Pay Me To Suck Black Cock Pt 2

I sucked Pat’s pale little cock until I felt it pulsating against my tongue. I stopped to look up at him, waiting to hear him beg to cum.
Part 1
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Abel pulls his car into a spot in the wide parking lot, nearly empty at this time of day, and looks around as if expecting to see someone he knows here. He takes out his phone and thumbs through the column of numbers until he finds the one he wants. He pauses. Fidgets. Hesitates. Fiddles with the display. Adjusts it. And then fidgets again, staring at the number. Wondering. Thinking. Asking: Is this the right thing to do? Finally, he highlights the number and starts typing. He sends the text and then sits. Waits. Staring at the huge apartment building. Wondering what he’ll do if . . . And then, a buzz. An answer. He looks down at the display and anxiously reads the reply.
He jumps out of the car and races across the lot and into the building. He bounds up the stairs, taking two at a time, until he reaches the third floor. Breathless, he raps on the door.
Patrick opens the door and gives him a wide grin. “Wow, that was fast. How did you . . .?”
“I was downstairs. In the parking lot. I took a chance you’d be home.”
“I’m glad you did,” Patrick says, pulling Abel inside and wrapping him up in a warm embrace. He plants a kiss on his mouth. “I was wondering if you’d ever come back.”
“Yeah, me too,” Abel admits sheepishly. “I still don’t know if I should.”
Patrick kisses him again, this time more intimately.
“I guess that tells you where I stand. I’d like to see you over here a lot, anytime you want. But I guess you’re still working out that girlfriend...