Tenth Reunion

They struggled a bit for ascendance on the bed in Jack’s room after each had sucked the other to shuddering arousal. Nathan obviously was accustomed to being the top. That was far from the plan that Jack had for him. And, finally, Nathan gave up when he’d been turned on his belly and Jack was covering his back and, in surrender, raised his pelvis to give Jack a good entry angle.

His eyes flew open and his mouth gaped in a cavernous response of surprise and shock as Jack started riding him furiously—hard, deep, and fast—brutally—to a prolonged ejaculation. It all happened so unexpectedly and fast that Nathan didn’t have time to build up to his own release before it, painfully for him, was over.

Finished, Jack rose quickly from the bed, scooped up Nathan’s swimsuit, threw it at him, and growled, “You asked me if you knew me. I can tell you now that you once did. I’m Jack Lane. Remember? Tubby Jack Lane from back at FIT. We’re at our tenth reunion. Remember? Remember how you made fun of me? How I begged for a fuck and you just turned me over to your friends to provide blow jobs all around? Well, look who’s fucked now.”

“Jack?” Nathan said in a weak, confused voice. He never had been very quick on the uptake. But then it hit him, and he turned red in the face.

“I’ll give you thirty seconds to pull your suit on and get out of my room,” Jack said. “If you’re still naked then, you go out in the hall that way and I go looking for your wife.”