Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2022 17:26:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mark Tholtow <markmanscooter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Home After the Tournament - Chapter 4

Home After the Tournament: Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: The Boy with The Dragon Tattoo

Part 1: The ARRIVAL

"Hey handsome!" Patrick said to me the second he opened the door. It made
me happy to watch his expression change from serious and focused to a big,
broad smile when our eyes met. "You made good time!" He added, hugging
me. He kissed me and wrapped his strong arms around me. I loved the feeling
of his rough goatee against my lips. His soft, wet tongue played with
mine. His hands slid across my back in opposite directions. His left hand
slid up to the back of my neck where his fingertips played with the back of
my hairline and then grabbed a handful of my long curls. His right hand
slid down to my ass where he playfully grabbed my left ass cheek through
the soft denim of my well-worn jeans. I moaned into his mouth. It was hot
to be kissed in the hallway where anyone could step out of their apartment
and see us - and it was so nice to be met with such enthusiasm. I could
tell he'd missed me and was looking forward to this as much as I had been.

I was horny throughout the entire three hour drive thinking about our last,
hot encounter the night Will and I went back to Patrick's best friend,
Caleb's house after our wild night at the Club. The tournament weekend
seemed like much longer ago than the two weeks it had actually
been. Patrick had taken my ass virginity and I'd liked it so much more than
I'd expected. After doing it doggie style though, I was looking forward to
being able to see him while we were doing it - and I wanted to fuck
him. I'd been fantasizing about taking him from behind and filling him with
my seed like he'd done to me. Well, filling my condom anyway. I wanted to
play safe. It felt like I knew Patrick but in reality, I barely knew him at
all.

I'd googled how to prepare for getting fucked and done what I could in
advance. I wasn't sure how it was going to go, but I wanted to start right
now.

I humped into him and grabbed his ass with both hands. I could feel his
hardon through his jeans and moaned into his mouth again. It was hot
knowing he'd been horny with anticipation as well.

We moved into his condo and managed to get the door shut before I dropped
to my knees and started frantically undoing his belt and his zipper. I'd
been craving the feeling of his uncut cock in my mouth ever since the night
after the club. I loved the feeling of his soft foreskin rolling over his
plump cock head. I couldn't wait to feel it again. I grabbed his jeans and
his boxer briefs from both sides and yanked them down to his ankles. His
boner flung around, bouncing in the air until I grabbed it with my right
hand and guided it into my mouth. I moaned like someone had given me a
delicious dessert.

"Yes!" Patrick whispered loudly and grabbed my head gently and ran his
fingers through my hair. I reached around and grabbed his fuzzy ass. His
glutes were hard and I felt them clenching as flexing as he pumped into my
face. His fat cock filled my mouth as I tried desperately to get my nose
against his short, curly pubes.

My boner was so uncomfortable in my jeans, I had to let it free. I
awkwardly worked to undo my jeans, scooted them down to my thighs and
grabbed my cock - all while still managing to swirl my tongue around
Patrick's plump cock head in my mouth.

I started stroking myself - faster than I should have but it felt so good
and I was so horny. I missed Patrick's hot body. I grabbed his heavy ball
sack with my left hand and he moaned as I tugged on it and rolled his fuzzy
nuts around in my hand. Then I slid my hand between his legs trying to find
his pucker. I wanted to fuck him. His ass cheeks were clenched tight, not
letting me in. I decided to save that for later and slid my middle finger
up his crack and played with that spot at the top that love while I pulled
him further into me. I opened my throat and finally got my nose in his
bush. I tightened my lips around his shaft and sucked hard.

"Oh my god!" Patrick yelled and thrust even tighter against my face. I knew
that feeling well - like you can't get far enough into their mouth. "Fuck
yeah!" He said as he held my head tight against his pelvis until I started
to gag and he released me. I pulled off and started coughing, spit drooling
from my mouth.  "Sorry, Matt." He added and he sounded genuinely sincere.

I gave my cock a couple more strokes. "I'm good, man." I said. "Just needed
some air." Then I dove back down on his cock and tasted the sweet precum
that was hanging off the end.

"It's so hot watching you jack off while you blow me." Patrick said. I felt
my cock drool. Knowing he was looking down at me stroking and sucking made
me crazy horny. I'd just sucked Ethan's cock yesterday and it felt like a
week ago. I'd done basically nothing but fantasize about every cock I'd
sucked in the last couple of weeks on the long drive here - Patrick's,
Will's, Dix's, Ethan's. There'd been a constant wet spot in my shorts the
entire drive. I even had a boner walking from the car to the men's room at
the rest stop on the way. It was embarrassing and hard not just jerk off
into the urinal. I ended up having to go into a stall to take a piss
because standing at the urinal with a boner made me too horny to piss.

"Give me your nut." I said as I briefly released him for air again.

"I'm getting close." Patrick said. "What about your nut? I've been waiting
two weeks to get that fat fucker back in my mouth." He added and pulled me
up. He bent at the waist and started sucking my cock. Then he dropped to
his knees and it was my turn to watch him blow me while he jacked his own
cock and played with my balls. His tight tee shirt hugged his muscular
shoulders and biceps like they were going to rip through the fabric.

"Fuck. I forgot how fucking big your balls are. I fucking love these tanks,
Bro. Damn."

'Bro'? I thought to myself. He sounded like Eric and Jake and I was
reminded that he was a decade younger than me. That made me think about
Jake. I pictured his beautiful, long, curved cock as it spewed its load
right at my face Monday night and I almost came. I had to abruptly pull out
of Patrick's mouth.

"What's wrong?" Patrick said. "Teeth? I'm sorry-"

"No. No." I said cutting him off. "Your mouth feels fucking amazing. Too
good. You got me too close. I've been day-dreaming about this all the way
here. I don't wanna cum yet." I said both stretching and hiding the
truth. Patrick smiled and sat down on his heels stroking his slick boner.

"You wanna move somewhere more comfortable?" He asked. "The bedroom?"

"Let's save the bedroom for later. Show me the place." I said as I pulled
my jeans back up over my furry ass leaving my junk hanging out with my
briefs tucked under my tight nut sack. That wasn't very comfortable so I
flipped the waist band up over my boner so I was back inside my briefs
again but left the button fly of my jeans hanging open and my bush peeking
out over the top of my waistband.

Patrick simply stepped out of his jeans and briefs and walked naked in
front of me with his faded yellow tee shirt just covering the top of his
ass cleavage. I could have walked behind this view for miles. His firm ass
cheeks slowly shifting from side to side. I looked down to see the wet spot
form on my tighty whities as I felt more precum ooze out watching him walk.

"This is the living room." Patrick said after we'd walked down a long
hall. He had what appeared to be expensive art on the walls but I was too
distracted by his ass to pay enough attention to know how expensive. This
condo was nice. The hardwood floors flowed down two steps to a sunken
living room.  Across from us was a huge expanse of floor to ceiling
glass. The ceilings had to be at least ten feet high and from the 18th
floor he had an amazing view of the city. Off to the right was a dining
room that looked as if it had never been used. Everything was perfectly
placed like it was in an interior design magazine. Behind us was a gourmet
kitchen. I say gourmet because the refrigerator door was paneled in the
same cherry wood veneer as the sleek cabinets next to it. That's how you
can tell. I wondered if that meant Patrick was a gourmet cook as well or if
he mostly ordered take out when he got home from work so late every night.

"This place is beautiful." I said. "You have great taste too. Did you pick
all this stuff out yourself? Or did you have a designer do it?"

Patrick laughed. "You're very kind. I did it myself. I still have a few
things I want to replace or upgrade.  I'm not a partner yet though so, some
of it will have to wait." He paused and then walked toward me and wrapped
his arms around me and we kissed. It was strange to just kiss like a couple
would kiss - not in throes of horny passion. He kissed me like he liked me
- not like he wanted me that very second.  That's the only way I'd ever
kissed a man. He wanted me. I could tell that. But this was different. I
wasn't sure if it was a good different. This dating thing was strange. It
didn't feel like we were on the same page - or in the same place. He was a
good kisser though so I just went with it. "You want a glass of wine?"

"I'm not much of wine drinker - at least when it's not paired with
food. You got a beer?" I said.

"Always." Patrick said and walked to the fancy fridge.

"That's a great view." I said staring at his ass as he walked.

"I know. The skyline is even better at night. You're gonna love it." He
said which made me laugh.

He turned and looked at me confused.

"I wasn't talking about that view."

Patrick looked down at his pantsless state as though he'd forgotten he was
naked from the waist down and blushed which made him even more adorable.

He pulled two bottles of Sam Adams from the door and set them on the
granite island top. The bottles started sweating. Patrick bent down to grab
a bottle opener from a drawer exposing his ball sack from behind below his
hairy ass crack. I wanted to lick it. My boner tented the front of my
underwear. "Nice ass." I said in the sexiest low growl I could muster.

Patrick turned toward me and blushed again as he popped the tops off the
bottles and handed me one.  "Thank you." He said as he clinked our bottles
together across the island. We each took a big swig and I walked around the
counter to embrace him again. I reached for his hard cock and stroked him
as we kissed again. Then I set my bottle down and groped his scrotum with
that cold hand making him jump and laugh into my mouth.

I went back down on my knees and starting sucking him again. Patrick
playfully rested his bottle on my head and we both laughed again. He
finally set his beer down as I really started bobbing up and down on his
dick. I wanted his load in my mouth.

"C'mon, Paddy. Give me your load." I said and swallowed him again.

"Fuck." He gasped and gently grabbed the back of my head.

I pulled off again. "How long has it been?" I asked, continuing to stroke
him as I took breaks to speak.

"Since when?" He asked between ragged breaths. "Since I got a blow job? You
know the answer to that.  You were the one doing it." I suddenly felt
really slutty. I sucked Will's cock and Ethan's and even had Jake cum on my
face since I'd had Patrick's dick in my mouth.

"I meant since you'd cum." I said.

"Oh, this morning. In the shower. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't cum too
fast tonight." He said and laughed sheepishly. I smiled on his cock. "What
about you?"

"Last night." I said and omitted the part about it being in front of a
stranger with someone else's stiff cock up my ass. "I wanted to this
morning in the shower.  And then again at a rest stop. And then I
considered just whipping it out on the road too. I've been so horny
thinking about you. But I wanted to stay horny so kept it in my pants."

"You're very thoughtful." Patrick said smiling and then rolling his eyes
back in his head as I took him all the way down again. I was getting pretty
good at this.

"Stop. I'm getting close. I want to fuck you again. I've jerked off every
day thinking about that hairy man ass."

"Ok. As long as I get your ass later." I said angling for reciprocation
this time.

"We'll see." He said. "Stand up." He ordered in a forceful way that didn't
fit his personality. It was sort of hot though so I did as I was told and
he spun me around and yanked my Jean and briefs down together just like I'd
done to him. I felt the cold air on my naked body. Patrick dropped to his
knees. He grabbed my butt cheeks and spread them apart - and he dove in to
eat my hole. I moaned and fell over onto the granite island. I stepped out
of one leg of my jeans and bent my knees a little to spread my legs. I
arched myself back and enjoyed his mouth on my sensitive hole. He really
was an expert at this task.

"Holy Fuck, that feels good." I moaned. "Are you gonna fuck me right here?"
I asked, knowing the answer, and liking it. I didn't think he'd be so
aggressive. I thought we'd have a beer and have a nice, respectable dinner
date before I'd be expected to put out.

Patrick stood up. He swiped his fingers through a plate of soft butter on
the counter and pushed his middle finger up my ass. A few seconds later, he
slid two slippery fingers up my hole and started pounding his remaining
knuckles against my left butt cheek as he finger fucked me. I grunted, even
though it felt good. He got right up behind me and grabbed my hips. I felt
him aligning his stiff cock with my crack. He held his boner and slapped it
against each fuzzy butt cheek and then slid it up and down my dark, dense
crevasse. Then I felt him push hard into me. His cock slipped and banged
the back of my balls. They jiggled back and forth. I reached down and held
them in one hand to keep them out of the way until his dick was safely
inside and they could swing freely again.

He pushed again. I knew to push out at the right time and felt relaxed and
confident since I'd prepared my ass for this before the drive. I felt his
spongy head poke through and his stiff shaft slide inside me. I arched my
back to make it easier. He slowly pushed all the way in until I felt his
bush against my ass.  "Yes, Matt. I'm going to fuck you."

I was a little freaked out that he hadn't put on a condom but I knew he
hadn't been with anyone but me in a long time and he knew I was a
newbie. "Are you fucking me raw?" I finally broke down and asked without
thinking about how that would come off.

"Fuck. I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted your ass so badly. I couldn't
stop." He said. "Let me go grab a condom." He pulled out and I watched him
jog down the hall in his tee shirt and bare ass. My ass felt empty. I
decided to relocate a few feet away so I was bending over the back of his
chocolate brown leather sofa. I felt butter drip down the back of my thigh
as I stepped down into the living room. The leather felt cool against my
sweaty body. He came jogging back around the corner looking confused until
he spotted me.

"This looked more comfortable...for getting fucked over." I said. Patrick
laughed as he tore open the condom wrapper and unrolled it over his
dick. "Also, did you stick butter up my ass?" He laughed again.

"I'm so sorry. Was that rude?" He said, suddenly more serious and
contrite. "I was desperate."

"Whatever works." I said laughing back and spreading my legs further for
him. He bent down and licked my hole.

"Tasty lube." He said and he spit at my pucker and spit on his cock. Then
he slid his thumbs in from each side to stretch me out again before shoving
his cock in me again. "Fuck yeah. I love your fucking hairy ass so much!"

"Umph!" I grunted as he entered me again. I backed into him and we got into
a perfect rhythm for a few minutes. I was actually very comfortable bent
over the back of the couch with my chest on the cushions.  My hard cock was
mashed up against the back and I felt my precum dripping down the leather
making a quiet squeaking sound as he pounded me. "Give me that load!" I
yelled. "Fuck me!...harder. Pound my ass, you fucking stud!" I yelled and
then realized I was dating myself. I hadn't heard anyone use the term
'stud' for years. Patrick didn't seem to notice. He was more concerned
about his neighbors.

"SSHHhhhh!" He yelled but then grunted nearly as loudly which made us both
bust out laughing again.

"Do your...neighbors...not know...what a...hot...fuck boy... you are?" I
said between his thrusts as he slammed his sweaty, matted bush against my
sweaty, matted ass.

"I guess...they do...now!" He said, breathing heavily and holding onto my
shoulders now.

"You gonna...cum up...my hole now?" I asked. "C'mon...dump your...load."

"Yes...Yes!...YYYEEESSSS!!" He yelled and I could feel the pulse and twitch
of his cock at my pucker. I could smell the weird mix of sex and ass and
butter. He finally pulled out and I turned my head around just as he was
pulling off his condom. He let it hang from his fingers showing off his
load weighing down the tip of the rubber.

"Nice heavy load, my friend. You ready for mine?" I said as I turned around
and leaned back against the sofa with my legs spread waiting for a hole to
put my boner in. "You need me to get the butter for your ass now?"

"I want it in my mouth." He said and dropped down to knees again and
starting blowing me. I wasn't sure if he was avoiding me fucking him or
actually just hungry to suck my dick.

You could tell he'd been sucking cock for a long time. He did it so
naturally. He had system of swirling his mouth around my thick cock head
and then sucking my entire length down and bobbing a few times before
repeating the procedure. My technique was all over the place as I was still
figuring out what worked and what felt good. I hadn't yet found my
system. He was gently massaging my balls as though it were second
nature. He wasn't even thinking about it. I still had trouble
multitasking. I'd concentrate on the head for a few minutes and remember I
should be trying to suck down the whole shaft and then focus on the balls
and forget about even continuing to stroke the cock while I played with
their nuts. I just needed more practice. I couldn't remember wanting to
practice anything before. Practice that wasn't a chore.

"You're so good at this. You've been doing it a long time. When did you
start?" I asked forgetting that he'd have to release my cock to answer.

"I sucked off my best friend in eighth grade." He said and went back down
on me.

"That's hot! Such a horny age." I said.

"Mmm Hmmm." He hummed onto my cock which felt great. I want to keep asking
him questions that required an affirmative response.

"Did he return the favor?" I asked.

"Mmmm Hmmm." He added, nodding. The vibrations felt so good.

"That's hot!" I said. I pictured him as a teenager. I bet he looked like
Eric's friend Nick. I wished he'd been there the day that the boys all
wanted their pubes trimmed. I wanted a closer look at his manhood. "Did you
both swallow that first time?"

"Mmmm Hmmm." He hummed again on my dick.

"That's so fucking hot." I said.

"You're getting distracted. I want your nut." He said and went back down on
me.

"This is not a distraction. Picturing you giving your first blow job to a
buddy in junior high is totally getting me off. I'm really close." I
said. He nodded on my dick.

"Did anyone ever catch you?" I asked.

"Mmmm Hmmm." He hummed again. Holy fuck. That made me so horny. I was so
close.

"Who?" I asked.

He pulled off my dick but instinctively continued to stroke me. "His older
brother."

"Holy fuck!" I said and launched a volley of semen right at his face. My
knees buckled and I moaned.  Two days in a row now I was so turned on by a
situation I just spontaneously came without warning.  Patrick caught my
second shot in his mouth without even altering his strokes. He pumped my
load into his mouth and moaned like I was shooting birthday cake frosting
through my piss slit. "Holy fuck that was hot." I added once I caught my
breath and could speak again. Patrick was cleaning off my boner and
swirling his tongue around my head. My knees buckled again and I had to
gently tap his head and pull out. "Stop! I can't take anymore." I
said. "That was unbelievable."

"What did you eat before you came?" He asked. I gave him a confused look. I
wasn't sure if he was happy or complaining. He apparently read my
reaction. "Your cum tasted so good." He smiled and stuck his mouth over the
head of my dick again and suck the last drips of my load out. "Yum."

"Um. I'm not sure. A pineapple orange drink from the gas station. I've
sworn off soda. You think that was it?"

"Not sure. Probably. I'll have to do a taste comparison later. He said
smiling again and got up off his knees. He hugged me and we made out for a
minute. His mouth tasted like buttery cum and beer. I loved it. My cock
stayed hard and I reached down to stroke it.

"I'm so horny. You are so...cute." I said and thought maybe he wouldn't
find that flattering. "And hot." I added. He smiled and kissed me
again. Apparently 'cute' worked for him. I bent over and took his fat cock
in my mouth again and starting sucking it. I could taste the remnants of
his cum load still dripping from his plump head. "You taste so good
too. And your cock is so...pretty. Is that a weird thing to say about a
dick?"

Patrick laughed. "Maybe but I like it. Who doesn't want to hear they have a
pretty dick? There are some ugly fucking cocks out there." I went back down
on him and felt his cock start to expand again. "Stop."  He added. "I'm
still too sensitive. Besides, we have to wait. We have all weekend. What do
you want to do?"

"Whatever you want. You said you were gonna show me the town. What's on the
tourist list?" I said.

"I'm taking you out to dinner. But our reservation's not 'til 8:30 so we
have time to do something before. I wasn't sure how long it would take you
to get here. You up for a little bar hopping?"

"Sure. What'd you have in mind? I need to dress appropriately." I said.

I know a great little dive bar. Kind of a biker bar. How does that sound?"
He asked.

"Sounds cool to me. Are we dressing for biker bar or restaurant?" I asked.

"The restaurant tonight isn't that fancy - kind of an old-school Italian
joint I've been going to for years.  So we can be casual." Patrick said.

"Sounds good. Show me to my quarters so I can freshen up." I said smiling.

"Oh, fuck. I didn't even give you a tour." Patrick said. "I was overcome
with lust." He said smiling. "Let me show you to your guest suite."

"And by guest suite, I hope you mean your bed." I said.

"You're so perceptive." He said and he took me by the hand. I pulled away
and he turned and gave me a sad puppy face. I busted out laughing.

"Forgive me. You lead the way. I want to enjoy the view some more." I said
and looked down at his ass peeking out under his faded gold tee shirt
again, only now it had noticeable sweat stains in his pits and a faint line
running down the center of his back.

"Are you serious?" He asked smiling but with one eyebrow cocked in
skepticism.

"Dead serious." I said. "You're about to put clothes back on and it's gonna
be a while before I get to see this again." He leaned in and kissed me once
more.

"Whatever this turns out to be. I needed this. It's been awhile since
someone has wanted to see my bare ass walking around." He said and I felt a
twinge of anger at his moronic ex. I wasn't sure this would go anywhere but
I knew he deserved to be appreciated. This boy was a catch by anyone's
standards - sweet, hot, cute, good in bed. I wanted to punch his ex in the
throat.

Part 2: The BAR

"You wanna play some pool?" Patrick asked, handing me a bottle of beer. I'd
been admiring his ass in his faded jeans as he leaned against the bar
waiting to be served. He caught me as he turned around and laughed at
me. "You're making me feel so good about myself tonight." He added.

"You're looking good all on your own tonight." I said grabbing the beer and
taking a big gulp. "And yeah, a game of pool sounds perfect."

Patrick turned back around and got some change from the bartender who was
nearly as distracting in his crisp white Oxford shirt unbuttoned to just
above his navel. He was tall and lanky with golden brown hair that was
styled in a pompadour type cut that reminded me of how Will looked the
first day of the tournament. Bartender man had a smooth, tan chest with a
large gold cross pendant and the outline of well-defined pecs exposed to
anyone who wanted to look.

He noticed me staring too and winked which Patrick saw. He looked confused
in the mirror behind the bar and immediately turned around to catch me
making eye contact with him. "Are you flirting with the bartender?" He
whispered; his face so close to mine that I could smell his expensive
cologne. It made me want to lick his stubbly cheek, but this bar had a
rough edge. There appeared to be actual bikers here so I had to behave.

I fit in, wearing a tight, thin, long sleeved black V-neck sweater, jeans,
and my bulky black biker boots.  Patrick looked a little more preppy in
jeans and a tight white polo shirt that hugged his muscular torso and
impressive guns. His jeans puckered above the center of his ass where his
belt cinched the loops together so the fabric slide into his crack making
each glute muscle its own independent round globe. It was hard to pick just
one spot to stare at but his ass won.

I grabbed us two pool cues while Patrick placed the quarters in the little
vertical slots on the side of the table and I heard the familiar sound of
all of the balls tumbling out into the built-in tray at the end of the
table. I racked them up and we played rock, paper, scissors to see who
would break. Fortunately, his paper palm covered my fist; I've never been
good at breaking.

By the middle of our third game, we were tied and I was feeling a little
buzzed drinking on an empty stomach. I stood behind Patrick as he leaned
over the table to hit a long shot and I playfully slid my cue up his inner
thigh from behind and gently tapped him in the nuts making him jump and
fucking up his shot. To his credit, he wasn't pissed but pretended to make
a scene getting up in my face and grabbing the front of my shirt like he
was going to toss me across the room but then laughed and released me. I
slapped him on the back and he tapped me in the balls unexpectedly, making
me double over. My face landed against his chest and I got another whiff of
his manly pheromones as my hand cupped my groin reflexively.

"Careful with those." I whispered in his ear as I held him by the back of
neck.

"I'm always gentle." He whispered back.

I went and grabbed us another beer while he was racking up our fourth
game. We now had challengers who'd put a row of quarters on the edge of the
table so we were going to play as a team now.

"I gotta take a piss." I said and then mouthed the words 'wanna come' so no
one else would see. He blushed and looked away. I took that as a 'yes', but
our challengers may have been annoyed by our joint absence. My semi-hard,
plump cock stuck straight out as I pissed into the open metal trough filled
with ice. I felt myself getting hard for what seemed like the twentieth
time today. It felt like high school when we all had to just walk around
boned up half of every day. I laugh every time I see Eric walking out of
school holding his books in front of his crotch. I had nothing to hide my
arousal when I left the restroom but figured I didn't know anyone here and
would never see them again so just walked through the bar with a tented
bulge.

Our challengers were somewhere in their 30's - probably between my age and
Patrick's. They were pretty cute and were far drunker so were easy to
beat. They challenged us to a rematch but it was time to get to the
restaurant so we politely turned over the table to them and walked out. The
bartender winked at me again and casually pulled the side of his open shirt
over to expose his left nipple without attracting any attention. It was
early by bar standards and not that busy yet. Now it was my turn to feel
good about myself.

"Did you see that?" I said to Patrick once we were out on the sidewalk.

"See what?" He asked.

"The bartender just flashed his nipple at me." I said still sort of amazed.

"No shit? Are you sure?" He asked.

"It's hard to flash your nipple by accident." I said. "Don't worry. I still
like your nipples better." I said winking like he had. "And all that dark
fur."

"My nipples are too small." Patrick said as if small nipples were a bad
thing. I laughed and shook my head.

"You have some self-esteem issues." I said smiling. "Which, for the record,
is crazy. You could hardly be hotter." Patrick pulled me into the alley
between the biker bar and bail bondsman's office next door. He pulled me by
my shirt just far enough to not be visible from the sidewalk and planted
his mouth on mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth. It was forceful but in
a happy, not aggressive way - and really hot. I grabbed his crotch and
found his balls inside his jeans and gave them a tug. Then I grabbed his
ass.

"It was so hard not to do that inside. Watching you bend over the pool
table made me want to pull down your jeans and start fucking you."

"Your boner didn't go unnoticed in there." He said between kisses. We heard
voices on the sidewalk and stayed silent as four girls in short skirts and
loud high heels walked by without noticing us. "We should get an Uber."

"Can I blow you in the back seat?" I asked. I've waited so long for that
uncut cock." I said. I was so horny.  How was that possible after just
dumping a load in his mouth a couple of hours ago.

Patrick opened his phone and I watched his thumb moving expertly. "They'll
be here in seven minutes."

"That gives us at least another five to make out." I said and dragged him
back into the narrow space between the buildings and starting sucking on
his neck. He smelled so good. This 'date' was going much better than I'd
expected so far.

Part 3: The RESTAURANT

"That meal was great. I ate too much though. I'm a sucker for homemade
pasta." I said after the waitress brought us tiny glasses of limoncello.

"I know. Me too. Maybe Italian wasn't such a good plan." Patrick said
rubbing his belly.

"It's a good thing we got the sex out of way early." I said now feeling
bloated and lazy. Patrick laughed in agreement.

"You wanna stay out? I had a couple other spots to hit up for a night cap,
but I'm actually kinda ready for the couch." He said.

"Thank god. I thought you were gonna make me stay out 'til all hours like
last time. I could rally if I had to but I'm happy to just go back and hang
out. We have all weekend and it's been a long day with the drive." I
said. "Plus, it's more comfortable sucking your cock again in bed instead
of the men's room at Cell Block." I added joking. Patrick smiled but only
with his mouth - not his eyes - and he didn't laugh. I think I sounded a
bit slutty for his taste.

"Did you want to go to Cell Block again?" He asked. "Since you've been
there already, it wasn't on my short list for this weekend. It's a big city
after all...and it's not one of our regular hangouts. That was kind of a
fluke actually. Caleb talked me into it. It had been a long time."

"I think I am a little outside their target demographic. It was really fun
to be somewhere where we could...be ourselves...so to speak - new side of
ourselves anyway - but I don't need to go back." I said and meant it.

"You sure? I'm sure your friend, Dix will be dancing." He said in way that
seemed more jealous than considerate. He was being a little possessive for
our first official date. Maybe I was reading too much into his tone. Maybe
he was just tired.

"I doubt Dixon even remembers me." I lied. I was sure Dix would be happy to
see me although disappointed Will was not here too - even if his dance card
was full. Patrick smiled again, apparently content I wasn't back in town
partially to relive my Cell Block experience.

We argued over who should pay. "I got this." Patrick said reaching for the
bill when our pretty young waitress dropped off the black leather folder.

"That hardly seems right." I said. "You're the host. I should pay. Plus,
you got the beers at the bar." I paused. "And I've already put out." I
added in a lower voice, smiling. Patrick burst out laughing.

"Ok, fine. You get tonight. I'll get tomorrow." He said.

"That sounds like a song." I said hearing Bob Seger's raspy voice in my
head, to which he gave me a blank stare. I felt the decade between our ages
suddenly even though classic rock wasn't my era either but at least I knew
it - and appreciated it. I wasn't sure if I should feel good about that
fact. On the one hand, other than Will, my encounters so far had all been
with very hot, younger guys. On the other, did that make me the creepy
older man wanting to relive his youth? I decided to feel good about it and
not feel old. I was only 40. I was still in my prime. Ever since the split
though I'd been feeling the weight of crossing that threshold. Will was
41. Technically he was an older man. I liked that. Patrick probably
listened to Brittany Spears.

The waitress returned with Patrick's card and receipt to sign. "You two
have a good time together tonight." She said winking at us and walked
away. What's with all the winking tonight?

Waitresses - especially young ones - probably with daddy issues - almost
always flirt with me. It used to drive my ex nuts. Her wink was not
flirtatious this time though. It was conspiratorial. The way she added
'together" to her statement: She knew we were on a date. I was a little
disturbed that our vibe was something that could be read by a busy
stranger. Patrick apparently didn't notice any of this - or was used to
it. He signed the receipt, grabbed his card, and we left.

Part 4: The CONDO

"I'm gonna strip down into something comfortable. I gotta get out of these
pants. We could watch a movie." Patrick said, kicking off his shoes as soon
as we'd shut the door to his condo. "Alexa: nighttime lights and music."
'Wow', I thought: servants.

A second later the overhead light in the entry alcove dimmed, small lights
along the floor of the hallway came on, providing just enough illumination
to find your way if it was dark, and the sound system kicked on, playing an
Adele ballad just loud enough to hear. This place was several levels above
my building.  Even though he wasn't a partner yet, he was obviously doing
well. The jury was still out on his taste in music though. Maybe it was a
Pandora station. Adele could go either way.

"Classy." I said in a joking tone as I bent over to take off my heavy
boots, but I was actually sincere.

Patrick laughed. "Caleb set this up. He's an electrician and installs
high-end A/V equipment for a living.  One of the friends and family perks."

"Sweet" I said pulling my sweater off over my head. Patrick looked
surprised. I guess I should have waited until we were in the bedroom to
start undressing. "I'm usually just in my skivvies once I'm home."

"I like that plan." He said pulling off his shirt too as I followed him to
his bedroom. I'd forgotten about his giant dragon tattoo. It was vibrant
and elaborate and spread from shoulder to shoulder and about halfway down
his back. It didn't seem like him at all to have one, especially now that I
knew him better. I was definitely going to have to get the story behind how
it came to be. I was briefly transfixed by it. It had been too dark to see
it at Caleb's house and he had mostly been behind me, shoving his dick up
my ass. My eyes eventually moved back downward and remained glued to his
ass again. His ass stuck out so far, I pictured resting a beer bottle at
the top of his crack. He loosened his belt as he walked and suddenly his
jeans slipped down to show off the words Andrew Christian.

"You've got a fine ass, my friend." I said. Patrick spun around and wrapped
his arms around my neck and kissed me still holding his shirt in one hand.

"I need to brush my teeth. I think I have pretty bad garlic breath." I
said, self-consciously.

"I can't tell." He said and plunged his tongue further into my mouth
forcing me to open wide. I grabbed his ass and we fell onto the bed making
out. We both laughed and rolled onto our backs.

"I can't remember when I had a weekend away from literally everyone I know
with no responsibilities.  I'm not sure what I've been doing. I've had the
last ten months with every other weekend free and never thought to come
here." I said thinking out loud. Then I realized that maybe didn't sound
that good - like Patrick didn't count as someone I knew and that I was just
doing this to get away. "I guess I just needed a cute tour guide with a
beautiful smile and a perfect ass to lure me away." I quickly added.  Good
save. Patrick rolled over on top of me and kissed me some more. His goatee
felt so hot against my face and his chest hair was trimmed close making it
prickly against my nipples. I could feel his dick getting hard against my
crotch.

"Let's get more comfortable. We have all night. I seriously want to brush
my teeth." I said and Patrick moaned and rolled off of me and started
unzipping his fly. He brought his knees to his chest and pulled his pants
around his ass and off. He was still in his sexy Andrew Christian briefs
that were bright yellow with sky blue piping around the legs and on each
side of his bulge. I reached over and grabbed that bulge and jiggled it a
little until his semi-hard dick head peeked out above the waist band. He
turned his head to look at me.

"Sorry. I couldn't help it." I said smiling. He leaned in to kiss me
again. "Get your pants off." He said. I complied by bringing my knees to my
chest as well except I pulled off my underwear too.

"So we're getting really comfortable?" He said laughing.

"So comfortable." I said smiling and slid to the end of the bed and pulled
off his briefs while lying on my stomach. My cock was hard again rubbing
against his comforter. I hoped he didn't mind I was leaking already a
little. I scooted up between his legs and cupped my right hand under his
balls. "You're not gonna believe how comfortable your cock is gonna be."
And then I went down on it. "Mmmmm." I moaned as I felt his soft foreskin
slide down around his mushroom-shaped head.

"You don't have to do this again." He said but he leaned his head back on
his leather headboard and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorta doing this despite whether you want me to or not." I said
pulling my lips just far enough off of his head to speak. Then I engulfed
his head again and swirled my tongue around. I loved sucking this uncut
cock so much. I pulled off again. "I love this fat fucker so much. You
might get tired of blow jobs by Sunday." I added and went back down on him,
feeling his rock hard shaft pass through my lips as I swallowed him all the
way down.

"Not likely." He grunted and spread his hairy legs further. I tugged on his
sack and just kept blowing him for about ten minutes. Then his phone
buzzed. He was in the zone and ignored it. He was thrusting into my mouth a
little and moaning softly but he didn't seem to be getting that close. His
breathing was still steady. I sat up on my knees, reached under his thighs
and pulled his legs up in the air to expose his ass.  His crack was a mass
of sweaty black fur. I held his legs up and dove back between his legs. I
kissed his pucker and started licking his hole.

"Oh, Fuck!" He said. "I haven't had my ass eaten since..." he stopped
himself before bringing up his ex again. I appreciated that although
picturing them fucking made my dick drip more onto his comforter. I humped
the bed as I worked on his little pink hole. I was hoping he'd let me fuck
him now although I was happy waiting 'til tomorrow too. We had all weekend
and my earlier orgasm had taken the edge off my desperation to fuck. It had
been too long though - since Will and I had been in the hotel room. That
room where everything changed. I got a new wave of horniness and kept
grinding my boner into the bed.

His phone buzzed again. "You're popular tonight" I mumbled into his
ass. The nightstand was within reach so he swung his arm over to grab
it. He glanced at it and then set it back down. I thought about saying
something snarky like, "is that your other date?" But didn't want to sound
equally jealous when the thought of adding another dick into the mix
sounded fun.

My nose was between his balls. I licked up between them and up the
underside of his shaft. I sucked his head into my mouth and swirled my
tongue between his head and foreskin. I could do that all night.  Then I
went back at his hole. His phone buzzed again. It was starting to get
distracting.

"Is that the same person?" I asked.

Patrick sounded pissed off when he responded - at the caller - not at
me. "It's Caleb. The fucker won't leave me alone." He said.

"Does he know I'm here?" I asked.

"Yes. He's probably checking to see how it's...whether we're having fun."
He said.

"Just answer it." I said. "I can blow you while you talk. It'll be hot." I
said.

"Um, ok." He said and reached back over to the nightstand.

"Cay. What's up, Bro?" He said into the phone. "Yeah. Good. He's
good. We're actually kinda busy." He paused listening to Caleb
speak. "Jesus. Shut the fuck up." He said with a strange mix of annoyance
and amusement that made me wonder what Caleb had said. "No. We're
home. No. We're not."

"Not what?" I lifted my head from his crotch to ask, wondering if Caleb had
asked if we were in the middle of sex and Patrick was too shy - or polite -
to admit it.

"Not dressed." Patrick whispered to me, still listening to Caleb.

"Not exactly." He said into the phone, answering another of Caleb's
questions. I gave him an inquisitive look.

"He asked me if you were sucking my cock." Patrick said to me. Then he
listened again and said, "Fuck you!" to Caleb in a tone that strangely
sounded both angry and amused. He turned back to me. "He wants me to
clarify that he actually said, 'tiny, shriveled, toddler penis', not
'cock'." I could tell we both wanted to laugh but didn't.

"Give me the phone." I demanded. Patrick looked worried but reluctantly
handed me his iPhone. I released Patrick's left leg to hold the phone to my
ear.

"Caleb! How's it going, Buddy?" I said and didn't wait for a response. "I
am currently taking a break from tonguing your friend's fuzzy man pussy and
sniffing his sweaty ball sack. I might be at that for another few minutes
before I swallow his beautiful, fat cock head down my throat until I can
feel his rock hard shaft start to twitch against my tongue when I'll know I
get to taste another of his sweet, creamy loads."  I finally paused. He was
uncharacteristically silent. "How's your night going?" I continued. "Home
alone stroking your dick to some daddy bear porn tonight?" I said and then
regretted giving him so much shit. I like him a lot. He's fun. I just
didn't like him busting Patrick's balls. Patrick is sensitive and not that
good at taking it - at least not right now. There was still a pause.

"Oh. You're finished?" He said. "Just wanted to make sure your dramatic
soliloquy was over. I'm about to fuck my Grinrdr date. Say hello...what was
your name again?" He apparently asked his random hook up in the background
who I overheard tell Caleb his name was Sam. "Say hello, Sam." Then Caleb
apparently passed the phone to this Sam dude. This was crazy but funny.

"Uh, hello?" Sam said.

"Hey Sam. How's it going?" I asked and looked at Patrick who was staring at
me in disbelief.

"Uh, good." Sam responded. I decided to put him on speaker.

"You're on speaker phone now, Sam. Say hello to Patrick...Patrick is best
friends with the guy about to fuck you silly." I said into the air.

Patrick smiled. "Nice to meet you, Sam."

"Uh, hey Pat." Sam said and we heard him switch to speaker phone too.

"Whoa, there buddy." I interrupted. "Rule number one: never call him
Pat. He hates that. He's Patrick.  Always. He's very formal. Except for
me. I'm allowed to call him Paddy....but that's because I let him fuck me
so hard. And spank me, although he doesn't seem to like that as much as I
do." I said while looking Patrick in the eyes and shaking my head and
mouthing 'I don't want to be spanked' which made him laugh. He was so
happy. I could tell everything I was amusing him. I wanted him to feel
happy and secure and confident. He was way too hot and sweet not to be.

"Uh, sorry...Patrick. Good to meet you...I guess."

"So, Sam. Have you actually seen Caleb's giant cock yet? If not, you're in
for a treat...or a beating...or maybe both." Patrick busted out laughing.

"You're funnier than I remember." Caleb said rejoining the conversation.

"You're douchier than I remember." I said. Patrick now howled out loud and
leaned over to kiss me. I heard Caleb laugh at that one too. "I'm just
giving you shit, buddy. You guys have a fun time. I gotta get back to
sucking Paddy's beautiful boner. Nice to meet you, Sam. Sorry about what's
about to happened to your ass." I said and all three of us laughed
again. Sam was silent. I took the phone off speaker and handed it back to
Patrick who took it smiling. "Seriously, I miss your dick."

Patrick whispered, "I love you for that." And went back to talking to
Caleb. "Yeah. Yeah. Maybe. Let's talk tomorrow. Yes. We did that
already. Yes. It was awesome. You too. Thanks. Bye." He said and hung up.

"What the fuck?!" He said. "Still recommending I answer the phone?" He
added laughing.

"I thought that was fun. But, yeah - turn your phone off now." I said
smiling and dove back down on his cock. I thought I'd be starting from
scratch and my jaw was actually getting a little sore - but the
conversation with Caleb apparently turned him on even though he was
pretending to be exasperated.  He watched me blow him for another few
minutes and I felt him getting harder and breathing faster. He was holding
his ass up off the bed and thrusting vigorously into my mouth. His chest
glistened with sweat. I tugged on his nuts again and he grunted.

"Oh, fuck yeah! FUCK, YEAH! I'm gonna nut. I'm gonna nut so..." and then he
did. I felt his balls slide up in my palm under his cock and he started
spewing his load into my mouth. His seed tasted so good. I sucked until he
was coming down from his high and then I climbed up on top of him,
straddling his chest and started jacking off at his face. "Fuck yeah. Scoot
up. Nut in my mouth." I moved up his chest until I could get my cock in his
mouth just far enough that I could continue to stroke the base with my
thumb and fingertips. I could feel his trimmed chest hair against my
freshly shaved balls. He sucked hard on my head and then he grabbed my
balls. That always works. I grunted and shot into him. I watched his mouth
continue to suck as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

I finally pulled out and I watched the last of my semen get caught in his
dense, black goatee. I slide down and licked it off his facial hair and
kissed him. Then I slid down further and just laid on top of him catching
my breath. My stubbly face rubbed against his like Velcro. Our wet cocks
were mashed together. It felt both erotic and relaxing. I slide my hands
under his back and held onto his muscular lats.  I always found it weird
that you could feel tattoos on someone's skin. I finally rolled off and we
laid next to each other on our backs.

"Your bed is comfortable. Maybe it's just you." I said. Patrick laughed.

"It ought to be comfortable. It cost a fucking fortune." He said,
complaining, not bragging.

"So tell me the story behind the tattoo." I asked. "I have to say, it
doesn't really seem like you. It's really beautiful though. It looks like
it took a long time."

"It did. It took five - or maybe six trips to the artist. I can't remember
anymore. I got it in college. I used student loan money." He paused to
laugh at his youthful, financial irresponsibility. "It took almost an
entire semester of going back. The guys in the house gave me shit about it
in the showers when it was only partially finished...but they changed their
tune once it was done." I could tell he was proud of it.

"House?" I asked. "Were you in a frat? Or just off campus?"

"Yeah. Lambda Delta. I got it Spring semester of my junior year." He
said. I didn't recognize the name.

"Cool. I was in a frat too." I said. "It was fun. So was your nickname
'Dragon'?"

"Dragon Master." He said. I tried to stifle a look of amusement.

"Dragon Master?" I asked as though I didn't understand. I was hoping I
didn't anyway. "Sounds ominous."

"Not really. I played a lot of Dungeons & Dragons and was the one who set
up the games. Do you play?"  He asked.

"I never have." I said and wanted so badly to add, 'because I wasn't a
total nerd in college and it wasn't junior high.' But I refrained. Suddenly
many things fell into place. I wanted to see pictures of him as a
teenager. My guess was that he had recently grown into his hotness and had
been a less attractive geek in his youth which would explain his lingering
insecurity - and his over-achieving. I felt conflicted. Part of me wanted
to put him in a headlock and pants him but I wasn't that asshole in high
school so why start now. The other part of me thought it only made him
sweeter. He was earnest and ambitious. You could tell he struggled to let
loose. It was a good thing he was so hot.

"So where are your Star Wars action fixtures? I asked with a straight face
that I could only hold onto so long before I broke into a wide smirk.

"Fucker." He said smiling back. "I know - I'm a nerd. Sue me."

"I'm not suing an attorney." I said and kissed him. "And I'm hoping I wake
up with my arm over that dragon's tail."

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