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  “Believe me, I think about those times a lot,” Ian said. “And when I saw you walk into that hall, my heart skipped a beat.”

  “So why didn’t you come over to me?” Victor asked. “Why wait for me to make the first move?”

  “Because I wasn’t sure you’d want to remember what we had,” Ian said. “After all, ten years is a long time and I didn’t know what you would still think, or feel.”

  “Honestly?” Victor said. “When I first saw you I was nervous as hell, but...”

  “But what?”

  “When you kissed me, everything we had came flooding back.”

  “So what happens now?” Ian asked.

  “We could always go somewhere quiet and start to get to know each other again.” Victor suggested.

  “Are you hungry?” Ian asked. “Because I am, and I know a quiet little late night cafe a couple of streets away.”

  “Okay, lead the way.”

  The two of them began to walk along, neither of them saying a word until they eventually arrived at the place Ian mentioned and went in. Victor let Ian lead him to a table at the back of the cafe, watching his firm, tight ass as he walked and felt a twitch in his trousers. He still looks just as firm as he did ten years ago. Victor thought, unable to lift his eyes from the firmness in front of him.

  “Let’s sit here,” Ian said, sliding onto one of the chairs at the table.

  Sitting on one of the chairs opposite Ian, Victor picked up a menu and began to browse, occasionally glancing over the top of it to look at Ian. He was surprised how little the man’s features had changed in the ten years since he had last seen him and the more he stared, the more he felt his old feelings coming back and wondered if Ian felt the same.

  “What do you fancy?” Ian asked putting his menu down.

  You mean apart from you? Victor thought to himself, smiling.

  “Think I’ll just have a BLT.”

  “Okay, hang on,” Ian said standing up. “What about a drink?”

  “Coffee, thanks.”

  As Ian walked over to the counter to place the order, Victor started to think about the sex they used to have, all the time staring at his ass and his cock began to stiffen yet again. Fuck, I have got to have you. Victor thought to himself, the stiffness in his trousers almost unbearable.

  “The food won’t be long,” Ian said, bringing Victor back to reality. “Here’s your coffee, though.”

  “Thanks,” Victor said picking up a couple of packets of sugar from the pot on the table.

  “No problem.”

  After stirring his coffee, Victor picked it up and took a sip, before putting the cup back on the table.

  “So, Vic, are you going to tell me what you have been doing for the last ten years?” Ian asked. “Or do I have to guess?”

  “It’s no big secret,” Victor said. “I run my own private security firm and employ six people to work with me.”

  “Really? I never expected that of you, I always thought you’d end up working in an office or something similar.”

  “Well, as you can see I’ve changed a lot in ten years.”

  “I can see that,” Ian said. “Look at you, all muscles and tattoos.”

  “I need to keep in shape for the security work,” Victor said flexing his right arm, showing off a little. “What about you? What do you do?”

  “Nothing as exciting as you I’m afraid,” Ian replied. “I work out of town, at the new supermarket.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with that,” Victor said. “At least you’ve got a job.”

  “That’s true,” Ian replied, pausing the conversation as the waitress came over and put two BLTs on the table in front of them.

  “Sorry about the wait,” she said. “Can I get you another drink?”

  “Two coffees, please.” Victor said.

  “Okay then, won’t be long,” she called over her shoulder as she turned to walk away.

  “Not as long as it took to make these sandwiches I hope,” Victor whispered, causing Ian to almost choke on his sandwich.

  For the next twenty minutes the two of them sat in silence as they ate their food, Victor occasionally glancing at Ian and vice versa. Finally, when they were finished, it was Ian who spoke first.

  “So what now then?” He asked.

  “What would you like to do?” Victor asked back. “A drink? A club? Or would you prefer something else.”

  “Looking at the time, I really ought to get going.”

  “Oh, okay.” Victor tried to hide his disappointment.

  “But...I suppose as it is Saturday, and I’d like to spend some time with you, a drink won’t hurt,” Ian blurted.

  “Where shall we go then?” Victor asked, grinning widely at the sudden change.

  “I was thinking about back to your place to be honest.” Ian placed his hand on Victor’s, curling his fingers around the other man’s hand suggestively.

  “Are you sure?” Victor asked, surprised that Ian would make that move so soon, but pleased about it nonetheless.

  “I’ve never been more sure about anything,” Ian said. “Let me call us a taxi.”

  Before Victor could say a word, Ian took out his phone, pressed a couple of buttons and was talking into the handset.

  “Taxi will be about ten minutes.” he said hanging up.

  “That’s quick for a Saturday.”

  “Yeah, I know the owner,” Ian said, smiling. “I’ll just pop to the bathroom while we wait.” He gave Victor a wink, smiled and squeezed his hand before starting towards the restrooms.

  “Sounds like a good idea.” Victor looked up at Ian fondly, feeling his cock swell at the other man’s aggressive attitude. “I think I’ll join you.”

  Glancing across at the waitress, who was busy chatting with whoever was in the kitchen, the two of them stood up and headed into the small men’s room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Victor grabbed Ian’s arm, spun him around and pulled him close. The two of them locked lips and began to kiss passionately, not caring that someone could walk in at any second Victor let one of his hands travel down to Ian’s crotch, cupping his cock and balls firmly and making sure there was no mistake about what he wanted.

  Massaging him through the material of his trousers, Victor moaned as he felt Ian’s cock stiffen rapidly under his touch, the response causing him to rub even harder.

  “Oh fuck, Ian, that still feels as good as it did ten years ago,” Victor moaned as he pulled his lips away to take a deep breath.

  “Come on, let’s get out of here before someone catches us,” Ian said, pushing Victor’s hand away. “The taxi will be here in a minute.”

  Flushing the toilet to cover what they really had been doing, Victor walked out of the men’s room first and went outside. Ian followed a minute or so later, just as the taxi pulled up in front of the cafe.

  “Where to, gents?” The taxi driver asked as the two of them climbed into the back seat.

  Victor gave him his address and the two of them sat back as the driver pulled away from the curb.

  Chapter Four

  Fifteen minutes later the taxi came to a stop outside Victor’s apartment. After paying the driver, the two of them climbed out and walked up to the front door. Searching his pockets, Victor eventually found the key, pushed it into the lock and opened the door.

  “The front room is on the right,” Victor said removing the key from the door, shutting and locking it as he did.

  Victor followed behind Ian, still admiring his ass, and once they were in the front room he pushed the door closed, grabbed him and pulled him down onto the sofa with him. The way they landed, with Ian on top of Victor, was just how he had wanted it to be and he wrapped his arms around his soon to be lover’s neck.

  “Kiss me, Ian,” Victor said, staring straight into Ian’s eyes and smiling.

  Ian didn’t need to be asked twice. He slowly bent his head forward and lightly kissed Victor on the lips a couple of times. Lifting his head back up Ian
looked down at Victor, smiled and then lowered his head again. This time he opened his mouth slightly and as Victor felt Ian’s warm breath on his face he opened his mouth as well and the two of them pressed their lips together, entwining their tongues in a passionate embrace.

  Their tongues clashed as they darted into each other’s mouths, their hold on each other becoming tighter and more urgent as the passions between rose to new heights. Ian moved one of his hands to travel down Victor’s side and around to his front just as Victor had done to him in the men’s room at the Cafe and gave his cock a playful squeeze. Victor gasped as Ian continued to massage his cock, the tightness in his trousers becoming almost unbearable.

  Victor pulled his lips away from Ian’s. “Please, Ian,” Victor said. “I need you so badly.”

  Ian lifted himself up onto his knees before gripping Victor’s shirt and pulling it over his head, seeing his tanned, tattooed torso for the first time in ten years.

  “Fuck, Vic, that tattoo is fantastic,” Ian breathed, tracing his finger over the pattern of the tribal that covered the whole of Victor’s left pectoral muscle, shoulder and top half of his left arm. “How long did that take to complete?”

  “About fifty-sixty hours.” Victor panted, “I’m not exactly sure.”

  Lowering his head once again, Ian began to run his tongue along the outline of the tattoo, stopping when he reached Victor’s nipple. Gently he flicked his tongue over the little bud, causing it to stiffen before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it gently. Victor gasped as Ian gently nipped the erect nipple with his teeth before lifting his head and moving further down his body.

  Once his head was level with the top of Victor’s trousers he stopped moving, and with both his hands he slowly undid the button. Grasping the zipper he took a deep breath and then slid it all the way down, wasting no time as he gripped the top of Victor’s waistband and looked into the man’s eyes pleadingly. Victor instinctively knew what Ian wanted him to do, and he lifted his ass off the sofa to give Ian the access he desired.

  Slowly Ian inched Victor’s trousers and boxer shorts down over his hips, releasing his hard cock, before pulling them off completely and dropping them onto the carpet. Ian wrapped his fingers around Victor’s hard shaft and began to stroke him slowly, watching Victor’s face. Each time he pulled down on Victor’s cock, Ian began to flick the swollen, purple head with his tongue, running it slowly over the glands, causing tremors of excitement to tear through Victor’s body and making him buck his hips.

  Knowing exactly what Victor wanted and eager to take his whole length into his mouth, Ian stopped stroking him and held his cock at the base, just above Victor’s balls. Slowly Ian let his tongue circle the head of Victor’s cock before running it down and back up his entire length. Opening his mouth wide Ian engulfed Victor’s completely swollen head and started to take his cock into his mouth, inch by inch, until the whole length was in. Closing his lips, he continued to hold Victor above the balls with his hand and began to bob his head up and down along the shaft; slowly at first, but gradually getting faster.

  Victor’s moans grew louder and more erratic the faster Ian sucked his cock and he soon began bucking his hips wildly, thrusting his cock as far into Ian’s mouth as he could, not caring, if he came quickly or not. Eventually though, Ian slowed down and took his mouth away from Victor’s cock, but continued to stroke him slowly as he used his free hand to undo his own trousers. Struggling to remove them, he let go of Victor’s cock, stood up and eased them down. Before he could get back down and wrap his fingers back around Victor’s cock, his lover sat up.

  Staring at the thick eight-inch member right in front of his face, Victor couldn’t resist and reached forward, wrapping his strong fingers around Ian’s hardness and began to stroke him quickly. Victor wrapped his free hand around Ian’s ass and pulled him closer. Opening his mouth Victor flicked his tongue over Ian’s swollen cock, tasting the small drop of pre-cum that had seeped from the glands, before taking his whole length greedily into his mouth.

  With both his hands free Victor gripped Ian’s ass tightly and massaged it roughly, still moving his mouth up and down along Ian’s hard shaft.

  Ian placed his hand on Victor’s head to stop him sucking his dick. “Please, Vic,” he gasped. “Take me to bed and make love to me.”

  Victor glanced up with his lips still surrounding Ian’s cock, gave a half smile and then pulled his head back slowly. As soon as Ian’s cock fell from his mouth, he stood and took hold of Ian’s hand to lead him towards his bedroom.

  Once in the room, the two of them climbed onto the bed facing one another and began to stroke each other’s cock slowly, kissing gently and passionately as they did.

  “I’m so glad, you came to the reunion, Vic,” Ian gasped when they pulled apart for air.

  “So am I,” Victor panted. “I never thought that this would happen, though.”

  “Neither did I, Vic. But I haven’t felt this happy for a very long time.”

  Victor didn’t want to admit it, not out loud anyway, but he knew exactly what Ian meant. It had been a long time since he had been in bed with anyone that made him feel as relaxed and happy as Ian did. He just hoped it wasn’t going to be a one-night stand, but for now he was prepared to keep that fear to himself.

  “Have you got any condoms, Vic? “Condoms and lube.”

  “I should have,” Victor rolled over and opened the drawer in the bedside cabinet.

  After rummaging around for a minute or two he found what he was looking for and pulled out a brand new, unopened packet of condoms and a tube of lubrication. Handing them both to Ian, Victor rolled onto his back.

  Ian opened the condoms, took one from the box and ripped it open. Placing it on the end of Victor’s cock Ian slowly rolled it down his length, making sure it was on correctly before picking up the tube of lubrication and applying a liberal amount to Victor’s condom-covered cock. Once Ian was satisfied the condom was properly in place and enough lubrication applied, he rolled onto his back, lifted his knees and parted his legs.

  “Your turn, Vic,” he said handing him the lubrication. “Make sure you cover me good. I don’t want you ripping me open with that thing.”

  Taking the tube, Victor squeezed it as hard as he could, covering the palm of his hand, and began applying it all over and around Ian’s tight—but very inviting –ass. Once his hole was covered, Ian lifted his legs as high as he could and Victor moved between his legs. Ian rested his heels on Victor’s shoulders and Victor moved forward, gripping his cock and guiding it to the opening of the tight puckered hole.

  Slowly Victor pushed the head of his cock against Ian’s tightness, struggling at first to penetrate him, but eventually the thick head of his cock slowly entered. Victor continued to push slowly and gently, deeper into him as Ian gripped the pillows, and gasped as Victor’s cock finally entered him completely.

  Pausing to allow Ian to get used to the thickness invading his ass, Victor wrapped one hand around his cock and began to stroke him slowly. He began to move his hips slowly, sliding his cock in and out of his lover. With each thrust Ian let out a gasp of pure obvious ecstasy, encouraging Victor to move faster.

  “Oh, Vic, fuck me!” Ian gasped as Victor’s cock entered completely him. “Yes. Yes.”

  Careful not to hurt Ian, but desperate to finally unload the weight in his balls, Victor began to thrust faster.

  “Fuck, Ian, I am going to cum,” Victor gasped. Feeling his balls tighten and his legs start to tremble, he gripped Ian’s thighs and rocked against the other man’s ass.

  “Yes, Vic, that’s it, fuck me. Fuck me hard!” Ian yelled breathlessly.

  “Ian—! Victor roared as he drove his cock hard into Ian’s ass once more before his cock erupted into the condom.

  He continued to thrust into Ian, each new thrust causing his cock to twitch and release more of his seed. Victor began to stroke Ian’s cock quickly hoping to get him to cum as well. Ian began to moan and writ
he on the bed as his hips bucked wildly. He let out a load moan and his cock twitched in Victor’s hand.

  Not loosening his grip on his lover’s hardness, Victor withdrew his cock and lowered his head, opening his mouth above Ian’s cock just as the first stream of cum erupted from the end. Victor wrapped his lips around the head of Ian’s cock and sucked and stroked, swallowing every drop.

  Once Victor was satisfied that Ian had no more to give, he removed his mouth and slid up the bed to lie next to him. Ian rolled onto his side to face him, wrapped his arm around his waist and kissed him lightly on the lips.

  “Are you glad you went to the reunion then, Vic?” Ian asked smiling.

  “What do you think?” Victor replied, before kissing him softly and closing his eyes.

  Chapter Five

  When he woke the next morning Victor was disappointed to find that he was alone in his bed. Not hearing the sound of anyone else in the apartment, he assumed that Ian had wanted nothing more than to find out if they still had it—decided they hadn’t—and had left. Well it was still as good as I remembered it. Swinging his legs off the bed he stood and headed to the shower cursing himself for being such a fool, turned the water on and stepped in.

  After washing his body down he just stood there and let the hot water cascade down over his body for a few minutes. Sighing in resignation, feeling rejected and depressed, he stepped out and grabbed a towel. Wrapping the towel tightly around his waist he walked back into the bedroom, sorted some fresh clothes out from the closet and then dried off. Once he was dressed, he headed through the front room towards the kitchen, but stopped short when he saw an envelope on the coffee table.

  Picking up the envelope, he opened it and took the single sheet of paper from within, unfolded it and began to read.

  Victor

  Sorry I left before you woke up. I hope you don’t think that last night was just a one-off because that’s not what I want. Being with you brought back all my feelings from college and I wish we had never drifted apart. I do understand though, if you don’t want to see me again and if that is the case I want to thank you for last night and wish you happiness for the rest of your life.