This happened back in the 80s. After leaving college I had met a girl at work and dropped out of the gay swinging scene. There had been the odd encounter when the urge for MM sex got too strong but at this point I had not been with a man for over 6 months. In my last couple of years in school we had a really close and sociable group involving most of the year. Even though we all split up to go to different colleges or jobs we still kept in touch by having a casual meet up 3-4 times a year. It was a pretty loose arrangement and in those pre social media days was organised by word of mouth. After about 3 years someone suggested we did something a bit more formal by renting a room and sending out invites for a reunion, to hopefully get in touch with people who didn’t usually show up or had moved away. I didn’t organise it so had no idea how they found so many people but the response was overwhelmingly positive. We had never made a point of saying no partners when we met up, and so partners had also become part of our social group. It was decided therefore that partners could come to the reunion as well. There had been a lad called Gary at school. Although he was part of our wider circle of friends we were not close, and as he never came to our meets I hadn’t seen him since the day we left. It turned out that he had moved down to London a year after school and still lived there. Somehow though someone had managed to track him down and get him to come along. The evening was a huge success. We had to swap to a bigger room after getting so many RSPVs, but even so it was packed. Although I had come alone there were lots of couples so it was hectic getting round to see everyone. I didn’t see Gary arrive but after a couple of hours I found myself sitting at a table eating buffet with him and another guy I didn’t recognise. The stranger was mid-to late 30s, so a decade or so older than most of us, quite smartly dressed, slim and manicured. Gary and I started chatting and his friend was introduced as Scott. Straight away we all clicked and were soon having a great time laughing about everything and nothing. It was not long before they mentioned that they were a couple and, once it was clear I had no problem with that, they visibly relaxed. I had never had an inkling that Gary was gay when I knew him, and I don’t think any of us knew that his move to London was because he had come out after meeting someone, and moved to London to live with him. That person was Scott. There was nothing sexual or flirty between us, but as they relaxed I noticed that Scott, who was sitting between Gary and me, was very tactile. When making a point he would touch my hand or arm, and did the same to Gary. At one point his hand slid under the table and from the angle I assumed he was touching Gary’s leg. I had not been thinking about hooking up with anyone at the party, but now that I knew that they were a couple my interest was triggered, and I even started to wonder if there might be the chance that the magic word “threesome” might crop up!. Now what I haven't mentioned yet is that Gary was famous at school for the size of his cock. It had to have been 8" when soft and quite thick. I knew this as we all had to use the communal showers after PE and he was not shy about having it on view! I had never seen him hard but as I began to discover how I liked men, I used to fantasise about how huge it would have been erect and what he would be able to do to me with it. All this was going through my head as I sat there, aware that his monster cock was only a few feet away from me. I started to wonder if Scott was touching it? was it getting hard? Scott still had his hand under the table as he lent forward to tell me something over the noise I bent forward as well and managed to get a fleeting glimpse, confirming that his hand was indeed on Gary’s thigh, with his fingers close to or even touching where his balls must be. Knowing how Gary’s cock was long enough to touch his thigh I wondered if Scott was stroking more than his leg. Things were suddenly very horny and I was turned on, so inevitably my cock quickly swelled. Unfortunately I had decided to wear a Mami Vice raw linen suit (it was a very cool look at the time!) which was so light and thin that any underwear I wore showed through the trousers, so I had come commando. My previously free swinging cock was now erect and trapped uncomfortably in the material and it was my turn to sneak my hand under the table to adjust it without, I hoped, Gary or Scott noticing. When I was able to free myself the relief was palpable, but now I was concerned that I would have a very obvious tenting situation if I tried to stand up. As we carried on chatting I was unsuccessfully willing my cock to soften. Fortunately the entertainment chose that moment to come to my rescue. In preparation for the disco the lights were turned off and in the sudden darkness I grabbed my chance to make my excuses, saying I had to nip to the loo. As I stood I put my fist in my pocket to grasp my raging cock in an effort to avoid an obvious tent. There were two sets of Male toilets so I headed to the furthest one, guessing that most people would go to the closest. My guess was right as thankfully it was empty, so after checking the stalls I was able to undo my zip and waistband and pull my throbbing prick out at last. I have always liked sex in public places and find the risk a turn on, so far from cooling me off I was horny just with the thrill of having my cock out and exposed. Just as I was deciding if I was going to wank off in a cubicle or try and cool it down with tap water I heard the outer door open. With only a second to react I jumped to a urinal and pretended to pee, whilst also holding my trousers up. I was staring straight down, trying to look casual as the new occupant went to the urinal one over from me, unzipped and stood in the position. Then Scotts voice said "I don't think your going to be able to piss out of it in that state." I looked over to my right and sure enough there he was, smiling at me with a glint in his eye and his own cock out in his hand. As I looked at him he turned to face me and I could see that he was hard as well, squeezing a deleicious looking hard, cut 6”. I think I let out a gasp of delight and lust at the sight of him, and without another word he came and stood next to me and took hold of my cock, pulling the foreskin back and squeezing pre cum out. I turned to face him and he bent down, taking my cock in his mouth. For a moment he used the tip of his tongue to work the slit before opening wider and taking me fully into his mouth. In a moment he was bobbing his head up and down, using his tongue against my helmet to intensify the sensation. We could only have been in that position for a minute before he broke off and stood up to kiss me. His tongue was only in my mouth for a second though before we heard the outer door being pushed! We just managed to spin back towards the urinals in time as the inner door opened. Had the new user been paying attention we would have looked totally unconvincing but fortunately whoever it was just dived straight into a cubicle and locked the door. We both hastily zipped up and made our way out. I realised I was trembling with lust and the adrenaline from almost getting caught. Scott also looked flushed and excited, taking a moment to regain his composure before walking off down the corridor, saying over his shoulder "car park, 5 mins" before walking back into the party. I was too excited and distracted to follow him in and thought some fresh evening air would do me good, and of course I also wanted to get to the car park ASAP! I had only been out there a couple of mins when I saw Scott come out and make a beeline straight over to me. He told me to follow him as he walked over to the furthest end of the car park from the pub entrance. "I've nipped out to get some fags, because I'm out" he said as he pulled me into the dark shadows. In the darkness there was no hesitation as he pushed his lips against mine and soon our tongues were exploring each other's mouths. As we kissed feverishly his hands were pulling at my trousers, undoing them and allowing them to fall around my ankles. The cool night air hit my hot skin deliciously as Scott wrapped his fist around my shaft, squeezing the swollen flesh and groaning with pleasure into my mouth. Finally he broke off from our kissing and quickly opened the rear door of the car we were standing next to, which I realised was his. Pushing the door wide open and sitting on the seat with his feet sticking out put his mouth at the perfect height level with my dick, and he wasted no time resuming our interrupted blowjob. He was very, very good and any concern I had about being spotted by anyone dissolved as he alternated between pumping my cock into his mouth and W onderful licks and bites of my shaft. I was in heaven, holding onto the roof of the car as he now started to build up a rhythm. I knew I was close but then he grasped my balls with one hand and pulled on them. The pain and pleasure added to the fantastic work his mouth was doing and I was hardly able to gasp out that I was cumming before my cock exploded in his mouth. All caution had gone now as I cried out loudly, shooting my hot cum into his mouth. He clearly relished my load, moaning as he swallowed the mouthful of spunk before greedily sucking and working my shaft, milking me of every drop. Once I was spent he released me and sat back with a satisfied smile on his face. He licked his lips again to get any last trace of me on his tongue as I pulled my trousers up with shaking hands. As I did this Scott stood up and came to kiss me, grabbing the back of my head to pull me down as he pushed his cum flavoured tongue back into my mouth. I was determined to have my turn so, as we kissed I shuffled us around around until I could drop down into the car and take the same position he had. I started to unzip him, but he protested, telling me he couldn't. Gary was as horny as hell inside and talking about leaving early so that Scott could fuck him in a lay-by somewhere. As he was saying this though my fingers were stroking the bulge in his trousers only inches away from my waiting lips. “OK” I said, “if you don’t want me to do this you can just step away” and then kissed the bulge. He stayed where he was as I worked his rock hard dick through the tight material, and when I pulled his zip down again he could only groan and say “oh god”. Pulling his jeans and underwear down his cock sprang free, almost hitting me in the face. The musky smell of his Sex was intoxicating and I savoured it for a moment before reaching out to touch him. I gave the shaft and head a thorough licking and kissing, up and down the shaft as I cupped his balls. I had guessed from his treatment of me that he likes his balls pulled and squeezed and was proved right by the yelps of pleasure he made when I applied some pressure. He was totally turned on now, and clearly not willing to wait. Instead he grasped my head in both hands and firmly pulled my mouth onto his hot member. I only had a moment to savour the taste of his pre-cum because as soon as he had most of his length in me he began thrusting with his hips, his hands tightening on my head to pin me in place. As he fucked my mouth I clamped down as hard as I could with my lips. He was pumping hard and fast, grunting with each thrust and I was not surprised therefore that he did not last too long before I felt a pulse run through hisvprick. He never warned me or asked if I wanted his seed, but just froze in place gripping my head hard as the first spurt hit the back of my throat and filled my mouth. Only once he had cum did he speak, and only then to tell me to swallow every drop. It had been a long time since I had let a man use me like that and I gladly drank his load, then took my time cleaning him up thoroughly to let him know how much I enjoyed the taste. At this point I was so turned on and thrilled I would have let him do anything he wanted to, but now having cum he realised that we had been out there for 15mins and he needed to get back before Gary suspected anything. We therefore tidied ourselves up and, after a quick cum flavoured kiss he opened the glovebox and took out a fresh pack of cigarettes before going back in. I waited outside for another 5 mins to catch my breath and adjust my clothes before heading in. Gary and Scott were no longer at the table or anywhere to be seen so I started mingling with other friends. It was about half an hour later that I saw them heading towards the exit together and went over. Scott told me that Gary was feeling a bit unwell so they were off. As they left Scott turned back to give me a wink and a smile before leaving to do his duty. For the rest of the evening I kept smiling to myself at the memory of a wonderfully unexpected ancounter, and the though of Scott’s cock, with traces of my saliva still on it, pounding into Gary’s arsehole in a lay-by somewhere.