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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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