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I was sitting quietly at home when I saw Patrick running up the garden path out of nowhere. Normally, he would have been at church on a Sunday, so this struck me as out of the ordinary. His Philippino family was Catholic, and it seemed to be their regular thing to do the whole religious and church thing today. He might have been coming over to see my son James, but he was out at the movies with his mother, a bit of a birthday present he had given her. I was stuck at home on my own again, so seeing Patrick was certainly a pleasant surprise. That is, until he burst through the front door in tears.
As soon as he entered, I could see he was actually incredibly upset. He was crying, tears streaming down his young face. In my experience, 13-year-old boys don't tend to cry easily, and even though Patrick was a more sensitive soul than most, I don't recall him ever acting in this way.
"What's wrong, little guy?" I asked, standing as he ran up to me, embracing me, clinging to me in a hug. He was bawling his eyes out, shivering and shaking, he was so distraught. He was so emotional that he didn't seem to be in the frame of mind to even answer me at first. I just let him get it all out, but something terrible must have happened.
I gently and carefully walked the two of us over to the couch, and he was still holding me tightly and snivelling as we sat down. Choosing to let him work through his feelings, I figured he would tell me what was going on eventually. Now seated, he cuddled into my chest, and I wrapped an arm around the still quivering boy. Holding him, I could tell he was a lot smaller than my own son, so precious in his own way. I admired his thick black hair, and I was a little envious of it as I ran my fingers through it to soothe him. After a few more sniffs and wipes of his face, he seemed finally composed enough to talk.
"Mr. B... I'm sorry." He started.
"You've got nothing to be sorry about, Patrick, and you know you're always welcome in my home. Tell me, what's wrong? "
"Well... I made a huge mistake, Mr. B. At Sunday school today, I got an award, and I saw my dad was so happy for me. I was really happy too, so I thought that, as we were both in such a good mood, it would be a good time to tell him. You know, about me. That I am gay. "
Oh dear, now I knew where this was going. His father was a pretty strict bible beater, and there is no way he would have taken something like that well, no matter the circumstances.
"Oh. What did your dad say about that? "
"He yelled at me. He said I was a disappointment. He said that... he... he doesn't love me anymore! "
With that, his tears started flowing again. I cuddled him; the little trooper was clearly going through a lot. Telling me what happened seemed to bring all his emotions back out of him again. Teenage boys shouldn't have to deal with stuff like this. They have a hard enough time at this point in their lives, with school, puberty, and girls. Patrick being smaller than most of his peers around him probably didn't help. Everyone was changing around him and the pressures of society. Here Patrick was, just trying to open up to his stubborn old dad, in a moment of vulnerability, and it had all backfired. I tried to come up with the best words. I knew his dad loved his kid, there was no question of that, but it was going to be tricky to comfort the boy without throwing his dad under the bus.
"Your dad does love you, Patrick. He just has very strong values, so he might find it hard to understand the way you are. And you can't help who you are, it's not your fault, and he will learn that in time too. You're very special boy, Patrick, to your dad, and to me too. "
Patrick blinked away some of his tears. I might have gone a step too far saying what I felt. "Really? I'm special to you?" He asked, his deep brown eyes staring back at me with wonder.
"Of course you are. You're such a brave and kind boy, Patrick. Not many boys would be kind enough to do what you have helped me with recently. And not many boys would be brave enough at your age to tell their dad the truth. "
"I guess so. Sometimes I wish you were my dad, Mr. B. Does that make me bad? "
I cuddled him again close and gave his slight body a gentle squeeze. His little fingers fidgeted as I rubbed his shoulders, and kissed the top of his black hair covered head, trying to keep him calm.
"No, it doesn't. But your dad loves you very much. Yes, he is strict, and yes, he thinks differently, but he does that because he wants the best for you. You make your dad very proud. "
"Then why does he yell at me just for being me? You don't yell at me for being gay. "
"Your dad is confused and just overreacted. He believes in the teachings of the Bible, and it has strong views on this sort of thing. I am sure he will come around eventually. "
He seemed to be slowly coming around; at least the crying had finally stopped as we talked with one another. I noticed a little bump bulging up in the middle of Patricks' shorts, which were clearly a size or two too small for him. I knew then exactly what would bring his mood back up. I brazenly reached my hand inside his shorts, brushing past his pubes as my fingers came into contact with his soft 13-year-old cock and chunky caramel balls. I could tell I made the right move when he said nothing and willingly raised his hips, letting me shunt down both his shorts and undies, giving me full access to his naked fun zone. As I cupped and kneaded his warm genitals, he sighed with content, and I saw some of the tension leave him.
"You always know how to make me feel good, Mr. B." Patrick said softly, as he melted into my hand.
"Would you like me to make you cum Patrick?"
"Yes, please, Mr. B." His adolescent voice replied.
Eagerly taking my cue, I circled down in front of him, using his knees to spread his legs wide apart. He slumped down on the couch, his balls and cock dropping over the edge of the seat, giving me unfettered access to his pleasure centre. As I shuffled up, I was greeted by Patrick's unmistakable teen musk. He didn't stink, he never did, but no doubt the day's activities so far had some boy sweat drying in the little folds of his light brown ballsack. It was all natural, all testostorone, a male in the heights of early puberty, a cock waiting for its first opportunity to have sex.
My first move was to lick those big salty orbs of his. I used only my tongue to lift them up as I lapped from bottom to top. I knew from doing this to Patrick previously that they were basically an 'on' button for getting him hard. I couldn't help but chuckle at his cocks' immediate reaction, and his moans of delight, as I lapped his balls up and down. It seemed it had been a day or two since he had last had release, his balls felt full, as they vibrated with approval.
Then wrapping my hand around his rapidly thickening appendage, I pulled back his foreskin. His bright pink glans pushed through the end, like an awakening turtle, his piss slit all ready and loaded to squirt his thick cum at any moment. A quick dab of my tongue on the lips of his pee hole to say hello, then I swallowed him to his root, his little wisps of pubes tickling my skin.
"Mmmm," I hummed,
"Ohhh..." Patrick purred.
Of all the boys I served, Patrick was definitely my favorite. He was always horny, and the way in which he rocked in my mouth was always so much fun. His penis was the perfect size for my mouth to suck on too, and his crotch scent just smelled so good. I'd sampled both Justin and James's cum and piss, as well as Patrick's, and Patrick's cock always tasted best, no matter what was coming out of it. His dick funk, like raw coconut and buttermilk; I couldn't get enough of it. I wondered if his asshole tasted just as good, but I suspect that might have been a step too far, even for Patrick.
"You make me feel so good, Mr. B," Patrick said, almost singing the words. His previously sagging nuts were now a tight pouch, like a smooth ball protruding from between his legs. What was once looser and hanging, were now drawn up tight against his body, more like a brownish plum, ready to let loose his seed.
I used the inside of my palm to lightly massage the hidden nuggets around, which was the final action forcing Patrick to cum in my mouth. His rich, creamy sperm flooded my mouth. He definitely hadn't cum in a couple of days with how much there was, and it just kept coming, squirting the walls inside my mouth. His cock throbbed, twitching in my mouth, squeezing more and more of his hot boy load down the length of his cock onto my tongue.
"Feel better?" I asked him, letting go. His penis was wiliting as quickly as it had grown, back to semi-droopy once more.
"Yes, Mr. B. Did you want my pee too? " Patrick asked, rubbing himself casually.
"I would love some."
Patrick offered me his limp dick, which was now lying down to the right. I took it back in my own thumb and forefinger and turned it towards my open mouth. I watched the lips of his small peehole intently, I couldn't wait to be rewarded once again with his salty acrid pee. Patrick didn't have me wait long either, sighing as his penis suddenly shifted on its own, before a golden torrent of liquid began gushing straight into my mouth.
"There you go, Mr. B. Drink my pee. "
I was just far enough away from him that we could both watch his piss come out, fulfilling the dirty deed. His fast flowing yellow piss stream quickly filled my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, accepting his hot, tart, offering, and little pee sprinkles danced and splashed against my tongue. His flow continued for a good 30 seconds, and even as the stream slowed, I waited patiently for the last few concentrated bits, as he squeezed the last few remnants out of his bladder. His dicklett flexing a few times to ensure I had it all.
"Thank you for your piss, Patrick. Yummy as always. "
Patrick just giggled, but I really did mean it. I still don't think he could believe someone would be so willing to swallow his piss, even though we had done it half a dozen times now. I just loved the taste of his a lot. I sat on my haunches, looking up at the half naked young boy. He was going to make a very handsome man one day.
"Mr. B... I feel like I can talk to you about anything. Can I tell you something else? "
"Of course, you know you can tell me anything, Patrick. "
"Well, Mr. B, please don't freak out. And it's okay if... if you don't want it. But Mr. B. I think I love you. Like, a boyfriend. I know I'm too young for you, and it's wrong. But... I just thought you should know. "
I could see his feelings were conflicted, perhaps tears were even forming again as confessed his deepest thoughts. Maybe there was even a flicker of fear in his eyes as he waited for my reply.
"Patrick, I'm married."
"Yeah, I know it's silly, but I dream about us, Mr. B. You and me. Sometimes I dream that you come to my bedroom and we cuddle. And then, other times when you visit, you take off my pyjamas and you put your cock in my bum, and you fuck me. It's weird. I wake up all sticky. I love those dreams, Mr. B. I just thought you should know that if you ever wanted to do that with me for real, that I would like that. " "Oh Patrick, you little monkey. What do I say. "
"Please don't hate me Mr B. We can pretend I never said it. "
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