Hey everyone, this is Leprechaun--the author of 'Bad Boy B-Rok' and 'Loving Luca'. I liked this story so much, that I begged the author to let me submit it for him, since he hadn't yet. I hope all of you enjoy it as much as I did! I really don't know what to say, except that I think Richard did REALLY good for a first story! I didn't know who the heck Billy Scott was before I read this story, but I definitely had a very keen mental picture of him after I was finished with this story. I am submitting parts 1-5 right now, and if ya'll respond well, Richard will submit the rest, so make sure to shout out if you like this story! Anyway, if it's illegal to read or access this story in your state, county, city, province, whatever, DON'T. If you are under 18, please don't read this story, either. If you are a homphobe and hate homosexuals, read on and retch, that would make my day! Thanks for checking this story out in advance, and if you would like to tell Richard that you liked the story, you can e-mail him at pommelsguy@hotmail.com! Hope you enjoy!!!
Leprechaun
BILLY
By Richard Grayson
Have you ever looked at a gymnast? I mean really looked at one? These guys have bodies that pound for pound, inch for inch, are the best around.
CHAPTER 1 The Beginning
I really learned I was "gay" (a word which meant something else entirely back then) when I was in high school. It's funny, when I was a kid, maybe 12 or 13, and started noticing the differences between boys and girls, I liked the girls.
As a youngster, there was a girl a couple of houses up the street who I "played doctor" with. On occasion a buddy of mine would join us. I was always much more interested in her than him. My first wet dream was about a girl. My first jack-off fantasies were about girls.
I don't know when all this changed, when I started preferring guys. By high school there was no question in my mind. I wanted to HAVE other guys! I loved to look at their bodies, to smell their sweet, tangy maleness, to feel their muscles pressed against me. Unfortunately, I'm not so good looking and my body is a poor excuse for anything. I was "skinny", "four eyes", always desiring but never desirable.
My first time with a guy was the summer after my freshman year in college. Mom and Dad were away for the weekend and a friend spent the night. He was still in high school. I fixed some screwdrivers from Dad's bar. My buddy got so drunk he passed out cold. He had been wearing only jeans and briefs because it was summer and the house was hot. Almost as hot as I was.
I managed to get him to my bed and pulled his jeans off. I was afraid to do anything that would cost me his friendship, so I went into another bedroom. Try as I might, I couldn't sleep. I lay there thinking of my 16 year old friend lying in the other room, clad only in his briefs.
Well it was more than I could stand. I crept back into my room where he lay sleeping on his back. I told myself I only wanted to look at his young body once more. I slowly pulled the sheet down, exposing his bare chest and arms. I pulled it further until his white briefs were uncovered, then his strong legs, and finally dropped the sheet on the floor.
I gazed with intense longing at his chest and then the outline of his dick beneath his briefs. It was more than I could stand! I knelt beside the bed and lightly ran my hand over his chest and stomach. He didn't move at all so I found courage to do more. I ran my hands over his inner thighs and then rubbed his balls through his briefs.
I kissed his nipples and slowly licked his neck, all the while rubbing his balls. Finally, I realized he was reacting! I saw his dick moving beneath his briefs, lengthening, hardening. I slid my hand down his stomach and into his briefs. For the first time I felt a dick other than my own. What an incredible feeling!
Gently I pushed his briefs down to release his dick and let me see his balls. I continued to massage his balls and dick. Finally, I started licking the head of his dick, tracing his piss hole with the tip of my tongue. I glanced at his face. His eyes were still closed and he seemed to still be asleep. I took his dick in my mouth. Oh, the sweet, sweet taste of that first dick! I sucked and sucked. He was stiff and hard as a rock. He wasn't as long or thick as I had been expecting, certainly not as big as I was.
After a few minutes of rubbing, licking, and sucking his delicious rod, I could taste his pre-cum starting to ooze from his hole. I stopped sucking and stood up. I was afraid if he came he would wake up and know what I had done to him. I gently pulled up his briefs, covered him with the sheet, and went back to the other bedroom, where I promptly shot my wad into my own briefs!
Not much for a first time, huh? Well, there weren't many others after that and they all involved lots of alcohol. I managed to get this same guy drunk three more times. But I never had a guy who wanted me too. Not while he was sober anyway. Not until Billy. He's the gymnast I was talking about at the beginning.
CHAPTER 2 The Challenge
Sometime when I was in college, Sports Illustrated did a story on Kurt Thomas. Kurt was just making a name for himself as an international level gymnast. I saw that picture of him in his tight, tight leotard (it was years before I learned that's NOT what the guys call it) with those bulging muscles, and I fell in lust! Wow! What an awesome body!
From that moment I became a men's gymnastics fan. At every opportunity I watched competitions on TV. I lusted over Kurt, Bart Conner, Mitch Gaylord, Lance Ringnald, and many, many other guys who filled out those tights so well. They filled my dreams and fantasies as well and they became the objects of my desire. I probably spilled gallons of cum while thinking of them.
In 1989 I first saw Billy. It was on ESPN, a "head-to-head" competition. That was a unique event, where the guys would go at it one-on-one, like the NCAA Basketball Tournament. Each guy was paired against another athlete. The man with the highest total score after all 6 apparatus would move to the next round until there was only one competitor left. ESPN would air one pair of men and one pair of girls each Friday night.
By now, I was taping every gymnastics event on TV. That particular Friday I was out so I didn't see Billy's round until the next day. When I saw him step up to do his floor exercise, clad in shorts and what I had learned over the years was referred to as a competition top, I nearly creamed my jeans.
Billy was on the National Team so he was entitled to wear the team uniform. Back then that was plain white shorts and a plain white top with the US flag in the center of the chest. I quickly hit the pause button and just stared at the screen. Billy was standing at the corner of the mat preparing to start his routine. He had his legs together and his arms hung loosely at his sides. His top was so tight I could see every muscle. He had the classic "washboard stomach", with the lines of his abs clearly visible. His pecs pushed against the fabric so tightly it seemed they were uncovered. His nipples stuck out, erect and hard. His lats were so sharp I couldn't believe the cloth was uncut from them.
I pushed the button on my remote again, letting the tape run and letting Billy do his routine. I marveled at the strength in his legs as he leaped and tumbled. His quadriceps were perfectly formed and the material of his shorts was pulled tightly across them. But, even watching the awesome strength he displayed during his routine, I was impressed more by the sheer grace of his movements. He did a side scale before his last tumbling pass. The camera man must have read my mind because he gave me a close up at that very moment. I paused the VCR again, enraptured by the sight of the huge bulge of Billy's crotch.
As he walked away from the floor after his routine, I could see that every muscle in his back, shoulders, and neck were beautifully formed. His blond hair came down to where his collar would have been if he were wearing a regular shirt. His ass was ... perfect. (How do I describe such a beautiful sight? Words fail me!)
The camera zoomed in on Billy again as he sat waiting for his score to be flashed. (Don't you just love gymnastics lingo with all those double meanings? Words like score, and flash?) Billy was breathing deeply after his routine. His powerful chest rose and fell with each breath. I think it was the close-up of his face when I gazed into those blue, blue eyes when I lost it. That's when I came in my pants. And that's when I fell in love!
Billy's next routine was on the pommel horse. Before his routine, the camera zoomed in on his upper body. (I concluded that the camera man was just as deeply in lust with Billy as I was!) As Billy chalked his hands, his biceps and triceps flexed and his chest rippled. Even though I had just cum into my pants and had stopped for a cold shower, I could feel my dick stiffening again. Then they put a banner across the screen. "Bill Scott - Gold Cup Gym 5'4", 125 lbs." Gold Cup? Was that really the name of a gym? Or were they just trying to make me cum again? 5'4"? 5'4"! Get real! No way could that much man be squeezed into such a small package!
For pommel horse Billy had pulled on his "whites", cotton pants the guys wear over their competition tops for everything except floor exercise and vault. I was sad that Billy's incredible legs were covered, but his perfect ass was still as beautiful as ever. I wanted to reach through the screen, cup his cheeks in my hands, and bury my face between his legs. When he mounted the horse and that great camera man gave me a close up of Billy's crotch as he performed his scissors, I came again! This time I just stripped and got a box of tissues! After all, there were 4 more routines to watch!
The still rings were next. Billy did an Iron Cross revealing a HUGE bulge between his legs. His dick was perfectly outlined, pulled tight against his body, the underside facing out. I could even tell he had been circumcised. I came again. Then the vault. The shorts were back and those awesome quads. I came again. Then the parallel bars. I saw Billy chalking that pole, his large, strong hands gently rubbing it. I came again. And, finally, the high bar. Billy's body was fully extended as he did his giants. He dismounted, a double fly away with a full twist. He landed perfectly, facing the camera. He thrust his arms to the rafters with his hands spread. He thrust his hips slightly forward. A look of triumph spread across his face. I came twice! I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone. Little did I know that my dream would come true.
CHAPTER 3 The Chase
My life became difficult. I couldn't get Billy off my mind. Everyday after another boring day at my boring job, I hurried home to watch Billy on my VCR. Every day Billy tumbled and cavorted at my direction - but only on the VCR. I used the pause button and slow motion function so often I was afraid the remote would wear out. I went through so many boxes of tissues I decided I should buy stock in the company.
Something had to change. Billy was controlling my life, and he didn't even know I existed. Billy was with me at the office, making a difficult job even more difficult. He was with me in bed, making sleep impossible. He was with me at the pub, making every man there pale in comparison. How could there be anyone else in my life when all that space was taken up by Billy?
At last I decided to call Billy. After all, I knew he lived in Albuquerque. What would I say to him? Well, I'd worry about that later! Damn! He had an unlisted number! It took me days to summon the courage, then I called Gold Cup Gym.
"Gold Cup Gymnastics, may I help you?"
"May I speak to Bill Scott, please?"
"He's on the floor. May I take a message?"
"Please have him call Richard Grayson at (314)555- 3927."
"May I tell him what it's in reference to?"
"It's personal." (Boy oh boy is it ever personal!)
"I'll give him the message."
Days passed, and despite my continued infatuation with Billy, I managed to get my life somewhat back to normal. I went out with friends again, read books again, slept again, and concentrated on my work.
About two weeks after I had called Billy's gym, I had almost forgotten about my failed attempt to talk to Billy. I went into the office and picked up a stack of pink telephone message slips and started to work my way to the bottom of the pile. About 5 messages down, there it was! Mr. Bill Scott called. (505)555-3459.
My heart beat faster. My breathing became difficult. My body felt as if it were on fire. I closed my eyes and pictured Billy in my mind. Those spectacular pecs, those washboard abs. Bulging biceps. An indescribable ass. I felt a burning deep in my gut. My dick stirred, hardening. My balls ached with desire.
As I started to dial, I realized the number was not the gym. He had given me what I presumed to be his unlisted home phone number! The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. And then a voice, "Hello?"
"Bill Scott, please?"
"He's in the shower, may I take a message?"
"No, thanks. I'll call later."
Oh! So close! Then it hit me..."In the shower." My imagination went into overdrive. Billy facing the shower head, his face turned up into the water. Those large hands caressing his own chest as he soaps himself. He moves his hands down to his stomach, and then further to his dick and balls. Soap lather runs down his thighs, drips off his bulging quads. He continues to massage his balls and dick. His thick, long dick starts to react to the attention. It begins to engorge itself, to stand away from those perfectly shaped balls. Billy very, very slowly starts to stroke himself, rubbing his own pole with the same strokes as he had used chalking the parallel bar pole on my tape. Back and forth, back and forth. Slowly, gently. First one hand, then the other.
Wait! Damn! Another guy had answered the phone! Who was he? A friend? A roommate? A teammate? A... lover? All thoughts of Billy's solitary shower were suddenly replaced by nightmarish visions of SOME OTHER GUY with MY Billy! How dare he spurn my love?! I had to talk to him, see him, taste him, HAVE him!
As patiently as I could, I waited. Two minutes. Three minutes. Five minutes. Finally, after hours, (my clock lied by saying only 30 minutes had passed) I redialed.
"Hello?" (Same voice! Damn!)
"Bill?"
"Billy's taking a nap. Can I take a message?"
"When's a good time to call?"
"We're going to the gym when he wakes up. Try tonight."
"Thanks."
My heart sank. Shower, then bed, then workout? Doesn't sound like a normal progression, unless you're doing it together! And what's this "we're" going to the gym? Teammate? Lover? Both? Who was this other guy with my Billy?
Well, if I had thought those 30 minutes between calls were long, they were nothing compared to the hours before I could call again. Finally, the time arrived.
"Hello?" (A different voice! A wonderful, caressing, tenor voice!)
"May I speak to Bill Scott please?"
"This is Billy."
"Billy, my name is Richard Grayson. We've never met, but I saw you on TV a couple of weeks ago. I'm a big gymnastics fan, and I just wanted to tell you I enjoyed watching you."
"Thanks! That meet was taped several months ago. They're just now getting around to showing it. I didn't do too well, I'm afraid."
"I thought you looked great! Your floor and horse were really good."
"I fell off the horse!"
"Yeah but you looked great before the fall. And you got back on and finished real well. I thought the judges were really rough on you."
"Well, thanks! Did you like my high bar?"
"Oh yeah! That dismount was a thing of beauty!"
"It's really nice of you to call. Sometimes when I'm in the gym or at a competition, I feel like nobody cares how I do."
"Well, I care. You're very talented and I really love watching you. Can I call some to see how things are going?"
"Sure! I'd really like that!"
"Is this time of day too late? I don't want to disturb your roommate."
"Don't worry about him. He's usually over at his girlfriend's. He's here so seldom, I usually think I live alone."
"No girlfriends to go see?"
"Nope. Just me and the gym. I've got to hit the sack. I'm in training you know. Thanks for calling."
Sometime during that phone call I had died and been transported straight to paradise. Valhalla, the home of warriors. Men with blond hair, blue eyes, and beautiful bodies. And the most beautiful body of all belonged to Billy.
CHAPTER 4 The Meet - Part 1, Friday
Billy and I talked once or twice a week for six months. I learned much about him. His birthday, his favorite music, his family background. How he got from his home state of California to New Mexico. And he asked all those things about me. I was 35 years old. He was 22. He didn't care about the difference in our ages, or seem to think it strange that I had called him. He talked about his college classes, his workouts, and his family. He told me about his ankle injury that kept him from competing in the 1988 Olympic Trials and cost him his spot on the National Team. He told me about his roommate getting engaged. He told me about his troubles with his coach and his finances. I couldn't learn enough about Billy. It was as if we had known each other for years.
About eight months after I had first called Billy, he gave me great news. He was going to be in Kansas City for a competition! Kansas City! Right in my own state! He was trying to get back on the National Team and the Regional Qualifier was in Kansas City. I got the dates and where he'd be staying. Since he was training at a private gym and had no NCAA connections, he had to pay his own way. Travelling as cheaply as possible, he and his coach would be driving and rooming together.
I called and reserved a room at the same Motel 6 where Billy told me he was staying. The days passed slowly, until finally on a Friday morning, I hopped in my car and headed for Kansas City. I pulled in the Motel 6, used the house phone to get Billy's room number, and headed for his door. I knocked.
The door opened and there Billy stood, all 5'4", 125 lbs. of the most splendid man I had ever seen. He had on the tightest pair of faded jeans that ever graced a man's body. They were so tight I could easily make out the outline of his cock. Above the beltless jeans, Billy wore a plain white, long-sleeve T-shirt. I already knew that Billy liked to wear his shirts as tight as possible to show off his magnificent chest. And show it off he did! I could see each perfect pec, each ab and lat. And each stiff nipple pressing against the fabric with intense pressure.
Somewhat hesitantly, Billy said, "Richard?" And then it dawned on me, he had never seen me! Although I had seen him on TV and watched the video hundreds or thousands of times, he had never seen me!
"Yes, Billy. It's me." A smile that brightened the world lit up Billy's face. He opened his arms and gave me a bear hug. I felt the hardness of his body for the first time. I thought he would crush me. I was so startled by his hug, I almost forgot to hug back! When I did, I was amazed at the feel of his arms and back. I didn't know a human body could feel so much like granite! We parted and I entered the room. Billy introduced me to his coach, Todd Something-or-other. I was so overwhelmed by Billy's presence, nothing else was registering on my senses. The faint odor of Billy's English Leather soap still filled my nose. The sound of my name on his lips filled my ears. The remembrance of his chest pressed against mine made me dizzy. My body burned from his touch.
Since Billy was on such a tight budget, I had told him on the phone that all meals for the weekend were my treat. (I hadn't intended to include Todd, but I didn't see anyway around it.) Billy and Todd grabbed their jackets and we were off to the restaurant. Billy was competing the next day so he ordered huge plates of pasta and chased it with orange juice. Although Todd was with us, it seemed to me that Todd and the restaurant, and the whole world for that matter, just went away. Billy and I chatted and gazed at each other forever. His eyes were a different color in person - the blue of ice reflecting sunshine on a cold, winter day.
After dinner, I asked Billy what they had planned. Billy said since he was competing the next day, he needed to go back to the motel and take it easy. I pulled my car into the parking lot at the motel.
Billy said, "Hey, come on up to our room. We're just going to watch a movie on TV."
I followed Billy and Todd into the room. It was a typical Motel 6. Two double beds almost touching and a chair and table over in a corner. A low piece of furniture with two gym bags and the TV on it completed the furnishings.
Todd promptly stretched out on the bed closest to the door and switched on the TV. Billy headed toward the other bed and flopped down on the side closest to Todd. I headed for the chair, but Billy patted the bed next to him.
"Come on over here. You can't see from there. I promise, I won't bite!" (Damn! I was hoping he would!)
I lay down next to Billy. Billy had been lying on his back with his hands behind his head. He sat up and took off his shoes and socks and leaned back again. He reached down and undid the button on his jeans, and unzipped them about an inch. I watched in fascination, hoping he would get really comfortable! The electricity between our two bodies would have lit Saint Louis for a week!
Don't ask me what the movie was - I wasn't watching. Instead I stared at Billy. In my mind the shirt and pants were gone, revealing white briefs covering that huge bulge of Billy's manhood.
After a few minutes, I realized two things. First, Todd was snoring loudly. Second, Billy was watching my face as I had stared at his package! Oh shit! Was he about to kick me out? End our short telephone friendship?
Billy turned toward me. He reached across me with his left hand and put it gently on my right shoulder. I looked into his blue eyes. My heart was pounding so hard, I knew he could feel it. My breathing was ragged. He slowly moved his hand from my shoulder, caressing my chest. He let it rest on my belt buckle, his forearm applying gentle pressure on my crotch. Surely he would notice my hardening dick! Then what would he do?
"Richard," he whispered. "I can't tell you how much I love having you here with me." My heart skipped a beat. "I hope..."
Just then, with a loud snort, Todd sat up. Billy quickly returned to his position of hands behind his head, watching TV. I slowly exhaled and tried to breathe normally. The movie ended.
Todd said, "Hey Richard. Thanks for dinner, but Billy needs some rest before the meet tomorrow. Come by for breakfast, O.K.?"
What Todd meant was, get out now, but come pay for breakfast tomorrow! I had known Todd for all of four or five hours, and already I hated him! But, I didn't want to hurt Billy's competitive edge, so I left. Much to my disappointment, Billy said good night without moving. No hugs at the door!
I went back to my solitary bed just a couple of rooms away. As I lay waiting for sleep, I thought about Billy. This was the first time he had seen me. Was I OK, or was he disappointed? His eyes had pierced through me, laying my soul bare before him. What had he been ready to say when Todd awoke? Had he really caressed my chest, or had my imagination just made it seem so? Was he asleep already, or was Todd doing what I wanted so desperately to do, loving Billy?
I finally drifted to sleep. My thoughts of tight jeans and a shirt that must have been painted on merged with dreams of rippling muscles pressed against my eager body. Dreams of large, strong hands massaging my dick and balls. Ice blue eyes surveyed my naked body and smiled. Would tomorrow come before I did?
CHAPTER 5 The Meet - Part 2, Saturday Morning
My alarm rang and I bolted from bed. My dreams of hard, tumbling bodies had been rudely interrupted. A cold shower didn't help my stiff cock or aching balls.
I headed toward Billy's room. I was sure the breakfast Todd had planned would not ease my hunger. Only Billy could do that! Would the two of us start where we had left off the night before? Even though we had not done anything in Billy's bed, we had at least shared it for a little while. That wouldn't be enough for my fantasy life back in Saint Louis!
I knocked on Billy's door, hoping for a repeat of last night's bear hug greeting. To my disappointment, the door swung open to reveal not Billy but Todd. My disappointment quickly evaporated though.
At the Motel 6, the commode and shower were in a separate room. The sink and mirror were right in the bedroom though. Above the sink, which I could see through the open door, was a shelf bearing cheap, thin, white towels. As Todd opened the room door, the bathroom door opened too. Billy emerged with his back to me. He was stretching for a towel, his nude body dripping with shower water.
Every muscle in Billy's back rippled as he stretched for a towel. His beautiful ass tightened as he raised on his toes to reach higher. Those two perfect mounds filled my eyes. The rushing of blood in my ears deafened me. Billy got his towel and returned to the bathroom without turning toward me. I was sure he hadn't seen me.
But Todd had. "Quite a sight, huh?" he chuckled. I knew he was reading my mind. If not, certainly no one in three counties could have missed my erection! I certainly had announced to Todd how I felt about Billy, even if Billy still didn't realize. I went in the room and sat on the end of Billy's bed, waiting for that bathroom door to open again. I was facing the low piece of furniture on which Billy's gym bag rested. I know Todd and I talked - but I don't remember what was said.
Finally the bathroom door opened. Billy walked out with just one of those thin towels wrapped around his waist. His upper body was even more beautiful than I had imagined it could be. His pecs were like bands of steel wrapping around his body. His nipples were erect and his left one, closest to me, had a drop of shower water slowly trickling across it. Oh, to be a towel and gently caress that bud! Billy's abs were so cut, so defined, I knew that if I were to run my hand across them it would come away sliced, bleeding.
The towel came down almost to his knees. I prayed it would slip away, revealing the only part of Billy's body that I had not yet seen. The part I wanted to see, to stroke, to smell, to taste, to swallow whole. The part I wanted deep inside me, pulsating and throbbing. Shooting long streams of cum into my stomach. First through my mouth and then through my ass. As Billy walked, I still could not make out that dear part, his dick. My hand stirred, wanting to pull that towel aside.
Billy said hello. He had a wad of dirty clothes in his right hand. No hugs! He leaned over his gym bag. His ass was practically in my face in the small room. Oh have mercy Billy! He pulled a pair of navy blue briefs from his gym bag, and letting the towel fall, he pulled them on. I still didn't get a look! Billy grabbed some jeans with his left hand and plopped down beside me on his bed. He put his right arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. My eyes dropped to his lap, trying to peer through the navy blue cloth that covered his bulging crotch. Even soft, his dick strained the material, pushing, pushing toward me.
With his mouth practically touching my ear, in his soft tenor, Billy said, "How about some breakfast, Richard?" Was it my imagination, or did he press his hip harder against me at the same time? I know his hand came further over my shoulder and pressed flat against my upper chest. I replied, "Well, I could go for some sausage!" Billy laughed, lifted his arm off my shoulder and wrapped it around my neck. He pulled my head down against his chest and pressed his lips against the back of my head. As my cheek touched his bare, steel-like pec, my eyes never left his bulging briefs. Was that a twitch? A stirring that showed he was feeling the same hunger I was?
Right then Todd reminded us he was in the room by clearing his throat loudly. I think if we had been alone, I would definitely have had some sausage for breakfast! Damn! Would Todd never leave us alone? I guess not. Billy released me, stood and stretched.
"Hey! Don't you two have something better to do than watch me get dressed?" (Well, yes, Billy. But it involves you taking clothes off, NOT putting them on! As usual though, I only said that to myself, not Billy. What a chickenshit coward I was! I loved Billy so much. Was I really picking up signals from him, or was it just my nearly uncontrollable desire playing tricks on me?)
Todd said, "Richard and I'll wait for you outside." (Speak for yourself! I'm happy right here, gazing at a statue of a Greek god come to life. Gazing at that lat that so recently had been pressed against my side. Breathing deeply, to see if I could detect that sweet scent of man that had wafted off his bare chest into my nostrils and down into the very core of my being. Remembering the feel of his lips pressed into my hair. Wanting to explore every inch of that body that I had felt so little of. Explore it with my fingertips, my tongue, my aching dick.)
I followed Todd out the door, which he closed behind us. How I hated him, his presence. It was clear that Billy's body had no secret areas that Todd hadn't seen! Not the way Billy was so careless with nudity. Like an innocent child who didn't know Adam had eaten the apple and clothed himself. But Billy had told me during one of our phone conversations that he liked to wear tight shirts to show off his chest. He hadn't mentioned the tight jeans or the loose towel! And, I had never asked WHO he was showing off to! Was it his roommate? Was it his teammates? Kids in the gym? Girls doing flips? Or was it Todd? Was Todd taking a perverse pleasure in watching me lose my heart to Billy, but not letting us be alone?
Todd leaned over the rail, and watched the parking lot below us. There were a few waves and greetings from other gymnasts and coaches staying at the motel. "You know," Todd said to me, "Billy's finances are pretty rough."
"Yeah. I know," was my quiet reply.
"If I could just get some businessmen into the gym to see Billy, I know we could find a sponsor."
"You mean, see his talent?"
"No. I mean see that sweet body of his. I'm sure we could find some action, and some hard cash, if you know what I mean."
"No. I don't know what you mean!" was my somewhat strangled response.
"Yeah you do. Some rich old fart that really likes Billy's hard, young body would pay a lot."
"I can't believe you! You sound like a fucking pimp, not a coach! Does Billy know about this plan of yours?"
"Hell no! I can't even get him to work out without a t-shirt! You're the only guy I know that he has let see his bare ass! This morning was the first time I had even seen it! And he sure as hell never pulled my head down on his chest like that. Not that I care. Didn't you know I'm married? My wife gives me all I need. She and two of the girls at the gym. Billy's not what I want. But I sure as hell can tell he's what you want. So, pay the price and I'll get out of your way."
Just then, Billy opened the door and walked out to where we were standing. "Gosh, you guys look serious! What's going on?"
"Nothing Billy. We were just discussing breakfast," I mumbled.
"Yeah. And Richard's going to pay for it!" exclaimed Todd.
And off we went to the restaurant, just the three of us. Me, the man I loved, and the guy who wanted to be his pimp!
We went to a nearby place for breakfast. For some reason, my appetite was gone. Billy on the other hand ate huge stacks of pancakes, smothered in maple syrup. He told me he wouldn't eat again until after the competition which would start at 8:00 that night. After eating, we drove back to the motel. Billy was very quiet the whole time, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming challenge.
When we arrived at the motel, I started to follow Billy and Todd to their room. Todd said, "Well, thanks for breakfast Richard. Billy and I have to head for the gym so he can do some stretching. Stop by this afternoon and we can visit then."
So, once more I returned to my room, alone, unhappy, and horny. Would I ever be alone with Billy? I wondered just how much Todd would charge for that privilege.