Patricks Lucky Charm

By T. Chase McPhee

Published on Jun 20, 2009

Gay

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.

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PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 07 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Patrick, I want you to meet...."

"Oh my," Uncle Pat's guest stood and addressed Jason, "my goodness aren't you a handsome boy, Patrick!" And before either Pat or Jason could explain, "The boy does have your likeness Pat!"

"Oh really Sam... but this isn't Patrick? This is Patrick's best friend, Jason."

"Oh!" Sam left his mouth in an `o', then walks up to Jason, a hand extended, "Forgive me for my little blunder," he continued in his British accent. "A thousand apologies," he grasped Jason's right hand with his two.

"No problem Sam," Jason replies. Not meant as reprisal, but the truth, Jason says, "If you're done checking me out, I'll go get some clothes on!"

With Jason heading towards the bedroom, Sam had some answering to do.

"So? Checking out my nephew's friend were you Sam?"

"Oh it twas just a little, innocent peek, I assure you."

Wiggling his eyebrows, Pat lets Sam off the hook, "Nice piece of eye-candy, wouldn't you say?"

Smiling, Sam tells, "Of course, but when do I get to see your hot, bear-chest?" Already Sam's hands had undone the third button on Pat's white dress shirt, his hands exploring. "Remember what I promised?"

"I know," Pat says like a little boy, "if I sat still and behaved myself your tongue would be giving me a good work over."

"Right now feels awfully good with my hands I take it?"

One hand slipped out of the shirt, where the other teased Pat's hairy pec, tweaking the left nip over and over, the other hand feeling up Pat's hard crotch. "I think we're ready to take this to the next level!"

As they passed Patrick's room on the way to heaven', Uncle Pat yelled out, "You staying Jason?" With not a peep coming from the room, he guessed yes'. As he led Sam to his room he told him he knew Patrick was gay, but Patrick never offered it. Yet, he knew Jason was more than his nephew's `best friend'!

He was too tired after the long day out in the sun, shoveling cow-crap, so Jason crawled right into bed with his buddy. Whatever time of the night or early morning, both tossed and turned till their bods lay in the balance of sleeping, Patrick facing Jason, Jason facing the wall.

Upon waking the next morning, Patrick was the first to open his eyes. He had to pee, but first wanted to `rouse' Jason. He spit in his hand and applied it to his cock. Then ran the tip up and down Jason's lightly fuzzed ass crevice. He giggled when he got some moaning coming from Jason. He pressed deeper.

Jason moaned a little more, then finally awoke. In a flash he was out of the bed, falling over the edge. "You get that thing away from my ass Patrick!"

Patrick burst out in laughter, swearing, "Now you know I wouldn't have done anything!"

"Bullshit! The tip of your cock was ready to enter me!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

They batted it back and forth until Jason surrendered, slowly finding his way back into bed.

"I feel so thirsty. Must be from all that beer I drank."

Jason gets even. Holding his cock he offers, "I can quench that thirst real quick for ya!"

"I will if you will?"

The two stare at each other, Patrick bringing up something which transpired years past.

"It seems like such a long time ago we did our first `69'," Jason tells him.

"Like you almost choked to death?"

"Well if you hadn't shot out so much crème!" Jason blamed.

"Like I had a choice?"

"You had a choice to not shove your cock to the back of my mouth!"

"Yeah, I woulda gone farther," Patrick laughed, "too bad your tonsils got in the way!"

"Yeah right," Jason shrugged it off.

"Strange thing, though..."

"What's that?"

"You know you could have done the same to me, but didn't?"

"I should have!"

"But you didn't."

"I shoulda," Jason wouldn't let it go.

"You know I kind of had the feeling you wanted me to do what I did?" Patrick put it to Jason.

Years later he's confessing, "Well maybe I really wanted to see how it felt."

Sitting up, Patrick says with astonishment, "You mean you wanted me to go farther?"

"They say there's a first time for everything, well maybe I wanted to see how much of you I could get inside of me."

Patrick hints, "I bet much more now that you've lost your tonsils?"

"Get off it Patrick. If you're suggesting..."

"I'm not suggesting anything Jase. Have you taken any other guy's cum down?"

"You know it's only been you and you better not tell...."

"Did you tell anybody I sucked your cock?" Patrick asks.

"No."

Patrick reminds him, "Remember we took an oath."

"I know we did."

"I didn't tell anybody Jase."

"Me neither."

"And I wouldn't tell anybody either if we did another first."

"What are you getting at Patrick?" Jason asks with a quizzed look.

"Let me fuck you?"

"Now you've gone too far!" Jason says, getting out of bed and finding his clothes, starting with his CK's. Then Jason theorizes, "Look at me. I've fucked a dozen guys, but no... you've decided to keep it for that `special guy'. It's not my fault you've deprived yourself, Patrick. Didn't I offer to arrange for you to fuck guys?"

"That you did, but like you say Jase, I've been saving it for that `special guy'."

Getting it, Jason replies, "But me Patrick? You're outta your gourd!"

"Okay. Forget it." Patrick gets up and begins the selection of socks, briefs and other clothing to dress in after his shower.

Jason is putting the finishing touches on his wardrobe, ready to buckle his belt.

Passing by Jason, Patrick asks, "What?" when Jason tugs at his arm.

"You're not mad at me are you?" Jason asks.

"No I'm not mad. It's just that I went along with you when you wanted us to suck each other's cocks and all I ask is one little thing."

"One little thing? Have you measured your cock lately?"

"I don't do that type of thing."

"Well you've got to be at least nine inches Patrick. That's a lot of meat to stuff up a guy's ass!"

"I said forget it, Jase," Patrick replies, breaking Jason's hold on his arm.

Jason lets him go, but stands there waiting. "What's the big deal?" he says to himself. Walking out of the bedroom he heads for the jon. Knocking, he beckons, "Patrick. Open up."

"It's unlocked," Patrick says, standing there in the buff.

"You can do it okay, but only if you lube up real good and push in real slow."

"I don't want to do it."

"What?" Jason asks in an annoyed tone. "But you..." Sealing them both inside, Jason squawks, "Patrick, why did you even bother..."

"I wanted to see if you trust me."

"Of course I trust you Patrick."

"Then why didn't you tell me I could fuck you right away instead of waiting."

"Getting your cherry taken is a big step in life, Patrick. A guy's gotta think on it."

"I suppose. Look, I've gotta get showered, shaved and dressed."

"Yeah me too," Jason replies, willing to let it go, since it seemed Patrick was. Then as he returned to the bedroom he thought about his second day at work. Right away the image of Max flooded his mind. Thinking on yesterday his hand drifted downwards. He wondered how much summer fun he was going to start churning out today!

Their plan was to alternate the carpooling. It was Patrick's turn, but since Jason was already there, he drove.

"There's a first and it didn't take either one of us to agree to anything."

"Oh? How's that go Jase?"

"Uncle Pat. First time since I've been staying over he's missed out on breakfast?"

"One thing this confirms is Uncle Pat's gay."

"I figured all along."

"Since when?" Patrick asks.

"It's obvious `you' don't have the gift."

"What gift?"

"Wake up! How do you think I knew Mr. Hashiff was gay?"

Astonished, Patrick asks, "Our history teacher? You never told me."

"Oh! I didn't?"

"Nope."

"I thought I did," Jason differs.

"Nope. So did you two get it on?"

Reluctant to provide facts, Jason replies, "That was in tenth grade, Patrick!"

Not doubting Jason's abilities, Patrick accuses him, "You've never lied to me before, Jase."

"I didn't lie to you Patrick... I just.... Kept it from you. That's all."

First, Patrick settled, "So you and Mr. Hashiff did get it on?"

"We did some stuff."

"Like what?" He wasn't letting Jason off the hook.

"He sucked me, then I fucked him. Happy?"

Then secondly he confronts his bud, "So why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was underage. Hashiff made me promise not to tell anyone."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"I wonder if that's the reason he left school for another job?"

"Could be," Jason reasoned.

"Or could it be he wasn't satisfied with such a little worm up his ass?"

"Fuck you Patrick. I'm bigger than you now, so don't go talkin'."

"Oh? How big?"

"More than nine and a half inches... almost ten and bigger than you, so there!"

Patrick smiled as they turned into the country club. He wondered if Jason measured or eyeballed it!"

Turning into the cul-de-sac, Jason stopped and let Patrick off at the main lodge. He wished him a good day, then sped off around the building, heading off onto the access road, where guests were forbidden to travel on, lest they see the internal workings of the elite club.

Reporting to the landscaping depot, from a distance he sees Max Pitt standing next to the truck with some other guy. Cutting the engine and jumping out he asks, "Where's Jack and Jim? Who's this guy?"

He wasn't any taller, nor shorter than Jason, almost black hair, light stubble and what Jason was thinking, `hot'.

"Jack and Jim quit. I found Rico pumping gas down the road and offered him more. He doesn't speak much English." Then to Rico, Max tells, "Like I explained to you," and he used gestures, shoveling, "you take a shovel full of cow manure and spread it evenly around the bushes."

"Wait. Time out," Jason signaled a `T' carved out from his two hands, "something's not right here."

"What are you bellyaching about now?"

"You might be twice my age... at least..."

"I'm thirty-four."

"Okay. Cool. You're almost twice my age, but anyhow, I can count. Like yesterday there were three guys and today there's two?"

"So?" Max shrugs it off, "I guess you'll have to do double-time!"

"Better yet, maybe Rico will have to do triple-time!"

"Are you threatening me?"

With a smile on his face Jason asks, "Oh by the way, did you and Salv have fun after Patrick and me left yesterday?"

"Um, like this isn't the place, Jason?"

"Oh sorry," Jason wasn't.

Then as Max turned his back, Jason holds his fist in front of his crotch, extends his index finger and shoves his hips forwards. Rico releases a laugh, Jason giggling along.

Turning abruptly, Max asks, "Did I miss something?"

"Oh no. Not a thing Max," Jason replies. And to make his position plain he inquires, "So, where are the three of us beginning today?"

"Three of us? I count only two."

Wiseass, Jason says, "Do the math Max. If it isn't three, then it's one?"

Then, walking over by Jason, Rico says, "I am with Jason. You have zero!"

"See what you gone and done?"

"What?" Jason questions Max.

"You've gone and corrupted Rico!"

He knew he had Max, so all there was left to say is, "So, do we walk or you jump in and give us a hand, Max?"

Max didn't like it, didn't think this morning, putting on his `Pitt Landscaping' polo shirt that he would be getting it all sweatied-up!

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!

TCMcP.....

Next: Chapter 8


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