Gay Erotic Stories

There was another surprise from Billy: He called me at home a week later. Where he got my telephone number, I don't know and didn't ask. All that mattered was that he wanted to see me again. He lived in one of Beverly Hills better hotels and had lunch served to us out on a small balcony overlooking the hotel pool. After the waiter left, he changed into a terry cloth robe and spread a towel-sheet across his bed. "Why are we here doing this?" I had to ask. "So I can enjoy an hour or two just being myself, not that guy you see up on the screen," he answered. "You're not going to hold that against me, are you?" "I can't," I told him. "This is all very exciting to me." He let go a weary sigh and dug into his meal. I wanted to talk about his work. He wanted to talk about some geese he discovered out at the hotel pool. I asked him questions about stunt work. He asked me questions about school. "Okay, I get the message," I said, and we moved our table further out on the balcony so we could watch the sunbathers t the pool. I was wearing a T-shirt, slacks, and loafers. No underpants or socks to slow us up. At his bed, he hiked my T-shirt, took it off over my head, and his face became shiny. He smiled in genuine happiness. I stepped back, finished undressing, and led him up across his bed. His erection was awesome, long and thick. I took it eagerly into my mouth and licked and sucked him. He stopped me before I could bring him to orgasm. "Show me how you like to be loved," he said. "Oh, you and I are going to have a good time, I can tell," I answered.