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(Little bit of the book little bit of the movie. đ )
Henry and his friends roared with laughter. The sight before them was truly something, Reginald shooting fire from his ass. Not necessarily fire, but shooting gas into an open flame. The idea was Patrickâs, and so he demonstrated for the gang. They all took turns, and left Reginald for last. They wanted to see if the boy named âBelchâ was the best with his gas. The nickname was perfectly placed, because he made the biggest shot of fire. The gang cheered and laughed, for a good few minutes.
After they finished up their laughing, Belch and Victor decided to head out. They had families to head back to, (and a curfew). Unlike their other fellow members, Henry and Patrick. When they were left alone, Patrick did his best to be entertaining for Henry. Taking an old metal bar pipe, and seeing who could make the biggest dent in an old car. Henry won, due to obvious reasons. It was fun, breaking stuff, but after awhile that got boring.
Patrick noticed this when he saw Henry light up a cigarette. He took note of this when the boy was just sitting around or was bored. Patrick set down the old pipe and went beside Henry. For the first time, Henry offered Patrick a cigarette. The boy never did like sharing, and Patrick knew this. Of course it took him by surprise, because he knew how hard it was for Henry to obtain things. Due to his father and not having much money.
Patrick didnât hesitate when he took Henryâs offer, the boy wasnât a patient one other. Patrick placed the cigarette into his mouth, and took the lighter from his friend. He inhaled the smoke, and tucked the lighter away into his pocket. âAny other ideas shoved up your ass?â Henry asks, as he was close to finishing his cigarette. He was referencing to Patrickâs idea from earlier. Honestly, it made Patrick cackle. Not just Henryâs joke, but Patrick did have another idea.
He wasnât quite sure about how Henry would react to his new idea. He knew Henryâs father was homophobic, and that and many other things reflected in Henry. One thing that they didnât share, was curiosity. Henry liked to experiment, seeing how far he could go with each kid he bullied. That is how Patrick knows Henry is curious. Maybe Henry wouldnât mind trying Patrickâs idea? The only way Patrick could see how Henry would react, is just trying it.
Patrick quickly huffs down the cigarette he has, and puts it out on the old car the two leaned on. âActually,â Patrick starts, as he gets up from leaning. âLet me show you something.â He says, facing Henry. The boy nods, giving permission to Patrick to whatever he was doing. Without hesitation, Patrick reaches over and caresses Henry through his pants. Henry jumps at the sudden contact. âWhat are you doing?â Henry exclaims out loud.
Patrick smiles, and undoes Henryâs pants. âItâll feel good, promise.â Patrick replies back, slowly moving his hand against Henry. Patrick stares into Henryâs eyes, and the two just watch each other as Patrick pumps Henry. He licks his lips when Henry closes his eyes and lean his head back. Patrick smiles more, almost motivated to get Henry off. He pumps Henry faster with a tight grip. The boy under Patrickâs touch becomes a mess. His breath his heavy and shaky, Patrick never looking away from Henryâs face.
As he sees pleasure go across his friendâs face, he couldnât help but feel stiff himself. He uses his other hand to undo his pants, and free himself. He strokes himself, but not quite, he almost tugs on his own. It appeared it would be uncomfortable to tug so roughly, but no sign of pain went across Patrickâs face. He grunted lowly at his own attention, but as well as seeing Henryâs face. His soft moans were music to Patrickâs ears.
He continues to smirk at Henryâs waves of pleasure. Henry grows loud over each pump, and drool starting to drip from his hung mouth. Patrick bites his lip at the sight, and a loud moan escapes Henry. A hot liquid covers Patrickâs hand, and Patrick gets out of his intent staring at Henry, and looked down at Henryâs shaft, it was covered in come. Patrick looks up at Henry, his eyes were still clenched shut. His breathing was still in pants, he seemed exhausted.
He watched Henry, unsure of his own next move. Before he could think anymore, he just did what he would of wanted. Patrick gets down onto his knees in front of Henry. The sound of gravel crunching in front of the leader, causes him to open his eyes. Before the boy could object, he felt a warm cavern slide down onto himself. He jumped and a loud moan filled the air. The foreign feeling was intense. And he would hate to admit it, but Henry didnât want it to stop. He clenched his teeth as Patrick sucked on him. Patrick would occasionally look up at Henry to see how he reacted.
Patrick pulled away with a âPOPâ, when he saw Henry panting hard. Patrick smirked and went to stand up, but got tugged down and placed where he was. Henry was back in Patrickâs mouth, his hand clenching onto Patrickâs hair. Hard enough to hurt, but Patrick wouldnât know. He continued to do wonders on Henry. Certainly not without stroking himself either. While he cleaned up all the come Henry had on himself, he sped up his own pace.
Henry shakily let go of Patrickâs head as he released. His eyes were small slits, filled with exhaustion. Patrick stood up, and thatâs when Henry saw Patrick was covered in come himself. He wasnât panting unlike himself, but he was smirking. âI knew youâd like it.â Patrick says as he licks his lips. Henry couldnât help but stare at how Patrick just let himself hang out. He was still stiff, but limped slightly. He couldnât remove his eyes, but somehow he managed.
Quickly tucking himself away, and looking into a different direction with an intense blush. Henry mumbled, âYeah, whatever.â Only making Patrick smile more. âI knew you liked it!â The lanky boy almost seemed like he was cheering; which only caused Henry to blush more. âI wonât tell anyone, I promise.â Patrick states, gaining Henryâs attention. He forgot entirely about it. Before Henry could threat Patrick, the boy spoke again. âWho would believe me anyway?â Patrick smirked, knowing his statement was true.
No one would believe Patrick, and he wouldnât tell anyone about the interaction. Henry hated to admit it, but Patrick was right, and he believed him. âIf you tell anyone, I will fuckinâ kill you.â Henry warns, making Patrick smile. Sure, a threat like that, coming from Henry himself would scare anyone. Not Patrick, he enjoyed when Henry was a little riled up. It was fun seeing what he would do. âI wonât tell anyone, promise.â Patrick smiles, and Henry stops for a moment.
He didnât know if he should trust Patrick, but at the same time the boy was right. Who would listen, or believe him? Henry wasnât sure, and Patrick seemed to notice. âWhy would I give up something I enjoy?â Patrick asks, which causes Henry to shake his head. âIâm no fuckinâ queer.â Henry snaps, and turns to leave. âYou never said no.â Patrick smiles darkly at his own response. He watches as Henry continues to walk, ignoring his comment all together.
The next few days go by, and Henry was filled with anxiety each moment. The intense staring that never ended from Patrick, only added onto Henryâs anxiety. He tried ignoring Patrick all together, but failed. It would be suspicious if he ignored him, Patrick knew Henry tried. He knew everything, so he took every chance to interact with Henry. The boy dreaded each time his follower spoke. He was gonna set things straight, have the gang come over, pull Patrick to the side and threaten about his fridge.
Patrick somehow already knew this, maybe he could sense it, who knows? The gang sat in Belchâs car as they headed down the gravel road to Henryâs. His father wasnât home, so he planned on hanging with the gang. The music was obnoxiously loud, it irritated anyone that could hear it. All the way to the farm, the music blares through the air. Once Belch pulls the car to a stop, Patrick doesnât hesitate on crawling out the top. He was the first to exit, so he could take the chance to brush against Henry.
This obviously makes Henry filled with more anxiety. He wasnât gonna wait to separate Patrick; he was gonna make an excuse to talk to him now. âYou two set up a damn shootinâ range, Hockstetter⊠help me find a fuckinâ gun and some bullets.â Henry laid out the plan, he then sped towards the house; Patrick following close behind. âThought you didnât wanna interact with me?â Patrick questions, and Henry could tell Patrick was smiling.
Henry growls, as he was entering the home. âFuckinâ hard to to when you donât shut the hell up.â Henry explains as he turns to face Patrick. The boy smiles darkly at Henry. âNow why I fuckin-â Henry was cut short by Patrick shoving Henry against the old couch, causing the boy to be confused. Before any objections or words could be said, Patrick already had his mouth on Henryâs neck. His mouth was like a suction cup, already forming a red area. Henry didnât understand, he was frozen for a moment; but before Patrick could break skin, Henry threw Patrick to the ground.
A mixture of both anger and confusion filled Henryâs face. He breathed heavily as he glared down at Patrick, who only seemed to smile right back. âI didnât tell anyone, whereâs my reward?â Patrick asks as he stands up slowly; almost like he knew he was gonna be hit again. Henry curled his fist only half way as he shot a blow into Patrickâs cheek. It didnât knock Patrick down, but it did make him stagger. âYou liked it, I know you did.â Patrick smiles at his comment.
He stares at Henry with those dead eyes, âThereâs more we can do, and I promise youâll like it.â Patrick looks towards the door that separated them from the others. âThey donât know⊠because I didnât tell them.â Patrick smiles darkly as he faces Henry again. The boy still held that anger in his face, but confusion started to take over his features. Patrick was right, he didnât tell, it was him who was going to blow the cover. Patrick was just acting, like Patrick. If he changed how he acted, everyone would know.
âYouâll like it, itâll feel good. Let me show you?â Patrick asks, his dark smile never leaving. Henry didnât know how to respond to such a statement. He sat there, glaring, but not as intense. âVic and Belch are outside.â Henry mumbles, but still audible. âSend them home.â Patrick snickers, making Henry straighten up his stance. âThatâs what I was gonna fuckinâ do to you.â Henry says clearly, making Patrick almost laugh. âTell them to go get booze, you canât touch your dadâs.â Patrick opened the door behind him, holding it open for Henry.
He stood still for a moment, unsure. Was he really gonna let Patrick touch him again? Yes, he liked the attention he got from him. He just wasnât sure what Patrick had planned. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard foot tapping. He shook his head and looked to see Patrick raising his brows. Henry began to move, his feet taking all control. Patrick smirked as he closed the door behind Henry, and disappeared from sight into the home.
Vic and Belch looked over to see their leader, Henry. âHey uh, do you have the gun?â Belch asked, setting some stray bottles down that he found. âI canât touch my old manâs damn booze, go get some before I find that fuckinâ gun.â Henry snaps, watching as Belch and Victor both head towards Amy. Henry stands there, watching as Belch backs the car up and heading down the driveway. Henry clenches his eyes, and heads towards the house. His heart, beating a million miles a second. What should he expect from Patrick? He didnât know exactly what was planned, but he knew it wasnât at all good.
Henry hesitated when he turned the knob to his own home. It wasnât the first time he was afraid to enter his home, but this time, it wasnât because of his father. It was because he agreed to whatever Patrick had planned; that he didnât know exactly what, and the fact he got rid of his friends for it. âHockstetter? Where the hell are you?â Henry asked, only to hear silence. Was Patrick really playing games? Henry growled in annoyance, only to hear the floor creak in his room.
Slowly, Henry looked over towards the room. The door was closed, which wasnât how he left it. Henry took his time making his way towards his bedroomâs door. Listening from the outside, just to see if he heard anything suspicious before he entered. It was quite, the creaking floor was silent. Taking a deep breath, Henry threw the door open. He looked around, but didnât see who he was looking for. The boy was growing more annoyed, but didnât have the chance to turn around and leave; he was shoved forward, and fell onto the bed.
âDonât be so damn tense, you gotta loosen up.â Patrickâs voice spoke into Henryâs ear. His voice alone sent shivers down Henry. Then there was the lips on his ear, the groping of his shoulders and the pressure of a body on him. Henry tried getting up, but Patrick shoved him back down. âGet the fuck off of me!â Henry snapped, but didnât temp to move the second time. Patrick smirked at the sight of Henry being held down under him. âIt will feel good, you just have to relax; like you were back at the junkyard.â Patrick smiled at his statement.
He knew the boy got flustered by his statement; due to how he hid his face in the mattress. âShut the fuck up.â Henry mumbled, his face still in the mattress. He wasnât aware that the position he was in, made Patrick want to tear him apart so much more. His bent over form on the side of his bed, let Patrick take in every part of his backside. Henry laid there, not sure of what to do, but jumped when he felt hands on him. He got up when Patrick tempted to pull his pants down.
âWhat the hell are you doinâ?â Henry snapped, only to see Patrick giggle like a little girl. âYou have to take those off, we canât do anythinâ with clothes on.â Patrick responded, removing his boots. Henry sat there, watching, only making Patrick smile. âLike what you see? Or do you need help undressing?â Patrick asked, taking off his shirt. The boy was becoming more exposed to Henry within the minute, while Henry remained dressed. âFine, let me undress you.â Patrick said, reaching for Henry only in jeans and socks.
The boy pulled away, and glares at Patrick. âI can do it myself.â Henry states, leaning over to pull his boots off. Patrick watches, only for a moment and grows bored. He yanks Henryâs shirt off, and undoes Henryâs pants. Ignoring the hands trying to swat him away. âNo one is here, Henry. You can relax.â Patrick tries to soothe the boy, and it seems to work. Henry stops fighting Patrick and lets him pull his pants down.
Patrick smiles as he stares at Henry, taking in every curve, scar, and edge he had. He couldnât help but believe the boy was amazingly attractive. Even the marks he had on his body gave him character, and damn did he love how his body looked. âYou have an amazinâ body, I didnât think you would.â Patrick states, then smirks when he sees how Henry blushes. âQuit fuckinâ talkinâ like that.â Henry mumbles, not looking at Patrick.
Patrick walks over to Henry, leaning towards him over the bed. Henry leans back into the bed; to avoid being that close to Patrick. Henry, only wearing boxers felt vulnerable while Patrick still wore his pants. The two just stared into each others eyes, until Henry looked off to the side, feeling awkward. Exposing his neck, Patrick attached his mouth, licking and sucking on Henryâs jugular. While his mouth focused on Henryâs neck, his hand reached into his leaderâs boxers; stroking him once again.
Henry clenched his eyes shut while Patrick worked his magic on him. The lanky boy even managed to pull Henryâs leg to the side so he can be between them. Patrickâs free hand undid his pants, while not removing himself from Henry. The boy under Patrick was breathing heavily with his mouth slightly agape. He began to clench his teeth when Patrickâs strokes started to show no mercy. The boy couldnât hold back his voice, he let out a string of moans; all loud and breathy.
Patrickâs strokes on Henry showed no mercy, the boy was a moaning mess. Henry began to clench his teeth as Patrick pumped him in every way he enjoyed. While Henry was a moaning mess, Patrick let out low grunts. He yanked on himself, in a way that would be considered painful. However, he didnât stop that motion; he continued, and grunted into Henryâs neck. Patrick slowly pulled his mouth away from Henry; a saliva trail connecting him to his leader. Patrick looked at the hickey, and sat up, not bothering to clear the saliva off of his own face.
âGet up.â Patrick grunted towards his leader, which he listened; he slowly got up like told. Before Henry could make himself comfy on his knees, Patrick pounced on him. Holding Henry close to him, slobbering on Henryâs mouth. The leader was shocked by the action, his lustful eyes were wide open. The feeling of another mouth on his was foreign. Henry was so confused, he didnât know what to do. Hundreds of thoughts ran by his mind. One stuck out more than the others.
Henry did what he felt like he wanted. He grabbed a hold of Patrickâs face and made the kiss more rough, more sloppy. Patrick was right, no one was around to judge him. Henryâs heart skipped a beat when he kissed Patrick. It was all a mess, but he finally got caught up to Patrickâs rhythm. The twoâs mouths were dripping with the saliva that they shared. Patrick pulled Henry closer by his lower back; deepening the passion. He used his left hand to try and pull his leaderâs boxers down. Not being able to do so with one hand, Henry let go of Patrickâs face. Not pulling his face away, just removing his hands to pull his boxers down.
Henry holds Patrickâs face in his hands once more, completely in lust. Patrick removes his hands from Henryâs back, and shoves him down. The bed squeaks with the impact, Patrick smiles as he sits on his knees on the ground. He drags Henryâs legs over the edge, so he can reach Henryâs prize. Without hesitation, Patrick opens his mouth and slams down on Henry. He bobs his head, humming, drool seeping from his mouth. Henry moans with clenched eyes, his hand gripping the sheets. Patrick notices, and takes Henryâs hand in his, and places it in his hair.
Henry sits up on his elbow, with one hand in Patrickâs hair. He moans softly with every bob Patrick does. Patrick begins to massage Henryâs sack while he pulls his mouth off, that same 'POPâ from before leaving his mouth. Patrick attempts to take both of Henryâs balls into his mouth, causing Henry to moan loudly while Patrick still pumps Henry. He couldnât take both in his mouth, but Henry couldnât tell the difference.
Henry was a mess, and with the work of Patrick, he came. Shooting right onto Patrickâs cheek, the boy removes himself from Henry, and scrapes the come off with his fingers; licking them sexually. Henry watches, panting from all the action he was getting. âTurn around.â Patrick demanded, but Henry didnât cooperate, he watched as Patrick pulled his own pants down. He stared at how Patrick was already seemingly stiff. Patrick snickers as he notices how Henry was staring.
âCanât take your eyes off, huh?â Patrick jokes, crawling over to Henry. Henry backs up, to make room for his lover. Patrick brings Henryâs face to his, smashing his lips onto Henryâs. The boy kisses back, trying to keep up with Patrick, but once he does, Patrick pulls away, he smiles and whispers into his ear. âTurn around, I know what Iâm doinâ.â Patrick reassures Henry, and once again, it works. Henry slowly spins to face the other direction. Patrick places his slender hand on Henryâs back, feeling over all the welts and scars he had.
Before Henry could tell Patrick to 'fuck offâ, Patrick already said something Henry never heard before: âBeautiful.â Henry felt his face heat up just from the word. Was Patrick talking about how Henry was beautiful? He didnât bother responding, Patrick would say something right back. Henry stayed quite, and Patrick slowly reached Henryâs hips. He pulled them up so Henry was on his hands and knees. âIt would be better if you stayed like that for know.â Patrick cooed into Henryâs ear. A smile on his face the whole time.
Patrick brought his hand close to his mouth, sucking on his own fingers, then spitting into it. Slowly, he touched the area around Henryâs hole. Henry jumping from the feeling was an understatement. He held a hand over his backside and faced Patrick. âWhat the hell are you doinâ?â Henry exclaimed, looking Patrick in the eyes with his own wide ones. âWhat did you expect I was gonna do?â Patrick asked, an amused look on his face. âI donât fuckinâ knowâŠâ Henry trailed off, only to be tugged back to Patrick. âItâll feel good if you let me get you used to it.â Patrick responds, looking at Henry.
The two stare for a moment, but Henry slowly nods. He turns around, and feels Patrick pull his hips towards him. He felt so vulnerable and he hated it. He stood still in that position, waiting for Patrick to resume his mission. Slowly, he felt something poke around his hole. Then, in a swift motion, he felt something push in. His gasp filled the air, and is back arched inward at the odd feeling. He feels a liquid, saliva, be shot onto his hole. Patrick didnât move or remove his finger, he just kept it there, until Henry seemed to adjust.
The moment Henry straightened his back out normally, Patrick began to move his finger, in and out, in and out; a consistent rhythm. Though it still caused Henry to grip the blankets underneath him. Not out of pain, just at the odd feeling. His head hung downward, almost dangling. After Patrick felt the feeling of Henryâs hole become easier to move his one finger in, he added another. Henry clenched his teeth at the feeling, it felt good, but it was foreign. Patrick spat more onto his fingers, and once they were covered, he began to move his fingers quickly.
The speed alone sent Henry overboard, Patrickâs fingers put in the mix had Henry almost drooling. Henryâs moans were almost like whines. Which only encouraged Patrick, adding another finger, he kept the same rhythm. Henry rocked against the feeling of Patrickâs hands, all to his liking. Retrieving his fingers, he spit onto his hand, and rubbed it onto his member. With his right hand, he places himself at Henryâs entrance. His other hand, he grabs onto Henryâs left shoulder, urging him to sit up.
Slowly, Henry sits up, and Patrick pushes himself in. Henry groans, leaning forward, Patrick following suit. Henry arches his back inward, and rests his head on the bed. His hands clench onto the bed, his mouth agape as drool slides by. Patrick starts to make a slow rhythm, letting Henry get used to this new feeling. Patrickâs leader grunts, and they both go down onto the bed. Patrick grunts lowly into Henryâs ear, wanting to just pound into the boy. He knew better, he knew if Henry wanted Patrick to stop, it was forever. He was surprised he even got Henry to get rid of the others.
Henry starts to sit up, letting Patrick know he was getting used to the odd feeling. Patrick smiles darkly, and pulls out completely. Henry goes to sit up, but quickly falls back down due to Patrick ramming himself back in. No sign of mercy any time soon, so Henry lays his upper half back on the bed. His ass was in the air, perfect for his Patrick to ram into him. Henryâs moans were breathy and soft. An occasional whine from the intense feeling filled the air. Patrick, had low grunts, but every moment Henry almost seemed to whine, Patrick moaned loudly.
Henry clenched onto the blankets, his eyes clenched as he whined. His breathing started to pick up pace; he was about to release. Patrick yanked Henry up by his shoulders, taking Henry by surprise. Patrick pulled Henry off the bed, still in him, never pulling out. He pulled Henry towards the mirror and dresser; he leaned him over, placing his hands on the mirror. Henry looked into the mirror to see Patrick focusing down at the action taking place. His thrusts were fast and powerful, shaking the dresser. The whole setup was turning the two on even more.
Patrick managed to make Henry weak, the boy began to clench his eyes and claw at the mirror. His mouth hung open, and he let out a loud moan. Patrick looked into the mirror to see Henry released, right onto the front of the dresser and floor. Patrick reached over with his right hand, and stroked Henry quickly. The boy whined and tried removing Patrickâs hand with his right. Patrick matched both of the actions to the same beat, making Henry more of a mess. Henry leaned his head back as he released once again.
Patrick smiled and pulled out of Henry when he seen Henry release. He spins his boss around and sets him onto the dresser, making sure Henry is pressed against the mirror. Patrick smashes his lips onto Henryâs as he jacks himself off at a quick speed. The two slobber all over, tongues fighting for dominance. Henry grabs onto Patrickâs face and forces his tongue down Patrickâs throat. Making him choke slightly, but not gag. The two continue their make-out session, but come to a halt when Henry feels a hot liquid shoot onto his member.
Before Henry could comment on how gross that is, Patrick goes down, and licks up all of their mixed messes. Henry looks up at the ceiling as he feels Patrick leave kisses on his lower half. Henry could almost forget everything when he was with Patrick. His eyes slowly closed as he felt a tongue on his sack. He felt safe and calm, but that all changed when he heard a car pull in to the driveway. Henry jumped, and Patrick looked up to see Henry move the curtain to see outside.
Patrick stood up, looking through the curtain to see what Henry was looking at. Henry got off the dresser and quickly gathered his scattered clothing. He threw on his clothing, while Patrick turned to face him. âDonât just fuckinâ stand there, get your damn clothes on!â Henry yelled, putting on his boots. He threw Patrickâs clothes at him, then resumed to pull his jeans over his boots. Patrick took his time getting dressed, while Henry quickly scouts for a gun.
Henry grabs the gun that laid beside the couch, and quickly heads outside. âBout time you fuckinâ show the hell up.â Henry comments, taking a beer that Belch offered. âHey um, whereâs Hockstetter?â Belch asks, setting up seating for the gang. Henry looks over to see Patrick exiting his house and heading towards them. âHad to take a piss,â Henry murmurs as he aims towards a bottle that Belch set up.
Victor sat down in the seat, while Belch and Patrick stood by Henry. The leader shakes a little bit when he aimed. The feeling of Patrick still touching him lingered, and he worried Patrick would touch him in a way right there. Henry shot the bottle with complete accuracy, and the gang cheered. Henry aimed at another bottle, but heard a car pull into the driveway. He glared over his shoulder, thinking someone pulled into the wrong driveway.
His heart stopped when he seen a police car. Quickly, he tossed the gun towards Victorâs feet. Henry quickly faces the vehicle and looks down slightly. The gang stood up and made their way behind Henry, aware of how his personality changed. Patrick standing a little too close behind his boss. Butch walked towards his son and his friends. He eyeballs Patrick, aware of how close he was to his son. âWhat did I say about having friends over?â Butch asks Henry, moving his eyes to focus on Henry.
âDonât have anyone overâŠâ Henry says quietly, looking down. Butch switches weight on his feet, and looks over to Patrick, who only licked his lips at the look. Butch glares, âWhose this?â He asks, disgusted by the lanky boy. âA friend.â Henry says quietly, looking up to see his father glaring at Patrick. The lanky boy smiles darkly, and for way too long, at Henryâs statement. Butch growled and pulled his gun out, aiming towards Henry. Victor and Belch looked away, but Patrick quickly yanked the gun away.
Henry was wide eyed when he saw Patrick aiming the gun at his father. Everyone watched as Patrick steadied his finger on the trigger. âYour son is a good fuck; tight little ass.â Patrick smiles as he attached a hand onto Henryâs member. Henry tries removing Patrickâs hand, but Patrick wouldnât let go. âHe kept whining because it was so damn good.â Patrick snickered, massaging Henry through his pants. Butch glares at the two, wanting to desperately hurt them.
Patrick smiles as he aimed at Butchâs chest. Henry had tears sliding down his cheek for being outed, especially in front of his father. Patrick sees how distressed Henry was, and shoots Butch. The old man falls, and Patrick looks at the other two. âYou two hate Henry?â Patrick asks, pulling Henry into a hug. He felt Henry shiver, and tears soak his shirt. He looks down as Henry holds his hands to his face, Patrick looks over aiming the gun. âDo you hate Henry?â Patrick asks again, but darker.
The gun was still in his hand, he aimed it at Victor as he held Henry towards him. The two shook their heads, making Patrick smile. âBetter not hear you talkinâ shit then.â Patrick smiles, hugging his weeping boss. The two stand there, unsure of what to do. All they could see was Patrick holding onto Henry. He stroked his back, while Henry shook in place. âDonât worry, if anyone has anything to say, Iâll kill em.â Patrick coos as he brushed his hand through Henryâs hair. âI promise.â
