A gay story: Blue Reunion
I had been pleasantly drunk. Now, I was just drunk. And tired. Tired, weary, bored, unhappy. I had trudged upstairs to men’s room in this non-descript, rather shabby lounge some genius had chosen for our school reunion. Class of 2000. That was us. Back then I’d been a thin, pale skinned twink with a tight butt. Now… well, I wasn’t that anyway.
And I was drunk. It had been enjoyable enough meeting the old boys again. Some of them more than others. David especially. I’d always had a thing for David, and still did to a degree. He still looked pretty good. He’d been an absolute stunner 25years ago. A real rugby jock, boyishly handsome but athletic and ripped. Straight as a die though, although we did have that one brief mutual fondle on a school tour one year. Probably ok with him because I did look rather feminine at school with big floppy black hair and full red lips. But he was a sound guy and a good mate and was still great company. Still had a hunky arse too.
However, I was drunk, tired and probably on the way home as I entered the men’s room. Then, I saw a vision. Incredible! The lad washing his hands was a living image of David as he had been when we had graduated. Well, almost so. He wasn’t built like David. He was more akin to the slender self I had been. And there was a definite twinkish air about him. But the face was David’s, just with that more pretty, less ruggedly handsome twinge. He was hot.
And he was smiling at me.
I returned an uneasy smile, nodded and headed over to the urinal. Of course, by this time I’d remembered that David had said something about one of his sons being around later because he worked in a health store nearby and would drop in after finishing. This cute lad was evidently David’s progeny. And…no way. Not a chance! Okay, so the boy was possibly gay and probably even knew who I was and that I was too, but no way was I going to let anything happen here. Forget it boy (I said to myself). The guy is the son of a schoolmate you used to get hard for. That was 25years ago. How old could this guy be anyway? He…
He had joined me at the urinal. Oh dear. I coughed nervously. But of course I had to say something.
“You aren’t David’s son, are you?”
He beamed a big cute twink smile
“That’s right. I’m Shawn” he said. “And you are Derek, no?”
“yeah. Good god. You’re exactly like him you know. I mean you’re dad. I mean, you’re the spit of him when he was 18. How old are you?
“21” he replied (to my great relief I may add) “just gone”
He was standing rather too close already, but he moved closer. I had to look. Nice piece of boy meat on him. Of course I didn’t say that… but
Was I that obvious? He grinned at me again and cast his eyes down on my own quickly hardening schlong. Oh fuck.
He spoke again –
“Yeah, dad mentioned you before. You know he really liked you. Always had good things to say about you. And now you’re checking out his son? Bad doggy.”
“I, I..em,..” I was going strawberry red with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“It’s ok ” he continued “I saw your yearbook. You were cute. I’d have done you back then. In fact, I’d like to play around with you now too.”
I was speechless. He grabbed my dick unceremoniously and led me toward a cubicle. Fuck this! I’m not getting caught in this jax with an old friend’s son!
“Relax” he said “look how many cubicles there are. The place downstairs is half empty anyway. No-ones gonna know”
He was right, but still…
I couldn’t. I didn’t fight it anymore. I had to get some of this hot young stud, David’s kid or not. We entered the cubicle and immediately he dropped his pants, revealing his stunning pale twink arse and hefty tackle. He turned and straddled the toilet, pushing out his butt cheeks for me. I obeyed, and knelt to worship his glorious young boy-hole. The musky stink was just enrapturing. I gorged away, as I reached through his legs and worked on his cock.
“You are so fucking cute..” I whispered, then caught myself before I went into anything more rapturous, remembering where we were.
He turned again, presenting me with his raging young schlong.
“get your hands off your dick and serve me ” he muttered. Again, I obeyed
God, he tasted so good.
He stood up, teasing my lips with his head and shaft as I was kneeling before him.
“you like this don’t you. Couldn’t get it off dad, so how lucky you fucking are doggy!” he growled down into my ear.
Finally, he allowed me to get to work on my own man-meat as I enthusiastically sucked him right off. We came pretty much together.
Then….
It was all winks, nods, goodbyes, and — for me anyway — a sleepless night, a mixture of almost incomprehensible embarrassed with constant jacking off and thinking just how lucky I had been to show up at the reunion.