PATRICK

When I met U of M student Patrick -

I was bruised, broken,

& badly in need of a reality check.

Several convergences failed to coalesce.

Varied topics vied for my personal attention.

And one of them was Patrick.

He was sweet & soft & young & heartbreakingly sensitive.

He still is.

I wanted to devour him, but I didn't have the energy.

I'm still not certain that I do.

But I'm honest with him, and I enjoy him, and I want him.

Patrick fills me with lust.

Patrick gets me hard.

Patrick makes me want to be his boyfriend,

because I care about him & his well being.

Patrick makes me want to not be his boyfriend,

for exactly the same reasons.

Patrick scares me a little bit;

the idea of caring so much about what he wants

that my body rejects all other options...is frightening. 

Not the belonging to him;

but the sickness within which stirs when belonging to another.

I have my demons, I guess...

and they are all too real...

But when I talk to him about Buffy,

and Emma & Jean & Wanda,

DS9 &...he knows them,

I care.

And when I remember tasting him, I want more. 

Remember his sadness & solitude...his trip home.

I want to strip him...

see him slowly revealed in tight,

white, Jason-bought underwear.

I want to see his little boy dick strain for my touch.

I WANT.

Want to see him active...erect & moving...fucking me with his ass & moaning

in that damned sexy voice of his.

I want to feel him cum; feel it between my fingers.

And then I want him to really fuck me.

His everything is hot; just the look of him...shiver.

His dick pressed against mine...

His mouth met with mine...

Maybe one day...sometime...

Patrick,

Friendship,

Mine?

I like him.  I mean he's fun & he's sexy, and he's gentle & loving.

Patrick is awesome.

So what the fuck is wrong with me?

Written By Jason Wright

FEBRUARY 6, 2005

- inspired by: P.Y.L. -

I wish you well.  ;-0)