Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2010 10:49:00 -0500
From: vlad 885 <vlad885@hotmail.com>
Subject: gay male / beginnings / my young boyfriend / 7

Chapter 7:

"Math is so hard," Pat complained, as he flipped to the next page in his
workbook.  He had done as Sam asked, and gone down to the community centre
where they ran the adult high school equivalency program.  It reminded Pat
more of a library than a school, with tables and chairs arranged for
individual study in two rooms of the multipurpose centre.  Sam was right -
there were only adults in attendance; in fact, many of them much older than
himself.

"I liked math; there was always a correct answer; nothing left open to
opinion or interpretation. I suppose that's why I ended up in information
technology," Sam noted, as he brushed his hand against the back of Pat's
neck.

"I don't like math; it makes me feel stupid," Pat lamented.

"You're not stupid!" Sam scolded the negative attitude.  He considered Pat
a fairly quick learner, after spending yesterday performing administration
work for him.  He had the boy working on order tracking, invoicing and
billing, all of which included math; but the computer did it for him.

"You know what else is hard?" Sam asked, as he bumped Pat's chair with his
hips.

"You!" Pat giggled, as he closed his book in the hope that he was done for
the day.

"You want some after-school action?" Sam asked, knowing that Pat was
unlikely to turn him down.

"You going to try and fuck me again?" Pat wondered out loud.  They'd gone
back to the vibrator and introduced a thicker plug the last two weekends,
so he figured that Sam would want to try for the big prize again.

"There is no try padowan, do or do not," Sam quoted, as he playfully framed
his hands around Pat's beautiful face.

"I'll do anything you want," Pat replied softly, as he slipped into his
submissive bedroom persona.  He liked it when Sam got aggressive with him.

"Anything?" Sam asked mischievously.

Before Pat could respond, Sam picked up the compliant boy and flung him
over his shoulder in a `fireman's carry', taking him to the bedroom.  He
flopped the teen down onto the bed, and then pulled off his shirt.  Pat lay
back in surrender, as Sam undid his belt and yanked his pants off.  Once he
was naked, Sam started sucking on his cock, giving him that warm feeling
that he so craved.

Sam stopped short of making Pat cum, and stripped down himself. Pat sat up
on the edge of the bed, and motioned for Sam to step forward. He took the
large cock into his mouth, and pleased his man. Pat didn't really get
anything from performing oral sex, but he liked that it was his actions
that were giving Sam such pleasure.  He knew that Sam liked him, but it was
during sex that the man was most complimentary. As things progressed, Sam's
hips pushed forward as he fucked Pat's face.  Pat did his best to deal with
the inevitable gagging, but, as always, he had to take less cock into his
mouth in order to deal with the effect of having Sam ram his member into
his throat.

"Roll over!" Sam commanded, as he yanked his cock from Pat's warm mouth.

Sam liked that Pat worked so hard to please him; the boy's gagging sounds
excited him even more as he took it.

Pat quickly flipped over, and positioned himself for what he assumed would
be penetration.  He stretched one leg out, with the other bent up to the
side, in a position he found on the internet.  He hoped it would help Sam
enter him more easily.

Sam mounted Pat's ass, and pushed his condom-encased monster into the young
lubricated shaft.  Pat groaned, as he pushed down and in, the sphincter
giving way more easily this time. Before he realized it, Sam was three
quarters of the way on his first thrust.  Pat was vocalizing the intrusion
with what sounded like a series of oscillating "ohs".

Sam slowly started fucking him, with easy strokes at first, and then
gradually going a bit faster and a bit deeper each time.  He was able to
put his full length in Pat's anus within five minutes of the gentle
rocking.  Pat's moans had become quieter, as he was impaled.  Sam began to
pickup the pace, pulling about halfway out, and then thrusting back in
hard.  Pat reacted to each inward thrust with a short grunt, followed by
what sounded like a sigh.  The boy spread his legs wide, as Sam started
slapping it in even faster.

"Like that baby?" Sam asked, hoping for a positive response.  Other men had
begged him to fuck them hard with his thick cock, but Pat was still getting
used to the sensations, so he knew it might not be easy for him.

"Oh, yeah," Pat sighed, as he was overcome with the feeling of being
properly fucked.

Sam didn't want to wear out his `welcome' after ten minutes of gentle
fucking, so he picked up the pace, giving the kid a dozen quick hard
thrusts, followed by a few slow ones.

"Faster, faster!" Pat panted, after five minutes of the alternating
thrusts.

Sam rested his weight on his elbows, and wrapped his hands around the boy's
shoulders from underneath.  He went at it full speed, pounding the crap out
of Pat's ass.  Lost in his own world of sensation, he didn't really hear
much of Pat's grunting.  Finally, he pushed deep for the last time, filling
his condom, a much more pleasurable release than pulling out to shoot on
the boy's face, like they did in the porn films.

Pat arched his back up on his arms, seeking relief as Sam unloaded.

"You trying to shove your balls in there, too?" Pat complained.

Sam crashed down onto the boy with his full weight, spent and happy.  After
a few minutes of resting, he felt Pat struggling to push his entrenched
cock out. He selfishly waited for him to ask for it to be removed before
easing it out.

He rolled onto his side, allowing Pat to face him in a cuddle.

"I love you," Sam sighed.  He meant it, as the younger man's brown eyes
stared at his.

"Love you, too," Pat replied quickly, and sealed it with a passionate kiss.

Both were happy, as they lay in bed. Sam had his dream boy take his meat
all the way. While Pat found the initial penetration difficult, the finish
had been amazing.

"You want me to make you cum now?" Sam asked, thinking it only fair.

"I already did; that was wild," Pat noted softly, as he smiled at his man.

Sam was pleased to hear those words, as he hoped Pat would soon become an
insatiable bottom boy.

*********** Sam wondered where Pat was, after he didn't show up for
self-study on Tuesday.  He was supposed to be at the community centre
school yesterday, but today he was expected to work at Sam's.  Sam
preferred to have him do his studies at his place, where he could help, and
make sure it was actually happening; but Pat never complained, finding any
excuse to come over and stay at Sam's house as long as possible.

Sam dismissed his worry; Pat was a dependable guy; he was likely back at
the school again today, and would arrive later.  Sam reflected on the
relationship he had with Pat, now past their fourth month together. The
fucking had continued, with Pat demanding anal sex as often as he used to
oral, when he was first introduced to it.  Pat had come a long way, as far
as Sam was concerned; from a shy kid to a devoted sex partner and trusted
friend.

Sam was relieved when Pat called on his cell phone mid-afternoon.  He'd
gotten a bit concerned after the kid hadn't replied to his earlier text
message.

"My mom died!" Pat blurted, without preamble.

"Oh, Pat! I'm so sorry to hear that," Sam replied.

"So I'm going to be dealing with the funeral and stuff," Pat explained
softly.

"I understand; let me know what's going on when you figure out the
arrangements with Cindy," Sam requested.

Pat cut the call short, before Sam could offer to help, but, in reality, he
knew that there was really nothing for him to do, beyond supporting Pat.
It was surely not a shock that the sickly woman finally passed away, but he
suspected that Pat would take it hard.

*********** Sam arrived at the funeral home for the visitation on Thursday
evening.  It was Cindy who had called to provide him with the details.
While he was happy to get the call, Sam was concerned that Pat had been
silent for the past two days.  Surely he was focused on the situation, but
he had assumed that he would check in.

He found Pat standing by a collection of photographs on a table near the
casket, talking to two older women. He waited patiently, until Pat came
over, seemingly surprised to see him.

"I didn't know you were coming," Pat greeted with muted excitement.

"I just came to pay my respects; I hope it's ok," Sam offered, as he hadn't
considered that his presence might complicate things for Pat.

"It's fine," Pat mumbled, as he crushed into Sam in a hard hug, right in
the middle of the funeral parlour.  Sam hugged his young friend back,
ignoring any concerns of doing so in public. After all, it hardly seemed
out of place at the funeral home.

Sam kicked himself for not calling Pat; during all the time that he thought
he was giving his boyfriend space, he was clearly ignoring his emotional
needs.

"The funeral's tomorrow," a teary-eyed Pat informed, as he stepped back
from the embrace.

"Sure; you let me know when you're ready, and I can come pick you up on
Saturday," Sam suggested, because he wanted to give the boy a target day,
at least.

"You're not coming to the funeral?" Pat asked.

"I thought it would be more for the family, and I wouldn't want you to have
to explain to people who I am at such a stressful time," Sam explained.

"Oh, yeah; I didn't think of that," Pat noted, as he considered his elderly
relatives.  He also wondered how Dan would react to having Sam there, as he
didn't want any trouble between them.

"If you need me to be there I will; or to pick you up anytime after," Sam
offered.

"Ok," Pat replied softly.

Sam stepped back as more mourners arrived. Pat greeted them, as he took his
turn as host; Cindy would arrive later, when most people were expected to
arrive. Sam hung about, keeping a respectful distance, but Pat never
approached him again, so he quietly made his exit.

Pat was surprised that Sam had slipped out and not said goodbye.  He had
all these people wanting to offer their condolences, so he had ended up
ignoring Sam. Still, he hoped the man was around somewhere, perhaps
returning for the evening visitation.


Sam exchanged text messages with Pat through the weekend, but he never got
the call to pick him up.  He assumed that Pat was simply busy with family
issues, and didn't want to pressure the young man. His final text to him
was – let me know if you're going to the gym on Monday, and I'll pick
you up – but he never got a response to that either.

When Pat didn't show at the gym, Sam went over to his house on Monday
night.  He knew he might be intruding, but he wanted to stop by to see him.

"Oh, hi, Sam; he's up in his room.  He's been there most of the weekend,"
Cindy greeted, as she let him in.

"Is he alright?" Sam wondered.

"He's depressed; he's the one that spent the most time with her recently,
so I think he misses her most – many of us were just waiting for this
day to come, but he always held out hope," Cindy explained.

"I haven't heard from him, so I was worried," Sam advised.

"You can go right up; second door on the left," Cindy directed.

Sam was apprehensive about surprising Pat in his bedroom; he would have
preferred that Cindy announce him.  He stood outside the boy's door, and
knocked softly.

"Yeah?" came a muffled voice.

"It's Sam," he announced.

"Come in," he thought he heard Pat say, in a muted voice.

He opened the door slowly, in he case he heard wrong.  Pat was lying in
bed, seemingly having been there all day.  He was shirtless, in night
shorts.  Sam found it cute to see his boyfriend's room; it seemed a naughty
intrusion, as he stepped in.  The room was messy, but far from a disaster,
Sam thought, as he scanned the boy's sanctuary.

"How are you doing?" he asked softly, as he stepped in.

"Ok," Pat mumbled.

Sam took his phone off his belt, and climbed into Pat's bed with him.  Pat
shuffled over and cuddled with his man, happy to have him close.  The two
lay quietly for over an hour, as Pat seemed to want to just be there in
close contact.

"Are you doing anything with school tomorrow?" Sam wondered, as he wanted
to get Pat to focus on returning to his routine.

"No, I don't think so," Pat mumbled.

"Do you want to come home with me?  I don't have much going on tomorrow, so
I'll be home all day," Sam suggested.

"I don't know," Pat replied, with his head resting on his man's chest.

"I would like to spend some time with you," Sam explained, but he really
just wanted to get Pat out of bed, as he imagined he'd be spending all day
tomorrow here, again.

"I could suck you off here, but you'd have to be quiet," Pat suggested, as
he lifted his head.

"We can have sex, if you want, Pat, but that's not what I was asking for; I
really do want to be with you," Sam advised.

"Ok, I'll take a shower," Pat grumbled, as he crossed over Sam to get out
of bed.

"Just put some clothes on; you can shower at my place," Sam suggested, not
wanting to wait alone, or give Pat time to change his mind.

"I stink," Pat announced.

"I know! You can shower right when we get to my place," Sam repeated.

"Fine," Pat blurted, as he rummaged around for his pants.

Once Pat was dressed, they drove in silence to Sam's house.  Sam was
concerned about how quiet the usually chatty Pat had become.  Small talk
seemed to have no effect, but it seemed too soon to bring up his mother.

Pat went straight for the washroom, as promised, and dropped his clothes in
preparation for his shower.  Sam followed him in, and started stripping.

Pat looked back apprehensively, as he wondered if his man needed to be
serviced immediately.  He wasn't really in the mood, but he considered it
his duty.

"Is it ok if I join you?" Sam asked, getting a nod in response. "Would you
like to take a bath instead?" Sam continued.

Pat hadn't had a bath in years, and never with someone else, as far as he
could recall. Again he nodded, giving Sam what he wanted.

Pat joined Sam in the tub, sitting between his legs.  It felt strange to
have someone wash him, but it was welcome attention, as the warm water
lapped at his body.  Once cleaned, he lay back on the man's belly, and
flopped his head back.  It wasn't the most comfortable position in the
confined space, but Pat found it comforting.

Sam continued to baby Pat, preparing him for bed later in the evening, even
though the boy likely wasn't tired.

"I'm ready for you to fuck me now," Pat announced, as he slipped into bed.

"It's ok, baby; I can wait." Sam reasoned that Pat was just offering
himself since they'd skipped the weekend's usual activities.

"I want it now!" Pat snapped uncharacteristically.

"If you want it, then I'll give it to you" Sam replied

"Now!" Pat repeated.

Sam entered Pat after their usual preparations; the boy seemed to have more
pain on entry, perhaps because it had been a week and a half.

"You ok?" Sam asked softly.

"All the way in, all the way," Pat groaned.

Sam needed no further encouragement, pushing right to the hilt, and then he
slowly fucked his young boyfriend. Pat settled down, once they got
going. Sam lost track of time, while fucking his boy.  If this was
therapeutic for the kid, Sam wasn't about to argue; but he was enjoying
every minute of it. After about twenty minutes of pleasure, he wanted to
see how Pat was doing, by asking,

"How's it going down there?"

"Good; fuck me harder; make me cum," Pat demanded softly.

Sam gave the boy what he wanted, slapping in at an increased pace.  Twice
more, Pat demanded he go faster, until Sam finally unloaded into his
condom.

He rested himself on Pat, as he started to ease his cock out.

"Leave it in!" Pat commanded.

"Did you cum?" Sam wondered why Pat would want his cock to remain this
time.

"Yeah, twice I think," Pat noted.

"I love you so much!" Sam extolled, as he nuzzled at Pat's neck.

"I love you, too," Pat repeated softly

Sam fell asleep in that position, his cock still inside his bottom boy. The
kid had worn him out with his demands, but it was worth it, both for his
own pleasure, and to snap the kid out of his funk.



There's two more chapters to go - look for the next one in about a week.