Hello my name is Jean, I have been with my girlfriend for 2 years. We each have our own apartment and we each sometimes stay at the another's place. My day's over. I'm at my home. My girlfriend's here. A kiss. I've been tempted for a while to suggest that maybe we should get married, but I don't know if she's decided yet. After all, we're fine like we are, without the everyday constraints.

"Honey, there's mail for you. You didn't tell me you had kids in high school," she jokes.

"What?"

"Look, there's a letter from a high school."

I see bills, ads, and yes, a letter from the high school where I went to school. What could it be? I open an invitation for a meeting of the high school alumni. They have just formed a friendship committee. The meeting is scheduled for this Friday evening.

"What is it?" she asked.

"A meeting of high school alumni where I went to school and on top of that, Friday night! They make me nervous. I won't go."

"You're wrong. It could be be fun."

"No, after a week of work, I don't want to be at a party with guys I haven't seen in how long and I may not have anything to say to."

"Go ahead. I'll take the opportunity to spend the weekend with my parents. They've been bugging me to do so. I can spend a few days at their house. I'm going to call mom. She'll be delighted."

"Whatever you like."

She calls her mother. There is time for me to change. As I cross the room I see myself in the mirror. This letter reminds me of memories: Bernard and Jean-Pierre, my best friends at the time, but we lost track of each other over the years.

Back in those days, on Wednesdays, we had the afternoon off. Bernard was home alone on Wednesday afternoons and I would go visit him regularly. About two o'clock Wednesday afternoons I would go to his house. The door was never and if I did not find him in the living room, I would go upstairs to find him. There we discussed everything , including girls, but never again. Then as we grew older, our bodies changed and we came to talk about sex, our own penises, their size, etc…

One day when we were talking about our cock, Bernard jokingly said to me:

"How about we compare our dicks?"

"Sheesh!" I exclaimed to him, telling him that he would not dare.

He ran into his mother's room and came back with a sewing tape. Pow! I was stuck.

I blushed. He laughed and told me that we were friends and that there was no one there. He was already in his underwear.

"I'm waiting for you," he said to me. "Come on. Don't dawdle."

I took off my sweatshirt, took off my belt and pulled down my pants. I was swelling and I was a little embarrassed. When he saw me, he said:

"Well, you see you want to do this too." He was massaging himself through his underwear."

He says to me:

"Here, I'll give you the next suggestion. You pull down my undies and I'll pull down yours, okay?"

"OK."

He came up to me, put his hands on my hips, slipped his fingers into the elastic of my underwear, and gently pulled them down. My stiff tail was trapped in the elastic. He was taking his time making comments, and then my cock broke free of my underwear and slammed against my belly.

He whistled:

"Wow!! That's pretty good!"

I was embarrassed, but pleased with his comment.

"Over to you!" he said to me.

Still horny I looked at him. I put my hand to his package and massaged him. He looked at me with surprise then smiled at me.

"It's okay," he assured me.

His dick took on nice proportions. He was moaning a little. I slowly lowered his underwear as he had done to me. His cock was wider than mine, but just as mine had done, once released, it sprang up to hit his belly. The embarrassment had passed.

"Shall we measure?"

"We'll measure."

He took the tape-measure and laid it on his cock.

It is 16cm long.

Then he wrapped it around his cock and said:

"4cm in diameter, not bad! Yours!"

I took the meter and I did the same.

"16.5 cm by 4. It's longer than mine, you won, bravo" he said.

"Why don't we give each other a little hand job?" he suggested.

"OK!"

We started masturbating ourselves as we looked at each other. We were very excited. I offered to jerk us both off, and he agreed. Face to face on his bed, I masturbated us both. We quickly ejaculated a colourless liquid. We did it several times that afternoon.

After that, when we met on Wednesdays, we would straight into his room and jerked off.

One day, when I arrived at his house, he wasn't downstairs waiting for me. I went upstairs and as I went into his room, I heard a voice I knew. I said to myself:

"What's going on?"

I pushed the door a bit and I saw Jean-Pierre, another friend, naked on his knees in front of Bernard, sucking him off. I did not move. I was watching. And then foolishly I took a step and the floor cracked. They started and looked at the door I was behind. Jean-Pierre jumped up and came to me and said:

"You see, we have a little Peeping Tom."

I blushed as I protested, but he dragged me into the room and said:

"Naked! Fast!"

I was still not moving, so they burst out laughing and jumped me. In no time, I was naked.

Jean-Pierre proposed a game. We were all three of us going to jerk another off and the first one to come would suck the last one to come. Everyone agreed. Jean-Pierre took my tail, Bernard took mine and I took Jean-Pierre's tail. We started jerking off, slowly at first then more and more quickly. Jean-Pierre came first, then Bernard who had forgotten to jerk me off, and me last. Jean-Pierre said:

"Okay, I'm going to suck you off. Lie down on the bed."

I lay down. He got between my thighs and started sucking me. It was the first time I had ever been sucked. It was new and wonderfully good. In a short time, I came into his mouth. He was thrilled. Bernard in turn sucked Jean-Pierre. We were all delighted!

Every Wednesday, the three of us would meet again and play our games again. One day Jean-Pierre offered to let us fuck him. Bernard refused. Jean-Pierre called him a quitter and asked me:

"Do you want to try?"

I was dying to try it. He said:

"You're gonna fuck me up. I'm gonna get my ass ready."

He lay down on the bed, wet his finger and shoved it into his hole. Bernard and I were watching him. He stuck his second finger in and continued. When his fingers began to move smoothly in and out of his hole, he said to Bernard:

Suck Jean. He will soon be able to take me.

Bernard got on his knees, and in less than two minutes I was stiff. Jean-Pierre told me:

"Go ahead, put your knob up against my hole and push gently."

I did what he told me and to my surprise, my knob entered his hole. It was hot and tight.

"Get in there, get in there!"

I pushed and entered his ass further, and Bernard stood back and looked, all excited. I started back and forth. I was so excited that after five minutes, I came up his ass. Jean-Pierre was crazy with joy too.

"It's your turn," he said.

I lay down on the bed, and to my surprise, he started to lick my ass and gently tucked in one finger, then two. When he thought I was dilated enough, he put his knob against my hole and pushed. A lightning pain passed through me. I tried to back out, but he pushed me down and said:

"Relax, it will pass..."

He waited for a moment for the pain to pass. Bernard was worried and looking at me. As I didn't want to look small in front of him, I relaxed and told Jean-Pierre to continue. He started to sink in my ass. It hurt a little and at the same time, a strange feeling of well-being came over me. When I felt his tail against my prostate, I felt chills all over my body and a soft heat filled my stomach. I said to him:

"Go ahead!"

He started fucking me. I was having fun and so was he. He speeded up, screamed and emptied himself in my ass: one, two, three, four jets. He fell on me and shoved me. It was the first time.

Bernard was consumed with envy, but fear that time, he did not dare. But the next time, he asked us to try. He also thought it was good. Afterward, Wednesdays were real orgies.

The following year Jean-Pierre left and Bernard and I stopped seeing each other. We were no longer in the same class.

The years have passed and we've lost track of each other.

Today I'm straight, but these memories make me hard looking in the mirror. I'll go! You never know! If Jean-Pierre is here, we can talk about that time.

My girlfriend is still on the phone. She puts her hand on the phone and says to me:

"I'm going to mom's this weekend. Go to your reunion and have fun."

Friday rolled around, I had a hard time focusing on my work, thinking about the evening's meeting. I go home, change my clothes to dress more lightly: canvas pants, a sweatshirt. I am more comfortable. My girlfriend has gone to her parents. I take my car, I go. We will see if I meet people I know.

I park 50 meters from the school. It has not changed. I push though the door. The guard looks at me he says to me:

"Are you here for the reunion?"

"Yes."

"Across the courtyard. It's in the refectory."

The courtyard has not changed. The trees are still there. I enter the corridor that leads to the refectory. There are already people. A guy I recognize vaguely comes to meet me, all smiling.

"Hi Jean, how are you?"

"I'm okay, thank you."

I'm having a hard time recognizing him, but the memories come back. It's Christian, a guy in our class who was always the first to organize parties at the time. Today he has his own business, he tells me. It does not surprise me. He leads me to the buffet and offers me something to drink. I look around, faces that vaguely remind me of names, but nothing more.

Around 8:30 pm Christian gives us a speech where he is delighted that so many of us have responded to his invitation. Blabla blabla, blabla… I'm totally bored.

'Hi, how are you doing?' from guys I don't even recognize or remember . I'd have been better off better staying at home; I'm leaving. One last drink and I will go home.

Suddenly, while the waiter fills me a drink, someone slaps me on the shoulder. I turn around. Jean-Pierre! He hasn't changed a bit.

"Nice to see you! I was leaving, There's no-one I want to talk to. I have nothing to say to them. How are you?"

"It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"I'll say! Haven't you seen Bernard?"

"No, I don't think he will come. Where do you live?" Jean-Pierre asked me.

"I'm on the other side of town and you?"

"I'm just 500 meters away. You want to come to my house and have a drink. We'll talk about the old days, okay?"

So there we were, the two of us. The memories come back. We walk to his building, recent, quite chic. We go up, we arrive on the landing, he turns the key in the lock and we find ourselves in an apartment tastefully decorated in the colours white and ochre. A white leather sofa, a coffee table on a thick white carpet and two white leather armchairs in front. White curtains lined with ochre, everything is calm and warm at the same time.

"You want a drink?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd love one."

"Sit on the couch, I'll go to the kitchen and come back."

I sit on the couch. A magazine is stuck between two cushions. I take it up and I come across pictures of naked guys getting laid. I turn the pages and I find guys who suck each other, who fuck each other. I'm getting a hard-on. Jean-Pierre came back without me hearing him. He surprises me with the magazine in my hands.

"Excuse me, I forgot about it. I hope you don't mind?"

"No. Are you gay?"

"Well, you found out my secret, yeah. I tried with chicks, but it didn't last, and one day I met a guy who gave me a hard-on. He invited me to his house for a drink and then, and then… Well, it's a bit like us tonight," he told me laughing.

He comes and sits next to me, hands me my drink and says:

"To our younger years!"

We toast, but the mood has suddenly changed. I'm a little embarrassed. Jean-Pierre feels it.

"Don't worry, Jean, I am very happy to see you. I too was going to leave when I saw you, and the memories came back to me from the past like a punch in the face. Remember the first time the three of us got naked?"

"Yeah, I thought about it the other day when I opened the invitation letter. It was funny, wasn't it?"

"I thought about it, too. Say, how do you live today?"

"Well, I have a girlfriend. We each have our own apartment and we meet regularly at her or my place. I guess you don't have a girlfriend?"

"No, I live alone," he said, "I meet a friend from time to time, but nothing serious."

His thigh touches mine. I do not dare to move, I am very troubled. I drink to give myself courage.

"You know," he said, "I was hoping to find you. I came to this party with that hope, and I'm glad you came."

His thigh is now pressing mine, I'm still not moving. I'm paralyzed. I'm waiting for the next move. He's talking to me and watching me at the same time.

"You know you haven't changed, I recognized you right away," he said.

"You too, I must say, there are guys who recognized me but I didn't recognize them, whereas with you, it was immediate."

"You want a cigarette?"

"Yes, I do."

He opens a box and offers me a blanc. it's my brand of cigarette, I point out. He laughs and tells me that we are still very close. He lights his cigarette, puts the box down and this time sticks his thigh squarely against mine. We are talking about everything and nothing.

My cigarette is soon finished. I crush my cigarette in the ashtray and settle down comfortably in the sofa again. He offers me a second drink. I accept. He hands me my drink, I start drinking when he puts his hand on my thigh. I look at him, amazed, but I say nothing. Gently he caresses me inside the thigh. My cock starts to get hard. I soon lack room in my underwear. He takes my drink, puts it on the table, turns to me and puts his lips on mine. He pulls back, he smiles at me, and once again puts his lips on mine.

I open my lips in a reflex movement. He slides his tongue between my teeth and caresses my tongue with his. I give myself up to this kiss full of ardour and sweetness. Feeling my resistance weakening, his hand goes up along my thigh and lands on my fly. His fingers rub my balls and then go up on my swollen cock.

"Well, it looks like I'm having an effect on you, doesn't it?"

I blush. He laughs and says:

"Relax, there's nothing wrong. Let go."

I manage to tell him that since high school, I've never had sex with a guy again. He answers me:

"I want to. There's nothing wrong in it."

Saying so he unties my fly, pulls out my cock which takes advantage of it to stand proudly. He winks at me and suddenly swallows my dick. His tongue twirls around, tickles the brake, licks my shaft, and comes up. He slipped onto the carpet. He is between my legs. He slips down my pants and my underwear., I lift my buttocks to help him. I have no more discomfort. He gives me a big smile and starts pumping me again, slowly first and then faster.

"Stop, you're going to make me cum."

He stops, and as in the past says to me:

"Over to you."

I take off my sweatshirt. I'm naked in front of him. I get closer to him. I take off his shirt. I put my lips on his breasts, which immediately harden on contact with my tongue. He groans and says to me:

"Yes, it's okay. Keep going."

While I'm biting his nipples, I untie his fly. He doesn't wear underwear. A nice cock pushes out, thirsty for pleasure. I unbutton his pants which let his cock free further. He has spread the thighs. His sex is offered to my eyes, to my mouth, to my hands. I take his cock in my hand. I open my mouth and start giving him a gentle blow job. His tail has a musky smell, slightly fragrant. My hand caresses his very heavy balls. he moans and lets himself be done. I start pumping his cock. I feel that it will burst soon. He withdraws and says to me:

"Not yet."

He gives me a great open-mouthed kiss with eager tongue. We roll on the thick carpet, side by side, I find myself with his beautiful machine in front of me. We start a smooth 69. Licking of balls, rod, knob. We alternate fast and slow movements. I feel like I'm not going to be able to hold back any longer. I start to pull back, but he grabs my butt and forces me to stay in his mouth. He sucks me more. A heat wave starts from my cock, invades my belly, goes up my spine. My balls are picking up. They are about to empty. A first contraction, a second and I come in a scream to empty myself in his mouth. I feel like I'm going to empty my balls! My body is covered with spasms, I lose my head, my head turns, I'm emptied. He swings around when I finished spitting cum in his mouth.

He puts his lips on mine. I open my mouth. He kisses me open-mouthed and to my surprise makes me taste my sperm that he had kept in his mouth. Curious, I had forgotten the taste of sperm. Now I rediscover it with my own sperm and with a boyfriend who in the past took my virginity.

"Wow, that was good," he said. "You want a drink? Those emotions made me thirsty. You, too?"

"If I could have a drink…"

I'm still on the carpet. he has stood up and I can see his beautiful ass that makes me want to reconnect with the past. I stand up. He hands me my drink, a kiss.

"To our reunion!" he says.

"To our reunion!"

We sit naked on the couch and talk freely now, full of good humour.

"You know," he says to me, "suddenly I want you to fuck me. "Would you?"

I say to him:

"Okay, your little ass is really tempting."

"Nice," he says. "Come!" he says, dragging me into his room.

There is a large bed made for love. He lies on his back and says:

I come to lie beside him. He passes his arms around me, gives me a languid kiss. I do not resist and abandon myself to pleasure. Then I go down along his belly and lick him with my wet tongue, I reach his cock that I shove into my mouth. I suck it for a while and then go down to his balls that I swallow and turn in my mouth. I wet his rosette abundantly and I slip a finger that goes in without difficulty. One finger and then two, three fingers. It is wide open.

I bring my cock from its new den and slide my knob into his warm bowels. He sighs, a smile full of sweetness on the face. I push and find myself deep inside him, my belly against his butt. I start a long back and forth. What a joy to feel my cock surrounded by his hot, damp hole. He squeezes me from time to time with his anal muscles which makes me hard. I feel the cum rising. I accelerate the movements. I can feel his contractions on my shaft, which are the signs of the explosion, and I'm going faster and faster. I explode at the same time as he does, me in his ass, him on his belly. Powerful jets! He even gets some on his face. I fall on him, glued by his sperm to him and we French kiss. Exhausted both, we slip into sleep.

The sun is up when I wake up. He is stuck to my back, I feel his stiff tail against my buttocks.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks me before he kisses me.

"Yes, it's been a long time since I've had sex with such pleasure."

He says to me:

"The same here." Then he whispers into my ear: "I want to take you, okay?"

I'm a little scared. His adult dick is now a good 12 inches, but I'm dying for it.

"Go ahead but slowly. You know the last male that fucked me was you and a long time ago."

He says to me:

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'll take my time."

"Okay, go ahead."

He bites my ear, then slides to my butt. I feel his tongue licking my anus. Gently, a caress unknown to me, but furiously pleasant. Slowly I feel my ass open. He slides a finger in, gently massages me inside. I let myself relax. He keeps licking me and then he slips along my body. I feel his cock against my hole. I tense a little; he tells me to relax; I let him do it.

He slips his glans into my hole, then pauses while I get used to it, then slowly he enters centimetre by centimetre, his cock sliding deep inside me. He has prepared me well. I'm not afraid. I don't hurt. On the contrary, I feel his cock deep inside me, hot and exciting. It's good. He starts going back and forth, and his cock bumps against my prostate, a new and terrific sensation. It lasts twenty minutes or more. I feel that I will crack, contractions warn me that I am on the verge of orgasm. My contractions communicate to his tail my imminent pleasure. He accelerates; he will cum, too! He comes inside me with an animal cry, I explode in my turn into his hand that was trying to jerk me off. I scream with pleasure and release myself by dropping my seed in his fingers while he empties himself into me. He gives me a kiss on the neck and says:

"Thank you."

"I am the one to thank you."

We spent the weekend in bed, fucking, making love. On Monday I go back to work tired but happy.

I am decided. I think I'm going to live with Jean-Pierre and break up with my girlfriend. I call him after work to tell him my decision, and his cheerful voice says to me:

"Yes! Come on!"

I call my girlfriend and say I want to take a break to think this over. She says:

"What is it? You found an old girlfriend you forgot about?"

"No, that's not it."

And before I have time to say more, she says:

"I'm coming over!"

Ten minutes later she arrives. She is crying. She has a suitcase in her hand. I say:

"What are you doing?"

She says to me:

"I don't want to bore you. If you found another girl, these are your things, and I'll take mine."

She goes into the bedroom, the bathroom; she takes her stuff. Then before she leaves she says to me:

"What's her name?"

I hesitate, then I say:

"Not her — his! His name is Jean-Pierre."

She looks at me, stunned, silent for a minute, then she says:

"On the whole, I prefer that it's not another woman…"

She gives me a kiss, crushes a tear, then leaves with my key to her place. I'm stunned. I don't know what I did I don't know what to do. I call Jean-Pierre again. I tell him what just happened. He says to me:

"Come stay with me. I've been waiting for you for so long. Just pick up a few things and come over. We'll come by and pick up the rest later. You'll live with me."

I reply:

"I'm coming!"

He says to me:

"I'm waiting for you."