After our last encounter in high school that I described in Part One of this story, 40 years went by during which we both married, raised kids, and lived entirely heterosexual if not completely monogamous lives. We kept in touch irregularly but rarely saw each other because we lived thousands of miles apart. Our 40th high school reunion brought us together for the first time in many years, and, it seems, rekindled old, buried feelings. I had planned to go to the reunion but hadn't made any plans yet when he called asking if I was going. We exchanged pleasantries for a while and then he asked me if I wanted to room together since our little home town had only one small motel and the number of rooms was limited. A quick thought went through my mind, but I dismissed it immediately. I said that was fine and he said he would make the reservation.

When the day arrived we met in the airport at a nearby city, arriving from our separate homes. We drove to our town and checked into the motel where the no vacancy sign was lit. I opened the door of the room and we stepped in.

"Oh jeese. There's only one bed. I asked for a room with two," he said.

"Well, they're full so I guess we're stuck with this one," I said, thinking to myself, it won't be the first time we shared a bed.

That evening we went to the reunion kegger and came back not drunk but feeling good. He showered first and was in bed when I finished my shower.

I turned out the light and got in and we talked for a while about how just about everyone else looked so old. After a while the conversation waned and we lay there wide awake.

"Mary still looks great, though," I said after a while.

"She sure does," he said, and after a moment he continued. "Hey. Do you remember telling me about seeing Mary and Jane kissing each other back in high school? I wonder if they got over that? Have you ever seen any other women making out?" He asked.

"Not in real life, but I've seen tons of pics and videos of lesbians on the internet. There's some really hot stuff out there. Have you looked at it?"

"Yeah. There's some great stuff out there."

"I heard that lesbian porno is very popular with heterosexual men and even heterosexual women," I said. "I suppose lesbians like it too. So, it has univeral appeal except, maybe, to gay men."

"Have you noticed lately how it's trendy even for main-line movies and TV to have lesbian themes tossed in?" he said.

"I know and some of them are pretty explicit. Did you see Mulholland Drive? It's got a really hot lesbian love scene," I said.

"Yeah. I saw that one and I saw another one, can't remember the name, where two gorgeous women have a passionate kiss in the back seat of a limousine. The chauffeur gets a real eye full in the rear-view mirror."

"They're not afraid to show lesbians doing anything and I love it."

"I don't watch the Jerry Springer show on TV, but I saw a video clip from it the other day. He had these two lesbians on and they were drop-dead gorgeous. Great bodies, probably D-cup boobs. They were naked from the waist up and they did a ferocious French kiss with those D-cups smashed together right in front of the audience. It was great."

"So, how come lesbian sex is so popular?" he asked.

"I think men like lesbian sex because they can fantasize doing it with both the women, but I don't know what the appeal is for straight women. Are all women closet lesbians or bi?"

"So why not the same for gay sex?" I asked.

"I don't know. For some reason there is still a bias against seeing men do it.

"Have you ever looked at gay porno?" he asked.

"Yeah, but it doesn't do much for me. Seeing a guy with his dick up some other guy's butt isn't very exciting. Even seeing two good looking men kiss isn't very erotic."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's not like lesbians."

After a while he said, "Do you remember what we used to do when we were in high school?

"Are you talking about sex?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Well of course I do. It was my sex education. Yours too I believe. And, do I dare say it, it was a lot of fun."

"Yeah. We did educate each other, didn't we? But, did you ever worry that you were queer?" he asked.

"Yeah. I worried about it a lot until I found out that lots of young boys experiment with other boys and still become completely hetero," I replied.

"Remember how we used to come in about two seconds and then be able to do it again in half an hour. Man, those days are long gone."

"It's more like two or three times a week now and it takes a lot longer to get there," he said.

"I know what you mean," I said. "But that's good. Gives you a better appreciation."

Out of the blue he asked, "Have you every had sex with a man?"

"Besides you? Gosh no," I said. "You?"

"No. I've never felt any sort of sexual attraction for any other man."

We didn't say anything for a while and then...

"I don't know if I should say this or not," he said.

"Say what?"

"I don't know. I'm afraid of how you would take it?"

"Now you've really got me wondering. Come on, spill it," I said.

"Well...I've been having fantasies lately," he said.

"What kind of fantasies?" I asked.

"Well, don't take this wrong, but they're about us."

"I think I get the drift. If you're thinking what I'm thinking, you won't believe it but I've been having the same fantasy lately," I said.

"Well if we are talking about the same thing, we're in a perfect position to fulfill it," he said, and his hand briefly brushed my hard cock checking me out.

"I see you're in the same condition I am," he said.

Suddenly, we were face to face, our hard cocks gently touching through our shorts. Slowly we pressed closer, our chests meeting. Then our mouths found each other in the dark. Lips brushed together briefly, softly. We kissed again and it lingered and became fuller and warmer. I couldn't help think about the thousands of feminine kisses I had experienced over the years. This was different, and I liked the difference. What was it? More aggressive? We kissed for several minutes, our restraint gradually slipping away, our bodies pressing closer. Suddenly our tongues were together probing and stroking each other. And again, there was that difference between his and the feminine tongues I had experienced. Stronger, more aggressive?

"Let's get rid of these," he said, hooking his thumb in the top of my shorts. In a moment our naked cocks conjoined for the first time in 40 years. Our hips gyrated in a very slow rolling grind, gently massaging dick with dick. It was quite different from the immediately out of control humping when we were 14 or 15.

"Oh God, that feels great, just like I remembered," he said.

"Yeah, but shut up and kiss me," I replied.

His tongue slid into my mouth and I engulfed it with my lips. It was bold, strong and I caressed it sliding mine back and forth over its slick surface.

"God, I love that," I said as I gasped for breath.

"Give me some," he said.

I thrust my tongue through his pursed lips and instantly his tongue was darting over it tasting it everywhere. I plunged in and out of this mouth, my tongue like a penis penetrating a vagina. For 30 or 40 minutes we kissed, more and more intensely as our inhibitions evaporated. Our penises still fucked slowly but the strokes grew longer and harder, each turgid cock caressing the other. He rolled on top of me and the pressure of his weight added delicious sensations to the humping. My tongue slowly probed deep in his mouth and twirled with his. In a few minutes we rolled again putting me on top. In another 15 minutes I began to feel an orgasm coming.

I whispered, "How close are you?"

"I'm getting there."

"Me too. Shall we go for it?"

"Yeah," he answered.

We locked our legs together behind the knees and started humping hard, my balls dragging over his on each stroke. Mouths locked together, our tongues flattened against each other. After a couple of minutes of intense banging we both spewed semen almost at the same moment and very soon we dropped into a deep sleep until late the next morning.

I woke and looked at the clock.

"Hey, we're going to be late for the breakfast," I said.

"What time is it? he asked.

"8:00," I answered.

"No problem, the breakfast isn't until 9:30. We have plenty of time."

"Time for what? Don't tell me you want an encore of last night already," I said reaching for his penis and finding it not completely soft, but not very hard either. I squeezed it a couple of times and began to gently stroke it.

"That'll have to wait until tonight," he said, but he grasped mine too and began to caress it. Both of us responded rather quickly for our age, but we were content to just fondle each other gently for a few minutes before getting up.

The activities of the day were pleasant and catching up with what old classmates had been doing over the years was fun, but I couldn't keep from thinking about continuing what we started last night. It seemed like forever until we finally got back to the room.

"You can shower first," I said.

"Alright," he answered. In a minute I heard the shower running.

When my turn came, I showered as fast as possible, brushed my teeth and hurried back to the bedroom. He was lying on his back with the sheet pulled up to his chest. A little tent at his waist gave him away, though.

I pulled off the sheet and went down on him taking the head of his penis into my mouth, the taught skin of his glans feeling fantastic in my mouth. As I titillated his frenulum with the tip of my tongue I felt his dick swell even more.

"Give my some too," I said.

I turned around and gasped involuntarily as his moist lips encircled the engorged head of my penis. My wife had given up on oral sex several years ago and I didn't realize how much I missed it until now. Instantly I knew that men can give head better than women because they know exactly what feels best. For several minutes we sucked each other and then turned again. Lying side by side, dicks compressed between us, we explored each other's mouths until I was getting close to an orgasm. I didn't want this encounter to end yet so I broke off and said.

"Do we have any kind of lubricant?"

"What for. Do you want to fuck my ass?" he asked.

"No, that doesn't do anything for me. I was thinking of jerking us off together. I know what will work."

I got some hand lotion out of my travel kit and returned to bed.

"Lie on your back," I told him.

Straddling him I spread a generous blob of lotion on each cock and pressed them together with my hand.

"Let's leave the light on. I want to see this," I said.

"Yeah, I could almost get off just seeing our cocks together."

Neither of us could take our eyes off those two big cocks as I started molding them together, squeezing them, rolling them shaft on shaft. When I finally felt my orgasm starting, I leaned down, pressed my mouth over his and cupped my hand under his dick holding it hard to mine. At the last moment, I dropped my full weight on him and our hips gyrated wildly grinding our cocks together. As I exploded he did too arching his back up and pushing hard against me.

In the morning we were to fly home and it would be over. I woke first and pulled back the sheet to peek at his limp cock. I still couldn't believe what had happened these last two days. Who would have thought? After all these years both of us actually wanting to do this again. Despite the graphic fantasies I had had about it, never in a million years would I have thought they would be fulfilled.

I put my hand on his penis and let it glide softly through my fingers. He was gradually waking up and he lay there enjoying it for a while and then cupped my limp dick in his hand.

"We didn't see these guys in this condition much in the last few days," he said.

"No, I usually wake up with a hard-on. I guess we wore them out last night."

"Do we have time for one for the road?" he asked, looking at the clock.

"Here's my suggestion. We need to hit the road at 10:30. It's now 8:30. Let's go have a quick bite of breakfast come back here and see what develops."

"Sounds like a plan," he said.

We were back in no time and I packed up my stuff while I waited on my turn in the bathroom. We changed places and I brushed my teeth and returned to the bedroom. He was lying on his back on the bed. I got in beside him.

"You know, I'm amazed at what happened here this weekend," he said. "It's really astonishing that not only did we both have the same fantasy but we actually ended up fulfilling it."

"More than fulfilled it," I said.

"Should we wonder what this means?"

"Maybe, but not now. We have other things to do."

For 58-year-olds we were still in pretty good shape. Not hard bodies but still slim with well-toned muscles.

I said something to that effect noticing that he was eye-balling my body.

I was doing the same thing to his and we both liked what we saw.

"And we don't need Viagra either," he said.

That fact was obvious. We embraced and kissed, his tumescent organ pressed to mine.

On the drive to the airport I thought to myself that I had had sex with my wife, by conservative estimate, probably 5000-6000 times and I still wanted to do it more. But now, I knew I had to do it with him again too.

I realized that I needed the raw, uncontrolled, masculine, animalistic sex that only he could satisfy.

After a long period of reflective silence, I said "Well, I learned several things this weekend."

"What?" he asked.

"For one thing, I'm heterosexual," I answered.

"Oh yeah?" he responded, sounding worried.

"Don't worry. I don't mean you. I don't know what it is but we have chemistry and I wish we lived closer together because another thing I learned is that I have to have sex with you on a regular basis."

"I know what you mean about chemistry. Sex between us is different. I'm not sure what it is but it's good," he said.

"The feel of our cocks together is different from anything you can do with a woman . . . so compeltely masculine...impossible to explain."

"Yeah, and the kissing is different too. I guess it's the intensity, the hardness I like."

"And don't forget the fellatio," I added.

"Yeah, I don't think I've ever had such good head, and I didn't realize that sucking a fat dick is so intoxicating," he said.

By the time we got to the airport, we agreed to come up with some kind of way to get together every now and then. Maybe an annual fishing trip could be arranged.

When I finally got home that evening, the past weekend almost seemed like a dream. I began to wonder if it really had happened. Was it only a dream? But then as I was getting ready to shower I noticed a red pubic hair peeking out of my own dark pubes. No, it was no dream.