Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2021 20:11:12 +0000 From: strangewriter Subject: Wild Trip Out West 7 So I'm a liar. I had every intention of ending this story in a long chapter six, but as I mentioned before, it was too long and I decided to break the chapter in two. Now I'm doing it again. There's too much to say and too much sex to write about, so I'm adding one more chapter after this one. Thank you for your patience, and hopefully this is good news, not bad. Disclaimer: the following is a work of fiction in which adults and minors engage in sexual relationships. If you cannot read this type of story for any reason, please do not. As always, thanks to everyone who has reached out about this story; it makes all of the difference in the world. If you'd like to send a note about this or any other story, please email me at strangewriter@protonmail.com. If you like this series and want to read my others, please look me up on the authors page under Strange Writer. Consider donating to the archive: donate.nifty.org. Thank you for reading, I hope that my words keep you hard and cumming. Best, SW Wild Trip Out West 7 by Strange Writer We roused ourselves from our post-sex haze and got Patrick fed and ready to attend virtual school. He chose to start outside since it wasn't hot yet, and he preferred the fresh air. I was cleaning up from breakfast and could see him through the window, my freshly-fucked boy sitting outside in a loose pair of shorts and t-shirt, conversing with classmates online only thirty minutes after I had filled his ass with my morning cum, and slightly less since he had shot his own little load into my mouth. I know that I've addressed this before, but as much as I did love Patrick for the great kid that he was, at this point it was nearly impossible for me to look at him without imagining my dick entering some part of his body. If the boy wasn't completely insatiable, I may have felt differently, but there was no amount of sex that was too much for my little lover and I couldn't be happier about it. Quite honestly, I was just as bad; despite our recent encounter, I would joyously rip every piece of clothing off of the beautiful child and have my way with him if I could. That's where my mind was when I sensed movement and finally saw Mike walk over to the picnic table that his son occupied. The last time that these two had seen each other Mike had fed his son a load of cum, then proceeded to make out with him for fifteen minutes. The point being, this could be awkward. Patrick didn't hear him approach because he had headsets on, but when Mike was within a few feet the boy must have caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up to see his father approaching. I literally held my breath, this could be bad for everyone if it didn't go well, but instead, Patrick broke into a huge smile, his entire face lit up at the sight of his approaching dad. He even jumped up and gave him a full armed hug, Mike looking shocked by the excitement and acceptance of his son. It took a moment, but his apprehensive expression quickly changed to a contented smile and he wrapped his arms around the boy and held him close. Patrick finally let him go, having to go back to "class", and Mike started heading toward my rv. I opened the door for him and wished him a cheery, "Good morning," as he climbed inside. "That went well," I started, gesturing out the window with my coffee mug. "Yeah," he agreed with a small laugh, "I was really worried, but he's so confident about it all," he said with a shrug, "it makes me feel like it's ok." "It is ok," I reassured him as I handed him a cup of coffee, "he wants this. You have one very happy boy there," I added. "I can guess why that is," he said with a wink, "what did you guys get up to?" "That's not what I was talking about," I scolded him, but then had to admit, "but since you bring it up, he basically used my dick as a hobby horse this morning," probably cruder than I should, but look at the subject matter; we weren't exactly discussing Sunday school. "Jesus!" he exclaimed as he choked on his first so of coffee., "you're kidding?" I just shook my head and shrugged. "Man, that must be the best feeling in the world," he lamented as he looked out at his boy, most likely dreaming about sinking himself in the boy's rosebud. "I guess I'm jealous," he admitted to me, "that's so sick," he said shaking his head. "I completely understand how you feel," I told him, "but you have a son who wants these things, and you want them too. That's consensual, and to me, that's all that matters." "You don't think that it's sick that I'm sitting here talking about wanting to fuck my own son?" he asked incredulously. "I think that it's sick in the best way possible: perverted and exciting," I answered, "but how about this; other than that, I not only think that it's not sick for you to think about it, I think that you should do it." I looked at him to gauge his reaction, but Mike just stood there staring. "And he wants it, I guarantee," I said, "I know that he's thinking of you sometimes when he's with me." Mike shook his head, "No way, I could never do that," he told me, "it's just not right." I waited a second, the two of us sipping in silence, when I finally said, "You know, none of this is `right', at least in the typical sense, but it's right in reality," I explained my reasoning, "And to be honest, he's already sucked your dick, why draw the line at fucking?" I offered, again probably too crudely. Mike winced noticeably. "He's not a piece of meat!" he shot back. "Oh my god, I know that!" I said defensively, "I was just trying to make a point," and then I looked at him and decided to tell him, "the truth is, and I know that this is ridiculous, but I actually love him. So I would never encourage someone to hurt him or treat him badly," then I paused, "he's absolutely perfect to me, and I'd never do anything to hurt that angel." He looked at me warily, "You know that he's not going home with you, right?" I laughed, "I'm sure that I sound deranged, but no, I'm not trying to kidnap your boy," I said trying to ease his mind, "I just know that I've never felt this connected to anyone in my life, so I'm relishing every moment that we have." "Is that a euphemism?" he said with a chuckle, "`Let's head to the bedroom and do some relishing!'" "Anyway," I said, hoping to backtrack, "what I was trying to say before is that Patrick would love to have full on sex with you, I can guarantee it, so I don't see a reason why you shouldn't." Mike continued with his suspect look, suggesting that he didn't agree. "Put it this way," I said, trying a different tactic, "getting a blowjob from your son; greatest sexual experience ever, right?" Mike let a smile touch the corner of his lips as the memory came front and center, "Yeah," he said, "sure was." "Ok, now imagine something ten times better, picture yourself entering him, his small, unimaginably beautiful body below you as your cock spreads his hole and sinks into him like butter," I had his attention now, "he moans as his father fills him for the first time, taking you all of the way to the root. His insides quiver, has hole clamps down and holds you inside, your son relaxed, enjoying the feeling of fullness and the knowledge that his daddy is the one fucking him." This was the winning strategy, as I seemed to have broken down the last barriers. "We'll see," he responded, "you make a good argument," he added with a smirk, "but I don't see how it'll happen anyway, I'll be with Sue tonight and he'll be with you." All of this was true, the plan was to do a rapid visit to two huge national parks as soon as Patrick was done with school, extra alone time didn't seem that promising. I looked out the window at the boy, and saw Sue come outside and walk up to her son, giving him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. You know this by now, but this has such an effect on me; the mother's affection for her sweet boy, who one hour ago was straddling me and accepting my entire cock into his most private of locations. Now the same lips that wrapped themselves around my cock, (around his father's cock!) and allowed my tongue to enter them and explore inside, were kissing his mother back. It made me chub up a little despite myself. Mike and I stepped outside to greet her, bringing the pot of coffee and an extra cup and the three of us sat outside enjoying ourselves. Sue was the innocent here, and, like I've said, I wish that more of me felt bad about deceiving her, but in the end she was really a great person, and I enjoyed spending time with her. I understood why Mike remained in love with her and attracted to her. "I was thinking that I'd take the car and get some groceries later for the trip home," she told us, "I can get gas, and I wanted to get some souvenirs, we haven't gotten enough mementos from the trip. That way we can hit the road early and make some headway." Most likely Mike and I had the same thought; if she left in about an hour and a half, Patrick would be at "lunch", and free to play. Maybe I was going to witness a father having sex with his young son after all. "That'd be great," Mike said casually, "it would save some time and we can't have enough crap that will take up space in a drawer," he joked about the souvenirs. Sue gave him a wry look and smacked his leg. We continued to talk for a bit, but eventually Mike caught my eye while Sue was looking away and gave me a raised eyebrow as he gestured toward Sue, confirming to me that we had the same thoughts. I just subtly nodded before she turned back. Sue suggested that Mike come back and help her get ready to go. Once she was out of earshot, I told Mike, "I'll ask Patrick." When they were gone, I took an opportunity to speak freely with the boy, since he was between calls. "Hey, listen, your mom is going to run some errands so we may be alone again during your lunch break," I explained, "and I thought that maybe you'd like to play with your dad again." Patrick's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, "So, I wanted to ask you, it seems like maybe, because of what you say when we're doing it, that you might like the idea of going all of the way with your daddy?" Patrick's face grew even brighter and he unconsciously bit his lower lip, obvious to me that he was imagining his father sliding his adult cock into his small pussy. "That would be awesome," the boy answered in a whisper. "Cool," I told him with a smile, impossible to hide my naughty thoughts, "Do you want me to leave you guys alone?" I asked, "Maybe you'd like to share this experience alone with your dad?" Patrick looked panicked, "No! You have to be there, that's the right way!" he demanded, "I won't do it without you." Then he looked at me apprehensively and asked, "Don't you want to be there?" "Oh my god, yes!" I responded in shock, "it will be amazing. I just wanted you to be comfortable, and if that meant having some time alone with your dad, I could take it." I again sought out his eyes, "Patrick, you know that I love you, that I want to share everything with you, and I only want you to be happy, ok?" He smiled broadly, and said, "Ok," then looked around and sort of squirmed in his seat, "so this is pretty soon? I can't wait!" "Yeah, it's not a guarantee, but if your mom goes, we'll be able to play some more." Then I thought about how brief it had been since our wake-up call, "Are you ok to do that after this morning?" Then I realized it wasn't just that, "and last night for that matter!" He smiled slyly, "Yeah," he said, "I think that you're good at making me ready, `cause I feel like I can do it over and over," and added, "when I did it with my coach, I didn't want it again for like a week!" I won't lie and say that I didn't felt pretty puffed up by this compliment of my skills as a lover, and I had to fight the urge to reach out and hold his hand, instead smiling at him in a goofy, schoolgirl-crush kind of way. Coming to a realization of the power that this child had over me, I told him, "Kid, you've got me wrapped around your finger." He laughed, "What do you want wrapped around your finger?" he mock asked quietly, then raised his butt off of the bench seat to indicate the most likely target of one of my digits. I laughed, "You must be the horniest twelve-year-old on the planet," then thought better, "Actually, that's probably a 5 million way tie, if I remember being twelve correctly." Patrick just smiled cheekily, wordlessly indicating his agreement. I sat with him even after his class resumed, still wanting to soak up as much of my lover before we were cruelly separated tomorrow. Flicking through my phone to pass the time, I realized that Patrick would be free in about fifteen minutes. Like clockwork, the door to their trailer opened and Sue walked out, purse in hand and sunglasses on, heading to the car. Mike followed her down the steps and looked our way, quickly raising an eyebrow before following her to the car and finishing their conversation. After she got in and drove away, Mike gave her a wave then turned to head toward us. Patrick was practically glowing as his dad approached. This could have felt dirty, wrong or even evil, and all in a bad way, but Patrick's attitude made everything joyous. For him sex was fun, it was a connection to someone else, and it was a way to feel closer to his father and to me. It didn't even occur to him to feel any other way. In his mind, what was more beautiful than people giving each other pleasure? Who was I to argue? There were five minutes left on Patrick's call, so I suggested that Mike wait inside my truck, since he was unable to hide his lustful eyes as he scanned his son from head to toe. When Patrick was done he left his work where it was and we scrambled inside, locking the door. His dad was sitting at the dinette, and Patrick giggled as he ran to the back, pulling his signature move of disrobing on the run. His shirt gone, he threw himself onto the bed, rolled his legs up so that his butt was off the bed, took hold of his waistband, then stopped dead. We had followed him to the back and he looked at us and said, "Unh uh, you guys first," and dropped his legs back down to the bed, his dick-created tent obvious in his typical uniform of athletic shorts. You didn't have to ask us twice, and Mike and I began to furiously remove our clothing, Patrick looking on excitedly, finally standing as we both got to our underwear and ran one hand over each of us as we took the final step to full nudity. Both of us were rock hard and Patrick wasn't shy about taking both cocks in hand, stroking us gently, smiling up at the two men in his life. "Ok, your turn," I pointed out, now that the horny boy was the only one dressed. It took half a second for him to let go of our pricks and drop his shorts to the ground, his hard cock flipping up like a spring after it initially caught on his shorts. Still puffed up by Patrick's compliment of my preparation skills, I offered, "Why don't you get on all fours with your head this way," I pointed forward where Mike and I stood, "and you can get your dad ready while I get you ready?" Patrick practically purred at the suggestion. Whether it was the prospect of wetting his dad's big dick or me licking his lovely back door I don't know, but he eagerly responded with, "That sounds great!" and moved himself into position on the bed. Then he reached forward to take hold of his father, "I love your dick, daddy," he said in a slightly baby voice as he stroked the length and ran his palm over the knob of his father's cockhead. For me, I assumed the submissive position behind my sexy child. Putting one hand on each cheek to open him even more than his receptive position did on its own. I took in the sight of his dangling, hairless balls, and above that his bulging perineum. Unable to resist starting my task there, I touched him at the joining of the back of his sack to his body, then dragged my tongue up the billowy mound of his taint before burying my face between his firm cheeks. I hooked a thumb into each side of his willing anus and applied a slight pressure to the skin, encouraging his wrinkled sphincter to relax, which it almost immediately did, the boy growing more and more accomplished at controlling his pussy. This time I was greeted by a more earthy scent than usual, I'm sure due to our wake-up activity. Still, he also smelled of the soap that he had used to clean up so carefully afterwards, and was therefore still a pleasant and erotic scent. He smelled of boy; soap, sweat, and dirt. "Oh, yeah," I heard from Patrick as my tongue touched his puffy hole, remarkably well recovered from our session this morning, but not completely without evidence of the encounter. This was followed by the unmistakable sound of wet lips parting and enveloping a cock, accompanied by a long, slow, groan out of the boy's father as his son took the man's cock into his second most private space. "Oh, god, Patrick, yes," he hissed as his talented son took him into his mouth and, if I knew my boy, very likely his throat, "yeah, suck daddy's dick, sweetheart." Hearing them carry on, I knew that I needed to focus on my assigned task, lest Mike blow his load before the main course. Stiffening my tongue and applying pressure to the rim of the boy's anus, his practice was evident as he opened by will, the coppery taste of boy ass greeting me, my tongue slightly entering his tunnel. As evidenced that morning, this preparation was probably unnecessary, Patrick now being able to open himself almost on cue. But ever since he asked for a rimjob that first time that I fucked him, I have been addicted to the task and could spend days carefully pulling, pushing, caressing, teasing and tasting his boycunt with my tongue and fingers. He opened so readily that I reluctantly let my tongue slide from his hole back down to his perineum, pressing my tongue hard there, loving the swollen feeling of this area, seeming like an extension of his penis below his balls. I licked then inserted two fingers, finding that he was so dilated that they slid all of the way in. I continued downward with my tongue, running it down the back of his loose scrotum until I reached the bottom of his sack, taking it gently into me as I fingered his pliable ring above. Able to savor each nut as it rolled around my tongue, I was delighted with the way that he squirmed under my ministrations. Laying down on my back, but still leaving my fingers inserted, I pushed his legs wider with my other hand and lay my head between them. With my implanted fingers working as a lever, I pulled him down to me, his cockhead so close, until he met my lips and I took him inside. I wondered if I'd ever grow bored of this sensation; the warm steeliness of his young cock, the taste of his skin, the feeling of his spongy head as it tried to reach my throat, and the glory of having this living part of him join with me. The answer is most likely no, I could never tire of this. Therefore, it wasn't me that moved us on, and it wasn't Mike, who was probably jumping out of his skin at the prospect of what he was going to experience. No, it was Patrick. The boy noisily pulled his father's cock from his tight lips with a gasp for air and said, "I'm ready, daddy, please fuck me now, ok?" Reluctantly I let him go, his dick already saturated with my saliva, and we changed our positions. Patrick laid on his back, his legs facing his father, then rolled them back and grabbed behind his knees, presenting his ready boyhole to the man. Mike crawled up onto the bed with his son and moved between the small boy's legs, approaching his anus with his large cockhead. I was standing to the side of the bed, and when Patrick was laid out, he turned to look at me, his face relaxed and happy as he reached for me and I dropped to the ground to meet his grasp. This left me kneeling off the side of the bed, wedged against the wall in the tight space of the bedroom, while Patrick lay back on the bed, his arms spread apart, his left hand seeking mine. That's how we stayed, me holding my lover's hand while his father placed the lubed wet tip of his cock against the boy's tight ring, me running my free hand up Patrick's taut arm and onto his chest, almost soothing him as I massaged the smooth chest and pinched lightly at his small nipples. There's a look, an increasingly familiar one, that Patrick gets when he is first entered. It looks almost like he wants to cry, his face in an expression of surprise and effort, but then it turns out to be a look of joy, of pleasure, of a need fulfilled. Yes the strain is there, the slight pain of that first stretch, but it's overwhelmed by the complete and total feeling of satisfaction, almost always accompanied by a grunt that was somehow combined with a sigh as the cockhead breached his willing anus. And his eyes, which have always held my own as I've entered him, and which I expected to hold his father's gaze, looked at me still, as the man's penis began to slide farther and farther into his son's warm tunnel. He looked at me and sighed, then moaned, "I love you," directly to me, "thank you for being here," he almost pleaded. Patrick turned to look at Mike, and to no one in particular, almost in a daze, said, "My daddy is fucking me, oh daddy," as a third of the man's cock entered and retreated through the practiced sphincter. Mike kept this depth, rocking in and out about an inch, slowly luxuriating in the vise grip that he found around his cock. But Patrick wanted more. He had pulled his legs back as far as he could, his knees almost beside his upper body, and finally said, "You have to push harder daddy, you won't hurt me," he moaned perceptively. I have to assume that Patrick's use of the babyish term for his father was at least partially intentional. The rest of the day he was "dad", but as soon as they were naked it was 100% "oh, daddy!". If it was intentional, then it worked, because Mike realized that his son was able to open further to him, that he was able to accommodate his whole cock without effort, and he responded by leaning into the small child, the last several inches of his penis sinking into his son's sweet boypussy as they both gasped, Mike groaning and bellowing, "Oh, god yes!" as he bottomed out in his beautiful son, pushing the boys legs back and rolling him farther onto his back and started taking long strokes into his son. From my side view I was able to watch the amazing sight of the seemingly never ending cock exit the boy, only to reverse course and disappear again deep inside the boy's silky rectum. Their focus was on each other now, Patrick looking up at his father, little cries and grunts escaping with each plunge into his bowels, Mike moaning, shouting and grunting himself with the effort he was putting behind each thrust. Now that he understood his son's anal ability, he was beginning to really fuck him, repeating, "Oh, baby, oh, buddy, oh, so fucking good, I love you baby!" I was now a bystander, but Patrick clung to my hand, somehow I felt that he was showing me that he was mine, that this joyous act was happening with my permission and blessing, and if I said "no", it would cease. Of course I was in heaven just seeing this naughty incestuous pairing, slowly stroking myself as I watched the father really start to give it to his son. They had steadily moved up the bed as they copulated, each hard slap into Patrick causing an inch or too of movement in response, until the boy's head was against the wall and he was forced to crane his neck to keep it from bouncing off of the hard surface. Wanting to get in on the act, I saw this as an opportunity to change things up, "Hey Patrick," I interrupted, "what about rolling over and letting daddy do you from behind?" They both sort of stopped and looked at me, surprised at the interruption, then Mike said, "Sure, I'd love that," and started to withdraw from the boy, the wind taken out of Patrick when his dad's cock popped out and bounced upward, looking wet from the lube. Patrick sat up and flipped over, then getting on all fours, now leaving room in front of him while Mike kneeled behind him and inspected the boy's muscular ring. I took the opportunity to get up on the bed with them and sit in front of the boy, my cock flexing in front of his face. Mike touched his hard dick to the child's loosened sphincter, and with one slow push he slid his entire penis inside the boy, forcing Patrick to fall forward and lay flat on the bed with a grunt. His father held him there, pinned to the bed, then lifted his hips, sliding out slowly before taking a rapid movement back inside causing Patrick to groan and make an "Umph" sound. Laying down had brought Patrick's head closer to my groin, and I waved my dick at his face only inches in front of me. He happily glommed on, taking the first half of my cock inside his steamy mouth in one move, and started in on me with his tongue, twirling around the shaft, sealing his lips tight and slowly sliding up until he dragged his lips across my glans and set to work with his tongue; bathing the sensitive tip, lapping at my piss slit, swirling around the squishy head. As he was pummeled with increasing force from behind, his father grunting and growling like an animal as he anally fucked his preteen son, Patrick was able to keep his attention on my cock, focusing as much attention as his sex-addled brain could muster. In front of me Mike's face looked like he was in the final mile of a marathon, his features screwed up as he worked his boy over, his body bouncing against him, a loud slapping from the meeting of their bodies, I could tell that Mike was almost there. Knowing this, knowing that I was going to witness a man unload his semen into his own son, the same semen that had created him, was so erotic that it had me boiling very quickly too. When Mike started to shout, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck," with each impact, I started to have the familiar sensation emanating from my groin, and realized that my orgasm was a runaway train. Patrick had been working on me with his hand as well as his lips, but surprised me when he let my dick slide out and laid his head in my lap. He then snaked his freed-up right hand under his body and wedged it between the bed and his bouncing groin. "Oh, daddy!" he cried, "it's so full, oh!" and then I realized that he was actually going to be the leader off of the cliff. I started to run my fingers through his hair when he finally cried out, "Oh! Ungh, ungh, oh fuck, oh," orgasm shaking his young body, barely detectable over the motion created by being repeatedly pinned against the bed. Having been on the receiving end of the pleasure from the gripping contractions that Patrick's ring of muscle provided during orgasm, I knew that Mike was in trouble. No sooner had Patrick screamed out than Mike followed, "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" he yelled, and took three hard strokes into his son before groaning and moaning out, "Yes!...yes!...yes!," as his own climax arrived and the first shots exploded into his son's colon, Patrick responding with an "oof" after each slapping thrust into his prone backside. Like a roller coaster cresting the first hill, Patrick was in the first car over the cliff, the middle car with Mike in it came shortly after, then as the speed of the train accelerated, it was my turn. I had watched all of this unfold in my lap, my left hand caressing Patrick's hair through his climax, my right pounding my cock now that the boy was too distracted by his orgasm to suck me. Then his arms had splayed out as Mike gave it too him brutally through his own cum, and when that happened, Patrick's hand fell to my sack, his fingers subconsciously gliding over the loose skin, and sending me, in the last car, whipping over the hill and over the edge as my dick lurched, and a surprising shot of thick jizz flew out of my cock and into the boy's hair, followed by three more spurts, painting the side of his head from cheek to crown with my cum. The three of us lay panting, the miraculous triple climax really a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Although those seemed to be happening daily on this trip. Mike slowly withdrew, his glistening cock flopping out, leaving his son gaping briefly, his father using his fingers to spread the boy's cheeks and inspect the impact that he had on his son's anatomy. At the same time, I inspected my own handy work, the complete paint job that I'd done to my love's face and hair was definitely going to require a shower. And then there was Patrick, who I knew left a little gift shot into my bedsheets, meaning a new set or some strategic towel placement for tonight. Patrick turned his upper body slightly toward his dad, his butt still skyward, and gave him a satisfied smile and said, "I love you daddy," to which Mike beamed, but didn't seem anxious to go in for a kiss considering the large amount of my jizz splashed across the boy's head. "I love you so much, baby," Mike replied lovingly, "and, sorry to rush you, but you need to get cleaned up before class, you're a mess!" Patrick laughed and carefully rolled over and stood up, trying hard not to drip cum out of either end of his body, and jumped into the shower without bothering to ask. It was semi-awkward for Mike and I to be left alone completely naked, but considering what we'd experienced, it didn't really bother either of us. I looked at Mike and simply said, "Wow." "Yeah, wow is right," he said, still out of breath, "I don't know where we go from here, but I'll never be able to forget today." We got dressed and Patrick made quick work on getting cleaned up and offered that he'd say he was sweaty and took a shower if Sue asked about his wet head. Mike explained that frequent showers had become a thing for the past year, 1/2 awareness of hygiene, 1/2 a place to be naked and enjoy his favorite new toy uninterrupted. We all got dressed and headed outside, still cool enough to enjoy the outdoors while he virtually attended his afternoon classes. Shortly after, their car came down the row and parked. Mike walked over to see if Sue needed help with unloading anything, not a hint of shame or guilt that he was walking up to the woman who gave birth to the boy he just spent an hour railing like he was a prostitute. It was all due to Patrick, he had a way about him that put us all at ease, never once doubting that this was exactly what the young child should be doing. He really was one in a million. "That was incredible," I heard him say quietly, and I turned to him and smiled. "Yeah, that was pretty awesome," I replied, "I'm so glad that I got to be a part of it." "You had to be a part of it, I wouldn't do it otherwise," he told me quietly, "you're my boyfriend, I won't do anything like that without you." What an amazing boy, but that was obviously not in the cards for us, "Hey, Patrick," I started, "you know," and I lowered my voice to a whisper, "you know that I love you, and wish that I could spend every moment for the rest of my life with you," he smiled at that thought, "but that's not what's going to happen. Tomorrow we're going out separate ways and you need to be ok going with other men or boys without me. You have my permission," I told him, and he frowned for the first time. "Will you go with other boys?" he asked, following the same logic. I thought about it, "For a lot of reasons, I won't, but it's different for you, you need these experiences and I could never, ever come in the way of that." Patrick didn't seem to love the answer and looked down at his tablet, even starting to do some schoolwork, until finally he looked up and again said, "You know, this was incredible." "Yeah, I know," I responded. Then he leaned across the table, cupped his hand beside to my ear and whispered, "But I like it when you fuck me the best," then sat back down and looked down at his screen like nothing had happened, trying hard to hide his naughty grin. Smiling at my precocious boy, I couldn't help but start counting the minutes until our last night together. Thank god that I had just cum, otherwise I'd be touring the national parks with an erection as I envisioned sodomizing the best boy on the planet.