Date: Sun, 04 Apr 1999 13:13:23 PDT
From: pommels guy <pommelsguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Billy

CHAPTER 6  The Meet - Part 2, Saturday Afternoon

I couldn't stand being alone in my room again.  Thoughts of Billy and that
creep of a coach filled my mind.  I was so deeply in love with Billy, but
that son- of-a-bitch Todd wanted to sell Billy's body!
        I knew how difficult it had been for Billy.  How he had left
college to train full-time for the 1988 Olympics, only to lose that dream
when he broke his ankle.  How he had been forced to do some coaching for
little girls to pay for his own gym time.  How he had become a janitor at
night to pay the rent.
        Billy had been offered a job as a male "exotic" dancer, but
wouldn't do it.  He said he'd rather starve than parade before old, horny
women.  He said he almost replied to an ad in a muscle magazine looking for
models, but he had to send in a nude picture of himself, and didn't have
anyone to take it.  Even if he had, he had told me he didn't feel
comfortable with that.  This really seemed contradictory to his penchant
for tight clothes, but I never mentioned that to him, because I selfishly
didn't want him to pose nude for anyone but me!
        Now his roommate was getting married and moving out.  Billy'd had a
hard time buying enough food to meet his body's demands while he was in
training.  Things were tough.  But Todd's plan certainly was no solution!
I wondered if Todd had lied to me when he said he hadn't mentioned it to
Billy.  Billy had told me he and Todd had been arguing, but Billy had never
told me the subject of those "discussions".
        I got in my car and just drove.  I ended up at the campus of The
University of Missouri at Kansas City.  UMKC was hosting the competition.
There were three simultaneous qualifying meets going on today and tomorrow.
One at Temple and one at Stanford in addition to the one at UMKC. The meets
were in two parts, compulsories on Saturday night and optionals on Sunday
afternoon.
        The top 40 guys from the combined results of the three regionals
would move on to Salt Lake City for the "Nationals", the United States
Championships sponsored by the United States Gymnastics Federation, the
national governing body for gymnastics.  At Nationals the top 12 guys would
make up the National Team and would compete at various international meets
until the next year when the team would be selected and re-ranked anew.
        It was important to be on the Team and get that international
experience and recognition if your dream to compete in Barcelona for the
1992 Olympic Games was to come true.  That was Billy's dream.  My dream was
to be with Billy in Spain.  Since Billy's broken ankle had kept him from
the 1988 Games in Seoul, Barcelona would be his last chance at the
Olympics.  After all, in 1992 he would be 25 years old.  That's pretty old
for a male gymnast.  All those years of straining joints and muscles take
their toll.
        I finally drove back to the Motel 6.  As I pulled into the lot, I
noticed that Todd's old clunker was not there.  I guessed that he and Billy
were still over at the gym.
        I went to Billy's door and knocked.  Just as I had feared, there
was no reply.  I turned to go to my own room.  I had walked no more than
six feet when Billy stuck his head out the door and called me.  I turned to
find Billy clutching a towel around his waist.  He was otherwise unclothed.
        "Richard!  Come in before someone sees me!"
        I didn't need a second invitation!  I hurried in and he closed the
door.
        "I was just shaving," he told me.  "Todd's over at the gym at a
coaches' meeting.  I got a ride back with one of the other guys and I told
Todd you'd give me a ride back to the gym later."
        I was so stunned I could barely breathe, much less talk.  I was
finally alone with my dream man, and here he stood, clad only in a towel!
"What took you so long to answer the door?"
        He laughed nervously.  "I was naked and had to grab a towel."
        "How soon do you have to be at the gym?"
        "Not for several hours.  Todd wanted me to rest."
        "Should I leave?"
        "No!  We're finally alone, without Todd around.  I want you to help
me out."
        "Oh?  How's that?"
        "I stretched at the gym and did some real easy tricks, but I need
someone to rub some soreness out of my back.  Would you mind?"
        Would I mind?  Would I MIND?!  "Sure, I'll help.  I've never done
it before though, are you sure you want an amateur?  Who usually does it?"
        "My high school coach used to do it for me.  When I was competing
for Cal the team had a trainer.  Since I've been at Gold Cup, no one has
done it.  I won't let Todd touch me."
        "Well, if I can help, I'll do it.  You know I'd do anything for you
Billy."  (Just a little emphasis on the word "anything", but he didn't seem
to pick up on it!)
        Billy laid on his stomach on his bed, the thin towel still wrapped
loosely around his waist.  When we had first hugged, I compared the feel of
Billy's body with granite.  As I looked at him lying before me, I thought
he looked more like marble.  His breathing was the only thing ruining the
image of a statue, carved by some ancient Greek worshipper of Apollo or
admirer of Adonis.
        Billy lay with his head over a pillow, his hands near his chin and
his elbows pointing out.  He was slightly hunched, his stomach not quite
flat against the bed.  His legs were not quite touching; they were ever so
slightly spread apart.  His beautiful ass was fully covered by the white
towel, but it made a lovely mound.
        I quickly sat next to Billy.  I was even with his ass, our hips
touching through the cloth of the towel and my jeans.  I bent forward, my
hands spread on Billy's shoulders.  The touch of his skin on my hands set
my body afire.
        I slowly started massaging Billy.  My hands rubbed his neck.  I
kneaded his shoulders and back.  I glanced at my hands, expecting blood
after touching his well defined, "cut", muscles.  I rubbed Billy, gently,
slowly.  Occasionally Billy would sharply draw in a deep breath.  I
realized his breathing was becoming ragged.
        "Am I doing OK Billy?  Does it feel all right?"
        "You're doing... fine.  Are you sure you've never done this
before?"
        "I'm sure.  You're my first."
        I slid my hands down a little, moving to his middle and lower back.
I still used only light pressure and slow motions.  I moved slightly up and
out, curling my fingers around those awesome lats.
        "I can't believe how big your lats are!"
        "That's--That's from all the ring work."
        I reached further under his body, feeling his pecs.  I slid my
hands back toward his spine then back up to his neck.  His breathing was
becoming very, very ragged.  I moved my hands back down his back, enjoying
the feeling of his skin and muscles against my palms.  I slid my fingertips
under the edge of the towel.
        "Richard.  Would you... would you do my legs?"
        "Sure."
        I started at his ankles, rubbing his calves.  I moved slowly
upward, rubbing and kneading his hamstrings.  My fingers moved under him,
gently massaging the edges of those huge, bulging quads.  My hands slid
under the towel, going to the very edge of his cheeks.  As I touched his
cheeks, Billy gasped.  I quickly brought my hands back to his knees.
        "I'm sorry Billy.  I guess I went too far."
        "No, no... you didn't.  You just surprised me.  No one has ever
done that before.  Go ahead.  It felt good.  Move the towel though, it's
distracting me."
        I pulled aside the towel.  Now, I've got to admit, I've never been
an ass man.  I've always preferred squeezing pecs and licking dick.  I had
never even thought about fucking a guy in the ass - until Billy.  That day
- was it only YESTERDAY? - when I had glimpsed a sight of that perfect
posterior, I knew that would change.  I wanted to be inside Billy.
        I gazed at what I had uncovered.  Billy was in the gym too much to
get more than a slight tan.  Even so, his bare buttocks were whiter than
the rest of his body.  They were untouched by sun, or by human hand.  I
started to take a deep breath to calm myself, but I realized I had been
holding it!  I let it out in a long sigh as I reached forward and started
working on Billy's beautiful backside.
        I cupped, squeezed, kneaded, and rubbed.  I even did a little
pinching.  My dick strained against the cloth of my briefs and jeans,
wanting to feel what my hands were touching.  More than that.  It wanted to
push up against that hard, hard ass.  It wanted to push forward, to
penetrate and possess.  My own breathing was so loud in my ears, I could no
longer hear Billy's gasps.  I thought I heard low, quiet moans though.
        I pushed Billy's cheeks wide apart, revealing his pinkish hole.  I
was motionless, staring at that orifice.  I discovered I was leaning
closer.  My tongue had the same desire as my dick.  To enter Billy, fill
him, titillate him.
        "Hey what are you doing?  Why'd you stop massaging me?"
        I started, as if struck.  "I'm sorry.  I was... I was..."
        "Well whatever you were doing, get back to rubbing!"
        "OK.  OK!"
        I moved back to safer territory, his waist.  I moved up his back to
his shoulders and neck.  By now I was using more pressure.
        "Why don't you straddle me?  You can do better.  That's how my
coaches did it."
        "OK."
        I moved over him, resting my throbbing crotch against his bare ass.
Damn!  How I resented the feel of my clothing between me and the object of
my desire!
        "Ow!  Your belt and jeans hurt!  Take them off!  And aren't you
hot?  Get rid of that shirt, too."
        I don't think I ever stripped faster in my life!  Before you could
say Dimitri Bilozerchev loves Gregori Misutin, I was sitting back on Billy.
But this time the only thing keeping my hard dick from oozing pre-cum into
the crack of his ass was the thin cloth of my white cotton briefs!  As I
returned to rubbing his back, I knew he had to feel my aroused dick pushing
against him!
        As I massaged Billy's tight muscles, he moaned softly.  The feel of
his rock-hard body beneath my palms was indescribably wonderful.  Long,
smooth strokes with steady pressure.  The smooth skin passing beneath my
spread palms.  Occasionally a few kneading movements or some attention to
his powerful shoulders and neck broke the otherwise steady rhythm.
        "You know Richard, there's a great debate going on among the guys."
        "Oh? What are they debating?"
        "Some of them say sex before a meet really helps them relax and do
well.  Some of them say it takes too much energy and leaves them drained."
        "What do you say?"
        "I don't know.  I'm a virgin, so I can't say how it affects me."
        "A *virgin*!?"
        "Yeah.  I bet that sounds strange.  Please don't tell anyone.  I've
had plenty of chances, you know.  I've been propositioned by a lot of
girls.  When I was a senior in high school and went on a recruiting trip,
there was a girl in my hotel room!  Even one of the guys on my college team
got a little too friendly once.  He started coming on to me at his place
one day.  I don't like pushy guys!"
        "So why didn't you give one of those sweet young things what they
wanted?"
        "I know it sounds old-fashioned, but I think before I can *make*
love, I have to be *in* love.  Like I am with you."
        I drew in a sharp breath.  Had I heard him right?  He just said he
*LOVED* me?!
        "I think that's enough, Richard.  (OH SHIT!  DON"T MAKE ME STOP
NOW!, I silently screamed.)  For my back anyway.  Maybe now you could do my
chest?  It feels really tight."
        "Roll over.  Wait a minute.  I'll get the towel."
        "Oh, I don't need the towel.  I don't think it would stay on
anyway.  I'm embarrassed to tell you, but you made me feel so good, I've
got a little bit of an erection."  As he said that, his pure white neck
reddened in embarrassment.  My hands could feel the skin of his neck
warming as the blood rushed into his face.
        "Don't be embarrassed Billy.  I take that as a compliment.  I'm
glad I made you feel so good."
        "Well, you do make me feel good.  Not just from the massage
either."
        "Do you really love me Billy?"
        "More than I've ever loved anyone Richard."
        Billy slowly turned over on his back.  His chiseled chest and
awesome body lay spread before me.  Finally I saw what I had been trying to
glimpse.  A "little" erection?  Not my Billy!  His dick stood proud and
tall.  It was fully erect and at least 8 inches of the most beautiful meat
I had ever seen.
        Billy's body was almost hairless.  This was true of his balls too.
He had a small amount of dark blonde pubic hair, but otherwise there was
nothing to hide the incredible beauty of his manhood.  The circumcised head
was atop a thick shaft that curved slightly back toward his body.  His
balls were large and hanging low beneath that quivering pole.  Billy parted
his legs slightly, drawing my attention to his bulging quadriceps that
framed his scintillating sack.
        "Well?  Are you going to just stare at me, or are you going to work
on my chest?"
        "I'm sorry, Billy.  I didn't mean to stare, but you have the most
beautiful body I've ever seen!"
        "Well climb up here and start rubbing my beautiful body!  My chest
really needs that same wonderful touch you gave my back!"
        He didn't have to ask twice!  I straddled him.  My straining,
aching dick pressed against his crotch.  There were slight wet spots from
my pre-cum appearing on my briefs.  Billy just lay back and closed his
eyes.  His magnificent chest rose and fell with each deep breath.
        I began to give Billy a "pectoral lift".  That's a massage
technique I had picked up from a library book of all places!  You lay your
palms flat with fingers extended on his stomach.  Then, applying medium
pressure, you slide your hands slowly up his torso, keeping your thumbs
along the mid-line of his body.  When you reach the bottom edge of the
pecs, you increase the pressure, pushing them up toward the shoulders.
When your hands pass over the nipples and reach the shoulders, you trace
your thumbs very gently down the center of his torso, back to the stomach
and start again.
        Each stroke was accompanied by the sound of Billy's deep breathing.
I could feel him draw the air into his lungs.  I could feel his heart
beating rapidly.  He made small, quiet whimpering noises.  When my hands
reached his pecs and I increased pressure, Billy would arch his back and
raise slightly off the bed, responding to the feel of my hands on his
chest.  Every third or fourth stroke I let my hands glide up his neck, as
if to choke him, but with no pressure.  Just the lightest of contact. And
then just fingertips back down his neck, his chest, his stomach.  I'd pause
to tease his nipples with my fingertips every few strokes, drawing circles
around them.
        I adjusted my body slightly.  My dick and balls pressed hard
against his.  I felt heat rising in my body.  I trembled.  Shit!  I was
going to cum!
        "Billy!  I'm going to cum!"
        "Richard!  Get off me, right now!"
        I tumbled off Billy and lay beside him on my back.  I no longer
felt the need to cum.  I started to cry, sure that Billy would be angry.
"I'm sorry Billy.  Oh please forgive me!"
        "I'll never forgive you...if you cum in your briefs!  I want to
taste it!"
        "What?"
        "Richard, make love to me!  NOW!"
        Billy rolled on top of me.  His lips pressed against mine, hot,
hard.  The feel of his chest against mine burned me.  His dick and balls
pressed against mine.  His legs touched mine, sending fire through my body.
As his tongue explored my mouth, he reached down, pulling off my briefs.
My dick welcomed release, feeling direct touch with his for the first time.
        Billy ground his crotch against mine.  My hands stroked his back
while his hands explored my body.  I slid my hands down his body and
grasped his cheeks.  Those same cheeks that a few minutes before I had been
rubbing and kneading.  My finger found his hole and I began my own
exploration.
        Billy's breaths came in deep gulps as his mouth and tongue found my
neck.  I was loudly moaning in the sheer ecstasy of having Billy on top of
me.  My hands moved up to his back, pulling him more tightly against me.
My chest pushed up against his.  I realized I would have bruises from his
hard, hard body pressing against mine, relentlessly, mercilessly.
        My hands moved down to Billy's hips.  His pelvis started gaining a
rhythm - thrusting, retreating, thrusting again.  Billy's moans became
grunts.  How could his lungs hold the vast amounts of air he drug into
them?  He lifted his head away from my neck, a strange grimace on his face.
        All at once his thrusts stopped.  He pressed his body hard against
mine and he shuddered in unrestrained orgasm.  I felt the warm, sticky
streams of cum on my chest and stomach.  Billy collapsed on top of me.
        "Don't stop Billy!  Hump me some more!"
        He smiled, then laughed out loud, resuming his thrusts against me.
His dick was still hard.  I closed my eyes and remembered my first sight of
his beautiful member, only moments earlier.  My fingers sought his hole
once again.  As I traced the edges of his hole, Billy shuddered and moaned.
I inserted the tip of one finger into his hot orifice.  I raised my pelvis
off the bed, pushing against him.  Huge spurts of my cum shot onto his
stomach.
        I pushed Billy off me and over onto his back.  Hungrily my mouth
sought his dick.  I licked the head and the long shaft.  The taste of our
cum mingled together was the reward for my quest.  I pressed my lips
against his long, thick shaft.  Up and down, from head to pubes I worked.
I gently squeezed his balls, rolling them between my fingers.  My hands
moved to his inner thighs, stroking, caressing.
        I took his head in my mouth and popped it out.  Over and over.
Billy writhed beneath me.  His hands moved to the back of my head, pushing
me further down.  His hips raised, thrusting his hot, throbbing pole deeper
into my mouth.  He was so large I almost gagged, but I finally managed to
start a rhythm that let me take all of him.
        "Oh Richard!  Take me!  Eat me!  Suck me!"
        I was amazed he could talk at all!  I did as he commanded, sucking
with all my strength.  I was rewarded this time by gobs of hot, salty cum
exploding into my eager mouth.  He had just cum minutes ago!  How was it
possible for him to spew such huge amounts into my mouth?  I swallowed, but
try as I might I couldn't keep that precious juice from leaking past my
lips.
        Billy sat up and pushed me over on my back.  Slowly, lovingly his
hands and tongue resumed their exploration of my body.  He kissed my
nipples, stroking my chest and stomach lightly with his hands.  His lips
brushed softly against my pecs, moving to my stomach.  His wet kisses
played over my body, sending ripples of pleasure through me.
        Billy moved lower, his hot mouth scorching my sack and thighs.  His
tongue took long, luxurious tastes of our mingled cum.  My hands ran
through his hair, down his neck.  By gentle pressure I encouraged him to
eat his fill.  He used the very tip of his tongue to excite my pulsing
dick.  Delicately, hesitantly he licked my shaft and then my head.  His
hand massaged my aching balls.  He began to apply more and more pressure,
squeezing, squeezing.
        Finally, as I felt ready to pass out from the intense pleasure,
Billy took me into his mouth.  In, out.  Up, down.  Sucking, ever sucking.
I was lost in a womb of love.  Nothing existed except my dick, entrapped by
Billy's hot, wet, soft mouth.  Sucking, ever sucking.  In, out.  Up, down.
The rhythm of waves lapping the sandy shore.  Up, down.  In, out.  Sucking,
ever sucking.
        The tempest of a hurricane exploded!  My balls, drained of every
drop of cum, leapt with the joy of release.  My dick strained against the
roof of Billy's mouth, searching for the tight confines of his throat.  Cum
flew down that welcoming shaft toward his stomach.  My whole body convulsed
with the passion of my pleasure.
        Billy lay on his side, facing me.  His lips had traces of my cum on
them.  His eyes drank in my body.  One hand propped up his head while the
other traced circles on my chest and stomach.  The gentle touch of his
fingertips again sent fire through my body.  Even so, my dick lay limp and
flaccid, with no more to give.  My hot, young stud had drained my body of
all its strength.
        Amazingly, Billy's dick was still hard.  Still tempting!  My body
was drained, but my thirst for Billy wasn't yet quenched.  Billy just gazed
at me and stroked me.
        "Come on old man!" he laughed.  You can't quit now!"
        Rather than answer, I rolled over onto my stomach.  Billy
recognized the invitation for what it was.  I felt him lay on top of me.
He blew his hot breath against my neck.  His hard chest was flat against my
back, touching his sweating torso to me.  His dick lay against my ass,
hard, throbbing, still wet from cum.
        The pressure against my ass lessened as Billy pulled slightly back.
Then it increased as he pressed against me.  Again he pulled back, again
pressed forward.  Humping, hunching.  His dick rubbed back and forth
against my crack, but never penetrated my hole.  Billy kept on.  Up, down.
Back and forth.  Steady, steady, steady.  Push.  Push. Push.  Pressure,
release.  Again.  Again.  Again!  Until Billy's sweet cum spilled across my
ass.  Dripping, running.  Hot.  Sticky.  Delicious.
        Billy lay atop me still.  He kissed my neck and caressed my sides.
He just lay there.  I could feel his heart pumping, its beat slowing.  His
breathing became more easy, more relaxed.  He gently kissed my neck again
and rolled off me.
        I awoke later at the sound of Billy in the shower.  I left the bed
and walked toward the bathroom.  Dried cum on my body and on the sheets
assured me I hadn't been dreaming.  I really had made love with Billy.  He
really had shared his beautiful body with me.  He really had whispered that
he loved me as I drifted off to sleep.
        I stood in the bathroom door.  I watched in reality what I had
imagined months before.  That recollection of the first time I called Billy
and his roommate told me he was showering came back to me.  I watched now
as Billy turned his head up and let the water pulse against his chest.
Reality was better than the fantasy had been.
        I stepped into the shower with Billy.  He just smiled, saying
nothing.  I took the bar of soap from his hand.  I started lathering his
chest and stomach as he faced me.  His arms were next, caressing,
lathering.  I reached around and started rubbing his back as our chests
pressed tightly together. He thrust his hips toward me and our dicks
touched.  They hardened and strained together.
        I dropped to my knees and worshipped his mighty tool.  Soap lather
ran down his thighs, across my cheeks pressed against him.  I cupped his
ass cheeks in my hands and buried my face deep in his crotch.  The warm
shower water rained down.  He braced himself with his hands against the
sides of the shower stall as I took him in my mouth once again.  My hunger
for him drove me on.
        "Yes Richard!  Faster!  Deeper!" he called.
        I did as he ordered.  Faster and faster I bobbed on his succulent
meat.  More and more of his thick dick went into my mouth.  In and out - in
and out!  Faster!  Faster!  Faster!
        "Richard!  Oh, Richard!" my name shot from his lips as his cum shot
into my mouth.  I slowed my sucking but didn't stop.  I wanted every drop
from his balls.  Drink, drink.  Swallow, but keep sucking, sucking,
sucking.
        At last he had no more to give.  He stood gasping for breath, his
marble chest heaving.  His legs seemed weak and I was afraid he'd fall, but
he didn't.  He lowered to his knees and began to kiss me.  His tongue
probed, teased.  We kissed as the shower pulsed, rinsing the traces of our
lovemaking down the drain with the soap suds.
        Billy stood, pulling me up.  He picked me up in his arms and
carried me back to the bed.  Even after experiencing the strength of his
body all afternoon, it still surprised me.  Billy is four inches shorter
than I and I outweigh him by a good thirty pounds, but I was as a feather
to him.
        He lay me on the bed and turned away.  He came back with a towel
and began to gently dry me off.  I stood up and took the towel from him,
and returned the favor.  His dick stirred restlessly and began to lengthen
again.
        "Damn, Billy!  Won't you ever be satisfied?"
        "We'll have to find out later.  Right now I have to get ready for
the gym.  I think if I can ever be satisfied, only you can do it!"
        Billy pulled on his navy briefs, covering the object of my desire
from sight once more.  He pulled on the royal blue competition top he had
chosen to wear for the meet, stretching it up across his pecs and pulling
the straps over his shoulders.  Then his shorts covered his upper legs and
a big, loose t-shirt swallowed his upper body.  He added a pair of sweat
pants and a light jacket to complete his attire.
        I realized I was still naked and hurriedly pulled my clothes back
on.  And then we were off to the most important meet of Billy's life, and
mine.  Would dreams come closer to reality?  Or not?  Would Billy start his
trip to Barcelona, or oblivion?

To be continued...