Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 00:00:50 -0800 (PST)
From: lumberton45@yahoo.com
Subject: After the Reunion

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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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