This story pics up some 20 years later from my college and camping series. Scott and I lost contact after our college days, both moving in different directions and taking different jobs that led us to various parts of the country. Both married, both had kids, and just went on with life.
Thanks to social media, we actually stumbled across each other online. He had divorced after 17 years of marriage. I had also divorced after 18 years. We were both living in Texas, just in different parts of the state. He had recently moved to the Dallas area to be closer to his family. Since I had a business trip to the metroplex coming up, I suggested we meet for drinks and catch up.
I arrived in town on a Wednesday afternoon, called Scott and we decided to meet at my hotel for drinks, then go out for a bite to eat. Of course all of the things we had done over the years flooded back and I got a nice erection thinking about the old days. Not knowing how things would go, I felt it would be best not to talk about any of that and just stick to talking about life today.
We met in the bar at 6 that evening. Though we had both aged 20 years, we were still in decent shape. Both of us were about 6 feet, 185lbs, both had brown hair, though starting to show a little graying in the temples. Basically we had aged very well. We shook hands, then embraced, and patted each other on the back. We were truly very happy to see each other.
We ordered drinks and began catching up on our kids, failed marriages and work. When our second drink arrived, Scott was the first to bring up our past.
"Do you ever think about the old days, you know, when we were young and dumb?" he smiled.
"Of course!" I said, not sure if I should elaborate or not.
He laughed and said, "Me too, especially since my divorce." He stopped, looked around to make sure no one was too close to hear us, then added, "I have been playing around a little bit with a couple of guys that I met at online."
"Oh really?" I said, asking, "What do you mean playing around?"
He looked around again, "Well, I hadn't messed with a guy since college, and, well, I went online looking for a guy to get a blowjob from, and well, we've met up a few times and sucked each other off," he said, the went on, "nothing like we used to do, he's married and doesn't get a chance to meet often."
I smiled, my cock getting hard, "You said a 'couple of guys', who's the other one?"
"Caught that did you," he said, smiling, "Yeah, there is another guy that I have met up with a couple of times, same thing, but I let him fuck me," he replied in a whisper.
I leaned in closer, and said, "Did you like it?"
He nodded, tagging a big drink, then said, "Yes, it reminded me of the old days a lot! Except his dick isn't very big, only about five inches, but kinda thick." He smiled.
I glanced at his pants and saw the outline of his erection, I adjusted my own, letting him see that it was nice and hard. I then asked, "How many times have you messed with these guys?"
He took another drink, motioned to the waitress for two more, then replied, "Well, me and the first guy I mentioned have blown each other about five or six times, the other we blew each other three or four times and I've let him fuck me twice." He trailed off as the waitress approached with our drinks.
Once she walked away, he went on, "and I've fucked him once. There is another guy that I met about a week ago, we were going to meet tonight for the first time, but you called and I damn sure wasn't taking a chance on catching up with you!"
I smiled big and said, "well, thanks for choosing me over some random guy," he laughed and then I went on, "of course, it is kinda hot hearing about your adventures."
He grinned, then asked, "What about you, you doing anything with," he swallowed hard, "guys these days?"
I told him that I had never really stopped, that I had been doing bi things for years, even while married and that I had a couple of regular guys that I messed with too. I then got boulder and said, "I even have a crossdresser that I play with a few times a month."
His eyes were wide as he listened to my stories. I didn't give much detail, just talked in general terms about fucking and sucking various guys, girls, crossdresssers, a little about my bondage fun and my fetishes for pantyhose and cum.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "I guess after all I went through in college I thought it was out of my system until my divorce and I started watching gay porn online. I guess you never really get it out of your system," he said, smiling.
I motioned for the waitress to bring me our check. I then turned to Scott and said, "so, do you want to go to dinner first, or do you want to come up to my room and fool around?"
"Let's go upstairs," he replied quickly.
I signed the check and we headed to the elevator. Once inside, I turned to Scott and said, "I want you to submit to me fully, meaning that you do whatever I say. deal?"
He seemed to think this over for a few minutes, then replied, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say, on one condition," he waited, I nodded, "you let me cum at least once," he smiled.
"Deal!"
We walked into my room and I pushed Scott up against the wall as the door closed. I kissed him, he opened his mouth and received my tongue as our tongues teased each other. I kept him against the wall as one hand stroked his head, the other felt his hard cock between his legs.
I broke the kiss and said, "take of your clothes."
He immediately started by pulling off his shirt and kicking off his shoes at the same time. He then dropped his jeans and kicked them off. His seven inch cock was fully erect and sticking straight out from his closely trimmed cock hair.
"Now, undress me," I said. He pulled my shirt over my head, then bent down and pulled off my shoes. He stood up and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, sliding them down my legs. My eight inch cock throbbed and bobbed up and down in front of him.
He wrapped his hand around my cock and began to slowly stroke me. I moaned and said, "Suck it."
He dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. He could easily fit six or so inches in, and then he gagged slightly, he pulled back off and slowed moved my cock back into his mouth. Slowly, he sucked and swallowed my cock, taking time to also lick and suck my balls and kiss the shaft and head. I moved to the bed and laid back as he climbed up and took me into his mouth again.
He sucked me just as good as he had twenty years before, taking most of my cock into his mouth, and then back out. He kept this up for more than ten minutes and I felt my cum beginning to boil. I pushed his head off of my cock.
"Roll over," I ordered. He did and I straddled his face, my cock inches from his mouth. I then bent down and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He took the hint and swallowed my cock again. We both sucked each other slowly, when I felt myself getting close, I pulled out and would move off of him too, knowing he had to be close too.
We kept this up for at least twenty minutes. Then I moved off of him and turned around and kissed him on the lips again. We kissed for several minutes, both moaning into the others mouth. I broke the kiss and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now."
He nodded and slid off the bed, getting a bottle of anal lube that I had brought with me, not sure I'd be using it on him, but knowing I would be using it at some point. I squirted the lube over his anus, then inserted the tip into his hole and squirted some of it into him.
I slowly rubbed the warming lubricant up and down the crack of his ass, slowly, making sure to get it all around the hole. He moaned as I slowly inserted a finger tip into him. I pushed the finger into him until it was past the second knuckle. I then began to finger fuck him slowly as he moaned and slid his ass closer to my hand.
After several minutes, I slid a second finger in, now pumping both fingers in and out a little faster and a little harder. He moaned again and said, "Please fuck me, please, I need your cock."
I added a third finger which made him gasp and then began pumping all three in and out. He was very tight and it my pumping was having a nice effect on his hole, I could feel it beginning to loosen up around my fingers. He continued moaning, pumping his ass towards my ramming fingers.
I slowly eased my fingers out, I then lifted his legs up over my shoulders and placed the head of my hard cock at his entrance.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked, "are you ready for my cock Scott?"
"Yes," he gasped through a moan, "Yes! Please fuck me!"
As my cock entered his tight asshole he sucked in and gasped, "OH FUCK YES!"
I pushed slowly, but with force until the entire length of my cock was embedded in his ass. He moaned deeply as I entered him, soon, my balls rested against the bottom of his ass cheeks. I waited a minute or two, letting his butt adjust to the size of my cock being in him and then slowly began to pull out of him, and then slowly back in.
His own cock was semi erect and oozing precum all over his close cropped crotch hair. I reach down and began to stroke him as I picked up the speed of my fucking.
"Do you like my cock in your ass?" I asked, breathing harder and harder.
He moaned, "Hell YES! I fucking love your cock!"
"Do you want my cum in your butthole?" I groaned.