Raunchy Reunion

RAUNCHY REUNION
By Tony Bazan
(Cummin’Up.Vol1.No3.1989)

My roommate-lover Tim didn't want me to go, and it was more than just missing me. "You'll meet one of your old flames," he pouted, "and forget all about me!"

"Not a chance," I assured him, hugging the guy with sincere affection. "Besides, I don't have any old flames back in New York. I didn't even realize I was gay until after I left town."

Which was perfectly true — except there was one guy I'd known in college who had tried to put the make on me. A handsome, muscular, rugged football hero type named Mike Rawlson, whom I later regretted not having given in to. There were times when I'd had wet dreams about Mike and what he and I could have done together if only I hadn't been so naive about my own sexuality. I wondered if Mike would be at the college reunion. I hoped so. I'd like to see him again — and, frankly, maybe get a second chance to merge our bodies as only two horny males can. Tim was slim and blond, not like the chunky brunet Mike, but for the past few weeks in the dark of our bedroom, I'd sucked Tim's cock and pretended it was Mike's cock. I'd had Tim's mouth catching a load of my erupting juice and pretended it was Mike's mouth, and I'd had my cock deeply imbedded in Tim's ass and pretended it was Mike's ass. It was an interesting fantasy that had brought much pleasure to both of us, and I knew that if at all possible I wouldn't mind it coming true, even if only for the few days I'd be visiting my old hometown in Upstate New York.

But then, I didn't know if Mike would be at the reunion or if he'd even be interested in doing what he'd wanted to do to — and do with — me ten years ago. Still, I didn't kid myself. That remote possibility was one of the reasons I was going back to my college reunion. Missed opportunities don't always present themselves for another chance. Tim and I loved each other, but we had no exclusive commitment nor any plans for a long term relationship. Even so, if anything happened between Mike and me, it would be a one, two or three night stand — and then that would be it!

I was going for just a few days, but the night before my departure Tim acted as though I'd be gone forever. In bed he swarmed all over my naked body, kissing and licking everything in and out of sight. He was always terrific when licking my asshole, sucking it avidly, sticking the tip of his tongue right into the opening and wiggling it like the blades of an electric mixer — but this night he was more frantic than ever, obviously wanting me to clearly remember his sexual expertise and hurry back to him.

And all the while, his slim fingers were pulling at my extended cock and running around my balls, gently squeezing here and there to keep me interested. Oh, I was interested, all right — there was no question of that. My cock rose quickly to complete hardness, ready for any-thing. Needless to say Tim had some ideas for it. He kissed and licked his way between my legs from the asshole, across the perineum, over the balls, and up onto my throbbing flesh.

Tim always made me feel good with his mouth, and he delighted in the knowledge that he could. He devoured me piece by piece and then tried to swallow my entire cock whole. I was gasping and groaning and twisting my head from side to side and lifting my ass from the bed, the better to shove my excited cock down my lover's loving throat. I'd wanted to ass fuck him, but he'd already gotten me so worked up sexually with his mouth that there was no possibility of holding back any longer. I sighed and felt the juice churn through my cock. up through the pisshole and out to freedom. I thought Tim was going to swallow it. Instead, he let my cock slide from his mouth at the last minute, and pumped it with his hand while we watched the eruption spray over his face and my belly. He kept pulling my cock for several minutes even after I was through shooting, until it was too sensitive for him to continue.

I pulled him up beside me and kissed my cum from his lips. "That was wonderful, Tim. Thank you." He smiled. 

"You ain't seen nothin' yet. I'm gonna get you hard again and you're gonna ass fuck me!"

What the hell, I thought, I could sleep on the plane, so why not? Tim kissed me again on the lips, and his tongue darted into my mouth suggestively for a half dozen strokes before he moved down to suck my nipples. His soft hands moved again over my cock and balls, massaging and stroking in gentle but insistent motions as his lips moved down onto my belly, his tongue flicking out to lick up the curds of cum that still decorated my stomach. Watching my lover do that was a turn on in itself, and Tim knew that I'd get excited watching him. Of course his hands in my crotch helped, too. Within minutes I was as hard as ever.

I reached out for the nightstand drawer to get a condom, but Tim said. "No! Tonight I want to feel your naked prick up my ass." We were both clean and even though we hadn't definitely agreed on just having sex with each other, we didn't fool around with others — so I figured it was safe enough. I nodded. After all, this was a special occasion, and I wanted to please Tim. 

Okay, I'll admit it, I was also feeling just a tiny bit guilty about what I was planning back at my college reunion.

With a squeal of anticipation Tim got out the jelly and smeared generous portions of the gooey stuff into his ass, working it in with his fingers, an exercise that in itself made him feel good and brought a few extra twitches to my cock as I looked at him having such a good time. Then he put some on his palm and rubbed my cock in strokes guaranteed to keep me interested. Tim bent over, his fists tightly gripping a tall chair we generally used for this purpose, with his legs apart and his ass wiggling seductively in my direction. "Fuck my ass, babe," he said through passion gritted teeth. "Fuck my ass good!"

My quivering cock knew the way well from having been there before a great many times. It pointed right toward its lovely, sensual puckered target and the tip hit dead center. A single thrust took it all the way up inside Tim's body, and his fuck tunnel gripped it so tightly even after all those times that I winced with pleasure. I rested an instant, then took his slim hips in my hands and drove my hard man flesh deep into him with steady strokes. My ears filled delightfully with the sounds of my cock squishing into his well-lubricated ass channel and the slapping of my balls against his cheeks and the sounds of Tim sighing and groaning in rapture as it did so.

"Shoot your load in my ass," he begged me. "I want all of it."

And he got all of it. I had a surprisingly big load considering that I'd already orgasmed just a short while ago. I held my cock deep inside his body as I let loose with spasm after spasm of hot, creamy cum juice that somehow stayed all inside him — for the moment. But when I eased my naked cock out of his asshole that cum started dribbling out.

Tim wriggled his ass at me. "Suck it out, please, Tony. Suck your stuff out of my ass!"

Why not? That's what friends are for, right? I got on my knees in back of him, spread his cheeks and licked his crazily as my cum flowed from his asshole. Somehow I managed to get most of it, and then I tongued his asshole for a while longer, spearing the wrinkled aperture in the special way I knew he enjoyed. He had one hand in his own crotch, fisting his cock, and his gasps told me he was now near orgasm himself. "Now, suck my load," he grunted, whirling about to stick his erect cock in my face.

My philosophy is that a guy can never give nor receive too much cum, so I took his throbbing cock in my mouth and clamped my lips hard around it as Tim let go with a fresh load of hot cream. By the time he was through my belly was filled with a mixture of his and mine — and it felt good. Too bad the airlines don't serve food as nourishing and as healthy.

Both of us were pooped, so we staggered into bed and fell asleep with our arms around each other. The next morning Tim was still asleep as I showered, dressed, had a coffee and a couple of donuts. Deciding not to awaken him, I kissed him lightly on the lips and then moved back as he smiled in his sleep. I took a cab to the airport, leaving our only car with Tim, and right on schedule the 747 lifted from Los Angeles International and headed east — toward what I hoped were new sexual adventures.

I checked into a motel, freshened up and drove my rented car over to the college where a social hour was in progress at a bar just across the street. And there, to my delight and my astonishment, was Mike Rawlson sitting alone at the bar, gulping a bottled beer and munching on pretzels. There was no missing him. He was still big and muscular, still looking like the football hero he'd been in college, and ten years hadn't changed his face all that much.

As I perched on the stool next to him he glanced at me and recognition lighted his features. "Well," he said, "if it isn't —" but he couldn't supply the name, so I furnished it. "Can I buy you a drink, buddy?"

He could indeed, and he did. We chatted about what we'd done during the past ten years. He was a junior exec in his dad's advertising business. He was unimpressed when I told him I was a technical writer in an electronics firm.

Mike looked me up and down. "You married?"

I took a deep breath and said, "No. I'm gay."

He laughed and pointed to a pretty brunette hobnobbing across the crowded bar with some other women. "That's my wife over there. We have sex about once every three months, and even then I stick my dick up her ass and pretend to myself that she's a guy."

"Maybe," I said, leaning forward and putting my hand on his thigh, "you could stop pretending for a little while. My motel room is just down the street. We can be there in ten minutes."

Mike slid off the stool. "Better make it five, buddy. My mouth hasn't tasted a dick in months." We made it in four minutes, thirty eight seconds. When we were inside the motel room the big man locked the door securely and turned to face me, his handsome face suddenly evil. He slammed a fist into his palm and moved toward me like a tank.

"You damned queer, trying to proposition me in public," he grated. "You know what I'm going to do with your ass-fucking fairy dick, buddy? I'm going to pull it out by its roots and shove it up your own ass!"

He lunged for me, but I sidestepped. As he went past I slammed the edge of my hand down into the back of his neck. He got up swinging and swearing. He was a big man who easily outweighed me and he was drunk and angry. One thing I hadn't mentioned during our conversation was that I'd trained in several of the martial arts, a fact that he soon discovered much to his chagrin, surprise, and disappointment. He was in pain and sullen and in a daze when I drove him back to the bar and dumped him out. I hadn't unpacked so I'd put the suitcases in the car and drove to the airport to see if I could get a flight back. I could and I did, thinking ‘Wouldn't Tim be surprised to see me home so soon?’ 

Tim was surprised all right. I let myself in quietly and tiptoed to the bedroom — where I discovered my roommate-lover getting his ass fucked by some husky dude I'd never even seen before. They were having a hell of a good time, too — until Tim opened his eyes and saw me standing there watching him with my eyes bugging and my mouth hanging open.

The husky guy was close to coming, and he didn't see how my unexpected arrival should change things. He pulled his cock out of Tim's asshole, stripped off the condom, and shot his load over my lover's wiggling ass. Well, at least the stranger had been wearing a rubber, I thought. That was some consolation.

Tim was bursting with apologies, but I could hardly fault him for his behavior. As I mentioned before, we didn't have an agreement to be exclusively each other's. Besides which — I'd gone to New York to make it with another guy.

"My name's Steve," the husky guy said, extending his hand. "I live just down the hall. Tim here's told me a lot about you — all good. I hope we can be friends." 

I shook his hand with an equally firm grip.

"You're back early," Tim commented. "Your rendezvous with Mike didn't go too well?"

"Not well at all," I admitted — then did a double take as I realized what he'd said.

Tim sighed. "During our lovemaking recently you called out his name instead of mine a few times."

"I'm sorry —" I started.

Tim hugged and kissed me.

"That's okay. No hard feelings." 

"Except in our crotches," Steve said with a grin. "How about joining us, Tony? I just love three ways. I'm not trying to take Tim away from you, but maybe once in a while we could all three have some fun?"

"I'm for that," I said, breathing a sigh of relief that it had all turned out so well.

I dropped my bags on the floor and started undressing. I hadn't lost a lover and I felt I'd gained one. It was a good feeling.