Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2012 02:39:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Playing with Fire Part 4

Chapter 4 Gas Grill Explosion                      by Boris Chen

It was later that year around Labor Day weekend the next time I had a
patient with a boner problem.

The story began with a call I got from the ER nurse. There was a group of
teenagers at a beach in Evanston cooking out on a grill, the kind with a
disposable propane tank. Something went wrong causing the tank to burst in
a sudden cloud of flame setting the cook's clothes on fire.

Quick thinking friends shoved him to the ground and rolled him in the grass
dousing the flames but leaving him with 2nd degree burns on his arms and
hands and part of his face plus one spot on the side of his stomach. They
said he was drunk but cooperative and smelled like smoke and beer.

Two hours later the cart arrived with a long line of people. My patient was
wearing tiny briefs and nothing else. Half his hair was gone, so was most
of his left eyebrow His arms were wrapped from elbow to finger tip and he
had about a 4x4 gauze on the side of his stomach on the left side and shiny
burn cream on his face which looked like he had a bad sunburn on the left
side.

There is a large open area outside the doors to our five rooms. There were
now about twelve people standing there ready to hear my speech.

B: "These rooms aren't large enough for everyone to fit in the room and for
me to have the space to do my job so I would like you all to go to our
lounge over there and decide who comes in first, no more than three at a
time, hopefully family first. I'll need about twenty minutes to get him
into bed and settled in, do my assessment so we won't be tripping over each
other. They grumbled but walked into our small TV room/lounge/waiting room
taking up all the seating.

Myself and the transporter staff moved the patient (Patrick, age 18) into
his room and transfer him onto the bed without inflicting too much pain in
the process.

He had dark red hair and fair skin. His hair was that cross between red and
brown that was more straw colored but he had some residual childhood
freckles and you could clearly see from his skin and lack of tan that he
had some major red hair DNA growing in his cells.

He had a killer body, smooth-hairless tummy, wide-deep inny, wide round
puffy nipples that were absolutely begging to be nursed upon, he had almost
no hair in his arm pits and looked like maybe he had to shave once every
week or maybe twice at most. Almost no facial hair but a few stubs on his
chin. No tattoos or piercings. He had some decent muscles in his upper body
too. This guy was definitely homecoming king material. Judging by the crowd
attending, mostly female he was either straight as an arrow or had a huge
fag hag entourage. I had yet to hear him speak.

I listened to his lungs closely after transport left making sure to press
on his nipples with my finger tips and the stethoscope and watch his
reaction - none. I listened to his stomach sounds then gave his IV a flush,
and inspected the inside of his mouth, nose, and ears for signs of burn
injuries. All normal so far. I got a good report from ER so I never
unwrapped his arms. The admit orders were already in the computer so I
set-up his morphine PCA and went to the lounge to tell the first group to
walk over to room five and then cycle visitors in and out on their time
table. I did tell them about where I would need to walk and how to call me
for help. I answered several questions from family and friends then started
my long charting task.

By midnight they were all gone, it was just Patrick and me. He laid on his
back, head and upper body elevated. I asked if he was cold being exposed
entirely except his tiny panties, he said he always dressed this way at
home and was comfortable as-in.

P: "What does a guy need to do to take a leak around here?" He asked during
a quiet time. I smiled to myself then turned flashing a white plastic
urinal at him. It takes the average guys brain about three seconds to
figure it out and the likely-hood of being seen nude by the nurse, but
Patrick seemed indifferent. I handed him the urinal but he raised his
bandaged hands and looked puzzled, so I offered my assistance, saying
"Looks like this is gonna be the norm for the next few nights, by the way,
I will be your nurse at night most of the time you're here, my name is
Brad, you can call me Brad or Nurse if you forget, okay?"

P: "Look I really gotta pee really bad, sorry." I recalled they did say he
had about eight beers on board too so I yanked the curtain across the
doorway, walked to the side of the bed and reached my gloved hand for his
'panties' waist band and pulled them down exposing a beautiful semi-hard
six inch dick with brownish red pubes all around. I aimed him down toward
his knees, stuck it in the urinal, held them both and told him he was okay
to start peeing. And piss he did. He almost filled the urinal, then again
in 45 minutes we repeated the process. He mostly laid there with his arms
at his sides, legs spread a little, tits aiming at the ceiling with me
managing his dick while I stared into his deep well of a belly button while
he pissed into the urinal. I love my job!

Around 2am he fell asleep. I charted and ate my lunch at the desk since
there was nobody to cover for me to take a proper lunch break.

Around 3am the call button went off, the white light above the door to room
five was on, I figured it was time to hold his peepee again, which it
was. This time he had a full blown boner and couldn't aim down so we opted
for a sideways pee aim this time.

B: "Why the boner if you don't mind me asking."

P: "Oh crap! He has a mind of his own sometimes. All it takes is a few
hours with no attention or someone else touching it and he'll get hard and
won't go down until I do something with it."

B: "There is a nursing procedure for this problem."

P: "Oh yeah, like what?" He said with a look on his face as if he was
suddenly too cute and irresistible.

But I decided to play the game and simply walked out of the room yanking
the curtain behind me as I left.

I left him alone to enjoy the screaming boner in his groin and nothing to
do with his brain otherwise. Being stuck in these hospital rooms is like
being in solitary confinement for some people. I'm sure to a drunk eighteen
year old with a four hour long boner it was sheer torture.

Sure enough, ten minutes later the call button went off again.

P: "Okay you win, what do I do to get some help?"

B: "You could start by talking nicely to me all the time and maybe asking
nicely for help, starting with the word please."

P: "Okay, you win. I'm at your mercy. Nurse Brad would you please relieve
me of my misery really soon and I need to pee again first, please?"

I walked over to the door and pulled it shut then yanked the curtain across
and turned off the bright lights leaving only the ones below the wall
cabinets over the counter-top left on.

I donned a pair of gloves and moved his dick into the urinal once again
until he was done. He watched my eyes the entire time he was pissing. Then
I squirted some KY onto my right palm then walked over to the side of the
bed where I pressed the UP button raising the bed up to a height where it
wouldn't strain my back to jerk him off. I grabbed a couple of wash cloths
and paper towels then took his boner in my hand pressing my dick into the
side of the mattress to keep my arousal hidden from his view.

I started a one handed stroke straight up in the air.

B: "Do you usually shoot, spray, or ooze?"

P: " Shoot, usually but I'm drunk so maybe just ooze."

B: "And you're sure you don't got HIV or Hepatitis or Herpes and stuff like
that, right?"

P: "Nope, I never been with anyone really just jerked off together."

B: "What about all those girls you were with when you arrived?" I asked
while I was rapidly stroking his steel hard dick with my right hand.

P: "One of them is a friend of mine from school the rest are her friends, I
think they mostly came along because I was stuck in bed with almost no
clothes on and they wanted to check me out. I never really been with anyone
seriously. And that old guy was my dad."

B: "Seriously?"

P: "Yeppir. Almost a virgin."

B: "And you straight, gay, bi or whut?"

P: "Haven't decided, maybe I'll be a priest or something, not sure
really. "

B: "Well maybe your time in the burn unit might turn out to be a blessing
in disguise?"

P: "Perhaps." Then he suddenly sucked his lower lip into his mouth and
grunted that he was about to cum.

It took about another minute then he shot a few drops of cum out onto his
chest then the rest gushed out onto his stomach filling his belly button
and dribbling towards his side and the gauze bandage. I grabbed the wash
cloth and wiped up the one heading for his burn.

He relaxed his neck sinking his head back into the pillow and closing his
eyes briefly. I took my left hand, still clean, dry and gloved and slid it
up into his chest to tweak his two puffy nipples and pick up a few of the
cum drops onto my finger tip, he opened his eyes to see what I was doing.

I stared into his eyes as I shoved a finger into my mouth to sample his cum
while he watched with a slight grin and a look of pleasurable relaxation on
his face. I nodded approval of his flavor to him then pulled off my gloves
and wiped up the rest of the cum off his tummy and chest. Then I gently
rubbed my bare right hand across his chest and tweaked his tits for about
ten seconds, he smiled wider and watched the show never saying a thing.

B: "Nice chest. Good flavor." Is all I said as I yanked open the curtain
pausing by the closed door to ask, "How many times a day will you be
needing this service?"

P: "Two or three, maybe more." He said with a look of someone who just got
laid written all across his face. I think for a few minutes he forgot he
had 2nd degree burns on both arms and half his face. I left to chart and
check on my other patient who was also asleep. The lounge was empty and the
department was unusually cold tonight. The clock on the wall said it was
nearly 5am, time to behave again, my shift was nearly over.

I had Patrick the next two nights I worked. He made sure his family was
gone by 9pm. During the day he had wound cleaning and physical therapy,
which hurts like hell. So he loaded up on narcs and took a nap sleeping
through dinner but eating late. His hands were always wrapped by the day
shift staff when I arrived. I checked in on him, still asleep until around
11pm then he'd be up the rest of the night. He would press the call button
about once an hour to pee or get the other service I offered. On the 2nd
night he had me service his dick three times, once every two hours. Boy
that guy sure can produce the semen I thought.

We had the chance to talk tonight for a while, he told me about the beach
party where he got burned and the people there really weren't his friends
except for one of the girls that came to the hospital the night he got
hurt. He seemed to have a lot on his mind, I mostly sat on the stool by the
side of the bed and listened to him talk. The more he talked the more he
forgot where he was and the more he smiled and seemed like a normal guy. He
never spoke of relationships or drugs or sex, just of guy friends and
family problems and how he wanted a car but had no money. For a macho
looking guy he never spoke of macho guy stuff either, made me more
suspicious he might be gay or bi and prossibly a virgin too. It was hard to
imagine a really good looking guy, muscular and popular like him being a
virgin.

On the third night he asked where I lived, I said I lived near the Linden
Avenue L station. He said he lived near Old Orchard Mall in Skokie. I asked
him if he wanted to call me sometime he stared into my eyes but never said
anything. So I wrote my cell number on a tiny sliver of paper and stuffed
it in his belongings bag into his shirt pocket. He didn't see me do that.

Unless he called I'd never see him again.

Ten days later he called me on my first day off. We talked on the phone
about stuff, the weather, burns, and movies for the whole time. When it
seemed like our conversation was nearing an end I asked him if he had
wheels. He said sometimes he did but he could take the bus in Skokie. I
asked if he could get to the L station, he said he could ride his bike
there. His parents place was about 3/4 miles north of the Skokie Swift
station on Dempster Street. So we discussed him taking the L tomorrow
afternoon and bringing his bicycle along. He agreed, I planned to meet him
at the L station by my house.

Like Humphrey Bogart I stood outside in the dark in the fog waiting on the
train not knowing if this eighteen year old would actually show or not. I
had my doubts. Then I heard the screeching of the approaching steel wheels
on the train as the 8:07pm train pulled into the station. About ten people
walked out of the station, it looked like that was the end of the
passengers. I started to walk home when the doors burst open, out came a
bicycle tire followed by Patrick walking his bike by holding the seat with
a huge smile on his face. I could see the red patches on the side of his
face and the backs of his hands.

We approached each other then turned in unison to walk towards my house. I
reached my arm over his shoulders and pulled him into me for a brotherly
hug. I was really glad to see him.

P: "What, did you think I wasn't gonna make it?"

B: "Well, I don't know you really well and everyone else had left the
station so I was starting to walk home." I said in all honesty.

P: "It took me a bit to get my bike off the train, you're really not
supposed to take them on board but the crew all looked the other way."

B: "I'm glad you made it okay, your burns look better now, even in the
street lights they look much better."

P: "Yeah, still itches sometimes and still peeling flakes of skin like
dandruff all the time."

B: "That's probably gonna go on for a while and next summer you gotta be
careful about being in the sun too."

Back in my place I offered to cook us dinner. I told him what I had the
stuff to make but he decided we should make our own Chicago style hot dogs
and watch some TV and talk a while.

The evening was spent talking and just being ourselves. He seemed much more
animated and fun now that he was no longer on morphine and no longer in
pain. He was actually about the same height as me, 6'1" but he was much
thicker and more muscular than me. When we sat down to eat he took off his
sweatshirt and showed he was wearing a tight black tank-top underneath and
a pair of snug jeans. I noticed his ass a few times was quite shapely and
looked very firm. The tank-top made his chest muscles look really big or
maybe he weight lifted just before he left his parents house. You could
also see his nipples bulging out on both sides of his large chest
muscles. He was obviously trying to show of his bod to me.

Just to provoke a little when we sat down to eat I peeled off my shirt
explaining that I always dribbled when I ate dogs, so he pulled off his
tank top too. I eyeballed his chest while we ate wishing I could eat them
too. I'm sure he saw me checking him out since he saw my eyeballs looking
down at this body while we ate and talked food.

After we ate I did the dishes because he still couldn't put his hands in
hot water. I asked how his recovery was going he said showering was a
hassle still and he had a hard time holding things but he was slowly
getting better.

B: "So you able to do it whenever you want now?"

P: "Oh that, yeah it's better but it makes my hand ache if I don't cum
right away, so I'm a bit behind on my quota since the fire. I never could
do it as much as we did on my last night in the hospital." He said with an
evil grin and wink.

I got the hint.

Since you're here want me to give you one of my professional patient
baths?" He stared me in the eye as if he was conflicted briefly. "Strictly
professional mind you." I added.

P: "Oh yeah, strictly. Sure. I guess. Like where?"

B: "I got my own bathroom down here, totally private, locks and everything,
just a little cramped is all."

P: "Sure, Why not?" He said with a smile as he reached down to itch his
groin.

I walked to the bathroom to get out two towels, set up the shampoo and
shower soaps. I made sure my apartment door into the rest of the basement
was locked, and the curtains were closed. The house upstairs was quiet, not
sure if the folks were home or not but either way it didn't really matter
much. I stood in the bathroom door waiving at him to join me, he got up off
the sofa heading for the bathroom. The place was rather dark except for the
bathroom.

As he approached I could clearly see a lump growing in his jeans aiming
towards his pocket. In the bathroom I sat on the toilet after he closed and
locked the door. He walked up to me so I could un-button his jeans,
carefully pull down the zipper, spread them wide apart. I noticed he had on
black cotton under-ware. I gently pulled down his jeans and had him step
out of them one foot at a time, then laid them by the sink.

I placed my hand over the ridge in his undies to rub his dick several
times, he felt warm and hard, his boner was now aimed straight up. It had a
spot of fluid at the piss hole on top. The top inch of his dick was above
the top of his waistband so I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the
piss slit on the underside of his boner, which made him inhale deeply.

I gently pulled down his under-ware like his jeans, this time making sure I
'accidentally' poked my forehead on the tip of his boner with it aimed
right at my face.

I stood up reaching into the shower to turn on the water then reached down
to grip his dick while we waited for the hot water to arrive. I reached
over by the sink to light the two candles, he hit the light switch to his
left by the door. Soon the bathroom started to fog up, so I pulled him by
his dick into the shower where I started with shampoo. After the rinse I
used a washcloth to do his face and gently on his neck, front and back,
spinning him around as needed.

Then I did his back avoiding the tender area on his left side where the
burn spot there about the size of a baseball resided.

I soaped my hands and washed his chest slowly with special finger tip
attention to his large puffy nipples then my finger tip inside his belly
button several times while I swirled my hands around his soft muscular
stomach over and over again.

Then onto my knees to do his feet and between his toes, then up to his
knees then up to his hips. I turned him around and slowly by hand did his
butt cheeks then spread them washing his nearly hairless crack, his rosebud
and taint.

Slowly rotated him facing me and hand washed his nuts then his pubes and
his groin and his dick shaft which was red and looked like he needed to cum
really soon. From what I could see in the fog he had his eyes closed the
whole time with a pained look on his face.

I carefully rinsed him off then took his dick in my mouth and sucked a
quick load of cum from his balls, but he looked like he was only partially
relieved of his misery.

I rose to my feet and washed his arm pits but left his burnt arms alone. He
seemed to be trying to keep his arms out of the water, it was still too hot
for that new pink skin.

So I stood in front of him, leaned my head over and took one of his puffy
over-sized nipples in my mouth and nursed on his tits like a baby with it's
mommy. This made him purr with pleasure. I guessed this was the first time
he had ever received proper tit attention.

I reached down between his legs but encountered a rigid boner sticking
straight out towards me. I slowly slid down pausing at his belly button to
lick it out for about one minute. I french kissed his belly button, he
turned in the shower to get the hot water off his front side while I worked
his belly hole. He reached his hands to the top of my head running his
fingers into my hair gripping a wad of hair on the top of my head with both
his fists.

Patrick slowly pushed me downward towards his dick, leaned his butt away
from my face aiming his dick at my lips then rammed his dick back into my
mouth and started humping my head while he held my hair in his tight
grips. He face fucked me for maybe two minutes before he came again, this
time grunting and moaning in pleasure like I never heard him before.

This time when he was done oozing into my mouth he leaned back into the
wall of the shower pulling his dick from my mouth and stood there shoulders
drooping as if he was suddenly drained of energy. I turned to face the
nozzle taking in a mouth full of water to swallow his cum then shut off the
flow.

I stood up while he leaned into the wall behind him so I could admire his
nearly perfect body, nice chest muscles and upper arm muscles and totally
edible upper body. I ran my fingers across his chest to enjoy his tits some
more, they stuck out like a woman's and almost as big around.

I grabbed him by the dick pulling him from the shower into the bathroom so
I could towel dry us both off. We blew out the candles, then out into my
apartment, both of us nude, into my bedroom where I pushed him onto the bed
- dick laying by his belly button, feet on the floor. The highest point on
his body at that time were his nipples then the center of his tummy, his
smooth hairless belly that I quite honestly had a hard time not staring
at. I think I understood now why he arrived in my burn unit with such a
large following.

I closed the door and joined him on the bed. We both laid on our backs,
side by side. After a couple of minutes I twisted my arm taking his hand in
mine but we laid there side by side in silence in the nearly dark room.

Then he took in a deep breath, turned his head towards mine and whispered,
"Brad, can you do something for me please?"

B: "Sure, what?"

P: "Would you please fuck me right now before I change my mind?"

The look in his eyes said he was serious and emotionally upset.

B: "You're a virgin right?"

P: "Yes, but no jokes please just do it." He said turning his head to face
the ceiling again.

B: "Well there's something I need to do first so I don't hurt you, I gotta
put a rubber piece in to stretch you out for a few minutes first or it will
hurt like a mofo and not be nice for either of us."

P: "That's fine just do it now, right now."

I stood up taking a butt plug and lube from my dresser drawer. I told him
to turn over on his stomach. I got my stuff ready to go, returned to the
bed and told him again to roll over. It surprised me when he said, "No. I
wanna see what's going on." Then he lifted his legs putting his knees up by
his shoulders, his rosebud aiming almost at the my face. I hid my
surprise. His mouth was saying 'maybe' but his body was screaming 'fuck me
right now!'

I gently spread his cheeks which were locked together at first. I told him
to try to relax it would help. Gradually I got the plug inside him taking
lots of time and lots of lube all the while massaging his nut sack and butt
cheeks. He had almost no hairs growing in his butt crack, I really wanted
to rim him badly but thought that should wait for another time.

It took a while to get the butt plug in place then I had him lower his
legs. I laid by his side gently playing with his tits while he stared at
the ceiling of my bedroom with nothing to say. His tits were warm super
soft and rubbery.  His boner was rigid and dripping onto his stomach,
again.

After a few minutes I told him he was ready to go he should put his legs
back up again. Like last time he grabbed his legs below the knee with his
knees at his shoulders and his feet aiming at the ceiling.

I climbed behind him slid my dick slowly up and down his crack, found the
spot and gently pressed in. A little pressure then more and more until I
felt him relax enough and I started to slip inside his tight pussy.

I lowered my body down onto his spreading his knees apart. I gently touched
my lips to his but he resisted kissing so I didn't push it. I buried my
face in his neck and slowly started humping him.

All he said in a whisper was, "Cum in me." Well it didn't take very
long. He was tight and warm as hell. When it started I held still so he
could feel my dick twitch as I pumped my seed inside him. Towards the end I
moaned a little but placed a tiny kiss on the side of his face by his left
ear. I loved the smell of his hair and his body with my face smashed into
the side of his.

I lifted off his upper body, my dick still deeply inside him. He looked
calm and relaxed, almost relieved, almost expressionless. I knew in that
moment I took his virginity. He seemed to trust me not to poke fun or make
light of the moment. We were stuck staring in each others eyes. He really
was a good looking guy with a fantastic body.

Soon after I pulled-out walking back to the living room to grab some paper
towels to wipe off his pussy and the mess I made leaking slowly from
within. He put his feet back on the floor staring at the same spot on the
ceiling. I laid next to him and held his hand like earlier. He seemed to
warm up to that level of affection, something we really never did before.

I wasn't really sure if he was here to get laid or just to lose his
virginity and head for home or what his plan was. Patrick wasn't the best
communicator sometimes. He was great about video games, music, city life,
but about relationships and feelings he was almost a mute. So I waited for
him to make the next move.

Not wanting to miss out on the wonderful smorgasbord laying right next to
me, I turned over onto my stomach laying at a right angle to him, my face
over his body so I could suck his tits and belly button some more while he
figured out what to say or do next. We didn't speak. He just laid there
with a boner and took it all in. I assume he was enjoying the attention he
was getting from my lips and tongue. I even rubbed my face side to side on
his stomach as if he was a pillow. I couldn't get enough of his silky
smoothness and his flavor.

I glanced at my alarm clock it was now 1:15am, I assume he was spending the
night but he wasn't talking much right now. There weren't too many trains
at this hour anyway. I'd drive him home if he started to cry or get pissed
off.

"You want a beer or something?" I offered to the side of his face. He
blinked.

P: "Gotny booze?" He asked.

B: "Fraid not, just some beers or wine coolers. No dope either. Sorry."

P: "Sure I'll take a beer, whatcha got?"

B: "Red Stripe, Stroh's, or Miller."

P: "Ummm, Miller please."

I got out of bed leaving him with two large wet spots on his chest and a
third on his stomach. While I went to the kitchen he walked out of the
bedroom. I could see my saliva dripping down the front of his wonderful
body but he didn't seem to care. I think he was still caught up in being
fucked for the first time and two rapid succession orgasms. His dick looked
limp finally. He wandered over to my side, I handed him the open bottle of
Miller Draft which he raised to his lips and guzzled about half of it in
maybe fifteen seconds. Then he let out a huge, "Ahhhhhhhh" and wiped the
palm of his hand across his mouth.

Stepping behind him I got to my knees and took my fingers to gently spread
his butt cheeks. He looked over his shoulder, "May I ask what you're doing
back there friend?"

B: "I'm checking that you aren't leaking jizz down your legs friend, I'm
doing you a favor few other guys would."

P: "Oh, Thanks. Just curious. I'm new to this stuff."

I put my arm over his shoulder and escorted him to the sofa where we both
sat side by side in the mostly dark room drinking our beers. When his was
gone I got him another. Then later on a third.

We talked about stuff in general sitting legs crossed, knees touching,
holding at least one hand the entire time, barely able to see each others
face. We talked for maybe two hours. A few times I reached over and gently
tweaked his dick, mostly to make sure he was not hard, to see if he needed
service. I guess this was only a two orgasm night for him. I was only on my
first and was still ready to go another round but he didn't know.

Finally I asked, "So what are we then?"

P: "You mean what are we turning into like?"

B: "Yep. This a sport fuck, a favor, a relationship, a fling, a mistake, an
event, a night to remember, or what is it, what are we?"

P: "I don't know really. I don't love you and I don't ever want to get
married but this was very much a great night and I'd love to do it
again. I'm out but not very far, this is new to me. I guess I need to stop
and think about it for a few days first. I wasn't prepared for having a gay
boyfriend, not that I'm against that or stuff but... this is all new. I got
some really strong feelings right now, stuff I never had
before. Understand?"

B: "Sure. That's no problem. I was where you are too but I went through it
in college so I didn't have enough time to think about things because I had
tons of studying and reading to do, it just sort of happened over time. I
guess I found someone I felt safe with and just let it happen slowly and it
just took shape and I became what I am today gradually without thinking
about it much."

P: "Yeah, that's exactly how I feel. I just want to let things happen
slowly, no commitment, no promises, just move forward and learn and
experiment and see how it goes. Who knows maybe next year I'll meet some
girl that'll make me straight and I'll get married and raise a
family..... or maybe not." He said then looking down at his legs in the
darkened room. I reached up running my fingers briefly through his thick
soft hair, then down to his shoulder then sliding the backs of my fingers
across his chest then back to my lap. I could barely see he was still limp.

B: "Can I ask you some private stuff?"

P: "Yep. Just don't piss me off."

B: "Let me know if I get too close. Okay? How did it feel to get fucked?"

P: "The plug hurt but after a while I learned to relax then it felt nice,
especially when you pulled it out. Same with your dick, at first pain, then
like I had to shit, then it felt great. I would definitely want to do that
again and I also want to be on the top too sometime."

B: "Cool. Anytime friend, anytime. Okay. Ummm what about sucking your tits,
how does that feel?"

P: "Not as nice as getting a blow job but different. Nice like a massage
but sexier. Maybe like having a stranger rub your dick through your
jeans. If a good blow job was a ten out of ten then tit sucking is about a
seven of ten, shaking hands about a two of ten and a kiss from your
grandmother a one of ten."

B: "Wow, like a nursing skill using numbers to rate things. I'm impressed."
He interrupted me by saying, "Yeah well you made me do that like a hundred
times a night when I was your patient. You taught me that friend." We both
chuckled. I still held his hand in mine.

B: "And belly button sucking, how would you rate that?"

P: "Maybe a five of ten sometimes a six. Depends on stuff, like if I was
hungry or needed to pee really bad."

B: "Good. Good. What about the oral sex in the bathroom earlier, rate
that."

P: "An eight or nine. How did I do in bed?"

B: "Maybe an eight."

P: "Hmmmm. Safe answer Brad. So let me put you on the spot, why didn't you
give me a ten?"

B: "That's easy, the only thing that makes fucking better is sucking tongue
at the same time."

P: "Well it's gonna take me time to get to know you before any of that's
gonna happen."

B: "Give it time." I squeezed his hand a little firmer.

B: "Your family know where you are right now?"

P: "No, nor do they care. I come and go as I please since I'm done with
school. They don't give a crap what I do as long as I stay out of trouble
with the law or something."

B: "You have any close friends?"

P: "Not'ny more, not since I came out. I lost everyone, except two of the
people that came to the hospital the night I got burned. That was the last
time my dad spoke to me too. Your family take your coming out okay?"

B: "No, not at the time. I thought they might have me killed
professionally. But they grew used to the idea of no grand-kids to carry on
the family name and inherit their company but that's cool. Now we get along
well but we don't see each other that often. I do my stuff for them and pay
my rent on time every week and there is peace in the valley so to speak."

P: "Huh, that's what I need, peace in the valley."

B: "Give it time, it sometimes takes them a while to come around and
realize you're still the same guy they once diapered and breast fed."

P: "Don't get gross Brad."

B: "Sorry, I'm a nurse, we say weird stuff sometimes. You're gonna have to
get used to it if you're gonna be around me."

P: "I'll think about that too."

B: "And just so I know it was said and we both heard it, I want you to know
that I really enjoy being with you. I like talking to you, doing things
with you, and I dearly lust after your body too. Anytime you want to come
over and hang out, do whatever you like, or not do anything or just get
your dick sucked over and over, you are welcome anytime, just call me when
you're on the way. I can make an extra key if you like." I almost started
to cry telling him that. I meant it more than he could ever know.

Patrick got really quiet. We were still holding one hand. I reached over to
tweak his dick, it was still limp laying right over his nuts.

P: "Thanks Brad, nobody's been supportive of me in a long time. It's nice
to hear, nice to know I got a place to go, and it's also nice to know that
a professional blow job is only a phone call away! He took his free hand,
gently grabbed my jaw and slightly shook my head side to side then let it
go.

I looked at the clock on the microwave it said it was 2:35am. I wish it
would slow down big time right now. I wanted this night to last a long
time.

B: "Is there anything else sexual you would like me to do to you right
now?" I gave his hand another firm quick squeeze.

P: "Well I think after a glass of water I could stand to cum again, one of
those pro-grade blow jobs."He said slowly raising his head to look me in
the eye.

I uncrossed my legs and stood up from the sofa but he stayed put. I got two
large glasses of water from the sink and brought them back to the sofa, we
both guzzled our drinks, he handed me the glass. I told him to go pee,
which he did without any hesitation. He peed leaving the bathroom door
open.

He walked from the bathroom nude, stopped just outside the door to stretch
his body then walked back to the sofa to sit beside me.

B: "There's two ways to do a proper blow job, you decide. Either you fuck
my mouth or my mouth will fuck your dick."

P: "What's the difference?"

B: "One way you're doing the humping, the other way I'm doing the work
you're just laying there while I extract the cum from your balls."

P: " I gotta make a confession. The catholics say that's good for your
soul. Before tonight I only had one blow job in my life that was four years
ago. So I'm not really schooled in the fine art of being blown properly."

B: "Okay then I'll have you fuck my face, how's that?"

P: "Where and when?"

B: "Let's go to my bed." We walked across the room, in the door and over to
the bed. I pulled down the bed spread and stacked up the pillows. I laid on
my back and instructed him to climb up over my chest, one knee on each side
of my chest, dick into my mouth, his arms on the wall above me and hump my
mouth like crazy until he cums. He seemed to get it with little
explanation.

And so it began.

At first he kept on pulling out too far ramming his wet dick into my nose
or chin. Eventually it got under control and he tamed his hip/leg
action. It didn't take long and I could see his balls pull up tight into
his sack, I knew we were near. Then he fired and humped my face hard
slamming his silky smooth belly into my face and forehead again and
again. He flattened my nose about a hundred times but it didn't hurt only
made it a trick to breathe at times.

His cum tasted like plain yogurt with added salt and sugar. This is the
only person I ever tasted with sugary cum. Made me wonder what his blood
sugar number was, if he might be an undiagnosed diabetic but I kept that to
myself. He fell backwards across the bed next to my legs with his knees in
the air, his elongated but limp dick laying across his stomach. I could
hardly resist.

The light from the window reflected off his damp body. His tits looked
black, his body a pale dim blue from the street lights out by the road. His
belly button a dark oval shadow. A drop of cum appeared by the head of his
dick laying along his belly.

I finished swallowing his cum while I watched his breathing deeply after
his workout. I got out of bed for a few sips of water then back to the
recovering Patrick.

I laid beside him to suckle on his nipples once more, he twisted his body
to improve my angle and ease my work. This time he put his hands on my head
and pulled me into his breast as if holding a nursing infant at his teat. I
wiggled side to side a tiny bit as if getting snuggled into my mothers
breast. I started to feel some attraction, some emotional tie between
us. He gently stroked my hair and the back of my neck while I breast fed. I
switched to the other side and started over. Not as long as the first, I
headed for his dick to lap up and remaining drops of cum then laid beside
Patrick and pulled him in snugly. I left those drops on my tongue to savor
his essence and keep him in me until...

We fell asleep in that position until the sun woke us up around 7am.

In the morning I nuked a couple of frozen McBreakfast things then we walked
to the L station. We stood on the sidewalk in front of the building and
talked for a short time. He offered his hand to shake reminding me he had
lots of things to think about that it would be a while until I heard from
him again. We parted ways and I walked back home.

I had one more day off so I started to get switched to night shift sleeping
and cut my parents lawn that evening using the riding mower. I worked my
three days thinking lots about Patrick. I remembered how he looked all
spread out on the bed in room five. I did my three shifts then enjoyed my
time off. I bought a book to read at B&N over by the mall on Sheridan
Rd. to help get him out of my mind.

Four days off then back to work again. Nothing of note happened during my
week. Same old stuff really. Fryer burns, gas grill melt downs, gasoline
explosions, and the occasional late day surgeries for me to recover. Blah
blah blah.

I had my next four days off expecting to hear something from Patrick but my
phone was painfully silent. During the day when my folks were both at work
I went upstairs to the kitchen and called my cell, it rang immediately, so
I knew he simply wasn't calling. I started to feel blue, but he did say it
might be a while until he could call or come back. That's just a bit to
vague for my brain to handle. I could visualize him in my mind his body and
got hard thinking about doing him once more.

I started to wonder if I made him mad at me, but he never said anything. I
just didn't know. I hate my brain for torturing me this way. Maybe I need a
Valium or something. I wondered what he might be doing right now, if he was
thinking about me too.

Another week went by and I started to forget about Patrick and resume my
life. I resumed running daily and pressed myself harder. I didn't go
further but I did run faster sometimes. My attitude started to improve over
time. I used the push mower to cut the grass instead of the rider. Exercise
seemed to help a lot.

Another work week went by. I still haven't had anyone worthy of being
frisky at work, no bodies excited me it was just boring but survivable. I
put in my days and got home Saturday morning around 8:15am. I ate a tiny
breakfast and went right to bed from the shower.

My alarm clock went off at the normal time as if I was going to work. When
I climbed out of bed I went right to the kitchen to guzzle a glass of water
and check out what I had to eat. The place was almost empty of groceries so
I wrote up a list to drive over to the Jewel Foods on Greenbay Road.

Out to the driveway just outside my apartment to my old car, brushed the
leaves off the windshield, climbed in, cranked her up, put the car in
reverse and turned in the seat to watch where I was backing down the
driveway. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something huge
and dark in the back seat. I about screamed, slammed the car into park and
jumped out staring in the window of the back door. There was a body laying
on the back seat of my car.

I yanked open the back door grabbed the leg and started to yank the body
from my car. It squirmed a little and rolled over, it was fucking Patrick
asleep in my back seat. I yelled "SHIT!" at him, jumped in the front seat,
drove the car back to my spot, shut it off got out of the car, slammed my
door, yanked open the back door, reached in grabbing his arm and ripped him
from the back seat of my car. He landed on his butt on the driveway with a
look of shock on his face. I pulled him by his arm to my apartment door,
down the steps and into the living room area. I shoved him onto the sofa
and stood there with my hands on my hips still panting. He sat there
looking scruffy, cold and dirty.

I took off my sweatshirt tossing it to the table then kicked off my shoes
and stood a few feet from his shoes. "What the fuck were you doing sleeping
in my car, you scared the fucking shit out of me asshole!" I screamed at
him.

Patrick sat on the sofa staring at his lap not moving or talking. He
appreared to be shivering and pale.

I walked over to the kitchen filled a glass of filtered water from in the
fridge and drank it down. Then I grabbed a small can of 7-Up and brought it
to him and laid it on his lap. Patrick opened the can and guzzled it down
in about twelve seconds and set the empty beside him.

I went back to the kitchen and got a clean glass filling it with water from
the fridge and brought that to him. He took it, drank the whole thing and
handed it back to me without raising his stare off his lap. I noticed he
stunk like feet and B.O. and his hair looked like he hadn't showered in
days.

B: "So how long were you in my car?"

P: "Two days."

B: "Why were you hiding in my car?"

P: "I need a place to stay and didn't want to distract you during your work
week like you told me not to unless it was an emergency."

B: "Well yes, I did say that. You have a cellphone?"

P: "I do now, I got a little Nokia on Tracfone but I don't got any minutes
left."

B: "Well that explains the lack of calls for the past 48 hours."

P: "It was probably longer than that when I ran out of minutes."

B: "Okay we'll deal with that later. What happened?"

He mostly sat there not speaking I started to sense that he had a lot of
hurt and needed me to be caring and not pissed or acting like he was
interfering with my life.

I sat down next to him on the sofa and grabbed his hand, which was cold and
dirty. He stunk like feet, arm pits, and butt. I got off the sofa to kneel
in front of him and start removing his stinky clothes. He never resisted. I
pulled off his shoes, socks, sweatshirt, hat, long sleeve shirt, and his
jeans. This left him in a wife beater undershirt and his nasty looking
underwear with pee stains in the front.

I grabbed him by the hand pulling him to his feet, from behind him I pushed
his shoulders aiming him at the bathroom. I got out a towel, turned on the
water, slid open the curtain pulled his shirt off from behind, slipped his
undies down and gently pushed him into the shower.

I took his nasty clothes and dumped them into the clothes washer and
started it running. I went back outside and got the grocery list from the
car and ran back inside. Twenty minutes later he emerged from the bathroom
with the towel around his waist, still looking sad and beat down. I gently
grabbed his upper arm and walked him back to the sofa sitting him down on
one end. Like we did in the past we sat crossed legged knees to knees. I
held his hand and waited for him to speak.

Patrick only looked down at his legs and sniffled a little. His hair was
sticking up at different angles all messed-up and he even had about nine
stray whiskers on his chin, obviously not shaved in a while. His teeth
looked nasty and his fingernails had dirt under each one.

B: "You know if you leave your toe nails long like that fungus will grow
and you'll have those nasty thick nails."

He shoved one leg out straight landing his foot in my lap. I got up to get
the clippers from the bathroom, came back to the sofa sat by him and
clipped his toe nails to the nub, then I did the other foot. I used the
pick on the cleaner to clean under his fingernails and went to get a comb
to straighten his hair. I came back with my electric and shaved the
whiskers off his chin and the few up by his sideburns.

I went to the bathroom, dug out one of those single use toothbrushes with
incorporated paste and came back with a wash cloth and a bowl of water and
made him brush his teeth on the sofa. He still wasn't talking.

I got all that stuff done and put his clothes in the dryer, he still had
the towel around his waist.

I slid him over to the end of the sofa and made him lay down on his back
with his head up on the arm rest. I took his right hand into mine, we
interlaced out fingers. I was sitting next to him with only one butt cheek
on the cushion. I took my other hand laying it on his stomach gently
inserting one finger tip into his deep wet belly button.

B: "What happened?" I whispered at him, our faces maybe two feet apart.

He had tears start to run from his eyes down the sides of his face landing
on his upper chest.

Without looking up he mumbled that he got beat up. I asked by whom and he
said by his brother.

I didn't even know he had a brother.

P: "Matt roughed me up two days ago and my father cheered him on, so I left
and haven't eaten or had a place to live since."

B: "Holy fuck, you should have called."

P: "I had no money, not even twenty five cents, no minutes, just a few
things in my book bag and my bicycle."

B: "Where's your bike?"

"Along the side of your garage in the weeds, it's hard to see."

B: "How'd you get here?"

"I rode all the way from Skokie two days ago."

B: "How did you know which car was mine?"

"Well it wasn't hard, there's two cars in the driveway and one in the
garage. Yours has a stethoscope on the rear view mirror and the license
plate says BURNS."

I chuckled, "Yeah I guess that was easy. I guess you're lucky I never lock
my car at home."

P: "Yeah well I guess that may be the only good thing that's happened in
the past two weeks."

B: "So tell me what happened?"

P: "It started three days ago, my brother Matt was sitting in the kitchen
by dad. I told him happy birthday since it was like a week ago, and he
says, 'Don't fucking speak to me fag boy.' And dad starts laughing. I asked
them what their problem was and Matt stands up and says I'm 'the f-ing
problem' and shoves me to the kitchen floor. I hit my head on the cabinets
and they laughed so I got to my feet, he jumps towards me and shoves me
into the wall, I hit my head and got this cut from a shelf right at head
height, which broke and fell then dad gets pissed and it's now two against
one, after a few punches from Matt I grabbed my bag and ran out the back
door dripping blood the whole way. The neighbor lady did some first aid
when she saw me sitting in the alley all bloody then Matt sees me and
chases me off again and he kicked me a few times so I jumped on my bike and
left. I spent that night in a park in Evanston then rode here the next day,
your car was unlocked and I need time to think about what happened so I
stayed in there until you came out and woke me up. That's it really."

He still looked depressed, very sad, a few random tears on his face or down
on his shoulders.

B: "How old is your brother?"

P: "He's the same age as me."

B: "Are you twins?"

P: "Yep. Some twins aren't we. One's gay the other is as straight as a
redneck."

B: "Fuck me. Oh wait a minute, I get it, you guys are Pat and Matt, how
gay!" I chuckled.

Pat looked up at me and snarled but didn't say anything. He looked so
totally sad, I leaned over and planted a kiss on his forehead and pulled
him into me and held him close for a while. He wrapped his arms around me
and pulled me tight into him and shook a little as he silently cried a tiny
bit. Finally he dropped his arms so I did the same.

B: "Are you hungry?"

P: "I haven't eaten in three days."

B: "Before I discovered the body in my car I was heading for the grocery
store, let's go get stuff to eat and come back and prepare a huge meal,
okay?"

P: "Sure. I guess. Not like I have anywhere else to be."

I went to the dryer grabbed his clothes tossing the entire load at him. He
got dressed I went over my shopping list again then something he said
flashed back in my mind. "Did you say you wished your brother a happy
birthday?"

P: "Yep I did."

B: "How old are you now?"

P: "Just turned nineteen about six days ago. What about you?"

B: "I turn 25 in February. Let's go if you're ready."

We walked out the door and into my old BMW, out to Linden Avenue and over
to Greenbay Road then south to the Jewel store. I worked from my list but
got some other stuff since he might he over for several days I suspected.

I grabbed the stuff on my list and also added two cases of Miller Genuine
Draft in bottles and in the pharmacy dept I saw a rack with pre-paid cards
for stuff and saw several for Tracfone minutes so I grabbed one of those
too. We got some steaks and frozen breakfast things and ground beef,
veggies and a ton of stuff. I actually filled the cart with the beers and
wine and extra toilet paper and laundry soap. Four full bags the bill came
to $329! He didn't see the airtime card. I even got a box of Twinkies to
substitute for birthday cake.

We got home and decided what to eat for dinner and what to do after
eating. We decided to be like a couple for a few days to try it out. He was
willing to be like a gay couple and see how it went since he was still
conflicted over the potential for problems being outwardly gay especially
after the fights at home.

We cooked one large rib-eye steak to share and had sweet corn. Then I sang
happy birthday and lit a candle on a twinkie for his party. We shared one
twinkie after he blew out the candle. I stuffed half of it in his mouth
then bit off the other half sticking out of his lips. This was the closest
I ever got to kissing Patrick since we first met. He didn't seem freaked
out. Before we did dishes and cleaned up, I repeated the twinkie treat with
it halfway inside my mouth this time. He walked up to me, put his hands
behind my neck turned his head slightly and pressed his lips into mine and
gently bit off the other half of the snack cake and stood right in front of
me chewing and smiling. It was nice to see the change in attitude.

I reached up to wipe the cream filling off his lips then stuck that finger
in my mouth. It was a silly but intimate moment we had in very close
proximity.

Dishes were done so we returned to the living room area but left the TV off
again. We assumed our position holding hands and just talked for about the
next four hours. Actually, he talked for the next four hours.

I learned about his identical twin brother Matt and their rocky
relationship, his unemployed father and struggling mother who works six
days a week at a bank in Evanston. He said his father was a bus driver in
Chicago but got fired for punching his supervisor.

I got some sleeping pants from my room and asked him if he wanted to move
the conversation to the bedroom since we both looked tired. We slept
together but never did anything. We slept back to back the whole night. I
was up first in the morning, I left him alone to rest by himself.

It was purely a selfish move on my part, I offered him pants but not a
shirt!

I went upstairs for a while and explained the 'Patrick problem' to my mom
who seemed concerned but never negative or judgemental. She was always
polite. I would never have this talk with dad around.

Back down stairs Patrick came out of the bedroom around 10am. I offered him
food and coffee which he wanted badly. He actually looked almost back to
normal this morning. His face looked a little pale and a bit like maybe he
lost some weight, his cheeks looked a little sunken. He walked around the
kitchen shirtless with my old sleeping pants on. No matter how sick he
looked his body always made me hot for some action but I kept those
thoughts to myself for now.

I told him I had three more days off, what did he want to do today. He
asked me if I could buy him some clothes and some minutes for his
phone. Then I remembered the card I got yesterday. I picked up the card off
the desk in my office and handed it to him. His jaw dropped open. He looked
at me speechless. It was a card for a full year of tracfone service. He'd
never seen one of those before. He scratched the paint off and
re-authorized his phone then texted me the letters 'ILY'. That's the
closest he's ever come to even telling me he liked me. We're taking it
slowly in small steps, this was definitely one of those. I texted him back
'ILY2'. His phone buzzed, he pushed a button then looked up smiling at me
and set his phone down.

B: "Do you have any other relatives here?"

P: "My parents are from Indianapolis, I have grandparents there but I never
met them I don't even know their names or if they're alive or not. My mom
has a sister in New Orleans but I never met her either and I don't know her
name. That's it really. Why? You wanna get rid of me already?"

B: "Slow down there friend, just trying to see if there are any other
resources we might use to make peace with your father and brother is
all. You can stay here as long as you need." I was surprised I actually
said that to him because I was afraid he'd think I was lonely or desperate
or something if I seemed to easy, like asking a girl to get married on the
first date or something.

We sat there in silence sort of looking at each others legs sitting on the
sofa, then I repeated to him, "As long as you need."

He remained silent. I reminded myself he's dealt with some significant
rejection from family and is probably going to be really sensitive about
words for a while. I need to try to be careful what I say for some time
until he starts to trust me again.

B: "Say, lets go outside, it's warm today. We could walk over by the Baha'i
Temple and throw the Frisbee or walk around Gillson Park or something."

P: "I guess so."

B: "We'll go shopping for clothes this afternoon, okay?"

P: "Sure, you're the boss."

B: "Will you please cut me some slack Patrick. I'm trying to be a pleasant
host. I'm not the enemy you know. You're safe here. This is the no-worry
zone. Okay.?"

P: "Sorry for being a bummer but the last two weeks have really messed up
my head."

B: "Is there something else we can do that might lift your spirits, make
you feel safer, more... I don't know, like more loved or something?" I
couldn't believe I used that word. 'Dear God, please help me not be such an
idiot with words today, PLEASE!' I shouted inside my head.

P: "Yes there is but you already got your heart set on going outside."

B: "You wanna stay inside? We can do that, no problem. Just tell me what
you want to do."

P: "This is gonna sound retarded."

B: "What?"

P: "Can we just go sit on the sofa and talk and be together some more I
really like that, I never done that before with anyone.  I think I need
more time."

B: "Oh no, that's fine. Come'on over here." I got up from the table put my
arm on his shoulder and walked him to the sofa where we assumed our same
spots. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, he was in sleeping pants and no
shirt still. Believe me I noticed that.

This time he laid on the sofa, flat. Taking up the entire seating area. I
got on my knees on the floor next to him and ran my fingers in his hair
noticing how the burnt hair on his head and his eyebrows were almost
totally grown back to match the rest of his head. I slid my hand down over
his muscular chest over his tits and down onto his stomach.

I leaned over placing my face on his tummy and slid it side to side with
his belly button sliding right and left over my lips. I detected a gross
area, so I got up to get some q-tips and hydrogen peroxide. I actually
think he really likes it when I baby him and clean his body parts and was
willing to tolerate me walking away briefly right when he wanted to talk
and have his hand held.

I was aware that touching him seemed to force him to lower his protective
shields a little. Cleaning his parts had two reasons, one obvious the other
was my secret.

I came back with the stuff and worked for several minutes to make his
wonderfully sexy belly button clean enough to drink from. He laid there not
speaking allowing me to do it, just like last night when I trimmed his toe
nails and cleaned his finger nails. He was slowly getting used to being
close to a male nurse. This was progress too. He was actually letting me
touch him and started to look more at ease and relaxed. After his tummy I
did both his ears.

Then I asked if I could trim his pubes. He said it was fine, 'the shit
grows back.' So got the beard shaver and trimmed the hair in his arm pits
onto a towel then cut the hair around the base of his dick and his balls
down to short stubble and used the towel to clean up the mess. He laid
there on his back nude on display, like the first day we met at work. He
always seemed to like being on display. I think he knows very well that he
has a beautiful body and loves using it to tease and entice. He never got
hard the entire time I worked around his dick. I bet he never had anyone
trim his pubes before either.

My work was done, I went back to silently playing with his soft hairless
belly and his totally suckable nipples too. First I used my fingers then I
advanced to using my lips. He finally started talking about his family some
more. He told me about being molested in summer camp in 5th grade and again
the next summer at a camp down in Bloomington.

He told me about how his brother and him did everything together as little
kids. He said he's been beat up by Matt for years now and dearly wants to
leave home and never return but doesn't have the money or education to do
either and no idea how to make it change. He said he's been running away
from home since he was in the 8th grade to escape the abuse from Matt and
his father. The police always brought him home and it always started again.

He said he got caught with a neighbor boy in the back yard when they were
in the eigth grade, the boy was sucking his dick and after that all he got
called at home was fag boy. He's never really dated a girl because he
always gets dumped when they start to see his gay tendencies and
mannerisms. He said his body is the only reason anyone ever wanted to have
sex with him or his brother.

I reminded him he did have a rare and beautiful body that he should be
proud of what he has and use it to the greatest benefit.

P: "So how am I supposed to know if someone wants me for me or wants me for
my body?"

B: "I guess you have to trust your ability to read people and trust that
your heart will not lie to you."

P: "So what about you, why do you like me?"

B: "Patrick I was drawn to you at work because you made a pass at me. But
it was you that contacted me outside of work. Twice you came on to
me. Why?"

P: "I think my heart told me you were different, you looked at me and saw
potential and looked at my body and thought Wow ain't he hot!" We both
chuckled.

B: "Well yes and yes, both are correct. In you I see the foundation of a
strong young man with a great mind but some big problems to work out and a
great potential in life. Look at me, I sort of coasted into college and
into nursing and my job at the hospital but God puts us where he needs us
and it is in that place where we met and there was something about you that
pulled on my heart strings. Something tells me to help you get back on your
feet and get some direction in your life. In the mean time I dig your body
and love touching and looking at you as much as I can but there's nothing
wrong with that, is there?"

P: "No, not as far as I can see. And you know after I left here last month
I had to go home to do some thinking. I had to think about being straight
or being gay and what I really am. I reached a decision about all that
stuff."

B: "Do tell!"

P: "I decided my brother's right, I'm gay and I'll never be straight. I was
born this way and I'll always be this way too. I have no regrets that I
gave you my virginity and I want to be in a relationship some day with
someone that I love and be faithful and home every night and raise a dog
and keep the house clean and pay my bills on time and be responsible and
honest about who I am with everyone I know."

B: "Wow, that's a mouthful! Well spoken! Those are great goals. Now don't
lose sight of them and keep them near your heart. One thing I've learned
about goals is to not discuss them with people too much because the more
you talk about them the less likely you are to meet them."

P: "Okay, thanks for the advice Uncle Brad."

B: "Let me ask one very personal question, I want you to tell me, what is
true love?"

P: " I have no freakin idea." He said with a smile.

B: "Well don't confuse sexual attraction with love because they're two
totally different things. One of the design flaws of the human male brain
is we tend to confuse sex and love as being the same thing when they're not
at all."

P: "That went right over my head. Maybe we could change the subject for a
while?"

B: "Fine." I said still on my knees next to the sofa while he was now
laying on his side facing me, our faces were about three feet apart in my
somewhat sunny basement living room. I looked at the clock it was now
11:30am, I was pretty hungry.

I had my left arm up on his side, he was laying on his left side facing me
with his right arm laying on top along his side. I noticed there was still
a little bit of red patches on the side of his face, upper arms and the
tops of his hands.

B: "So when you arrived at the hospital with the entire entourage of people
aside from family the rest of them were body worshipers?"

P: "Yep for the most part."

B: "Bummer."

Patrick moved a little then laid on his back on the sofa still with head
facing me. He whispered at me, "Can you do me one favor?"

B: "Sure. What you need?"

P: "Can you please fuck me again, I need to feel it again to know I did the
right thing, but this time when you're done can I fuck you too?"

B: "I think we can manage that. When you want to do it?" I said trying not
to smile or look thrilled.

P: "Can we have lunch first?"

B: "Yes, what would you like?"

P: "How's about a frozen pizza and lots of beers?"

B: "That means no driving the rest of the day you know."

P: "I know. We can go get clothes tomorrow morning but I don't want to go
to Old Orchard since my brother works in a store there."

I got up to my knees, leaned over and sucked one of his nipples for about
five seconds then got to my feet heading for the kitchen. I turned on the
oven and grabbed a pizza from the freezer. I got the added stuff from the
fridge to make extra cheese, olives, onions, pepperoni, and sausage chunks.

Within ten minutes the pizza went in the oven. I changed out of my clothes
into sleeping pants only, just like Patrick. He set the table and got out
two beers and glasses. He fired up my stereo and played some station from
Chicago, it was a jazz station from the low end of the dial but it had a
particular mood that was great right now.

He got out paper plates, I got out the pizza cutter. In no time at all the
pizza was done, sliced and on the table, then we were both on our second
round of beers. We sat across the table from each other telling stories of
unsuccessful dates in pizza parlors and other horrible times with people we
pretended to like. I couldn't keep my eyes off his wondrous body the whole
time.

Eventually the last slice went inside his mouth crust and all. We both had
four beers each. The table was cleaned, the bottles in the trash and
everything put away. While I was scrubbing the pizza pan he opened the bed
and pulled down the shades. Being a day sleeper I could make my room very
dark during the day.

All was done we took turns pissing. I was on my knees looking at the stereo
wondering what station he had tuned in. Patrick walked up beside me
lowering the front of his pants to let his semi hard dick hang out within
18 inches of my head. I couldn't resist that piece of meat.

I got up and followed him to the bedroom. He dropped his pants to the
floor, I did the same. He laid on his back in the middle of the bed
grabbing his knees pulling them up to his chest. I went to the dresser and
put on one disposable glove and took the lube and coated my gloved fingers
and the end of my dick and brought it to bed capped with me. I moved on my
knees up next to Patrick's butt and rubbed his crack smearing lube all
over. Then with my gloved hand I inserted one finger with little
resistance. After moving it around for maybe ten seconds I went to two
fingers. I spent some time spreading my fingers to stretch him open, then
after a couple minutes of that I went to three fingers and repeated the
process. We were both hard as rock and dripping.

I pulled out my fingers, ripped the glove off and shot it like a rubber
band into the trash can by the bed. Next came the real thing. I slid the
head of my dick up and down in his crack feeling for his rosebud, once I
found it I slowly pressed inward. It took him about half a minute to relax
himself then I smoothly slid inside and again we were joined.

I slowly lowered my upper body down onto the backs of his thighs our faces
now only inches apart. We both had pizza breath so we were equals. His eyes
pulled me in. He grabbed my back from behind pulling him into me. We
touched foreheads together, he started quietly humming something to me,
couldn't recognize the song but it was a bit romantic and sexy. Then he
stopped as I started slowly sliding myself in and out of his opening.

I wanted this time to last so I kept a nice-slow pace to allow him to
adjust to being penetrated. Our foreheads were still together, we shared
each others breaths. We touched noses and I turned my head side to side a
little still keeping my forehead softly against his.

I never expected it would happen but I felt him extend his lips in search
of mine. We briefly touched lip tips then moved apart. But I noticed that
he started it that time, which was also a sign of changes he had over the
missing month and a half. Sometimes teenagers make big steps in their route
to adulthood. This was obviously all new to him. I was going slowly letting
him take the lead.

My dick was starting to ache and I was in need of having an orgasm. So I
started to increase my hip action with my dick firmly planted deep inside
Patrick.

He responded to the change by pulling me tighter into his body with his
arms around me. Then without warning he slid his hands up to my head,
grabbed two fists of my hair and pulled my mouth into his and for the first
time we sucked face like lovers. His tongue burst into my mouth and took
control. He was everywhere with his tongue. I wondered why he was trying to
be so rough, it was probably from a lack of experience. But I went along
and smashed my lips into his twisting my head, sucking his lips and
wrestling my tongue with his when he was doing it to me.

I humped faster and started to feel the impending orgasm approach. It built
and built, it felt like this was gonna be a big one. Then when it started I
went limp on top of him, our mouths wide open lips aligned, I held my
breath and almost yelped in pleasure with each contraction of my junk as I
shot a huge load of cum into my friend. It went on for maybe ten seconds
then ended with several aftershocks that jolted my entire body.

I twisted my head planting the side of my face into his open mouth, his
saliva all over my face, my semen all over his insides, our sweaty bodies
tangled together on my bed. I was exhausted and spent. Patrick's mind left
moments ago, to where I have no idea but he simply looked distant, stunned,
spent, weak, almost lifeless. He slowly let his legs down along my sides,
my limping dick still inside him. Now we laid chest to chest, face to face,
hands in hands by his shoulders - fingers intertwined. In that moment I
felt his soul, it was loving.

P: "Oh my God!" Were the first words from his mouth.

P: " I think I just died... Can we do that again?"

I turned my head so our noses were now maybe an inch apart. I lowered my
head and gently lip tip kissed his lips, which he returned exactly the same
like we were synchronized.

B: " Where did you learn that?"

P: "Learn what?"

B: "You are like a textbook perfect bottom."

P: "What does that mean?"

B: "I'll explain later but let me say, this time was super
intense. Probably the best sex I have ever had in my entire life." I said
turning my head to the side, slinking down slightly to lay my face on his
chest and letting my limp dick slip out of him. I loved to lay there
briefly with his perfect right nipple just inches from my eyeball and nose.

I popped up from bed to get paper towels from the dresser. As if on cue, he
raised his legs again so I could clean up my mess before it made it to my
sheets. It was just starting to leak out. I had him stand up by the bed,
back turned to me. He pulled his own cheeks apart to help me clean up the
volumes of white goo that trickled from him.

Soon that part was over. I walked to the refrigerator grabbing a tall glass
of cold water to replenish myself. Patrick came to my side, arm over my
shoulder, dick sticking straight out desperately in need of relief, which
was next on the agenda. We both finished our drinks and went back to the
bedroom.

B: "Lemme see again." I said as l dropped to my knees, he spread his
cheeks, but the ooze had already stopped.

I got to my feet and sat on the bed, then rolled onto my back and laid
where he just laid, the spot was sweaty and damp still. The room smelled
like sex. Patrick stood by the bed with a dripping cock aiming right at me
ready to go. As far as I knew this would be a first for him again. We went
slowly, he lead the way. Since I was a regular user of toys I would be an
easy penetration for him, he didn't know that.

B: "Let's go." I had to bite my lip to keep from saying 'let's go kid'
which I figured he'd take the wrong way.

I pulled my knees to my chest and offered him the lube. He squeezed some on
my hand to lube my crack and hole, he did his dick at the same time.

I pulled hard at my legs to aim my self up at him, he slid around a little
then I reached over to point him at the spot and told him to slowly press,
which he did like a hydraulic jack. In a few seconds he was fully implanted
then lowered himself onto me. I kept my knees pulled back to not change his
angle and accidentally push him out.

Patrick started humping slowly but after a while when he saw I wasn't in
pain he started to speed up but he didn't last long. Maybe three minutes,
he was grunting and moaning then rammed his hips forward hard. I could feel
his dick twitching inside me. That was fast I thought to myself as he laid
sweaty and limp on top of me. For a few minutes it was neat to watch his
chest muscles twitch and work and his huge nipples hovering just above me
as this nineteen year old muscle boy fucked me like a true amateur. This
boy truly gave me his virginity twice, I started to get all emotional but I
kept that to myself.

Soon he pulled out and wanted to clean me up but I suggested we quickly
head for the shower where we washed each other and I could admire his silky
smooth body and lick his titties and maybe give him another blow job.

After the shower we sat on the sofa and talked for about four hours naked
holding hands and touching toes the whole time. On occasion we would take
turns reaching over to touch the other guy on a tit or a dick or a belly
button or move a hair on the forehead.

Around 7pm he had his boner back so I went down on him while he sat on the
sofa and I was on my knees on the floor between his legs. He lasted about
three minutes and came in my mouth. This time a surprise, he wanted to kiss
right there and then with my mouth full of his cum, which I shared since I
hadn't swallowed any of his yet enjoying his sugary sweetness.

By 11pm we ate dinner and went back to bed and took turns fucking again,
then slept the rest of the night.

The extra day we spent inside really lifted his spirits and made him much
closer to his normal as I knew him. The next morning the distant empty
stare and worry painted on his face was also totally gone.

Around 10am we drove to Target to get him new shoes, socks, undies, two
pairs of jeans, three t-shirts, a hoodie, and some bathroom stuff. We spent
about $210 on that stuff which amazed him that anyone would willingly plunk
down that much cash without any fuss or complaining.

We ate Michael's on Greenbay Road near my high school then headed back
towards home. That afternoon we drove to the beach but it was too cool
outside with the lake breezes to do much so we sat in the car and
talked. He told me about being harassed in high school for his rumored
gayness and how he thought his brother started most of the rumors and got
different bullies in school to threaten him.

Back at home we got his bicycle into the garage and did some routine
maintenance so he was road worthy once again. Chain and brakes adjusted,
tires aired-up after patching a tiny leak in the front inner tube he'd had
for the past eight weeks now. He watched in amazement as I tuned up his
vehicle like a pro.

Inside my apartment I showed him I put $50 in ten dollar bills into an
envelope for him and stuffed it into his backpack if he decided while I was
at work that he needed to leave for a while. I had to assure him that I was
not pushing him out the door just that we were not lovers or in a
relationship and he was not trapped here, he was free to come and go. I did
tell him that my home was a no-drugs allowed place due to my job, I would
lose my nursing license forever if I got arrested for much of anything. He
seemed to accept that one condition. I also told him he could not bring any
friends over unless we discussed it ahead of time and nobody else but him
or my family should be in the apartment on my work days.

We talked about Wilmette, the buses, trains, things to do, places to
see. He said it sounded like a boring little town, which I honestly had to
agree with.

That weekend I worked my normal hours, Patrick even switched to night shift
life with me for the time. When I got home he went to bed with me. He said
he was using my computer to start a journal and maybe even write a book.

The first day went smoothly. When I got home on Friday morning he seemed
like he had something he needed to talk about so we went right to bed
holding hands. I laid there and listened to what he had on his mind. The
big topic was he wanted to look for a job nearby and maybe stay longer than
he first thought he would. I told him it would be fine but the quiet time
during my work week was the most important thing and must be protected
since it paid all our expenses.

After we were done talking it was about 8:45am, he actually leaned into me
and gave me an honest kiss on the lips. I was laying on my back, he rolled
onto his stomach, scooted closer to me and lowered his face into mine
laying a really romantic kiss on my lips. Then he lifted his head and
looked me in the eyes, I said, "Thanks, that was very sweet. I needed
that." So he did it again without any tongue.

Then came the third time but this one came with lots of tongue and lasted
for maybe a minute or two. I started to whimper.

When it was over I turned on my side, Patrick scooted up close in behind me
holding me from behind, we fell asleep spooning, facing away from the
wall. I loved feeling his silky body pressed into my back, his warmth and
his big strong arms around me.

At 4:30pm my alarm clock went off. He got out of bed first and went to make
me dinner while I took a shower. I left for work at the normal time walking
to the L station a block away. It was cold and drizzly outside. I thought
about Patrick the whole way to work with a smile on my face. I prayed he
would be okay.

After my third night I walked down the street to the train station stopping
at the diner to grab a quick breakfast to eat on the way home. Out the
diner door I turned left heading for the train station doors. I caught a
glimpse of someone standing by the doors but when I got closer my sense of
concern over muggers turned to surprise to see Patrick standing by the door
waiting for me, big smile on his face! We actually hugged on the sidewalk,
I practically cried he made me so happy. We got home to see that all the
dishes were done, the carpets vacuumed, the windows cleaned, the place was
dusted. I was amazed. I walked into the bedroom after stopping to pee to
find Patrick on the bed, naked with a boner waiting on me.

I quickly lubed-up and climbed over his hips slowly sitting down on his
steel rod of a boner. This time I rode him from above as I fucked myself to
my heart's content.

It's only happened maybe twice in my life but I actually had an orgasm
without touching my dick just by riding his in just the right direction,
then he came too. We were both spent but I was also tired from finishing my
third night at work.

I tried to get up to the shower but he wouldn't let me go. I don't think he
ever lost his boner but I wasn't totally sure, so I started humping him
again and sure enough he wanted to go another round right away. It took a
bit longer, maybe seven minutes then he ran his hands up onto my chest
digging in his fingertips into my chest muscles, lifting me up in the air
with his leg muscles, groaned a bit and had his second orgasm.

I collapsed on top of him we met mouth to mouth and kissed passionately for
about five minutes, then we headed for the shower then back to bed until
alarm time.

That evening he asked me if we could go out for dinner to celebrate because
he had good news to tell me. Deep down inside I feared he was telling me he
was leaving for Evanston and his estranged family.

We drove to an Italian restaurant out by Edens Plaza for pasta and pop. He
seemed anxious about something and finally let it rip.

P: "Brad, you're never guess what I did this week?"

B: "What?" I asked faking being excited for him.

P: "I got a job at the Wilmette Theater two nights a week on the same
nights you work!"

B: "Wow, that's really great, what they gonna have you doing?"

P: "Closing cleaning crew, I get off at 3 or 4am after the final showing
and the place empties."

B: "Great, I'm happy for you. You gonna walk or bus or what?"

P: "One of the cleaning crew lives in Evanston, he's going to haul me back
and forth to work for a few bucks a week since it's really almost on his
way anyway. During the summer I could ride the bike."

B: "If the weather gets too bad you could use my car, I rarely do. If I
need anything I just take the L into the city and shop there in Boys Town
since it's right by the L."

P: "Now that would be the bomb getting a job with the CTA or RTA or
something like that so I can take the train like you do. Maybe I'll go
interview over there too."

B: "Good plan, and I think working would be just the ticket for you too,
always opens doors you never saw coming. I get job offers all the time at
work."

P: "Yeah but you're a college grad."

B: "I wasn't always a college grad, I was your age once too you know, it
was only like five short years ago."

P: "I keep forgetting your're still a kid inside too."

We finished our dinner then headed back for home stopping at a store to
pick up a 6-pack of beers and a bag of popped corn to celebrate and maybe
watch a movie.

On the ride east on Lake Avenue Patrick was rubbing his hand on my thigh
while I drove. At the light at Greenbay Rd he goosed me twice but never
moved his head so the people in the cars around us had no idea anything was
going on. We started to laugh so I shut off the radio. I steered with one
hand and held his hand on my thigh with the other. It was kinda nice
actually, we were actually acting like a little cute gay couple. But I
still didn't know where we were heading.

Two uneventful weeks later he started working at the theater. He said his
boss wanted him to do routine maintenance and cleaning only since he had
the knack and did a good job.

The weeks went by without much of a hassle. We fell into routines with our
matched work schedules. He started texting me at work a few times a night
just to say hi.

Thanksgiving arrived and I introduced Patrick to my parents. We had
Thanksgiving dinner together in my parents place upstairs, they all seemed
to be polite towards each other and Pat looked happy with his new found
family.

I had an idea for something to get him for Christmas but I thought I better
do some more talking first about us, so on my next Saturday evening we sat
down on the sofa in talking position and I fired off my questions.

P: "Are you mad at me for something?"

B: "No, not at all. I just wanted to talk about us and tell you something
is all, something we haven't done in a while."

P: "Okay, just don't be mean okay?"

B: "Patrick, have I ever been mean towards you?"

P: "Uh yes you have Mr. Insensitive and gruff nurse."

B: "Do you ever think I intend to hurt you or make you feel bad?"

P: "Well no, you aren't that way but you do get careless with slips of the
lip from time to time."

B: "Okay, question number one. What are we?"

P: "That question again? Okay. I'm not the best at saying stuff sometimes
I'm more the type to show you how I feel. I guess I would say that....
yes, we are in a relationship, we're boy friends, roomies, maybe even
lovers since we fuck, I think that's all that lovers means really. And I
think I've shown you over the past months that I do like staying here, I do
like my job and I do like 'us' and I want 'us' to be a couple like this and
keep doing it. There. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

B: "Do you love me?"

P: "Do you love me?"

We were stuck in sort of a Mexican Stand-Off waiting for the other to shoot
first. We were sitting on the sofa facing in a nearly dark room, knees
touching, holding hands gently, and leaning sideways into the back cushions
of the sofa.

B: "Well?"

P: "Well you first!" He raised his hand pressing one finger tip gently into
the center of my chest.

B: "I think about you all the time. I get home faster than I ever did
before just to see your fantastic body and hear your voice and hold you in
a hug inside the door. Yes, I love you. A lot." I said with a smile and
suddenly felt my ears get hot and I got really relaxed. I almost got
emotional, I tried hard to look relaxed. My body started shivering.

silence

P: "I never thought I would meet someone that cared about me like you do. I
knew the moment we met in the hospital that you were really special. I know
you nurses all get retarded, swear a lot and become indifferent to dumb
crap and stupid people and all but I'm slowly learning to accept that this
is part of your lingo but not the way you really are inside. That
revelation took me months to figure out. I've never been in love before. As
a kid Matthew was the closest person I ever knew. Then he turned against me
so I put up my defenses and never let them down until us. So now I'm
trusting you not to hurt me or reject me or dump me or kick me out. I love
you but we're on probation until I learn more about you. That's all I can
say about that."

silence

P: "Look Brad I want you to know that nobody has gotten to me, seen inside
me like you have. I've never opened up to anyone like I have with you. But
I am not a romantic kind of guy who runs home after work, yells HONEY I'M
HOME and kisses you and tells you how much I love you. I am more the type
to show you how I feel by doing stuff and contributing. Don't judge by what
I say, judge me by what I do, okay?"

B: "Yeah, I can live with that."

silence

B: "So what about us long term, say next year 1998? Where are we going,
what's the big plan for next year and for us and you in particular. What
goals do you have for yourself?"

P: "Umm next year I would like to get a better job, maybe a car, maybe a
career, maybe even look into schooling, maybe a dog or a cat or something,
maybe a vacation. That's about it really."

B: "Okay let me ask you this, if you know, not everybody can answer this
one, does it ever feel like God put you on the planet for a particular
purpose to do something or be something?"

P: "Yeah, I think God put me here to help give young people a chance at
getting their lives in the right direction, like a guidance counsellor or
family counsellor or something."

B: "Those are great ones, we should work on them starting next year. I
think we should put some of your goals on a sheet of paper and post them in
the bathroom across from the toilet or something to keep us on track."

P: "Didn't you have something you wanted to tell me?"

B: "Oh yeah, I got us two things to do just after New Years. The second one
is still a secret but the first one is that I wanted to know if you wanted
to go to Florida with me in January?"

P: "Fuck yeah! Like to where?"

B: "Key West."

P: "Wow! Like for how long?"

B: "Six nights at my parents timeshare condo. They gave it to us as a
Christmas present."

P: "Get me the dates so I can clear that with the boss asap."

B: "It's on the calendar in my computer, help yourself."

P: "Cool. What's the other part?"

B: "That will wait until after we get back from Florida it won't be here
until then?"

P: "No hints?"

B: "Nope. My lips are sealed about this one."

P: "How we gettin there?"

B: "I'll buy us tickets as soon as you're sure you can go. We'll fly down
from O'Hare."

Patrick leaned into me hugging me while we rocked gently side to side, he
seemed so happy in that moment. I slid my arms down off his shoulders onto
his arms as we smiled warmly into each others eyes. I felt the thing he
said he feels for me but doesn't very often put into words. I've actually
met lots of guys who have the same attitudes towards telling their wives
and kids they love them so this doesn't come as a surprise.

We went to the bedroom, turned on the clock radio to the jazz station at
89.3 FM and laid in bed on our sides facing just talking and touching each
others upper body.

Christmas came and went then New Years. I worked Christmas but not New
Years. Patrick and I went to downtown Chicago to a live performance in
Grant Park of the Chicago Symphony. We had brats off the food cart and a
couple five dollar cups of 3.2% beer and made it home by 1:30am, the L was
packed. We actually walked down the sidewalk from the L station to home
holding hands as the snow started to fall. It was very romantic. I hope
that wasn't lost on him.

We walked down the street past our home to the dark and closed Baha'i
Temple, sat on a bench that couldn't be seen from the street and sucked
face in the falling snow to usher in the new year. I really loved this
guy. I could feel it in his kisses back to me.

On January 10th we flew to Miami then to Key West then took a taxi to the
condo. We spent the next six days on the beach in the sun, and fucked each
night. By the time we left for home my balls were starting to get sore, I
think he was too.

Our best day started on the morning of the third day. By then we got the
hang of the local restaurants, beaches and the hotel staff too. We asked
housekeeping to just leave our room alone until we left, that we'd ask if
we need anything. I think it made them suspicious like we were filming porn
or something.

We made it to breakfast by 8am a block from the hotel was a small diner
with a tiny rainbow flag above the front door, two dykish girls, one in the
kitchen the other waiting the counter. They only had three booths and eight
counter stools. The one in the kitchen had her hair cut to look like a
boy. She was kinda cute anyway - hardly no tits at all.

We made it to the beach around 10am with our suits, sunscreen, radio, and
water jug. We laid out for an hour and took a swim out for the coral. We
saw a ray and some larger groupers in the water past the coral it was about
twenty feet or more out there. The waters were calm, the skies perfectly
sunny and still.

Patrick couldn't tolerate the sun as well as me being a genetic red head,
he mostly burned no matter how much SPF 30 we put on him. I took over
keeping his back jizzed, he did mine too.

One other couple set their loungers near ours, an older couple. They
introduced themselves as Josh and Josh, they were from New York. Obviously
gay. One of the Josh guys said they owned a bar and a flower shop on the
same block on the lower-east side. I had no idea what that meant.

They seemed really nerdy and snooty towards us as if being from Chicago
meant we were second class citizens from a run down mobile home park
somewhere in Mississippi or something. I whispered to Patrick we should be
going, so I grabbed our loungers and we headed for the condo.

I got us two beach cruiser bicycles from the condo office and he headed
around the city on bikes checking out the place, Patrick had a shirt on to
avoid the hot afternoon sun. We settled down at a roadside pub to have a
late lunch and a few beers while the sun went down. Around 7pm we headed
for home and surrendered the bikes at the front desk.

There was a message for me asking how the place was from my mom. I used the
computer in the business office to email her that everything was fine,
except for some slightly rude people from NYC we were having a great time.

We got carry out pizza at 8pm and headed for our room. We ate the pie on
the balcony watching the traffic go past. I hung a towel on the balcony
railing then went down on Patrick, made him cum in my mouth twice. Walking
in to the kitchen for a swig of water he sneaked up from behind and tackled
me onto the living room carpet. We wrestled and laughed like drunk fools
for a while. It ended with his mouth smashed into mine as we sucked face
all sweaty and full of carpet lint in the dark living room by the sofas.

I sat on his chest and humped his mouth and came in him too. We went to the
bathroom and took a long soak in the hot tub. After a while I slipped over
next to him and sucked his tits and mouth for the next hour or so. I sat on
Patrick's lap and jerked us with one hand, two dicks smashed together like
one fat cock. We decided not to cum in the tub since it was shared with
other owners.

That night we took a walk around the block then went back to our room. I
put Patrick in bed then using a tiny sample bottle of baby oil I lubed him
from neck to knees, then he did me the same way. We fucked that night, he
came in me two more times, then I did him twice too. We fell asleep around
4am after yet another shower. I shot more photos of him before and during
the shower all shiny with the baby oil and his stomach muscles all tense
and showing.

We were so exhausted on the way home we slept on the entire trip home until
we landed at O'Hare. We got home and went straight to bed. He was almost
too tired to smile anymore.

My big surprise arrived on February 1st. It was my 25th birthday and the
used car I secretly got for Patrick was delivered. We had to wait because
it was part of an estate sale and the probate court was a bit slow getting
things done, but I heard about the car from a friend of mine, a 1994 Honda
Civic four door with 29000 miles, no flaws and rust proofing. Literally
owned by a little old lady who rarely drove it, except for two round trips
a year to Texas.

Patrick about wet his pants and sort of thought it was too much to spend on
him. We agreed to let it sit in the driveway for a few weeks while he
thought about it. Finally the car won over and he accepted the keys. I also
pre-paid his insurance and registration for the first year. Luckily he
never had any tickets but at age nineteen he was still high risk.

He asked me how much I got paid an hour that I could afford all this stuff
but I told him I wouldn't answer that without a ring and a promise, nor
would he see how much money I had in the bank. I did promise him I had no
debt, my parents company paid my tuition and college expenses.

On May first we went apartment hunting and found a place in Evanston near
the beach and campus, I would be within walking distance to work. I put a
deposit after we both saw the place and agreed on splitting costs on some
things. It turned out there were quite a few gay couples in the building,
some of them in their 60s too.

Patrick found a night job as an assistant manager at a cineplex near Loyola
University in the city. He's making much better money now and has decided
to go to school part-time starting in the fall.

He's had no more contact with his family and never speaks of them. But I
know the hurt they caused will always be there hidden. I'd love to meet his
father some day just to shake his hand then break his f-ing nose. I would
love some day to see the two brothers side by side in bathing suits but I
guess that's never gonna happen.

When we were down in Florida I suggested he let me take some porn grade
photos of him, which I did in the condo bathroom and sun deck. We stored
them for a later day. I shot them on color film since digital camera spec's
slowly keep rising and I didn't want to take some that would someday soon
be obsolete. I shot four rolls of 36 exposure shots of him dressed to fully
nude, hard, covered in cum, and about fifteen of us fucking with the
camera's self timer.

I had to take them to a discreet store in Boys Town to get processed. I had
one of him blown up and framed for the bedroom wall.

I love his body!



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