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After David Rose walked into his life, Patrick went from being a once a week masturbator to masturbating every single opportunity he had. He felt like he was finally the horny teenager he never was. Patrick had always heard the trope that men think more with their cocks than they do their heads, and he felt that maybe he finally understood it. Ever since he met David, a lot of his life seemed to be driven by his cock. It's like a whole new world had opened up to him. He had no idea whether David liked him, or whether David was even into men. He hoped he was, but ultimately, he wasn't sure. Just the mere thought that one day he might get to kiss David, and potentially more, had kept him awake every night since David first handed him that B13 ticket a few weeks ago. Each night after Ray went to bed, Patrick wrapped his hand around his cock and covered his mouth as he came, David's name quiet on his lips.
On the odd night Ray was out, Patrick could take his time to explore his body and his new found infatuation with masturbating. Tonight was one of those nights. As Patrick lay in bed lazily stroking himself, he decided to experiment and rub one dry finger around his hole. It felt good. Aching for more, he did it again. He wondered what it'd feel like if it was David's finger pressing against him. Or his tongue. Or his cock. The thought sent a tingle down his spine. He pushed a finger in gently, gasping as it entered him. He didn't really know what he was doing, but he knows it felt excellent. Patrick kept a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, focusing on his finger exploring himself. Grabbing the lube bottle, he realized it was nearly empty. He wanted to put a second finger in. Fuck. Rose Apothecary wasn't officially open until Friday, but Patrick had convinced David to let him purchase a few items a few weeks ago. He realized on his new found sexual discovery that the moisturizing cream he had been ashamedly using, was not cutting it. And he knew what David would stock at the store would be infinitely better than whatever he could get at Brebners. So he pushed the nerves that bubbled deep in his gut aside, told himself that it's normal for adults to buy lube, and asked. David initially resisted ("can't you wait til opening day like everyone else?!"), but he quickly agreed when Patrick replied joking if he couldn't buy the items now, he'd go to the dollar store and pick up some Gel Time to use instead. One lecture from a disgusted David later and Patrick was the owner of some very fancy, organic, artisanal lube. He never thought he'd go through it in only a few weeks though. Patrick had gone from someone who used the cheapest moisturizer to jerk himself off, to basically needing a monthly subscription of lube. He cursed under his breath that he hadn't planned ahead and bought more. Suddenly stroking his cock wasn't enough. And he needed more than what he could do with one finger. He wanted something, he needed more, like a toy or vibration. Huh, vibration.
A couple of months ago, when Patrick threw everything he could together into a bag and left his old life behind, he didn't realize he'd accidentally thrown Rachel's bullet vibrator in too. He had planned to throw it out but for some reason, at the last minute, decided to keep it. At this moment, he was very very happy it currently sat in the back of his cupboard, almost asking to be used.
He got up and found the little bright pink bullet vibe, flopped back on the bed, and twirled it in his hands. Patrick had done a lot of research since he met David and remembered he'd read that nothing without a flared base should go in the rectum. Patrick turned on the vibe and let it vibrate in his hand. I guess I can just hold it against myself and not push it in. See how it feels. I may not even like it.
Patrick lay on his back, lifting a knee and gently held the vibe to his hole. His eyes shut blissfully, a smile gracing his face as every nerve in his body had lit up with one press of the toy. Oh, I like this. I like this a lot. His hand flew to his cock, wrapping his fist around himself. The faster he worked his hand, the harder he pressed the vibe without thinking, desperately seeking more. His mind floated to David as he bit his lip, stifling his moans slightly as he came hard, come spurting all over his chest, his hole clenching tightly around-
Oh
"Fuck!" Patrick said breathless, panic in his voice and a faint buzz coming from within his ass.
"Oh." He put his hand down, attempting to grab onto something, anything, but there was nothing to grab.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He muttered, bringing his hands to cover his eyes. Panic was rising in him by the second. I must have pushed a little too deeply. Fuck! The vibrator was currently turned on - and stuck - inside him.
Patrick couldn't help but squirm, the over stimulation was so much. He started pushing down, to see if he could somehow push it out, but no luck. He slowly put a finger inside to see if he could feel it, nudging the base of it with his finger. Nearly an inch in. There was no way he could get it out on his own without risking pushing it up further. Realizing he was still currently covered in come, he grabbed the towel next to him and wiped himself down before he picked up his phone. The first thing the internet told him was to go to hospital. He knew he should go. But he also knew he couldn't drive himself, not with something lodged in his ass. And there's no way he's going to involve Ray in this mess. Patrick briefly thought of Stevie, but they'd only met the day before and texting someone you barely know to come help you dislodge something out of your ass isn't exactly a great first impression. Which left... David.
"I can't." Patrick said to the empty room. David can't know about this. He's going to think I'm ridiculous. Who gets a vibrator stuck up their ass. Besides, Patrick was a little worried he might like David helping him remove the toy a little more than he should. This situation was awkward enough without Patrick adding an inconvenient boner to the mix. He quickly searched the internet for "self removal of foreign object in rectum" hoping there was some advice on how to remove it without involving a second person, but the horror stories of people making things a lot worse for themselves, caused him to swallow his pride and admit he may just have to text David. A wave of horror hit him as he realized he'd have to ask David to bring lube too. And probably gloves. Dammit Patrick, you bought that lube off David only a few weeks ago. David's going to think you're some sort of sex fiend. He groaned at the thought. Either he's going to think I've got an incredibly frequent sex life or I'm obsessed with jerking off. He wasn't sure what he would rather him believe. He couldn't help but groan again. Why was the only person he could call in this situation the same person who, in a roundabout way, caused this situation to begin with. Not that David would know that. Patrick placed the pillow over his head again, frustrated that this was his current reality. However he did already have a strange sense of trust with David. He knew he'd joke about the situation, but ultimately Patrick knew he'd want to help. Besides, if David couldn't get it out, he could at least drive him to hospital. Patrick continued to squirm. The constant vibration was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. He knew moving probably just made the situation worse, but he couldn't help it. There was so much over stimulation.
The quicker I message David, the quicker this can hopefully get out of my ass.
Opening his messages, Patrick contemplated how on earth he's going to explain this one. His hands were starting to sweat and nerves quickly filled him as he started to type.
Patrick took a deep breath and hit send.
Moments later, Patrick saw the three little dots pop up.
No, I have a vibrator lodged up my ass and I need your expert fingers, which I definitely don't spend everyday looking at wondering what they'd feel like lodged up my ass instead, to get it out.
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David grabbed the keys to the Lincoln and quickly made his way out the motel door.
"Don't forget the sign out sheet, son!" Johnny called, as David shut the door behind him, without so much as a backwards glance.
Whatever Patrick needed him for, he knew it had to be important. David hadn't known Patrick long, but he got the feeling this wasn't a normal request. The urgency of his messages was concerning him. And asking him to bring lube and gloves?! David had not forgotten that Patrick had purchased lube at the store a few weeks ago. He remembered it vividly in fact. And he definitely hadn't spent many nights in the motel shower picturing what he was using it for. How Patrick had managed to go through so much so quickly though... his cock stirred at the thought. And when it came to someone asking him to bring lube over, his mind immediately went to sex. But he could hardly see his button up, mid range denim wearing business partner texting him for a booty call. Besides, he didn't even know what his preferences are. He knew what he hoped his preferences are though. Approaching Rays, David couldn't help but let his mind float back to what Patrick could've been doing to run out of lube so quickly. Pushing those thoughts away as he pulled into Ray's driveway, David knew that whatever this emergency mission was, an erection probably wasn't going to help.
David quickly made his way to the door, turning on his phone torch to find the spare key. Finding the key, he made his way upstairs, stomach alight with nerves.
What the fuck am I going to be walking into?! Why couldn't he come downstairs? Oh god is he stuck in some sort of weird hostage situation? Ah that's ok, I've saved Alexis from many hostage situations before. What if he's stuck somewhere and can't move? Oh what if he was attempting something while Ray was out and it didn't go to plan? Something sexy? David reached the landing, walking to the second door on the right before pausing. What if he's in there with a partner? What if they're stuck together and he wants me to dislodge them? Groaning, David leaned against the door frame, every part of him hoping he wasn't about to walk in on Patrick with someone else. He felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket.
P: I can hear you David. Come inside please.
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As Patrick heard the door open, he put his pillow over his face. He heard David walk towards him, but it was too embarrassing to look at him, shame quickly burning up his face.
"Patrick. What's going on?"
"Oh nothing." Patrick said, his muffling into the pillow.
"Nothing? It's not every day your business partner texts you at 9pm asking you to bring lube and gloves over."
Patrick finally pulled the pillow down, looking straight at David. David. Standing in front of him with a puzzled, but kind, look on his face, eyebrow raised and holding a bag which Patrick assumed was the supplies he'd asked him to bring. Pushing his nerves aside Patrick took a deep breath. The longer he didn't speak, the longer the vibe would be stuck.
"I may be -uh-" Patrick said, groaning "...in a little predicament."
"Yes?" David encouraged when Patrick didn't continue. "You look fine. I mean, you look stressed but I was sort of expecting to walk into a hostage type situation here."
Smiling awkwardly, Patrick gripped the pillow tightly as he spoke. "You know how you sometimes hear of those people who get uh-" he continued to groan intermittently "...things stuck in uh- places they uh- shouldn't?" Patrick watched as confusion, then understanding crossed David's face.
"Ohh." David said, stepping closer to the bed. "You've got- yep, I understand. Fun night home alone then?" David smiled.
Patrick covered his face with the pillow again, groaning into the pillow. "Not quite."
"What are we working with here?" David said opening the bag he'd bought and pulling out the supplies.
Patrick breathed a sigh of relief. David didn't care. He didn't ask questions. He was wanting to help. He should have been nervous, and he was, but he felt he should be much more nervous than this for someone in this situation. But he was surprisingly calm with David.
"Before you say -uh - anything, coz I -uh- know it's clearly not the -uh- right thing to do." Patrick squirmed slightly, every few words punctuated with a groan as the toy continued to vibrate. "It's a bullet vibe. I -UHH-" Patrick let out a particularly big groan. "...didn't intend for it to uh- go in?"
"I see." said David pulling his teeth between his lips. "You can't reach it yourself?"
"Do you think I would have called you if I could?! It's stuck David, properly stuck."
"Ok, ok, any idea how far up it is?"
"Not far. Less than -uh- an inch I think."
"Ok well I should be able to do it. If not, I'll drive you to hospital. We should probably go to the bathroom for this though, it could be messy. You right to stand up?"
"Yep." Patrick wondered how David was so calm and why he wasn't asking more questions. Patrick got up off the bed, suddenly acutely aware that he's in his underwear in front of David. He put them back on when waiting for him to arrive. Even though Patrick had spent so much time in locker rooms as a teenager, standing in front of other men in his underwear, and naked too, this was David. Everything about David felt different. And even though David was about to be seeing much more of Patrick, for some reason he still felt the need to have at least his underwear on when he arrived. A tiny bit of dignity before he asked his business partner to essentially stick a finger up his ass. Patrick pushed his nerves about David seeing him like this aside, before half waddling and groaning on his way to the bathroom. He could hear David chuckle behind him. "Hey shush!" Patrick laughed back. "This is not funny."
"For you maybe, me on the other hand ..."
"David!" Patrick turned his head and saw David's eyes focusing squarely on his butt.
"Sorry."
Patrick turned back around, smiling to himself. His stomach swooped at the knowledge David was checking him out. Maybe he does like guys. "You're not sorry, but you're right. And I'll probably -uh- laugh about it in 5 years time, the fact -uh- not only did I get a vibrator stuck up my ass but I had to call my new business -uh- partner to come remove it?! We haven't even officially opened the store yet!"
"Well I'm honored you called me."
"Yeah well, it was either -UH- you or Ray to help me so it was an easy choice." Patrick teased.
"Ooh burn Patrick, do you want me to help or not?!" said David, looking around and surveying the bathroom, looking fairly displeased with the floral interior.
"Yes. Please. The constant -uh- vibration is really -uh- annoying."
David laughed. "Not sure annoying is the word I'd use," he said with a smile. "Now, pull these pants down."
Patrick's lip curled, oh how he wished to hear those words in a different context. "Bet you never thought you'd be saying that to me, huh."
"Not quite." David bit his lip.
There was something in David's eyes there, but Patrick couldn't quite place what.
~~~~~~
If you'd asked David this morning what his plans were for tonight, he would not have said "standing in the business partner that-I-have-a-slight-crush-on's bathroom, attempting to remove a vibrator out of his ass." David was still incredulous as to how this had happened, let alone why Patrick had called him of all people, but he was oddly touched. Besides, the knowledge that Patrick probably less than 30 minutes ago, had been touching himself whilst using a toy, even if it was an incorrect one, was ridiculously hot. He had absolutely no idea what Patrick's preferences were and even though he knew plenty of straight men enjoy anal activities, now it was clear Patrick at least dabbles in it, David couldn't help but wonder what else he likes. The thought of going to work tomorrow and looking at Patrick, knowing what he knows now, was going to be hard. Literally and figuratively. David was aware what he had was an unrealistic crush though. His straight laced business major partner would not be interested in someone like him. Besides, if you liked someone, you wouldn't call them to help get something out of your ass. He wished there could be more though, Patrick had such control over his body already and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in bed with him, if the effects of his current groans were anything to go by. Every time Patrick groaned, a jolt went straight to his cock. David suddenly wished he wasn't wearing jeans that were quite so tight. Thankfully, Patrick was caught up enough in his own situation, he wasn't focused on David and his half tented pants.
"Do you -uh- want the underwear, -uh- all the way off?" Patrick asked, breaking him out of his thoughts. Patrick was breathy now, the constant vibrations clearly getting to him. David bit his lip, the thought of being able to make Patrick sound breathy himself was definitely not helping his half tent pants situation.
"Um, yeah. It'll be easier. Besides, I've seen like, hundreds of dicks. Nothing I haven't seen before." David smiled, reassuring him.
Patrick's eyes seemed to light up at David's words. David couldn't quite place why. "Literal or figurative?"
David smirked, "Both."
Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Patrick turned away from David again, slowly removing his underwear. His hands still automatically covering his groin, despite David's reassurance.
"Ok, if you can kneel next to the bathtub and like, bend over it? I need your butt up."
"Can -uh- do." Patrick muttered.
David wished he was the one drawing these delightful groans out of Patrick. He wished he could get the toy out of him, turn him around and blow him right here in this god awful floral bathroom until Patrick was crying out his name. Even though Patrick was trying his best to cover himself with his hand, David could see he was a little hard. Huh, I guess lots of things can make you hard. Doesn't have to mean anything. His mind was still spinning as to how Patrick managed to get himself in this situation. Especially when Patrick himself said he knew it wasn't right to put a bullet vibrator up your ass. David briefly wondered if he'd have to give Patrick a sex toy education lesson after this, like he did a lube lesson a few weeks ago when Patrick joked he was going to buy Gel time. I mean, he could give a lesson. But the thought of giving a sex toy lesson to the person he's currently harboring a crush on, was not ideal. David started to wonder whether this was an exploration thing. A Patrick-finding-new-ways-to-please-himself type thing. David's cock stirred at the thought as he tried his best to not stare directly at Patrick's crotch as he knelt down to prop himself against the bath.
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Patrick couldn't help but blush as he noticed David actively averting his eyes from Patrick's cock. David had just said he's seen hundreds of dicks and Patrick felt his insides light up at his words. And he meant literal dicks too. Of course I had to clarify. Way to look subtle. Patrick groaned as he knelt over the bath, toy buzzing away, still trying to cover himself with his hand. Surely that means he likes men? Suddenly, David checking out his butt as he walked to the bathroom and David averting his eyes from his crotch felt different. It meant more. It felt like a small victory. I wish I was kneeling for David for a very different reason right now. He couldn't help but groan again. Every little movement he made, caused the vibrator to shift slightly and a groan to escape his lips. He didn't think it was normal for his business partner to hear him groaning this much. But then again, it wasn't normal for his business partner to be lubing up his gloved finger like he was ready to perform a prostate exam either. He looked back at David. He was surprisingly nonchalant over the whole situation, while Patrick still wished he could hide from embarrassment. Yeah well, he isn't the one with the vibrator stuck up his ass.
"I'm going to take this off." David said, removing his sweater. "I can't risk getting lube on it, even if it is the high end lube we will stock at the store. This sweater is dry clean only after all."
Patrick couldn't help but keep watching as David removed his sweater. His undershirt rode up as he took it off, giving Patrick a delightful glimpse to the trail of hair hiding underneath. Patrick turned around again, trying to run through every baseball stat he could think of and not think what the trail of hair led to.
With his sweater off and gloves on, David knelt behind him, lube in hand. "Now, the most important thing is you are relaxed."
"How on earth am I meant to be relaxed right now?!"
"I know, I know, just, don't be... tense, ok?"
"I can try." Patrick said through gritted teeth. "Just get it out of me please."
"Is it ok if I have a look? See if I can see anything?"
"Yes, David, do whatever. I need it out. Like now." Patrick was growing more nervous by the minute. As much the thought of David being so close to his asshole in this situation terrified him, he really didn't want a trip to Elmdale hospital tonight.
The soft buzz of the toy trapped in Patrick’s ass filled the otherwise silent space. David looked for what Patrick thought was a little too long.
"David. What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for it."
"Are you though? You're making me nervous. I'm starting to feel like you're lining up a shot or something."
"I don't know what that means."
After what felt like way too long, David finally spoke "I can't see anything. Do you want to put the lube on yourself?"
Patrick groaned, "I'm kinda worried I'd accidentally push it in further if I do."
"Ok, I can do it." David paused as Patrick heard the click of the lid. "This will be cold."
Patrick took a breath as the cold lube from David's gloved finger hit his rim. Shifting slightly, he could already feel his cock stirring. No, no not now.
"Patrick, I need you to stop moving."
"You try having a vibrator stuck up your ass and see how you stay still." Patrick said gritting his teeth.
As David spread the lube, the vibrations from the toy finally slowed before coming to a stop.
"Oh thank god." said Patrick dropping his head and groaning for what felt like the millionth time that night. "The batteries finally died. About time."
"That must've been very uncomfortable."
"Yep, especially when I'd already..." Patrick stopped. Why on earth am I saying this to David?!
"You'd already come?"
Patrick blushed again, grateful his face was mostly hidden from David at this point. "Yeah."
"That's a lot of over stimulation." David said softly.
"I bet this is one of the weirdest situations you've been in." Patrick gritted his teeth. Anything to divert the conversation.
"Actually believe it or not this is not the first time I've had to get something out of someone's ass."
"Looks like I called the right person then." Patrick muttered, wanting to focus, but also not wanting to focus, on David's finger still spreading lube.
"And there was the time I was seeing an aerialist from Cirque du Soleil and she wanted to have sex while tied up in silks, which, who wouldn't want to do that, so I said yes but then realized she meant have sex while suspended in the air and I mean, we were already there when I realized what she meant so I did it, but I don't do heights so that ended up being a pretty weird situation."
She? Huh. Maybe he doesn't only like men?
David was less than a foot away from Patrick's bare asshole but yet he was talking casually like they were out having drinks. He had no idea how he was going to walk into work tomorrow and look David in the eye, but ultimately he was glad he called him. He was making this whole situation surprisingly easy. And strangely enough, he wasn't joking as much as Patrick thought he would be.
"David!"
"What?!"
"You're taking ages again."
"Do you want me to do this properly or not? I could always call Roland to come help instead. He could bring some Gel Time. Or we could wait til Ray gets home." David chuckled.
Patrick let out a groan that for the first time tonight wasn't vibrator induced.
"Ok, Patrick, I'm going to use my finger to spread a little further in, so hopefully it reaches the..."
Patrick bit his lip, his cock growing more interested in the second as David started to gently push his slick finger in. He shut his eyes as his finger entered him slightly, his head running through baseball stats again, hoping to will his erection away. As much as he hated that he was getting aroused by this, he also loved it. This was the closest Patrick had come to living out his fantasies of the last few weeks and despite it being nothing like those fantasies, his body was clearly responding positively. He never ever thought this would be the first time he'd have a man, let alone David, touch him so intimately, even if it was in a situation like this. The thought of David using his fingers on him in a very different context ran through his mind, but he pushed the thought away immediately. It definitely wasn't helping the growing erection.
"C'mon David, how long will this take? This is surprisingly hard." Patricks knees were already starting to hurt, kneeling on the tiles.
David started to chuckle, making Patrick nervous. No one should laugh in such close proximity to your asshole.
"What?!" Patrick asked, peering over his shoulder, slightly nervous for the answer.
David smirked, eyes averting from where Patrick was attempting, and failing, to properly cover his half hard cock. "Surprisingly hard, Patrick? Would we say hard or ... semi firm?"
"David!" The color creeped up Patrick's face, his hand desperately trying to cover himself more. Of course David could tell he was half hard.
"What?! I don’t know what you’re talking about but I was referring to our store opening" David smiled, his eyebrows raising as his eyes flitting again to the hand Patrick had covering himself.
Patrick buried his face in his arm. He didn't think he could be anymore embarrassed.
"You are not helping David! This is so embarrassing." Patrick muttered.
"I currently have a finger up your ass, Patrick, me seeing part of your penis is the least of your worries." David removed his finger slowly, before shuffling back. "Ok, now I'm going to get you to squat and to bear down. Kind of like you're..."
"I thought you said to not be tense!"
"Yes but that was earlier, not now."
Patrick, still covering his groin with one hand, willing his half erection away, turned his head to David. "Turn around please."
"Patrick, as I said, it's nothing new."
"David, I have a vibrator stuck up my ass, I'm trying to maintain a tiny scrap of dignity here." Patrick couldn't help but laugh before turning around once his erection had flagged, squatting so his back was to David.
"I hate to tell you but I think you lost your dignity the moment you texted me tonight knowing I'd have to stick my finger in your ass." David paused. "And that's a thing I just said to you." Patrick looked over his shoulder at him and smiled. For a night that was incredibly awkward, this was the first time Patrick had seen David look it.
David's words plus the reality of the absolutely bizarre situation they were in hit Patrick and all he could do was laugh.
"What's that? For once there's no snarky come back?"
"David. Please stop staring at my ass and just get the vibrator out." And that's a thing I just said. Patrick hoped the blush he could feel on his face wasn't visible to David.
"Ok I'm going to get you to push down, slowly, and when I see it starting to peek out, I'll try to grab it, ok?" David said
Patrick started pushing. He felt like he was pushing forever, the tension growing rapidly.
"Where is it David?" Patrick's brow was starting to sweat. "Do we need more lube?"
"More lube is always the answer," David said with a smirk before catching himself. "Sorry, I mean, it can't hurt I guess."
Patrick felt the extra lube coat his asshole, the excess dripping on the bathroom floor.
"Ok, nearly there, not to sound like one of the doctors in Bridget Jones's Baby, but one more push, Patrick, I think we are close."
Patrick gave one final push, feeling the toy dislodge inside him.
"There it is!"
Patrick could feel David's fingers nudge his rim as he pulled the toy out. He let out one final groan as he felt the toy finally leave his body.
"Slippery little thing!" David exclaimed, holding the toy in his gloved hand.
Patrick stood up and quickly put his underwear back on. "David, thank you so much. I'm so sorry you had to do that. I could never thank you enough. I-"
"Patrick, it's fine, honestly. What are business partners for?"
Patrick smiled. "Here, give me that." Patrick motioned to the toy. "You don't need to be holding it." David handed him the now very slippery toy and took his glove off, disposing of it in the trash and washing his hands. "I better go get dressed." Patrick said, trying to hide a smile as he noticed David's eyes rake over his near naked body.
With his clothes back on, Patrick asked. "Do you want a drink? You probably deserve one."
"Yes, please." David said. "I feel like that needs to be celebrated."
~~~~~~
"I'm sorry if I ruined any plans you had tonight." Patrick said as they sat on the couch, whiskey in hand.
"I was reading a Major Lady magazine from 20 years ago when you texted me, trust me, this was a much more entertaining night than I had planned." David smiled, taking a swig of whiskey. "So do I want to hear the story of how you got a bullet vibe stuck up your ass?" David asked. "You do know there are an abundance of toys you can buy that are actually designed for it?"
"I know." Patrick chuckled, unsure how much to say. A part of him wanted to say everything, the other part wanted to keep everything hidden from the man who'd just had a gloved finger up his ass. "I don't actually own any toys that are specifically for anal play?"
"Oh anal play, we're being technical, I like it."
"What do you want me to call it? Butt stuff?"
"Call it what you like Patrick, either way, you need to invest in some toys. Especially ones that have a..."
"Flared base, yeah I know." Patrick sighed, taking a sip of whiskey, still unable to believe that he got himself into this position in the first place.
"I could put together a recommendation list for you, if you like. I have a nice collection of toys I've accumulated over the years."
Patrick blushed, for the third time this night. The thought of David making him a list of toys he recommends, ones that he likes, sent a jolt straight to his cock. The thought of David using those toys on himself? Patrick was ready to push him back and fuck him into the couch. "That'd be great, thanks. I was planning on changing the toy situation soon anyway."
"Oh? Expanding the collection?"
"Something like that."
"Well, I am here to help you in your quest." David laughed, raising his glass. "Here's to new toys that won't get stuck in your ass."
Patrick laughed. "To business partners who come to the rescue, without asking questions." He said, taking a big swig. Oh how he wanted to inch closer to David. To wrap a hand around his face and pull him into a kiss. He shook his head slightly, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"Oh there will be more questions, don't think you're getting away with this."
Patrick chuckled, intrigued but nervous about what David's future questions would be. "Seriously, how can I thank you, David?"
"You don't have to do anything. It's fine, really."
"No, I want to do something. It's not everyday you have to call on someone to come over late at night to do what you did."
"Well, if you want to thank me, how about you sign for those vendor deliveries that are coming in early tomorrow and I'll have a sleep in?"
"I think I can manage that, David."
As David stood up to leave, he opened his bag, handing Patrick the lube he'd bought over. "Seems like you might need it." David winked as the color creeped up Patrick's face. "And hey, when you run out of this, I know an excellent place that sells it. They don't open til Friday though. Think you can ration it til then?"