I took a few days off to go home and visit my mom on her birthday. While I was in town I looked up this guy I knew in high school. Hanzo. My first blowjob. I thought he might be married with a passel of kids— even in high school he was that kind of guy—and I was right. Well, two kids, Cynthia 3 and Tommy 2. But another one on the way. He showed me the pictures and they were cute. Showed me a picture of his wife, too, and she was cute. We were walking around the old downtown—he’d taken off from work too. We ended up going back to my mom’s and had tea and biscuits, and then when my mom went for her nap, Hanzo and I went upstairs to my old room, which was now my mom’s sewing room, and we reminisced some more. Some of the reminiscing involved Hanzo’s cock in my mouth and then his mouth on my puss, just like old times.

Back then I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around his cock. Still can’t. The head barely fit in my mouth. So big! So much stuff! “You were my first and best blowjob ever,” I told him, toying his penis into fresh stiffness. He smiled that enigmatic smile, same as in high school. “What, I wasn’t your first and best ever?” Hanzo chuckled. “Second best ever,” he said. “Best is your wife?” I asked. “Best is right now,” he said, and he flipped me around and buried his cock in my cunt.