His name was Billy. I saw him across a crowded bar and knew I had to meet him. He had the most beautiful and piercing blue eyes, smooth, perfect skin and a shaved head.
I got his number that night. I only had a brief moment away from Nate and Jeff. It took a lot of courage to call him. I don't know why.
We talked and flirted a lot on the phone and over e-mail for weeks. He and I both learned that we have a lot in common, like having an exhibitionist streak. I also learned that he is much heavier into, and more experienced in S&M than I am. There was numerous times when we both got each other so hot and bothered in our phone conversations that we jacked off together.
We didn't follow a normal first date pattern. We didn't go to dinner. We didn't get coffee. We didn't go to the movies. Instead, I met him at the park. We both wanted to take advantage of the great weather. It was already dark and there were no lights. He showed up, late and I almost left before he finally arrived.
"Hey, Jared." I jumped out of my skin. He came out of the dark, out of nowhere. I could see only a silhouette of a hunky guy in a tank top and carrying a basketball. 'Oh shit, he wants to play basketball,' I thought to myself. We walked over to the courts where it was less dark. There was enough light to see him better and to shoot hoops. He was really hot in his basketball shorts and loose fitting tanktop. It had a number on it and colors, but I couldn't tell you for what team.
I've played basketball a little in high school but haven't really picked up a ball since then. Billy had played in both high school and college. He didn't share this with me until after the game. He was all into it as soon as we hit the court, dribbling the ball and moving back and forth in front of me, clumsily though, like he had never played. He even missed the ball a few times and let it go flying into the dark.
I pulled out a joint and lit up. Not really being into sports, I needed a little coping mechanism. This was certainly going to do the trick. At first, we didn't really play a game. We talked, joked around and flirted a lot as he made a few baskets. I made a few too but was chasing after the ball more than anything. His biceps and chest flexed as he played the game. They got more and more pumped up too.
Billy got a little more serious as we progressed and suggested we play for real. I agreed and began. To my surprise, I won the first game. I couldn't believe it. Cocky and confident , I teased him unmercifully. He won the second but not by much. I felt I could take him and win the third.
"Ok Billy, lets play for high stakes," I said knowing I could win this. "Instead of us playing the last game for a winner, let's play strip basketball." Had he been able to see my expression, he would have noticed the evil grin. "Every time one of us scores, he gets to choose what the other takes off, shoes and socks the exception." I was high at the time and can't believe I did this now.
The intensity of the game changed and I quickly realized he had been letting me win all this time. He scored the first basket almost immediately. "Your shirt, Jared." I took off my shirt and threw it to the ground. "You know you've been wanting to see this." I flexed my biceps and he threw the ball at me. I started; he blocked me, pulled the ball away, and scored the second basket. "Pants, boy." Oh shit, I thought as I removed my shorts. I was already down to my boxer briefs and happy I didn't wear my usual sauvage jockstrap. My cock was started to grow rapidly. "Hmm," he said. "Nice, hard package."
He had the ball now and went for a basket. I knew I was in for it. In a flash I got behind him and as he jumped, I pantsed him. He wasn't wearing any underwear. "Fuck," he screamed as he came back down and pulled up his pants. The ball hit the board and went into the basket. "For that you’re going to strip and blow me." He lunged for me and yanked my underwear down. My hard-on flopped out and he grabbed hold of it and pulled me toward the post. "On your knees, Jared." He leaned against the poll.
I knelt down, my underwear still at my ankles and pulled his pants down over his already hard cock. I teased him by licking the tip of his penis a few times and then stopped to look up at him. He was smiling. "Suck it," he said. "Ok, but take off your shirt." He did and I pressed my hands against his abs as I took his whole cock in my mouth and slowing sucked it up and down. It was incredibly hard. Squeezing the base of his cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the other, I moved back to the head of his cock and teased it again with my tongue, fucking his piss hole in and out. It was becoming too much for him. As he quivered, I deep throated him, pressed my lips around his cock tight, then glided back to the tip of his cock. I grabbed my own cock and began abusing it as I blew him. Again and again, I did this. He was getting closer and closer to cumming and so was I. I moved up and down with my lips faster and faster and I stroked my own cock feverishly. "Oh man, fuck," he said as he pulled out and shot his load past me. I shot my load a few seconds later.
We cleaned up as best we could and headed back to my place for food and a nightcap. He's cute, sexy, original, and a lot of fun. I'll be seeing him again.