first thought was ‘O, Wow, I really want to get into that with them!’ The thought of having group sex with two other guys – they were both really hot guys, by the way – and with my wife was a real turn-on. How perverted is that?” He laughed, grinning at me, but his eyes weren’t grinning like they normally were. They were searching, boring into me, transfixing me as I sat at the table with the wine and his presence, his voice, his body so close to me, and my under-the-table woody. He said, quietly, “That really was my first thought, and you’re the only other person in the world I’ve ever told that to.”

My feeble brain was already spinning from the wine, but even more so from his comment about “…they were really hot guys…” Since when was Cockhound Todd, who had fucked damn near every girl in our huge high school, calling guys – any guys - ‘hot’? I tried to reply with something cool and hip, but the most I could manage was to mumble, “I don’t think it’s perverted at all. Whatever turns you on is what you should do – what you should pursue.” Such profundity!

Todd grinned fully at that, even his eyes, and said “Yeah, man, that’s what I hoped you’d say, because that’s what I intend to do. I’ve got some more stories for you – let’s get one more plateful though before they close up.”

We raided the buffet table again, especially the dessert table – we were like kids in a candy store. I was still carrying a number three wood golf club between my legs, and watching Todd’s hot round asscheeks twitch back and forth in his tight jeans as he walked up to the table ahead of me didn’t help. He got back to the table ahead of me, and watched as I put my plates down. He was openly eyeing my crotch and said “I didn’t see any salami out there – where’d you get that one from?”

I flushed a furious red and didn’t say anything, just sat down quickly. I was too embarrassed to speak, and buried my face in my plate. He reached under the table and put one hand on my knee and said “Don’t worry – like I said, I’ve seen and done a lot of new things since graduation, and I have a lot more stories for you!”

He withdrew his hand and laughed uproariously, and slugged down some more wine, and kept on giggling as he finished eating and watched my face. I didn’t know what to think, whether I was being played for a fool (as usual) or if there was really something else here, something I had never dared hope for, but wanted so desperately. I had never had sex with anyone, male or female, as yet – I had only watched videos and whacked off alone, and done some backseat petting the night of the Prom. Todd was still smirking at me as he finished up his food and the wine (and three or four desserts) and then he said, “C’mon, buddy, let’s get out of here. I am SO glad to see you again – you don’t even BEGIN to know! Did you drive up here?”

I told him no, that Andrea had picked me up, and I was hoping to get a ride back to