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After The Reunion
By: C.B Haynes
As I have made my way through life, I have managed to hold on to some vivid memories of those early sexual adventures with some of my classmates. Some took place while sleeping over at their house or mine while others occurred in the back seat of whoever's car we happened to be in that night. Then there were the times that just happened on the spur of the moment when we'd sneak into whatever place we deemed safe and allowed us enough privacy to deal with those raging teenage hormones that were playing ping pong with our brains.
I think we all have a way of holding on to those memories and we wonder in the back of our minds what ever happened to this guy or where that guy is today. I recently had the opportunity to answer some of those questions in my own mind when I attended my twenty year high school reunion. Seeing some of my former sex partners for the first time since graduation, I was longing to say things like "Remember the time in the band hall when we..." or "Do you ever think about that night at the lake when the two of us...", but those things are kind of hard to say when they've just introduced you to their wife who is standing dutifully by their side. I knew they remembered though because I could see it in their eyes after just a few moments. Some were a little surprised and some were not surprised at all as I introduced my husband, Randy, but every single wife looked a little shocked and uneasy as the reality of my relationship status sank in.
As I looked at and talked with the grown up versions of the boys that attracted me so when were in high school, I couldn't help but reach into the recesses of my mind and remember the boys that they once were and relive some of those memories. As Randy and I walked out to my car that night I decided that I would write some of these experiences down as a way of helping me to remember some of the best times in my life and allow me to share them with anyone who wants to read them. With that said... I hope you enjoy the following recollections of those fun times as we explored our awakening sexual desires...
The first time I fooled around with another boy was on a church campout in a state park. I was fourteen at the time and had been assigned to sleep in a tent with our preacher's son who was the same age. Dean was in several of my classes at school and we of course knew each other through church but I had never really considered us to be friends to any great extent. He was one of the better looking guys in our grade and quite popular with the girls. We all know the blonde haired, blue eyed, slender guy that caught everyone's eye. I had taken a few sideways glances at him in the gym showers and knew he had a sizable tool between his legs but had never studied it for very long out of fear that he or someone else might see me checking him out. I knew his chest was smooth but he had a light dusting of hair on his lower legs, his dick was large and cut, his balls hung low and heavy and that his dick was surrounded by a lot more hair than most of the other dicks swinging around the locker room. I just assumed that he had started puberty earlier than the rest of us.
While on the campout, we all swam in the creek that ran through the park during the afternoon and sat around a large campfire that night singing songs and toasting marshmallows and enjoying the beautiful night. I saw Dean sitting next to his best friend Scott and couldn't be sure, but thought that they were arguing quietly between themselves. We stayed by the campfire until about eleven thirty when the fire had dwindled down to a few flames, but was mostly glowing embers. The yawns spreading through the group had become more widespread and frequent and the chaperones declared that we should all turn in. They had planned an early morning hike and felt we'd need the rest. No one really complained too much because we were all pretty tired. I saw Scott stand up and head toward his assigned tent and Dean looked after him then in my direction and he gave me a slight smile. We both stood and moved in the direction of our tent.
We were assigned to the tent that was farthest away from the four man tent that the chaperones were to share. It was tucked away in a small area between some trees that kept the other tents from being too close. Everyone said goodnight and we all entered our tents. I had some shorts that I was planning to sleep in but upon entering the tent Dean immediately stripped down to his underwear and stretched out on top of his sleeping bag. Following his lead I did the same and as I undressed I almost had the feeling that Dean was purposely pointing the flashlight in my direction. I couldn't see his face well in the dim light but I swear I could feel his eyes sweeping over my body.
Once I was sprawled on my sleeping bag with my back to Dean, he turned off the flashlight and the darkness and quiet seemed to surround us in an instant. My normal routine when going to bed was to jack off and go to sleep. My dick knew my routine well and stiffened as soon as it got dark. I had to resign myself to the fact that I'd have to break my routine for the night and go to sleep without shooting my load but told myself that I'd jack off twice the next night to make it up to myself.
We weren't talking at first but after about ten minutes I heard him moving around and was startled when he suddenly touched my shoulder and whispered in my ear "You still awake?" He was so close I could feel his breath on my neck when he whispered and I felt my dick, which had refused to soften, get even harder. "Yea, I'm awake." I told him. He then shocked me when he said "I don't know if I can go to sleep without beating my meat. I do it every night and it doesn't feel right going to sleep without doing it." I wasn't quite sure how to respond so I said nothing until he asked "You ever do it?" I said "Every night. Why?" Without any hesitation he said "Good... Let's do it together so we can get to sleep."
I think I should say that when I first began my nightly self-abuse, I thought only about girls but lately I found that guys were entering my thoughts more and more. Dean had starred in my fantasies on more than one occasion. At first I thought it might be due to the fact that I had never seen a naked girl but I was exposed to about twenty naked guys following gym class three days a week and, as I said, the boy now lying right behind me was probably the most intriguing one of them all and I couldn't believe what he had just proposed.
I surprised myself when I heard the words "We can if you want to." coming out of my mouth. Did I just say that? His hand was still on my shoulder and he was using it to urge me to roll from my side onto my back. I allowed him to roll me over and our legs touched and I felt an energy passing between us that I had never felt before. Nerves took over for a moment and I asked "What if we get caught?" This made him laugh a little and he told me "We won't." At this point I heard him begin working on his dick. Sliding his hand up and down at about the same pace that I usually established and I felt the movement of his body through the leg that was still touching mine. "You going to join me or am I on my own?" he asked. I slowly pulled the waistband of my briefs down and tucked it below my nuts exposing my throbbing dick. Before I could go any further I heard him whisper two words... "Let me." He spoke those words, wrapped his hand around my hard dick and began to stroke my six inch shaft all in a single instant. I was stunned and thrilled at the same time as I felt the first hand other than my own to touch my hard dick and I had to fight the urge to spew my load immediately.
We lay there with him jacking on my dick for about a minute or so when he brought me back to reality by asking "Think you could help me out?" I was enjoying his touch so much that it never dawned on me that he might be expecting me to return the favor. I was on my back and he on his left side facing me using his right hand to work on my dick. I realized that his dick must be just inches from my right hand that was lying beside me. As had been the case through all of this, he seemed to be a step ahead of me and made the decision for me by rolling toward me a little more which put the shaft of his dick right in the palm of my hand and I instinctively closed my fist around it. Having someone else's hard dick in my hand was so exhilarating it took my mind off the sensations running through me as he continued jacking me off. I began to stroke him lightly and he moaned in my ear. I increased both my grip and the length of my strokes forcing another moan from his throat.
He began to bombard me with whispered questions. "When did you first start jacking off?", "How many times a day do you do it?" and "Have you ever done this with anyone else?" to which I truthfully answered "I started when I was twelve but didn't shoot until right after I turned thirteen." "I usually do it twice a day but sometimes three or four." and "No... You're the first". He then shocked me again when he said "Well that means that no one has ever done this..." at which point he leaned forward and sucked my dick into his mouth until his lips were wrapped around the base and it was my turn to release a moan. He began to move his mouth on my dick and I froze fighting the urge to cum. I was losing the battle.
I panicked a little as I realized that I was about to shoot my load into his mouth without being able to utter any type of warning but when the first blast shot across his tongue he clamped down and sucked even harder. I was feeling sensations that until that point I had never imagined possible and had such a powerful orgasm I thought I'd pass out. After blasting in his mouth and feeling him swallow my cum, my dick became so sensitive that I had to reach down and grab his head and pull his mouth off my dick before I screamed loud enough to wake all the other campers and the chaperones. He surprised me yet again by moving up and kissing me and shoving his tongue deep in my mouth. I remember being caught off guard by the softness of his lips. As our tongues battled I could taste my load lingering in his mouth and couldn't believe that I was somehow turned on by the taste.
As we broke our kiss, I was a little reluctant to let him have his tongue back. I was suddenly more turned on than I had ever been and all I could think about was making Dean feel as good as I was feeling at that moment. After our lips separated he stretched back out on his sleeping bag and I rolled over onto my right side and propped myself up on my elbow looking down at him. "That was incredible... Where did you learn to do that?" I whispered. He let out a little laugh and responded with "I don't kiss and tell." I reached out and slowly wrapped my hand around his dick and resumed stroking him making him groan. I had to taste him. His silky skin... His spurting cum... His hot mouth... I started there by leaning forward and searching out his lips in the darkness. Our kiss lasted for a couple of minutes and I began slowly moving down his body with my tongue. I had recently discovered while jacking off that when I was aroused my nipples became super sensitive. I locked my mouth onto his left nipple and heard him gasp then felt him exhale slowly as I sucked on it feeling it harden. After a few moments I moved over to the right one and the gasp and exhale were repeated. I found it encouraging when he reached up and ran his fingers into my hair and pulled me against his chest obviously enjoying my efforts to bring him pleasure.
He slowly released his grip on my head and I resumed tonguing my way toward the prize with a brief stop to probe his belly button. I wasn't sure if I'd be any good at sucking dick but the moment of truth had arrived and without hesitation I began working on the head of his dick, which was about seven inches long and seemed to be as hard as granite. My lips made their way down toward the base feeling that silky skin slide easily over the hardened shaft. I gagged at first but soon got past it and set up a rhythmic up and down motion working from the throbbing head all the way down to the curly hairs that surrounded his manhood. I was also using my left hand to fondle his balls. I'd roll them around and as they would tighten up in his ballsack I'd circle my finger and thumb around them and gently tug them away from his body. I knew that doing this to my own nuts when jacking off would help prolong my orgasm and I was hoping this would have the same effect on him, allowing me to suck him a little longer. With each tug he'd thrust his hips upward probing deeper into my mouth and throat and he'd release a low moan which told me he was enjoying himself.
I made up my mind that I was ready to give him the ultimate pleasure. My decision wasn't made entirely on his behalf as I was so ready to feel his cum blasting into my mouth. I increased my suction, sped up the tempo of my bobbing head and gave a slightly harder tug on his balls and heard him say "Oh, yessss." I felt the head of his dick grow larger in my mouth and he thrust his hips up as I slid my lips down his shaft and I knew we'd reached the point of no return that we were both anticipating. His dick was so far in my throat that I more felt than tasted the initial blast of his thick load. I backed off slightly and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. I savored the nutty flavor as he continued to throb and pump even more of the stuff into my mouth. I quickly swallowed and began paying attention to the sensitive head with my tongue. As the sensations of his orgasm began to subside, he took a deep breath and I was a little shocked to hear the son of the preacher I listened to every Sunday utter one word... "Fuuuck!" Considering the fact that what we had just done to each other would surely send us both to hell in the minds of most of his father's congregation, I shouldn't have been surprised to hear him say that... but I was.
I moved back up his body until my face hovered above his while still holding some of his massive load in my mouth. Almost as if waiting for it he raised his head up and ran his tongue into and all around inside my mouth as if he was searching for any remnants of his cum. As we pulled apart he reached up and ran the fingers of his right hand along the side of my face and said "That was unbelievable... I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life." This made me feel pretty good as I rolled back over onto my sleeping bag. We lay there staring silently at the roof of the little tent until he broke the silence by saying "I wasn't really sure if you'd be into that or not when I set it up so we'd be tent mates. Scott was a little pissed off but I will deal with that later." This explained the scene by the campfire earlier and, without coming out and saying it, told me who the lucky guy was that Dean had been perfecting his technique on and made me wonder if there were any others. I pondered this for a few moments when I heard Dean begin snoring lightly. I sat up, leaned over, kissed him lightly on his soft lips and whispered "Goodnight." I drifted off trying to take every moment of what had just happened and etch it into my brain so I'd be able to relive it in future jack off sessions.
I woke up as the soft gray morning light was just breaking the darkness. I could hear others moving around the campsite and talking quietly. I rolled over and looked at Dean to find him already staring at me. We smiled at one another and he said "Last night was so much fun. We've got a lot to talk about but right now we need to get moving. I know my Dad and he wouldn't be happy if you and I delay the hike." With that we got up, dressed and crawled out of the tent to join the others. Scott crawled out of his tent after a few minutes and walked over next to Dean who was warming himself next to the fire. Dean put his arm around Scott's shoulder and pulled him into a half hug. Scott smiled. No one else paid any attention to this but I knew it was an apology and that their friendship would be fine.
I'm now standing in the banquet room at the Hilton face to face with Dean and his wife Melissa listening to them talking about their three children and their Springer Spaniel named Scruffy. My mind flashed back to that long ago night and I looked up to find Dean smiling at me with that same smile he'd had on that early morning in the tent. He and I had so many fun times together, but I will always remember that night in particular as it opened my eyes and made me realize that sex with other guys could be amazing and was what I really wanted. I returned his smile and gave him a little wink.
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