Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2023 07:07:24 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Getting my medicine - Urination (part 7)

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I was concerned about Patrick and the possibility of domestics, so I
walked him home, hand in hand. I could have gotten him home sooner by
driving, but I felt he still needed time to process his feelings for
himself. It had been a big day for the small, young 13-year-old, from
confessing his sexuality to his dad and being rejected to then revealing
his adoration for me and my reflection on that. Yes, I had a wife, but
this was a boy, and Patrick had needs too. He had been brave to tell me
he felt what he did, and I had been brave to admit I had similar feelings
for him.
We walked slowly together to his house, letting him have all the time he
needed to think. His small hand gripped mine as we drew nearer to his
home and his worry about his dad. Patrick was clearly nervous. He was
nervous about what was going to happen when we got there--whether it
would be more shouting from his father or whether we would find an empty
house. Thankfully, as we walked up the garden path and entered through
the front door, it was the latter.

"Where is your bedroom?" I asked the second we knew the coast was clear.

"Through there." Patrick pointed. "But dad only lets me go in there at
night to sleep and to pray. I don't get to go in there during the day."

"Well, your dad isn't here. So today, it will be where you sleep, pray,
and get fucked. I'm going to fuck you on your bed, Patrick, before your
dad gets home."

"Oh! Mr. B! Okay!"

I took his arm and pulled him in the direction he had indicated. He
quickly trotted ahead to show me the way, his round white shorts and
caramel thighs taking the lead. I loved that he was enthusiastic about
getting his first fuck; his excited bottom was almost skipping to his
room.

His room was very simple, much simpler than Jason's. He had a bed with
barely more than a sheet and a blanket. There was no "boy" stuff in
there; the only decorations were crosses, Jesus statues, and a bible. He
might as well be living as a nun with how little he had in there.

"This is my room," Patrick announced, turning to face me. "It's not
much."

"It was enough to hide some porno magazines under your mattress for a
time." I winked.

I could only imagine what poor Patrick went through in this house with
such a basic room and such limited privacy. His teen hormones would be
raging, and he had so little opportunity for relief. He must have been
horny all the time, and his fuzzy little cock was a testament that he
must be jerking off somewhere.

"How are you going to fuck me?" Patrick asked, looking up at me
hopefully. I took him by the shoulder as we both sat down on the side of
his bed.

"First, you mustn't tell your parents about this," I told him sternly.
"Not your mom, your dad, not even James. He wouldn't understand."

"I won't."

"No, you need to promise me, Patrick. If James or your parents ever find
out, we can never be together again. I know you and James share a lot of
things, but this is one of those things you cannot share. Okay?"

"I promise, Mr. B."

I hugged him tightly. We both needed this. He had waited so long, and he
had been under my feet, wanting me inside him all this time. His arms
wrapped around my belly in return, not quite long enough to return the
bear hug I was giving him.

"Now," I said, releasing him. Do you need to pee again?"

Patrick nodded his head and grinned.

"Well, we should take care of that first, and then I will fuck you. Take
off your clothes."

Patrick didn't need any convincing as he pulled off his shirt and
clothes, letting them fall on the floor. My mouth drew dry at the thought
of drinking his golden boy nectar from his penis again. The layers
quickly dropped, revealing more and more of his beautiful olive skin. He
left his underwear for last, letting me peel those off of him, his chunky
furry balls bulging against the front of his briefs.

Patrick's penis protruded from his nestle of pubic hair, and his nice
round balls gently jostled between his thighs. I carefully and gently
turned him, moving him onto his back and spreading his knees wide apart.
Patrick watched me curiously as I lowered my face into his humid groin,
slipping his slender penis into my mouth. It was a position I had been in
many times already, and I was more than happy to drink from his cock
again.

Patrick closed his eyes as he focused on his task, his tummy heaving in
and out in front of my vision before he sighed softly and his pee began
to trickle. He tasted a little sharper than usual, his steamy stream
increasing pressure as he emptied himself into my mouth. His dark pubic
hair tickled my nose as I swallowed his generous offering, his peehole
delivering the day's second helping of heady teenage piss.

"Mmm. Tasty, as always. " I licked my lips and said

Patrick just giggled.

With Patrick's bladder now empty, I reconnected his knees, grabbed him by
the ankles, and pushed him backward. Patrick watched me with a sparkle in
his brown eyes as I folded him over, his teenage rosebud now open and
waiting for me. His beautiful tanned skin and his spread teenage rosebud
looked more inviting than any woman I had ever had sex with. His gorgeous
pucker was hairless and ripe for fucking, and his balls protruded from
between his closed thighs, open and vulnerable.

Taking a quick moment, I couldn't help but taste his hanging fruit,
burying my head between his thighs once more. Patrick's voice broke as I
sucked his tender teenage balls into my mouth, his fingers clawing at my
scalp as I satisfied his sex-deprived body. His young body arched with
pleasure as I massaged his testes with my lips, his testosterone-engorged
cock growing hard and juicy. His balls tasted sweaty and nutty, and the
aroma of his sack was like the smell of fresh baking all around me.
Patrick's eyes were glazed over as I pulled my mouth off of him; his eyes
dropped to my pants, and I began to pull out my cock.

"Gosh, Mr. B. I don't think I've ever seen your cock."

As I undid my fly, I kept one hand wrapped around Patrick's ankles,
bending him slightly to look at his boypussy again. Patrick's eyes were
fixed on my adult-sized cock, as I knelt in front of his virgin hole, my
cock twitching at the sight. "Do you want me to enter you slowly or
quickly?" I panted.

"Just put it all in me, Mr. B. I want it."

A trickle of sweat rolled down my forehead as I nudged the spongy head of
my cock against Patrick's ass. His skin was so hot against mine, and the
sex was so thick in the air. Fucking my wife was nothing like this. I
took a firmer grip on his feet and pushed my cock into Patrick's hole.
The head was the first to go in, causing both of us to gasp as our bodies
connected, my cock partially lodged inside him for the first time. I
adjusted once again and then plunged my cock into the deepest depths of
his hole. Patrick whimpered as my length drilled into him, his grabbing
hands clawing at my arms.

"Are you okay, buddy?"

"Yes... " Patrick gasped. "Mr. B., your cock is in me. Mr. B's cock...
mmm... "

My wife was never willing to let me fuck her, but now my cock is buried
in a boy less than half her age. My cock felt like it was on fire;
Patrick's vice-like sphincter was squeezing my shaft tight. Patrick's
face twisted with lust, his eyes shut, and he bit his lower lip as I
fucked in the rest of my cock.

"Oh, my god!" Patrick exclaimed, his eyes flying open as I filled him.
Fuck. I was fucking a boy. My cock was inside a thirteen-year-old boy!
The smell of raw teen sex surrounded us, the sweet smell of boy sweat
mixing with my own. His skin glistened as I fucked into his sex hole, his
eyes rolling back in his head. Cars rushed down the street outside, their
drivers oblivious to the fuck going on and my cock slapping away at this
boy's ass. Our laboured breathing filled the room as I humped my son's
best friend.

"Patrick?" I called to him.

"Oh, Mr. B," Patrick said dreamily. "I've never felt anything like it.
Fuck my hole forever."

"Can I kiss you, Patrick?"

"Yeah..."

I leaned down onto him, my body folding his like a pretzel. My cock
pressed even deeper into his hot space as I kissed his boyish lips, the
tip of my cock ticking against his prostate. I kissed him lightly at
first, then, parting his lips with my tongue, I explored his mouth, his
tongue letting mine do the work. With our bodies together, I came inside
Patrick, my cock throbbing, and filling him full with my cum.

"There..." I whispered into his ear. "You have my cum inside you now,
Patrick. That is how much you mean to me. And if you keep our little
secret, I can fuck you again, and again, and again.

"Yes, Mr. B. I want that."


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