As sixty seven year old Everett Horton sat on the edge of the motel room bed waiting for his new acquaintance to emerge from the bathroom, his mind kept going back a half a century to a motel room even more dingy that this one in Colonie, New York was.
Back then Everett wasn't the old geezer waiting at the bed. He was the lad in the bathroom getting dressed the way that the man wanted him, and while it disturbed him back then when he was the one putting on the panties he had been given, Everett feared that the reason it had bothered him was that he had liked it. A lot, and while it was the only homosexual experience in his life, he had been tempted many times since then but had resisted.
The young fellow in the bathroom wasn't much like he had been. Tommy - what he had given as his name - was a 19 year old college student and was nowhere near as naive and ignorant as Everett had been back there decades ago in that motel in Malone, New York.
This effort to recreate the past on Everett's part had been on his bucket list for decades, and now with his wife passed for a few years and his time running out he had used social media and technology to find a young fellow willing to help him.
Everett explained what he was interested in doing and said that it would involve a bit of role playing, part of it with him being the seducer like that other man had been, but in the end Everett wanted to play the himself in the role he had played half a century ago. At that point Tommy would begin playing the part of the man that took Everett the boy that night.
Everett knew it was risky to have a casual meeting with a stranger like this but he realized it was a bigger risk for young Tommy who had a lot more to lose. They had both been cautious in meeting but in the end Tommy agreed to go along with it, even the panties.
The pink panties. Everett had been made to put a similar pair on back then, and while he hadn't have them on all that long he had enjoyed the feel of the satiny fabric on his skin and the way that man's hand felt as he rubbed him. This time though, Everett wanted to be in that other man's place, the one rubbing the panties and having Everett do things to him. After that, they would swap roles.
The bathroom door opened, effectively interrupting his reminiscing, and then Tommy entered the room slowly and shyly like he himself had. Unlike Everett Tommy was a big strapping lad, his 5'11" frame nicely proportioned, and his hairy legs showed that he was a natural redhead.
It wasn't Tommy's legs that Everett fixated on but the bulge in the panties that seemed to be throbbing in the snug confinement, and that was another instance where the two differed greatly.
"Tight?" Everett asked.
"A little," Tommy admitted and he grinned sheepishly, making him look a lot like Alfred E. Newman of the old Mad magazine days.
"Come here son. You look wonderful," Everett beckoned, and as Tommy came over to face him he could feel the heat from his body.
Everett reached out and ran his hands up and down the crinkly fur that covered the boy's lower torso, enjoying the feel while looking at what looked like a snake crammed into the tight pink undies.
"You're very well-endowed," Everett finally said when he couldn't ignore the elephant in the room any longer, and as he brought a shaky hand up to the bulge he added, "You're very well endowed indeed."
"Yes, I guess am," Tommy said as Everett's wrinkled hand made contact with the satin, and the boy let out a sigh that Everett echoed as the old timer ran his hand along the length of the bulge.
"You aren't even fully hard yet," Everett noted as his hand ran up the semi-spongy tube which was stiffening under his stroking, and as it grew longer and threatened to explode out of the satin Everett wheezed, "Oh my."
"We don't have to - you know," Tommy said of what the old man had told him he wanted done to him, but Everett shook his head no.
"No. I mean I can understand why you wouldn't want to, but I still do," Everett said before leaning forward and kissing the bulge, nibbling his way over towards Tommy's hip where the the tip was.
"Good, because I want to,' Tommy said as he cradled the old skull in his hands. "I want to fuck you in the ass so bad."
Everett's heart skipped a beat when he heard those words in the last sentence, because that was what that man had said to him 50 years ago.
"I like the way these panties feel on my dick," Tommy said as Everett gently bit the satin. "Don't know if it's the panties or what you're doing but either way, it's making me really hard."
"I know," Everett agreed as he rubbed the flat of his hand along the length of Tommy before wrapping his arms around him and hugging him, his hand squeezing the tight buttocks while exhaling loudly.
"I want to see you," Everett said as he leaned back, but Tommy's freckled hands grabbed his when he brought them up to the elastic of the undies.
"Get your clothes off first sir," Tommy told him, and reluctantly Everett got up and shed his shirt and trousers, but when he started to sit back down Tommy stopped him.
"The boxers too sir," Tommy said.
"In a while."
"Now sir," Tommy said, and as he reached down and grabbed the base of his own cock through the satin he squeezed it and added, "If you want this get them off. They're coming off anyway."
Everett shrugged and very reluctantly let his baggy boxers drop to the carpet, half expecting the boy to laugh at the sad little wrinkled tube that was barely visible in the silver bush around it.
"Love hairy chests," Tommy said as he ran his hand over the silver cloud on Everett's chest and looked down at the senior's tiny organ without comment while letting his hand go down to take it. "Relax. You're supposed to be enjoying this."
"I am, believe it or not," Everett said as he felt his dick begin to get hard as the lad pulled and stretched it out to something halfway respectable.
"That's it - I can tell you are," Tommy said with a smile as he let go and put his hand on the old man's shoulder and eased him down to the perch at the end of the bed.
