Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2023 18:50:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Andrew St.Clair <andy.stclair@aol.com>
Subject: My Life with Bill - Chapter 2

My Life with Bill -- Ch. 2

By Andy St.Clair

Gay Erotica - Intended for Mature Audiences Only

This story will contain graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, strong
language and it is not meant for readers who are less than 18 years of
age.

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This story is dedicated to my husband, lover and friend, Bill, who sadly
passed away 6 years ago, aged 71. We had met 10 years earlier, in an
online chatroom. We decided to meet in person and hit it off almost
immediately. He was such a sweet and friendly guy. Lucky for me the
attraction was mutual. When we made love that first night, I knew he was
a keeper.


Chapter 2

I awoke the next morning at 7 AM, alone. On the night table beside the
bed was a note from Bill, indicating that he had to leave really early
for a job and would be back by noon and that I should just make myself at
home. Wow! If that wasn't an invitation, I don't know what was. And he
trusted me, a guy he had just met, to be alone in his house.
Unfortunately, I could not take advantage of his extended hospitality as
I had to be at work myself in a couple of hours. So I took a shower and
hit the road, but not before I wrote a note back to him, thanking him for
an amazing night and that I would be in touch later that day.

As soon as I got home from work at 5 I logged onto the chat site, hoping
to find Bill there waiting for me. In all of the excitement of the night
before I had forgotten to take down his phone number. Luckily, he was
already there. "Hey sweetie, I was hoping you would be here," he
exclaimed as I privated him in the room. "How was your day?" "It was
amazing, Bill, really amazing. I was thinking of you and what happened
last night the entire day, I could not really concentrate on work lol!"
"So was I," he replied. "Why don't you come down and we can go out
for dinner." "OK, that sounds like a plan. I have a quick errand to run
and I can be there at 8. Will that work?" "Of course it will. For you
I'd wait all night!"

Two and a half hours later we sat across from each other at the local
burger joint, reminiscing about the night before. Strangely, even though
we had both been completely sober, some of the memories of the night
before were pretty foggy. We figured that we must have been high from
being so turned on by each other. After dinner we went back to the house
and watched a movie together. We were seated on the sofa next to each
other, and I snuggled against him as we made ourselves comfortable. Bill
was a bit of a romantic. He loved to watch the Hallmark channel, which
wasn't exactly my cup of tea, but I gladly indulged him as it gave me
the opportunity to be close to him, hold his hand, and plant soft kisses
on his check and neck.

After the movie was over, we locked in a long, wet kiss that culminated
in my unzipping his pants and devouring his hard cock. It tasted
delightful and seemed to get even harder and bigger in my mouth. I took
him as deep as I could, feeling his cock-head pushing past my gag reflex.
I slipped off the sofa and onto the floor between his legs and began
sucking on his big balls. As my tongue swirled around his cock-head,
delicious precum seeped out of his hole. When I felt he was close to
shooting his load, I made sure he was deep in my m mouth and throat so
that I would not miss a drop. He did not disappoint me. He let out a load
moan and filled my hungry mouth with a big load of his sweet man-seed. I
swallowed as much of it as I could, but inevitably some of it dribbled
out of the corners of my mouth.

I climbed onto his lap and proceeded to French-kiss him, giving him a
taste of his own seed. He did not mind at all. That is when I learned
that he was not much of a cock sucker. I was hoping he might return the
favor, but he demurred. I was disappointed, but accepted that
idiosyncrasy. We all have them. What he lacked in the oral department, he
made up for with his fingers. He told me to turn around and as I went
back to licking his spent cock, he gave me the best finger-fuck I have
ever received and used his other hand to help my cock ejaculate a massive
load of cum all over his stomach.

Exhausted, we cuddled up together on the sofa until we could muster the
energy to get up and go to bed. I had meant to go home since I had an
early morning the next day, but I decided not to and instead spent the
night in his arms again.

END OF CHAPTER TWO