Thirty-Fifth Reunion
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
I am Rob London. I had just sold my real estate company, and was looking forward to a more relaxed life when I got the notice of the 35th Reunion of my high school class. I hadn't been to a reunion before. My high school years had been good, but I moved away for college and never looked back.
I had done well academically in high school, but my interests were not typical teenage interests. I liked academics and a social life was incidental. I got along with everyone, but wasn't close to many. One of my teachers referred to me as a self starter.
Unexpectedly I was made the student manager for the football team. That position had nothing to do with managing. Along with the assistant manager, Tommy, and the ball boy, Dennis, our job was to help team members get a "C" average to maintain eligibility to play.
Several years earlier there had almost been a scandal because the Manager was actually doing the players' homework. We were to be only a tutor.
I worked with four players: Butch, Wally, Washington and Dudley. They came from what my parents called difficult family situations. All but Dudley would be the first member of their families to graduate from high school. Being the Manager was not a dream job for me, but I never considered saying no to a request from the Principal.
In one way I was lucky. The four guys loved being on the team. This was the only way they could be stars in our school. In the high school prestige battle between the valedictorian and a quarterback, the valedictorian was not even considered. Being a "brain" was social suicide.
Unexpectedly I was a good tutor. I am straight forward and direct. I also explain things. That was a success. I knew the teachers and personally tested well. I had a good sense of what would likely be on a test. That payed off. Two guys Tommy and Dennis were helping other team members. The three of us were good at it and we helped each other out.
We got along well with the team members and they all maintained eligibility. Washington and Butch actually got a B on a few tests. I tutored in a room off the locker and shower area. I saw a lot of naked guys before and after my tutoring sessions. I looked forward to that, but I never went out of my way to see them naked.
Of course we got no recognition from the school for our work. They didn't want the public to know. The students we helped appreciated our work, as did some of the parents, most noticeably Washington's dad.
I went of to college and did well. After graduation I became a real estate agent in a New York suburb. I eventually owned the firm. While I was successful, it was demanding. It was a solid eight hours a day plus showings in the evenings and on weekends.
I knew a number of gay men professionally. I was never forward, but I connected with several men. It was purely a friends with benefits situation. This might have caused a problem with my wife. Once we had two children her interest in me diminished. She had developed her own life assuming I was away on a showing. I should have noticed I was playing a smaller and smaller part in her life, but I didn't notice. Once the kids went to college, we divorced.
I understood her. Her father died and left her independently wealthy. My daughter married well and my son was in Europe in the diplomatic service. They were settled and my wife no longer needed me or my income.
I retired. I had a large firm and I had some good people who needed to move up. If I stayed they would leave me. If I reduced my role in the firm, they would stay and the firm would grow. Retirement was a good move for all of us.
When I received an invitation to my 35th reunion, I decided to attend. My parents had moved to Florida twenty years earlier. I now had the free time and I thought it might be nice to visit my former home. I didn't expect much, but I thought it might be interesting.
The reunion started with a picnic-pool party at a country club. I hadn't seen most of the people in years, but Butch, Wally, Washington and Dudley were there as were Tommy and Dennis. I actually could recognize them. Thirty-five years had not been kind to many of my classmates. My guys were in pretty good shape. Given that the athletes had been considered hopeless in school, they had done well in life.
Butch was a cop, Washington was the Director of Public Works, Wally was a carpenter and Dudley worked as a forest ranger. Tommy was a retired school teacher and Dennis was a minister. Dennis was the only one who was still married. The rest were single or divorced.
It was the week after the 4th of July so it was hot as hell. As is the case with middle aged people, most went into the club house to play a pub-quiz game with questions from our school days. The ones who still had presentable bodies went to the pool. Everyone who could swim went to the changing room to get into our trunks. My friends and I had the pool pretty much to ourselves.
I was embarrassed that I gave the men's cocks a serious look. I didn't need to be embarrassed. I wasn't the only one looking. I have average equipment, but Butch, Washington, and Dennis were impressive. We had a good time in the pool. For years I had been a member of the YMCA and had been swimming three times a week. While I would not win the Mr. America contest, I deserved a second look.
It was a good afternoon. We combined swimming, splashing around and catching up on three decades of news. Butch knew everyone who had been naughty or nice. Of course he knew who had been caught too. Washington was a natural leader of men. His dad had been a ditch digger in the city crew. He got his son a job there, and Washington was both smart and a natural leader of men and now was the head of the department. We had a good time.
We returned to the locker room and shower. There were two older men there in a corner. They were standing very close and were obviously hiding their erections. The two men were Louis, a city councilman and a lawyer, Woodrow. Dennis got hard. Everyone noticed and we all had a nice time. The showers had no door but had zigzag access so there was some privacy.
There was nothing planned for Friday night, so I had diner with my pals and the two men from the shower. After dinner, we went to the cottage where I was staying. I had reserved a room in a B&B. By accident they had over booked. Next door to the B&B there was a small house that the B&B owners renovated to be a long stay accommodation. It was vacant and I took the cottage for a reduced price. The cottage sat on a large, overgrown site. It was very private.
Our connections back at the pool shower had consisted of some tasteful fondling and a few quick licks. Back in the cottage we all were able to relax. Technically relaxing was not the right word. We stripped. If erections are an indicator, we were all interested in getting to know each other sexually.
"I don't know you guys, but I was hoping to have some fun tonight," Washington said. "I've been in a threesome a few times, but I've never been in an orgy. Are any of you guys interested in that possibility?" Washington was a leader of men.
"Since most of us are showing hard, I have to confess that there is no cock here I wouldn't mind sucking," Butch said. "If I said that I like to fuck too, would that be a problem?"
"Well, I don't know about that," I said. "Some of you are big boys. I'm afraid my ass might not be able take some of them." After a pause, I added, "I am a good sport. I am curious and would like to find out."
The men laughed. "As you may know, as a city council member, my job is to serve the public," Louis proclaimed as he stroked his thick cock. There was more laughter.
"As a lawyer, I had never considered collecting my fee in sperm deposited in my ass or mouth," Woodrow said. "My to my surprise, that suddenly strikes me as an attractive possibility!" By then everyone was fully erect. Washington dropped to his knees and sucked Louis. The group reformed as couples and trios.
It turned out that Louis and Woodrow, who had never been with us before didn't have a shy bone in their bodies. I was a little concerned about Dennis, the minister. He had been quiet. Naked men can't hide their sexual interests. Cocks often serve as an early warning system when there is any potential for sex. Dennis was fully erect, and it was indication sexual intent.
I went to him and said, "Do unto others as you would have them do you." Dennis look surprised. Then he smiled and dropped to his knees and deep throated my cock. All was well with Dennis.
Everyone was friendly and into it. At first, there was a lot of gentle explorations and probes. After ten minutes or so we all realized we shared common interests, and there was no need hide anything. No one was holding back his urges. Lust was okay.
Louis joined Dennis and me. Dennis and I were on the bed, in the sixty-nine position. Louis asked if my ass was receiving visitors. I shifted my leg to give him better access. Louis's thick cock was on the high side of average and was well lubricated. He gently lodged his knob in my hole. He massaged my sphincter, then made a hard thrust. His cock went deep.
That was good for me. His cock was a good fit. It was really good for Dennis. He later told me that not only was it exciting to watch, he could taste my precum oozing from my cock as it reacted to the penetration. Dennis was not that experienced and this was new for him. He had been fucked a few times, but it hadn't been that successful.
My oozing cock helped him understand my enthusiastic reaction to Louis' cock. Louis was experienced, but he had not been in a new, fresh ass in a while. That excited him. He had forgotten the thrill of a new sexual partner. When Louis had an impressive climax in my ass, he pulled out of me after multiple ejaculations.
Dennis tasted my reaction to each volley of sperm. When Louis pulled out, Dennis took his place. His cock slid easily into my ass. This was his cock's first visit to a well used, cum filled ass. He told me my ass wasn't used; it was ripe and receptive.
Dennis wasn't the only one to have new sexual experiences that night. Almost everyone had experienced sex one-on-one, and many times in an uncomfortable location. In most cases exposure was a constant fear.
There were nine, horny, gay men in my cottage. There was no danger someone would walk in on us. We were all willing, ready and able. We were also mutually attracted to each other. It was an ideal set up for an orgy. At first I thought it might be like a party with some sex. As we relaxed and enjoyed ourselves, it became a friendly orgy. Let's say no one noticed the shortage of drinks and snacks.
Of course it helped that we were nice guys. I got along well with the men. Some of that might have been due to my sparkly personality. I also suspected that my obvious enjoyment of the bottom position might have played a role. This is true, but I hadn't been fucked by a new man in three years. My high school pals were almost too many new cocks in my ass. That was not a problem. Looking back, I noted that I enjoyed the last man to fuck me as much as the first. It was a good night for me.
There were no events scheduled for the next day except for a banquet, so I had a the day off. The B&B had a good breakfast and the guests were pleasant. One was a classmate, Tom Thomas. He had been in a few of my classes and was known as Tom-Tom. He was an arty type and now worked for a big advertising firm in New York. At school he had been on the track team. That was a low status sport, but he still ran and had done well in marathons.
Under the table at breakfast his leg touched mine. I didn't move it away. I smiled and he smiled, we understood each other. He was in town for the reunion and to look at a summer cottage he had inherited. He inherited it from his grand parents, but they had left life use to a cousin. He had been the caretaker and they didn't want to kick him out. The cousin lived to 98.
Tom-Tom asked if I would take a look and help him determine if the place was salvageable. I was use to that sort of request and said I would like to take a look. Tom-Tom was tall and in good shape due to his running. Around ten we drove to the cottage. It was near by, but hard to find. Trees had matured and the road was all but hidden.
The house was called the Retreat, and it sat on a small pond. The House was well built and in good condition. It had 1950 era plumbing, wiring and heating. Apparently the cousin was not high tech, but if you could fix it with a hammer, saw, caulking and paint, he did it. I soon realized the cottage was of high quality design and construction. The cousin had been a craftsman. The lot was fifty acres. The property was not just salvageable, it was worth a bundle.
We were talking things over when we heard noises coming from the pond. We went to investigate, and found three men in the pond, skinny dipping. There were two bearded older guys and a younger man. As we approached the older men came out of the water. They were nude and unconcerned.
There was a brief moment of unease, then one of the men said, "Tom-Tom?"
He was Thad Morrow, a school mate. I think his family owned a lumber yard, construction material place in town. He had a muskrat sized beard and a hairy chest.
"Damn it Tom-Tom. You look great. I look like something the cat dragged in. I'm Doofus Paterson," the other man said. Doofus had been the class clown. He introduced the younger guy as Little Willy. Willy was young and big. His willy wasn't little either.
"We may be the last guys to skinny dip in the county," Thad said. "Since it's your pond do you want to join us?" Thad asked.
"I sure do," Tom-tom replied. How about you, Rob?"
"I would love to," I replied.
"Don't worry, we won't jump you," Doofus said.
"I'm not worried about that. I'm an open minded guy," I said.
"The three of us are real open minded," Doofus said with a wink. We stripped and jumped in the water. The water was calm and warm. The edge of the pond was a huge slab of sloping rock that extended about twenty feet from the edge of the water. The lowest part was five feet below the surface.
Tom-Tom was with Doofus and Thad. I was near Little Willy. He was twenty-four and worked for Thad in the lumber yard. He worked with the old growth trees that produced furniture grade wood. They worked with the park service to remove dead or dying trees.
I asked if he knew Dudley.
"Yes, he's a lot of fun," Little Willy said.
"I had some fun with him last night," I said. "We were in the same class."
Little Willy stepped closer to me and fondled my balls. I did the same to his balls.
"Are you a sucker?" he asked.
"I suck, fuck, top and bottom. I love to eat cum, and take it up my ass." I said.
"I've never taken cum and never cum in an ass. Is it good?" Willy asked in a whisper.
"It's different for every one. I can tell you that for me it's never been bad." I said.
"Are you tight?" he asked.
"Guys tell me I'm just tight enough," I said.
Tom-Tom and Thad were friends and playmates in school. Thad and Doofus shared the same sexual interests. This may sound tacky, but while my cock made friends easily, my asshole is a crowd pleaser.
It seemed that while the trio had an active sex life with each other, that life lacked variety. They were also in a rut. They liked orgasms a lot, but were unaware that savoring your buddies sperm as a gourmet treat was both tasty, intimate, and exciting.
I am not entirely sure if the taste or liking the man who made it is it's main attraction. It does increase the intensity of the sexual connection. Little Willy loved making rear deliveries. He soon discovered he liked leaving liquid love tokens in my ass.
I was not surprised that all the men like my ass. It wasn't a gang bang, but there doesn't seem to be a name for well spaced anal penetrations and orgasms. Possibly I was acting like a slut, but the men were too polite to use that crude word.
I had to go back to the cottage to get ready for the class banquet. Tom-Tom and Thad were going to be there. I mentioned there was nothing planned for Sunday. I had a feeling that both men were planning something.
The banquet was unexpectedly nice. The school had a new chef at the cafeteria. He was a chef not a cook. The dinner was quite simple, but everything was just right. There was something about the seasonings that set things apart from the ordinary. The Band Director was a real musician, and he had formed a small group of talented students that played the music we knew from our school days. Their interpretations of the "cool" mannerisms of our youth were clever and funny. They were talented and a few of the alumni joined in. It was a nice touch.
The event was over at ten and I returned to my B&B cottage feeling good. I soon fell asleep and woke at seven the next morning. When I got back from breakfast, I had a message from Thad who asked me for lunch. I called back and told him I would like that.
"I have some other pals coming," Thad said. "I think you will like them all."
It didn't take Hercule Poirot to know this was not to watch a game or play cards. That was more than fine with me.