Class reunion

"Darling, what's on the table here?" a voice came from the kitchen.

Damn, I thought, I forgot to throw that away before he saw it. I got out of the study. "What's what?" I played dumb, hugging him from behind. 

"There's an invitation for your class reunion in two days! Why didn't you tell me? I would have rearranged things so we could go," Alan complained.

"You have a meeting with investors that same day, you can't just move it like that. Plus, I don't really intend to go at all," I replied. He's so sweet to care, but I truly have no interest in dealing with those people.

"I can do what I want," he said, "And besides, don't you want to see anyone from high school? You haven't seen them in 10 years, don't you want to show off what you've been doing since then?"

"Oh, what exactly do I have to show off of?" I countered, amused.

"Oh, I don't know…" He turned to me, placing his finger on my neck. He started tracing slowly, descending towards my chest. "You can show off the beautiful body you've developed..." As usual, he managed to unbutton my top with the same single finger, a skill I unfortunately didn't learn in three years of relationship. "You can show off how much money you've made..." He opened another button, fingering the black pendant hanging from my neck. I had been searching for something like that for years until I stumbled upon it by chance at an auction when I flew to New York for business. Its dark color seemed to absorb light from the room, even though its sparkle caught the eye.

"And of course," he said, turning suddenly, pressing his bottom against me, "You have a very special jewel to be proud of."

There's no doubt the guy knows how to get me going; I was already dripping with arousal at that point, and we both know that with so little blood in my brain, I can't really exercise true judgment.

"Damn, you'll be the end of me one day, but you make a few compelling points. If it's really that important to you, then we'll go together... But you'll have to work a bit for it," I said teasingly.

"Work I can," he said, and in a moment, my shirt found itself on the floor. He grabbed and lifted me in the air, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, my lips finding his. He carried me to the bed quickly, knowing the way even with eyes closed, and threw us both onto it.

I, feeling at a disadvantage as he was still fully clothed, tore off his shirt and all the buttons went flying. "I love this shirt!" he said, looking at me in shock. "You started it," I replied, flipping him over so he was beneath me.

I charged his neck, biting, licking, breathing it in, making sounds. He long stopped asking me to stop hickeys; he knows I'm still stuck at 17 in that department.

I moved downwards, caressing his chest muscles, pinching his nipples, kissing the abs, passing my tongue over every ab as if it were chocolate.

I took off his pants ferociously, luckily he managed to open their zipper before. His musk filled the air, his hair bushy and dense, yet still soft.

I'm always surprised by his size. From the outside, Alan looks Caucasian, well-built but still slightly lean. Naked, however, you can see he has some Latino roots.

After so many attempts, I didn't think twice before taking him fully, feeling my throat expand around him. I grabbed his ass and he started moving on his own, gently at first, gradually increasing the pace until he finally fucked my face wildly. He was so focused on my mouth and my hand, which was caressing his balls, that he was surprised to find my other hand penetrating him.

He groaned, and I took him out of me, and me out of him. "How are you clean?" I asked, knowing he just came back from work.

"I saw the envelope in the mail this morning, so I cleaned up before I said anything about the invitation," he replied.

I'll show this trickster what it is, I thought when I realized he had planned the whole situation for this moment.

I immediately lifted his legs and entered him with my tool, which, although not equal to Alan’s cock, was still honored with 20 cm (~8 inches) of thickness.

"Ohhh!!" he moaned with a devilish smile as I split him, "I won!"

The son of a gun knew how I'd react, and completely coated his tunnel with lube beforehand. One day I'll catch him unprepared.

Well, at least let's take advantage of the situation, I thought to myself and started pumping him. I descended to kiss him while fucking intensely, and he hugged me with his hands and legs.

I lifted him up while still inside him and started fucking him against the wall. I touched one of his favorite spots in this position; I heard him going breathless, and I felt him pushing himself onto me, eager for more.

I moved my hand over his precum-dripping cock, and took it in my mouth. He even ate some pineapple, apparently.

I slowed down the pace, noticing his confused gaze. One hand continued holding him, and the other went towards my cock. I gently caressed his entrance, squeezing a deep moan out of him. Before he could catch his breath again, I slid my finger to his hole next to my dick, stretching it more than ever. "Maybe now you'll feel what it's like to be fucked by thickness like yours," I said with a grin, but he couldn't react. His cock dripped cum at that point, overwhelmed by the new stimulation and demanding attention.

I started fucking hard again, getting more fingers inside.

Alan couldn't take it anymore; he touched himself, and in a second, he exploded in a huge burst that landed on both of us.

Luckily, when Alan nuts, his arousal doesn't end. I got off him and helped him to the floor. Both of us began gathering the cum from each other and spreading it on my cock; I out of lust, and Alan out of trance. He opened his mouth, inviting me in, and I complied.

Aroused as I was, seeing Alan’s beautiful face staring at me with such hunger, my cock in his mouth, and his lips moist with cum and spit, that was all it took to push me to the point of no return.

As I lost control of my movements, I felt Alan’s hand penetrating me. Growling, I discharged to his throat all the loads that I kept from the last few days. As long as my orgasm continued, his hand kept penetrating deeper and deeper, touching a spot of mine and not stopping even after I emptied myself. I saw his cock standing again, and the look Alan gave me was so enticing and challenging that I couldn't resist even if I were on stage in front of a million people.

I settled onto his rod at once, my vision blurred from the pain but my mind knew it would pass within moments. Alan gave me time to adjust, and then I began to ride him, on the floor. He was so big that he touched me at every possible point, stretching me to a degree that was dangerous at the beginning of our relationship. Both of us were exhausted from our previous climaxes, so we decided together to rush the current one. He began to stroke me, and I started to insert my whole hand into him (because he wouldn’t feel anything smaller at this point). Within two minutes, we finished together, he filled me, and I released into the air what had built up since I last came.

We lay on the floor, trembling and panting, holding hands like every time we wanted to embrace but it was too hot for that.

"Alright, so I'll mark in my calendar that I won't be in the office on Thursday evening," Alan said with a smile, managing to catch his breath.

I rolled my eyes sarcastically and pulled him in for a kiss, "If you insist, my handsome."