Billy's Lessons
By Bald Hairy Man
If you are offended by gay sex or are underage, DON'T read this story. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex is made in this story. If you have comments write me at bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Billy wasn't exactly my cup of tea. He picked me up at a cruising place in a park. It was late. I was horny and he was available. He was a little below average height and a bit above average weight. He had a small mustache and was balding. Even in the dark I could tell he was dumpy. I figured he was better than nothing. I got out of my car and went to a picnic shelter.
"Nice night," I said. He was leaning against a post. He was the only person there.
"Warm," he said. "Quiet though. Sometimes it's busy here. It's getting late."
I stood in the shadows. He rubbed his crotch. It wasn't the most sophisticated approach, but it was direct. I went closer to him. "My apartment's hot. I wanted some fresh air. I couldn't sleep," I said. I had my hands in my pockets and rubbed my cock.
"It's nice and cool here," he said. "I need to get home soon. My apartment's nearby. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"That might be good," I said.
"I'm in the Ford. Want to follow me?" he asked. I said sure. We went to our cars.
When we got to his apartment and got naked as fast as we could. He knew coffee wasn't on my mind. In my mid-twenties, I wasn't particularly experienced. I was still in the closet and sex was a catch as catch can thing. My sex life was mostly visits to dirty book stores and quick blow jobs in the park. It was exciting to be in an apartment where we didn't need to worry about police, or getting interrupted.
"Billy's the name," he said as we stripped.
"I'm Ed," I replied. He was already on his knees and was sucking my cock.
Billy was a master cock sucker. In theory I wanted to get my rocks off and go. That was my plan, but I inevitably get an urge to suck my partner. The more excited I get, the more I want to suck.
"Let's go to the bed and do this right," Billy suggested. We got on the bed and sixty-nined. Billy's genitals matched him perfectly. His cock was short and stocky. His balls were like new potatoes. His cock was also a mouthful. It was bigger than I thought. His wide piss slit drooled pre cum in a steady stream. I got turned on big time. Bill was sucking me with as much enthusiasm as I sucked him.
"Time out!" Billy proclaimed, "I need to get my breath. You're good at this kid. How much time do you have?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Just wanted to know if you want to get off fast, or if you have time to smell the roses," Billy explained. "I like to know."
"I've got some time," I said.
"I'm pretty much a full service fag," Billy said. "If you can do it with a cock, asshole or mouth, I probably like it. I'm not the shy type. I'm not much of a virgin either. What about you?"
Much to my surprise I told him the truth. I wasn't very experienced. He seemed to like that.
"I've got enough experience for both of us," he said. "I'm glad to be a teacher."
"I don't know about that," I said. "I'm a bit unsure about it all."
"You like sex, don't you?"
"I do, but a few times it hasn't been very good," I said.
Billy laughed. "If it wasn't good, you weren't doing it right," he said. "I do it right."
"Every time?"
"Almost every time," he said. "To tell you the truth, I try to be flexible. You can never be exactly sure where a guy's hot spots are. What may turn one guy into jelly, may do nothing for you. It takes some investigation and experimentation."
"You sound as if you have made a scientific study of it?" I said.
"I'd say it more of a hobby than a scientific study," Billy said. "It's more fun than watching the television every night. I don't know if you have any sense of adventure."
"Sexual adventure?" I asked. "I really don't know." I took a long look at him. Billy was in better shape than I expected. He wasn't a body builder by any stretch of imagination, but he was solid if stocky. His chest was dusted with hair. As I looked at his cock it seemed to have grown some.
"I know I don't look like much, but I'm a nice guy," Billy said. "I'm just a little bit of a sex manic. I like man sex a lot."
"For me sex has been really exciting, but not always that pleasurable," I said. " I think I'm too nervous or scared to enjoy it."
"But you feel driven to it, don't you?"
"I guess that's the best way to describe it," I said. "I want to do it, but it's not that good. But, damn, if I don't want to do it again a few days later."
"I remember the same feeling," Billy said. "It's hard to enjoy things when you're still using training wheels. Let me tell you, the more you do it, the better it will be."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes," he said, "Let's get back to some fun." It was as if someone had shot off a starting gun. If anything, our little conversational lull had made me hornier. After fifteen minutes more, we took a breather.
"Do you like to fuck?" Billy asked, "I'd love your cock in my ass."
"You want me to fuck you?"
"If you're interested," he said. I had never fucked a guy before, but one had tried to fuck me. That wasn't a success. I didn't have enough nerve to ask if a guy would let me in his ass. I was willing.
"Sure. It's okay with me," I said.
Billy went to the bathroom and returned with a tube of lubricant. "You're a big one," he said. "I'll need this." He coated my cock. The cool lubricant felt great and I got even harder. "How do you want to do it? Doggy style? On my back?"
"How do you like it?" I asked. "I'm not very experienced."
"Let me get on my back and my legs on your shoulders," he said. "That gives you the best angle. Why don't you work some lube into my ass?" I wasn't too sure about that. Billy noticed.
He smiled. "Ed, you're going to be shoving your cock up my ass. Don't worry about fingering my ass a little."
"I'm just a bit uneasy about ass holes," I said.
"You need to think of the ass as a sex organ, not at the shit chute," Billy said. "Once you've massaged your cock in another man's hole, you'll know the full recreational potential of an ass." I did work some lube into his hole, then positioned my cock at his ass hole. I pushed.
Billy resisted, but on the second try I popped my cock head into Billy's ass. "It's good," Billy said. "You can push deeper."
I don't know exactly what I expected as my cock slid into Billy's ass. It was smooth and slippery, but also tight. Billy squeezed his ass as I pumped. It was good, very good.
Billy had a small bottle in his hand. "Do you want to kick it up a little?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
Billy took the top off the bottle and sniffed it. "Take a snort and you'll know," he said. I didn't know what was in the bottle, but I did what Billy did. I sniffed the small bottle.
All of a sudden I lost all of my inhibitions. My cock became ultra sensitive and every movement in Billy's ass became intensely pleasurable. Actually I was crazed. I wanted to pound him to the moon and back. For the first time in my life I became totally at ease with sex. As Billy had said, his shit chute turned into a love tunnel.
He was moaning as I made hard thrusts into his ass. "I'm shooting!" I cried. I tried to pull out, but Billy wouldn't let me.
"Give my prostate a cum bath," he moaned. When I had my last ejaculation, I felt his ass contract and saw ribbons of sperm shooting from his organ. His contractions set me off again. It was hard to believe there was anything left in my balls, but there was a second orgasm saved up inside me.
"Damn that was good," Billy said when he caught his breath. "You're a keeper." I was wiped out and went home. Billy gave me his phone number. Several guys had given me their phone numbers before, but most were wrong numbers. Once I got a guy's wife.
Two days later on Saturday, I gave Billy a call. I got his machine, so I left a message. Twenty minutes later he called me back. He had been in the shower. I asked if he was free.
"What time is good for you?" he asked. I said in a half hour. That was fine with him. As I drove to his apartment, I had second thoughts. Billy wasn't my type, but my cock was doing my thinking. It was head over heels in love with him, or at least his ass. By the time I got there, I had discovered that where my cock wants to go, the rest of my body will follow. I was excited and turned on.
I rang the door bell. He greeted me in a bath robe. "I'm wear less to greet you in style, but I have neighbors," he said. "I really appreciate you coming back for a refill."
"I enjoyed it when we met," I said.
"Let me clue you in. It does nothing but get better, the more you do it," Billy said. "Once you've played with a guy a few times you get comfortable. You're uptight. That will change."
We went to his bedroom and got down to business. He was right. It was more comfortable. I was relaxed and we sixty-nined. "Damn, I love it when you're already primed," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You're already leaking precum," he said. "Usually, that's a sign of a cock well sucked. Your juices are flowing like a mountain brook after a rain. Sex always feels good, but it's nice when you can taste and smell sex."
"Sorry about that," I said.
"There's nothing to be sorry about," Billy said. "It's all a natural part of sex. Your body's just getting ready for the main attraction." I leaned over and deep throated him, then slowly pulled off. I suctioned some precum from his balls. We were both ready. "Do you like it?" he asked. "I have a friend who said I'd win the gold medal for precum if cock sucking was a sport at the Olympics."
"I'd never thought about it, but I guess I do," I said. "Are you going to shoot soon?"
"Probably not," Billy replied. "When I said main attraction, I probably should have said objective. The orgasm is what you're aiming for, but the longer it takes the better it is. Ideally, I'd like to teeter on the edge for ten of fifteen minutes. I love that feeling you have just before you pop. That's difficult to do when you're hard and turned on. "
"I shoot quickly," I said.
"You're not that bad," Billy said. "You're young and I bet you can shoot off several times. I bet you're use to quickies? "
"Yes. There's not much you can do in five minutes in the dark," I replied. "I'm not sure I've ever seen the cock I've sucked."
"I was brought up Baptist," Billy said. "It was hard for me to get naked. Somehow I seemed to me that if I didn't get naked sex wouldn't be that bad. I almost became an alcoholic before I saw the light."
"How did you see the light?"
"I got picked up by a professional football player," Billy said. "I was younger then and could pass for being cute if it was dark enough. Big Boy O'Brien was hot stuff. We went to his motel and we fucked like rabbits for five or six hours. Big Boy was 100% man and 1000% gay and wasn't ashamed or embarrassed at all."
"He was a huge tackle, but liked it in the ass," Billy continued. "He told me if you like it, do it, don't pussy foot around it. You can be a semi virgin. You're fucked if the cock is half way in your ass, or into the hilt. You're a cock sucker if you deep throat a guy, or of you just tickle the cock head with your tongue. He really changed the way I thought about being gay. He was a Baptist too, but he had gotten over the hang ups."
"Did you see him again?" I asked.
"A few times," Billy said. "When he came through town, he'd drop in and we'd have some fun. He was killed in that plane crash about three years later. He was a great guy."
"I think that was before my time," I said.
"I was beating myself up for being gay. Big Boy was the first guy I met who was at ease with it," Billy said. "Life got better when I realized that was possible. It cleared the air. He wasn't afraid of sex either. Big Boy said sex was like food. All of it is good, but some hits the spot more than others. He was a pig bottom, but he was a good top too."
"Did you love him?"
"No, but I would have been willing to try," Billy said. "Big Boy was really straightforward. He wasn't after love. He just wanted fun. He told me that up front and asked if it was okay with me."
"It was okay?"
"Shit yes!" Billy responded. "I'd never been with a man like him before. To tell you the truth, I hadn't been in many situations where it was bright enough to see my partner's face. The hotel room was the first time I had sex without keeping an eye out for the cops. It was great. Big Boy looked great. He was a bit bruised and beaten up, but damn, he was all man. When he said he wanted to get fucked, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. In a million years I wouldn't have guessed that."
"Big Boy was all muscle, but once my cock was in his ass, it was soft as silk," Billy continued. "He wasn't afraid to show how much he like my cock. It was nice to be appreciated. He wasn't much of a romantic, but he told he hadn't had much hope for any more than a little fun with me, but my cock made a bull's eye hit on his prostate and it was good. He asked me what would get me off."
"What did you say?"
"Well, I said I didn't rightly know," Billy replied. "He said if I didn't know, we'd have to try it all. That was fine with me. It was a really good night, if you get my drift." He looked at me. "Somehow, I think you could use a Whitman's Sampler of sexual options."
"Are you offering me that?" I asked.
"I sure as shit am," Billy replied.