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?
'
"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.
'
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
'
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. '
Go for it.
'
I crouched in front of him before undoing his buckle and zip. Having pulled down his trousers I reached out, gently stroked his shaft then reached in only to find a damp patch on his boxers where his precum had soaked through. I continued to rub his cock through his boxers, I was sure that I had never felt anything so thick. I dropped onto my knees and sat back on my heels.
"Can I see it Sir?" I asked playfully.
He chuckled and slowly unveiled his cock. I looked at it for a moment with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"You can touch it and for christ sake stop calling me Sir" He uttered.
"Sorry Sir, force of habit...May I," I replied gleefully. It was about 8 inches in length, drooling precum, its foreskin was slightly pulled back exposing a shiny deep purple dome; his cock was thick, very thick and covered with bulging blood vessels, one could say it was gnarled but to me it was beautiful. I raised myself off my heels and lent forward until my mouth was an inch or two from the head of his semi erect cock. As he began to unbutton his shirt I first blew softly across its tip, causing Gerald to squirm. Holding his erection securely, I stuck out my tongue and began to lap up the precum from its tip. His cock twitched and continued to grow upwards. My mouth was now salty from the precum and I was salivating at the thought of trying to take his cock deep into my throat, but I held back. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock until it was almost fully erect, occasionally stopping to tickle the tip, then I dropped back onto my heels.
"Can we go somewhere more comfortable?" I inquired.
"Follow me," he replied first kicking off his slippers and trousers; he then led me through the house losing his shirt and boxers somewhere on the way and into his bedroom where he sat totally naked on the bed. I made to kneel in front of him but he stopped me. "I want to see what you're hiding under those jeans," he said. I stood in front of him and unbuttoned, then teasingly turned away and slowly slid my jeans to the floor.
"Now stop your teasing and come here, I want to feel your cute mouth around my cock again."
Now I knelt between his legs, bent over, grasped his thick cock with one hand, his balls with the other and lowered my lips over the glistening head. He moaned as I slowly worked myself lower and lower. With each trip up and down his length, his cock became increasing engorged and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would get to taste him. He had a hand resting on my bum before squeezing and teasing or tracing my crack through my boxers. My hole was itching to be filled but I wasn't sure if I could fit him in. He seemed to sense what I wanted and slipped his hand inside my boxers and began to gently caress and tease my tight hole. I moaned and thrust my mouth deep onto him, staying with his cock in my throat for as long as possible before surfacing.
"Stop!"
he bellowed pulling at my head, "You're going to make me cum and I'm not finished with you yet."
Looking him directly in the eye, I took hold of my shirt with both hands and in one movement pulled it up, over my head and threw it into some distant corner of his bedroom.
His eyes inevitably went straight to my naked chest and my horrendously swollen nipples. Soon he reached out and rested his hands against my breast.
"Oh Billy, they're lovely," he exclaimed as he expertly pinched and pulled my rock hard nipples. '