Garth and Billy
It’s no secret to anyone
who has been reading these entries that I meet Garth at a Halloween party. I was ‘dressed’ in a loincloth thong and
moccasins and Garth was wearing this tiny red
jockstrap, a baseball cap and sneakers and he was all sweaty from dancing. Just thinking about that party still makes me
a little hard.
Billy didn’t come into
the picture and our lives until well after Garth and I became boyfriends and I
had quit escorting and moved in with Garth and his grandmother. Even though I had been living with Garth and
his grandmother for about a year and a half and Garth and I had been together
longer, we still were not totally exclusive.
We sometimes went out with other guys, had sex with them and even
brought home a few for the other to share.
That’s how it was with Billy.
While Garth was the
first one to ask for more than a quick fuck or suck, there was something about
Billy that made both me and Garth take to him.
And it wasn’t just the sex, as phenomenal as it was; there was more to Billy
than his thick, salami-sized cock and his brooding eyes. He was the most gentle guy I have ever met
and as polite as the day was long.
When Garth brought Billy
home that first night, I have to admit I was a little jealous; seeing them
naked together, watching Garth go down on Billy. And when Billy motioned for me to join them,
I was a little hesitant at first. That
is until Garth reached out to me, pulled me closer, pulled my lounge pants down
to my ankles and started manhandling my growing cock. Billy reached over, planted his lips on mine
and kissed me deeply, his tongue wrestling with mine. Then it was a blur of hands on skin and
mouths kissing and sucking and rimming and cocks fucking.
There was something easy
about being with Billy, like sex with him was a zen experience, it wasn’t about
receiving pleasure, but giving it.
Billy eventually became
an almost permanent fixture around the house, sometimes spending as much as an
entire week with us before leaving for who knows where only to return within a
few days. Garth was so enamored with
Billy that when he was not with us, he felt a little depressed at his
absence. The two of them had a great
time together, and I don’t just mean the sex.
They played video games, shot hoops in the driveway and went to the
movies. They did all the things I
couldn’t do with Garth because I was sitting in a classroom trying to get my
degree. Billy even helped around the
house, helping Garth’s grandmother with chores.
Eventually, Garth asked
Billy to move in permanently; but he talked it over with me and his grandmother
beforehand. We both agreed but for
different reasons. Grandma Mary, as I
called her, loved being surrounded by good-looking young men. She called us her “eye candy” and said we
kept her young. I happened to actually
like Billy, even if I was a tad jealous of all the time he spent with
Garth.
The three of us lived
together for just over two years before Billy moved back to Philadelphia. Both Garth and I were sad about him leaving,
but we knew it was the best thing for him.
He missed his family terribly and had been increasingly unhappy since Grandma
Mary’s passing despite the fun we all had.
In hindsight, I think it was her passing that made Billy realize that he
missed his family and even though he loved me and Garth and we loved him, I
don’t think he came to think of us as family.
We were his friends, his lovers, but I think he was looking for
more. As much as he said he loved us, I
think he could feel that Garth and I were more in love with each other than
even we were aware at the time and I think he wanted that feeling in his life.
Garth and I still talk
to Billy every few days. We Skype and
phone all the time. Just the other day,
he was telling me about his new boyfriend, Sam, a Philadelphia fire fighter,
and from the sound of his voice, I think he’s finally found what he’s been looking
for. I look forward to meeting him the
next time Garth and I are in Philly.
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