All characters depicted in the story are 18 and over.
Andrew was my nemesis at school. We were the two most obviously queer lads in the year. And we pretty much despised each other. I'm a fairly easy going guy (if I say so myself) but Andy was- and is- a total bitch. I fantasized about him of course, and he probably did likewise with me, but we never gave each other any hint. I had my own friends and at when we were in our final year, I had a full sex life with clubbing etc at the weekends. I never Andy on the scene while we were at school. But I knew he was probably banging some guy somewhere.
Although he is much camper than me, he is taller and had a jock body in school. I was a slimmer, floppy haired twink. We avoided each other when possible. When not, we usually ended up in a battle of snide remarks and looks. In the changing rooms for PE, I saw his arse and dick. Both appeared well tasty. I could imagine pressing my face into his chunky young arse giving his tight hole a good rimming. I'm pretty sure he would have longed for the same with me. But again, I never let on.
He was just a nasty dude. Maybe he just didn't like the competition. The fact that I actually came out while in school might have alarmed him, as he seemed content to just mince around while still pretending to fancy girls. Whatever. When we graduated we had seen and heard enough of each other. I was satisfied I wouldn't have to stick his company ever again.
And besides, I was really enjoying the scene! I discovered that I was considered pretty hot. I could and did have any guy I wanted. I fucked my way through most of the other twinks and young jocks available. I also made a bit of cash modelling and doing favours for older gents. Middle aged guys and old queens would pay me just to humiliate them. I found I really didn't have to do much; plenty of over 40s would be gagging for a whiff of a fit young lad's arsehole. Most of them just wanted to beat off while tonguing my pucker. Of course, there a sexy guys over 40 who I didn't demand a fee from. However in my experience, a lot of men passed the big 40 still really lust after the fresher meat on the scene and are willing to pay...
..and now, twenty four years since leaving school and my own salad scene days, these latter include me. I still hanker after fresh young bussy. I'm doing ok at 43, but a fit young buck I ain't anymore. I'm reduced to the position of those older dudes I used to tease and trade off. I cruise the parks and saunas now just like they did, flashing my middle aged schlong and arse in the hope of getting some fit lad's hole.
Anyway, last Saturday night I'm in one of the smaller gay saunas in town, wandering around looking for some action. The place is pretty full for the time. Most of the clientele are my age and older. The place stinks of poppers. The porn on the various screens is good; young Americans in jockstraps with firm butts and big dongs. My kinda thing. The topmost movie room is my favourite. Up there in the steamy darkness on the grotty PVC couches, guys can drop off their towels as we sit or stand wagging our langers or servicing each other as the porn plays out on the big screen.
So I'm there, front row, towel down, legs spread, man-meat out, just nonchalantly teasing it. A few other daddy types around me. We chat as we sniff poppers and jangle our cocks lusting at the hot young twunks bods and arses on screen. Then, turning around to see if any new faces have entered the room I- almost- lose control of my bowels at the sight; there standing at the back are two figures. One is a real vision. He could just as well have been among those on screen; a mouthwateringly gorgeous young jock of about 19- Blonde, toned, cute as fuck. The kind most of us there would pay considerable money to get our hands and lips on. My dick rocked up at the sight. But then, who's the figure beside him, evidently in the process of courting his favours?
Oh fuck. I recognise him. My old school nemesis. Andy.
The years have been kinder -- infuriatingly so -- to Andrew than they have to me. He still has a full head of hair, is without a trace of a beer gut, and looks tanned and relaxed. Actually, he looks pretty hot. Fuck. He's seen me.
