Date: Thu, 15 Apr 1999 16:45:11 PDT
From: pommels guy <pommelsguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Billy 9, 10

CHAPTER 9  The Meet - Part 4, Sunday Morning

       I slept the way Billy left me, naked and with his cum drying on my
ass.  Suddenly, I was startled awake by knocking on the door.  I rolled
over, conscious of a certain tenderness in my ass.  Light was coming in
around the drapes and I realized it was morning.
       "Richard!  Let me in!", I heard Billy call through the door.
       I got up and without bothering to grab even my briefs, I opened the
door for Billy.  I was surprised to see Billy's attire as he came into the
room and closed the door behind himself.  He was wearing a white dress
shirt, gray slacks, and a tie.
       Billy gave my nude body long, caressing looks.  He smiled and said,
"It looks like you're ready for love!"  Billy took me in his arms and gave
me a good morning kiss, holding me close.  I think I could have stayed that
way for the rest of my life.  I felt... well, protected I guess, as if
Billy's strong arms would always comfort me while his hard body shielded me
from any harm.  At that moment, although I was many years older than Billy,
I felt as if I were a child in this man's care.
       "Why are you dressed up?"
       "I told Todd you were taking me to church.  I knew he wouldn't want
to go along, so it was a good cover.  He's still sleeping."
       "Billy, do you and Todd ever, well, you know..."
       "Are you serious?  I told you I never let him touch me, even for a
massage when I really need one!  The only time he ever touches me is to
'spot' me with a new trick or lift me up to the rings.  Just thinking about
him touching me makes me ill!  Why Richard?  Surely you're not jealous, are
you?  There's no reason to be."
       "I guess not.  It's just that you are so good looking and have such
a beautiful body, and I'm neither good looking nor built well."
       Billy took me in his arms again, looked into my eyes, and said,
"Richard, you're the best looking guy I know.  And even if you're not built
like a gymnast, your body satisfies every need I have."
       My mouth was a little too busy to respond since Billy's tongue was
deep inside it right then!  While Billy kissed me, I started undoing his
tie.  He pulled his head back and I ran my palms over his shirt.  While
looking in his beautiful blue eyes, I unbuttoned his shirt.  I put my hands
inside his shirt and ran my palms over his abs and chest.  I slowly slid
his shirt off his shoulders and he pulled his arms out, leaving it hanging
over the waist of his pants.
       I couldn't resist his beautiful pecs and I began to rub them.  We
sat on the edge of my bed. I gave no resistance as he pulled my face toward
his chest, the way he had done yesterday morning.  I pressed my cheek
against his cool, firm flesh.  I turned my head and began to take long,
slow tastes of his magnificent chest.  While my right hand tickled his left
nipple, I used my left hand to pull his shirt away and toss it on the
floor.
       I gently pushed Billy down to the bed as my tongue broadened its
task to include Billy's abs, arms, sides, and neck.  I got up and knelt to
remove Billy's shoes and socks.  Then I stood above Billy and undid his
belt.
 As I unzipped his pants I caressed his hard cock and then reached lower to
rub his sack and balls.  He raised his hips and I slid his pants and briefs
off.  Now we were both naked, Billy with his feet on the floor but lying
back on the bed, and me standing between his spread legs, leaning over him.
       I went back to licking and kissing his upper body while my hands
massaged his pecs.  I dropped to my knees, with his hard dick rubbing
against my stomach while I continued to give all my attention to his upper
torso.  I made sure to move my stomach against his burning member.
       "Oh shit Richard!  I can't stand it anymore!  Please do my number!"
Billy groaned at me.
       As my kissing mouth moved closer to his pubic area, Billy writhed in
pleasure.  I teased his cock with my tongue tip before I began serious
licking.  Finally, I took him in my mouth and feasted on his man-meat.
       "Richard!  Fuck me!  I want you to fuck me!"
       Billy moved up toward the headboard as I knelt on the bed.  He
raised his legs and spread them wide, revealing his pinkish, virgin
asshole.
       I stroked Billy's dick quickly, because I knew he was ready to cum.
And cum he did, spewing up onto his stomach and chest.
       I got big gobs of his love cream on my hands and rubbed it on my own
throbbing dick.  Then I rubbed some around his hole.  I pushed my dick up
against his hole.  Billy took a deep breath and whispered, "Fuck me
Richard."
       Remembering my pain from the night before, I very slowly began to
insert my dick into Billy's tight ass.  A half inch, then wait.  Another
half inch then wait.  Billy was taking it well, he showed no sign of pain.
Finally, I was all the way in and I began to pump him slowly.  I bent over
and kissed Billy.  He was stroking his still hard cock while I fucked him.
His rhythm began to speed up and mine did too.
       "Faster Richard!  Harder!  FUCK ME!!"
       And fuck him I did.  Faster and faster I went.  I tried to penetrate
him as far as I could.  If I had figured out how, I would have just crawled
right up inside my lover.  After several minutes of hard fucking I knew I
was going to cum.  With a thrust that I was sure would rip Billy's ass
open, I came and then collapsed on top of him, my strength spent.  My
softening dick was still inside Billy as he continued to thrust his hips
up, causing his dick to rub against my stomach.
       I realized I had not finished giving Billy the blow job, and even
though he had spewed great amounts of cum, his monstrous dick was still
hard and ready.  I pulled out of Billy and moved down beside him, grabbing
his dick and rubbing it against my face.  My mouth took over and soon Billy
was again writhing in pleasure as I gave him some head action.  After Billy
shot his wad into my throat, we lay together on my bed.
       These minutes of lazy basking in the afterglow of sex are my most
precious memories of that weekend with Billy.  Whispered endearments that
lovers exchange were the sum of our talking.  An occasional kiss expressed
more love than passion.  Gentle caresses, lingering touches served to join
us spiritually as earlier we had joined physically.
       "Billy, I have to go home to Saint Louis tonight."
       "Yeah, I know.  I have to return to Albuquerque and the gym.  Two
weeks to the US Championships."
       "At the Championships can we share a room and stick Todd by
himself?"
       "I've already made the reservation!"
       Billy was lying on his back, his hands behind his head.  I reached
over and grasped his dick.  He closed his eyes and smiled.  I began sliding
my fingers up and down on his rapidly engorging member.  I moved closer and
started licking his chest and then his right lat.  He sighed in
contentment.
       "I don't know whether your mouth or your hand pleases me more.  Your
mouth I think."
       "Well, in that case, I'll stop talking and give you what you like
best!"
       I moved again and began to taste Billy's manhood once more.  I was
glad he enjoyed my blow jobs, because I enjoyed his taste in my mouth, his
odor in my nostrils, and the feel of his silky skin as I caressed him.  The
sheer beauty of his body and the sound of his breathing added to the
sensual ecstasy I was in.
       I thought I would try something new.  After making sure his dick was
well lubricated from my head action, I squatted above him.  I lined my hole
up with his dick and eased down onto it.  As I began to slide up and down
on his love pole, Billy began rocking his hips.  He placed his hands on my
hips to steady me while I massaged his chest.
       "Oh shit, Richard!  You do make me feel good!"  Billy started
gasping and seriously fucking me.  As he moaned and groaned, I savored the
feeling of having him deep inside me.  While I still preferred taking him
in my mouth, I knew he was enjoying fucking me, so that made me very happy.
       Billy's hip action was really picking up and with his strong hands
he was speeding me up as well.  Suddenly Billy went rigid and I could feel
him preparing to cum.  Then I felt hot spurts of his delicious juices in my
ass.  He moved me off him and pushed me flat.  Billy immediately started
going down on my throbbing tool.  It didn't take long before he was
drinking my cum.  We lay side by side, basking in the afterglow of sex and
the warmth of our shared love.
       Billy stretched and got up.  He stood beside the bed as I
reluctantly left the bed to stand with him.  Without speaking, he held my
hand and led me toward the shower.  We entered the shower together,
enjoying each other's presence without having sex.  As we soaped each
other, I was wondering how I would survive the two weeks until we would be
together again at the US Championships.
       After our shower, Billy and I dressed.  I stood with him at the
door.  There were no goodbyes spoken, just long kisses and tight hugs.
Billy walked out the door.


CHAPTER 10  The Meet - Part 5, Sunday Afternoon

       I left my room, checked out and headed the Volvo toward the gym.
Billy and Todd had left an hour or more earlier so Billy could warm up.  I
was melancholy but tense.  Sad the weekend was coming to an end and nervous
for Billy.  I hoped he would have a great day and was taking another step
toward Barcelona.
       I went into the gym, sat with other spectators in the stands.  Down
on the floor the guys were stretching and warming up.  On a mat near the
floor exercise mats, one gymnast lay on his stomach, bare except for his
shorts.  His coach knelt above him, massaging his back.  Near the pommel
horse another gymnast stood as his coach massaged his neck and shoulders.
Here and there guys would stand and chat, sweat glistening on their bare
torsos.
       At last I saw Billy.  He was waiting in line to mount the high bar.
He had his t-shirt on, loosely tucked into his shorts.  He stood with his
back to me, watching Lance Ringnald take his turn on the high bar.  Lance
did a couple of one-arm giants and then dismounted, not trying to stick his
landing.  As Billy mounted, Lance headed toward the still rings.
       Lance approached the rings, pulling his t-shirt off on his way.
 I was disappointed to see he had his comp top pulled up.  I glanced back
over to Billy who was moving over to the parallel bars.  I looked back
toward the rings and saw Lance pulling into an iron cross.  Evidently he
had pushed his comp top down before mounting because as I looked at him now
he was bare chested.  And what a beautiful sight!  With his arms spread
wide, supporting the weight of his entire body, each muscle from his waist
up was tensed.  An awesome sight indeed!  I glanced over to the floor and
saw a young high school guy from Pennsylvania, Kip Simons, rolling out of a
planche.  He had an awesome upper body, big flat pecs, well defined abs and
lats.  He was going to be a wonder to behold in a year or two.
       I looked around for Billy and found him at the pommel horse.  He was
just dismounting.  He walked toward where I was sitting, his eyes searching
the stands for me.  He found me and waved.  He slowly pulled his t-shirt
off, revealing his bare chest.  He knew how much I enjoyed seeing that
broad expanse of muscled beauty with his small, dark nipples erect and
hard.
 He smiled, letting me have a long look, then he pulled his comp top back
up and put his t-shirt back on.
       The gymnasts all left the floor, lining up for the parade into the
gym.  The guys marched in, lining up with their groups.  The Anthem played
and two minute touch warm ups began.  Billy and his group were starting on
the floor exercise.
       The floor was Billy's favorite event.  It wasn't always his best,
that was the still rings, but he loved the tumbling and balance moves that
allowed him to exhibit his strength and skill.  His turn came and he
performed perfectly, attaining the highest score for the rotation.
       Next Billy moved to the pommel horse.  Although his worst routine,
today it was as if Billy was perfection in motion.  Loops, flairs,
handstands, circles, and spindles all went well.  Then the rings, Billy's
best.  Iron cross, Maltese cross, inverted cross, awesome, unbelievable
strength displayed to an appreciative audience.  And then the vault.
       Billy ran down the runway, touched his hands with unbelievable power
to the leather of the sidehorse and pushed.  I watched as Billy turned and
twisted in the air, holding my breath in anticipation of his landing.
Billy landed perfectly.  Then a noise like a gunshot echoed through the
gym.  Pain distorted his face as Billy collapsed to the mat, clutching his
left leg in agony.  I realized the loud "crack" was Billy's leg breaking.
Then I realized I was screaming Billy's name.
       Todd and a medical technician raced to Billy's side as I ran down
toward the tunnel onto the floor.  Billy was screaming in pain.  At the
mouth of the tunnel a security guard blocked my path.  He wouldn't let me
pass.
       Endless minutes later, Billy was carried toward me on a stretcher.
Todd was beside him.  As they passed me, I looked into Billy's pain torn
face and realized I was crying.  Todd said, "They're taking him to County
General, come on!"
       Todd and I ran to my Volvo and followed the ambulance out onto the
street.  As I drove, trying to wipe tears away, I asked Todd what had
happened.
 He told me Billy had broken both bones in his lower, left leg, severing an
artery in the process.  I think my heart stopped and I shook with fear for
Billy.
       An interminable time later Todd and I were waiting for a doctor to
come out and tell us how Billy was.  Billy was sedated and resting.  The
artery was repaired and the broken bones had been set.  He wouldn't lose
the leg, or so the doctor opined.
       Todd headed for the exit.  I ran after him, caught his arm and
turned him toward me.
       "Where in the hell do you think you're going?"
       "I'm out of here."
       "Billy needs you!"
       "Billy's history.  He's through.  He's no use to me now."
       I looked at this piece of slime.  I didn't have a gun to shoot him,
I didn't have a knife to cut him, so I punched him.  Orderlies pulled me
off Todd and he ran out the door.  I never saw him again.
       The doctor asked me if I was related to Billy.  No, I wasn't.  Could
I call his family?  Yes, I could.  It was all a dream, a terrible
nightmare.  Billy's Mom was nearly hysterical, his Father a calm, steady
presence on the phone.  They would fly in tomorrow.  I called my office to
tell them I would be late coming back from my vacation.  I forgot, it was
Sunday, no one was there.
       "Doctor?  May I see Billy?"
       "He's heavily sedated.  Just sit quietly, OK?"
       I walked into the darkened room.  Billy was sleeping, his face no
longer distorted by pain.  They had cut his comp top off to get to his leg
more easily, I guessed.  It lay on a chair.  Billy lay on his back, his
left leg raised and hanging in some contraption above him.  A sheet covered
him from his toes to his navel.  He appeared to be naked underneath the
sheet.  His bare, uncovered chest was pale in the dim light.  I sat in a chair
beside his bed, holding his cut comp top in my hands as I gazed at his
face.
       I sat that way for hours, just watching Billy.  Occasionally he
would moan, feeling the pain even through his sedation.  The steady pulse
of the monitor reassured me.  The solution in the IV bottle slowly marked
time as it dripped into Billy's vein.  Every few minutes a nurse would come
in to check on Billy and see if I was OK.  At some point Billy shivered and
small goose bumps appeared on his arms and chest.  I gently pulled the
sheet higher and spread a blanket over him, not touching his leg.
       The meet director stopped by after it was over to see how Billy was.
Some of the gymnasts stopped by as well.  Their mood was subdued, knowing
it could have been any of them in that hospital bed.  The ones who had been
staying at the Motel Six knew Billy and I were friends and left the
hospital knowing I would stay with Billy.
       I guess I dozed, I certainly didn't sleep well through that long
afternoon, evening and night.  Billy was sweating and I pulled the blanket
off.  I wiped his brow with a wash cloth run through warm water.  I pulled
the sheet back from his chest and gently wiped him with the cloth.  Billy
opened his eyes.  I didn't think he was really conscious, but then he
smiled at me.  His lips parted and I knew he was saying my name, even
though he made no sound.
       I bent down, kissed him, and stroked his cheek.  "I'm here Billy.  I
love you Billy."  He smiled again, closing his eyes and drifted back to
sleep.  A sleep that appeared easier, but was still broken by an occasional
moan of pain.  I replaced the sheet and then I sat and watched Billyy as I
drifted in and out of sleep all that long night.

To be continued...