Ten Years Later

Ten Years Later 2

Ten Years Later II
"Fantasy Becomes Reality"
By Joey E

Well, here is the second installment of my new Adult Friends story, "Ten Years Later". I hope you enjoyed the first part. I'd like to give special thanks to Adam for helping me edit this story. As always, thanks for all the responses. I enjoy the feedback. Again, this story is about two young men, getting it on. If you don't like it, leave. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas0, then leave too. Copyright 2005. All rights reserved. No unauthorized reproduction is permitted without the consent of the author.

The next morning, I woke up with the sun in my eyes. I squinted my eyes to see the clock on the digital cable box which indicated 10:30AM. I stumbled off the couch and headed straight to the bathroom to take a piss. As I came back out, Paul was up too in the kitchen, getting a glass of water.

"Hey," he said. "You sleep all right?"

"Yeah," I said, walking over to where I slept and sat back down.

He walked into the living room and sat down in the chair that was next to the couch.

"Well, at least we didn't have to deliver papers," he said, grinning. We both had morning paper routes growing up. Whenever we'd sleep over, we'd deliver both routes together.

"True."

We sort of lounged around his apartment for about two hours, watching a movie on HBO. It was nice to just relax with nothing to do.

"So, did you want to get some breakfast?" he asked as the credits started to roll.

"Sure. Mind if I use your shower before we go?" I asked.

"You know where it is."

As I stepped in the shower, my mind traveled back to last night. I had made up my mind then that I was not going to call Jason before he left. If he really did want to get together, then he could call me. Even though, I did say I would call him before I left. I was determined not to let this ruin my weekend with my old pal. Though the thought of being with my high school fantasy guy was still in my mind.

We got showered and changed and went to the local diner where we had eaten hundred times before.

"So, Joe, are you seeing anyone now?" he asked, after we ordered our food.

As I said before, Paul was a homophobe. I didn't think he was just a homophobe because he was secretly gay. I knew that wasn't the case. Just his family and his catholic upbringing. So I had never revealed to him that I was gay. Nor did I want to.

"Nah, not really," I said, taking a quick sip of my water at the table.

"Well, that sucks," he said.

"But, that doesn't mean I'm not getting any either," I said, with a wicked grin.

He laughed. "I figured as much."

Next subject please, I thought to myself.

"So, when is Dawn coming home?"

"Not until later tonight. Did you want to stick around to see her? Like I said before, I got to be at work at 2PM, but I'll be done by ten. You're welcome to stay another night if you want."

"Nah, that's all right. I would like to see her, but if you're going to work this afternoon, I might as well head home after this. Besides I've got a gig tomorrow afternoon and I've got to do stupid shit like food shopping and laundry before the weekend ends."

"That's cool. Yeah, we'll just make it for another time," he said.

After returning to his place, he got ready for work while I packed up my shit.

"You got everything?" he asked, coming out in his work garb. He worked at an auto parts distributor.

"Yeah, I think so," I said, feeling my pockets for my keys and wallet.

He walked me out and we said our goodbyes and I was on my way. I took a long detour through my old home town before I left. I like to just drive sometimes to see what has changed and what hasn't. Just as I was stopped at the traffic light to turn on to the entrance ramp of the highway to leave, my cell phone started vibrating in my pocket. I dug it out, and looked at the display.

"Oh fuck," I muttered as I saw who was calling.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Yo Joey! You still in town?" the voice asked.

"Oh hey, Jason. Yeah, but I was just about to leave town actually."

"Aw, man, come on! You should've called me. I wanted to hang out with you, bro."

That was Jason, always upbeat and full of energy. My friends and family said the same thing about me, but he was at a higher level than even me.

"Well, what did you have in mind?" I asked, checking my rear-view mirrors to see if I could get out of the turn-only lane.

"Just come over to my place, dude. We can decide then. I'm free all day. Two of my buds stayed over from the reunion. But they're just about to head out. Come on over!"

"Dude, I don't even know where you live!" I said, as I turned on my signal light. The light turned green and the person in the other lane behind me let me in. I waved thanks.

"Oh, yeah," he said, chuckling. "I guess I need to give you directions."

"Yeah, that would be helpful."

I knew from last night that he still lived in town, but I didn't exactly know where. He told me the apartment complex he lived in and I was shocked.

"Damn, I used to deliver papers there!" I exclaimed. "I know you're at.. I guess I'll be there in about ten minutes then."

"You guess, bro?" he asked laughing.

"I'll be there, dude."

As I was driving, I thought to myself, what the fuck am I doing? We hardly ever hang out when we were in high school. We have absolutely nothing in common. The only reason I could think that he would want to hang out with me was to have me blow him. Maybe that's why I wanted to go. All I knew is that this could turn out to be quite interesting. I sighed and drove on to actually the neighborhood I used to live in. The apartments were in back of the neighborhood, which made it easy to deliver papers. I tried to remain calm, but my dick was rising to the excitement of the possibility that I was going to finally live out my fantasy. As I walked to his door, I began to have second thoughts about this whole thing. But, I rang his doorbell anyway. I heard him walking down the steps. He opened the door, dressed in a wife-beater and sweats. Man, he still looked good. His blue eyes shined as he grinned at me.

"You made it, Joey," he said. Funny, no one called me Joey anymore. I didn't dislike the name, but Joey always made me sound like a little kid. And it didn't help the fact that I did look like a little kid. He extended his hand and I shook it firmly.

"Come on up!" he said, stepping aside to let me walk by him. I entered the door way and walked up the steps. He closed the door and walked up the steps behind me.

As I made it to the top of the steps, I turned around, waiting for him to pass me.

"Go on in, man, make yourself at home," he said, waiting for me to go first.

I did. To be honest, I was surprised at his place. I knew these apartments were big, even the one bedrooms were big. I was surprised too at the fact that it wasn't a sloppy mess. He had a big, flat-screen TV with a decent entertainment system. It was furnished nicely as well.

"Nice place you got here," I said, still looking around.

"Yeah, I've lived here for about two years now. Well, sit down, bro," he said, pointing to the couch.

Just then, another guy appeared from the hallway.

"Yo Jason," he said. I recognized the guy from high school. "Oh hey, Joe," he said, noticing me for the first time.

"Hey Mark," I said.

You wanna talk about a hottie? Mark was it. Man, he was a hottie. Jason was hot in his own right, but Mark was a hottie. However, Mark and I had little or no interaction at all through school, so I never knew him too well. By now, though, I was feeling a little uncomfortable. I remained standing.

"So, Jay, I'm gonna be jettin' too. Thanks for letting me crash here," he said.

"Hey no problem, man. You're always welcome to my couch. Let me know when you'll be back in town," Jason said, walking him to the door.

"Make sure he behaves," Mark said, before he turned to walk down the steps.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Jason said, pushing him out the doorway.

"See you later, Joe," Mark said.

Jason came back up and looked at me, still standing like an idiot. I wasn't quite sure what to do now.

"Joey, boy, sit down! Make yourself comfortable!"

I sat down on his couch and he sat down on the Lazy-Boy recliner. As soon as he sat down, his hand went down to his package and he adjusted himself. God, that always turned me on to see a hot guy adjust himself like that. He noticed my reaction and grinned.

I noticed his scent, smelling like he had just gotten out of the shower.

"You want anything to drink?" he asked, getting back up to walk to the kitchen.

"Uh, yeah, a coke would be fine," I said, looking up at him. I noticed, and who couldn't help noticing, his package looked like it was swinging freely in his sweats. This was not right.

"Aw, a coke man? Have a beer! Relax!" he yelled from the kitchen. He came back with two beers in his hand and sat back down.

Well, who was I to turn down a cold one? He handed me one. "Okay, thanks," I said.

What the hell was I doing here? I couldn't think of one thing to say. I opened up the bottle and took a swig.

"So, Joey, you have a good time last night?" he asked.

"Yeah, I had a fun time. Though I have to admit, I was kind of surprised to run into you like that."

"Why me?" he asked, amused. "Well, actually I was kind of surprised to run into you, too."

"Yeah, its like seeing all those people brought back memories I had thought I'd forgotten."

"I know what you mean, bro."

We made small talk for the next few minutes about what I was doing, where I lived, what he was doing, and all that shit. And damn it, if he didn't sit there and grab and manipulate his cock through the whole conversation. But then again, I wasn't surprised. He was just like that in high school too. I hope he didn't do that in front of his students though.

"Do you remember your senior year bro? You were undefeated in wrestling."

"Well, I lost one match," I answered.

"But you were awesome on the mat," he said, grinning. "You had some good moves and you were so quick."

"Dude, I couldn't even wrestle until I was senior," I said.

"I know, but you were fuckin' awesome in middle school too. How much do you weigh now?"

"One twenty," I answered.

"What were you back then?"

"One hundred."

"Put on twenty pounds since then eh?" he asked, still smiling.

"Yeah, I worked out some in college, but haven't been to the gym since. But I still managed to retain the weight."

"That's all right, bro. I gained about forty pounds since high school, and not all of it's muscle," he said, lifting up his shirt. It was true. The six pack that once was there was not as defined as it used to be.

I laughed at him because I was uncomfortable. I lifted my t-shirt up and showed him my six pack, which I thought was better than ever.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, extending his arm. He ran his hand up and down my abs. "You don't work out anymore?"

"Nope, it's all natural, dude."

"Shut up," he said, taking back his hand. "I hate guys like you!"

I chuckled and said, "Well, you still work out, don't you?"

"Yeah, I love it, bro. I can work out at the school gym for free. Gotta look good if I'm a Phys Ed teacher."

The conversation stopped for a brief moment after that. He looked me straight in the eyes, and I turned away.

"Bet you wouldn't mind seeing me without my shirt on...."

I snapped my head back towards him. "Shut up, dude."

"What?" he asked innocently.

"If you just invited me over here to fuckin' repeat what you put me through in middle school, then I'm gettin' the fuck out," I said, getting up. "I don't care how hot the fuck you are...uh think you are....."

Talk about putting my foot in my mouth. He grinned at me again. The grin brought me back to a time in the past. The first time I ever saw him naked, changing in the locker room in high school.

We had to take a swim test every year to see if we qualified to skip the swim portion of gym class. Some how, I managed to sit on the same bench that he did in the locker room. I was a freshman, and so was he. He was talking and carrying on with a bunch of his jock friends, while I was a little uneasy about getting changed in front of these giant jock boys. I was tempted to move to another area, but I just decided to get changed as fast as I could and get the hell out of there. I tried not to look. I tried not to notice. But there he was right next to me, slipping off his shorts. He stood there, as if to say look at me, I'm beautiful. He was wearing nothing but a jock and he shucked that off too. He just kept carrying on with his buds, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I was young back then, not realizing that this was not curiosity, but an attraction. I just remember seein' his hairy crotch and his cock, which looked incredibly big back then. I even thought I saw it starting to expand by the time he shoved it into his swimsuit. He turned back to me and caught me looking. He didn't say a word. He just grinned as if to say, I know what you're doing, and I caught you.

That was the same smirk that was on his face now. It was a repeat of high school all over again. Funny thing, he was rumored to be bisexual, but I never had the balls to ask him back then. And even if he was, the school just laughed it off. Luckily, his torments of me was mostly done quietly and privately. At least he had the decency to know to do it when there wouldn't be attention drawn to us.

"Joey," he said. "Come on man, I'm just teasing you."

I quickly got out of my fog and returned to the current times. "Dude, don't you think we're a little old to be teasing? I'm not a young, skinny ass kid anymore."

"I know that. You've developed into a hottie, bro. No one would deny that."

"What makes you so fuckin' sure that I would love to see you with your shirt off?"

"Come on, man. I know it. I can see it in how you look at me. It's the same look you had fourteen years ago."

He moved in closer to me. He grabbed my package and looked me straight in the eyes.

"So, what's it gonna be homo?" he asked.

Something was not quite right with this picture. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand off of me. .

"It's gonna be that I'm leaving now," I said, getting up.

He stood up and blocked my way.

"Don't leave," he whispered.

"Dude, get out of my way," I said, looking him straight in his eyes....those beautiful blue eyes.

"Come on, dude, lighten up! I've waited ten years to see you again!"

"What the fuck is this all about? You want me to admit to you that I'm a faggot? Then yes, I'm gay! Do you want me to admit that I was attracted to you in school? Then yes, I admit it. Do you want me to admit to you that I still fantasize about you? Then yeah I do. So, there, you got all you need to know. You were right all along, asshole."

Jason just smiled at me. "I know I'm right."

I didn't care how good looking he was. I didn't like this situation one bit. I started to push him out of the way.

"Woah, Joey, calm down. What the fuck is with you?" he asked as he pushed back.

"Let me out," I said, firmly, pushing even harder.

"Do you know what you need?" he asked with authority.

"Fuck you!" I snarled back.

"No, no," he said, wrapping his arms around me. He still had a fuckin' grin on his face. "You need this."

I saw his face coming towards mine. I had fantasized about this moment for years, but now I could think of nothing but getting away from this freak. He grabbed the back of my head. I felt him trying to pull me into him, but his strength was too much for me to handle. I felt his lips pressed up against mine. I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth, but I would not open my mouth. I felt his other hand go down and grab my ass as he was still forcing me to kiss him.

I finally managed to push him off of me and I did the only thing I could think of at that moment. I spit in his face.

"Get the fuck away from me," I said.

He was still grinning, not moving an inch.

I turned my back on him and started to walk out the door. I had to get away. I didn't like his approach. But then, I felt him wrap his arm around my waist.

"You still cute as hell, Joey," he whispered into my ear before he flicked my earlobe with his tongue.

That was it. That was all he needed to do. My weak spot. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. I felt his hard cock pressed up against my ass.

"Am I really in your fantasies still?" he asked, with the slightest bit of uncertainty.

I shook my head yes.

"Relax, bro. Let it happen," he said, as he slipped his hand up my t-shirt.

By this time, needless to say, I was rock hard. Here was this guy who I drooled over growing up, in front of me, feeling me up. I turned around to face him. He looked into my brown eyes. I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into me. He wrapped his arms around me as well and we kissed. This time, I forced my tongue in his mouth and he enthusiastically sucked on it.

He turned around, sat back down on the couch, and pulled me down on top of him. Throwing all caution to the wind, I pulled off his wife-beater, exposing his muscular, slightly furry chest. I licked my lips and swooped my head down. I ran my tongue between his pecs, tasting his clean body. He moaned as I flicked his nipple with my tongue. I looked up at him while I licked across his mounds of muscle and he smiled down at me. He lifted his right arm up, exposing his hairy pit. I dove right into it, tasting it.

"Aw, shit, Joey, that feels good..."

"Yeah? You like that?" I asked, looking back up at him.

"Oh yeah, baby. Do it some more."

And so I did. Meanwhile, his hand was traveling down my back. I moved next to him on the couch, still licking his pit to get closer to him. His hand moved down my back, underneath my shorts and boxers.

"Oh, man, you always had such a fuckin' hot ass," he said, as his hand grabbed a cheek.

I traveled up his chest again to his neck, sucking lightly as I moved up to his face. He grabbed the back of my head and we kissed again. I climbed on top of him and sat in his lap as we made out. He shifted around so that he was lying down and drew me down on top of him. His rock hard cock was pressed up against mine as we made out some more and grinded together.

"Fuck," I whispered.

"Yeah, bro. Damn, you've got a fuckin' tight body!"

"Aw, yeah, I fuckin' been wanting this ever since I met you, dude," I said.

"Get up, bro. Lie back," he said, pushing me up off of him.

I did as he asked and he ravished my body with his hands, mouth, and tongue. He ripped off my t-shirt and ran his tongue down my six-pack stomach. He then went straight for my pits, which absolutely drove me wild.

"Fuck!" I cried out as I felt him suck on my left nipple. He grabbed my crotch and began stroking on my cock through my shorts.

"Can I see this?" he asked, grabbing my cock.

"Uh, sure, man. Whip it out. It's all yours, dude!" I said, grinning.

He unbuttoned my shorts and drew them down to my knees. He motioned me to lift up my ass as he tore down my boxers as well.

"Mmm..." he murmured. "I want to taste this.

He began to stroke my 6" cock as he leaned down and began to kiss my inner thighs. Well, there was no question that he enjoyed fooling around with guys and there was no question that he had his share of guys too. He kissed my balls, licking his way up my shaft.

"Aw...come on, dude, take my cock!" I said, frustrated.

His mouth was immediately on my cock, sucking it like there was no tomorrow. His oral technique was amazing. He knew all the tricks, ranking him up there as giving me one of the best blow jobs of my life. I looked down at him, going to town on my erect cock. It was a such a turn on to see this hunky ex-high school jock going down on me. He pulled on my balls as he kept sucking, taking it all the way down his throat.

"Fuck....aw...shit...man....take it!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, man, I want that load," he said, before he resumed sucking on my stiff prick.

"Keep that up, and I won't last that long!"

"Mm hmm!" he said, while sucking on it.

I grabbed the back of his head and began to fuck his face. Surprisingly, he got even more into it.

"Fuck man, take my cock!" I yelled out.

"Yeah, that's it, feed it to me."

"Oh, yeah, I'll bet you've thought about me fucking your face many times before," I said, really getting into this scene.

"Mm hmm!"

"Yeah, looks like I wasn't the only one checking a guy out, was I?"

He shook his head no.

"Come on, Jason, dude, take it. I'm gonna blow soon!"

He lifted his mouth of my cock. "Yeah, Joey, I want it. Feed it to me."

"Yeah, you fuckin' cum slut. You want my load? Gotta big one for you," I said, again grabbing the back of his head and feeding my cock down his throat.

I felt that feeling inside me. Deep within. I looked down at his fuckin' hot body and that was all I need to send me over the edge.

"Dude you ready?" I grunted.

He sucked harder. I took that as a yes.

"Here it comes!" I yelled out. I couldn't control myself. I grunted as I shot out the first spurt in his mouth. His fuckin' hot mouth on my cock, sucking it out. I felt at least three more strong shots shoot out. He kept sucking on it like a pro, making me wither away as the orgasm subsided. Finally, I had to pull it out of his mouth.

He looked up at me and smiled, licking his lips. He licked the last drop of cum off my cock head.

"Mmm...nice, bro," he said.

"Oh man," I sighed. " That was fucking incredible!"

"Better than what you ever dreamed about?" he asked.

"Yeah," I laughed. "Aw, man..."

I wept the sweat off my forehead.

Jason got up and started walking towards the hallway.

"Where you going dude?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Oh," he said, with a chuckle. "I err...sort of have to go clean up..."

"Huh?" I asked, sitting up.

"Well, I sort of....uh....here, look..." he said, pointing to the wet spot in his sweats.

"You shot your load already?" I asked.

"I couldn't help it, bro. You really got me going, Joey. I mean, let's be honest, you're not the only one who fantasized about you and me gettin' it on. I'll be right back..."

"Get your ass over here," I said, not wanting to pass up this opportunity to see my fantasy boy naked.

"Huh?"

"Dude, I want to taste you. I don't care if you shot or not. I just want to taste that fuckin' cock," I said, getting up.

He grinned and walked back over, pulling his sweats down to his ankles. I knelt in front of him and lick up all the sperm that I could find. His semen tasted different, but I liked it. His cock was still semi-erect and his balls were fuckin' huge low-hanger. I licked them, and cleaned his cock off.

"Shit, dude, be careful, I'm sensitive now..." he said, pulling my head up off of him. "Trust me, it felt good, but I'm so fuckin' sensitive after I shoot."

I knew what he meant. I was the same way. He went to his bedroom to get rid of his wet sweats so I gathered myself up and pulled my shorts back up. I was searching for my t-shirt when Jason came back into the room, naked, but with some clothes in his hand.

I found my t-shirt and put it on over my head. He set his shorts down and proceeded to put on his jock. God he looked so sexy in his jock. Just like he used to. That smooth, well-defined body of his only looked better with age. I could've just licked his chest all over with my tongue. But, that time was over. I was getting ready to leave when he stopped me.

"Hey, you're not leaving yet, are you?" he asked, sounding actually hurt that I would even think about leaving.

So, there you have it. Part II. Please send all comments and complaints to NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com Thanks for dropping by!