The Guys That I Lie: Mr. Holdout 1

Patrick from Williamsburg truly was a work of art.

I stumbled upon him on Grindr, initially looking for a fling to pounce on and came across the profile of a bearded Irishman with potential to take me up his sweet ass.

"Hi and hello to you, too," he said, as he came off brash for me not properly courting him. "There used to be a time that a guy could speak to another guy and not necessarily gawk and disrespect him. A little positive dialogue goes a long way."

I wasn't in the mood for a lesson in cruising, or better trying to date someone as I just wanted a nut.

"If that's what you're looking for, with me you'll be severely disappointed," said the 59-year-old.

He claimed the status of "proud bottom," and so I took a chance to see just how proud, as I was hard checking his profile.

"Sex isn't the only thing that's on my mind, Keenan," he told me.

Anyone else would've dropped the pursuit, but Patrick presented a challenge I was willing to execute, for the salt and peppered goatee carrying chub, with his blue eyes and soft lips had my full attention. He had a certain mystique, a distinct charm reflective of his profession as described in his profile.

"Social worker for special needs clients," read one part of a sentence.

I looked at his stoic photos as he didn't crack a smile, yet there was a type of warmth in his eyes, as I could see his intriguing soul. I'd see a trustworthy man, one who was guarded yet dependable, independent, and didn't bare much of his naked body aside from one photo of himself at the beach, exposing his nipples accidentally.

"I'm Keenan," I told him the first time I messaged him

"I'm glad you gave me your name," he responded as he for sure would be a tough cookie.

I'd close the initial chat between us after 30 minutes of going back and forth, with me trying to see if he would be a hard nut to crack regarding "petting time."

Two days later and this handsome man was still on my mind, and so I logged on again, intent on trying to sway him to agree to a meet.

"You like bagels," he asked me.

I told him yes, and the ice was broken as he would suggest we meet at Aromas Coffeehouse, a local spot that served bagels.

"You willing to drive to Williamsburg one day and meet me here, so we can talk," he asked.

I said yes, thinking it would happen a day or two later, only for it to be three months.

"Keenan, we have lives, ya know," he told me when I asked why he waited so long to hang. "Besides, I needed to feel you out."

"You could've felt me out in other ways," I told him.

He was unimpressed by my words as we finally heard each other's voices, seeing each other in person as the short, pot bellied man with the pocketed t-shirt and cargo shorts was in my presence. I loved the New Jersey native's twang, and he admired my Virginia drawl as we sat and talked before being served piping hot bagels and tea.

"What you're used to are these horny old dogs, stepping out on their wives or husbands, that want to suck or ride some cock. I'm not that type of guy," he told me as he tugged his jewelry.

He had a golden cross on his chest, indicating his religious beliefs as he rubbed it while we made eye contact.

"Pat, you can't shame anyone else for being online and seeking," I told him as he passed judgment for those on the same site as him.

He tried justifying his profile by saying he was merely looking for friends, and I made it clear to him that the friends he spoke of had to have been big cocks, as Pat's rump from what I could see needed a reinforced dick for entry and pinpoint.

"I don't have sex like you may think," he said.

"You stated you're a bottom," I told him.

"I am, and damn proud, but it's not always about me bending to my knees or bending over. I'm not insatiable or nomadic in different beds. I'm perfectly content with pleasuring myself if it comes to it," he said to me.

We'd sit there for three hours just dialoguing and vibing without mentions of sex the remainder of the visit. I learned that he was a father to two sons, and a grandfather to three boys and two girls, with his face lighting up as he showed photos. Patrick was a locked-in family man that would bulldoze anyone that interfered with his blood from what I witnessed. I looked at pictures of him holding his grands, and he earned another layer of respect from me aside from wanting to be balls deep in his backside. I knew I still needed to venture more into the mind of this man before I could even attempt to get in bed with him.

"Maybe next time I'll come and see you on the Southside," he suggested when it was over.

"Next time? You making it a point for a part two," I asked.

We stood in front of the establishment and I would see Patrick smile in person, for his perfect teeth were hidden by that thick, neatly manicured beard, and soft pink lips

"I didn't see you grin like this for the kids," I said of his grands.

"Well, my jubilance is different for them," he told me.

We'd end up chatting everyday since the bagel date, and meeting three weeks after as he later claimed he liked Caribbean food.We linked at Cutlass Grille, a Jamaican spot closer to my place, and would savor the flavorful cuisine the place had to offer, along with the live music. We indulged into the atmosphere, and things became a little intimate as I began to admire Patrick more.

"You're quite the date," he told me after.

The meal was over, and we were contemplating what to do next when we decided he wanted to check out my place.

"Wanna really see what your personality is like," he said. "See if you're some dirty bachelor."

I laughed before we entered our vehicles, and he followed me to my place.

"A little mulch and some shrubs would bring this to life," he said of my property's huge yard.

This was the beginning of a few suggestions as I let him ramble on about what he'd do to make my place better, and compare how he designed his place to mine.

"You should let me come over and transform your home. I love decorating," he said.

We'd kick our shoes off at the door, and I made him sit on a couch to relax, while I went to grab some wine from the cabinet. I'd sit on the opposite couch to keep things on the surface, then we'd sip vino and discuss plans for the house, and us.

"The littlest things would add value to the property, " he told me as we discussed plans for the future.

"What about value to me and you," I asked.

I started pouring it on, as Patrick was just a guy I truly was into. I loved his bouncy tone as he discussed prosperity, and just living in the moment when it came to life. This vivid, masculine bear closed his eyes as I played some music, and he'd harmonize with The Commodores, Mint Condition, and other slow, rhythm and blues as it played on the speakers. He belted tunes and totally surprised me as he knew words of music verbatim.

"So he sings," I asked, and he would come sit next to me, and further demonstrate.

Patrick's voice was angelic as he could carry different tones. He definitely had rhythm, and was on key easily as I watched him with his eyes closed, exerting another passion as I was in total awe. He finished carrying the tune then looked at me and smiled, and I reached over to surprise him with a hearty kiss.

"You blow like that, and you expect me to keep my composure, " I asked him.

"Took you long enough," he responded.

I looked at him with my eyes raised and smiled, then did it again, only this time I leaned into him and put myself on top. My lips parted and I would "further check his temperature" by sliding my tongue into his mouth, with him seemingly smitten by my aggressive nature. His soft, higher pitched moans confirmed he hadn't engaged in this type of activity in quite a while, and so I asserted myself more, driving my tongue wildly to let him know I was truly into him.

"I want you," I whispered in his ear before kissing his neck.

I then begun to gently lick behind his left ear, and he whimpered and squirmed as I had him in my clutches.

"Keenan, that's my spot," he whispered.

I held his arms down to make him surrender, my body between his heated thighs as I continued to have my way with.

"You are hard," he mentioned.

"Is that a problem, " I asked while letting my tongue jockey at his Adam's apple.

"Keenan it's been a very long time since someone has even come close to doing this," he said.

That only turned me on more as I began to feel elated that he trusted me to touch him. I briefly stopped to look into his eyes, noticing he was in a daze and wondering if he truly was ready to engage.

He shook his head "yes," as if he knew what was on my mind, then pulled his top off, giving me the sight of his meaty, tanned tits. Patrick had minimal hair with some follicles around his nipples, and I'd kiss and swirl my tongue around each one, making him swivel his body.

"My nips are very sensitive," he said with a chuckle.

I stopped, then let out an evil giggle and got back to it, hearing him shoot a high pitched moan as I disregarded his warning and wanted to give pleasure. He dug his fingers into my shoulder while I repeatedly brushed tongue on both tits, even pressing them together at one point and sucking them, making a "popping" suction sound as I would kiss, suck, then release.

"You're making me so moist right now," he said, and I would tug at his belt as a request to undress fully to confirm.

He stood up, and I continued sucking those tits as he pulled his shorts down, and I landed a hand on his small cock to feel it oozing precum.

"That the moist you talking about," I asked before I scraped some of it on a finger, then inserted in my mouth, then his.

"You taste good, Patrick."

"Young man, you are incredible. Can't remember the last time I wanted someone so bad," he said before he pushed me back.

He got on his knees and tried to take off my shorts. I helped him, and he would snatch off my boxers before grabbing my hard prick at the base.

"You're also very huge," he said.

We both laughed and I looked at him admiring and exploring my nine inch cock, seeing his eyes get big right before he licked the tip, then looked at me to see my sign of pleasure.

"Like that," he asked.

"Just like that," I told him as he was lightly tickling the soft spot from under the tip.

"I bet I can make you cum before I do," he said, then ran his tongue around the shaft, and down to the base.

It might've been awhile for Patrick but he certainly hadn't lost his touch, as he took that same tongue and ran circles through my thick pubes, then down to my ball sack, having me spread my legs wide as he tickled the entire pouch. He then raised the pouch to lightly kiss both sides between my thighs and balls, then French kiss my taint. He even rimmed me, for at first I tried to writh free, but he showed his strength in pulling at my thighs while digging in, letting his facial hair tickle between my cheeks while his tongue hooked inside my ass.

"Now who's singing," he asked me as I reacted to what he was doing.

Patrick had me gripping the couch as if we were sliding down a waterfall, as the pokes of his tongue at my walls had me running my body back and forth.

"You like that," he asked while tongue fucking me. "You wanna be inside me?'

I began to jerk off from the intensity and he would stop, looking up at me with those eyes, then grabbing the base of my dick to nurse on some more. Patrick's skill set was on display as he took me fully down his throat, showing he could handle cock. His lips massaged it perfectly, and he closed his eyes to focus fully on pleasuring as I felt his tongue swirl around my tip each time his head was at the top. Seeing his head bob back and forth slowly was a sure turn on, as Patrick showed he was a man of detail.

"That feels so fucking good," I whispered.

"I bet," he said, before licking my balls once more.

He held my hands as I wanted badly to stroke myself, the heat of the moment passion on full display as he was just in his own world having his way. Patrick held out for so long as he was looking for a connection, something more than a bump and run, something with a little more substance as shown through his actions. I had my fair share of men, but none that did me like this to where my toes curled so frequently, and I actually felt "loved" during the encounter. In my mind it was inevitable he'd let me penetrate him this evening, but at the moment he was thanking me for being so patient, thanking me for allowing him to learn to trust me and vice versa, and make this moment more worthwhile.

"Patrick, I can't hold back anymore," I told him.

This only made him speed things up and tighten his grip as he wanted my cum.

"Patrick, baby, I'm warning you," I whimpered.

I had to close my eyes as I was getting close, getting slightly dizzy for this man had me feeling different than other times I climaxed. I kept calling his name while trying to hold back, but he moaned some more, and encouraged me to let loose, and so I would, screaming and wailing while I naturally exploded on the back of his tongue. He inhaled and groaned while taking it all in, my body shaking from the intensity of how he pulled it out of me with ease it seemed. He'd take in every drop, and greedily sucked my balls after to get a few extra drops. I became sensitive and tried to break free.

"Sit still," he said as he kissed my thighs and had me ready to jump through the roof.

"Pat honey, I'm sensitive," I said with a giggle.

"I don't give a shit," he told me as he raved at how sweet I was. "Just my salute to you for being so patient."

"Well, it's my turn now," I told him.

"No it's not. Not right now. We've got some time because I want to be able to try and take that thing inside me, and that's when I'll cum," he said.

He got up and climbed on the couch as I sat up, then he leaned into me the same way I did him earlier as we kissed, with his naked, mostly smooth dad bod laying on me as we kissed the rest of the night away. We'd eventually get up and get into bed, but the current time was one we wanted to pause, for he and I learned, our connection was more than just lust.

"I could possibly get used to this," he said.

Stay tuned.