Memorable Encounters, Part Two

Leaning over, Billy puckered his mouth and our lips met for the first time; with eyes wide open it was clear that there was some good chemistry going on. This guy tasted good to me as our tongs entwined; my mind was spinning as I thought about what could happen in the next few hours of this beautiful Spring day.

My juices were welling up as this young man offered himself up to me for what would become one of the most memorable encounters for each of us.

It wasn’t really unusual for guys to hook-up this way in the swinging 70’s, we went along our way then with a devil-may-care attitude and took advantage of most every hot guy that caught our eye or that showed an interest in getting or giving a blow-job. This is why there are so many memories in my youth and, looking back, I miss the sex that was the pass-time of our semi-underground Gay Nation.

Billy and I discussed what we liked to do with guys and it was clear that he enjoyed giving head and he fancied himself a bottom in training.

I asked just what that meant with the reply, “I’ve only been fucked by three of my young friends from school but they didn’t have much experience and were less endowed than I am. Most of my experience comes from using vegetables; I go to the store and pick out some nice zucchini or cucumber and practice loosening up my tight little hole.” I have to admit that I was as intrigued as I was concerned.

I just let him talk because it seemed that he was going to tell me his entire life’s story. I recall listening with interest to all that he revealed and was wondering if he was just too inexperienced to bother with. Looking into his eyes, just won my heart and I started anticipating what we might so when we had some privacy.

My skin was beginning to tingle and since it had been more than a half hour since we basted in tanning oil, I suggested that it was time to pack it in for the day. A wide smile came to Billy’s face and he said, “Your place or mine?”

As it turns out his place was a short walk from the park. He lived in his mother’s up-scale home and had staked out the basement quarters as his private hide-away with a very private lower-level garden area as the structure was built into a hill slope. I asked about the situation but he said it was cool because his mom was out of town on business and would be gone for the next several days.

This seemed to be a perfect situation for our voyage into intimate sexual discovery and as we went down some side-stairs and entered a private locked gate that opened into a beautifully tended garden. “I do the gardening” Billy proudly boasted and I nodded my head with approval. As soon as he opened the door to his den sized bedroom he invited me in, “just put your stuff on this chair; do you want something to drink?” Before I could answer, he had poured me some lemonade form a small refrigerator in the kitchenette.

Looking around, I quipped, ”Looks like you have a great set-up here” as I jumped on his bed an started to take off my shirt and shoes. Billy’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he made his way over to me and planted a kiss while putting my drink on the nightstand and then stuffing his hand down my pants.

I unbuttoned the fly to let him have an easier approach to what he had been wanting to have since he first saw me. A firm grip and I was starting to get hard, “hold on a minute kid, let me pull these shorts off too” I stood up and dropped everything to the floor revealing my semi-hard Cock just inches from his face.

Even after everything that Billy saw earlier, he held his breathe, somewhat amazed and startled at my size and its ever-growing girth. “Let me have you” he said breathlessly as he gripped me with both hands and pulled my meat into his face and his hungry open mouth.

I reached to take a swig of my drink and proceeded to focus all my attention on this young man who was more like a kid in a candy shop, trying to stuff me all into his mouth all at once; I said in a firm but soft voice, “Whoa, there partner, slow down a little because we’ve got plenty of time and you are still wearing your clothes from the park.”

I thought a moment and asked if he had a shower. He nodded his head and said, “let’s get wet!” As he stripped off his shirt and shorts while leading me to his bathroom shower.

(To Be Continued)

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