dick through. He stopped himself…he didn’t want to think about that, besides it hadn’t happened.

He did suck his cock though. That did happen, and it felt sooooo good. He had put his hands on the back of Billy’s head and face fucked him. Billy seemed to love it. His eager mouth certainly knew what it was doing. He remembered the way Billy moaned softly and choked a little as he slid his hard on back and forth in his mouth. He could still feel Billy’s tongue swirling around his shaft as he swallowed it whole. He loved that. He loved getting his dick sucked.

And Clair wouldn’t do it. It was the first blow job he had had in years. That’s probably why he couldn’t forget it. He begged and begged but she would never do it. He thought that was strange, as she always insisted that he eat her out before he was allowed to enter her. He’d beg and she’d say “No way”. What was even stranger, he thought, was half the time she would refuse to suck his cock but then tell him he could fuck her in the ass instead. She’d always roll over on her belly and lift her butt up in the air and say, “Go ahead and stick it in.” He would, but she would just lie there, as she always did.

Once in awhile she would groan, mainly whine ‘that’s too rough’ and as soon as he would come she would pat him on the heinie and say “Now wasn’t that better than a blow job?” It never was. The more he thought about he realized how truly atrocious Clair was in bed. Although neither one of them had cum, the best sex he had had in seven years were those few minutes with Billy. Maybe that’s why the incident was never far back in the recesses of his mind. He was just desperate for some good sex.

Ian absent mindedly began jacking on his soapy dick again, he closed his eyes and reached with the other hand to squeeze his balls and, as much as he didn’t want to, his mind started going back and forth between that night and last night.

Billy’s mouth had felt so good on his cock, and it felt so good when he was playing with Billy’s fat dick. It throbbed in his hand as he jacked it, even more than his own dick was throbbing in his hand now. He wondered if he would have sucked Billy’s dick, too.

What it would have felt like sliding across his tongue? Would he have felt it rubbing against his cheeks? Would it hurt if Billy’s dick had poked him in the back of the throat? What would it have smelled like? Would he like the taste of Billy’s cum? He wanted to know what Billy’s cum would have felt like spraying on his tongue and coating his teeth.

He wondered if the stranger across on the balcony wanted to suck him off. Or did he just like to watch and be watched. He’d heard of those people, the kind who really got off with an audience. Even from far away he could tell the guy had a big dick, a little bigger than his own, he thought. He couldn’t really tell how fat it was though. Billy’s