High Class Reunion (part one)
By Sasha Steele
It was all too familiar a story. Josh, high school football hero. Played a bit of college ball. Got injured and had to give it up. Married the head of the cheer leading squad who turned out to be a bitch. Quick divorce. Favourite joke - How come divorces are so expensive? Because they're fucking worth it! Josh had a lousy job, no money and was going nowhere.
Sad, because Josh had always been the main man, the bully beater, the buck stops here guy. So maybe he decided to go to the high school reunion just to relive his glory days. Who knows? But he went. It had been ten years since they'd graduated and he'd not kept in touch with anyone.
Everybody was either fat or more fucked up than Josh, so the reunion was a dud, except for one first class act. She arrived in a limo for starters. Could have been a rental. She might have been one of those phony bitches. Her big tits were phony. That's for sure. They must have cost a fortune. And the markup was plastered on.
She had a voluptuous figure - meaning built like a brick shit house to most guys and fat to all those catty bitches snickering behind her back, jealous because their husbands or boyfriends were paying more attention to her than them. She was dressed like a high class hooker too, with black super high heeled stilettos, long blond hair down to her big round ass, super short skirt up to her ass. The tops of her black nylon stockings flashed. A bit of her black bra showed as her big tits overflowed the short tight black dress she had on.
Josh didn't know her from Adam, so imagine his surprise when she sashayed over and spoke to him.
"Hello Josh," she said. "Do you remember me?"
"I'm sorry. You are?"
"Tori."
The sexy blond held out her hand. Josh took it and lightly shook it. She did look vaguely familiar. But really he didn't have a clue who she was. Tori saw his confusion and giggled. Leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
"Don't worry, it'll come to you," Tori whispered.
Then she clicked away on her stilettos, big shapely ass swaying sensually side to side as she walked. The guys were all over it. Who the hell is she? Were the hell is she from? They didn't know either. Still they were damn sure Josh was gonna get laid. How they were sure he didn't know. Looking at their partners though, he thought maybe they just needed the fantasy. Divorces are expensive boys, but worth it.
Josh mingled a bit, got bored, left. Half way down the hall he heard the click of stilettos behind him. He stopped, turned around. It was Tori, her heels and wiggling walk making it difficult to catch him up. Josh waited. Tori was out of breath when she reached him.
"I thought we could go for drink," she said, "and, you know, reminisce about old times."
"I'm sorry Tori. Perhaps I should, but I just don't remember you."
"You don't remember saving my life?"
Now, Josh was a jock in high school, which meant a lot of drunken debauchery, a lot of lost memories, a lot of hangovers. But surely he would have remembered saving Tori's life. He didn't.
"No I don't."
Tori hooked her arm through Josh's.
"Let's get that drink then, and I will tell you all about it."
The limo was legit. Tori was filthy rich, as they say. They went to one of the high class bars in town that Josh couldn't afford to frequent and they talked.
Tori hadn't made her fortune in porn, her money came from her late husband. She had got her start in porn though. Ten years ago, Tori was billed as Dicktoria - the biggest cocked shemale to come along in a decade. Her career didn't last long, maybe because she was fat back then. Who knows. But Tom, Tori's deceased husband was her biggest supporter. Very ill and wanting Tori to be financially secure, Tom had talked Tori into marrying him.
Free, and rich enough to do what ever she pleased, Tori had lost a ton of weight, payed a fortune getting work done to further enhance her beauty and had flown half way across the country just to come here and see him. Josh almost fell off his chair when Tori told him why.
It was in the last year of high school. The old locker room was in a decrepit corner of the old gym that is now long gone. The walls were full of holes. They'd suspected someone had been spying on them through one particular hole in the showers. One day after a hard practice Josh was taking a shower when he felt some one's eyes on him. He had to find out who.
Soaking wet Josh quickly donned a pair of track pants and ran to the abandoned room behind the shower area. He was followed by two of his team mates. They all suspected one of the cheerleaders and wanted to know which one it was. Each had their favourite suspect. The door was locked.
"I know where there's a key," one team mate said and took off.
"I'll try the other side," said the other and he too left.
Standing there alone Josh heard a muffled crash from inside. He put his powerful shoulder to the door and it flew open. Josh went in, turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Not one of the cheer leaders, but a temporary transfer student they all made fun of. The fat sissy boy had tried to escape through a window to the roof. The baggy track pants he wore had caught on a nail and pulled half off revealing a pair of pink panties covering his big ass. Josh grabbed hold his leg and yanked him back. The sissy half turned toward him and Josh couldn't help but notice the massive cock in his panties, still in semi erection.
Tears flowed down the sissy's face.
"Please," he begged, "please let me go."
To this day Josh doesn't know why he did it. For sure his team mates would have badly beaten the sissy and made his life hell. Josh was tough. But he wasn't mean. He unhooked the sissy boy's sweat pants. There was a blind area to left outside on the roof. Josh told him to hide there. He had to lock the window but would return shortly to let him back in.
His team mates arrived just as Josh locked the window. They surmised he had broken in. Nothing could stop Josh when he's determined. Josh opened the window and looked out. Saw nothing. Locked it again.
"See anybody?"
Josh shook his head.
"It was locked anyway," he said. "I don't know. I just had the feeling someone was in here," he said. "Sure would like to catch her."
"Me too," the others both agreed.
Josh finished up in the locker room. Got dressed. Made sure everybody was gone. Went back and opened the window. He helped the fat sissy, Tormaine, back inside. Tormainewasn't the least bit athletic. It was difficult to get him through the window and down on his feet. His baggy sweat shirt rode up. Tormaine was wearing a pink brassier as well. At least he'd stopped crying.
"Alright. Josh said. What the hell are you up to?"
Tormaine looked at the floor.
"I- I just wanted to see your muscles. I'm sorry. Please don't tell."
"Go get dressed," Josh told him. "I'll wait for you outside.
A short while later Tormaine came waddling out. His blond hair was longish. He was dressed in tight blue jeans, black boots and a black nylon three quarter jacket. Josh wondered if he still had on the pink panties and bra. Tormaine got in the car and they drove off.
"Look," Josh said. "I don't care if your gay, but If you get caught spying in there you could get hurt."
"I'm not gay," Tormaine mumbled.
Josh glanced at him.
"Sure you are. Why deny it."
Tormaine started to cry again.
"I'm afraid," he said.
Josh felt sorry for him. At the school, they were cruel, even the girls. An oddball of any sort didn't stand a chance.
"Look Tormaine, Josh said. "I know its hard to stand up against all those assholes. Lay low to be safe. That's all. But don't deny your own nature."
Josh dropped Tormaine off at his place just around the corner from his own.
"You still wearing those pink panties and bra?" Josh asked.
Tormaine shook his head. He was.
"If you want to see my muscles," Josh said, "come around to the gym in my garage. I'll be training in an hour or so. You can wear your panties and bra if you like. It's okay."
An hour later Tormaine tapped on the door of Josh's garage gym. Josh let him in and locked the door behind him. Tormaine had changed into a grey track suit.
"I told them I was going to workout," Tormaine giggled, "but I'm not. I'm just watching. And see."
Tormaine unzipped his track top part way to show he was wearing a lacy black brassier.
"Black panties too," Tormaine added.
"Glad to see your not denying your nature," Josh told him.
Then Josh stripped down to his trunks to workout. Tormaine watched Josh work his muscles. Josh tried to concentrate on lifting weights, but Tormaine was distracting. Never mind that Tormaine had a huge erection in his tight track pants but Josh was getting one in his speedos. Josh set down the weights and came over to where Tormaine was sitting.
"This isn't going to work," he said.
Then Josh took off his speedos and his cock sprang to full attention.
He drew Tormaine to his feet. Unzipped his tracksuit and slid it down Tormaine's fat arms. Tormaine seemed afraid. Started to speak but Josh put a finger to his lips to stop him. Josh took down Tormaine's track pants, sinking onto his knees as did so.
The massive erection in Tormaine's lacy black panties extended sideways against his fleshy pubis mound along the underside of his fat stomach, its hard nob at the right side of his heavy hips. The thick shaft looked at least ten inches long.
Josh brought his lips to it. Tormaine hissed as Josh kissed his hard cock through his panties. Josh moved his lips along the shaft to its head. There was a wet patch where Tormaine's precum had seeped through. Josh took the cock head into his mouth and Tormaine reacted with a loud moan.
Removing Tormaine's cock from the confines of his panties Josh saw that it was truly magnificent, long and thick and he had a huge scrotum. Josh took the big cock into his mouth and gave Tormaine the first blow job he'd ever had.
That was the first and only cock that Josh had ever sucked, although he had fantasized many more. Don't deny your own nature he had told Tormaine, when in fact Josh had denied his all along. Josh suspected that was why his marriage had broken up. Tormaine's temporary placement at the school ended shortly thereafter. Josh never heard from again, till now. Only now he was Tori and not Tormaine.
Tormaine.
End of part one