My experience at our first high school class reunion has me already looking forward to the next one. I had been apprehension about what it would be like not having seen most of my former classmates for ten years. Within a few hours being there the apprehensions were gone.
My twin brother whose is single and I elected to go together since it was a four hour drive. To cut expenses we also agreed to share a hotel room with two standard size beds assuming we would not spend much time using them, anyway. The room was a mini suite with the bedroom off to itself with a small living room with sofa, chair, tables and TV.
Kenny is 27, standing at six foot one, blond hair with blue eyes and with a fantastic form at one hundred and ninety five. He works at it a lot to keep the abs looking good.
I'm Cary with same eye and hair coloring. We are of Scandinavian descent. I'm five foot six weigh one hundred and eighteen pounds with a figure that guys stare at for a few seconds when first seeing it. I am single also.
We arrived at the hotel, checked in and then headed to the hotel's ballroom where the reunion festivities were to take place. The schedule was a two hour reception before a buffet dinner followed by a small business session and then the evening was open. There was a band for those desiring to shake it a little for the remainder of the night.
Kenny and I soon split after connecting with close friends we had in high school.
We graduated in a class of four hundred.
A sign on a table indicated two hundred and fifty had registered by mail and paid for the dinner. The bar was cash only.
Out of eight close girl friends that showed, four of us were single, two married and two engaged.
We managed to arrange a table for twelve of us.
Before sitting down to eat a guy who took my cherry in high school introduced himself. I did not recognize him because he had gone partially bald and gained fifty plus pounds. He had a nice head of black hair in high school. His name was Gary. He was not in many of my classes but we connected at a high school dance at the time by me spilling punch on him while trying to take a bite from a pizza slice.
Gary asked for a dance later and I promised him I would save one for him. Gary was married with one child two years old and his wife two weeks away from producing their second.
Jumping forward:
When Gary and I were dancing the 3rd or 4th time together to a slow snuggling dance, Gary whispered, "Cary is there any chance we could get it on later? I have not had sex in three weeks and seeing you is bringing back pleasant memories. God I'm so horny for you."
I replied, "Sure Gary that would be fun for old times. When I am ready to go to the room I will pick you up."
I received when of the tightest hugs ever and heard, "Thanks Cary, awesome."
The drinks must have been working because I had no guilt feelings knowing I was helping him cheat on his wife. I just remember awesome orgasms from him. He had a huge cock in high school.
Later I found Kenny, told him what was going to happen and to give me some privacy if Gary was still there making love to me.
When Gary and I danced again I asked him to come to my room twenty minutes after I left. I decided that would give me sufficient time to freshen up.
Gary was punctual. I was in a hotel white terry cloth robe with nothing underneath to interfere with getting it on when the time was right.
Gary was smiling when I opened the door. He was also showing a tent forming in the front of his trousers. Since Gary was dressed I decided to be aggressive and send the message that I desired to be fucked by his hidden lady pleaser.
I pushed him back against the door, threw my arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips immediately. His arms went around me, pulling me tight to him. His warm hands soon found the globes of my butt. I smiled internally as his hardening cock was pressing into my stomach. We got into the mood like we did when we were teenagers.
While kissing passionately my hands were busy undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, opening his belt, lowering the zipper slowly so there would not be any damage to the goods and reaching in to play with the cock that would soon be making me sail.
He returned the favor by opening my robe and letting his hands roam over my body intensifying my desire for him. God they felt so good. I was already feeling fluids flowing down my inner thighs from the anticipation of us being locked together in bed making each other feel good like we did twelve years earlier.
I broke the kiss, lowered my eyes, then worked on the trousers and slowly lowered them and being careful when I slid Gary's briefs down over his ridged cock. It looked larger than I remembered.
I was kneeling on the floor and staring at the rigid cock right in front of me as his trousers and briefs dropped below his knees to the floor.
I took my left hand and circled the pole as I sucked in one nut into my mouth. His scrotum was hairless and he had used an after shave on it which did not taste too bad.
He moaned and mumbled, "God Cary you have not lost your technique. I regret my wife doesn't like to do that, Mmmmm...mmmmm."
I wanted a good rump in the bed and figured I'd better blow him so he would last longer once we got into serious love making.
I dropped his ball and wrapped my warm wet lips over the cockhead. I listened to the groan which turned me on. I then continue to take as much of his meat as my mouth could and began to boob my head up and down.
Gary placed his hands on the top of my head and began some hip thrusting on his own. The slurping sounds were turning me on as well as the aroma from my leaking juices.
I used my middle finger of my right hand to massage my blood filled, hard clit as I was blowing Gary. The pace gradually picked up as well as the moans.
I used my other free hand to massage his balls, knowing when they lifted he would fire. That gave me a few seconds to prepare.
Soon the Gary's balls lifted, he tensed, growled with his cock harder than I remembered. If flexed and flexed; shooting lots of man juice down my throat. It hit hard. He sure had saved it for someone.