How Patrick Met Colton

Patrick's penis was erect, and having been freed, it pointed directly at Colton's face. The dark pink crown was inches away, the soft surface with its little beveled slit was calling to him. He looked at it and said "Oh Patrick, it's beautiful! Can I lick it?"

Patrick nodded his head 'yes'.

Starting at the base, Colton swiped his tongue along the shaft, eliciting a rapturous coo from Patrick. He put his hand under Patrick's smooth testicles and held them as he returned to the base, from where he licked upward once more, this time continuing onto the purpling crown and stopping when he reached the slit.

His tongue was greeted by a drop of liquid. He pulled back and looked. More liquid was oozing out. He moved forward and licked.

Patrick was standing absolutely still with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. "You'd better stop that" he warned, "or you'll make me cum."

Colton wasn't yet prepared to take a blast of semen, so he pulled his head away. But then he grasped the penis and turned it upward to watch the clear liquid issue copiously from the slit and run down the firm shaft. He spread the slippery fluid over the shaft and began stroking. Patrick's deep breathing told him that he was doing it right.

Less than a minute later he felt the penis twitch in his hand as the first white spurt shot into the air. Stroking faster, he was treated to a display like that of a monochromatic Roman candle as spurt after white spurt rocketed upward and then fell.

He stroked and stared in fascination until the spectacle had ended and Patrick let out a long, satisfied sigh before slipping his hands under Colton's shoulders and lifting him upright.

He kissed Colton deeply and lovingly. "That was marvelous."

Colton began: "Now do you want me to ..."

Patrick put a finger to Colton's lips. "That's not the right question. And nothing more tonight. We have plenty of time." He pulled up the front of his briefs and got into bed, urging Colton into his arms.

Colton got in and snuggled up. As they lay holding each other, he asked: "What is the right question?"

"The right question is not what do I want, it's what do you want" Patrick said. Then he kissed Colton softly. "Now go to sleep."

Colton hugged him tightly and said "I love you."

"I love you too, Colton."

When someone tells us that they love us, we usually feel obliged to respond in kind even if we're not sincere. But for Patrick it was true: He did love Colton, and he was astonished that it had happened in so short a time. Some of his friends seemed to fall in love at the drop of a hat, but he was never that impulsive even in his teens. Yet now, at age 26, after only two months he was helplessly in love with this shy, doe-eyed boy.

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As Patrick dropped Colton off at his house the next day, Colton haltingly told him: "Um ... I asked my parents if I could ... sleep at your house every Saturday night. I hope that was ok. They said they're fine with it if it's alright with you. Maybe I should have asked you first."

Patrick was taken aback by Colton's unilateral action. "Yes you should have" he replied, a bit testily.

Colton turned pale. In a voice just short of breaking, he said "I'm sorry."

Patrick immediately regretted sounding so harsh. He had meant to be emphatic but not frightening. Now speaking softly, he said: "Colton, you knew what my answer would be: It's more than alright with me."

Colton exhaled; he had actually been holding his breath.

Having now calmed the boy, Patrick didn't want the lesson to be lost: "But you should have asked me first, if only out of courtesy."

"I'm sorry" Colton repeated dejectedly.

Patrick gave him a parting kiss. "Apology accepted. Don't do it again. I'll talk to you during the week."

Chapter 4

On Wednesday, Patrick called to say that he would be arriving in midafternoon that Saturday. He instructed Colton to wear the tightest sneakers he had. He wouldn't say why.

Saturday arrived and at 3 PM so did Patrick, wearing sneakers. He squeezed the toe end of the sneakers Colton was wearing, pronounced them appropriate, and drove Colton to a building with a sign that read "Indoor Adventures."

"What is this place?" Colton asked.

"You'll see."

Inside, Patrick paid the lady at a reception desk and they proceeded to another room.

The room was enormous, and when Colton looked up at the distant ceiling, he turned toward Patrick.

"Six storeys high" Patrick told him in answer to his unspoken question. "About sixty feet."

The wall on the far side of the room seemed to be made of rock, until they got closer and Colton saw that the rock was artificial. Set in the wall were small, flat-topped protrusions of various shapes, located randomly or so it seemed. Hanging down from the ceiling, at intervals along the wall, were pairs of ropes. One rope in each pair ended in a harness.

Colton again turned a questioning face to Patrick.

"This is an indoor rock-climbing facility" Patrick told him, "the biggest in the area. The tight sneakers are so your toes will be up against the front to give you a firm grip even on the smaller outcroppings. The rope is looped over a pulley at the top and the other end comes back down to form the safety line. One of those men" he gestured to two men wearing T-shirts emblazoned with the company name, "is assigned to each climber. He takes in the safety line as you climb, and if you start to fall he grips the line and holds it to stop you. We'll have the fun of rock climbing without the danger. This is one of three rooms, and it's for intermediate-level climbers. Even though you've never climbed, I figured that you should be able take this level on. Are you game?"

Colton was intrigued. "Yeah!"

When the assistants had helped them into the harnesses and confirmed that they were properly secured, each assistant took hold of a safety line and shouted: "On belay!"

"What is belay?" Colton asked.

"It's rock-climbing terminology" Patrick informed him. "It means they've got a firm hold on the ropes and can stop any fall. Ready? I'll race you to the top." And with that, he placed the tip of a sneaker on one of the lowest protrusions and began climbing.

Colton scrambled after him, doing his best to find good toe-holds. His climb was made more difficult because every time he looked up and saw the undulating cheeks of Patrick's captivating behind above him, he was distracted and had to force his attention back to the wall.

He reached the top almost a two minutes after Patrick, and said "No fair, you must have done this before!"

Patrick laughed. "Just once, but ok that does give me a slight advantage. By the way, I should have asked if you're afraid of heights."

"I'm not."

"Then look down."

Colton looked. The floor seemed a long way off. "How do we get back down?"

"If we were on a real rock face, we might rappel. You wrap the rope around you and go back down in jumps, playing out the rope and using the friction to control your speed. It's exhilarating, but it's dangerous because it puts a lot of strain on the rope. Also it requires heavy clothes and gloves, otherwise the heat from the friction will burn you. Rappelling is not allowed here; we push away from the wall and the safety men lower us."

"You know a lot about rock climbing for someone who said you'd only done it once."

"I've been here only once. I've gone rock climbing outside a number of times."

"Aha! You cheated!"

Patrick smiled. "Guilty ... Do you want to come back?"

"Yeah! This is fun!"

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When they got back to Patrick's house, they both took showers and then Patrick called a local restaurant for takeout.

As they watched television after dinner, Patrick noticed that Colton was periodically trying to stifle a yawn. "We've had an active day" he said. "Ready for bed?"

"Definitely."

Patrick went to his bedroom and was pulling back the covers on the bed when he turned and saw that Colton had followed him in.

Colton walked up to him. "Would you undress me?"

"With pleasure" Patrick's answered, smiling and begin to slowly unbutton Colton's shirt. "Would you like to return the favor?"

Colton smiled, said "Oh yes," and started on Patrick's shirt.

After the shirts had been drawn off and thrown onto a nearby chair, Patrick unzipped Colton's fly and undid his belt, letting his pants drop and revealing his white briefs with their invitingly suggestive bulge. Patrick smiled reassuringly at Colton and slowly pulled the briefs down.

Colton undid Patrick's pants, though his hands were now shaking. The pants dropped to Patrick's ankles. Meanwhile, Patrick was slowly pulling Colton's underpants down to the middle of his thighs.

Colton now hesitated, and Patrick said "It's alright if you've changed your mind and don't want to do this."

"I do want to" Colton said, "I just need to ..."

"Get up the courage?" Patrick offered.

"Yes."

"Take your time."

Colton took hold of Patrick's waistband. After a moment's pause, he began to lower the briefs. Confronted by Patrick's erect penis, he bent down and kissed it. Then, hobbled by his own pants, which now lay pooled around his ankles, he waddled back a short way and gazed at Patrick, whose naked body was revealed to him in its entirety for the first time. He drew in his breath. "You're ... stunning!"

"That's what I was just going to say about you" Patrick told him. "When I was examining you that first day, I was so focused on checking for injuries I didn't notice that your body is as gorgeous as your face."

It was indeed. Colton's chest, with its two inviting pink nipples, was almost as muscular as Patrick's. It tapered down to a flat belly whose thin treasure trail led to a bush of reddish-brown hair above a circumcised penis that was draped over two plump testicles in their smooth bag. His well-developed thighs and legs showed that he must be far more active than Patrick had thought. The only reminder of his youth was that, except for his bush and the wavy auburn locks that adorned his head, his body was largely free of hair.

As Patrick looked admiringly at Colton, the boy stood silent, and Patrick realized that he was waiting to be told what he should do now. "Sit down on the bed so I can take off your shoes and socks."

Drawing off the second of Colton's socks, Patrick said "Even your feet are cute" and to show how taken he was with them, he lifted one and took the big toe in his mouth. "Mmm" he intoned before lowering the foot and pulling Colton's pants and underpants the rest of the way off.

Patrick now sat, and Colton took off Patrick's shoes and socks. He was raising a foot to his mouth when Patrick stopped him. "Colton, don't think that because I do something, you have to do it. Do only what you want to. You won't hurt my feelings. I told you, follow your instincts."

"I remember" Colton said, and continued bringing the foot to his mouth. He sucked on the big toe and then on each of the smaller ones. "Tasty" he proclaimed as he drew off Patrick's pants and underpants.

Patrick got up from the bed and they stood looking at each other. "What do you want to do now?"

Colton didn't answer.

"Should we just go to sleep?"

Finally Colton spoke: "I want to learn your body. I want to know all your contours, your tastes, your smells, everything, so I'll have them in my memory whenever you're not with me."

"I'd love that. I'll take another shower."

"No" Colton responded, "I want you just as you are."

Patrick had never felt so loved. "And may I learn your body?" he asked.

"I want you to know everything about me too."

Patrick moved forward and wrapped Colton in his arms. Colton kissed him and then proceeded to lick and sniff, beginning with his face, his ears and his neck, proceeding downward from there. While he was running his hands over Patrick's smooth, meaty back he was licking and kissing his way down Patrick's powerful chest, where he spent an enjoyable minute sucking on a nipple. Meantime, his busy hands continued in back until they were on Patrick's behind. He caressed the full cheeks, murmuring delightedly.

When his fingertips reached the cleft, he stopped.

"You can go in if you want" Patrick whispered, continuing his own exploration.

Colton slid his fingers into the warm valley between the cheeks and found Patrick's puckered hole as he felt Patrick's finger moving on the rim of his own pucker. When the finger slipped a little way inside, Colton took it as leave to push his own finger in.

Patrick moaned and murmured "More ... in more." In response, Colton forced his finger past the yielding sphincter, all the way into the heat of Patrick's rectum. The little ring of muscle tightened, gripping his finger as if to draw it in further.

After a few moments he pulled his finger out and sniffed at it. He was already erect, but the sweetish, musky aroma made him almost painfully hard.

Patrick's finger was still inside Colton, and as he withdrew it he rubbed past Colton's prostate while giving the boy a crushing kiss. Colton grunted and opened his mouth, allowing entry to Patrick's tongue, which slid in and explored the warm, wet interior. They stood there running their hands over each other's bodies while their tongues dueled.

Colton reached down and took Patrick's erection in his hand. He held it briefly before squatting and staring at it. Then he looked up and asked "Can I take it in my mouth?"

Patrick shook his head. "Not yet."

"I want to" Colton insisted.

Patrick slowly pulled Colton to his feet, and mimicking a character in an old TV series, he intoned "It is too soon, grasshopper, you are not ready." Then, reverting to his normal voice: "There's no hurry. Let me do this tonight." He put his hands back on Colton's behind and kissed his way down the front of the boy's naked body. When he came to Colton's iron-rigid penis, he asked: "May I kiss this?"

"Yes" Colton breathed.

Patrick kissed the penis, which caused it to twitch and produce a large drop of clear liquid.

"May I taste?"

Almost in a whisper: "Yes."

Patrick licked up the clear fluid. Then he took Colton's entire penis into his mouth, where it caressed the underside of the shaft.

Colton gasped. The feel of Patrick's soft, warm, tongue cushioning his penis was sending waves of pleasure all through him. He trembled.

Still cupping the cheeks of Colton's behind, and now squeezing rhythmically, Patrick began bringing the penis in and out, slowly increasing his pace and his travel, sucking as he went.

Colton was panting. "Patrick" he warned, "I'm going to..."

But he never finished the warning, because despite his effort to hold back he felt the unstoppable jets of semen surge through his stiff penis and into Patrick's mouth.

Patrick kept moving his head until he had swallowed the last gush. At that point, Colton's knees gave way and he would have collapsed if Patrick hadn't caught and held him.

"I guess you liked it" Patrick said, laying Colton gently on the bed and smiling down at him.

"What an understatement" Colton replied dreamily, looking up at Patrick. "I was in heaven. Could you teach me how to do that?"

"All in good time, grasshopper" Patrick promised, "All in good time."

"Will your cum ... taste like mine?"

"Everyone's is a little different" Patrick told him, and then kissed him, transferring some of what was left from Colton's ejaculation. "Now you have something to compare it with."

Chapter 5

When Patrick pulled up at Colton's house for their subsequent Saturday date, Colton was waiting at the curb. He got into the car and asked eagerly: "Where are we going today? Or will it be another mystery until we get there?"

"No mystery this time" Patrick responded, "I'm taking you to the opera. It's time yez got some kultcha.

Colton laughed. "What makes ya think I ain't got none?"

"You ain't got enough. Yez don't know nuthin about long-hair music and you ain't never been to an opera."

The banter went on like that for the entire drive.

The opera was Menotti's 'The Medium'. To Colton's happy surprise it was in English. It was a dark drama but it had some lovely melodic arias, and a twist at the end. Colton found it utterly engrossing, and afterward he was anxious to discuss the work. Patrick was impressed by the insightfulness of his comments and questions.

At bedtime, Colton went to the guest room as usual. When he returned and entered Patrick's bedroom, Patrick was facing the other way. Colton stared admiringly, noticing in particular how Patrick's briefs hugged his cheeks and nestled a little way in at the bottom. Colton's penis immediately rose to attention.

Hearing Colton come in, Patrick turned - and was transfixed. Colton was not wearing pajamas. Colton was not wearing anything. Colton was naked.

And unbelievably alluring.

For a full minute Patrick stood there spellbound. Then he recovered himself and began: "Do you want me to take off..."

"Yes" Colton said, before Patrick had finished the question.

Patrick pulled down his briefs and took them off, as Colton watched.

Colton had already seen Patrick's penis, but it was even more striking as a part of that magnificent body.

Patrick began to approach, but a raised hand stopped him. "Wait" Colton said. "Let me look at you."

Patrick had never before been unsure of himself with Colton, but now he wondered nervously what the boy wanted to see. True, Colton had said Patrick was ... what word had he used? Oh yes: 'stunning'. So why this new inspection? Was he revising his opinion?

Patrick needn't have worried, because after a pause Colton said: "I just wanted to feast my eyes on you for a minute, you big exquisite hunk."

"The hunk whose heart you've stolen, you vandal" Patrick said after breathing a sigh of relief.

"If I did manage to do that I'm not giving it back, because you've had mine since the day I met you."

Patrick went to Colton and they kissed as he slid his hands down the back of the boy's naked body, briefly stroking the smooth, shapely buttocks and then continuing to the middle of Colton's thighs, enthralled by the smooth, yielding flesh.

Colton too was at work; he was adding to his knowledge of Patrick's body, memorizing the scents, the textures, the nooks and crannies.

Abruptly, Colton sank to his knees. He slipped his fingers into the grooves that marked the boundary between Patrick's belly and thighs, and that framed his bush and his inviting penis, which had been erect since Colton had come into the bedroom naked. Looking straight at it, Colton said "Patrick, I'm ready to do this."

Patrick looked down at him with a concerned frown. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm ready and I want to." Having said that, he put his lips over the crown, moved his tongue around it once, and then brought his head forward, taking in as much as he could and running his tongue up and down the shaft.

All at once he pulled back, letting the penis pop out of his mouth. He seemed to be grimacing.

"Colton what's the matter?" Patrick asked in alarm. "If you've changed your mind it's alright."


"No" Colton answered, wriggling his nose. "Your pubic hair tickled me." He turned his head to the side, and sneezed. Hearing Patrick's relieved laugh, he grinned and then went back to what he had started. He began taking the penis in, pulling back until it was almost all the way out, and then pressing forward again. His pace was slow at first but it gradually increased, in imitation of what Patrick had done. He was able to get a little more in each time and was finally encompassing almost the whole length, sending the crown all the way to the back of his throat.

Patrick murmured blissfully each time he felt his erection enveloped in Colton's mouth. Suddenly he said "Colton pull out, I'm going to cum." Colton grunted, apparently to signal that he had heard, but he didn't stop. Seconds later a powerful gush of semen shot into his throat, followed by several more. He swallowed frantically, but by the end of the ejaculation cum filled all the spaces that were not occupied by Patrick's penis.