“Come on, Patrick. You know I want to hear you,” I reminded him.
I pulled almost all the way out and then quickly pushed back into him. I absolutely loved to hear Patrick enjoying himself and feeling good. And I loved the fact that I was the one who made him feel good.
“Fuck!” Patrick yelled out, making me smile.
I took hold of his sides and withdrew so that just the tip of my head was in him and then pushed all the way back in. I repeated this and increased the speed each time. Soon he was panting and pushing himself back against me, trying to get more. I reached under him and wrapped my hand around his dick. Slowly, I stroked him. I pressed my finger against the notch under his head, and his ass squeezed my cock like a vise. Hot jets of cum shot out from my dick and were buried deep in him.
Eventually we settled down, and I pulled out of him and collapsed on the bed beside him. Patrick stretched out and laid face-down on the bed. His head was turned sideways on the pillow so he could face me, though his eyes weren’t open. Despite his eyes not being opened, there was a smile on his relaxed face.
I rolled onto my side, pulled the sheet up over us, then snaked my arm under the sheet and across his upper back. I leaned over and kissed his lips and then his forehead.
“That was awesome; thank you, man,” I said. “Do you need anything?”
He laughed and then opened the eye that wasn’t buried in the pillow.
“I have everything I need with you.” He closed his eye again, and the smile remained on his face.
“Good. I’m glad. Now that’s out of my system, I can go back to sleep for a while,” I said and closed my eyes.
“We can’t sleep too long. We have to be at the elementary school by nine,” Patrick murmured.
Since moving to Las Vegas, I’d been actively involved in various community service work. I didn’t have another fight scheduled until the summer and had spent the spring visiting schools and youth martial art clubs and classes. I had a Junior Team Dragon club that helped aspiring TCF fighters, and offered scholarships to give lower income kids the opportunity to take classes.
I’d spoken at assemblies for all ages in schools and also for wrestling teams in high schools. Today I was going to an elementary school in one of the at-risk areas and would be speaking to kids to motivate them to take care of themselves and how important it was for anything they wanted to do.
“Kendra, Monique, and Quinten from marketing are meeting us at the school,” Patrick said as I sipped my coffee.
TCF had assigned me a marketing team that helped when we went out to the schools. Depending upon the school and age level, there were different promotional items we would take and give to the kids. For lower income and at-risk schools, like the one we were visiting today, we’d take nylon drawstring backpacks and included a Team Dragon coloring book, pencils, and a small poster.
“Sounds good. They’re bringing the little drawstring backpacks full of stuff, right?” I asked, just to be sure.
“Yes, they will have everything and then some of the larger backpacks, T-shirts, and tickets to your next fight,” Patrick said.
As we pulled into the parking lot, I immediately saw the black Escalade with ‘TCF 1’ on the license plate. The marketing team was already here. I knew that my agent, Corey, rode with the marketing team. He always attended the school visits with us, and usually a few of my trainers went with them too.
Patrick and I got out of the backseat of the Escalade, and then my security guys, Steve and Alfonso, got out of the front. Today, they were wearing black Team Dragon polos instead of their usual black suits. At least two members of the security team accompanied us at the schools.
When we went inside, we headed to the front office and met with the staff. Everyone was very excited for us to be there and had said that the kids were all looking forward to the assembly. I always asked the principals about the kids in their school, especially in the at-risk areas. It was the easiest in the at-risk schools for kids to fall between the cracks.
“We have a high turnover rate. Few teachers have students that are in their class from the start of the school year through the end of the year,” the principal said. “We also have a high number of students whose family moves away during the year, and then they later come back.”
“I imagine that’s difficult for teachers and the kids too,” Patrick said.
“It is, yes. Kids could have a best friend one day and then without a word, their friend stops coming to school.”
“Do you guys have a lot of kids in the free breakfast and lunch program?” Patrick asked.
“We do. About ninety-five percent of students are in the program. We also have a weekend program but have a smaller percentage in that one.”
“What is that?” I asked.
“Friday afternoons before school lets out, kids can come to the lunchroom to collect a grocery bag full of food to get them through the weekend. Since they can take them home, it’s not a warm meal.”
“But it’s food,” Patrick said.
“Exactly. And in this neighborhood, as long as the kids have something to eat on the weekends, then we worry a little less.”
“Do you know if the bulk of the kids have two parent homes?” I asked.
