Date: Fri, 09 Apr 1999 17:11:25 PDT
From: pommels guy <pommelsguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Billy 7

CHAPTER 7 The Meet - Part 2, Saturday Night

       Billy and I went out and got in my Volvo 760 Turbo.  Billy loved
that car.  I opened the sun roof and slammed it into gear and off we went.
Billy leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the powerful
engine vibrating up through the leather bucket seats.  He rested his hands
on his knees and sat with his legs spread apart.
       Now driving through downtown Kansas City requires plenty of
concentration!  But, I must confess, my mind wasn't entirely on my driving
with Billy sitting there in such an inviting manner.  My eyes wandered away
from the street and to Billy's bulging crotch.
       "What are you thinking about?" I inquired.
       "I'm thinking about the feel of your body under mine," was his quiet
reply.
       Well, I couldn't let that go unanswered!  My right hand slipped from
the gear shift and over to Billy.  I caressed his inner thigh and then
started rubbing his dick and balls.  Unfortunately there were too many
layers of clothing between my hand and the prize it sought!
       "Oh Richard!" he moaned.  "I love it when you do that!  I wish we
could go back to the motel so we could be together again!"
       That comment upset me.  Had I distracted Billy from the competition?
By eating his cherry dick, had I ruined his chances at making the National
Team?  "Now Billy, you've got more important things to do right now.
 You've got to get back on the Team."
       "Nothing is more important than you, Richard."
       "So, do this for me then.  Be an Olympian!"
       "While you watch me tonight, remember that every routine is just for
you!"
       He leaned over and kissed me.  I needed both hands for driving right
then.  After turning the corner, I moved my right hand back to his crotch.
       "As much as I love what you're doing, you better stop.  We're almost
to the gym and I don't want to have a hard on when I drop my sweats!  It's
going to be tough enough not to get a boner just knowing you're watching
me."  (During the afternoon's lovemaking, I had told him about my endless
jack off sessions with my video of his meet!  He had confessed to stroking
himself frequently during our phone calls, getting off just on the sound of
my voice.)
       I reluctantly withdrew my hand as we neared the gym.
       I parked and we headed for the athlete's entrance.  I didn't know if
they'd let me in, but no one stopped me or asked any questions.  It was
still a couple of hours before the meet was supposed to start.  I hadn't
realized before how early the guys get to the gym to start stretching and
warming up.
       Billy and I walked down a ramp to the gym floor.  As I looked around
I suddenly felt like a kid in a candy store.  Everywhere were gymnasts
wearing only shorts over comp tops.  At least 95% of the guys had their
tops pushed down to their waists, showing the greatest collection of hard
pecs and abs ever revealed to me!  Enormous lats and quads confronted me on
every side!
       Billy whispered to me, "Now, you can look, but don't touch!  I'm the
only boy toy gymnast you get to tumble with!"
       I laughed and nodded my head.  Billy didn't have to worry.  He was
by far the most beautiful guy there.  He wasn't the most muscular or even
the best defined, but when you looked at the complete man, there was no
question in my mind that he was the best looking guy there.  And besides
that, he was the one I loved.
       I took a seat in the chairs reserved for the competitors.  So far no
one had questioned my presence.  I was "up close and personal" to the near
naked bodies I had admired for years!  I stared as I realized that Lance
Ringnald, a 1988 Olympian, was a few feet away from me.  Unfortunately
Lance was one of the handful of guys who were wearing their comp tops
pulled up.  I turned and saw John Rothliesburger, the son and brother of
Olympians, nearby.
       John is big for a gymnast - 5'8" and 150 pounds.  His muscles were
bulging as I watched him.  Not the tight, well defined muscles of Billy.
But, still, a joy to look at!  Then I saw a guy I didn't recognize.  He was
almost the exact same size as Rothliesburger, but his definition was
better.  He had short, dark hair and brown eyes.  In contrast to the
intense concentration of most of the guys, he was laughing and smiling and
seemed to be flirting with a young lady with an official pass dangling
around her neck.  I learned later that he was Jarrod Hanks from Oklahoma.
Jarrod and I were to become great friends, but that's another story!
       All of a sudden Todd appeared beside me.  "Well, did you let Billy
get any rest this afternoon?"
       "Of course," I lied.
       "Good," he replied as he wandered over to a small group of other
coaches who stood watching the gymnasts stretch and warm up on the various
pieces of equipment.
       I was sitting close to the Pommel Horse.  I watched as the guys
lined up to take their turn at the horse.  Billy wandered over and tossed
me his t-shirt.  He pushed his comp top down around his waist.  I once
again drank in the beauty of his body as he stood in line for his turn on
the horse.  I had to look away.  I was afraid I'd cream my jeans if I
watched Billy on the apparatus while he was shirtless!
       I guess I sat there for an hour just enjoying the show I was being
treated to.  I don't know how I managed to keep from drooling all over
myself!  The gymnasts staying at the same motel had realized I was a friend
of Billy's, so I guess I didn't want to embarrass him.  Finally, Todd came
over and told me I'd have to get off the floor and go up into the stands
with the audience that had now started trickling in.
       I looked around and realized most of the guys had started pulling up
their comp tops in preparation for the competition.  Billy came over to me
to retrieve his t- shirt.  He too had pulled up his top.
       "Good luck, Billy."
       "Thanks, Richard.  Remember what I told you in the car.  This meet
is for you!"
       As I went up to take a seat, a girl handed me a folded piece of
paper.  It turned out to be the program.  There were 34 guys competing.
They had been divided into three groups which would compete simultaneously.
Billy was in group 2, the smallest, and would start on the Pommel Horse.
He was the ninth in his group of ten, so the eight guys in front of him
would go first.  When they moved to the second rotation, the guy who had
gone first would move to the end, and Billy would be eighth.  Group one was
starting on the Floor Exercise and group three was starting on the Still
Rings.
       A couple of guys in Billy's group fell off the Horse as they did
their routines.  That's not at all unusual - the Pommel Horse is frequently
said to be the most difficult of the men's six events.  It's hard to start
on the Horse because it requires so much control and doesn't let you expend
all the tension energy you have at the beginning of a meet.  And it's
Billy's poorest event.
       Finally it was Billy's turn.  He saluted the judge, approached the
Horse, and mounted it.  He went immediately into his scissors and then his
flairs.  He started moving up and down the Horse, not touching the pommels.
That's extremely difficult because the gymnast has to keep his hips high
enough to clear the pommels while keeping his legs together and his toes
pointed.  Billy moved into his spindle and so far so good!  Everything was
going well!  Billy raised into a handstand and dropped back down to more
scissors work.  I held my breath as he came out of the handstand,
perilously close to crushing his balls against one pommel!  A few more
circles and then the dismount, which he stuck beautifully!
       This first night was the "compulsories."  These were routines
designed by the FIG, Federation Internationale Gymnastique, the
international governing body of the sport.  Each gymnast would do exactly
the same routine.  On Sunday afternoon they could do "optionals", unique
routines designed by each gymnast within certain guidelines and
requirements.
       Finally the judge flashed Billy's score - a 9.7!  That's great for a
compulsory routine and it was the highest given so far.  Billy grinned and
turned to find me in the stands.  He saw me and pointed to me.  I could see
him mouth the words, "For you!"  I gave him a thumbs up and smiled back.
       The last guy in the group, a local gymnast, started his routine, but
promptly fell off.  He got his body too far forward on a circle and just
couldn't pull it back in.  After an automatic deduction of .5 for the fall,
I knew he wouldn't score as well as Billy.  For Billy to lead his group
after his worst apparatus was certainly an auspicious beginning!
       Billy's group moved to their second rotation, the Still Rings.
While the Pommel Horse was Billy's worst apparatus, the rings were
arguably his best.  When he had been on the National Team the year before,
Billy had won a Gold Medal on the Rings in a prestigious European meet,
beating out some stiff competition!
       As the first seven guys did their routines, I noticed some major
form breaks.  There were some tricks not held long enough (a full two
seconds to get full credit) and there were some big steps as guys failed to
"stick" their landings.  I think the highest score was around a 9.5.  Of
course the really big names, Ringnald and Rothliesberger, weren't in
Billy's group and I hadn't been watching them.  I didn't know how the other
groups were doing.  And there were competitions going on at two other sites
simultaneously.  It would be the top forty guys from ALL THREE competitions
combined that would qualify for the US Championships and a shot at the
National Team.
       Billy was acknowledged by the judge and moved up to the Rings.
I winced as Todd put his hands on Billy's hips and lifted him up to the
Rings.  I hated to see Todd touch him.  Billy gripped the Rings and pulled
up to an "L" to start his routine.  Although packed with difficulty, the
compulsory routine Billy performed was not as difficult as the optional
routine Billy would perform the next day.
       Billy did his dislocates and then his Iron Cross.  I drank in the
beauty of the body I had possessed only a few hours before.  Billy did his
dismount and landed perfectly.  A 9.8!  Billy once more found me with his
eyes and signaled his "For you!" as he had done before.
       Billy's group moved to the Floor Exercise - Billy's favorite.
 He was now seventh in his group to compete.  After the first six guys had
gone, Billy stood at the corner of the 40' x 40' floor area.  I closed my
eyes and remembered the first time I had seen Billy on TV.  He had been
standing at the corner of the floor, just as he was now.  He had been
wearing his white National Team comp top then, not his favorite royal blue
he was wearing now.  Other than that though, he looked the same.
       What had I ever done to deserve the love of this wonderful man?  To
enjoy the thrill of physical contact between us?  To drown in his blue eyes
as I heard him say,"I love you"?
       Billy leapt, tumbled, twirled, and balanced his way through the
compulsory routine.  He was perfection!  As he left the floor he again
sought me out.  "For you," his mouth formed.  That same mouth that mere
hours before had hungrily taken my dick and drained my balls of every drop
of cum they contained.  Billy returned to the chairs.  He then surprised me
by pushing his comp top down to his waist, revealing his bare chest.  He
gently toweled himself dry.  As he did so, he sought me out once again.
"For you," was the message again.  He pulled his top back up and donned his
t-shirt again.  Fortunately, I don't think anyone seated near me noticed
the huge erection I had from glimpsing Billy's bare chest!
       Billy's group moved to the parallel bars.  Billy threw Diamadov's
that brought smiles to the judges' faces.  Then came the horizontal bar.
Billy's giants were perfect, as was his dismount.  After each apparatus,
Billy sent the same "For you," message.  Finally, Billy hit his vault and
stuck his last dismount of the day's competition.  The final scores of all
the gymnasts were tallied.  And the announcement.  Of all the guys
competing there at UMKC, Billy was third!  Only Ringnald and Rothliesberger
were ahead!  Of course, we didn't know how the other sites were going, and
we wouldn't until after the second round tomorrow.
       I had been sitting in the stands, watching as the crowd left and the
gymnasts gathered their stuff.  I was really enjoying this show more than
the competition.  Many of the guys were stripping down to their briefs
before pulling on sweats.  Then, there he was.  Billy came bounding up the
steps and plopped down in the seat next to me.  He was breathless, not from
exertion, but from excitement.  He looked at me and that gorgeous smile
shone toward me.  He draped an arm around me, threw his head back, and
laughed from sheer joy.
       "Richard!  I'm in third place after compulsories!" he exclaimed.
"Tomorrow I'll blow them away!"
       "Billy!  You're not going to blow anyone but me!"
       He laughed and hugged me.  All at once, while he still held me, a
serious expression came over his face.  He just looked at me for what
seemed an eternity.  Finally, almost inaudibly, "Richard, I love you."
       I thought he was going to kiss me, but he stopped, realizing we were
in a very public place. He drew back and smiled.  He finally released me,
letting his hands slide down my arms and drop to his own lap.  "For you,"
he whispered.  "My body, my love, my soul.  Just for you."


CHAPTER 8 The Meet - Part 3, Later Saturday Night

       Before I could respond to Billy's declaration of love, Todd joined
us.  How I loathed him!
       "Come on Billy, let's go", said Todd.
       "No.  I'm riding with Richard."
       "You need to get some rest before tomorrow."
       "I will, but I'm leaving with Richard."
       "Fine.  Do what you please.  You always do anyway," Todd said as he
stormed away.
       The encounter had completely destroyed the mood we had been in.
Billy picked up his gym bag and headed for the door.  I followed him.
       When we reached my Volvo, Billy asked if he could drive.  Of course
I let him.  I began to regret the decision though.  Billy was driving as if
he saw Todd standing before the car the whole time.  I decided to try to
recapture the mood we had been in at the arena.
       "Billy, I love you.  It seems strange that this is the first time
we've been together but it's like we've been in love for years."
       A shadow of that infectious smile began to show.  "Yeah, I feel the
same way."  He turned and the whole smile was there.  "Can I come to your
room when we get back?"
       "Of course!  What's on your mind?"
       The smile turned to a poor imitation of a lustful leer as he said
only one word, "You."
       As he paid attention to his driving, I cursed the bucket seats,
wanting to sit closer.  My left hand found its way to his neck as I began
to play with his hair.  After a minute or two of that, my right hand moved
to his inner thigh and then I began to give serious attention to rubbing
his swelling dick.  I slid my hand into his sweat pants, but he was still
wearing shorts, his comp top, and his briefs.
       "Richard, we're almost there.  As soon as we get to your room I want
you to undress me and do some more of this."
       We pulled into the parking lot and practically ran to my room.
Unlike the room Billy and Todd shared, I had a single room.  It had one
double bed instead of two and a well worn sofa against one wall.  We went
to the sofa and sat while embracing and kissing.  I moved my hand to
Billy's crotch and began to rub him the way he liked.  He broke our embrace
and spread his arms out along the top of the couch, leaning his head back.
       I knelt in front of him, between his legs, and started tugging his
sweats off.  Shoes and socks and shorts followed quickly.  His huge cock
was pressing against his comp top, straining to reach my mouth.
       I reached up, placing my hands against his chest.  The material of
the comp top felt silky beneath my palms.  I started massaging his dick
with my mouth.  The smell of the sweat soaked comp top and briefs was
really turning me on.
       I got off the floor and straddled him, placing a knee on either side
of him, resting my ass in his lap.  With his head back, his neck was well
exposed to my licking tongue and kissing lips.  I moved my kisses to his
upper chest, exposed by the comp top.
       I pulled first one strap and then the other of his comp top off.  He
moved only enough to help me get the top off his shoulders and to pull his
arms free.  He returned immediately to his spread eagle position.
       The tight fitting material of his comp top still clung to his body.
I slowly pulled it down to his waist, kissing his skin as it was revealed.
Once the top was at his waist, I started working my way back up toward his
neck.  I kissed and licked each of his huge abs.  I moved to the area
between his pecs.  While I was kissing his chest, I was rubbing and
pinching his nipples.  I sucked each of those stiff buds in turn before
moving back to his neck, and finally, his lips.
       After a few kisses, I got up and moved back to the floor.  I pulled
the comp top down around his legs, stroking them as I removed his clothing.
Now all he wore was the matching royal blue briefs.  He lifted his hips
expectantly and I obliged by sliding the briefs off as well.  Then I just
stopped and drank in once more the sheer beauty of his body.  No longer
able to look without tasting, I took his dick into my mouth.
       "Richard, I love the way you go down on me.  But tonight, I'm so
full of energy from the meet, I can't be passive.  Will you let me fuck
you?"
       "I told you before Billy, anything you want."  I stood before him.
Rather than quickly stripping, I did a strip tease.  He laughed and smiled
as I did a bump and grind.  After I was stripped, I got some Vaseline and
handed it to him.  He stood and we embraced and kissed, our genitals
pressed hard against each other.
       I knelt on the couch, facing the wall, my elbows resting on the
back, my ass positioned in front of Billy.  He pressed his monstrous member
against me.  He bent over me, kissing my back and shoulders.  His hands
caressed my sides then moved under my body to rub my chest.  I felt the
coolness of the jelly as he began to lubricate me.
       Billy started inserting one finger and then two into my tight,
virgin asshole.  My body shivered - first in pain, but also in
anticipation.
 
       "Are you ready?"
       Although I was somewhat apprehensive at the thought of that huge
cock inside me, I answered in a husky voice, "Fuck me Billy."
       Billy began to slowly and gently penetrate me.  Although he was very
easy, it felt as if he was trying to stick a baseball bat up my hole!  I
bit my lip and tried desperately not to let Billy know the pain I was
feeling.  As Billy inserted more and more of his dick, the pain increased
to an almost unbearable level.
       Finally I felt Billy's pubic hairs brushing against my ass and I
knew Billy was all the way in.  He remained still but again started kissing
me and stroking my chest and sides.  Eventually I relaxed some.
       Once I relaxed, the pain remarkably seemed to be replaced by
pleasure!  Billy started thrusting, humping me.  After a few thrusts, I
realized I was truly enjoying this new sensation.  Billy was inside me!  I
thought about the pleasure I was giving Billy and my own dick started to
twitch and swell.
       Billy was really getting into it now, his thrusting becoming faster
and more powerful.  His breathing was rapid but irregular.  I closed my
eyes and envisioned Billy's body as it must look while he fucked me.  The
muscles in his arms and chest tightened with the building tension.  Sweat
glistened as it slowly rolled over his stomach.  His leg muscles bulged as
he thrusted.  His tight ass pushed into mine.
       Billy gave a mighty thrust then stopped, deep inside me.  He bent
down with as much contact as possible.  He reached around and squeezed my
dick tightly as he came into my ass.  We stayed like that until Billy
softened and he drew his dick out of me.  I felt so empty!
       He turned me around and I was in the spread eagle position he had
been in.  He knelt before me and gave my aching dick the relief it needed
as he gave me a slow, luxurious blow job.  He swallowed all the hot cum I
pumped into his mouth.
       After a few minutes rest, he began to dress.  "I've got to go before
Todd comes looking for me."  With a last kiss, he lifted me to my bed and
quietly left my room.  I slept more soundly than I ever had before.

To Be Continued...