During high school, the baseball dugout was the designated spot for clandestine make out sessions, and so it seemed natural to head there now. After all, it was our high school reunion, and we were kind of reliving the daring of our youth, or at least the daring we wish we had back then. As we walked across the baseball diamond hand in hand, we looked around to be sure that we were alone, and that nobody else was trying to recapture their youth, it was as deserted as ever, and bathed in darkness, ensuring our privacy.

Gavin led me by the hand into the dugout and we sat next to each other in the darkness, suddenly shy and a little awkward, it really was almost like being a teenager again. A delicious sense of the elicit stole over me and made me bolder than I had even been before. I had not spent much time in the dugouts as a teenager and had always been a bit envious of those who had, it was time to make up for lost time, and dashed hopes.

As Gavin leaned in for a kiss, I reached for his hand, and placed it on my breast. He seemed shocked at first, almost like he didn't know what to do, now that his fantasy was becoming reality. The cold night air and my excitement hardened my nipples under his hand, and seemed to break Gavin’s momentary paralysis.

He leaned back in for a kiss as he began kneading my breast, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him to me as I leaned back so that he ended up on top of me and between my legs. I could feel his erection pressing against the now hot and steamy petals of my sex, our clothes making a barrier between us that I couldn't wait to shed.

Gavin began working his hands up under my shirt to get at my bare skin. His hands cupping me and almost burned across my skin, hardening my nipples even more, and sharpening the need coursing through me. I wanted to feel his hot hardness in my hands, so I began fumbling with his belt, urgently trying to get into his slacks.

Taking this as a sign of my willingness, Gavin began his own assault on the buttons of my pants, finally getting them open, he plunged his hand into my panties and found my hot, slippery center, causing me to momentarily forget about getting my hands on his rock hard shaft.

He eased a thick finger into me, the heel of his hand pressing to my clit, and began to slowly pump it in and out of me, priming me for something more. I was so wet and hot that he was soon able to slide a second finger into me, stretching me slightly and making me want to feel him in me. I felt an overwhelming desire to be filled, and to feel his body pressed against me.

I pushed him back to a sitting position and renewed my efforts to free his manhood from his pants. He stood to allow me better access, and I couldn't help but be surprised at the obvious size of the member straining his slacks. I worked his pants and boxers down over hips and his hard cock sprang into view. It was glorious, thick, and long, and his testicles were a heavy sack suspended beneath. He was fairly pulsing with arousal, and when I grasped the base of him and squeezed, he groaned and a pearl of arousal formed on the head. With my other hand, I tested the weight of his sack and leaned forward to taste him. It was such a turn on that he was so incredibly hard for me, but I wanted him dizzy with desire.

I touched my tongue to his tip, tasting his excitement, and he strained forward toward me, allowing me to envelope his ridged head with my mouth. Gavin gasped and thrust his hands into my hair, holding me still until he could get the throbbing of his cock and impending orgasm under control. His breathing was ragged for a moment, and when it evened out, he relaxed his grip on my hair, allowing me to explore his hard length with my lips and tongue.

After a few moments, he reached down to cup my elbows and drew me to my feet, finding my lips with his as he attempted to work my jeans down over my hips. I toed my shoes off, and then helped him to get my pants down, then holding his hand, I laid down on the bench and pulled him to me.

He settled between my thighs, his iron hardness pressed against my molten center, and kissed me as I pressed my hips up, trying to position him to enter me. He drew back, looking me in the eyes, and dragged the tips of his cock down my slit, over my clit, sending a sharp stab of need through me, and placed himself at my opening, as if giving me a chance to change my mind.

There was no way that was happening though, and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him towards me with my heels, needing to feel him impale me.

His broad head pressed into me slowly, giving me time to accommodate him without pain, but I was so wet that I pulled him in hungrily, his shaft invading me, stretching me, and filling me completely. I took him to the hilt and held him there, relishing the feeling of fullness he was giving me. He began to stroke into me dragging his entire length in and out of me in a rhythm that slowly increased until he was slamming into me and I was thrusting my hips to meet his strokes. Together we detonated, growling, panting and grasping at each other until the waves of pleasure receded, leaving us spent.