Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2010 14:46:30 -0500
From: vlad 885 <vlad885@hotmail.com>
Subject: gay male / beginnings / my young boyfriend / 6

Sam woke to a nice warm feeling, as he lay on his back.  Pat was slowly
teasing the head of Sam's cock with his tongue; the boy's head was resting
on Sam's belly, with his back curved around.  Sam gently touched the soft
back, and then ran his fingers through Pat's soft, dirty-blond hair.

"That's a nice way to wake up," Sam commented.

Pat's response was to take the top quarter of Sam's penis into his mouth,
as he sucked in earnest.

"You really like playing with that thing," Sam commented.

"It was mostly hard, already, when I woke up," Pat explained, as he rolled
over to face Sam, with a large body roll, twisting his legs in the air to
lie opposite to the way he was.  Sam looked down his chest at the lightly
freckled face, and felt contentment in the brown eyes that stared back at
him.

Sam was content, as well, with their third `sleep over', as the boy
insisted on calling them.  The first had seemed more like a sexual
collision of discovered sensations, and the realization of an impossible
dream, to have a nineteen year old in his bed.

"I don't think I've got another load for you," Sam advised, thinking back
to the suck-a-thon last night.

"I bet I do," Patrick noted, with a broad smile.

Patrick had become rather insatiable, once he knew how much he liked being
sucked. In fact, he wanted it so often that it was almost to the point of
being demanding, a problem Sam never thought he'd have to deal with. It was
a small price to pay for having Pat in his bed, and the kid was a trooper
when it came to reciprocating.  Sam certainly had less loads to give, but
it required more work on Pat's part to get them.  He was able to take
almost half the cock into his mouth, in a cacophony of slurping and
gagging, followed by the eventual urgent swallowing. Pat did get tired, and
usually had to use his hand to stroke the base of the large cock, in order
to get the job done, but it was all a wonderful feeling for Sam,
regardless.

Sam rolled over onto his side, as they both took a diagonal position on the
bed, in opposite directions; it was a comfortable position for their
sixty-nine.  Pat's moaning started almost immediately, as the experienced
man worked on the young cock.  The vibrations were pleasant for Sam, as the
young mouth worked on his cock, too, even though a release was
unlikely. Sam slowed his progress after a few minutes of aggressive
sucking, to try and prolong Pat's pleasure.  Sam liked the fact that Pat
vocalized his feelings; he found that some of his previous partners were
far too quiet during sex.  Pat, however, had no endurance, and filled Sam's
mouth with warm cum, as he thrust his hips instinctively, as best he could
from a lying position.

"So, guess that means you're actually gay," Sam joked, as Pat rolled onto
his back to free his sensitive cock from Sam's mouth.

"I don't know," Pat replied, as he jerked from Sam's gentle touch on his
balls.

"You don't know?" Sam replied, at the unusual response.  The kid couldn't
get enough of having his dick sucked, and had no issue with forcing a man's
penis into his mouth. How could he not be gay?

"I don't act gay, and I don't talk gay; neither do you," Pat mused.

"Ah, you're a homosexual, but not gay, queer, whatever," Sam considered.

Patrick nodded his agreement. He liked having sex with Sam very much, and
appreciated his friendship even more. The idea that he might someday grow
out of it, and marry a woman, was out of the question; but he also didn't
see himself as part of the gay community.

"Truth is, Pat, most gay guys are like us, which I suspect is why most
people don't realize how large the gay population is.  TV shows tend to
show just one type of gay person - a campy, high pitched, effeminate
character.  We'll go downtown sometime and you can see for yourself that
there are lots of people like us; but I'm going to have to beat them off
you with a stick when they see how cute you are," Sam explained.

Pat blushed at the suggestion that he was cute; he knew Sam liked him, but
he didn't like to be complimented when, in his mind, Sam was the attractive
one.

"I got you something," Sam said, to change the subject.

"What?" Pat wondered, as the man reached over to the night table.

"A vibrator!" Sam announced with fanfare, as he produced a six inch tool,
just a bit smaller than the boy's own penis.

"Yeaaaa," Pat replied sarcastically, as he knew where it was likely going
to be inserted.

"Something to get you loosened up for the main event," Sam suggested, as he
gestured at his own now flaccid cock.

"Is it going to hurt?" Patrick asked apprehensively.

"Maybe just a little, but then it will feel good," Sam consoled in a soft
voice.

He handed the vibe to Pat, as he reached over and found the bottle of lube
that he knew would be required for anal activities. As Sam put some lube on
his fingers, Pat realized that it was going to happen immediately.

"We're going to do it now?" Pat whined, as they hadn't even discussed it.

"Sure. You've taken two fingers; this thing won't be much more," Sam
reassured, as he began to lube the young hole.

"But it's longer!" Pat protested; yet he remained docile, as he was
prepared.

"And that will make it feel better," Sam suggested, as he took the vibe
back and turned it on.

Sam flipped Pat onto his belly and spread his legs; all the while, Pat was
compliant, as he inserted the tool quickly.  Pat grunted and whined at the
initial penetration, as Sam slowly eased it in and out, increasing the
depth each time.  Pat's grunts seemed over dramatic from Sam's point of
view, but it was progress at least.

"Is that all of it?" Pat wondered, as he turned his head.

"Half, maybe," Sam noted; but, in reality, it was more likely a third.

Sam quickened the pace, until he got most of it in, and then increased the
stroke depth, back to about a third, then all the way in.  Pat moaned on
each push, spreading his legs wider.

"That feel better?" Sam asked, knowing that he must be hitting that magic
spot.  Pat just moaned in response.

Sam rolled Pat onto his side, and lifted one leg, as he continued to
manipulate the vibe.  He took one of Pat's hands and guided it to the base
of the tool.

"Ok, you do it; just keep the same angle," Sam instructed.

Pat complied, but conveyed his confusion with his expression.  He thought
this was Sam's job, not something he was to do himself.

 "There you go," Sam encouraged, as Pat fucked himself with the vibrator.
"You can practice at home."

"You want me to take this thing home?!" Pat protested. What if Cindy or,
worse, Dan sees me with it, let alone catches me using it? Pat thought.

"If you use it a few times a week, you'll get yourself ready for the real
thing," Sam reasoned.  Pat had never had action with another teen, so Sam
knew that skipping right to a man's cock was going to be a challenge.

"Maybe next year," Pat grumbled.

"I want to fuck you while you're still a teen," Sam noted selfishly, but he
knew that Pat would never be ready if it was left up to him; Sam was going
to have to be the one to push things along.


After a lazy Sunday, Sam drove Pat home, insisting that he take his vibe
and lube for homework.  He hoped that the kid would complain that the
batteries ran out, but he knew that it would be a victory if he used it
even once.  Pat was a cautious creature, so Sam hoped that the kid liked
anal probing enough to keep at it.


The following Friday, Patrick came downstairs with his large backpack.

"You moving out?" Dan asked.

"No," Pat replied, irritated by the suggestion.

"You'll be twenty, soon," Dan noted.

"So," Pat replied, thinking his age had nothing to do with being ready to
be on his own.

"Are you going to Sam's after seeing mother today?" Cindy interjected, as
she entered the hallway.  She knew that Pat was spending every weekend with
his man friend, so it seemed likely that he was taking his large backpack,
so that he could go straight to Sam's after visiting their sick mother.

"Yeah," Pat replied, not wanting to be questioned on what his plans were.

"Well, have a good time, and say hello to Sam for us," Cindy closed,
genuinely pleased to see her little brother happy again.

Pat arrived at Sam's house by bus after the visit with his mother.  She was
getting worse; even he had to admit that now, but he hoped that she could
somehow bounce back, and maybe someday come home.

Pat knocked on the door, and waited for Sam to let him in,

"Did you do your homework?" Sam asked, as he flung the door open.

"Yeah," Pat confirmed; he had used the vibe twice.  It wasn't that bad; he
could get it in easily, but he didn't get much pleasure from it.

"Ok, make yourself busy for a half hour; I've got a couple of things to tie
up," Sam explained.  His home based business had its advantages, one of
which was having your boyfriend come over on a Friday afternoon.  Sam
slapped Pat's ass playfully, as he headed off to his office.

Closer to an hour later, Sam was done.  He found Pat playing on his game
console in the living room; he'd taken to bringing it over for the
weekends.  It was a bit of a distraction, but Sam had to admit that there
were times like this, when he couldn't give Pat his attention, so it did
prove useful.

He came up from behind the boy and gripped the sides of his face with his
hands, and pulled his head back.  Looking down on the boy's face, Sam
kissed him upside down.  It seemed strange, yet exotic.

"You're all mine `til Sunday, you sexy beast," Sam gushed, truly happy for
that to be the case.

"I don't have to work until Wednesday, if you want me to stay," Pat
suggested.

Sam released him, and came around to sit with his boy in a couch cuddle.

"Why aren't you working?" Sam wondered.

"They changed my hours; they wanted me to work Wednesday to Saturday, but I
told them I can't work Friday or Saturday, so I ended up with just two
days," Pat explained.

Sam knew that Friday was for his mother, but surely that could be moved to
earlier in the week, and that Saturday was for him.  He wanted to tell the
kid that he could work Saturday; that it would be ok with him, but the
truth was . . . he wanted him for the entire weekend.  Pat didn't need that
much money, given his basic lifestyle, and Sam did pay for all their
weekend activities.  Still, he expected that he must be paying Cindy
something for his expenses.

"Is that going to be permanent?" Sam wondered.

"I guess so," Pat replied.  Sam wondered how he couldn't know definitively,
but Pat wasn't one to question such things.

"You could always see your mother on a different day," Sam suggested, which
should have been obvious.

"I guess, but then I wouldn't finish work until late on Friday," Pat
reasoned, as he considered that half of Saturday would be lost with him
sleeping late.

"Can you afford to work just two days?" Sam asked.

"Not really; it's just sixteen hours," Pat explained, embarrassed by his
predicament. He could get another job, but he found the grocery easy
work. He couldn't imagine going to work at a mall, where he'd have to deal
more with people than with products.

"I have a plan," Sam announced.

"Really?" Pat was surprised that the man could come up with something so
quickly.

"Part of it I was going to suggest to you before this," Sam noted.  "How
about you work for me one day a week, and do your high school equivalency
the other day?" Sam suggested.

"I'm not going back to school!" Pat snapped angrily, scowling his
disapproval of the topic. He thought Sam should know better than to open
that wound.

"Listen, first.  It's not high school; its adult school.  I checked into
it; it's mostly self-study, but you can drop in and get help certain hours
every day during the week." Sam paused, as Pat sat with his arms folded.

"I can't give you work every week, so when you're not working for me, you
study. Some weeks I might use you both days; either way, I'll make sure you
get paid enough to cover your weekly expenses," Sam explained.

He often did hire students for basic work, but that was usually college
kids. Regardless, he could find something for Pat to do, but it wouldn't be
the predictable job he had at the grocery.

"Just think about it," Sam closed, seeing that Pat wasn't going to enter
into a dialogue on the topic.

Sam left Pat alone for a while to finish his game.  It didn't take long for
the boy to arrive at his office, and wrap his arms around him in a hug from
behind.

"You want a little lovin' do you?" Sam suggested, knowing his horny
boyfriend couldn't remain upset for long.

"Oh, yeah!" Pat beamed.

Sam took Pat to the bedroom, where the boy quickly stripped down.  Sam was
more casual in his disrobing, as he watched Pat's cock rise to a full
erection on its own.  Sam pulled off his underwear, releasing his own
erection.  Pat knelt down immediately, and began to suck on it.  Sam
sighed, as his young boyfriend pleased him.  He was amazed at how much Pat
was able to take into his throat, compared to when they first had sex.

Sam reached down and grabbed the kid's hair, giving it a little tug to get
him off the cock, and onto his feet.  Over time, he realized that Pat
wanted to be dominated, not that he wanted rough sex, but rather that he
expected Sam to tell him what to do in the bedroom.

"Did you bring your homework?" Sam asked.

"It's in my bag," Pat replied, not sure what Sam had planned.

"Get it and jump on the bed," the man commanded.

Pat complied eagerly, allowing the man to position him on his back.  Sam
lifted the boy's legs, and inserted the lubricated vibe.  Pat grunted
softly on penetration, but then sighed, as the tool went deep.  Pat found
it more enjoyable than when he used it on his own, figuring that it was
because Sam moved it faster and deeper than he could on his own. Sam
noticed that Pat's cock was hard during the mechanical fucking.  He eased
Pat's legs down, leaving the vibe in deep, and went down on his cock,
sucking slowly.  Pat moaned loudly, as his legs quivered, clearly enjoying
the new sensation of having his cock stimulated, while the machine was
pressed against his prostate.  Pat erupted far too quickly for Sam's
liking, with throaty grunts of pleasure, as his head thrashed side to side.
Sam moved swiftly to remove the vibe, now that Pat was done, and then
slowly licked the sensitive cock, causing more vocal reactions from his
young friend.

"Like that?" Sam asked rhetorically.

"Oh, yeah!" Pat sighed.

Sam sat up on Pat's torso, flopping his hard cock in Pat's face, fully
aroused.

"Ready for the main event?" Sam asked hopefully.

"Now?" Pat questioned.

"Sure, you're relaxed; I'll just slip it in," Sam hoped, but he knew that
it would be more of a struggle than he was letting on.

He produced a condom, and opened the package without waiting for Pat to
respond.  He quickly slipped it on, and got off Pat to stand next to the
bed.  He pulled Pat's legs up, and positioned his cock for entry.

"Here we go," he announced, as he looked at his partner's face.

Pat whined as Sam pushed. Just as Sam felt the sphincter open, Pat groaned
loudly, and pushed the cock back out.  He rolled over and touched his hand
to his ass protectively, clearly reacting to the pain of the aborted entry.
He wanted to give Sam what he wanted, but it was just too much to bear.  He
hoped the man wouldn't be angry with him.

Sam eased Pat's hips back, and positioned for another attempt.

"Try it this way, Patty," he encouraged, with the kid in a typical doggy
position.

Sam pushed in, while pulling back on Pat's hips, and got a good third in,
but Pat moved forward and broke the coupling.  Sam was having enough of
this, hopping up onto the bed, he pushed Pat's legs apart with his knees,
and pushed his cock in hard.  The position left Pat no option to move, as
he was underneath Sam when the searing pain shot into his ass.  Sam got
halfway in this time, hoping to get deep enough for Pat to relax.

"Breathe, baby, just breathe," Sam consoled, while Pat gasped and groaned,
as he tried his best to take it, but the pain was just too intense.

"Get off me!" Pat snapped, using what had become their unofficial safe
phrase.

Sam paused, since Pat wasn't struggling, hoping that perhaps he wasn't
putting too much weight onto the smaller body below him. He closed his legs
a bit and pushed in with just his hips.

"Take it out!" Pat shouted, offering a more clear instruction.

Sam relented and pulled out.  He sat back and removed the condom, throwing
it to the floor, as if it was a sign that they were done with penetration.

Realizing that Pat wasn't just frightened, that he was in real pain, Sam
lay down and cuddled with him, as his own frustration subsided.

"You ok?" he whispered into the kid's ear, as he held him.

"I'm so sorry," Pat whined.  He really wanted to give Sam what he wanted,
but he'd disappointed him again.

"It's ok, Patty; we'll try again another time," Sam suggested, as he held
his boy, hoping that there would be another time.  He didn't understand why
the boy wasn't able to accept him; he'd been stretched and relaxed; surely
there would be some pain, but nothing like what Pat had vocalized.  He just
hoped that he hadn't injured him.

After a few minutes, Pat recovered and insisted on sucking Sam to give him
a release.  He worked hard at giving the man his consolation prize, taking
it as deep as he could in his throat.  Sam eventually unloaded, fucking the
kid's mouth instead of his ass, but it was still all good by Sam.

"So now that you've had the appetizer, what do you want for dinner?" Sam
asked jovially, to let Pat know that he wasn't still upset about the
aborted penetration.

"Pizza?" Pat suggested predictably.

During dinner, Pat seemed to be back to his usual self, but Sam decided not
to bring up the topic of their afternoon delight.  He knew that Pat would
try again, if he played it cool.  He recognized that Pat wanted to please
him, and that showing his frustration would only make things worse.  He
admitted to himself that it was the cause of their, thankfully, brief
break-up.  Sam considered that they were going to get there; it was just
going to take a little longer.



I should have the next chapter completed in about a week.