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Rain
By Simon Peter
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 bad 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. 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."
I opened my eyes and looked up at his face, trying to swallow his man meat deeper. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, and he was mumbling all kinds of stuff: suck me baby, eat my cock, take it deep, and so on. This made me even hungrier for him as I listened to him whispering those begging requests. One hand pressed on the back of my head, the other hand clutching at my hair desperately.
I tried to reach the base, but the shaft was too thick for me. I was only able to go halfway. I used my spit and my hand to grip the lower part of his cock and stroke it as I worked on the upper half and the head with my mouth and lips and tongue. I kept thinking: how come I hadn't noticed how sexy Billy was? Why hadn't I made a move on him earlier, wasting all this time, with such a hot cock hidden away from me? My lips pressed tighter as I became delirious with lust.
Billy pushed deeper, needing for his cock to enter into my throat, and I gagged. Although my gagging was quite loud, mixed with some coughing, Billy used both hands on the back of my head to push me deeper onto his dick, clutching at my hair. I tried to pull away but I couldn't. He wanted to go deep into my throat and he was uncharacteristically using force. I felt his thick cock head press on my throat, trying to penetrate. I felt tears flowing down my cheeks, the pressure on the back of my head increasing. I looked up at him, tried to say something, to tell him to stop forcing me, to remove his hands away, but to no avail. My mouth stretched, my throat constricted, my breathing got more difficult, my nose was filling with snot, and I knew that my eyes were pleading for him to ease up. Billy looked down at me and saw my discomfort. I expected him to pull out, but instead he pushed harder, his face telling me how badly he wanted to fuck my face.
Billy wanted me to deep throat him and he wasn't going to let me off easily. His thrusts into my throat became more and more urgent. He fucked my mouth with frenzy. I breathed with difficulty through my clogged nose so as not to suffocate and thankfully my gagging receded a bit. His dick was totally covered with my spit and snot as I tried harder and harder to swallow. In spite of my discomfort, I needed to please Billy, to respond to his urgent lust. In fact, no matter how uncomfortable I felt, I just didn't want to let go of the beautiful cock filling my mouth.
Finally, I felt my lips encircle the base of his shaft. Billy used his hands to fuck my face, releasing the pressure just enough for me to pull back to the head, and then re-applying the pressure, invading my throat. In and out. Thrusting. Fucking. I was spitting and coughing and sucking all at the same time. I reached for my own dick, now semi-erect, and stroked myself as I realized that Billy was not going to let me get off before he found release. My eyes were glued to his hair trail, and this made it easier for me to deep throat him, full with the sensation of lust for him. His thick pubic hair tickled my nose every time he thrust deep down my throat.
His thrusts became faster, more urgent.
"I'm going to cum, baby," he moaned. "I'm going to lose it. Oh, fuck. I'm shooting!"
His cock got thicker. With one last push, he buried his tool deep into my throat and started shooting, arching his back, pressing more of his huge cock into my throat. I tried to swallow the hot spurts of semen, now filling my mouth. As much as I ached for the pounding to end, I ached much more to swallow all of his man juice. I pressed my lips around the base of his dick to prevent any of the juice to seep out. His hands pressed my head closer, tighter, onto his crotch as he shot squirt after squirt into me. Swallowing his sperm, and as much as I reveled at the feeling of being able to draw out a guy's load by sucking his cock, I felt a bit embarrassed. He wasn't looking down at me as he ejaculated. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth wide open, and his breaths coming out fast, as he grunted with the intensity of his squirts. I swallowed, tasting the thick cum mixed with snot and spit, gurgling like a drowning man. Nevertheless, I was also embarrassed: on my knees, swallowing cum.
Finally, Billy slowly pulled out of my mouth, his dick still hard, glistening, beautiful. I plopped back on the sofa, inhaling sweet air, tasting the saltiness of his cum. Billy rubbed his now-slick cock head on my face, smearing spit and cum around my face cheeks, my eyes, and my lips. I licked his love tool whenever he rubbed it on my mouth. I was totally taken by surprise when he pushed his dick back inside my mouth. What the fuck? Billy had just shot a load and now he was going to face-fuck me again?
This time I was able to pull off his dick, now that his hands were not on the back of my head, forcing me to swallow the huge meat.
"No, Billy," I managed to say. He could see the hurt look on my face. "Let's just make love, ok? This is not about forced blow jobs. I'm not here for that although I would love to take that cock of yours any time. But this has to be mutual."
Billy sighed and sat next to me, his thick cock plastered upwards onto his hairy trail and belly reaching his navel. I reached and grabbed his erection gently, lovingly.
"Dan," Billy breathed, already showing some sweat on his forehead and chest-which I loved. "You are one hot guy. Baby, you want to make love? Let's make love."
With that, he turned me over onto my stomach and lay on top of me, his whole body pressing on my back, his cock caught between his pressing crotch and my firm butt cheeks, its head prodding against the small of my back. He rubbed himself up and down on me as he licked and sucked on the nape of my neck and my ears. I shivered all over in anticipation. The size of Billy's dick filled me with lustful desire mixed with apprehension at the pain that I was sure it would cause me.
As Billy worked his tongue all over my neck and ears, with his body pressing on me, I felt his hand squeeze inside my ass cheeks, rubbing the area between the back of my balls to my hole opening. His finger worked around my hole, starting to stretch me. I noticed some wetness and I figured that Billy must have applied spit on his fingers before starting to finger my ass.
My whole body was already on fire. I could feel the need to fuck in every fiber of Billy's body on top of me. And I did want to be fucked. I ached all over for Billy to enter my body and fill me with his manhood. The apprehension from the cock size getting ready to invade me receded a little bit as my body responded to Billy's licking and fingering.
I moaned loudly as soon as I felt Billy's finger push through into my hole muscle. He went slowly, avoiding the roughness he showed when I was sucking on his dick.
"I really want you, Dany," Bill whispered in my ear as he stretched my ass with his finger, round and round, making me ache for his cock.
"I want you too, baby," I responded in a muffled voice, buried onto the cushion under my face. I could feel his heart beats pounding into my back, his cock throbbing on my butt. I was impatient.
Instinctively, I raised my butt for him.
"Fuck me, Billy," I whispered with lust and fear. I wasn't much for pain, but with Billy, I decided that I would try my best to take it, knowing the rewards of having him inside me, fucking me, filling me.
Billy bit my ear, pressing his monster cock harder on me.
"Fuck you? No, baby. I'm not going to fuck you," he said with a touch of sarcasm in his voice. I started to turn my head around in surprise. I was offering him my body and he was saying no! But he quickly added, as he raised himself on his elbows, "Baby, I'm going to make love to you. I'm going to make you mine, body and soul."
My whole body suddenly transformed to a bundle of nerves. Every nerve was quivering with desire, screaming for the ultimate union of our bodies, for his man member to enter me, to make love to me, regardless of the pain I knew I was going to experience. I could feel the thickness of his cock sliding between my ass cheeks. My heart raced, my limbs shook. My breath quickened. My ass puckered. I was ready.
"Lube me up, Bill, please," I begged.
I felt him grab for the lube and I felt the grease spread between my butt cheeks and around my hole.
There were a few seconds when Billy's hands were not all over me, and I figured he must be rolling on a condom and applying lubricant on his cock. It felt like ages of his being away from me, even the few inches of space between our bodies not plastered on each other.
Billy placed both hands under my pelvis and raised my butt further up. Oh, my God, here it comes, my brain screamed. But my ass was more than ready. I felt the thick knob of his cock head start to press at my puckered hole and my stomach felt weak with anticipation and dread.
When Billy penetrated, I screamed. I couldn't help myself. I felt as if I was being split in half. He was so huge. Thankfully, Billy didn't just go ahead and start his fucking. He just kept the head inside my rim muscle and resumed his licking and nibbling on my back and shoulders and neck. Even so, the pain was excruciating, the invading knob throbbing and thick and stretching.
"Oh, baby," he moaned as his cock head throbbed just inside me. "You're so right for me. Dany, I love you."
As soon as he said "love" I opened up. He must have felt it because he thrust all the way in with one hard long push.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH," I screamed louder as the invading rod spread my insides, stretching me to unbelievable limits. I never thought that I could take such a big cock all the way up my tight ass. I was burning, my hole on fire. I was not a virgin, true, but this was beyond breaking virginity. This was torture. My first anal experience was painful, sure, but I had been able to control myself then, and the guy had not been half as thick as Billy's cock, I recalled.
Not now. I wiggled and tried to slide away from under Billy, but his body was pressed on mine and wouldn't give me any chance to do so.
Billy pressed on top of me, not moving, just grinding, buried deep. Slowly, I started to relax and the pain subsided gradually. My breathing settled and my moans and grunts faded.
"Oh, man, Billy, you're so big inside me, baby," I moaned into the cushion. "Fuck me. I'm ready."
And he did. Billy started slowly, moving all the way out till only the head knob was inside my rim muscle, then sliding all the way back into me until I could feel his pubes tickling my raised butt. This increased in tempo as my fuck tunnel engulfed him, with Billy still holding onto my hips. With every thrust in, he would pull me back onto him, making his cock go deeper inside me. His balls slapped against my butt as he pounded me. My knees went weak and I slid down onto my stomach. Billy let go of my hips and started to caress my sides with his hands, moving up to hold me by the hair, pulling my head back and sideways to find my lips.
We kissed hard, our tongues probing into our mouths as his cock pounded into me. With no warning, I exploded. Squirting on the sheets under me, I squeezed my hole around his cock shaft, milking him.
This brought him over the edge. I felt his thick cock get thicker, harder, if that was ever possible. His breathing came out in bursts as he squirted his juice into the condom. I squeezed harder on him, milking him for every drop of cum.
Billy flopped down on top of me. His breathing was slowing down, but his dick was still stretching my ass, flexing. I could feel his sweat on my back and his lips pressed to the side of my neck.
"Thank you, baby, for letting me make love to you," he whispered.
I shivered all over under his weight. "Man, Billy, thank you for fucking me," I surprised myself by responding. I immediately felt his dick respond inside my ass and he ground his crotch onto my butt.
Regretfully, Billy pulled out and moved off me. He lay beside me as I turned sideways to look at him, his beautiful hairy chest glistening with sweat, his cock still sheathed in the cum-filled condom, semi- erect, with gallons of cum entrapped inside the protection. I wished we went bareback. I wished as I held his cock, still throbbing, that he spilled his love juice inside me, that he filled me, that I could feel him still inside my body even after he pulled out. I wished I could drink his cum.
Slowly, I rolled off the condom, making sure that none of the cum spilled out. I bent and took his cock in my mouth, covered with semen. He trembled all over and moaned. Now, with him half erected, I could take the whole length into my mouth easily without being forced to. I pressed my lips around the base of the shaft and worked the head and the cock length with my tongue, tasting his saltiness. I was in heaven.
Billy erected inside my mouth. I felt the cock head push into my throat and I fought back the gagging, keeping my lips pursed around the base, my tongue flicking away on the rest of his manhood. I fondled his balls and ran my hand back to his crack, working his man hole. My tongue was doing wonders to his dick, I could tell by the sounds he was making and by the movement of his crotch against my face. I thought this was the most beautiful, the most erotic, blow job I had ever given anyone. Now it was me making love to his cock.
He played with my hair as I sucked on his dick.
"Dan," he moaned. "Dan, baby, I want to fuck you again."
I pulled off his cock and looked up at him to see if he was serious. He had just thrown a huge load of cum, but his cock was fully erected, wet, and ready. Was I ready also? I squeezed my hole and felt it sore. But I wanted Billy badly. I needed Billy badly. I could not have enough of him. I didn't want to be a sissy and let a little soreness stand in the way of having Billy go at me again.
Without saying anything, I pushed Billy onto his back and straddled his crotch. Fisting his hard cock with my hand, I lowered myself onto it, no condom.
"Wait, Dan, wait," Billy said as he tried to reach for another condom. His cock head was already at my hole, and I pressed down, ignoring him. I wanted to feel skin against skin, to feel his cock move in and out of my fuck tunnel without any barriers. I pushed down hard. Billy was trying to slide away to be able to wear the condom, but by then his cock head was inside me.
Using one hand, I pushed him back and with the other hand took away the unused condom and threw it away onto the floor, all the while pushing down on the hard cock, trying to take the pain in my sore ass. His cock was covered with his earlier cum and my own spit and it slid up into me as I sat all the way down until my balls rested in his thick curly pubes. He reached and grabbed my dick, which was fully erect as well. As I rode him, he stroked me, both gazing at each other's eyes, seeing the lust and desire so plainly evident in both of us.
"Oh, baby, baby, I love you. I love you, you hot fuck," Billy kept telling me as he worked my cock and my balls, thrusting up into me, meeting my rides on his rod. I smiled at him, trying my best not to show any grimace of pain or discomfort.
Without any warning, Billy flipped me over and rode me doggy. He pounded mercilessly into me, holding onto my hips. I rested my weight on my hands and knees but I felt them grow weaker and weaker with every strong man-thrust that Billy shoved inside me.
"I'm close, Dan," he was moaning. "I'm going to dump my load, baby." He sounded as if he was asking my permission to cum inside me.
"Fuck me, Billy. Fill me, man," I grunted under his pounding. "I want all your juice inside me. Shoot it, baby."
When he finally exploded, it was Billy's turn to scream. Ecstatic grunts and moans turned into screams as he squirted over and over into my bowels. I felt his heat spread in my body. With every squirt, I felt I was going to go unconscious. I wasn't minding my own cock satisfaction. I had lost my erection as soon as Billy flipped me over and pounded my ass. I didn't care. All my senses were concentrated on the hot load that was being dumped inside me.
"Oh, Billy, I'm so empty," I whimpered as we lay next to each other, his dick resting on his thigh, his lips kissing my neck.
"You didn't cum, Dan," he said, reaching for my limp dick.
"Baby, you cummed for both us," I laughed, enjoying his fondling but not erecting. I was exhausted. I could feel some sperm leaking out of my ass and I puckered my hole hard to keep all of Billy's juice inside me. I didn't want to let any of it get out. Sore as hell, stretched to the maximum, I felt full and gratified as I had never felt before, but at the same time empty, aching for Billy's cock to enter me.
We fucked over and over throughout the year. My sore ass would always welcome his huge manhood, in all positions. His loads, dumped inside me, made feel complete. Sometimes, when I got too sore to take him, he would dry fuck me in my crack, between my ass cheeks, his hands pressing the cheeks together, and his seed shooting onto the back of my balls and between my thighs. I loved him. Not once have I felt the urge to fuck him back. He was totally in control of me. He did suck me off a few times, but mostly I jerked off onto his hairy chest after he was spent. That was fine by me. I would bottom for Billy for the rest of time. All the time.
But all of that is gone now.
I feel the tears running down my face, hot, painful tears. Yes, Billy has left me. I have given him my whole. All of me. For him. But he's left me. I feel my ass hole pucker at the thought of the beautiful huge cock invading it, of the lean hairy body topping me, loving me, of the hot lips kissing me, of the hands caressing my skin as he pounded into me, of the grunts and moans of satisfaction as his love juice filled me, of my hands grabbing onto his firm butt cheeks as they rippled with every thrust.
More tears.
Oh, well, I think as I taste the saltiness of my own tears, all good things must come to an end. I heave with a sigh and more tears run down my face cheeks as I look through misty eyes out the window and watch the rain.