Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2015 02:21:21 -0500
From: Pony Boy1984 <ponyboy1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: Patrick's Awakening

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Patrick's Awakening

By PonyBoy1984


Patrick flopped himself on the dilapidated back steps of his parents'
duplex as he watched the older boys play basketball. The sound of the
basketball striking the metallic rim sent a loud clang echoing across the
housing development and bouncing through the narrow alleyways between the
individual duplexes. Missed shots were punctuated with the sound of angry
teenage cussing, while successful shots were met with applause and the
excited squeal of adolescent female onlookers. He reached down and pulled
the loose chips of pale blue paint from the steps, revealing the splintered
wood underneath.


Bored with the game, Patrick looked around the dingy brick facades of the
neighboring buildings and imaged what was going on behind those cracked and
boarded up windows around him and wondered whether he'd spend the rest of
his life here. He looked back at the door, and glanced at dirty plastic
crucifix affixed to the door and wondered whether Jesus really listened and
watched him as his mom always warned. "It doesn't really matter, I think
God pays about as much attention to me as dad," Patrick thought to himself.


He stood up and tried futilely pull up the faded, ripped blue jeans that
were hanging low on his waist. As soon as he pulled them up, they slipped
back just below the waistband of his underwear again. While he actually
liked how it made him look, he knew that showing off his slender, smooth
thighs would earn him a quick cuff off the side of his head by his mom. "If
they wanted these to fit, maybe they shouldn't give me clothes that are two
sizes too big," he muttered under his breath.  While he did miss his older
brother since he went off to Louisiana to work on an offshore rig, he
resented being stuck with his old clothes. "Sure, they bought him all the
brand new stuff and I get the hand-me-downs," he said with a sigh.


Patrick swept the long, curly locks of dirty blond hair from his eyes and
looked around the back yard and began bouncing a ball off the side of the
house. This earned him a quick rebuke from his mother, who stuck her head
out the kitchen window and shouted, "Play with that somewhere else!"


"Sorry, mom," Patrick said, as he walked around to the front as he bounced
the ball off the cracked pavement between his legs.


"Hey squirt, there you are!" a familiar voice called out to him.


Patrick didn't need to look up before the smile crossed his face. "Hey
Alex, what are you doing here?" he asked the young man.


Alex swiped the ball away from Patrick mid-bounce, forcing the boy to
jostle with him to retrieve it. "I just thought I'd come to torment you,"
Alex teased.

"Oh, so the usual," Patrick quipped.


Alex tossed the ball back and smiled. "Nah, I just came by to see if you
wanted to take in the Bruins game this weekend," he said.


Patrick's green eyes sparkled at the invitation, "Wicked! Yea, I would love
to!" He paused for a moment, then looked back at the house and sighed, "If
my parents will let me."


"Don't mention me, we'll just say that Melissa bought them. It wouldn't be
the first time the two of you had gone, and besides, to be honest, this was
her suggestion," Alex said.


Patrick grinned mischievously at the suggestion and wasn't above a little
subterfuge, so long as there was some semblance of honest to goodness truth
to it. If anything, Patrick knew he could always count on his sister to
watch his back, even if nobody else would.


"Oh, and before I forget. You're sister wanted to invite you over to dinner
tomorrow, so maybe we could make a weekend of it. She is making a lasagna
and she knows it's your favorite.  She'll call your mom tonight and ask
herself, but she wanted to make sure it was alright with you first," Alex
added.

"Well, duh," Patrick replied, earning him a playful punch to his shoulder.
Patrick made an effort to fight back, but Alex towered nearly two feet over
him and was fairly muscular. Alex would make him work up a sweat in their
tussle, but it always made him feel good. He wished his parents weren't so
disapproving of Alex, because then he could come around more often.


"I better get going, your dad is going to be home soon," Alex said.


Patrick tried to mask his disappointment and forced a smile to his face.
Sensing the boy's disappointment, Alex smiled and gave him another playful
shove. "We'll see you tomorrow. We'll probably watch a movie or something
too. We'll have fun..." Alex assured him.


"Alright, see you tomorrow," Patrick replied, as Alex quickly disappeared
between the rows of houses, hoping to avoid running into either of
Patrick's parents. Patrick never understood the animosity between his
parents and Alex. He knew they didn't approve of Alex being a Methodist,
but he mainly suspected they didn't like the idea that he might knock up
his sister before they got married. He didn't know what would happen if she
ever did get pregnant, and the thought made him shudder. It's bad enough he
never heard from his older brother anymore, he didn't know if he could
handle losing his sister, too.


It wasn't long before his dad's blue Toyota Corolla came rumbling down the
road, and the shrill voice of his mom summoned him back inside to get
cleaned up for dinner. "Make sure you wash your hands. Cleanliness is next
to Godliness," his mom intoned as he walked by.


"Yes, mom," Patrick sighed.


"Don't take that tone with me!" she exclaimed.


"Sorry, mom," Patrick said robotically. It was virtually the same thing
every night.  After getting cleaned up, Patrick whispered under his breath,
"Did you get homework today, Patrick?"


As soon as he turned the corner to enter the living room, his mother called
out from the kitchen. "Did you get homework today?"


"Yes mom, I got English homework and some math problems to do," Patrick
said, shaking his head at his mother's predictability.  His dad came in
through the front door, and as usual nodded in Patrick's direction, before
carefully stowing his coat and sifting through the mail. The large man
grunted in protest with each bill, grumbling to himself before looking over
at Patrick.


"What is it boy?" he asked.


"Nothing Dad, just glad to see you," the boy replied.


The man shrugged his shoulders and grunted something that vaguely sounded
approving while he returned to obsessing over the mail. Patrick slumped his
shoulders and wandered into his bedroom and waited to be called for dinner.


After saying grace, the family set about eating dinner. His father spent
most of the time complaining about work, while his mother gossiped about
the neighbors and her fellow parish volunteers. Outside being asked how the
school day went, Patrick was left out of the conversation and just silently
drifted back to his room to work on his homework.


Patrick hated not having a door for his bedroom, he longed for privacy but
his parents forbade it saying it led to sinful behavior and there was
nothing a boy should be doing that he wouldn't do in front of his
parents. He could understand if he was a little kid, but he'd be turning
twelve in a few months. So, he would turn his chair away from the door and
just pretend he was alone and not even God himself would castigate him for
the slightest innocent indiscretion such as scratching himself.

Come about 8:30pm, his mom would come in to have him commence saying his
nightly prayers. While his mom didn't watch him per se, he could hear the
creaking of the floorboards out in the hall to indicate that she carefully
remained in the hall to check the content and sincerity of his prayers. He
pulled his jersey off and let the jeans sink to the floor, before kicking
them off to the far side of the room. He sank to his knees in his underwear
and closed his eyes. Something about this always caused a little stirring
in his underwear. The few times he tried to explore those feelings, he
found himself being slapped by one of his parents. So Patrick just ignored
the odd sensations and closed his eyes, cupping his hands together in
prayer. He didn't really understand why God needed to hear him, since he
was God and knew what he thought anyways. So instead he tailored his
prayers to please his parents, while offering sincere wishes for protection
for his older brother and sister.

After putting on his pajamas and bidding his parents goodnight, Patrick
climbed into bed and flicked off the light. While he was drifting off to
sleep, he heard the phone ring and suspected it was his sister calling
about dinner tomorrow. He strained to hear the conversation, and smiled to
himself when he heard his mom respond affirmatively.


Breakfast the next morning wasn't that much different than dinner. However,
Patrick felt a little more elated at the prospect of spending time with his
sister and Alex. As his dad rambled about work, his mother flipped through
the newspaper and ruminated on the sinful nature of the world. Patrick just
tuned them out, concentrating on the cereal that was disappearing into his
mouth. "Patrick, your sister invited you to dinner tonight. She said she
got two tickets to the Bruins game tomorrow night and suggested you spend
the night," his mom said.


 "Oh, that's really nice. Can I go please?" Patrick asked, biting his lower
lip to hide his elation. His father raised an eyebrow and cast a glance
over at the boy, before returning his attention to the coffee in his hand.


"I don't know Patrick. You know I don't like your sister living alone in
that neighborhood. She hardly even goes to church anymore and she's still
seeing that boy. I don't know, it's up to your father," she replied.


Patrick looked expectantly over at his father, holding his breath. The man
hardly looked up from his coffee, before shrugging indifferently to the
query. "Will you get all your homework finished?" he finally asked.


"Yes Dad, I promise!" Patrick replied.


"Well, we could use a little quiet around here I guess," his dad replied
without the hint of a smile.


Patrick's heart sank a little, although he'd become accustomed to this kind
of response from his father. "Thank you, Dad," Patrick said.


"I want you to come straight home to get started on your homework,"
Patrick's mother instructed.


"Yes, Mom. Thank you, Dad," Patrick said, quickly excusing himself from the
table. He walked back into his room and sat down on his bed, fighting back
the tears. He couldn't help but feel that nobody wanted him around. But he
couldn't think about that now, at least he had the weekend to look forward
to. So, he stuffed his school books and assignments into his red knapsack
and slung it over his back and headed off to school with little more than a
quick nod from his parents.


After suffering the tedium of the school day, and the indignities of being
as invisible in the classroom as he was at home, Patrick raced for home and
threw himself into his assignments.  He wasn't going to risk giving his mom
any excuse to rescind his permission to go. Once he completed a couple
assignments, he carefully sorted through his limited selection of clothing.
He picked out a tank top that was two sizes too small for him, which showed
off his smooth, slender thighs. The jeans barely clung to his waist, even
with a belt. However, Alex had complimented this look once before and
Patrick craved Alex's approval more than anyone outside his sister
perhaps. He stuffed some spare underpants into his knapsack than scampered
out of the house before his mother could inspect him.


Patrick unchained his bike underneath the back deck, and began pedaling
uptown toward the community college. Happy to put his home and the housing
development behind him, he weaved between the potholes and pedestrians who
had their faces glued to their smart phones and paid him little mind.


At Melissa's apartment, Patrick's sister was lying back against Alex's
body, wearing nothing but her bra and a pair of pink panties.  Alex ran his
hands behind her, and liberated her from the bra before gently massaging
her breasts and kissing the back of her neck. She sighed slightly, "Patrick
will be here soon."


"That's OK, we still have plenty of time," he whispered into her ear. She
could feel him hardening against the small of her back, and she couldn't
deny the wetness between her own legs. As his fingers drifted down her
thighs to slowly lower her panties, she reached out and gently stopped his
motion. "Alex, you know I just can't go that far," she said apologetically.
It wasn't that she was averse to making love to Alex, but the ramifications
with her parents were more than she could bare.

She climbed off the sofa, leaving a frustrated Alex looking up at her. "I'm
sorry, I just can't do this right now. I need to think," she said.


"I know, it's alright. I understand..." Alex said, though his arousal was
palpable, as he stood up. Melissa walked over to him and kissed him on the
lips, her fingers drifting close to the bulge protruding from his red
boxers. Before anything else could transpire, her cellphone rang.


After a quick conversation, she announced that she needed to head over to
the college for a couple hours and placed Alex in charge of entertaining
Patrick, while the lasagna banked in the oven. She threw on her clothing
and quickly disappeared, leaving a sexually frustrated Alex sitting on the
sofa.


Alex leaned back and lowered his boxers, and began to stroke his
cock. Before he could climax, he could hear the sound of footsteps climbing
up the stairs. Alex sighed in further frustration, quickly pulling his
boxers back up. He managed to climb into his jeans, but didn't bother to
button and zip himself back up by the time he opened the door, letting the
boy inside.


"Hey Alex, I...uh..." Patrick said in a stutter. He'd never seen Alex with
his shirt off before and he was momentarily captivated by the young man's
muscular pectorals and a perfectly toned stomach and abdomen. His chest was
mostly smooth except the hair under his arms, and a slender trail of hair
that ran from his belly button down to his bulging jeans that we're hanging
open.


"Come on in, it's good to see you," Alex said, ushering the boy inside
quickly. "I'm afraid it's just us guys for now. You're sister had to go out
for a while, she'll be back later."


 Patrick was now more fixated on the bulge hanging out of Alex's jeans, but
forced himself to look away. "Hey, is that the lasagna I smell?"

Alex laughed, "Yup, it should be done in a couple hours. Why don't you sit
down with me?" Alex guided a confused Patrick toward the sofa. "You seem to
be a little sweaty Patrick."


Patrick nodded, "Yea, I rode my bike over. It's pretty warm today."


Alex looked down at Patrick and couldn't help but notice how similar the
boy's creamy, smooth pale thighs were like his sister's. He stared into his
eyes and noticed they we're sparkling green like Melissa's as well. Alex
reached down and pulled Patrick's shirt up and over his head. "There, that
should help you cool down." Alex reached out and ran his fingers through
Patrick's hair. It was a little damp, but it still felt soft like
silk. While the boy's hair wasn't quite shoulder length like his older
sister, it was getting damn close.  The stray thought crossed his mind that
he found the boy's hair as sexy as he did on Melissa. He ran his hand down
the boy's chest, and relished the warmth and smoothness of his skin.


"Alex?" Patrick asked hesitantly. He didn't want Alex to stop touching him,
as it made him feel warm and tingly on the inside. "How long will my sister
be out?"

Before answering, Alex placed his hand on the boy's knee. His bony knee was
protruding from a rip in the jeans. He noticed the distinct little bump
that formed in the boy's jeans, which seemed to grow with every touch and
stroke. "She's going to be gone for a couple hours," he responded. Alex
stopped for a moment, his cock straining to escape his boxers. The more he
stared down at the boy, the more his thoughts began to race.


"Patrick, can I tell you a secret?" Alex asked.


The eleven-year-old nodded solemnly, and crossed his heart. "You can tell
me anything Alex."


Alex kneeled in front of Patrick, and looked him into the face. "I got your
sister pregnant. And she went to go take care of it."

"What do you mean take care of it?" Patrick said, wide-eyed in disbelief.


"I think you know what that means Patrick," Alex responded.


Patrick gasped, "You mean she went to have an abortion? You can't ever let
my mom or dad know!"


"I know. But if you can keep a secret, then so can I. We won't even discuss
anything with your sister," Alex said, brushing Patrick's flushed face
gently.

Patrick felt increasingly confused at these revelations, and even more
flummoxed by the young man's gentle caresses that caused the forbidden
stirrings between his legs.  The boy didn't know what to say, as Alex
reached over and unbuckled his belt, then unsnapped his jeans and pulled
them down. "Here, doesn't that feel better?" Alex asked, as the boy's jeans
fell around his ankles.


Patrick moaned softly as Alex massaged his lump, which inflated further at
the touch. Alex leaned into the boy's smooth body and placed his lips
against Patrick's. The motion was so fast, the boy didn't have a chance to
respond. However, as Alex's hot, wet tongue pushed against his lips, he
instinctively opened his mouth and allowed the young man's tongue into his
own mouth. All he could do was whimper and moan, as Alex's body heat
enveloped his own shuddering frame. His mom and dad occasionally offered a
peck on his forehead, but he never experienced anything like this. He
didn't understand why Alex kissed him like this, but it prompted a sense of
elation he couldn't explain.


Alex stood up, and let his own jeans slip down to his ankles. He pulled off
the boy's sneakers and tossed the jeans off to the side. Patrick just
stared up at him dumbfounded, and yet captivated by the huge lump in Alex's
red boxers. He spread Patrick's slender legs apart and stood between
them. He took Patrick's left hand and placed it on his crotch, allowing the
boy to feel the intense heat and throbbing behind the thin veil of
fabric. The young man then pulled down the boxers, finally liberating his
hard six and half inch cock.


"Wow, it's huge!" Patrick whispered in awe. The boy looked at the nest of
pubic hair, before spotting the bead of glistening precum emerging from
Alex's slit. Alex reached down and pulled Patrick's tighty whiteys down
before he could protest. They both stared down at the boy's hairless two
and half inch cock which was fully erect. Alex leaned in and rubbed his
cock against the boy's leaving a slender trail of precum around the
tip. "Oh, Alex...I..." The boy stuttered, unable to express the intense
feelings welling between his legs, or articulate the confusion he was
experiencing.


Alex leaned all the way against Patrick and began deeply kissing him,
grinding his thick cock against Patrick causing the boy to moan. After a
few minutes of kissing, Alex ran his tongue down the boy's smooth chest. He
licked and sucked on Patrick's hardening pink nipples, and couldn't help
but think they tasted even better than his sister's. He didn't even mind
the streaks of dirt running down Patrick's neck and chest. He thought
somehow it made the boy even sexier in a strange way. He nibbled and sucked
just below the boy's left ear lobe, and began massaging his smooth
balls. All Patrick could do was gasp and moan softly, unsure what to say,
or whether he should say anything at all.


Patrick moaned loudly when Alex's tongue swirled around his little
cockhead, licking and sucking away the young man's own precum before
swallowing the entire shaft. "Oh my God, Alex!" Patrick exclaimed as the
young man begun to suck him. After a couple moments of this attention, Alex
stood up straight and thrust his cock toward Patrick's mouth. He put his
hand behind Patrick's head and pushed the boy forward, until the tip of his
dripping cock was rubbing against the boy's warm lips. Patrick would
protest this move, but in trying to open his mouth, Alex pushed him forward
and quickly impaled the length of his cock into Patrick's young mouth.

Patrick's thoughts went from surprise, to momentary disgust to something
less describable. He couldn't help but think that the precum dripping on to
his thumb tasted pleasant. The feeling of the fleshy throbbing cock felt
natural in his mouth, like it somehow belonged there in a strange way. He
had to fight a gag reflex as the tip of Alex's cock reached the edge of his
throat, and yet part of him did not want Alex to stop. He put his left hand
against Alex's slightly hairy leg, which prompted the young man to push
into the boy's throat. He arched his back and moaned Patrick's name, and
complimented on how good he was doing. He briefly pulled from Patrick's
mouth when the boy had trouble managing his breathing and gag reflex. "Just
relax and breathe through your nose," he instructed the boy.


Despite his confusion, the feelings of pleasure coursing through his body
and the pride at Alex's compliments pushed him to please his older
friend. He could feel the heat building inside Alex's shaft, and felt his
already swollen balls pushing against his nose. Alex pulled out, kneeling
back down to pleasure the boy further. Only this time, he pushed a finger
underneath Patrick and began teasing the boy's tight hole as he sucked his
skinny cock. He managed to work a finger about knuckle deep, causing
Patrick's voice to wobble between pleasure and slight discomfort.


Alex put his hands against Patrick's thighs and turned him around, so that
he could feel and kiss the boy's perfect mounds. He slid his tongue down
that crack, before forcing it inside the hole. He had always wanted to do
this to Melissa, but somehow her little brother just seemed to be so
perfect. His perfectly smooth bubble butt and tight hole seemed to quiver
as his hot tongue pushed its way inside.


All Patrick could do was babble incoherently, as Alex reached around him
and stroked his cock as he fucked him with his tongue. Alex stood up and
took the boy by his hand, and led him around to the kitchen and told him to
stand up straight. "You're as beautiful and sexy as your sister. Did you
know that?" Alex asked.

Patrick shook his head, but he couldn't stop himself from beaming
proudly. "Really?" he stuttered in shock.


Alex didn't respond, instead he placed his hands on Patrick's shoulders and
pushed the boy down to his knees. Patrick understood what was expected, so
he wrapped his lips around the tip of Alex's cock and tasted the young
man's precum and moaned. This caused Alex to grin, "Stroke yourself while
you suck me," Alex ordered.

Patrick spread his legs and used his right hand to stroke his little cock,
while he used his right hand to massage Alex's balls as the cock slid back
into his throat. Patrick moaned louder, which earned another compliment
from Alex on how sexy his high-pitched boy moans sounded. Alex pulled out
of Patrick's mouth and took some vegetable oil off the counter and oiled a
couple fingers. He then kneeled in front of Patrick and took the boy's cock
and small balls into his mouth and began sucking again. He took his
lubricated fingers and began working on the boy's tight hole again. He
started with one finger until it slid in and out smoothly, before
introducing the second finger. He paused briefly when Patrick expressed
some discomfort, gradually worked in the second finger.


Alex couldn't hold back his own need any longer. He stood up and turned the
boy around, and bent him over the kitchen counter. He spread the boy's legs
apart and lubricated both his own cock and Patrick's with the oil. Patrick
didn't understand what was happening until he felt the hot tip of Alex's
cock pushing against his virgin rosebud. He cupped his left hand around
Patrick's mouth and reached around with his right hand to wrap his
lubricated hand around Patrick's cock and began running them back and
forth. His lust compelled him to push the tip of his cock past the boy's
stubborn sphincter. Patrick stiffened in shock and a little pain, but Alex
used his body weight to keep Patrick in place. "Just relax, push out a
little," Alex whispered into his ear.


Patrick was a little scared, and in some pain. Yet, part of him relished
the feel of Alex's throbbing cock inside him. Conflicting sensations of
pain and pleasure emanated from his ass, to his cock and seemed to resonate
in his brain like a church bell. And in spite of his conflicted thoughts
and feelings, he found himself pushing back into Alex's thrusts as if by
some primal instinct or need that he had little control over. As he grew
used to the Alex being inside him, he managed to relax and allow the
mounting waves of pleasure begin to overtake all his remaining senses. Alex
moved his hand to Patrick's forehead and whispered, "Are you alright? Do
you need me to stop?"


Patrick did little more than whimper, "No, don't stop now."


"You're so wonderful, like your sister. I can't help but want to fuck you
so hard," Alex confessed, as he leaned down to kiss Patrick on the back of
the neck.


At this point, Patrick knew he was committing all kinds of sins, but he
really didn't care. He had never felt so close to another human being and
all though this was so sudden and confusing, his body demanded more. "Do
it! Fuck me hard like you do Melissa," Patrick moaned. Alex immediately
began bucking into the boy hard, pressing him against the granite kitchen
counter-top, sending a little shot of pain from the ribs and ass. Yet, Alex
tightened his oily grip on Patrick's cock, further intensifying the
pleasure as well. Patrick could feel the heat intensify inside and all
around him. As he adjusted, once again he felt only pleasure and need. His
muscles began to involuntarily tighten and tense as something began
building inside him. He could only equate the sensation to an avalanche
that was beginning to rumble down a mountainside. Only this was the
paradise his parents always promised him, that shining moment of ecstasy
that slowed down the hands of time. He figured Alex must feel it too,
because he began driving into him harder as the both of them moaned loudly.


Alex plowed into him a few more times, before his grip tightened on the boy
and his cock began spurting jets of hot semen deep inside Patrick, before
he pulled out and coated his back and ass cheeks. Patrick had crested into
his very first orgasm when that first spurt coated his insides. He never
imagined something could feel so wonderful and intense.  "Oh, Alex!"
Patrick said, as his slender body began to tremble intensely. Alex drew
Patrick and held him tightly until the boy's trembling gradually subsided.


"I love you as much as Melissa," Alex whispered into Patrick's ear.


"I love you, too," Patrick said, as he turned back to stare into Alex's
soft blue eyes. After a moment of silence, Patrick asked whether Alex would
ever do this again to him.


Alex kneeled in front of Patrick and turned him around, "Would you want me
to?"


Patrick nodded his head earnestly, "Yes, I like how it made me feel
inside. It stung a little, but I want to feel that way again. I want to
feel that way with you."

Alex smiled and kissed Patrick on the lips and promised that they would
share this closeness again, so long as Patrick wanted it too. He scooped up
Patrick and carried him into the shower, where the two explored one
another. The pair got dressed and sat down to watch a video, with Patrick
sitting between Alex's legs, using the young man's upper torso to rest his
weary head.  Patrick's Sister Melissa arrived about an hour later, and
greeted the both of them with a smile. "Well, you two looks quite pleased
with yourselves," she said with a grin.


Patrick gave Alex a sheepish grin, "Yea...it was a good movie. Are you
alright?" He asked hesitantly.


"Of course silly, I'm feeling great. And hey, I got my two favorite guys
over," she said, as she pulled out the lasagna out of the oven to cool,
before stepping over to Patrick. She leaned down and gave Patrick a kiss on
the forehead, and Alex a kiss on the lips. "Well, I have a feeling we're
going to have a fun weekend!" she declared.


Patrick looked back at Alex and smiled. "Yeah, I think it's going to be an
awesome weekend." Alex grinned back and gave Patrick a discrete kiss in the
back of the neck and agreed with him. And for the first time in his life,
Patrick no longer felt alone.