I had been pleasantly drunk. Now, I was just drunk. And tired. Tired, weary, bored, unhappy. I had trudged upstairs to men's room in this non-descript, rather shabby lounge some genius had chosen for our school reunion. Class of 2000. That was us. Back then I'd been a thin, pale skinned twink with a tight butt. Now... well, I wasn't that anyway.
And I was drunk. It had been enjoyable enough meeting the old boys again. Some of them more than others. David especially. I'd always had a thing for David, and still did to a degree. He still looked pretty good. He'd been an absolute stunner 25years ago. A real rugby jock, boyishly handsome but athletic and ripped. Straight as a die though, although we did have that one brief mutual fondle on a school tour one year. Probably ok with him because I did look rather feminine at school with big floppy black hair and full red lips. But he was a sound guy and a good mate and was still great company. Still had a hunky arse too.
However, I was drunk, tired and probably on the way home as I entered the men's room. Then, I saw a vision. Incredible! The lad washing his hands was a living image of David as he had been when we had graduated. Well, almost so. He wasn't built like David. He was more akin to the slender self I had been. And there was a definite twinkish air about him. But the face was David's, just with that more pretty, less ruggedly handsome twinge. He was hot.
And he was smiling at me.
I returned an uneasy smile, nodded and headed over to the urinal. Of course, by this time I'd remembered that David had said something about one of his sons being around later because he worked in a health store nearby and would drop in after finishing. This cute lad was evidently David's progeny. And...no way. Not a chance! Okay, so the boy was possibly gay and probably even knew who I was and that I was too, but no way was I going to let anything happen here. Forget it boy (I said to myself). The guy is the son of a schoolmate you used to get hard for. That was 25years ago. How old could this guy be anyway? He...
He had joined me at the urinal. Oh dear. I coughed nervously. But of course I had to say something.
"You aren't David's son, are you?"
He beamed a big cute twink smile
"That's right. I'm Shawn" he said. "And you are Derek, no?"
"yeah. Good god. You're exactly like him you know. I mean you're dad. I mean, you're the spit of him when he was 18. How old are you?
