Break-up and Make-up Pt. 01

Break-up and make-up

- Good morning mrs Jones, I'm here to see Patrick.

- Good morning Andy, thank You for coming, please come in! Patrick told me You'll see him, I'm so glad he has a friend to support him.

His mom greeted me very warmly. I've never seen her before, but standing now in front of her it was obvious Patrick was all her genes. She looked young for a mother of a 19 year old, around average height and blonde, slim, moderate breasts, but I am pretty sure that her long, 70's dress was hiding an ample, wide and round bottom. She was a beautiful woman who has given birth to a lovely boy, and it was Patrick who I was interested in, not her. Or, at least not at this moment. [...]

The beginning

I've met him few weeks ago at a gym close to my newly rented apartment. It was a day of firsts - my first day after unpacking and starting life in new city, my first day the new gym, and it was evident that it was Patricks first day, even first attempt, at any sort of exercise. I was just about to start my run on a treadmill, when I noticed he was going to attempt to bench press an impressive load on bench press, and it was clear that the only people he would impress would be EMT, in a lucky event he wouldn't die under the bar.

I jumped off the treadmill and rushed to him just in time to grab the bar right before it crushed his chest.

- It's OK, don't worry. I got this. I said to him calmly and slowly put the 100kgs barbell on the handles. I could see shock in his eyes, as he realised that what he did was not only so incredibly stupid, but also could have just killed him. I gave him a hand and pulled him off the bench. - It was an ambitious start, I gotta give You that. I'm Andy by the way.

- Thank You sir. He finally said gasping. - I'm sorry... I don't have much experience working out. I didn't know.

Seeing him understanding his mistake was so heartwarming. And he was unbelievably cute. He couldn't have been more than 160, 165cm. Slim, blonde, medium flow off hair, blue eyes and cheeks rose of shame. He was a cherub, and I knew I'll take my chances with him. I grabbed his shoulder firmly but gently, looked him in the eyes and said - You have Your first experience now, make it count. I smiled and brushed my hand through his hair. Are You alone here?

- Yes sir, it's my first take on the gym.

- And did You load this barbell yourself?

- I did.

- That must have been quite a workout on it's own. How much do You weight?

- 47 kilograms.

- I'm sure now You realise You put more than double your weight on the bar. And the bar itself is another 20 kilos.

- I just want to get some muscles.

- I know. And don't worry, You; ll get there. Have You done any exercise so far? Jogging? PE at school?

- Just PE. But I'm not very good at that either. I suck at team sports.

- That's not uncommon, You know, for boys your age? And usually it comes more to teachers that suck and lack basic pedagogical training. And how old are You actually?

- I'm 19 sir. Just got admitted into university. I don't want to start as a looser kid. Again.

- Let me tell You, You sure have spirit in You, I can see it. Do You still want to start seriously with You exercises?

- I do Sir.

- I'm a professional personal trainer and a physiotherapist. This is not my business gym - I live close by and this is my personal space, so I; m not making You a business offer. But if You want Boy, You can get on a treadmill with me, I'll see where You are, and I can offer You some guidance. Does it sound fun? He finally smiled when I asked that, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

- It does! Let's do it!

We ran to the treadmills, and i've started some easy jogging program.

- And do You have any name, or do I keep calling You Boy?

- Ohmygod, I totally forgot. I'm soo sorry. My name is Patrick.

I really loved his humble, shy and honest demeanor.

- Well, it's a pleasure to meet You Boy.

He didn't last long on the treadmill, but he did his best, and I didn't mind doing my workout light. He did manage to break 5k, although his cardio could use improvement. After that, I've took him back to the weightlifting area, but I've started him with some small dumbbells. 1kg and proper technique did show him respect. He didn't have any idea of training plan goals, other than to "impress his girl". This was a surprise to me. He didn't seem the type of boy who already is in a relationship. And honestly, I hoped he was single. But hey, teenage relationships hardly last long, and even less make it past the first semester of Uni. I didn't ask if he had any interest or experience with men obviously, as to not spook him, but I already started to suspect that he is surrounded by strong, determined women and doesn't have a male rolemodel in his life. And was more than happy to step in.

- So, how do You feel boy?

- I'm tired. Dead tired... he gasped.

- Haha, I'm glad to hear that. It means You've done a good, honest workout. Be prepared that the next two or three days will be painful, but that's a great start, You know?

- How much painful? He asked with genuine fear in his eyes.

- Don't worry, You'll be OK. You've done really well. Come on now, grab Your stuff and let's head for the showers. I said as I patted his back. He didn't seem to mind, so I kept my hand there for a few steps and stroked his lower back a few times. When we got to the locker room, I told him to undress and come meet me at my locker before he hits shower. I got naked myself, and took my notepad and a pen. Sitting on a bench he came to me wearing only plain black briefs. His skin was healthy, ivory pale with a rose shade. And not a single dark hair on his body. He wasn't malnutritioned, he was healthy, but there he was really skinny, I could easily see ribs under his skin. But what really got my heart running was his peach of a bottom. Now I understood why he wore shorts that seemed so baggy. His hips were wide. They would be considered wide even if he was a girl. I would feel safe to bet that his waist is over 90cm. And the only fat that he had on his body, accumulated in his bubbly butt. It was evident that his hormonal development took some unusual turns, especially considering that there were no signs of gynecomastia. It was evident now where his idea to hit the gym to impress the girls came from - this wasn't a body type that would be popular with girls. And honestly, no amount of gym won't help him get body even vaguely resembling a canonical athlete.

I could only wish for him, and hope for myself, that young as he still was, he was at least heteroflexible or bicurious. Judging by his first steps at the gym it was safe to assume that his girlfriend didn't have any intentions of encouraging him to explore his gentle side, I decided it's perfectly fair for me to try.

Looking at this masterpiece of anatomy I thought to myself that dressing him in plain boy briefs was a crime, and I couldn't hide my erection even if I tried. He tore me out of my thoughts though.

- Anything exciting in that notebook? If he wasn't so shy I would be sure he was making reference to my hard-on.

- There might be, actually. I started scribing, and tore a page out. Here's my phone number, and my home address. Don't loose it. And write down Yours for me here. I handed him my notebook. He wrote eagerly, and with a smile on his face.

- So, does it mean we're friends now? He asked when handing it back.

- Friendship is a big word, Boy, and I don't know You that well yet. Would You like us to be friends?

- I don't know. I never had an older friend yet. He said with a hint of sorrow on his face. But I think I'd like to.

The odds were clearly in my favour. I stood up and said:

- Well, I can tell You this: You are obviously kind, well behaved and respectful young man. I am more than happy to help You love Your body, and if You continue being humble as You are, speak Your mind civilly and listen carefully, this can surely sprout into closest friendship.

- And what if I'm not ambitious enough?

Bingo! I knew it. I don't know who is putting more pressure on him - his mother or girlfriend, but it's clearly my chance to be his first opportunity to explore hisself. I decided to play hard, looked around and thankfully we were alone in the room. I came closer to him, my penis almost touching him, looked down into his eyes and said:

- Boy, You're nineteen. You're too young to be expected to be ambitious. The only thing You should be expected to do, is to try and know Yourself. Find what You like in life, and what You're good at. Is this something You need me to help You with?

- Yes.

- Good. So that's what I'll help You with. But now go get a shower! I commanded, turning him around and giving him a smack on the bum to get him going. Start hot water for me too, I'll meet You there!

- I will!

I couldn't believe my luck. This boy will not be a one night stand, that's for sure. it probably never occurred to him that he could be anything but heterosexual, but his openness to touch, his craving for acceptance - he clearly has too many expectations laid on him for too long. There is no guarantee that he'll fall for the idea that started building in my mind, but I damn sure that he'll at least want to explore, as long as he is not pushed into anything.

The undeserved end

My ankle was sore from sprain. The way Andy grabbed first aid kit and quickly cooled and dressed it really helped. and he even drove me to my apartment. Well, my girlfriends apartment, but You know what I mean. Still, it hurt like hell and all I wanted to do was to lie down in bed and wait for the painkillers to work. I turned the key in the lock and opened the door and heard a male voice say:

"What the fuck?" followed by my girlfriend saying "Shut-up and just zip-up quickly". She came out the living room, all blushed, a bit of sweat and her make-up and hair in disarray.

- Honey, I though it was Your workout day?

- I sprained my ankle. Are we having guests? I asked. And then some skater looking dude, smelling of pot, came out of the living room.

- Yo, I was just leaving. Call me later Meg.

- Okay, but who is he and why is your lipstick smeared on his face? Guy rubbed traces of lipstick from his face in one quick motion and got agitated

- What the fuck man? What lipstick? You wanna show me that lipstick?

- You just wiped it

- Are You saying I'm cheating? That's what You're trying to say? Meg interrupted?

- Man, that's not how You treat a lady, he pushed me, Apologize to her now!

- But I just

- But You just what man? You're calling Meg a whore? He grabbed me and pushed against a wall.

- Tom, please don't, just leave him, please I'll sort it out OK? Just go and I'll call You later, OK?

- Sure, babe. He let me go, and spat on my face. Respect the lady, and we might be cool.

She grabbed him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and pushed him out of the door.

- What the fuck was that Patrick? Why did You have to be like that?

- Like what? Why did I have to be like what? I screamed, dropping on the living room sofa. She sat opposite of me.

- I just invited a friend for a chat and You rush in like some maniac, start a fight with him and call me a whore?! Couldn't You call and tell me You're gone be back earlier? What the fuck is wrong with You?!

- Are You crazy? It wasn't like that at all!

- Are You trying to gaslight me? No, I won't be hearing this.

She sat beside me. Stop and apologize, and we'll forget about it and it will be alright. Ok babe?

- But it was he who got mad, You know it! And what why there lipstick on his face?!

- Babe, it was just a prank. I left my lipstick on the table, and he just started joking around with it, that's all.

- Well it didn't look like a prank at all.

- It was. And now You're imagining things. How can we be together if You don't trust me? Do You want to break up with me like that?!

- You're making it all about me!

- Well it is about You! Don't You think I know You're cheating on me?!

- What? That's crazy!

- You think I would be too stupid to notice You fucking behind my back? You start hitting the gym and right after that we barely have sex once a week?!

- I'm dead beat tired of workouts!

- Oh I can imagine Your workouts! Admit it, You just fuck that fag of a trainer? You know, I could be a forgiving girlfriend, pretend I don't know anything and tolerate that, but You don't give me a choice with that attitude! I break up with You! Get the fuck out of my apartment! Get the fuck out right now or I'll call Tom to come back and report You assaulted him and me!

- Are You of Your mind?

- Just get the fuck out now, don't even pack Your things, I'll send them later IF you don't make any more trouble! Is that clear?

I just stood up, almost dropping to floor with my sprained ankle, but walked away. I didn't have anywhere else to go, other than after just a feek weeks of adult living, get back to my moms apartment.

The unexpected end

It was just few weeks since my son has moved into his girlfriends apartment, preparing to start their new, adult life on University, and hopefully, in due time, followed by proper engagement and wedding. It was an adjustment for me, being an independent mother for nineteen years, with Patrick being the one and only man of my life for that time. I was happy for him, but I wouldn't be honest if I said I wasn't surprised. He is a lovely boy - intelligent, quiet, gentle, caring and sweet. A boy a woman could only dream of.

But that's the thing. A woman. He had all the personality traits that a mature, responsible woman would care for in a husband, in a father of her child. But the girls in their teens? They crave so very different flavors.

That's why I was surprised he met his sweetheart in high school, and that they've been together for two years now. Even more, I was surprised when she ended up being accepted at the same university and same faculty - faculty of architecture. Much to his help, I guess. They spent hours studying together, but it would be more fair to say he was tutoring her. And I wouldn't be honest if I said I like her very much - she is clearly a materialistic girl, ambitious but in a selfless type. I would assume if she hadn't come from a wealthy family she'd easily end up a golddigger. But I have to give her credit where credit is due - even though im certain she is with my boy mainly for him helping her out with her studies, she at least develops herself, and, more importantly, Patrick says he's happy with her, and I try my best to believe that. Considering very limited interest from girls he had, I think it's fair to say he got quite lucky.

And with that thought, I think I got quite lucky as well. Being just 35 (yes, teen pregnancy...), financially stable and secure, with a very decent figure and looks overall, I was just about to enjoy my first proper date in quite many years.

New lingerie? Check. Sensual music and candlelight? Check. A bottle of nice wine? Check. Is there anything missing? A man? A woman? Not at all. Maybe, some time later. But right now, in my life, I am more than satisfied with my newly regained independence, and ready for an evening of self love.

I just put away my empty glass of wine, reaching for my new vibrator, when suddenly the doorbell rang. I so much wanted to ignore whoever that was, but it kept on ringing. Angry, I got out of bed and reached for my robe when I suddenly heard Patrick's voice "Mom, open up, please?". I immediately sensed something terrible happened. Nevermind the robe, I rushed to the door completely disregarding I was only wearing bra, garter belt and stockings.

When I opened the door, my son was there, with just a single duffel bag in his hand, all in tears, and asked "Mom, can I stay with You for some more time?"

Of course You can Baby, of course You can.

New beginnings

- Good morning mrs Jones, I'm here to see Patrick.

- Good morning Andy, thank You for coming, please come in! Patrick told me You'll see him, I'm so glad he has a friend to support him.

She let me into his bedroom saying "Your friend is here baby. Do You need anything? Coffee, tea?"

- I'm good mom.

- I could use a glass of water, if You don't mind.

- Of course, I'll be right back. She said leaving.

- It's good to see You boy. I said to him sitting down at the side of his bed. He was lying down, wearing a grey tracksuit that fit his bottom well, but obviously wasn't his - judging by the white, glittery Glamour banner that spread across the chest.

- I guess we won't be training anymore, won't we?

- Why do You say so?

- Because I can't even run properly and I broke my leg like an idiot?

- Your leg is not broken, and injuries happen even to the best of sportsmen. I said with a smile, gently taking his leg and rolling up his pants leg to see his ankle. I touched it gently, it was still swollen but not too much. Still, it did cause him a bit of pain. I rewarded it with some feet rub. He closed his eyes and didn't say a anything.

You're mending just fine. It will take few weeks to heal, but it doesn't mean You will be completely immobile, You know? Although You do deserve some rest.

His mom walked and put a glass of water on the nightstand. He asked her to lock the doors behind her.

- So You still want me to train with You?

- I want to know if You still want to train.

- I don't know... I exercising with You.

- Im assuming there is a but?

- But weightlifting sucks. It's boring.

- Yes, it is. It's so boring many people use the time to review their bills or plan their next day. Or just stare at other peoples bottoms. Is there anything that wasn't boring?

- I liked running... But that's not an option anymore.

- Not an option for few weeks.

- And stretching felt nice.

- Do You want me to adjust Your plan for cardio and stretching?

- Would You do that?

- Of course I would. Our eyes met, and I've seen him smile a bit.

- You know... Meg accused me of cheating with You.

- What? That's absurd! I exclaimed.

- She made it up when I walked in on her and some guy making out, the day the ankle happened. I was stunned. She told me to just forget what I've seen, and when I refused she said she'll tell everyone I cheated on her with You. She said You're a fag and we're fucking.

- I just don't know what to say. I can't imagine where she got that idea.

- Does it matter?

- You're right, it doesn't.

- Are You a fag?

- Boy, You have every right to be upset, but don't appreciate this language. And what exactly do You mean by fag?

- I don't know. Do You sleep with guys?

- Not recently. Not since I've moved. I was struck with a moment of silence.

- So You do?

- Yes, I do sleep with men. I've been, and hopefully I will be again, in relationship with men. I don't feel there is anything to be ashamed in that.

- What about girls?

- I've never been in love with a girl. Nor any official relationship.

- With Your looks I thought You can't get girls away from You.

- Yet it's just not what I prefer.

- Why didn't You tell me?

- Why didn't You ask? I guess it's just not a topic of conversation that came across. Would it have changed anything if we have talked about it?

- I don't know. Probably not. You could get me some tips how to get good with girls? Gays are suppposed to be good with that? Or some fashion advice? I could hear it in his voice he wasn't angry at me.

- Haha, yes, we're supposed to be like that. But it's not always the case. Would You like me to try and help You get back with Meg?

- No. That wouldn't make sense.

- Even if it doesn't, I could stil help You if You want it.

- Is it wrong if I dont?

- No. It's not wrong. You have the right to make any decision You want, nobody should judge You for that.

- I don't want to see her or talk to her ever again. He said through his teeth and looked turned away to the window.

- And that is fine. I heard him start to sob.

- It's not fine. I'll need to see her at the uni. I'm sure she'll want to bully me. I sat closer to him and hugged him. He hugged me back, crying into my chest.

- Boy, I wish I could tell You she won't. But You're probably right, she might try and bully You. Not all battles can be won, You need to pick Yours to win. But it's not a decision for today. Or tomorrow. I will help You however I can, but right now, You need to focus on Your wellbeing. And we have all summer to figure how to deal with that. He stopped sobbing, tears still flowing from his eyes he rose his head up and asked:

- You will? You won't just leave me?

- Of course I won't. I care for You boy. I said, and I kissed his head as he put his head back on my chest. We just laid there hugging for quite some time, until he calmed up. When he finally did, he asked:

- Can You not tell my mom anything?

- I can. But I'm sure she's worried about You. Will You tell her enough to keep her calm?

- I will. Probably not today, but I will.

- It's a deal then. I said smiling. I guess I'll need to be leaving. Have some things to do.

- Will You visit me again?

- As often as You like. I said. To my surprise, he kissed me on my cheek. I looked into his eyes, and kissed him back on the lips. When our lips parted, he blushed and looked down shyly. I walked out of the door to see his mother reading on the sofa.

- I will see Andrew out baby. Mother said.

- Thank You mom.

- Would You mind if I walk You to Your car? She asked quietly when after she approached me.

- No, not at all. I said as we walked out of their apartment.

- He smiled for the first time in two days. She said.

- His ankle seems to be healing up nicely. I'm not a doctor, but I am a physiotherapist, so I can tell. There soon should be no pain when he lies or sits, and in the next few days I would expect him to start walking around a bit.

- Oh, You know its not the ankle I'm taking about.

- Yeah, I know... I said not knowing where she wants to go with that.

- Do You know why they broke up?

- Honestly, I don't know much. Patrick has told a bit, but I promised to keep it a secret.

- Even from his mom? Is there anything I should worry about?

- Promise is a promise, right? But don't take it against Yourself. Even if I hadn't promised, there really wouldn't be much I'd have to tell. And what's more important, he didn't ask me to keep it a secret out of fear from You, nor did he to my knowledge do anything wrong. I say he's just ashamed.

- I understand. There's not point in denying that there comes a time when boys drift away from their moms. It's not like it would be the first time. Though I'm glad this time he found someone reasonable to confide in.

- Thank You for seeing it this way. And, I don't know if that will change anything, it's just my gut feeling, but I would say his girlfriend wasn't the best person.

- Oh believe me I know! She almost exclaimed. She was his first girlfriend, and they made it a serious relationship, so I didn't want to ruin his chance at luck, but I know this type of girls. She was ambitious, pretty and selfish, which is absolutely the most successful combination if You're a girl, but can be absolutely worst for the boy she meets.

- I'm quite surprised You say that openly. I usually expect girl to girl solidarity.

- Don't forget, I'm a mother first. She said with a smile.

- I'm glad to hear it. She needs someone close now. And I mean it - close. He is a boy, but he is a very gentle soul. This situation is rough for him as it is. This is no time for him to man-up or get tough, if You know what I mean? If I were a doctor I would prescribe him lots of cuddles and hot cocoa.

- That's something I didn't expect to hear from a man like Yourself. She said with genuine surprise in her voice. But it does make sense. I tried to raise him a self-sufficient gentleman, but there is no point denying - there is only so much a mother can do, and he doesn't have the toughest foundations. He's lucky he has You to look up to if You don't mind me saying that.

- Hey, don't be hard on Yourself. He loves You and appreciates You. Can I be honest with You and give You a bit of advice?

- Of course.

- Its not anymore time for You to point him in the right direction. It's the last opportunity for You to try and see where HE is looking at, and let him explore his possibilities, even if it means making some mistakes down the road. See, ask, hear and support him.

A moment of silence has passed before she responded.

- Wow. I've been seeing a therapist regularly for years, but I've never had a conversation that immediately seemed so impactful. Thank You. I will do that.

- Again, I'm just happy for Patrick. And I have a great deal of respect for You too, now that I've finally met You in person. Well, I guess it's time for me to get back.

- I hope to see You soon!

I smiled, and started to get to my car, but then I turned back.

- Anna.

- Yes? She turned back as well. I took out my card and gave it to her.

Here's my phone number. I want You to call me if You need anything. And I mean You. Patrick is in touch anyway.

- Thank You. She blushed and smiled. I'm sure I will.

- And one more thing. I don't know if Patrick mentioned that I'm a masseuse. Those days are sure hard on You. I'm happy to help You get some of that tension off of Your back and shoulders. Just give me a call.

- I will look forward to that. She smiled even more, and I finally got into my car and drove away.

Patrick's first time

I was just about to take the apple pie out of the oven when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to let Patrick in.

- Why didn't You call me, I could've walked You from the bus stop? Immediately after I closed the door behind him he gave me hug, followed by a quick kiss on the lips. This wasn't a total surprise after I kissed him when we parted, but nonetheless it wasn't expected.

- Mom drove me. She says hi.

- Make sure to "Hi" her back from me. Make Yourself comfortable and I'll just take the apple pie from the oven.

- It smells so good. Can we have ice cream as well?

- I guess that's the reason why You do exercise right?

- I want a double scoop then!

- Language please, Boy?

- Can I have double scoop of ice cream please?

- Yes You can.

I brought a plate to the living room, and found him sitting on the sofa playing with the TV remote, setting up some playlist on Spotify. Seeing him distracted, I sat next to him, and fed him some cake with a spoon. When he finally managed to start some cheerful tunes he laid back on me, and opened his mouth for the next spoonful to arrive.

- Aren't You becoming lazy? I asked half-jokingly.

- I'm sure You'll make me make up for it in my training plan! Can't You spoil me just this one day?

- I guess I can. But I'm not sure I want to risk spoiling such a well behaved boy like You are.

- Oh, for this cake I promise I'll be good!

- I'll keep Your word for it, I said as I fed him the ice cream for a change.

When he was done with the cake, I laid flat back on the sofa, and he lied next to me, my arm wrapped around him. He buried his face in my beard, and put his hand on my chest, stroking it gently.

- You seemed surprised when I kissed You.

- I was. I didn't expect it.

- You didn't like it?

- Of course I liked it. I just didn't expect it. It was a pleasant surprise.

- I couldn't get Your kiss out of my head yesterday. I still can't.

- How did it make You feel?

- Different.

- In what way?

- When Meg kissed me, she only kissed me when she wanted something. Or after I gave her something.

- This doesn't sound very warm. I'm sorry to hear that. Did You kiss anyone else beside Meg?

- Only my mom. But just on the cheek.

- Do You often kiss Your mom?

- Not really. I used to when I was a kid. But since high school not anymore. It was kinda lame enough that she drove me to school each day.

- And now? Do You miss it?

- Yeah. I know she did it to show she loves me. I love her too. It was just the other kids. Nobody wants to be lame. But I do miss it now. You know, yesterday when she came back, she just came to my room and lied next to me, told me she loved me, kissed me on the head, and just cuddled. We didn't talk, or anything. Just cuddled. And we stayed like that till I fell asleep.

- That must've been nice.

- It was.

- Did You tell her that?

- No.

- Why don't You tell her that now?

- Right now?

- Yes, just call her.

- Hey baby, is everything OK?

- Hi mom, is all good. You have a minute?

- Of course I do, what's the matter?

- I just wanted to tell You I really liked our time yesterday. Do You think we could do that more often?

- Of course my baby! We can do it again today, and any day. I'd love to!

- I love You mom.

- I love You too sweetie. I'll make You hot cocoa when You're back, and we will cuddle. Do You want me to pick You up?

- No mom. Andy will drive me back. I'll let You know when, OK?

- OK sweetie. Be nice to mr. Andrew. I love You.

- Love You too.

- How did it feel?

- It feels so warm in my chest.

- Can I touch it?

- Yes...

I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hand under his t-shirt. Ran my hand over his flat tummy, pleasantly filled with apple pie and ice-cream. Slid my hand it up to his chest.

- I can feel You heart beating. It's beating fast.

- It is. I moved my leg in between his legs. It was obvious where all the blood was going.

- You are excited. Do You like it?

- Yes... I moved my hand so that my fingers could very gently touch his nipples. He closed his eyes and stopped his breath.

- Did Meg ever make You feel this way?

- No... Never.

- Tell me what do You feel.

- I feel I want to kiss You.

- I don't believe You. I said as I played with nipple. If You wanted to kiss me You'd kissed me. I undressed him of his shirt and tshirt, exposing him, and I kissed his chest. Tell me what You want.

- I want to be kissed... I want You to kiss me!

I moved on top of him, him laying flat on his back, and started kissing him passionately, on the lips. He was all into it, putting his arms around me and hugging me strongly. We only parted when he gasped for air, and when he did it was just for a split of a second. The music in the background became totally imperceptible, replaced with just the sounds of our lips, tongues, and his moans.

I decided to take it further. Next time he gasped, I moved lower, kissing his neck, and down to lick and suck his nipples, further down on the way to his lap, where I set my goal. But that was not meant for today. I didn't play with my tongue on his nipples for too long when his moan turned into an ecstatic scream, and his body spasmed. I knew immediately what happened.

- Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. He apologized in panic.

- It's OK boy, it's OK. I comforted him. I looked him in the eyes and told him. Just enjoy it. I said, once again french-kissing, but gently, and lied down next to him.

- I think my pants are wet. He said shyly after a few minutes when his breath calmed down and his senses came back. I laughed playfully.

- That's to be expected when You come before You take them off. But don't worry, I have an idea. I got off the sofa, and picked him up.

- What are You doing? Where are You taking me? Let me go! He laughed too. And I took him to the bathroom. I put him down on the bathroom dresser, and started to fill the large bathtub, which my rented apartment thankfully had.

- I am gonna get You nice and clean in no time. I said I started to undress his bottoms, finally leaving him all naked. He blushed again, and so did the rest of his body, his chest becoming adorably pink. Soon to follow, the cause of this whole commotion rose to the occasion as well. His breaths got quick and short as I left him in anticipation, admiring his wide, thicc hips and thighs. I leaned to kiss him on the lips, letting my hands wander around his waist, hips and inner thighs, my fingers playing close to his most intimate areas. And soon it proved too close, as he let out another unboyishly high and loud moan, and sprayed my chest with thick cream.

I should have expected that. I said giving him a final kiss before I undressed myself and put him, whose body was completely limp from sensational exhaustion, and myself, into the already hot, foamy bathtub.

- I've never felt anything like it. He gasped, when his senses became to return. I've made love to Meg, but it never was like that for me. I doubt it was even close to that for her.

- What were her favorite things You done to her?

- She liked to sit on my face. And the cowgirl. I didn't like the cowgirl though.

- Why not?

- It felt like she only needed my dick and not me.

- Language, please. I reprimanded him, but also gave him a kiss. But I think I can imagine how insensitive this must have been to You. You know what matters to me is much, much more than Your beautiful body? I asked kissing him again.

- I feel it. I feel it in a way I've never felt it from Meg. He sat astride me, and I comfortably laid back in the tub as he leaned down to make out with me fondly. Does today make us a couple?

- It takes more than sex for two people to become a couple, You know? I said with a kiss. We still have a lot to get to know about each other. What we like, what we don't like. What if there is something about me that You won't like? I asked, intertwining sentences with kisses.

- Do You have anything particular in mind? He asked back, positioning himself comfortably on my lap, with his bottom rubbing against my member. I took a minute gather my thoughts.

- I like commitment. I am more than happy to commit myself to You my Boy, but I also cherish my freedom and independence. I can't promise You You'll be only commitment. And at the same time, I very much like to give direction in the relationship. You asking if we're a couple says that You want us to be. But being a couple is a statement, not a question. And the real question is not even what You want, but what You need. Do You know what You need, my Boy?

- I don't think so. No. He said as he lowered his gaze shyly. I lifted his chin so our eyes met, and asked

- Would You like me to guide You to find those answers? Are You willing to take the risks?

- Yes. I am. He said with determination, and sealed this obligation with a fond french kiss.

Anna's unspoken date

Day before

Anna: Hi Andrew, how's it going? I've just came home from some shopping with Patrick. He has really turned around, You know?. He says it's endorphins and dopamine from his workouts, but I think it's Your influence. I hope he doesn't give You too much trouble?

Andrew: Lovely to hear from You Anne! I'm glad You feel he's happy. He is no trouble at all! He is becoming so passionate about his workouts, I really enjoy working with him! What did You guys buy?

Anna: I'm so relieved. You were such a help for me in those hardest days. I would hate for us to be a burden to You! And we were shopping for some clothes. That girl didn't manage to send his stuff back, and we won't be asking, for sure. Can You imagine we spent half a day at the malls, and only managed to get him a pair of trousers, few t-shirts and some undies! He got picky! And we still have to get him new exercise clothes! That's a workout for me!

Andrew: Lets just be glad she's no longer in the picture! And I admire what a supportive Mom You are! You know what? Maybe I could take Patrick shopping for sports, and You could have some well deserved rest? Or shop on Your own and spoil Yourself a bit?

Anna: OMG, Andrew, You are so thoughtful! Won't it be too much trouble?

Andrew: Not at all! I can pick him up whenever, and then drop him off!

Anna: You're too kind! That sounds great!

Anna: Actually, I was thinking. Is that offer of a massage still on the table?

Andrew: Of course it is! You got my address, right? Just name the time.

Anna: Would it work if You pick Patrick tomorrow morning, drop him off around noon, and pick me up?

Andrew: Sounds like a plan! See You tomorrow!

Morning

His mom opened the door as soon as I rang the bell.

- Come in, he's just getting ready! She said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. Would You like some coffee or tea? Or would You like some breakfast?

- You know I never leave home without breakfast. Quick refill of coffee would be great though! I said as I waived my reusable cup.

- I'll get that filled up right away!

I used this opportunity to quickly sneak into his room. He just pulled his pants up when I sneaked up behind him to turn him around and give him a quick kiss. He kissed me back, smiled, and stepped back to show off his new pants with a pirouette.

- How do I look?

He was wearing a warm yellow cargo pants, with legs getting just a bit wider at the bottom, and at the top they hugged his hips like a glove, highlighting them nicely. The waist was low cut, which made the top band of his briefs show. I was blown away. He completed the look with white sneakers and close fitting t-shirt, and topped it off with a golden vegan-leather belt with a tailed star for a buckle.

- You look absolutely stunning! No wonder shopping took You so long! You're an absolute masterpiece! I continued to admire him from all sides, turning him around and around, as his mom entered with my coffee mug.

- Mom did most of the digging. I mostly just nagged and grumbled, to be fair.

- I didn't expect You to be so bold and brave, but I have to admit it, it was worth it. She said as she passed me the cup.

- I love You mom! Patrick said as he put his arm around moms waist and gave her a long kiss on the cheek.

- I love You my brave little lion! She said, kissing him back.

- I'll bring him back around noon as planned. I'll call You when we leave the last store, ok?

- Thank You Andy. I'll be ready!

- Are You planning to give Your gym look a complete make-over as well?

- Would You mind if did?

- Not at all. It was a surprise, but again, a very nice surprise. It's unpretending, it's fun. I love it. And this golden belt? That's bold, but it just look so right on You!

- I'm so excited. I just feel alive. And I feel so relieved. I was worried You won't like it. That it won't be masculine enough for You.

- I'm glad You took that risk then. I said, and I kissed him when we stopped at next stoplight.

When we rolled into the parking lot and parked, I turned to him and asked:

- I'm curious, what gave You the thought to be less masculine?

- That's the thing, I don't want to be less masculine. So far everybody wanted me to be more masculine than I guess I am. And I don't want to anymore.

- That's the best explanation one could give. I'm all for it Boy. I can't guarantee that I'll like all Your experiments, I have my taste. But be Yourself, express Your style however it feels right.

- Thank You Andy. I really need it.

- So where do we start? He asked as we entered the mall.

- I say shoes. We need to get You proper running shoes, and maybe a pair for pilates?

- Pilates?

- Yeah, I thought You could try that. You say you enjoy the before and after workout stretches, why not try something more?

- That does sound fun! Let's try it. And after that we can look for bottoms?

It didn't take long to choose the shoes. Andrew used his expertise to propose few decent pairs of shoes that would offer good heel and achilles support, of which Patrick chose bright yellow ones. Shoes for pilates were even easier as Patrick immediately fell in love in a baby-pink pair that was on display.

When they got to shopping for bottoms, that's when it got exciting, as Patrick pointed at pair of skimpy marathon shorts, same bright yellow as his new shoes. When tried them on and walked out of fitting room Andrew's heart raced. He looked around, and when saw that noone was in sight, he grabbed his butt.

- Those are short even for a girl. I love them. But You know they might get You catcalled, or worse?

- Called a fag?

- You know I don't like such language. I kissed him.

- What if I am one? Patrick teased.

- Oh I believe You might. And I don't mind at all. I just want You to be a well mannered one. Let's take them.

We also got another pair just a bit longer, and plain black with white hems. Then we moved to the alley with sweatpants, but after first glance, he took my hand and asked:

- Can I try leggings?

- Leggings?

- Yes, You know what leggings are, don't You?

- Sure we can.

If the yellow pants highlighted his hips nicely, going for the leggings straight on showed them off. I was well aware how feminine his bottom part was, but when he tried on the first, plain black pair of proper leggings and turned back - from behind he passed for a girl. And a pretty one. We kept those plain matte blacks, a pair of turquoise with wide black waistband, and a pair in a violet-blue galaxy pattern. His only concern was:

- My brief lines show. He said looking at his butt in the mirror.

- You need tangas for that. Or seamless undies.

- Where do we get those?

- I'm not sure those will be available in mens section here.

- Well, we're not in mens section anyway, are we? He said teasingly.

- If you're so brave, why don't we try proper underwear shopping? I teased back.

We quickly checked out at the counter, and started to look for underwear store. We quickly found one which seemed to have quite reasonable choice, with noone inside other than shop assistant.

- Good morning? What can I help You with today? She greeted us warmly. I approached her, leading Patrick with my hand around his waist.

- Good morning. My boyfriend is looking for some underwear that would go nicely with his workout leggings. Do You have any tangas? Or seamless briefs? I asked without hesitation.

- Oh we certainly do. We have boys seamless briefs and tangas, made with comfortable, thin, cotton based fabric, in a fashionable selection of colors. She guided us to a counter where he picked few pairs of skimpy briefs in white, blue, fluorescent yellow and turquoise and classic black.

But if You wan't tangas, I'm afraid we don't have anything dedicated to boys anatomy at the moment, but I am happy to show You to our womens collection if tucking comes into question.

- What's tucking? Patrick asked.

- Oh, it just means You need to arrange Your intimates in a particular way inside Your undies. She explained politely.

- That's not perfect for workouts, but if You have something nice we'll be happy to consider.

- And what do You consider nice? She asked. As Patrick tried to speak, I squeezed his hand and answered.

- Lace or see through. And pastel colors.

- Oh, we have plenty of those. What size are You?

- I'm not really sure, I'm sorry.

- Oh, that's not a problem. She took a step back, looked at his hips, and asked him to turn around. Just give me a second. She came back with a tape measure, and measured his waist. You'll be size L, or 46. You'd look fabulous in those. She said as she presented a pair of pink, satin panties with an embroidered teddy bear on the front, and completely seethrough back.

- They are adorable! Patrick squeaked.

- And would You also have something just a little bit more on the elegant side? I asked.

- I think I have something just for Your taste. She said, and came back with a dark pink, lace panties with fully open back and a matching garter belt with a big bow in the back, and stockings. They come also in red and white. She asked showing them directly to me, understanding who will make this decision.

- We'll take pink and white. And the ones with the bear of course. But please pack them separately from the boy briefs.

- Certainly sir. She said to me. And You'll enjoy wearing them. Said to Patrick

- I'll make sure he will. I said with a smile.

- How did it feel to be my boyfriend? I asked when we left the mall.

- Oh my God, she was dressing me for Your bedroom. It felt so naughty!

- She certainly is a naughty girl. But very polite and helpful, don't You think?

- She was. You liked her, don't You?

- I do. How does it make You feel?

- It makes me wanna wear those panties!

- Patience my Boy. You get the briefs. Panties will wait for You in my bedroom.

- Oh, You're terrible!

- You don't know a thing! I said teasingly, gave him a kiss, and called his mom that I; m on my way to exchange her son for her.

Afternoon