeing activity he was trying to perform.

I looked up at him and warned, 'No, you don't. I get to strip the clothes
off of you! Besides I haven't worked my way down to your dick. I'm still
working on your chest.'

Patrick had an amused look on his face. He decided to not to argue with me
and raised his arms as though he was surrenduring to my commands. I'm so
glad he did this because looking at him I noticed the armpit hair he was
showing me. I stared momentarily at the armpits that were displayed. It is
at moments like this that I truly wish that reincarnation is true. I want
to spend my next life time as a roll-on deoderant applicator. My next life
might not be long but, God, it would be so fullfilling!

Needless to say, my tongue delved into Patrick's right armpit while my
right hand went back to his left nipple. Patrick was moaning more and more
and was having difficulties standing still. His left hand came down on top
of my shoulder and he started to push down.

He apparently wanted me to suck his prick. Having seen it while in the
men's room at Panera Bread, I knew that the size of it being engorged in
his pants was making life a little uncomfortable for him.

A part of me thought, 'Serves him right. If he did not have such a big
dick, he wouldn't be feeling so much pain. There's some advantage to having
princess tiny meat!'

But that was being a little cruel on my part. Patrick would be hot no
matter the size of his cock and I would feel as much pleasure as I was
feeling then to be doing him.

I was basking in the musky smell of Patrick's armpit but I could tell the
urgency in him for me to get to his dick. I proceeded to give his body
little kisses as I worked my way down his body. I kissed a nipple, the
center of his chest, the downward tip of his sternum, I crossed the soft,
hairy belly to his bellybutton, and then followed the treasure trail
downwards until I reached the edge of his jeans.

The top button of his jeans had already been opened by Patrick before I
could stop him. I slid the zipper down and reached at each side of his hips
and pulled the jeans down towards his knees. I asked him to sit on the bed
so that I could remove his shoes. They forturnately were loafers so I just
pulled them off. I took each sock off his feet and then pulled the jeans
off his legs. All he had on now was a pair of grey colored cotton boxer
briefs.

I looked at the bulge that was prominent in the briefs. More prominent was
the huge wet spot surrounding the bulge. I squatted down and leaned into
the wet spot with my lips to see if I could suck some of this liquid into
my mouth. The pressure my mouth was putting on Patrick's hard-on caused him
to gasp.

With my face pressing up against his bulge, I reached around his back and
grabbed the waistband of his briefs and with a quick motion pulled them
down. His hard-on, caught up in the briefs, was pulled down until the
briefs slipped off it. His hard-on thwacked upwards hitting me in the
face. A little of his juice spurted onto my cheek and nose.

I grabbed his hard-on and licked the precum off its head. I licked his
shaft slowly running my tongue from his balls to the head of his dick. His
precum starting leaking more and my tongue removed it as it dripped down
his dick. I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his boner. I felt it fill my
mouth as I pushed my head down on it. My mouth could only cover about
two-thirds of his erection. I consciously relaxed the back of my throat and
as I did I was able to push my head futher down on his prick. I felt my
nose brush up against Patrick's pubes. His pubes smelled great.

I started bobbing up and down on his cock. Patrick's moaning became louder
and his breathing became deeper. I felt his nuts and found them pulled way
up to his cock. He was on his way to shooting his load, but I thought to
myself, 'no, not yet.'

I grabbed his dick at its base and squeezed tightly. I looked up into his
eyes. His face was looking at me, pleading me to let him cum. I smiled a
little and said, 'let's hold off a little while. I promise this will be
fun!'

I pushed on his chest and he fell back onto the bed. I grabbed both of his
legs and turned them, letting him know I wanted him to flip over. He laid
on his stomach and I saw for the first time his naked ass. I knew his butt
was hairy when I was feeling it while giving him a blow-job. His ass was
cute and covered with fine black hair.

I took my right hand and pushed it between his legs. He was laying on his
hard-on and I reached between his legs to feel his dick. It was pointed up
towards his stomach. I grabbed it and pulled it so that it was pointed down
towards his feet.

I started massaging his butt. I spread his cheeks apart so I could look at
his asshole. I leaned in closer to take a look. I'm not sure how this
happened but I must of tripped over something because the next thing I knew
my tongue fell right into his butt crack! (I need to more careful, I'm
sure).

Since my tongue was touching his rosebud, I decided to explore it more. I
probed the hole with my tongue, trying to push it inside him. I started
licking around the hole and worked down to his balls and to his hard
dick. And then I reversed the order of licking so that I could get back to
his hole. I licked it some more.

My tongue kept circling his hole, probing it. I could feel Patrick's
sphincter loosening the more I pushed it with my tongue.

I pulled back a little and spread his butt cheeks apart so I could get
another look at his asshole. His hole was loose enough now that it was
winking at me.

I so love it when men flirt by winking at me! Patrick was being a big ole
flirt to me at that time.

'Do you have any lube?', I asked. 'Nightstand drawer,' was his reply. Why
do I even ask this question? Isn't it written somewhere that every gay man
has lube stored in his nightstand drawer?

I got off the bed and undid my pants so that I could remove them. I went to
the nightstand and got the lube and laid back down on the bed. My mouth
found its way back to Patrick's ass and I began to hear groans and moans
coming from his other end.

I lubed up one of my fingers and started fingering Patrick's hole. His
asshole fought slightly against my probing but soon gave up as my finger
entered. I felt the warmth on my finger as his ass surrounded it. I let it
sit there for a moment to give Patrick a chance to get used to having
something up his ass. I began to finger fuck him.

When I felt him loosening up, I included another finger with my probing
motions. I didn't need to hear any sounds from Patrick to know he was
enjoying this. His asshole was telling me everything I needed to know.

I started lubing my dick at that point. I was rock hard from the playing
that we had been doing, but feeling Patrick's insides with my fingers made
me want my dick there instead.

My lubed dick found its way to Patrick's ass. The head of my dick pushed
against his butthole. I felt a little resistance to entering his ass. I
pushed little harder. 'All right, Patrick,' I thought to myself,'you can
open up at anytime.'

As though he could read my thoughts, I felt Patrick's ass hole open up like
a little mouth. I didn't push any further. I waited for his ass hole to
'eat' my dick.

Oh, and did he eat! His hunger engulfed my cock. I felt his ass surrounding
my prick. The warmth of his ass along with the tightness of his hole
brought pleasures to my prick that I hadn't experienced in awhile.

When my dick was all the way into Patrick's ass we both laid there without
moving. Patrick was allowing his ass to acclimate to my thickness and I
waited to get a sign from Patrick as to when I could start fucking.

I soon felt the signal. Patrick's butt hole started squeezing my dick as he
relaxed. I started the back and forth motion and I could feel the warmth of
his ass increase while feeling his prostate begin to harden a little.

I kept fucking Patrick and increased the speed as I heard him whimper with
pleasure. I started feeling that tingle in my groin that told me that I was
cumming soon. My breath was increasing and I began to moan louder than
Patrick.

He was verbally encouraging me to cum. His ass was doing the same though in
a non-verbal way. I couldn't resist both verbal and anal encouragement so I
felt my wad gather together in order to be shot from my dick. My breathing
stopped for a moment and I exclaimed, 'Jesus!' as I shot my load into
Patrick. I guess I was joining Patrick's religion with the way I was
talking. I fell onto Patrick as I felt all sexual energy in me being
released.

I was spent. I felt my dick shrink and start to pull out of Patrick's ass.

Patrick, not having cum yet, was not as drained as me. His ass was still
wiggling a little and I knew he needed release. I rolled over to my side to
allow Patrick to roll onto his back.

He flipped over and his dick was hard as a rock. It shone, covered with
precum.

Amazing how a hot dick so close to your face can bring one to life again. I
no longer felt drained. My mouth opened and I engulfed his dick. I started
bobbing my head up and down on his hardon. Patrick's breathing told me was
close to coming and soon my mouth was filled with his cum. His load didn't
stay in my mouth too long as it quickly worked its way down my throat.

We both laid next to each for a moment, resting. The transaction was
complete. Give and ye shall receive (although, technically, for Patrick it
was receive and then give!)

After a few moments of relaxation I made noise to the effect that I needed
to leave. I got up and slowly got dressed. Patrick and I chit-chatted while
I did this. As I was ready to hit the door, we hugged and kissed a
little. I told Patrick I had a great time and I'm gled we decided to have
breakfast at the same place that day. He, too, agreed that the time we
spent was great. For once, I think that both parties were telling the
truth. We made tentative plans together at some other point in time.

As I walked away from Patrick's apartment, I began to think how fun it was
to have breakfast at Panera Bread where I had the pleasure of meeting
Patrick and how he got excited watching me and the Panera Bread employee
named Jonathan play around with each other.

Jonathan!!!

I forgot. I left my phone number on a napkin and left the napkin on the
table at the restaurant. I was hoping Jonathan would see the phone number
on the napkin when he bussed the table.

I wonder if he called and I did not hear my phone ring because I was too
busy with Patrick. I was hoping we three could have had some fun
together. I searched my pants pocket to find my cell phone.

I found it and flipped it open to see if Jonathan left me a message. I
found instead a dead phone. My battery had run down. I didn't know if
JOnathan called or not.

FUCK!!!

I looked at my watch and it said 3 o'clock. I decided it was time for
lunch. I also decided it might be best if I had lunch at Panera Bread.

I just hoped Jonathan was still working his shift.