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One In a Million

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A slim hairless figure was all it took to make my head spin. I leaned back against the bar rail and watched as the barely legal twinks pranced around me. They knew what a guy like me could offer and they were begging for it. It brought a smile of amusement to my face. Of course I knew that they would never lead to more than a one-night stand, but on some cold nights that was all I needed.

The music seemed to get louder week after week. I really was getting too old for this, but I refused to stay at home on a Saturday night with just the touch of my hand to keep me company. At least in the bars I had my pick of the litter. A few of the tricks I recognized from weeks past. They tried their best to get my attention, but I’ve never been interested in second helpings.

My eyes settled on a tall Latino boy. His hair was jet black and his eyes a perfect match. His jeans were cut low and hung loosely around his hips; he looked like he had been poured into them. His shirt was carelessly tucked into his back pocket. My eyes caressed his smooth silky skin from across the room. He turned my way and gave me a half smile. I raised my glass to him in acknowledgement.

His smile widened and my dick hardened. I couldn’t wait to plunge it inside his little Latin hole. His body twisted and turned with the beat of the music, mesmerizing me further. I motioned for him to come join me. He winked at me and continued to dance. Once the song was over, he made his way through the crowd, the twinks that were near by leered at him.

“Mark,” I said as I extended my hand.

He took it with a surprisingly firm grip.

“I’m Eduardo,” he smiled, “but all my friends call me E.”

“E? Short for Eduardo?”

“Could be.”

He was coy, a familiar twink trait. I offered to buy him a drink, but the giant red x prohibited. He was marked as under 21, which I liked.

“So you come here often?” I asked. “This is the first time I’ve seen you.”

“Oh come on now, aren’t you a little old to still be using that line?”

He winked and I laughed.

“Alright, you got me.”

He shook his head and motioned for the bartender to bring him a bottle of water.

“Thirsty?”

“No,” he said. “I’m burning up in here.”

And with that he took the cap of the bottle and poured it over his head. The water cascaded down his slim hairless body like a beautiful waterfall. I wanted to take him so badly. I didn’t care who was around to watch. He grabbed his shirt from his back pocket and used it to dry himself off.

“There,” he said, “that’s much better.”

He focused his big almond shaped eyes on me. Damn, this boy is beautiful, I thought. I grabbed my glass and brought the cold brown liquid to my lips taking it all in one shot.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said.

With a bounce in his step he led the way through the crowded dance floor. I had to fight through the guys to keep up with him. He worked his way through the throngs of people with the ease and familiarity that only a regular could have. He led the way to the center of the club.

“This isn’t the way out,” I yelled to him.

“Who said we were leaving?”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. We were lost in a sea of muscular bodies. He pressed his chest against mine, his hand wrapped tightly around my waist. His body moved perfectly to the beat of the music. I s…

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The Starlight

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The Starlight was south Boston’s best-kept secret. It’s where Felix wasted his time every weeknight and all day Saturday. It was a seedy joint to say the least, but Felix wouldn’t have it any other way. The cum stained floor and seats only added to the appeal. He rubbed the underside of his ring finger with his thumb, a habit he had acquired from coming here. He looked down as he handed the attendant his ticket. He was such a regular at this place that he recognized everyone at the box office and most everyone at the concession stand. However, he didn’t make it a habit of speaking to anyone. Part of the appeal of a place like the Starlight was the privacy. Felix would always buy his ticket and head straight to whatever movie was currently playing. Inside he went right to his seat in the back row; it gave him the best view of the goings on around him. Felix had never had the courage to join others in the fun, but it gave him plenty to look at. Felix sunk into his seat and watched the screen come alive. Two hairy men appeared accompanied by a young man who looked to be in his very early twenties. The older guys made a sandwich of him. In moments they were all naked and going at each other. Felix felt that familiar stir in his trousers. He unzipped his pants and lowered them down to his knees, letting his cock get some of the stale theater air. One row over a young couple cuddled. They were a very attractive pair, a tall blonde guy and a Latino twink. Their arms wrapped around each other as they lightly felt each other’s backs. Felix watched them out of the corner of his eye anxiously. He longed for them to take their petting to the next level. He waited patiently as one lover turned to the other with those eyes full of lust. They started with a gentle kiss. Felix turned to face them as the tall blonde pulled his lips away and guided the twink’s lips down to his lap. The young Latino wasted no time unzipping his boyfriend’s pants and pulling out his dripping erection. Felix swallowed hard as the twink engulfed the length of the blonde. He wished it were his lips working that stiff rod. It had been so long since he had tasted another man’s flesh, his mouth watered at the sight of it. The tall blonde leaned back against the seat. His expression was of sheer pleasure. Felix could feel himself harden. He pressed his index finger on the head of his cock and spread the pre cum all around it. He ran the tip of his finger up and down the length of his shaft, the same way he imagined the twink was doing. After several minutes of this, he could see the blonde’s expression change. His eyebrows contracted as his lips parted. His hands pressed the twink’s head tightly to him as his shoulders began to shake. Felix could see in the man’s expression with each blast that escaped him. The twink swallowed every last drop, pulling away from him only after he was completely soft. They shared another passionate kiss before settling back to watch the movie. Felix smiled at the pair. If only he were ten years younger, that could very well be him, he thought. Felix looked around the theater for some more action. He could have easily just looked up at the screen for some sex, but he loved seeing things unfol…

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The Starlight

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The Starlight was south Boston’s best-kept secret. It’s where Felix wasted his time every weeknight and all day Saturday. It was a seedy joint to say the least, but Felix wouldn’t have it any other way. The cum stained floor and seats only added to the appeal. He rubbed the underside of his ring finger with his thumb, a habit he had acquired from coming here. He looked down as he handed the attendant his ticket. He was such a regular at this place that he recognized everyone at the box office and most everyone at the concession stand. However, he didn’t make it a habit of speaking to anyone. Part of the appeal of a place like the Starlight was the privacy. Felix would always buy his ticket and head straight to whatever movie was currently playing. Inside he went right to his seat in the back row; it gave him the best view of the goings on around him.

Felix had never had the courage to join others in the fun, but it gave him plenty to look at. Felix sunk into his seat and watched the screen come alive. Two hairy men appeared accompanied by a young man who looked to be in his very early twenties. The older guys made a sandwich of him. In moments they were all naked and going at each other. Felix felt that familiar stir in his trousers. He unzipped his pants and lowered them down to his knees, letting his cock get some of the stale theater air.

One row over a young couple cuddled. They were a very attractive pair, a tall blonde guy and a Latino twink. Their arms wrapped around each other as they lightly felt each other’s backs. Felix watched them out of the corner of his eye anxiously. He longed for them to take their petting to the next level. He waited patiently as one lover turned to the other with those eyes full of lust. They started with a gentle kiss. Felix turned to face them as the tall blonde pulled his lips away and guided the twink’s lips down to his lap. The young Latino wasted no time unzipping his boyfriend’s pants and pulling out his dripping erection.

Felix swallowed hard as the twink engulfed the length of the blonde. He wished it were his lips working that stiff rod. It had been so long since he had tasted another man’s flesh, his mouth watered at the sight of it. The tall blonde leaned back against the seat. His expression was of sheer pleasure. Felix could feel himself harden. He pressed his index finger on the head of his cock and spread the pre cum all around it. He ran the tip of his finger up and down the length of his shaft, the same way he imagined the twink was doing. After several minutes of this, he could see the blonde’s expression change. His eyebrows contracted as his lips parted. His hands pressed the twink’s head tightly to him as his shoulders began to shake. Felix could see in the man’s expression with each blast that escaped him. The twink swallowed every last drop, pulling away from him only after he was completely soft. They shared another passionate kiss before settling back to watch the movie.

Felix smiled at the pair. If only he were ten years younger, that could very well be him, he thought. Felix looked around the theater for some more action. He could have easily just looked up at the screen for some sex, but he loved seeing things unfold in person. He could…

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Straight to College

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Straight to College

I went to this prestigious college- I won’t tell you which one to protect the innocent or really the not so innocent. But any way I went to college and saw this cute guy I knew. What was his name oh wait protecting innocent duh. Any who the cute guy was in my Intermediate Algebra 102 class and I just thought he was drop dead gorgeous. And so I sat next to him and helped him with math. While I am openly gay to any who ask I acted pretty Damn straight. I Always thought about Dick but I was looking for the ultimate prize someone who had a bigger slong then me. I am a good 9 inch thick circumcised 19 year old male who is 6’5” and weighs 185 pounds so in shape. and good looking straight acting boy next door who loved cock like no one’s business.
At first I thought he was using me him being on the basketball team and with girlfriend or at least that’s what the rumors say (but later on find out single and looking ) > I of course being the horny ass dude I was I continued helping him. I drooled I mean schooled that boy so he was as good as I was in math. I know he is as good as me and he knows it too, but for some odd reason he continued studying with me. I kept helping him. And he kept providing masturbation material.
One day we were studying and he then said hey I have basketball practice tomorrow can we study after the practice at my house unless you have plans? I said no of course not only because I had nothing to do of course but because I was in love. I then scooted closer to him and continued studying. I really just sat close to him and did my work while he was doing his work. Like I said He was as good as I was now. He didn’t cheat either. So we finished and I went home.
The next day went by so slowly and I felt bored and nervous all day I then waited outside by the basketball gymnasium. He then cam around the corner and saw me. He motioned hi and I then walked towards him. He then said what up? I wanted to say my Dick but instead then said nothing ready to go? Yeah I followed him and we had a great conversation and he then said well here it is I looked at his house realized that he was loaded with money. He had the nicest house on the block no wonder he looks good.
Well anyway we went into the house and again I was amazed. Beautiful just like him. I followed him to his room not running into any roommates or anything wow. Okay so I now am in his room HOW? Is what I was thinking. I then asked where did he want to study? Oh hold on how about we eat a snack first and watch a movie. I said Ok and he ran out of the room yelling he will be right back.
I was in the sexiest man alive’s house. What do I do. Well First I looked around he had A couple of swimsuit model posters I then walked up to his mirror in his room and looked at the pictures and was surprised he kept a picture of me and him when we first started to study together that my mom took of us. I was so embarrassed when she did that she said she would send it to him when she got them devolved. I didn’t know he actually kept it. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around and saw him standing in the room he had taken off his shirt. I almost lost it right there. Oh my god his abs are perfect I thought and realized that I was staring and I looked up and saw him staring at me in a questioning way I said sorry. He said for what. For staring at me? I said yes and he said that’s ok I guess I knew you were gay from rumors I just wanted to study with the smartest person I know. I also wanted to talk to you.
Wait a minute you know I am Gay? Yeah I have figured that when you looked at this. He then grabbed his cock and squeezed. I just open my mout…

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Testing

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So much of my academic career had led me to this moment. I’d studied, taken seminars, and even memorized whole books on how to take the SAT, all so I could get into a good Ivy League school. As I approached the classroom my stomach turned over and over.

I took a seat, but my nerves didn’t ease up. In my mind, I went over and over every equation, formula, definition, and grammar rule in existence. I’d started going over formulas one last time when the most attractive man broke my concentration. He was well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and golden brown skin. He instantly got a rise out of me and all the information I had been going over vanished.

He walked around handing out the tests; anxiously I waited for him. As he handed me my test, I made sure our fingers met. His touch sent a wave of electricity throughout my body. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I could tell he sensed something too. Our fingers touched for a few seconds more before he moved on to the next person.

Once he was finished handing out the tests, he went over the rules and directions, none of which I heard. All I could think of were his round full lips. I wondered how he kissed and what it would be like to kiss someone like him? To have his body pressed against your own, and to have him slide inside of you. All these thoughts rushed at me at once, making it extra hard to concentrate.

The rest of the time was a total blur. After the longest four hours of my life, the test finally came to an end. I wasn’t sure how I did; he was all I could think of. I was obsessed. Slowly I put away my pencil and calculator, making sure I was the last student in the room. When everyone was gone I made my way to the front of the classroom.

“How do you think you did?” he asked as I reached his desk.

“Oh I don’t know. I hope I did alright, I was having problems concentrating.” I looked him straight in the eye as I said it and then walked over to his side of the desk.

“Was there something on your mind?”

I looked down at his crotch, the outline of his cock visible through the fabric of his pants. Without saying a thing, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his trousers. I pulled out his semi hard cock and lowered my head to his crotch. I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft taking it all the way to the root. His hands gripped the back of my head as he started guiding me up and down on him. His deep thrusts told me he wanted this as much as I did.

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A.K.A. Sam

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His hands tried to hold his body steady against the bathroom wall. It was a posh restroom, being in a high class hotel, on a press junket. He could hardly enjoy himself, because he knew if his publicist found out, she would kill him. He had taken a break from the endless interviews about the show.It was so boring, answering the same questions over and over. He cried out,” Oh, yes.” He had picked up a cute anonymous guy with a furtive glance, at the bar. He wasn’t sure if he knew, he was screwing a semi-celebrity. He didn’t consider himself famous by far, just an actor, not even a very lucky one at that. He was enjoying the sensation of having this great looking guy’s cock ram him hard. It had all happened too fast, forgetting to use a condom. His heart pounded, he could hardly breath, as he shot his own load on the wall. His stranger worked his hole hard and fast until he moaned, squirting him full of semen. The stranger pulled up his pants and on leaving the stall, said, “I love your show.” He said, “I’m glad you like it.” He knew his face was flushed, from the feeling of being very exposed all of the sudden. He wiped the cum from his legs and pulled up his pants. Now he could, finish working with the press, smilling until his jaw ached. He was thinking about what he had done. He knew every time he gave into temptation it was a risk to his career. When he first picked the guy up, the thrill from the risk alone had made him aroused. Now, he was regretting his decision, even hating himself for it. He spent seventeen hours a day working on the show, hoping for a hit. Why couldn’t he just keep his pecker in his pants. His name had become bigger than the show itself. He was considered a sex symbol. He never wanted that, when he chose acting as his career. He had loved being in the spotlight since elementary school. He really didn’t plan on what it would mean to his private life. His family knew he was gay, having come out in college. His friends all knew, the cast and most of the crew from the show knew. Questions about his sexual orientation had been one of the main topics on his fan sites on the web. An actress he dated early in his career had exposed him. She was angry when she found out he used her to cover up his being gay. It wasn’t true, not his idea anyway. It was his agent and now with a hit show, it was the network pulling his strings. Back at the hotel room, the interviews weren’t over. He had to do a couple that evening over the phone, which he liked better than working a crowd as a media whore. He had some guy on the line from east nowhere, asking the questions. He picked up his glass of coke and drank, wishing it had rum in it. “So, tell me abou the show?” The guy would have a whole press package, what more could he want to know. The repetition of working the press was mind numbing. “It is about an undercover police officer working to rid the city of scum.” he said stoically. The reporter said, “Do you enjoy working in Toronto?” He was thinking. I would rather be in L.A. I really hate it here.The network sent us here ,because it is cheaper to produce the show, in this damn ice palace. He said, “I love it here. The people are all so nice.”, he lied. The reporter continued,”You were voted one of the sexiest people on television. I bet you don’t have any trouble getting the ladies.” He said, “Is that a question? I am not seeing anyone right now. My schedule is too busy for a serious relationship.” He couldn’t stand being asked the most inane questions. “What do you like to do on a date?” This guy was giving him a headache. “I like a nice walk on the beach,a candlelight dinner, a bottle of wine by the fire.” The reporter asked, “What about the rumors you are gay? Care to confirm or deny it?” The actor said,”That question is totally inappropriate. I won’t answer.” The reporter chortled, “So, it is true?” He wanted to hang up,or scream at the guy, but the publicity would kill him. He had to keep his cool. The publicist would hear about this one. They always went over what was going to be asked. “I’m sorry, but I have a call on the other line. It was nice talking with you. Good Bye. He wished she had been there at the time. He called room service, “Send up a vodka martini. Thanks.” He felt so alone. He had his parents and his brother, but they couldn’t possibly understand how he was feeling. Who could? People saw a sexy man at award shows, parties, press events , with a great big smile on his face. He worked with a great group of actors on the show, which took up most of his day, yet he was alone. He had snuck in a couple dates with other actors inhe…

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On The Court

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Watching the boys at the college gym play basketball was always such a turn on for me. Seeing their cocks hanging loose through the fabric of their basketball shorts always did the trick. I got so damn hard watching them go for jumps, often shirtless, their smooth chests glistening with sweat. That’s why every Saturday morning after class I would go to the gym to watch the guys shoot hoops.

Part of me wanted to join the muscled studs, but I’ve never been good at sports. I am the biggest klutz I know. Then again, even if I could play, I’m sure the guys wouldn’t have wanted to play with someone who had a permanent erection. I leaned back against the cold bleachers and watched a tall stud go for a lay up. Mmmm, I could sit here for hours, I thought to myself. I watched them play game after game. They never tired of dribbling the little ball back and forth, I laughed to myself, straight guys and their games are so cute.

As the game drew closer to the end, the loosing team really began to give it their all. In tossing the ball to one another, one of them missed and it came straight for my head. It was a near miss landing right next to me instead. I grabbed it just as the tallest of all the guys came towards me.

“Oh man, are you alright? That was a total accident.”

He was genuinely concerned and too damn good-looking for me to make an issue of it.

“Yeah it’s cool. I’m all right. It’s a good thing you guys’ weakness is your aim,” I said without thinking.

Instead of getting upset, he laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. He dribbled the ball for a bit; the guys on the court screamed at him to return to the game. He asked if I was gonna stick around for a while and I shook my head yeah.

“All right then don’t leave, game’s almost over,” and with a wink he returned to the court, leaving me breathless and in total shock.

My head was spinning, here was this athletic stud telling me to stick around. I was determined not to move a muscle until he returned, which like he said wasn’t very long. After a few more shots the game was over and the guys began to go their separate ways. My heart raced as he approached me; with a big smile on his face, he took a seat next to me on the bleachers.

“I’m Ethan,” he said to me sticking his hand out for me to shake.

“Nice to meet you I’m Rob,” I said.

I could feel myself getting hot. I tried to readjust myself in the hopes that he wouldn’t notice my hardening cock.

“You’re here a lot,” he said “but you never play. How come?”

“Well I have no athletic skill what so ever. I just come here to watch you guys play.” I said quickly, looking away and trying not to stare at his sweaty chest or smooth pecs.

“Well, you know, there are other ways to work up a sweat.”

I looked at him not quite sure what he meant until he took my hand and placed it on his thigh. My heart was beating a mile a minute as he slid my hand inside his shorts to his semi hard cock. I took it in my palm and began to stroke. I let my fingers move to his hairy sac. It was wet with sweat, but it felt heavy with cum. I gave it a squeeze, which made him flinch, and release a stream of pre cum. It ran from the head of his cock down his shaft onto my fingers.

“Mmmm, you like that big cock?” he asked. I nodded my head yes “good let’s go someplace more private,” he suggested getting up.

I followed, my erection making it awkward to walk, but I was so horny I would have gone with him anywhere. Fortunately we didn’t have to go very far, just around to the …

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Between Brothers

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His ebony skin shone in the sunlight. I leaned further out onto the balcony to get a closer look. Oh, how I longed to run my tongue over his smooth pecs and washboard stomach. The more I thought of him the more aroused I became. Quickly, I walked back into my room before anyone could notice me lusting after him. The last thing I needed was one of my homophobic frats finding out. I hated the fact that my parents had practically forced me to join this fraternity. They said it would help me make long lasting connections and allow me become a well-rounded man. Although, so far, all I had become was a chronic masturbator. With all this testosterone around me I couldn’t help but stay in a constant state of arousal.

I gave my hard on a tug and lay down on my bed. Thoughts of Charles lying out by the pool continued to fill my head. Of all the guys here, I thought of him the most. He seemed to be the most forbidden and, unfortunately, he was also the most homophobic. He was always going on and on about how he had bagged some sorority girl or cheerleader. It was all stereotypical machismo. Although deep down, I wondered if that was all talk.

I stuck my hand inside my shorts and encouraged the blood flow to my cock. I just knew if given the chance I could show Charles I was better than any dumb sorority slut. A smile crossed my face as I thought of him feeding me his big black cock. My fingers wrapped around the base of my erection. “Mmmm, Charles.”

“Eww, Rick you fag! What are you doing?”

I shot straight up and pulled my hand out of my pants. “Steve you ass, haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” I gave him my dirtiest look in the hopes of intimidating him.

“I did,” he said taking a seat on my bed, “but you were too busy dreaming of Charles.”

I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them tightly. “Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” I looked away from him. I couldn’t bear to face his accusing stare.

Steve threw his head back in laughter. “Chill man, it’s cool with me.” He looked at me with a mischievous smile. “Besides, he’s not all that. Trust me.”

What was he talking about? Had he been with Charles? I wondered.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He said. “He was wasted and thought I was his girlfriend.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Hell yeah I did. Like you wouldn’t?”

I looked down.

“But anyways, like I said,” he continued. “He was not all I thought he was going to be.”

Steve raised his pinky and waved it in the air.

I laughed. “He wasn’t.”

“Oh yeah he was. Charles does not fit the black man stereotype.”

We both erupted in laughter. It felt so good to have someone in the house to share these thoughts and feelings with. For the first time I really looked at Steve. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, a bit of a nerd, but in a cute way. His hair was naturally streaked blonde by afternoons of swimming, which also contributed to his slim build. The best thing about him was the way he laughed. It was a strange mixture of shyness and giddiness that made me laugh that much harder.

“Ok,” I said quieting us both. “You know whom I have, or I should say had the hots for, now you tell me.” I could see him already turning red as I put him on the spot. “Which one of our very straight frats do you lust for?”

He stood straight up and looked out the window. “No one man. I…I gotta go.”

Did I say something wrong? I jumped up and went after him the palm of my hand held the door shut trapping him. I was close enough to feel the warmth of his body against me. His sweet smell was making every part of my body come alive. I was several inches taller than him and had a much broader chest. Next to me he appeared much smaller and frail. He turned to face me, his back pressed against the door.

“What do you want from me?” he asked.

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Thankful for Pat Part 2

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“Hello Mr. Roberts”, said Pat, as he put out his hand to shake.

He didn’t offer his hand in return. “Pat, my wife is the one who invited you here,not me, let’s get that clear from the start. I won’t put a kid out on the street at Christmas time, but know this, there will be none of that homo sex going on in my house.”

Pat said, “Yes, sir. I understand how you feel abou the subject.” Pat turned his face to Josh and both snickering.

Josh’s mom whispered, “None of that straight sex going on in the house either.” Josh blushing, nudged his mother. She said, “Why don’t we all sit down and have a nice supper? Pat I hope you like pot roast.”

“Yes, Mrs. Roberts.”

Pat started to sit at the chair next to Josh, when Mr. Roberts pointed to the chair on the other side of the table, asking, “Did you wash your hands?”

Josh said, ” Want to know if he brushed his teeth? How about whether he washed his ass?”

Mrs. Roberts said, “That was uncalled for, young man.”

Pat spoke up, “Yes sir, my hands are clean. I took a shower before I came downstairs.”

He gave Josh a wink, remembering the shower they took. Thinking of Josh all lathered up, his cute pink pucker waiting for him and the fun he had stuffing it, made himaroused.

“The dinner is delicious Mrs. Roberts.”, said Pat.

He was really thinking how greasy and tough it was. He had other things on his mind. He had slipped off his athletic shoe, and had his foot placed firmly in Josh’s crotch. He was rubbing his toes gently over Josh’s bulge, trying not to disturb the table linen. It particularly excited him to watch Josh squirm, trying to act naturally, like nothing was going on.

Mrs. Robers said, “Josh more potatoes, Honey.”

Josh could hardly contain himself, “No,oh, Mom. I’m fine.”

His words coming out about the same time he was ready to. His face was flush, his lips bright red, and Pat knew his heart was racing, his breathing had quickened, and his left fist was tightly clenching his side of the table cloth. He started to bite his bottom lip, as Pat rubbed harder, and harder.

“Excuse me. “, Josh said, as he ran for the bathroom, his napkin held in front of his wet bulge.

“So Pat, what is it you’re working towards in school?”, asked Mr. Roberts.

Pat said, “English Literature degree, sir.”

Mr. Roberts said, “What are you going to do with that? Couldn’t go for an easier degree, sit around reading books.”

Mrs. Roberts said, “Leave the boy alone. At least he will have a degree, when he is done, unlike some people I know. How about apple pie?” She didn’t wait for an answer, leaving to go get it.

Pat answered Mr. Roberts question, “It is a little harder than just reading books all day long. When I have my degree, I plan to teach.”

Mr. Roberts said, in a low voice, “Look you little queen, I know what you teach. Don’t think I didn’t notice the little action that just went on, stuffing your foot in my boys crotch. If I had my way, you would be out that door so fast your head would spin. The only reason you are here, is he good grace of my wife. I mean it. I didn’t embarrass my wife, by pointing out what you two were doing. I promise you this. I catch you two screwing around and I’ll show the buckle end of my belt to your backside. Are we clear?”

Pat looking down at his plate, pushing the food around to make it look like he had eaten most, looked up into his eyes saying, “Crystal clear. sir.”

Pat went into thekitchen on his way to see how Josh was making out, saying “Mrs. Roberts can I help you with thetray and plates?”

“No. I have it.”

Josh came around the corner about then, planting a big wet kiss on Pat’s lips, making his blushing mother leave the room with the pie.

” How was it?” asked Pat

Josh said, “Taste and find out.”, lifting his shirt to expose some cum on his belly.

Pat said, “I don’t know. Your dad is really going to kill me. He knows about this.”, as he bent down and started licking the salty treat from his smooth white hairless stomach.

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Thankful for Pat Part Two

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“Hello Mr. Roberts”, said Pat, as he put out his hand to shake.

He didn’t offer his hand in return. “Pat, my wife is the one who invited you here,not me, let’s get that clear from the start. I won’t put a kid out on the street at Christmas time, but know this, there will be none of that homo sex going on in my house.”

Pat said, “Yes, sir. I understand how you feel abou the subject.” Pat turned his face to Josh and both snickering.

Josh’s mom whispered, “None of that straight sex going on in the house either.” Josh blushing, nudged his mother. She said, “Why don’t we all sit down and have a nice supper? Pat I hope you like pot roast.”

“Yes, Mrs. Roberts.”

Pat started to sit at the chair next to Josh, when Mr. Roberts pointed to the chair on the other side of the table, asking, “Did you wash your hands?”

Josh said, ” Want to know if he brushed his teeth? How about whether he washed his ass?”

Mrs. Roberts said, “That was uncalled for, young man.”

Pat spoke up, “Yes sir, my hands are clean. I took a shower before I came downstairs.”

He gave Josh a wink, remembering the shower they took. Thinking of Josh all lathered up, his cute pink pucker waiting for him and the fun he had stuffing it, made himaroused.

“The dinner is delicious Mrs. Roberts.”, said Pat.

He was really thinking how greasy and tough it was. He had other things on his mind. He had slipped off his athletic shoe, and had his foot placed firmly in Josh’s crotch. He was rubbing his toes gently over Josh’s bulge, trying not to disturb the table linen. It particularly excited him to watch Josh squirm, trying to act naturally, like nothing was going on.

Mrs. Robers said, “Josh more potatoes, Honey.”

Josh could hardly contain himself, “No,oh, Mom. I’m fine.”

His words coming out about the same time he was ready to. His face was flush, his lips bright red, and Pat knew his heart was racing, his breathing had quickened, and his left fist was tightly clenching his side of the table cloth. He started to bite his bottom lip, as Pat rubbed harder, and harder.

“Excuse me. “, Josh said, as he ran for the bathroom, his napkin held in front of his wet bulge.

“So Pat, what is it you’re working towards in school?”, asked Mr. Roberts.

Pat said, “English Literature degree, sir.”

Mr. Roberts said, “What are you going to do with that? Couldn’t go for an easier degree, sit around reading books.”

Mrs. Roberts said, “Leave the boy alone. At least he will have a degree, when he is done, unlike some people I know. How about apple pie?” She didn’t wait for an answer, leaving to go get it.

Pat answered Mr. Roberts question, “It is a little harder than just reading books all day long. When I have my degree, I plan to teach.”

Mr. Roberts said, in a low voice, “Look you little queen, I know what you teach. Don’t think I didn’t notice the little action that just went on, stuffing your foot in my boys crotch. If I had my way, you would be out that door so fast your head would spin. The only reason you are here, is he good grace of my wife. I mean it. I didn’t embarrass my wife, by pointing out what you two were doing. I promise you this. I catch you two screwing around and I’ll show the buckle end of my belt to your backside. Are we clear?”

Pat looking down at his plate, pushing the food around to make it look like he had eaten most, looked up into his eyes saying, “Crystal clear. sir.”

Pat went into thekitchen on his way to see how Josh was making out, saying “Mrs. Roberts can I help you with thetray and plates?”

“No. I have it.”

Josh came around the corner about then, planting a big wet kiss on Pat’s lips, making his blushing mother leave the room with the pie.

” How was it?” asked Pat

Josh said, “Taste and find out.”, lifting his shirt to expose some cum on his belly.

Pat said, “I don’t know. Your dad is really going to kill me. He knows about this.”, as he bent down and started licking the salty treat from his smooth white hairless stomach.

Josh said, “I am so ho…

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