he was looking for, until he found The Candy Shop.

He clicked on the link and a site full of tasty treats popped up. He found the chat room for the city he was in and entered the room. His mouth watered as he browsed the profiles. Yeah, this was definitely how he wanted to treat himself. After much searching, he struck up a conversation with a young nineteen year old and before he could stop himself he was giving away his room number. His heart raced with anticipation.

After the longest hour of his life there was a knock on the door. For the first time since he signed off, he felt regret. He hadn’t talked to him long enough. He had let his erection get the better of him. What if he was a teenage psychopath or worse what if he had lied in his profile and in reality he was ugly? He gathered all his courage and slowly opened the door.

“Patrick?”

“Oh fuck, what are you doing here?” Patrick was shocked.

Of all the people in the world he never expected his younger brother’s friend standing on the other side. He couldn’t remember his name, but he could never forget his face or, even more so, his slim beautiful body. Patrick’s brother was several years younger than him, a little surprise his parents always joked.

“Are you?” Patrick asked confused.

The boy looked at his worn tennis shoes.

“Come in, come in.”

For a second Patrick thought the boy was going to run away. But then he looked at him with his big green eyes and came inside. Patrick tried not to look at him directly. He had been so worked up that just being around him had him aroused. He ushered the boy into the small room. The boy sat on the bed while Patrick sat in the chair next to the nightstand.

“My name is Jake,” the boy said, “and yes I’m a friend of your brothers.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I go to school here, as a matter of fact I should be in French right now.”

Patrick couldn’t help but laugh at his blasé attitude. Of all of his brother’s friends Jake had always stood out to him. Every time he had been over at his parents, which wasn’t often, Jake was always the friend that lingered around in the back and, on more than one occasion he had caught him staring. At one point he was going to ask his brother if Jake was gay, but after his brother left for college he stopped talking about his high school friends and Patrick never thought about it again.

“This is a long ways from home for you,” Jake said. “What are you doing in this hotel?”

Patrick explained to him how he had come to a convention and how well he had done with the investors. He couldn’t contain his excitement and Jake was so easy to talk to. He quietly listened and was genuinely excited for him as well. However, after several minutes of conversation the room turned quiet. The tension in the air was thick. Did he dare make a move on this guy? Patrick wondered.

The twink stretched out on the bed, his long body taking up almost the entire length. His eyes challenged Patrick to make the first move. Patrick could feel that familiar stirring in his boxers. He wanted this boy badly, longed to stick his fat tool inside of