The class of 2001 20 year reunion was actually my husband Michael's event. I didn't even come into his life until 08 and was actually 2 years behind him, class of 03.
An adult education art class had convened at 7 p.m. on a Monday night at Sayville high school. My eyes held his eyes for a few seconds. My God he IS gorgeous. Is he single? He's every gay boy's dream.
Anyway we both had started to paint and paid little attention to one another until the break at 8 o'clock. My piece of work would turn out to be a cottage amid the trees. His was a seascape.
On our way out at 9 o'clock he engaged me in a conversation that lasted until he reached his car.
A recent Saturday morning in May finds me coming to the breakfast table to find Michael at the stove preparing eggs.
"My 20 year reunion is coming up. Are you interested in going?"
I don't know anyone from the class of 01. Besides, it's not even my school.
I asked, "when is the event."
"Second Saturday in September," he replied. "You can be my plus one."
"Were you out back then?"
"Not back then," he replied.
"What about now?"
"I'm out to a lot of people now, some of whom were friend's back in the day."
"In that case, I'd be happy to go."
Hubby set the breakfast plates on the table just like a waiter would do. Wearing just briefs, we sat down to eat. Meanwhile he gave me some details about the function.
"That's 4 months away."
"That's right," he replied.
"They're giving us a long time to think about it."
"They want my response by the end of June with money."
"We'll split the cost."
"Stevie I'll pay all of it. It's not even your class. Treat it like a date."
"Date night, That's something we haven't done in quite a while."
The second Saturday in September dawned bright and sunny. I rolled to my right giving Michael a nudge making him roll onto his back.
I asked, "are you psyched."
"I'm looking forward to it."
Mike had played sports back in the day. He would almost certainly gravitate to the former baseball and football jocks.
"My buddy Carl played O line on the football team. The last time we ran into each other I was a year and a half out of high school. I was on semester break. We were in the mall."
"What does he look like?"
"He's beefy, brown-eyes and black hair. I'll introduce you if he's there this afternoon."
Mike and I stood toe to toe in bathtub. As he lathered his body under the warm shower I took his penis with a loose grip. A few strokes made the organ go erect.
By 8 o'clock several minutes of hot sex in the bathroom had left us both satisfied. I put on black Levi slim fit jeans with a relaxed-fit white polo shirt.
"I like those jeans on you. They accentuate the curve of your ass nicely."
I chuckled at the remark then kissed hs lips.
Minutes before 1 o'clock Mike and I came into the hotel lobby and stopped to read the plaque giving directions. A short walk down the carpeted wide central corridor brought us to the Raines Room where several classmates had already gathered.
I looked around seeing simple inexpensive centerpieces, each being the school mascot atop a stack of textbooks bearing the name of a course. While I was checking out the centerpieces Michael was socializing.
About a half hour into the function an auburn-haired woman wearing a Tiel Multi tie-detail surplice dress approached Michael.
"It's so good to see you."
"Likewise," said my husband.
