Billy's Storm

Rain splashed against the window. I was so busy reading my book that I didn't see him sit across the table from me. "You're alone," he said. 
I looked up from my page and my heart skipped. I was looking at one of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen in my life. He had intoxicating lime-colored eyes, enticing full lips, light stubble around his face, and ebony-colored hair. He was staring at me as though I were the most interesting thing in his life, as though he were trying to probe my soul with his alluring eyes. I could barely breathe, but managed to say, "Huh?"

"You're alone," he repeated. 
"Who are you?" I asked.

The man reached across the table, grabbed my half-empty glass of water and drank the rest of it. "Billy," he said. He looked out the rain-stained window. 
I was stunned by the profile of his face, the beauty of his hard jawline. "What...what do you want?" I stammered. "I mean..."

Billy gazed into my eyes again and I felt my whole body shudder. "I was sitting at the table way in the corner. I saw you, and I wanted to talk to you." His eyes rested on my lips. "What's your name?"

"Nathan."
"You got nice lips, Nathan," Billy said.

I squeezed my mouth shut in embarassment. I looked down at my hands. Billy's hand crept toward mine. "Don't be all shy," he said. "It's true."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. The waiter returned again with my check. I reached into my pocket to pull out money, but Billy stopped me by saying, "I'll pay for it." He pulled a twenty dollar bill from his pocket and placed it on the tray. "It's done," he said. Billy gave me this look as though he wanted to have sex with me right there on the table, in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I was feeling really suspicous of Billy, but also powerfully attracted. 

"Where do you live?" Billy asked. 
"Um...about...twenty minutes away from here. Why?"
"Do you live alone?" 
"No. I have a roommate."
"boy or girl?" Billy questioned.
"Girl."
"Name?"
"Janet."
"Do you fuck her?" 
I felt uncomfortable. "No."
"Do you want to fuck her?" Billy asked smugly.
"...No."

Billy leaned back in his seat. "I live a couple of blocks away from here," he said. "Alone." 

"...Okay..." I said.

Billy smiled and my blood boiled. "You really are shy," he noticed. 

I scooted back my chair and stood. I was going to say "Nice to meet you" or "Bye", but none of those things seemed appropriate. "Where are you going?" Billy asked. 

"Home," I said softly. 
"I was tryin to invite you over," Billy said. 
My heart speeded up. "Invite me over for what?" 
"Do you wanna come over or not?" Billy pointed out the window. "Ir's not that far away."
"I don't know you," I said.

Billy stared at me. I was hypnotized by his eyes. "Okay," he said. Billy stood and abruptly walked out of the restaurant. The waiter returned with my change.

"What happened to that cute boy you were with a few seconds ago," he asked. I looked out the rain-splashed window and saw Billy watching me as he passed by the window. Without thinking, I ran out of the restaurant after him.

I was soaked in three seconds, and my shoes were so heavy with water that I could barely move. A block ahead of me, I saw Billy walking casually, without a jacket to protect him from the harsh rain, his hands stuffed into his pockets. When I was close enough, I yelled, "Billy! Wait up!" But Billy didn't turn around. In fact, he started to walk faster. I ran as hard as I could until I finally caught up to him. "Hey," I said. "Did you hear me calling you back there."

Billy looked at me briefly. "No," he said. I looked down at his shoes; his feet were really large. "What do you want, Nathan?"

My heart was beating tripple fast when I said, "I wanna go home with you."

Billy's face was glistening with rain, his black hair was plastered to his face. "Good," he said.

Billy's studio apartment was small and bare. He had no television, couch, or any important furniture. Just a mattress in the middle of the living room floor. There was only one window in the whole room. It was quiet, except for the sound of the rain falling outside. 

"Lay down on the bed," Billy told me. 

I looked at the mattress, partly afraid, partly excited. I walked toward it slowly and sat on it. At least it was comfortable and soft. But I wasn't soft. My dick was really starting to grow in my pants. 

Billy lit a candle, placed it on the ground next to the mattress, and lay beside me. The whole room was dimly illuminated with that one light. "You're wet," he said, touching my arm. 

"So are you."
"You ever been with a boy?" Billy asked. His green eyes were brightned by the light of the candle. "You ever been this close?" He grabbed me by the butt, pulled me toward his face, and softly kissed my wet lips. Billy pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. His naked torso was a wonderful thing to see: he had great biceps and pecs, and an awesome six-pack. Billy kissed me again, harder and longer. I had been shivering before because of the cold, but when his tongue went into my mouth, my skin warmed up. I rubbed his smooth, muscular chest, making circles with my finger around his nipples. I kissed his left nipple, softly, and then I bit down gently. Billy groaned. He reached down and unbuckled my soaked jeans. Unzipping my fly, he continued to search until he felt my hard dick waiting for him to hold. "I like this," Billy said. He tickled my balls and ran one finger up the length of my shaft. 

Billy rolled on top of me and kissed me wildly. I squeezed his hard ass though his sodden jeans . I reached into the waistband and carassed the warm, tight skin off his ass. "Take all my clothes off," I told him. His green eyes lit up and my nutsack bounced. Billy pulled my shirt over my head and threw it somewhere. He took a few moments to examine my chest before he began to lick small circles around my nipples. His breath was fiery and his saliva even hotter against my skin. He licked my neck, my armpits, down to my navel. 

Billy roughly snatched off my jeans and my dick stood straight up. He teased me by licking my inner thighs and the very bottom of my nutsack. he ran his nose up and down the shaft, and I squirmed and writhed, squeezing my eyes shut. Billy continued to lick down, past my knees, past my shins. He had already taken off my shoes and socks, and now he held my foot in the air. Billy examined it closely, in the candlelight. And then he took my big toe into his wet mouth. He licked between my toes, nibbled on them, licked the ball of my foot, down the arch, finally to the heel. My mouth was open in a silent scream. "Do you like that?" he asked. 

"Yeah..."

"What do you want me to do next?" he asked. 

"Do...whatever...you want."

Billy used his tongue to guide his way back up to my dick. He forced my legs apart as far as they would go. My dick head was against his stubbly chin. He ran it around his lips without taking it into his mouth. I could feel the cum start to rise in me. Billy gently kissed the head of my dick. My nerves were electrified. I screamed out loud. Just as I did that, Billy engulfed my eight inch dick whole. My ass clenched, I balled my hands into tight fists, and bit down on my lower lip. Billy kept his mouth on my dick for a good while before allowing it to slide out. He licked around the head, licked the piss-slit, even putting his tongue inside of that. I curled and uncurled my toes and continued to squirm around. "Your balls smell good," Billy said. "You smell like a man." He put my whole nutsack into his mouth and sucked on my balls. 

I couldn't take it anymore, I knew I was going to cum any second. Billy knew this, and slowed down a little as he sucked my dick. My dick hit his palatte and slid toward the back of his moist throat. He gently used his teeth to graze the shaft as he slid it out his mouth. "Cum in my mouth," he whispered. "Pour it down my throat." Billy bobbed his head faster and faster until I couldn;t breathe. I lifed my back off the mattress, and grabbed the back of his head, forcing him to swallow my ocean of thick cum. I could feel him swallow as my cum went down him. I stayed in his mouth a few more minutes after that, my dick deflating on his wet, sticky tongue. Billy kissed me afterward, a wet, slimy kiss, and lay beside me on the mattress. We stared at the ceiling as shadows moved across. After a while, the candle dimmed and died out, leaving us in complete darkness. I felt Billy reach between my legs and squeeze my dick. I closed my eyes, saw nothing but darkness, heard nothing but the rain fall, and felt nothing except for Billy's hot tongue.