In the picturesque county of Worcestershire, we have some really quaint villages and country inns and it was in one of these that I met Billy: Billy is certainly a character, rather roguish at times, generous with has money but always a real gent, however deep down I got the impression that there was more to him than what he was prepared to reveal. It took several weeks and some pretty heavy hangovers to get him to open up about his beginnings, as an apprentice mechanic/chauffeur for a well known luxury brand working out of London's Mayfair. Below I've tried to replicate how a chance meeting changed his life.
I needn't add that all persons mentioned here were 18 or over.
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Even from an early age I knew I was different from the other boys and by the time I was 20 years old I was fairly open about being gay. Now coming from a strict family this didn't fair well with my family so as soon as I started to earn a decent wage my bastard of a father kicked me out.
At that time I was about 5'10, fairly muscular with a good athletic figure; I wasn't into body building for working with the limo's kept me fit and agile. Being gay I had had my share of young gentlemen but it had always been my fantasy to fuck an older man. I had tried but I always seemed to chicken-out (much to my detriment for the upper class gents didn't take kindly to a 'prick-teaser',) however as soon as I met Gerald knew he was the one for me, for we seemed to develop a certain rapport, you know the kind, full of innuendoes and the like. Now Gerald would have been in his early fifties then, of substantial means and from certain angles looked a bit like Gregory Peck.
Following a week of trying to satisfy a few toffs (derogatory term for someone with an aristocratic background, belonging to the landed gentry or particularly those who exudes an air of superiority) somehow or other I had managed to swing it so Gerald's car was my last delivery of the day, so following a rather lengthy shower I changed, slapped on some aftershave then drove his limo into the heights of Hampstead; his house or should I call it his residence was situated on Telegraph Hill, then as it is today a very classy or sophisticated suburb of London: I rang the bell and waited. Expecting a butler or maid to answer the door you can imagine my surprised when Gerald opened the door wearing what looked to be suit trousers and a white shirt.
"Evening Sir, can I get you to sign for the return of your vehicle," I said dead formal like as I handed over the delivery document.
"Every thing in good working order" Gerald asked; as I looked up my pen rolled off the pad and landed at his feet.
"Sorry...allow me" I said crouching to retrieve the pen, as I bent down I noticed a rather large bulge in his trousers.
He grunted as he began signing the receipt then, with a slight smile he quickly quipped, "Nice bum, not a bad body too...I might add." I'm sure I must have blushed slightly and for a moment I didn't know what to say. He handed back the pen and pad. The momentary tingle that I felt when I noticed his package was now returning with vengeance.
Taking a chance I uttered "Is it?" His smile grew wider as I stepped closer before turning around. A hand palmed a cheek then gave a little squeeze, his other hand then slipped round and grabbed my rapidly hardening cock.
"Why don't you come in and close the door behind you," mumbled Gerald close to my ear.
Taking up on his offer I turned and followed his instructions. Soon we stood face to face in his hallway, each glancing down to the bulges in our trousers.
"Would you like to play with it?" He asked with a chuckle. "You're beautiful Billy...you know that don't you?"
"No Sir...but thank you for saying," I stammered as I looked into his eyes. '
Was that lust, was it desire, was it want or was it nothing that I saw there?
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"I think I've fallen in love with you," he said with an unexpected and unusual hoarseness to his voice.
"I've never done this before," I said in a stuttering whisper.
Wonderfully, but still not obvious with his intentions, Gerald leaned forward and cuddled me. It was lovely and in my aroused state very sexual. I have no idea how it happened or who prompted it or even if either of us did, but somehow our lips touched. Just a brief brushing together at first, but almost immediately it became a kiss, a real kiss, a lip to lip kiss. It didn't last long, it was not with open mouths, we didn't suck on the other's lips nor did we use our tongues at all. But it was without a shadow of a doubt a real kiss and one that lovers give to each other.
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He is interested, he does want me,
' crashed through my mind as I wondered whether I could go further and then, as a shudder went through me, I thought. '
How far could I go? For I knew what was now expected from me but did I have the savvy to continue
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Our lips parted. I felt disappointed, but said nothing as he looked away from me, although fortunately, did not move. I knew then that I would have to push things further.
He mumbled something.
"Sorry Sir, what was that?"
He didn't look at me, but said very quietly. "I am sorry Billy."
"Sorry...sorry what ever for," I queried
"I shouldn't have done that, but you look so beautiful and I love you so much."
Hardly able to stop my hand from shaking and so worried that I might have got it all wrong, I reached out for his wrist. Gripping it lightly, I paused for a moment as I plucked up my courage and then thought. '