Ch. 03: Patrick

As I open my eyes, I'm trying to figure out where I am. My head is throbbing. Then I feel the big arms around me and the body pressed against my back. I slowly turn my head and see its David. OMFG, what did I do! Recounting the night, the pieces come together. I can't believe I lost my virginity to my dad. Oh fuck, this is going to end badly.

I try to squirm out of bed, but David holds me in place.

With his eyes still closed, he says, "Go back to sleep, it's too early."

With my pounding headache, it is easy to give in to his snuggle and fall back asleep.

Waking up the second time, the sizzling sound and smell of bacon fills the room. I'm not sure how time has passed, but the entire place is bathed in sunlight and I am alone. Sitting up, I see David in the kitchen, cooking.

He spots me and smiles. "Good morning, sleepy boy, how are you feeling?"

I'm still a bit dazed, "My head hurts."

"There's water and ibuprofen on the nightstand for you."

I move to the side of the bed and sit on the edge. After taking the ibuprofen, I stare off into space.

"Take a shower, it will help wake you up; plus, you are sticky from last night."

Oh God. Realizing there is dried cum all over my body, I get up and head to the bathroom.

He calls out, "I put out a clean towel, and found some things from the lost-and-found box that should fit. Don't worry, they're clean."

The shower wakes me up and helps me feel like myself again. It also brings clarity to what I did. At this moment, I decide that the only option is to never tell him about our connection. Sliding on the gym shorts and t-shirt he left out, the shorts fit a bit snug and the t-shirt's a bit loose, but this is better than putting on yesterday's clothes.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I find him motioning me to sit at the table.

"Would you like a bacon and cheddar omelet?"

I nod, "Um, yeah, that's one of my favorites."

He walks over with two plates and sits down across from me; setting one plate in front of me and the other by him. "Great, I took a chance, it's a favorite of mine too."

As we sit and eat, he asks, "Is it only your head that hurts?"

"Oh, that. So far, so good."

He looks at me quizzically, "Have you done this before?"

I'm not sure how to answer, "Ah, yes, and no. You are the first real one."

A huge grin comes across his face, "You dirty little boy, I love it."

I smile back and change the topic, "I didn't notice, your hair is kind of strawberry."

David touches his head, "Yeah, I'm from a family of redheads too. In fact, you look more like my family than I do. If it wasn't for the fact that I look like my grandfather, I would have thought I was switched at birth."

We continue to make small talk while eating. He is out to his parents and they are very close. He was able to open the bar when a great uncle died and left him the money and the building. I do talk about myself without lying, sharing about school, living at home, and being the youngest of five. I confide in him that my parents are super conservative and coming out for me will never be an option. Even though we are only talking about surface stuff, it feels very intimate.

As we finish our breakfast, he asks, "When do you need to be home?"

I shyly say, "Not until tomorrow, why?"

He gives a hopeful look, "Want to stay?"

I nod,

We go to the sectional, where he sits in the corner and invites me to lie down putting my head in his lap. He turns on the TV and lands on a football game. While he watches, he massages my head. It feels so good and definitely helps with my headache.

After some time, I look up at him and randomly ask, "Was I okay last night?"

He peers down at me. "First, I would have kicked you to the curb if you were only okay." He kisses me on the forehead. "Second, I rarely let anyone spend the night." He kisses me on the nose, "And third, I have never been with just one guy that completely exhausted me." He kisses me on the mouth.

Grinning at him, I say, "Good, I want to make you happy. I know you are into crazier stuff; I want to know I'll try anything with you."

He cocks an eyebrow, "Really?"

I smile, "Really!"

He shifts a bit to look me straight in my eyes. "You want to talk about what I'm into."

"Are you in anything that will hurt?"

"Oh, definitely not, I only want to give you pleasure."

"Then I trust you." I rest my head back in his lap and close my eyes.

He reaches under me for his phone and spends about five minutes typing and responding to texts above my head. Finally, he tells me he has a plan for 4 p. m., before the bar opens. We spend the rest of the day relaxing, which allows my headache to go away.

Around 3 o'clock, he asks if I want any liquid encouragement. Taking him up on the offer, he pours us each two shots and grabs a bottle of beer for each of us out of the fridge. We shoot the two shots and wash it down with the beer. Before we leave, I'm already feeling buzzed, but we have another shot anyway.

When we leave the loft, he grabs a backpack at the base of the stairs and slings it over his shoulder. We go around to the bar's main entrance, where he unlocks the door and lets me in before locking it behind us. A flick of the switches brings a few overhead lights to life. We head back to the leather-paneled door. He reaches in and flicks more switches, creating a red glow in the space.

"I wanted to take you here, while the bar was closed so you could see it without anyone else here." He takes me through the maze-like space, pointing out the glory holes, fuck bench, the St. Andrew's cross, the lazy Susan. We get to the back of the space, and he says, "This is a sling, my favorite."

I smile.

In a low voice, he says, "Get naked and jump in. Leave your shoes on, always wear shoes in here."

I don't hesitate, I pull my shirt over my head and off, drop my shorts and underwear in one move and kick them off.

He helps me in, securing each leg and then each wrist. He asks, "How does that feel? It should be snug but comfortable."

I nod and smile.

"Now my favorite part," he reaches into the backpack and pulls out a black leather mask. He comes around behind me and slides it over my head, and I'm plunged into complete darkness.

This is a bit scary, I'm glad it's just the two of us here.

He then whispers in my ear, "You look like a fucking wet dream."

I hear a bit of moving around and then I feel it. David is eating my ass. I feel him humming as he opens me up. Hearing the lube bottle open, I prepare for more. First, one finger and then two. He stops and I jerk when he touches my nose. He rubs my cheek to reassure me and then holds a nostril and says, "Take a hit," he repeats with the other.

And then I feel his cock slide in, and he is immediately pumping away. I am amazed how easy it was this time. It doesn't seem long, and I feel the pulsing in my hole as he unloads. Thinking he needs a break, I'm surprised to have him set me up for another hit. Going back into the haze, I feel him slide back in and start pounding, cumming again pretty quickly. He does it for a third time, and I am shocked by his stamina. After the third time he leans over me and is playing with my ass that feels full of cum.

In a sultry voice, he growls, "You are glorious, your ass is fucking perfect."

Without a hit, I feel him slowly re-enter me, this time I really feel his size. He is very verbal this time, telling me how beautiful I am and how good I feel. He grabs my cock and starts pumping it while his thrusts pick up pace. He keeps going until I feel his whole-body shudder as he fills me again. I also shoot, feeling cum hit my chest and forehead. He collapses on me, and we lie there, me in the sling, him on top of me.

He comes out of his post-orgasm high and pulls off my mask. He leans in for a passionate kiss and says, "You are fucking amazing!"

He disappears for a few minutes but comes back with a warm cloth. He slowly wipes down my body while I'm still restrained. It was hot!

He undoes the restraints and helps me out of the sling. I'm a bit dizzy when I stand. Once I get my bearings, we kiss again. We dress and head out of the back room. When we re-enter the front bar, the two bartenders and this older guy are sitting at the bar. They turn to us, all smiling.