It's raining. I love the rain. Not walking in the rain, but just watching it come down. It looks like tears coming down. My eyes mist a little. Billy has left me.
Billy was my lover for the past year or so. We started out as gym mates and our relationship developed, slowly, to become bed mates. There was nothing romantic really about the change from just friends to lovers. Reflecting back on that period, I cannot in all honesty recognize the exact moment separating the two types of relationship. It must have been after around two months of knowing each other: we were sharing lemonade in the gym cafeteria after we had taken showers and dressed, I remember.
The waiter placed the check on the table and Billy put his hand on it, reaching for his wallet.
"Let me take care of this," I said, putting my hand on top of his.
Billy smiled and I felt his thumb move up and just barely press on my fingers. At this moment, I realized that I was sexually attracted to this guy, and I pressed down, not moving my hand away. There was an immediate understanding that we were going to share the same bed that night.
"If you like," Billy gazed into my eyes, his thumb caressing the area between my thumb and index finger lightly. My heart raced at this gentle sign of sexual attraction. I very much go for this kind of thing instead of bulldozing my way into another guy's crotch!
Billy was not overly handsome, neither am I, for that matter. What attracted me to him was his tall, lean body: toned and moderately muscled. I am not too shabby either, not as tall as Billy, but also lean and I was working on my abdominals, shooting for a defined six-pack. Billy was also hairy. I love hair on a man: on the chest, under the armpits, the trail going down the stomach, the thighs, and of course the pubic area. Body hair turns me on, especially since my own body hair is centered sparsely in the middle of my chest and around my nipples. The rest is fairly smooth. Well, the crack is hairy!
After the lemonade in the gym cafeteria, Billy suggested that he cook dinner for us and asked me over to his place. I knew that dinner was not the only and foremost thought in his mind, but I was more than ready for what would happen after dinner, or at least of what I expected and hoped would happen. It got me excited and I developed a semi-erection just by anticipating being with Billy that night.
The dinner was pesto pasta. I brought the wine. We had a great time. But we never touched each other or made passes at each other. The only communication that was sexually laden was through the eyes, the way we looked at each other across the small kitchen table as we ate the pasta and drank the wine. Somehow, this made what to come later more intense.
I helped Billy with the dishes, and he started the coffee maker. We lounged on the sofa in his living room, sipping hot, fantastically delicious Colombian coffee, trying to make conversation, when both of us wanted to touch the other badly. Billy didn't turn on the TV, and I was thankful for that. I didn't want any distractions.
Halfway through the coffee, Billy slid closer to me, placing one arm behind my head, his hand resting on my shoulder. I responded by nuzzling against him lightly. As if in slow motion, I turned my head towards him and he leaned and kissed me on the lips. I moaned and pressed tighter against him, returning the kiss with open lips, feeling his tongue probing into my mouth, tasting me, sucking. His other hand was already on my thigh, rubbing lightly and gently up and down. I was already hard, but I decided to let Billy take the initiative since he seemed to like taking control.
As our lips interlocked, he moved his hand from my thigh and slid it under my shirt, rubbing on my bare chest, finding a nipple, fondling it. I moaned.
I was very impatient to get Billy out of his clothes. I tried to work the buttons of his jeans loose, but what with the kissing and groping and rubbing, I couldn't accomplish that. My hands were shaking and Billy seemed to sense that.
"You really want to get in there, huh?" Billy asked with a smirk at my futile attempts to reach inside of his jeans, breaking away from my mouth.
"You can't blame me," I responded, inhaling deeply as my hand let go of the buttons and groped his crotch, feeling the erected hardness through the fabric of his jeans and underwear. This, needless to say, sent electrical shivers up and down my hungry body, touching each nerve and all nerves.
Billy stood up in front of me and thrust his pelvis forward. "Try now," he said, looking down, always smirking. I loved the way he smirked. It wasn't really a sarcastic or humiliating expression; it was his way of telling me that he knew what was on my mind. I was a little surprised how forward his gesture was, especially that since the time he pressed on my hand in the cafeteria up till now he has kept a reserved approach to me. I figured that he was as excited, if not more, than I was.
One thing was on my mind as I stared at his bulge, which was now right in line with my face: Billy's cock. With trembling hands, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He was wearing white jockey briefs. My God, he looked so masculine that the racing of my heart started to increase even before I exposed his manhood. His erection outlined and stretched his underwear sideways, all the way to his hip, and I could easily tell that Billy was hung.
Losing my patience, I tore down his jockeys. His cock sprang out, a hot, hard, thick, mushroomed, man cock. I immediately estimated it to be at least 7 or 7.5 inches long. Closing my eyes, I kissed the head. I felt Billy's hand rest on the back of my head, goading me onto him, starting to moan as the first sensations of wetness and warmth covered the head of his tool.
I licked around the mushroom head, down to the ridge, all the way down the underside of his hard thick shaft until I felt his curly pubic hairs and balls, and then licked up following the same route back to the head. Billy's moans got louder, the pressure from his hands on the back of my head harder. I took the cock between my eager lips slowly, breathing through my nose, totally engrossed with the passion of my first taste.
When I took him into my mouth, pressing my lips around the cock head, feeling it throbbing and stretching my lips, my moans mixed with Billy's.
"Suck that dick, Dan," I heard him mumble. "Oh, God, Dan, suck me."
I opened my eyes and looked up at his face, trying to swallow his man meat deeper. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, and he was mumbling all kinds of stuff: suck me baby, eat my cock, take it deep, and so on. This made me even hungrier for him as I listened to him whispering those begging requests. One hand pressed on the back of my head, the other hand clutching at my hair desperately.
I tried to reach the base, but the shaft was too thick for me. I was only able to go halfway. I used my spit and my hand to grip the lower part of his cock and stroke it as I worked on the upper half and the head with my mouth and lips and tongue. I kept thinking: how come I hadn't noticed how sexy Billy was? Why hadn't I made a move on him earlier, wasting all this time, with such a hot cock hidden away from me? My lips pressed tighter as I became delirious with lust.
Billy pushed deeper, needing for his cock to enter into my throat, and I gagged. Although my gagging was quite loud, mixed with some coughing, Billy used both hands on the back of my head to push me deeper onto his dick, clutching at my hair. I tried to pull away but I couldn't. He wanted to go deep into my throat and he was uncharacteristically using force. I felt his thick cock head press on my throat, trying to penetrate. I felt tears flowing down my cheeks, the pressure on the back of my head increasing. I looked up at him, tried to say something, to tell him to stop forcing me, to remove his hands away, but to no avail. My mouth stretched, my throat constricted, my breathing got more difficult, my nose was filling with snot, and I knew that my eyes were pleading for him to ease up. Billy looked down at me and saw my discomfort. I expected him to pull out, but instead he pushed harder, his face telling me how badly he wanted to fuck my face.
Billy wanted me to deep throat him and he wasn't going to let me off easily. His thrusts into my throat became more and more urgent. He fucked my mouth with frenzy. I breathed with difficulty through my clogged nose so as not to suffocate and thankfully my gagging receded a bit. His dick was totally covered with my spit and snot as I tried harder and harder to swallow. In spite of my discomfort, I needed to please Billy, to respond to his urgent lust. In fact, no matter how uncomfortable I felt, I just didn't want to let go of the beautiful cock filling my mouth.
Finally, I felt my lips encircle the base of his shaft. Billy used his hands to fuck my face, releasing the pressure just enough for me to pull back to the head, and then re-applying the pressure, invading my throat. In and out. Thrusting. Fucking. I was spitting and coughing and sucking all at the same time. I reached for my own dick, now semi-erect, and stroked myself as I realized that Billy was not going to let me get off before he found release. My eyes were glued to his hair trail, and this made it easier for me to deep throat him, full with the sensation of lust for him. His thick pubic hair tickled my nose every time he thrust deep down my throat.
His thrusts became faster, more urgent.
"I'm going to cum, baby," he moaned. "I'm going to lose it. Oh, fuck. I'm shooting!"
His cock got thicker. With one last push, he buried his tool deep into my throat and started shooting, arching his back, pressing more of his huge cock into my throat. I tried to swallow the hot spurts of semen, now filling my mouth. As much as I ached for the pounding to end, I ached much more to swallow all of his man juice. I pressed my lips around the base of his dick to prevent any of the juice to seep out. His hands pressed my head closer, tighter, onto his crotch as he shot squirt after squirt into me. Swallowing his sperm, and as much as I reveled at the feeling of being able to draw out a guy's load by sucking his cock, I felt a bit embarrassed. He wasn't looking down at me as he ejaculated. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth wide open, and his breaths coming out fast, as he grunted with the intensity of his squirts. I swallowed, tasting the thick cum mixed with snot and spit, gurgling like a drowning man. Nevertheless, I was also embarrassed: on my knees, swallowing cum.
Finally, Billy slowly pulled out of my mouth, his dick still hard, glistening, beautiful. I plopped back on the sofa, inhaling sweet air, tasting the saltiness of his cum. Billy rubbed his now-slick cock head on my face, smearing spit and cum around my face cheeks, my eyes, and my lips. I licked his love tool whenever he rubbed it on my mouth. I was totally taken by surprise when he pushed his dick back inside my mouth. What the fuck? Billy had just shot a load and now he was going to face-fuck me again?
This time I was able to pull off his dick, now that his hands were not on the back of my head, forcing me to swallow the huge meat.
"No, Billy," I managed to say. He could see the hurt look on my face. "Let's just make love, ok? This is not about forced blow jobs. I'm not here for that although I would love to take that cock of yours any time. But this has to be mutual."
