The Reunion

Chapter 2-2

Plonking myself down beside him I asked “Does this bother you?” pointing at my erection.

“Good god no, of course it doesn’t! After all it’s not the first time I’ve seen you naked, remember all the communal showers we had at school after the games lessons? It’s just that you’re a lot bigger than I seem to remember in more ways than one.” Gary answered making a point of looking me in the eye.

Gathering my thoughts together I broke contact and studied the views all around me; the surf breaking gently on the shore below us, small white clouds dotting the sky, the sun shining brilliantly overhead, the seagulls riding the updrafts from the beach and over the vertical cliffs behind us. Before I spoke I leant backwards supporting myself on my elbows and stretched my legs out in front, wiggling my toes as I did so.

Looking into his eyes again I almost lost my train of thought, but managed to hold onto it by a thread before asking

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, fire away. Ask anything you like” he responded.

“Are you glad our paths have crossed again?”

“More than you can imagine. It wasn’t until you left to do your decorating job that I realised how pleased I was to have seen you again and how much I had missed you since we went our separate ways. It was made worse by the fact that we had only been talking for some fifteen minutes before you left again. I wasn’t even sure if you would turn up this morning.” He said with a slightly sad expression on his face.

Seeing the sadness in his face I could not help but reach out and caress his shoulder with my hand before asking “Why the sad face? The weather is fantastic, we’re having fun – or at least I am, there’s no one to bother us and we have all the time in the world to get to know one another again haven’t we?”

I left my hand on his shoulder a second longer than necessary before giving it a gentle squeeze and relinquishing my grip. I smiled encouragingly at him as I lay back down again on the warm sand. He shifted his position so that he faced me but was looking down at the sand and spent a minute or two doodling patterns in it, clearly lost in thought. Finally he looked over at me, opened his mouth then closed it, before deciding to go ahead with what he wanted to say.

“It’s my turn to ask you a question. All I ask is that you’re absolutely honest with me.”

“Mmm sounds serious.” I replied. “Of course I will be honest with you, what’s the question?”

“When we were at school, did you know that I fancied you like mad? I tried every way I could think of to get you to open up enough to know if the feeling was mutual. But no matter what I did you seemed totally oblivious to all of my hints and innuendos, it was maddening! I left school still not knowing if you were gay or straight and if you would ever see me as anything more than a school friend. Now we’ve met up again I realise those feelings have never gone away.”

I lay there stunned by Gary’s admission and I had to think for a minute or two on how to phrase my answer without hurting his feelings.

“Gary, you asked me to be totally honest and I will be. The plain truth is that I really was unaware of your feelings for me; all I can remember is that we were the best of mates and that neither of us had girlfriends but that never bothered me because we were always classed as nerdy geeks that girls would never look at anyway. I was very insecure as a teenager, I hated my looks and pudgy body so it never occurred to me that anyone would ever fancy me let alone my best mate. It wasn’t until I was half way through university that I discovered that I had a s*x drive after all and as my body matured it would be found attractive by others. Initially I tried to conform and dated a few girls but it never amounted to much, then after a very drunken party I discovered the joy of man to man s*x and I’ve never looked back!”

“Thanks for putting my mind at rest.” He replied, still thoughtful looking. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Go on.”

“Now I’ve gone and blurted out how I feel about you, I need to know is there any chance that you might one day have similar feelings for me too?” he asked.

All the time he had been looking at me with those puppy dog eyes that simply made me melt, my heart ached to heal his deep rooted anxiety. I chose not to answer straight away, instead I reached up and took hold of his shoulders and gently pulled him down on top of me holding him in a tight embrace. Then with one hand I guided his face towards mine before I kissed him gently on the lips. He froze for a moment before returning the kiss, then as if an emotional dam had burst our kisses became more passionate. Our tongues explored each other’s mouth almost savagely and breathing became more laboured, before long we were nibbling and biting each other’s necks and shoulders all the time grinding our rock hard erections together as they lay trapped between us.

Coming up for air I pushed him off me and asked “Does that answer your question?”

“I guess so” Gary replied with a grin.

“I hate to spoil the moment but unlike you I am not used to all over sunbathing and I can feel myself burning already. Perhaps next time we do this I should be a little more prepared and bring the sun cream with me, I could also do with a drink, all this heat and talking is giving me a thirst!” I said standing up and brushing the sand off my body as best I could.

Laughing loudly, perhaps as a release valve from the emotional scene just now, Gary said “What an i***t I am! I should have thought about that. I have both sun cream and bottles of water on board so let’s retire to Reunion for a while so we can rectify the situation.”

Taking me by the hand he dragged me into the sea not letting go until it was deep enough for us to swim without hitting the bottom. Abruptly he dived beneath the waves and I wondered where he had disappeared to, until that is I felt my now flaccid c**k being enveloped in something hot. Looking down I could just make out the shape of his dark head attached to me at the waist and then I felt his arms wrap round my waist. My c**k quickly sprang to attention but all too soon he had to surface for air, gasping from holding his breath for so long, he finally got his breath back and asked me if he liked his party trick.

“It was impressive but really didn’t last long enough, perhaps with practice......” I trailed off as I began to swim back to the yacht. This time I arrived first, which was perhaps a bit of a tactical mistake as Gary was treated to the view of me struggling inelegantly to climb on board. Finally after a lot of splashing and grunting I flopped over the side landing on the floor in a heap. I could hear chuckling behind me and then within a couple of seconds he was standing next to me showering me with cold water droplets.

“I’ll show you the correct technique for climbing on board; it’s a lot easier when you know how.” He said with just a trace of mirth in his voice. “Let’s get you rehydrated and then slap on some sun cream on that hot bod of yours!”

I was only too keen to do the latter as I could feel my skin getting hot and prickly and even in the bright sunlight I could see that it was going pink. My fair skin just wasn’t used to this much exposure in one go without any protection. I followed Gary inside, first into the kitchenette where he retrieved two bottles of cold water from the fridge and then into the living area where the sun cream was sitting on the side. Feeling a little claustrophobic I suggested we went back outside where at least the sea breeze would be cooling to my skin. I stood close to him savouring both the thirst quenching water and the heady fragrance of his sun ripened skin all the while making small talk about his colour scheme plans for the interior of the yacht. As I downed the last of the water Gary reached for the sun cream, squeezed a large quantity of it into his hand and then applied it all over my body. I stood there with arms outstretched whilst literally every inch of me was coated in the greasy fluid. Despite myself I became aroused as his hands expertly smoothed the cream into my thighs and crutch. By the time his hands massaged my balls I was so hard I could explode there and then. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been touched in such an erotic manner.

Looking up from his kneeling position he asked “Can I?” then licked his lips and looked at my erection.

Yes! Yes! Yes! I thought to myself, however I answered a little more casually with a simple “Be my guest” but grinning broadly.

Needing no second telling he took hold of my hips pulling me closer to him before gently kissing my cockhead and then licking it like it was a giant lollipop. When satisfied my c**k was sufficiently lubricated he slowly and smoothly swallowed me until his lips were brushing my balls. The feeling of being fully enveloped in his hot wet mouth was heavenly! My hands found their way to his head and my fingers entwined themselves in his hair taking a firm hold before beginning to slow f**k his mouth. Gary put up no resistance, in fact it seemed to spur him on, with one hand he massaged my balls and with the other he reached underneath me tracing the crack between my cheeks until he found my heiny hole. As his index finger teased and tickled it my cheeks clenched and released in response, all the time I continued to thrust in and out. His tactics were effective because before I knew it I felt his finger sliding up inside me until he found my prostate and began stroking it gently. The sensations I was experiencing both inside and out were mind blowing, as I stood on the yacht with my legs spread for stability I could not help but survey everything around me thinking that I had died and gone to heaven! All too soon the expert blow job and finger f*****g Gary was giving me took had the desired effect and with a cry of ecstasy I shot wave after wave of jism down his eager throat. He continued to suck at my c**k until it was dry and flaccid again; however he left his finger in my arse and used it as a method to lead me to where he wanted me - much like a nose ring with a bull! He pushed me to the side of the yacht; told me to grab hold of the handrail, bend over at the waist and spread my legs. I looked over my shoulder at him and did my best to look seductive because I really had no idea about what he had in mind after all.....

I watched Gary squirt some more of the sun cream into his hand before he smothered his own erection with it and then applied the remainder to my exposed crack. I felt the jolt of the cool cream being drizzled onto my hole before a finger smeared it round inside to act as a lubricant. Holding my waist with one hand he positioned himself behind me before using his other hand to guide his c**k to my back door.