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."
