There he is, standing there with his black rimmed glasses all crooked. His jacket hasn't been washed in ages. I can tell from the mustard stain. But I still want him. Bad. I call him into the room and when I do I stand behind the door.
"Yo Trick!"
"What?"
"Come in here, babe!"
"Honey, I'm busy! And I'm exhausted. It's four in the morning and I just want to get this done."
"You won't regret it, I promise."
I hear him grunt and push the laptop off his lap. I quickly undo my belt and pull down my pants before he comes in.
Then the door opens.
"Pete? Babe where are you?"
I slam the door shut and pull patrick in for a kiss. He doesn't resist in the slightest. I grab his hand and shove it down my boxers and I moan into the kiss. Patrick's already breathing heavily when I push him against the wall.
"Pete," Patrick breathes. I can tell he's about to ask me what the hell's going on but he just says "More."
I press my hand firmly against his crotch and rub. Then I unbutton his pants and don't wait to fill my mouth up with his cock. Patrick's hand is on the back of my head, urging me to go deeper. I'm moaning, just wanting to taste everything. Then he cums.
I was getting ready to slam Patrick on the bed but he beats me to it.
"I want to feel you inside of me," Patrick whispers.
That was enough. Patrick ripped a condom open with his teeth.
"No," I protest. "Neither one of us has anything. Just lube. I want to feel you."
Patrick doesn't protest. He rubs the lube on my hard on and lays back.
"Should I stretch you out first?"
Patrick grabs my hair and pulls me into position.
"No. I like the pain. Go hard."
So I do. I don't start off slow, just shove in. The younger boy screams and digs his nails into my thigh. I thrust in and out with no sense of how fast I'm going or if I'm keeping a steady pace. I can see Patrick is already hard again. He begins to touch himself and we miraculously both cum at the same time. His cum lands on his chest and after I pull out I lean down and lick the remains off his torso. I even suck on his nipple then collapse on top of him.
We end the night with me wrapped in Patrick's arms. He never did get his work done, but as I said before: it was worth it.
