Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2010 22:11:29 -0400
From: vlad 885 <vlad885 (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: My Young Boyfriend 2

After adding Sam as a friend on Facebook, Pat sat back in the computer
chair.  He'd been easy to find, as the man's profile photo was a head shot,
showing him wearing a tie. Pat liked reviewing the man's life, seeing the
photo's of where he'd been.  It seemed to be in sharp contrast to Pat's own
simple life.  He didn't even have his own computer; this one belonged to
his older sister Cindy.  It was in a quiet nook off the dinning room, where
he was afforded some privacy.  Cindy allowed Pat to use the computer when
she didn't need it, while her boyfriend Dan had no interest in the
machine. Pat only had a few friends on Facebook, a couple of relatives, and
a few kids from the high school he used to attend, some of which he'd
barely ever spoken to.  He did, however, have a couple of friends in
school, but he never saw them, now that he was working. In fact, the people
he considered his friends today, were online gamers.  The excitement of
being friends with Sam made Pat giddy; he had been friendly with guys at
work and the gym before, but he just didn't seem to fit in with people his
own age.  He just hoped that things worked out with Sam, and that he didn't
turn out to be one of those guys who was just pretending to be nice; Pat
had gotten ahead of himself before.

It was a few days before Pat saw Sam again; the man was disappointingly
absent on Monday, but when Pat arrived at the gym on Tuesday, his new
friend was already there working out.  His excitement got the better of
him, as he pranced over to greet the man.

"Hi, Sam!" Pat beamed.

Sam nodded, as he continued lifting weights, making it clear, in his mind,
that he was busy, although he was pleased to see his eye candy once again.

"You weren't here yesterday," Pat pressed, wondering why Sam wasn't
responsive.

Sam completed his reps, as the kid waited; there was no way that he was
going to stop just to talk; after all, this was a gym.

"Hey, kid. Yeah, I was busy with work yesterday," Sam answered, as the boy
clearly wasn't leaving without a conversation.

"I'm here at the same time everyday . . . well, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
and Thursday.  Not Friday, though; that's when I see my mom," Pat blurted
excitedly.

"Yeah, you mentioned that.  Why don't you get going on your workout?" Sam
suggested, as he thought the kid was overly friendly today.  He wondered if
accepting him on Facebook was wise after all.  On the one hand, he did want
a link to Pat, but he was concerned about what the other guys at the gym
would think of him being friends with someone so much younger.

Pat complied, and carried on with his lifting. Thankfully, he positioned
himself so that Sam could get a good look at the young lifter, carefully
and casually, of course.


When Sam got up to go the shower, Pat was close behind.  Just as the man
turned the water on, he heard a young voice next to him.

"What's Hawaii like?" Pat quizzed.

It seemed like an odd out-of-the-blue question, until it dawned on him that
Pat must have been reviewing his online vacation photos.

"Lots of beaches and surfer dudes," Sam replied, as he glanced around to
ensure they were the only two in the showers again today.  This mid-morning
time-slot seemed to work out perfectly, in terms of there being a lull in
gym activity. Sam wondered if Pat would get the inference of surfer dudes,
although he hadn't mentioned how cute they all were, many right around
Pat's age.  Most men would talk about the hot chicks on the beach, but
having mentioned surfer boys, Sam was hoping to gauge Pat's reaction.
Would he ask about the numerous hot bikini babes, or would he be brave
enough to admit to being interested in surfers?

"I don't know how to surf," Pat replied disappointedly, as he figured that
Sam must be into the sport.

"Oh, I don't surf myself; it's just something I noticed," Sam mentioned,
making a second attempt to get a reading from Pat. The fact that he hadn't
yet asked about the babes was at least a neutral indicator of his
sexuality.

Sam turned to allow Pat to see his body, while still moving in a casual
fashion.  He hoped to catch Pat looking down to see what awaited him, if he
wanted it.  He also checked out the boy, as Pat rambled on about video
games, likely because it was a subject that he was comfortable with, but
Sam did have to give him some credit for at least trying to find a topic of
discussion by mentioning Hawaii. Pat was indeed fine looking, even when
wet, where his hair turned into a mop.  The kid wasn't hot in the usual
sense of the phrase, but he was cute in his own youthful way.  Sam imagined
Pat with his pubes shaved, just like the boys in the videos he downloaded.
He knew that he was getting semi-erect, but with no one else around, it
didn't seem like much of a risk.  The question was . . . would Pat either
react with words, or a hard-on of his own?

Sam was a bit disappointed that Pat seemed oblivious to his albeit subtle
cues.  It made him wonder if Pat had noticed, and, to hide any
embarrassment, went on about the video games, and kept his focus well above
the belt. He dressed, with his young friend beside him, lamenting that it
was likely a fantasy relationship that would never see fruition. The
consideration now would be the exit strategy: would he want to just be
friends with Pat and get his shower time with him?  It would be something
at least, but would Pat eventually turn on him at some point and shout
'dude, stop perving me,' or some other just as embarrassing phrase?

As they left the building, he used the same technique as before, flipping
his phone out to make a call.  Pat lingered, wondering if they were
done. He liked Sam a lot, and wanted to hang around with him, but he knew
the man had his own life, and wouldn't be going to the mall with him.  He
should just leave now and not look like a goof waiting to be told to go,
but Sam's back was to him as he used his phone; it felt too rude to just
walk away without even a wave or something.  Pat decided he'd stand a
respectful distance, until Sam turned toward him, and then he'd wave and
head off.

Focused on Sam, Pat didn't see the three young men surround him.

"Hey, there, Pat-tard," they greeted him, as one snatched his gym bag off
his shoulder.

It was three kids he'd gone to high school with, and none could be
considered his friend.

"Give it back!" Pat snapped, as he grabbed for his gym bag, held out
temptingly by one of his tormentors.

"Oh, too slow, Pat-tard," the boy teased.

Suddenly, the bag was snatched, and was in Sam's hand, as the assailant
hadn't paid any attention to the seemingly random adult.  The three boys
bolted, as they appeared out-classed by the larger man.

Sam considered that they likely posed no real threat to Pat; they were just
kids tormenting another, but they weren't kids anymore - they were young
men now, and this kind of behaviour should have been long past them. Pat
took his bag back from Sam, and started walking away without a word.  He
was clearly upset, but whether he was embarrassed or afraid, Sam couldn't
determine.

"You want to get a coffee or something?" Sam offered, hoping to console the
kid.  Whether he intended it or not, he did care about Pat.

Pat stopped and turned to face Sam.  The question seemed completely
separate from what had just happened, as though the man was pretending it
didn't happen, which was fine by Pat.

"Ok," Pat replied softly.

"My car is over this way." Sam pointed to the parking lot, as Pat hadn't
moved.

As the two walked to Sam's car, Pat broke the silence; Sam knew he would,
as the kid wasn't one to stay quiet for long.

"Sorry you had to deal with those guys," Pat mumbled.

"It wasn't your fault; three against one isn't a fair fight," Sam replied,
in a tone that he hoped would make Pat feel that it was no big deal.  In
fact, Sam considered that their going for coffee was the bigger deal.  It
wasn't how he'd expected it, but he knew that Pat was likely just
interested in having a protector around, until he settled down.

"This is your car?" Pat exclaimed, as they stopped by a green Porsche.  Sam
got in, thinking the question rather stupid; of course it was his - he had
the key, after all.

"It's the 911 GT3," Sam informed, when Pat got in. He considered that it
was the first time that he'd had a young man sitting in the seat beside
him.

"It's really nice," Pat gushed, as he mentally compared it to his sister's
car. The leather seat seemed to grip him, as he reclined, with his legs
disappearing under the dash. Pat knew that Sam must have a lot of money to
afford a car like this, and vacations like Hawaii; certainly more money
than he'd ever have.

"Thanks, but it doesn't have a built in Xbox," Sam joked, as he drove off,
heading for a café he knew, not too far away.  He touched Pat on the middle
of this thigh.  It was just a brief reassuring little squeeze that a man
might give to his son, but certainly not something a man would give to
another man.  It was another message to the kid ? we're going on our first
date.

"You could get a Play Station Portable," Pat suggested, only half joking.
He would enjoy teaching the man how to use a game machine, and it would
give them something in common, other than the gym.  Pat felt comfortable
with Sam's driving, and just being in his car.

Pat followed Sam into a Starbucks; he'd never actually been in one, simply
because he'd never had a reason to.  He had, of course, walked by one, and
understood what they sold, but had none of the details.

"What do you want?" Sam asked Pat, as they walked to the front counter.

"Whatever you're having," Pat replied, thinking it safer than trying to
find something on the menu.

"Two grande vanilla lattes, please," Sam ordered.

Pat had no clue what he was getting, and was happy to not have to decipher
the cryptic ordering process.  He figured Sam would have thought him a
little kid if he ordered a hot chocolate or something.  The total came to
almost nine dollars; Pat had no idea coffee could be so expensive, and was
thankful that Sam paid for them both, without even asking.

When they sat at the table, Sam was the one to break the silence, as they
sipped on their lattes.

"So who is Pat?" he asked, hoping to get his young motor mouth going again.

The question seemed strange to the young man; the only answer he could come
up with was, 'me', but that just seemed a stupid thing to say, so he said
nothing.

"Where do you work?" Sam continued, when faced with the boy's perplexed
expression, even as cute as it was.

"At the grocery," Pat replied, thinking it a lame job that wouldn't impress
anyone.

"What do you do there?" Sam pressed.

"I stock the shelves ? help customers ? and stuff like that," Pat replied,
wondering why Sam had any interest.

"That sounds interesting," Sam offered.

"It's not," Pat chuckled, with a smile.

"You have to remember where all the products are; that must be
challenging," Sam suggested.

"It's easy," Pat countered, not really wanting to dwell on his stupid job.

"When did you finish high school?" Sam carried on.

"I dropped out two years ago," Pat said, as he looked away, embarrassed to
admit what should have been obvious to his older friend.

"You ever considered going back?" Sam wondered.

"No!" Pat snapped with finality; there was no way he would go back to that
torment.

The force of the response took Sam aback.  He wondered if the kid was tired
of the interrogation or if he'd just hit a sensitive subject. Pat's
normally loquacious personality seemed to have disappeared, forcing Sam
into the question and answer session.

"I own a computer consulting company; it's just a few guys that work for me
on contract, and I live alone.  Do you live on your own?" Sam attempted to
restart things by telling Pat a bit about himself.

"I live with my sister; well she's not really my sister; and her
boyfriend," Pat reported.

"That sounds interesting," Sam said, to try and keep the kid talking.

"Well, my mom adopted me when I was little kid, but she got sick, and she's
in a long-term care place, so her daughter moved into our house, with Dan,
her boyfriend," Pat explained, as his tone returned to normal, happy to be
off the subject of returning to school.

"Is your sister around your age?" Sam asked, figuring she had to be older.

"Oh, way older; she's in her thirties," Pat informed.

"How old do you think I am?" Sam asked, wondering if the boy realized just
how much of an age gap there was between them.

"I don't know, thirty-five?" Pat guessed, hoping he hadn't insulted the
man; he really had no idea how to estimate someone's age.

"Would you be surprised to learn that I'm forty-two?" Sam replied, as he
carefully studied the boy's expression for a real response.

"Wow! You look really good for forty-two!" Pat complimented, with his
expression showing that he really believed that.

 "You look really good, too," Sam replied casually, hoping to get a sign
from Pat of what he really wanted to know.

"I don't," Pat blushed. "That's why I work out," he shrugged.

"You're getting there; I can see muscle definition on you," Sam offered in
response, hoping the blush meant something.

"So where do we go from here?" Sam asked in his business speak.

"I have to be at work by two.  I work 2 p.m. until close, Monday to
Thursday," Pat explained, pre-empting more questions on the topic.

"Good; then we can see a movie Saturday night," Sam said, going all in.
This was it; would Pat commit to a proper date?

"What movie?" Pat wondered.  It had been a long time since he'd gone to a
theatre; it was before his mom went to the care facility.  His sister and
her boyfriend never invited him when they went, but he understood; that was
a date night for them.

"You pick one," Sam replied, hoping it wouldn't be just some random
violence flick.

"Ok," Pat agreed.

"Awesome! I'll pick you up at seven?" Sam exploded with excitement, but
tried to keep his tone level.

"I'll just meet you at the theatre," Pat suggested, as he felt insulted
that he needed to be picked up like some little kid.

"Whatever works; Saturday at seven then. Here's my card - call or email if
anything changes," Sam said, not wishing to be left standing around waiting
for a kid who would never arrive.

The pair separated, leaving Sam euphoric, as he considered the movie night
to be his first date in years, and it was going to be with someone right
out of his impossible fantasies.


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