Ch. 04: David

When we walk out of the back room, my buddies are waiting for us. Patrick is, of course, surprised and looks to me for answers.

I smile and introduce them. "This is Joel, Mark, and Chuck; they helped us out."

Patrick is still processing.

I spell it out. "Do you really think I can cum four times that fast?"

"You mean you all fucked me!" He looks only at me. "And you like that?"

"I love that. I meant every word I said in there. It was so hot!"

The other men quickly agree, and we all wait to see Patrick's reaction.

A big grin crosses Patrick's face, and he says, "Yeah, it really was!"

We breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Then Mark chimes in, "You promised us dinner, and I worked up an appetite."

I agree, "Yeah, yeah, let's head upstairs. How does Indian food sound?"

We all head out of the bar and up to my loft. I'm hoping Patrick gels with these guys, they are some of my closest friends and play buddies.

While I make dinner, Joel is the first to engage with him, "Patrick, you have an amazing body. You work out?"

"I do a bit in school, but not as much as you do. I noticed your six-pack last night in the bar. I wish I had that."

"Maybe we can work out together sometime, with the right diet you'll have one in no time."

"I'd really like that."

Chuck breaks in, "So are you planning to go to college?"

Patrick admits, "My grades weren't great, so I was turned down by all the schools I applied to."

"Did you apply to City College? I work there."

"I did. I got rejected!"

Chuck calls out to me, "Hey, can I borrow your laptop? I want to look something up."

"Sure," I call back, "It's on the coffee table, bring it to me to unlock."

Chuck gets up, grabs the laptop, and brings it over. I unlock it and hand it back to him.

Chuck sits at the dining room table and logs into the school system. Then he calls back to Patrick. "What's your last name?"

Quietly, Patrick says, "O'Donnell."

I hear it and think to myself; there is no way. Jenifer and Ryan are in their thirties.

"Here you are, you just missed the admissions cutoff." Chuck types some more and says, "There, you'll get an email confirmation."

Patrick is stunned, "What?"

"Oh, didn't I mention I work in admissions," Chuck singsongs.

Patrick jumps to his feet and gives Chuck a big hug.

Watching from the kitchen, I hide my own excitement. I loved my time at City College. It will be great for him. Selfishly, I'm also really happy that Patrick will be close.

With that exciting news, we sit down for dinner. Conversation flows and we all have a great time.

Mark goes to leave to open the bar. "Remember, it's Gear Night tonight. The place will be packed. I need you both, all night."

"I thought I was the boss?"

Mark grins. "Yes, but you're distracted."

I smile back. He's not wrong.

"If you have to work David, can I dress Patrick and bring him back here?" Chuck says excitedly. "I bet I have some hot gear his size."

I look at Patrick who is looking at me, "What do you think? You ready to jump in with both feet?"

Patrick doesn't hesitate, "Fuck yes!"

"It's settled then. When should I expect the two of you?"

"Not until eleven, we need to make an entrance!"

After they head out, I shower and get ready. Since it's Gear Night, an all-black leather outfit will be perfect: super tight pants, vest with no shirt, and my police-style cap. I add my blue arm band as my only color. Once dressed, I head downstairs. It's now ten o'clock, and the bar is already busy, so I jump in to help Joel and Mark.

At eleven, I start watching the door. Then they enter, and I already start to melt. His red hair is tucked into a leather Robin Hood cap. As he comes into full view, I'm transfixed by the black leather harness and jock with blue piping and biker chaps with white stripes running down the leg. Oh fuck, he looks hot.

I give Chuck a theatrical clap. "This might be your finest work."

Patrick grins at me, and looks... confident. Yeah, really self-confident. It fills me with so much emotion. I am so turned on, but I'm also proud? This is new for me. I go in for a deep kiss, and as we come out of it, I whisper in his ear, "At two a. m., I am going to fuck you silly. You have three hours to make sure your hole is wet and ready, I'm going straight in."

With a devilish look, "Yes, daddy."

Chuck then grabs Patrick's arm and says, "I'm going to throw him to the wolves." And they head off to the backroom.

About forty-five minutes later, he comes out looking victorious. He comes up to the bar where I am serving; I quickly pour him a shot.

He downs it, holds up three fingers, and walks off. Twenty-four hours ago, this was a shy virgin. Now he's a cocky slut taking strangers' loads. I might have created a monster... and I love it.

He comes out three more times, each time holding up his fingers to show me how many loads he got. At last call at 1:45 a. m., he ends the night with seven.

I usher out the last customers by two a. m. and lock the doors. Joel and Mark are behind the bar cleaning, and Patrick is sitting on a bar stool staring at me. He saunters over to me.

"You've been a cock tease all fucking night. I'm going to keep my promise."

I press against his chest, walking him backward until he's up against the pool table. I push him back; as his head goes back, his legs go up. Undoing my zipper, I pull out my cock and plunge all the way into him. It is so fucking wet. There's no resistance. I pile-drive him until I put the last load of the night in him.

We are both still trying to catch our breath when we hear clapping behind us.

Joel yells out, "I rate that a 9.2."

Mark follows. "I say 8.3. Form was a bit messy."

Pulling Patrick to his feet, we both take a bow.

Mark then says, "Take off, you two. We've got clean-up."

We get back upstairs and we are both beat. I help Patrick out of his gear, and we crawl under the blankets together naked. He falls asleep in my arms first, and then I drift off.