A Surprise Home-Coming.
(30 Years Later)
“Cool, see you there…” Was all it said.
I sat there looking at the text on the screen of my phone. It was amazing how four little words could be as earth shattering as these were. It was confirmation that I would be meeting… “him,” at a hotel near the airport tomorrow afternoon.
I was back in my hometown visiting my folks on the tail end of a Canadian business trip. To say this trip had become something quite different from what I had been expecting would be an understatement of epic proportions. How the hell did I get here? My mind was still reeling from what had transpired over the last few hours.
It had started out …. Well, normally. I let my friends from my hometown know that I was back in town and we all should get together and hang out. Simple right? Well, sort of. There was one friend who seeing him always had an undercurrent of stress for me. Not major stress but there was always a bit of tension from my perspective.
He was the first guy I ever had wanted, and he was the first guy I have had acted on wanting. His was the first cock I ever had in my mouth. The first cock that I had ever frotted against mine. All one late night, in the darkness of a tent on a high school camping trip more than 20 years ago. It was at the time, the most intense erotic moment of my life.
The problem? Well first, he was straight, and second, he had been sound asleep at the time. Yeah…. It had gone down like that. Or more accurately, I, had gone down like that.
Not only that, the 2nd time i had that cock in my mouth he had woken up in middle of it. But rather than freak out, he decided to "experiment " and we ended up shagging as hard as two horny 18 year olds ever had.
But after that night, it never happened again. An awkward distance quickly developed between us. And after graduation, we lost touch for nearly a decade
Yet time is a wonderful whitewash, after being deep in lust and yes, even in love with the guy, (as much as you can be in love at age 18.) I got over it. After graduation we went our separate ways. We both found love and married. Him to his wife, and me to my husband.
Years later, we saw each other again. At a mutual friend’s wedding where at the reception, we were chatting, and he made a pointed and crass joke about blowjobs that made me quickly make my excuses and leave.
Still on those very rare occasions when i would see him. It always stirred up intense feelings, and tended to make my cock hard, and my head would swim with visions of my cock sliding in and out of his mouth and that perfect bubble ass. Thoughts that were quickly brushed aside. Bothersome, but manageable.
10 years later we met again at the funeral of a mutual close friend. We really didn’t talk much. but we exchanged social media contact info and promised to keep in touch.
Now a few months later I was travelling back to our hometown on the tail end of this business trip, when the familiar ping of Facebook messenger interrupted my thoughts as his avatar with; “Hey! When do you get into town?”, popped up on to my screen.
I told him my travel details and that I was looking forward to seeing everyone. He responded that it was going to be good to see me, and that given all our history, keeping in touch was important. I agreed and remarked how different all of lives where from what they were decades ago when we were teenagers.
The feed paused as I could see he was typing. Then the words “I have a few regrets from those days” appeared. I replied that we all did. It was part of life. He pressed the point and said that he regretted that he never was able to return the love and affection that I had shown him all those years ago.
My hands froze…. Did he mean….!? Before I could make some desperate excuse and log off, (and cancel my trip) he kept going. Remarking that he remembered moments when he realized my feelings for him and regretted never acting on that knowledge.
It was a moment that called for honesty. So, began typing, and I admitted I had been in both in lust and in love with him, He wasn’t typing anything in reply, so thinking our session of “True Confessions," was ending there, I started typing my excuses to say goodnight and log off when…. *ping! *
“If you want to do something about this, I would like too as well.”
The universe stopped … the very idea of what he had just said was … overwhelming. The rational, logical and ethical side of my brain had just frozen and crashed like a bad version of Windows 10. Leaving the emotional lust addled side of my brain full reign to take control. Before I could stop, I had booked a hotel room, near the airport and set a time we would meet there.
“Cool, see you there…” was the reply.
Now less than 48 hours later. I was pulling into a hotel parking lot. His car was already there. I got out and saw him walk towards me. We exchanged greetings and walked into the hotel and got to the room. My hands were shaking as I slid the key card into the door. We made small talk for a few minutes then sat on the couch facing each other.
“Well, this isn’t at all awkward…” I joked. He smiled and said that there wasn’t any reason for it to be, and then he looked at me and smiled. It was the same smile I had known from years ago. The same smile I had desperately wanted to kiss. And here he was. I took a deep breath and said, “I’ve wanted to do this for years… “and pulled him towards me and kissed him. His lips parted almost immediately, and our tongues battled each other for nearly a minute. When we came up for air, he chuckled and remarked that it was his first time kissing another man, and it was, “not bad…”.
We moved to the bed, and he asked what did I want to do? My brain was screaming “I WANT TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT!” But if this was the only chance the universe was going to give me to be with him, I wasn’t going race to the end. I wanted to this to last as long as possible. So, I told him to lie down because I wanted to give him a back rub. He grinned and his shorts came off revealing a tight pair of green briefs. My boxers were already bulging as I started to move my hands slowly over his back and down his legs.
He arched his ass up signalling it was ok to remove his briefs. My hands moved over his ass, and gently pulled the briefs down and off. My boxers came flying off. There was that amazing ass. So, I did the only thing I could at that moment. I gently parted his cheeks and slipped my tongue into the hot tight puckered hole.
He gasped at the sensation and began to moan as I worked my tongue in and around his hole. As I slid my hands up and down his back. Time seemed to stop as my worked my tongue in deep feeling him arch against me as I thrust into him tongue fucking that gorgeous ass.
I turned him over and there was that cock. Hard as a rock, No hesitation this time. Now furtive glance to see if he was awake or asleep. I took the hot shaft into my mouth and felt it get even harder and throb as I deep throated him. I heard him rasp out… “Careful I want to last. you keep that up and I am going to cum”. I desperately wanted to find out how my cock would feel buried deep in that ass. But as this was his first time, I wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. So, I made a decision.
I moved up and kissed him deeply as I lowered my own ass down on to that hard cock of his. He gasped and his eyes widened as he found himself balls deep inside me. “Wow…!” was all he managed to say as I started to ride his cock like a pogo stick, he began thrusting in counterpoint. Building up our rhythm. I rolled us over, so he was now fucking me missionary style. I looked up and saw his eyes close as he thrust deep into me. Whatever happened after we left this hotel room, it was worth it for that sight alone.
He said he was close and didn’t want to cum yet, so he pulled out and lay down next to me. We made out as I gently stroked his cock. I then rolled over on my stomach, and he mounted me from behind and back thrusting back into me. I could feel him tense and said he was going to cum. I pushed back against him hard to take him deep and he released deep inside me. He flopped back down next to me pulled my mouth down on his. We made out as I stroked my own cock and a few moments later, I came like geyser.
We lay there on the bed. Looking at each other both laughed. I commented that only couple days ago that this was not how I had thought this particular visit home was going to go. He smiled and said “No regrets I hope?” I smiled back and said “Hell no, and…thank you for this.” I smiled when he actually blushed at that. We dressed not really knowing what else to say. We were both supposed to meet up with other friends that evening for a reunion. We hugged and said we would see each other there. He turned around and left.
I sat down on the couch. That a few short hours before we had sat on wondering how to begin. I tried to process what had just happened. I had just had sex with a guy I had fantasized about for years. A guy who said after the reunion that evening, he wanted us to meet back at the hotel and spend the night. Together.
That’s when the rational side of my brain finally came out of its lust induced coma, and of course…. I freaked out.
I was worried that if we kept going, I wouldn’t be able to separate emotion from the sex. Both of us had lives families, and spouses and were not about to risk either. So, after helping him rectify one of his biggest regrets, I made one of my biggest regrets. I checked out of the hotel and texted him saying we shouldn’t spend that night together. He agreed but I could sense he was disappointed. Not nearly as disappointed as I was, but common sense had taken over.
We both attended the party that evening and had a great time. When it was time to leave, he walked with me out to our cars. I apologized for cancelling the hotel, but said it was getting hard to manage the emotions I was feeling. He nodded and said he understood but he hoped that this wouldn’t be “the only time we shared this part of ourselves with each other.”
We hugged and I said “Never forget, that I love you.” his lips brushed my ear and he said “I love you too.”. I got into my rental car and drove away. Convinced that was the end of that…
(To be Continued.)
