Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 13:59:51 EST
From: Pedro Marinez <boywonder9999@hotmail.com>
Subject: Part II Queer Day

Queer Day

Part II

   I spent the rest of the weekend thinking of what had transpired within
that dark theatre.  The new sensations I had just recently experienced were
still fresh on my brain and every time I thought about Bill, my cock came to
immediate attention.  I would masturbate ever chance I could get, in the
bathroom, in my room, even in the basement behind the boiler.  I knew I
couldn't call Bill right away, that would only make me look desperate, so I
waited until Thursday. It was a P.D. day (professional development day) at
school on Friday and I would be parentless all day.

   When Thursday arrived, I spent all day with an erection just thinking
about Bill again and what we did together. When the three o'clock bell went,
I rushed home as fast as I ever could, holding Bill's card in my hand as I
ran. I stood staring at the phone, catching my breath and running the
conversation over in my head trying to build up confidence. My hand was
shaking as I dialed the numbers on the card, then I held my breath as the
phone began to ring. It rang three times before I recognized the voice at
the other end, it was my Bill's.
"Hello" was all I could squeeze out of my throat.
"Who is this"? asked Bill in a reproachful tone.
"It's me, Jay, remember we met at the Apollo Theatre".
"Jay" he exclaimed "I'm so glad you called! Where are you right now?"
"I'm at home. I've just finished school for the week, it's a PD day
tomorrow".
"I spent this past week thinking about and hoping you would call. Are you
busy tomorrow"? His voice was meek and inquisitive, not willing to risk
anything or give anything away.
"No, I'm not busy. Do you want to meet somewhere?"
"Yeah" he exclaimed in an exited voice,"where abouts do you live?"
"By the Esso on Thames St." I replied.
"Ok, so I'll pick you up there at eleven forty tomorrow. Look for me, I'll
be driving a beige Toyota Camry". With that he hung up the phone and I was
left with butterflies in my stomach. Tomorrow at eleven forty, I couldn't
bear to wait.

  The next morning I awoke early, eager for the rendez vous to arrive. To
kill time and take my mind off the excitement I was feeling, I sat down at
the kitchen table and completed my homework for the weekend. I watched some
TV and tried to read but my thoughts were focused on Bill. I couldn't truly
call him handsome in the usual sense, but I knew I could trust him, and that
is what I was drawn to. At eleven thirty I strolled over to the gas station
and waited. Time ticked by slowly, but true to his word, Bill arrived less
than a minute late of the appointed time.

   I hopped into the front seat of his car and fastened my seat belt as we
pulled into traffic. As soon as we were in our lane, his hand moved to my
thigh and began rubbing up and down my leg.
"You look amazingly cute today Jay, I'm so glad you called." I smiled at him
and placed my hand on his and directed it to my crotch where my ever
swelling member was awaiting his touch.
"Where are we going?" I asked with a sexy voice, I had some idea of what he
wanted.
"To a little place I know. I think you'll like it" he replied.
We talked steadily as he drove to our destination.

  We pulled off the road out of town into a rest stop for truckers. I had
seen it many times before on the way to visit out of town relatives. Behind
the rest stop was a dingy motel where Bill parked his car. I got out with
him and we entered the small building where the front desk was stationed.
Bill held my hand as he asked the large man behind the counter for the key
to the room he had reserved. In Bill's left hand was my own, in his right
was a shopping bag of which the contents were unknown to me. The owner gave
us a questioning look as we left but Bill pretended not to notice.

   The room was small and dark despite the best efforts of a sixty watt bulb
burning above the bed. There was a TV, a desk and two chairs, the bed of
course and the bathroom was at the back. Before I had a good chance to look
at the room, Bill spun me around and placed a deep, wet kiss on my lips. His
tongue pierced my lips and entered my mouth, seeking out my own. I met him
there, in my mouth and we played about a while before I forced my way into
his mouth. Bill's hands were all over me, on my buttocks, lifting my shirt,
under my waistband and into my briefs. I did the same, trying to imitate
him. I cupped his genitals in my hand through his clothing, the warmth of
his growing erection could be felt through the fabric.

  He pulled back and looked me over. I lifted my shirt over my head and
dropped it to the floor. Bill sat on the end of the bed and he pulled me
over to him. I stood there motionless in front of him as he unbuttoned my
jeans and let them slide to the floor. I stepped out of my Levi's, and the
older man guided me onto the bed as he positioned me face down on the
mattress. Bill knelt over me and traced the length of my spine with the
balls of his fingers. When he reached the waistband of my briefs, he pulled
at the elastic, bringing the flimsy fabric about my thighs. He left them
there, constricting my legs as he parted my bums and lowered his face into
the crack of my behind. A warm, wet, slimy tongue began lapping at my anus
and surrounding sensitive tissue. He used both hands on my cheeks to keep
them parted as his tongue went to work giving me one of the earth's greatest
pleasures. Bill was skillful in his technique, I know that now years later.
He would push in as far as he could reach then flicker the tip around,
vibrating and rubbing against my virgin asshole. A lubricated finger entered
into my rectum followed by another. They parted and stretched while inside
me, loosening my sphincter for what was to come. In my ears Bill would utter
words of encouragement, praising me and flattering my beauty. I was on the
brink of orgasm and Bill sensed this and pulled away. I turned over on the
bed begging him not to stop.

   He was still fully dressed as he walked over to where he had dropped the
shopping bag. From within he produced a tube of Vaseline which he placed on
the nightstand. I watched as he undressed from his work clothes. He
carefully hung up his business suit on the non-removable hangers by the
door. I found his paunchy stomach and hairy legs and chest sexy as he
revealed them to me for the first time. He removed his boxers and socks, as
I did the same and we both were now completely naked, staring at each other.
I felt an unbelievable amount of lust for this full sized man and his
manhood. I wanted his cock. I wanted his body. I wanted his sperm on me and
in me. I was about to get what I wanted.

  I held out my hand and he squeezed some Vaseline from the tube. He stood
by the bed as I rubbed the lubricant up and down his shaft and head.
Swirling up and down the length of his prick brought Bill to moan gently in
my hands. He positioned me facing the headboard with a pillow for
protection. I was on my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder at my
lover behind me. His lubricated fingers felt cold around my anus, and
squishy in my rectum.

  He spread my ass cheeks with his hands and placed the cock head against my
sphincter muscle. With a hand on my left hip and a hand to guide his rocket,
Bill prepared himself for the pleasures that awaited him inside me, while I
prepared myself for what I knew would be somewhat painful. With a smooth but
firm thrust, he forced past my anus and into my chute, slowly driving to the
hilt. I let out a gasp of pain and pleasure, my eyes wide with surprise. Our
eyes locked as he eased out almost all the way then drove back in again,
this time with a more forceful thrust. I squeezed my firm buttocks together,
locking him within me. A quick spank on my heiny left a red hand print on
the white flesh. I released my grip. I smiled at him with a lustuous glare
in my eyes asking for more. He continued to spank me hard while pile driving
my backside. I loved it. Watching this sweaty, hairy man slap my ass while
grunting in pleasure was driving me to ecstasy. I placed my hands against
the headboard and pushed back against my lover. Now with a free hand, Bill
reached around my thigh and took my boy cock between his fingers. He pumped
madly from behind, I saw stars as I exploded my load onto the sheets beneath
me, spasiming shot after shot of hot semen. I screamed out in pleasure no
longer able to bite my bottom lip.

  Bill withdrew his penis from the warm, tight confines of my no-longer
virgin ass. Still lost in the afterglow one of the best orgasms of my life,
he rolled me over so I was backside down on the sheets. I could feel my warm
juices on my back as I starred up at Bill's hairy chest and crotch. With my
legs wrapped around him, he jacked himself furiously to his climax. I sat
up, propped by my elbows, he ejaculated his rather plentiful load onto my
chest and into my mouth. Bill collapsed onto me after his orgasm subsided. I
kissed him passionately on the mouth, biting his lower lip and toying with
his tongue. We kissed each other deeply until he rolled off of me and lay
there beside me.

  After a few minutes of silence and cuddling, Bill said
"Jay, that was spectacular. I've never shot so much in my life. Your body s
just so hot."
"I really enjoyed it too." I replied simply. With this Bill got up and
pulled me with him into the bathroom. We were both covered in spent juices,
and I could see it drying between the hairs on Bill's chest and pubic area.
"Let's clean off" he said to me. "Kneel there in the shower, but don't turn
on the water." I didn't know what he meant until it was too late. A gold
stream of urine erupted from his limp prick. It splashed against my chest
and Bill directed it up to my face.
"Please Jay, open your mouth for me." I did as I was told and let him piss
into my awaiting mouth. I could not help but swallow, and I was shocked that
I was enjoying this. So there I knelt, before my much older lover, drinking
his urine and splashing about in whatever didn't flow into my mouth. When
finally he finished, he entered the shower with me and turned on the flow of
hot water. We washed every inch of our companion's body, paying particular
attention to certain areas.
As I dried myself off in front of Bill, I couldn't help but notice the
arousal he was getting.

  I needed no outside motivation and walked over to him and lowered my head
to his rising manhood. I gently kissed the tip and then flicked it once with
the tip of my tongue. I sucked on of his testicles into my mouth and gave it
a good swirling about before expelling it and taking up the other. Bill was
moaning loudly as I did this and he placed his hand on the back of my head.
At the expense of a large amount of saliva, I covered his shaft from hilt to
head with my tongue, working him up to full erection. With a shift in
position I was ready to bob back and forth on his cock, sucking furiously at
the skin. After a good five minutes of sucking, changing my rhythm from time
to time, I brought Bill to his second orgasm of the afternoon. This time I
didn't release his cock from my mouth, spilling not a drop from my mouth.
Once he had gone completely limp again and all the semen was down my throat,
I stood up and went to get dressed.

  After Bill had paid the hotel manager, he got back into the car where I
was waiting for him. On the way back home, we held hands but said nothing.
We both understood that what we were feeling was meant to be kept inside,
cherished but kept silent. He let me off back at the Esso. As I was about to
open the door, he said to me
"Thanks Jay. I'm glad we got together today. Call me whenever you feel
like, Ok?"
I smiled at him with the sexiest look I could manage.
"I know I'll be calling. All we need is a place and some privacy. Good bye
my lover. Until next time." With that I shut the door behind me and began
the walk home. I didn't look back, to deny him a last chance look at my
smiling face. When I got home the clock read 1:30. So that is what business
men do on their lunch breaks.