It's Hard To Imagine That A 20 Year Separation Would Melt Away So Fast

I was in the fourth grade and a classmate invited me to with him for the long weekend to his grandparents place in the country. They were retired and the 'farm' had been sold off and was now large lots with big houses, but they had the choice lot with the view and the pond.

We went swimming in the late afternoon in the pond, The water was cold and as all boys know, cold water shrivels your dick up. It looks like it just gets sucked up in you, and that includes your balls. It looks like a little bird. And my friend made fun of me and I made fun of him and he pulled on my dick to pull it out and I pulled on his dick to pull it out and he sucked on my dick and I sucked on his dick, and we lay naked on the bed sucking on each other. I had my first dry orgasm. I liked sucking his dick, LIKE in all caps. I sucked his dick later that night when we were in bed after lights out. His dick was warm and silky smooth and he got hard. He did not have a dry orgasm, he spit stuff in my mouth. I spit it out, thinking he had peed, but it was his first cum.

The feeling of sitting around naked, of pulling on our dicks, of sucking our dicks, never left me. I sucked another boy in the fifth grade and yet another boy in the seventh grade. I had a reputation, but there were boys who wanted their dicks sucked and they knew who to come to. All through high school I was very active, I enjoyed it, especially when the boy came, having him shoot into my mouth was a great thrill. I liked the texture and the taste and worked the cum between my teeth until I swallowed it.

Somewhere in college I lost interest, I met a girl from my hometown who went to another school, we had a thing going and after college we got married and settled down. Twenty plus years after my friend and I sucked each other at his grandmother's house, I ran into my friend from the fourth grade at the airport. We were already in our late thirties, he was uniformed and told me he was a flight attendant. And he was gay, it was written all over him, not to mention the rainbow flag on his lapel. He wanted to be my friend, they were going to lay over where I was going on business and he wanted to get together. We went to this gay pizza parlor, watching men hold hands. I had gotten over my desire, and in spite of his advances I turned him down. It hurt his feelings, he harbored deep feelings from that afternoon twenty years earlier.

I broke down, I sucked him, I fucked him. I kissed him, we really got it on. It was all those years just melted away, he clung to me and I held him, I couldn't let him go. But after a long kiss I told him I was married and this was a one time thing. I broke the habit once, I wasn't going to get back into it.