Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2012 05:26:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Playing With Fire Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Erotic Massage                   By Boris Chen


Discharging Patrick from the burn unit was the beginning of a long dry
spell at work as far as having passes made at me at work. The next time it
happened was two months after our trip to Florida in the spring of 1998.


We had no burn patients this week. Since lots of outdoor activity is
stopped in this area when the cold weather arrives we sort of morph into
just a step-down ICU unit instead. They discharged all our patients, the
last one leaving around the time I arrived at work for my first of three
nights in a row, it was Wednesday 8pm. The day shift people were all
gone. Housekeeping was in the unit cleaning rooms 1,2,4,5.


I got a call from bed control, they were sending me a calm and behaved
twenty two year old male with a Tylenol and Celexa overdose. Not a big
overdose but poison control said he needed to be monitored and hydrated for
about twenty hours or as long as his heart rate stayed above 100. He had a
risk of going into a faster heart rate, without warning, a rate so fast his
heart would not actually be able to pump any blood. They said he was
arriving alone in about 30 minutes, so I got room three ready for his
arrival and memorized the phone number for security just in case.


At 8:45pm my patient arrived. He was a young looking guy, red eyes, red
ears, looked like he had been crying or mad or hot or something. His face
was a bit red. He had a heart rate of 135 but still a decent blood
pressure, could be better. He had saline running, his 3rd liter.


Transport got him moved over to my cart, he was still dressed, so I helped
him undress and get into one of our horrid patient gowns and back into
bed. He looked rather skinny. I let him keep his undies on so I never saw
his stuff. He had a small outy and a nice belly with some hair below his
outy growing downward towards the promised land. He had a decent ridge in
his shorts but nothing specific like some guys do. His chest was slightly
muscular with small dime size tits that poked out a little. His chest had a
few hairs in the middle and his armpits were really furry.


He had a small tattoo on his left upper arm, something like barbed wire
with some lightning bolts around too, nothing fancy, all dark blue ink. We
spoke briefly, he was very quiet and not too much for words. I figured he
would be with us for a night, maybe two. His chart said he was waiting for
a bed at an in-patient psych unit in Skokie somewhere. He had insurance and
a job and car and life but that's all I knew about him. His name was Alex.


I got his charting done and kept an eye on his electrical pattern, never
saw any changes other than a gradual slowing of the heart rate. By 1am at
lunch time he was down to 122 and looked like he was sound asleep when the
manager came in for report and to cover while I went to lunch. There was a
text on my cell, it said, `ILY' of course from Patrick.


When I came back I saw the cleaning crew was gone, all other four rooms
were ready for new patients, I guessed I would get another later
tonight. Sure enough I got another one, it was a suspected GHB poisoning, a
vented patient, 24 year old male. They sent in a patient care tech too for
support since vented patients can be a handful.


I think they guessed this was just GHB with some alcohol, he would wake up
soon and want to go home. GHB is also known as the date rape drug which
some people get dropped into their drinks at a bar or club and have no idea
anything was wrong until they get close to passing out. Depending on the
dose it can make you totally unresponsive and unable to swallow or gag,
which is why it can be so dangerous if you puke when drugged and all that
puke settles down into your lungs, you drown on your own swallowed beer or
something. A nasty way to die really.


My vent patient arrived at 3am with a whole armada of staff. He was being
bagged manually for breathing, a tube down into his airway, two saline
bags, two IVs, one respiratory tech, one nurse, one security guy and my
helper tech guy.


The patient was nude under a sheet. We moved him from their cart to my bed
and hooked him to my vent machine and IV pumps and such. He had a propofol
drip keeping him from waking up suddenly while he was on the vent. You
could see marks on his wrists where he had been tied down at some time
tonight.


The patient appeared to be Asian or something, and had some make-up on his
face badly smeared. At first glance I thought he might be a cross dresser
or a trans-sexual.


A brief glance at his foley told me he had a penis but his body above that
looked like a young girls with tits and a nice smooth shapely
belly. Probably been taking hormones for a while now.




I got report from the armada of staff then they slowly departed as I got
this guy settled down in my room. I had the tech go print orders and draw
morning labs while I reviews vent settings with the respiratory tech who
said the patient was mostly breathing on their own with a little assist and
to prevent long gaps between voluntary breaths.


It took me 45 minutes to get out of the room and back in to my other room
to check out my overdose guy who was sleeping with a resting heart rate of
129 beats per minute. I went to do some charting on both of them.


After reviewing my orders on the vent patient I shut off his sedation IV
meds to see where he really was on his own. Propofol wears off quickly and
even after a half hour of no drips there was not much change to speak of
really, he laid there like a big dead fish on a burn unit bed. He had no
response to pain and very sluggish response to light in the eyes.


While the tech was in the other room doing another blood draw on my
overdose guy I went in to see the vent patient again. He had really nice
boobs, nipples that obviously never nursed a baby. My guess was his nips
were large before he started hormones, which just gave him breasts and made
his nipples as large and puffy as they were now. I had a brief moment of
fantasy and felt my dick just twitch a little in my underwear. Down to
inspect his pee catheter, he was putting out some decent clear yellow pee
from his smallish looking dark skinned penis and darker nutsack, he had
almost no hair to speak of around his dick and none above the waist except
the top of his head.


Back to chart some more my mind kept wandering off with fantasy thoughts of
how he would be in bed with actual tits and a dick too. The tech guy who
I've worked with before several times I also suspected was gay but we never
talked personal stuff before but I know him by name, and him me too. Tony
was Hispanic, short and thin but was probably ten years older than me,
always seemed to be a decent guy. He tapped his fingertip in the middle of
my computer screen saying, "It's right here Brad, this is the monitor, if
you want to chart you need to actually be looking right here." We both
chuckled a bit knowing my mind was wandering with two hot guys in our
unit. Thankfully no wood was growing in my pants.


Around 5:20am the guy on the vent started to come around and grab the vent
tube. We paged the doc and security who came up right away. By 5:45am he
was off the vent, gagging and coughing but breathing and talking on his
own. He had family arrive in our waiting room while we assessed his
condition further.


Everyone else had gone so I removed his urine catheter while he sat up on
the cart, tits hanging out, but he showed no signs of being embarrassed or
anything. I offered to help him get dressed after taking out his IV. He sat
on the side of the bed while I got his clothes out of the bag, one by one I
helped him get his stuff back on while family stayed in the lounge.


I pulled his panties up his legs and around his waist, he reached down
laying his limp dick sideways pointing towards his hip. Then came his
pants. He stood while I pulled them up to his waist and pulled out to slide
over his dick bulge, then I zipped and buttoned them. He sat down on the
bed. I got his t-shirt out next, over one arm, then the other, then his
head. I pulled the back down a little but it snagged in front on his
nipples, so I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and sliding my hands directly
on his skin, slid my hands from his upper chest right over his tits and
nipples down to his waist and pulled it down a little to get out some of
the wrinkles.


As I looked up at him he was smiling at me, I grinned back.


He reached into his pocket pulling out a business card, rainbow colored. It
said Kwan Lee Erotic Massage M/F and had his website, email, phone and
street address. I stuffed it in my scrub shirt pocket for later.


By 6:15am he was discharged and rolling out the unit door in a wheelchair
with family behind. I finished my discharge charting and went to check on
Alex in the other room. I helped him get up to the toilet and told him to
look over the menu for breakfast, then went back to finish his charting for
the night then report off to the day shift people.


Out the door I walked for our apartment near the campus.  Twenty minutes
later I was walking back inside my apartment door. Patrick was waiting on
the sofa with the TV on watching a movie. My work backpack dropped on the
floor by the door, my clothes came off as I made my way to the bathroom to
pee and strip to my underwear. I turned on the shower and walked out to the
kitchen briefly. Patrick poked a stick of hot bacon in my mouth then gave
me a lip tip kiss and a gentle pat on the shoulder.


I did an about face and climbed in the shower. Before I could get my hair
fully rinsed and started on my face Patrick slipped into the shower behind
me, his boner rubbing across my legs and butt cheeks as he entered.


Without any hesitation I leaned my head into the corner of the shower, I
reached behind me spreading my cheeks. I immediately felt his dick slide up
and down looking for the magic spot. He pressed gently then gave one big
quick shove and in he went.


He set his hands on my shoulders and humped me from behind while I leaned
into the corner of the shower. He must have been pretty horny because I bet
it only took him 90 seconds to reach the end where he became still so I
could feel him cum inside me. While he was enjoying his twenty seconds of
bliss my mind was replaying the image of the tits on the she-male I took
off the vent then helped get dressed at work almost two short hours ago. I
was hard and wanting some action too as Patrick pulled his dick from inside
me.


I finished my shower while he scrubbed his groin and also climbed out.


This was the first day of my four days off in a row so we both had nothing
else to do today. There was no special plan but Patrick pulled me to the
sofa where we assumed our old positions facing each other, knees to knees,
holding hands and just talk about our days and anything else on our minds.


I told him about the Asian she-male and the business card, he sounded
intrigued by the concept so we discussed getting paid erotic massages in a
three-some. After an hour on the sofa he pushed me backwards to lay down,
legs still crossed. He moved around, un-crossed my legs and managed to get
my boner into his mouth. Like him, I didn't last even 120 seconds.


He slid up to my face right after my orgasm.


We got this thing we started recently, it may sound stupid, but if we cum
in the other guys mouth we go immediately to sucking face and with our
tongues we sort of divide the wad of cum in half. He moved mine from his
mouth into mine. I split it with my tongue, half above and half below my
tongue, then pressed the top half back into his mouth, then we both
swallow. There is some whimpering and purring with pleasure while we do
this, which also makes us hot.


After that was complete he lifted off my face smiling into my eyes, he laid
his face and head on my shoulder, I hugged him tightly in a loving embrace
and rocked him gently slightly side to side for a time. We discussed plans
for tonight, then we went to bed.


That night we took the L to into the city to eat at a rather expensive
restaurant in Boys Town near Broadway and Belmont. We always tip well
especially of our waiter is hot and shows skin.


As of now Patrick and me have been living together for seven months and
getting along well. We only fight about food, he thinks I spend too much to
eat out and wants us to save more. Even in our new apartment near the
university campus we still struggle to find time to be together on a
regular basis. His eight hour days make for less days off, which is
something I think I take for granted. Too bad he doesn't want to become a
nurse too.


And something else that's odd is him and his identical twin brother Matthew
have had no contact this year. It's not that often when you hear about twin
brothers breaking up like that. He never mentions Matt unless he rattles
off a list of guys he's been naked with. But even then he just says "Matt"
and never "My twin brother Matt."





Winter turned to spring. Spring into summer. The leaves returned to the
trees, the flowers bloomed and everyone started to long for afternoons at
the beach and summer vacations.


During the summer school break the hospital census usually drops by a huge
number and staff are encouraged to take vacation too, so Patrick and I
saved up enough cash to buy a trip to Arizona.


It was a four hour flight from O'Hare to Phoenix with our huge trunk of
camping gear. We took a bus from Phoenix to the Grand Canyon's south rim to
stay at the Mather Campground. This was one place I always wanted to
stay. We booked two weeks at one campsite. We brought all our camping gear
and my cameras and stuff. We paid for a donkey ride to the bottom of the
canyon, swam in pools along the Colorado River, which was cold as ice, like
maybe 49 degrees or something. The air was hot as a furnace by the freezing
cold Colorado River. By 6pm we were back at the top after the return ride
on the backs of the team of donkeys or some type of large animal, I forget
what it was.


At our campsite that night we had pork chops and corn on the cob on the
campfire with a tossed salad and lots of wine. I think we had a little too
much wine that night.


We got our sleeping bags out of the tent laying them on the picnic table at
our campsite and laid there in the dark watching the huge number of stars
with an occasional satellite and shooting star streak overhead. We laid
side by side holding hands and just like at home on the sofa we just talked
about whatever was on our minds. It was one of the nicest most romantic
nights in my life. The whole campground seemed to be really quiet. We could
hear the occasional chirp of a bat and an occasional cough of another
nearby camper.


On Friday we decided to eat at one of the restaurants to spare ourselves
the task of cleaning up from a campground meal. At dinner the place was
packed with people from Asia. I swear we were like the only Americans in
the place.


Patrick spied what looked like another young gay couple in the line to get
their meals and search for a table. He caught the eye of one of them and
motioned for them to share ours.


It turns out they were also from Chicago but flew from Midway to Phoenix
then flew from there to the airport in Tusayan then took a taxi to the
hotel. They were staying at one of the lodges here at the south rim, which
can be an expensive vacation.


They never said it but it was obvious they were a couple, gay, one was an
attorney, the other a fitness coach and masseur. I asked him if he ever
heard of Kwan Lee, he said no.


As we talked about camping at Mather the one guy, the attorney seemed
horrified about the idea of sleeping outside in a tent on the ground with
insects and using a public bathroom but his partner the massage guy seemed
intrigued. I mentioned the difference in cost but neither of them looked
concerned. I think they wanted a plush indoor air conditioned vacation at
the south rim. Patrick slid his foot over next to mine while we described
our campsite and gear we with us. The massage guy asked if stuff got
stolen, which it never happened to us. They had security patrols but most
of our camping neighbors had families and campers and seemed like decent
honest people from all over the USA and the rest of the world.


They were the first ones to leave, we shook hands as they parted. I was
sort of expecting to hear something like 'see you tomorrow at the rim' but
we departed in silence. Odd I thought.


After eating we walked back to Yavapai Point to sit on the stone ledge,
holding hands discreetly and watch the sunset to our left as we faced north
watching the sky slowly turn dark. Then came the long hike back to the
campground.


Back in the tent Patrick turned on the portable radio, we scanned the dial
checking out all the radio stations from California and Phoenix you can't
hear in Chicago. He was the first asleep, then me.


The next morning we were up early.


We were up early, with the dawn. Well almost with the dawn. You can't see
it in the thick pine forest that the campgrounds is located right in the
middle of. But we were up before most of our neighbors. We walked to the
bathroom which was about a two minute walk from the tent.


There was old old guy up shaving at the sink, the rest of the place was
empty and clean. We risked it by getting into a single shower stall
together to wash each other off which at home would only end with dual
boners and subsequent orgasms, but this time we behaved. The old guy at the
sink gave us the hairy eyeball when we got out of the shower together and
walked out the door. Bastard! At least he never said anything.


Back at our site we counted, three days left till we left for home. We
cooked breakfast, a re-run really, eggs, sausage, and oatmeal. We needed to
get to the camp store again today for ice and supplies since our ice chest
was the limiting factor for anything not from a can. We had two soft sided
collapsible ice chests, that's it for fresh food and wine storage. We ate
lunch out every day while we explored the canyon park on foot.


Patrick seemed content to sit at one of the solid rock ledges and watch the
little skinny China boys that seemed to never stop walking by us. They all
seemed to be hetero. I suggested they were mostly from Korea and Japan, not
China, but I'm sure they were all well represented. We watched but never
saw an obviously gay Asian couple.


Sitting at Yavapai Point is sort of a Zen thing. The view is incredible. A
mile down to the river where we were last week, and ten miles across to the
tiny sliver of green and tan which was the main building at the north rim
park, straight north of us. We watched the helicopters come and go and an
occasional eagle or California Condor soar above the canyon searching for a
quick meal. We were content to sit and stare without talking much and
occasionally getting up to pee or stretch. Our minds got quieter, more and
more at peace, which is why we picked this place to vacation.


We shot maybe 800 photos and about ten hours of video. Okay, I know, that's
a bit excessive, but this was intended to be our one and only trip here. A
trip to remember forever.


We hiked back to our campsite for dinner. That night we got ourselves some
bread, canned tuna, lettuce, and swiped a bunch of packets of mayo and
mustard from the restaurant to make sandwiches and a salad each. Patrick
boiled an egg for the salad while I diced part of an onion. While we were
sitting at the picnic table eating he grabbed my groin and started to rub
my limp dick, why this suddenly became necessary I have no idea.


Just to make myself comfortable, I left the table after eating two bites of
my sandwich, went to the tent to drop my jeans and get on a pair of gym
shorts. Back at the table he went after my dick again. I pulled it up to
stand with the head along side my belly button, I was starting to ooze
pre-cum. He worked me a bit more then took a plastic spoon and milked some
pre-cum from my dick and carefully spread it on the top of his sandwich
then went right back to eating while I watched briefly never saying
anything.


That night we didn't lay on the table, we went right to our tent and gave
each other oral sex until we both came twice. Around 11pm we went to the
showers then back home to bed. That night he started to fuck me but fell
asleep inside me and later slipped out all limp and gooey.


The next morning we took the bus to Mather Point and hung there instead of
Yavapai.


This was our last full day here so we spent the entire afternoon at the
campsite having seen enough of the canyon for a lifetime, not to mention
all the photos and video too.


We planned one final feast and a night of fucking too.


We made one final trip to the camp-store to get one huge ribeye, corn on
the cob, lettuce, peas, and a wine cask. The steak was cooked over the fire
on two marshmallow rods, slowly over the coals. The corn cobs were broke in
half and boiled along with the peas. Then we had a salad with cheap bottled
dressing since the camp store isn't big on choice and we didn't have the
space for much more than that.


We ate the wonderful steak and our corn and peas then finished the wine.


I could tell Patrick had something on his mind. After eating we walked to
the bathroom to pee and wash the dishes in the sink outside the
building. We carried the stuff back and put it away, set up our camp chairs
by the fire then stoaked the fire adding more chunks of wood we got at the
store.


About 30 minutes later across the road from our site we heard yelling and
loud voices. Due to the distance it was hard to make out the voices then
Patrick said, "Sounds like drunk Germans arguing about something to do with
money."


We sat there watching and listening. Then there was a police looking car
with lights on the roof then another. We saw one bloodied guy get stuffed
into the police car in handcuffs, then another. We tried not to laugh but
it was also sort of sad.


Not too long after the show across the street the sky was dark and the
campground seemed to buzz with activity with lots of people walking dogs on
leashes, families walking by holding hands, babies crying, dogs barking,
helicopters flying overhead and cars, trucks and campers coming and
going. We sat there watching the show.


By 10pm we had moved our chairs together and were holding hands watching
the fire get smaller and smaller. I put the last of our firewood in the
ring soon after that. We could buy breakfast after we were packed in the
morning.


Around 11pm Patrick got on his knees between my legs. With his arms over my
thighs he spent the next half hour sucking my boner and rubbing his face
all over my crotch. It gets hard to hold a dick in your mouth keeping your
teeth out of the way so one needs to take a break to rest his face/jaw
muscles so he would just press his face into my dick keeping it by his
lips, nose, and eyes. My balls by his chin and the head of my dick on his
forehead while he rested. We changed positions and I worked his until
midnight arrived.


We went to the tent into sixty nine position and came in each others
mouths. We shared a can of 7-Up then went back to work on our dicks again
and cum again into each other then shared another can of pop. Exhausted and
tired we fell asleep spooning on top of our bags.


Next morning we took a shower, saw the same old man in the bathroom but
this time we pretended not to even see him, which only served to make him
look angrier.


By 8am our camp gear was collapsed and stuffed back into the trunk. We
carried it to the street then pulled it on it's wheels to the campground
check-in station where the tour bus was waiting and loading up lots of
other campers, all of whom looked tired, dirty, and glad to be going
home. Around 2pm we were at the airport in Phoenix. By 7pm we were back in
O'Hare walking for the L station with the trunk being a stretch of the
rules but nobody said anything. By 9pm we were approaching the Foster
Street L station where we rolled the trunk off, carried it down the stairs
to the sidewalk and took the sidewalk to our apartment near the corner of
Foster and Orrington in Evanston.


It felt great to take the elevator to the 3rd floor and walk down our
hallway to our secured apartment door with a stack of junk flyers and phone
books laying by our door. Patrick bagged up all the phone books for the
trash, we keep all the restaurant flyers, scan them and throw away the
originals. Pat mumbled as he was scanning them that it frustrated him to
see how many restaurants did not have web pages where people could get all
this info without killing trees or creating tons of landfill.


We separated our camp-gear into stuff to put into storage and stuff to
clean and store and stuff to replace, like our sleeping bags were pretty
much destroyed from all the sand and dirt. We pitched our camp pots and
pans and showering stuff too. The tent needed a trip to the car wash then
to storage. The trunk sat in the living room for a week before we had all
the stuff cleaned and stored again.


That night we showered together and went to bed. He had to be at work
tomorrow afternoon. I still had another week off!


Patrick came to bed like me, nude. He slowly laid on my back with his boner
pressed between him and my back. I could feel his hardness. He laid there
for a time with his head turned sideways, his face resting near my neck,
then turned his head rubbing his lips and mouth on the back of my neck. I
could feel his warm breath on my back. His body was smashed into mine.


P: "I gotta tell you something Brad."


B: "Sure hon." I said wondering if something serious may follow.


P: "It's been a while but I wanted you to know I love you very much."


The side of my face was pressed into the mattress since he was laying on
top of me. I had a hard time speaking clearly. I struggled to get turned
over onto my back without pushing him off the bed or making him think I
didn't want him on top of me. It took a while but we moved around so I was
on my back and he was laying on my front side, our dicks smashed together.


He had his arms along side mine with his hands over my shoulders, my hands
were around him holding his back and the back of his neck, he lifted up so
we were almost nose to nose looking into each others eyes.


He said it again, "Bradley, I love you very much, thanks for rescuing me."


B: "Patrick, I love you too, very much. Thank you for spending your
vacation time with me. I had a great time and I appreciate how you have
improved my life, you're welcome. I love you too."


His eyes got teary, a drop fell from his nose onto my face. Then we sucked
face like lovers, eyes closed barely mumbling purrs into each others
mouths.


Our kiss seemed very passionate this time, less physical energy, more
emotion.


I felt his tongue enter my lips, pass my teeth, meet the tip of my tongue
then sort of slide over the top then move underneath it. He curled the tip
of his tongue up to touch the backs of my front teeth then back to my
tongue. I pressed mine into his tongue and closed my lips around his tongue
and sucked it like his tongue was a small dick. Then I stuck out my tongue
and let him suck it with his lips too, then we pressed our aligned lips
back together and pressed tongues together moving our heads slightly. I
felt Patrick press down a little harder and another tear drop from his face
onto mine.


I pulled his face away from mine to put my mouth at his ear and whispered,
"Make love to me please Patrick."


He lifted his head to look me in the eye. My expression was one of longing
and need. He saw and climbed off the bed taking his wonderful boner with
him leaving a thin string of pre-cum from my tummy to the tip of his dick
in the process. I stared in amazement as it broke and disappeared in the
dim bedroom light.


In a flash he was lubed and climbing back on the bed as I lifted my knees
to my ears and reached down to spread wide making a safe pathway for him to
penetrate me.


I really get turned-on when Patrick mounts me from above. He places his
hands beside my ribs on the mattress and lifts up like push-up position. In
that moment his chest muscles tighten showing all his manly shape but it
also makes his nipples flush fully and become briefly huge and tall and
pointy. Then the muscles change tightness as he rocks forward and back
moving his rock hard dick in and out.


There is also the sensation of being screwed by a macho muscle guy. Knowing
all his inner being is focused on his dick in that moment, it feels as if
he is infusing me with energy as he rams his dick in hard bottoming out his
hips into my butt cheeks rocking me up and down on the bed a few
inches. Again and again he rams his cock into me and I watch as the
expression on his face changes from pleasure to intense pleasure with each
push. His eyes are usually closed.


Then he gets close to orgasm. Patrick makes these funny mouth gestures into
almost one of being in pain. His eyebrows lower and the space over his nose
wrinkles up, he turns his head slightly to the side and he sucks in his own
lower lip to suck on it. I think he does this to prevent himself from
screaming in ecstasy. Sometimes he drools slightly.


Then he shoves it in really hard the last two times and becomes still as I
feel his dick muscles twitch as his entire body is literally jolted with
the electricity of a very intense orgasm. Jolt after jolt he shakes his
body as he pumps ounces of semen inside me infusing me with his DNA and his
power, his essence.


Lastly comes his love.


His face goes straight then I close my eyes so he doesn't know I like to
watch him fuck me. I tilt my chin down to watch his chest muscles and those
grade-A nipples as he slowly melts on top of me, briefly without energy in
a post orgasmic drought.


Then comes a kiss during which you can tell he really means it when he says
he loves me. No kiss he gives me can ever match those he gives me just
after he comes.


I slide my hands up and down his back, he is moist with sweat. You can
smell his body.


Minutes later his dick slips from me, then Patrick gets up to clean himself
and return with a paper towel to clean him off me, which is sure to start
leaking out soon after he pulls out.


I stand by the bed holding my cheeks apart while he is on his knees behind
me cleaning up his seed. He often lays a few tiny kisses in my butt cheeks.


I lean him over the side of the bed, his feet in the floor, his hands on
the mattress, his waist bent fully over. I slipped my lubed boner inside
him and pounded him from behind right there and then. It didn't take long,
maybe two minutes and I shot my seed inside him, then cleaned him up. We
went to bed and spooned that night and the next two nights.




I am really in love with Patrick, wish we could make it official. Maybe
someday we will.




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