Walking through O'Hare airport in Chicago, I stopped short when I recognized my old friend Roger, whom I had not seen since our college days back in Oklahoma. Roger recognized me as well, as he smiled broadly and stuck out his hand. It had been almost 35 years since we had last seen each other and now we happened to meet by chance in an airport, both of us laying over for the night on business.
Roger and I had been close friends growing up back in Oklahoma, and had attended one year of college together before I flunked out and joined the Marines. I found out that Roger had gone on to get his PhD and was a college professor. I was a construction manager and had been married for over 30 years. Roger had only married in the last 10 years. His hair was now a salt and pepper gray, but over all he hadn't really changed that much over the years. On the other hand, I had gained some weight, and even though I was just over six foot two, I was not in near as good of shape as I had been back in the day.
We decided to get a cab together and go out for dinner so we would have a chance to catch up on old times. I couldn't help but remember the intimate experience we had as teens, while I was spending the night at his house, almost 40 years ago. (For background information, read my story -- "Playing Husband & Wife"). I wondered if Roger was thinking the same thing when he suggested we get a hotel room first, before we went to dinner.
Since I already had reservations I asked if he wanted to stay at the same hotel. He readily agreed. When the cabby dropped us off at the hotel, we found out there were no additional vacancies. Roger was quick to suggest he get a cab and find another hotel, but of course, I insisted he stay in my room since I had two double beds. There would be plenty of room, so he agreed.
We found our room on the 8th floor and dropped off our luggage and washed up, then headed down to the hotel restaurant for dinner and drinks.
By the time we finished, we had consumed a bottle and a half of fine Beaujolais and both of us felt somewhat giddy.
On the way back to the room we were both having a great time and waxing eloquent about days gone by.
Once inside the room, Roger insisted I shower first as he turned on the TV, so I stripped down to my underwear and grabbed my dop kit and headed for the bathroom. As I showered I began to think back about our childhood experience together that night at his house, and began to develop an erection as I fantasized about what could happen, yet once again, in our hotel room.
After drying off and brushing my teeth, I wrapped one of the large Turkish towels around my waist and exited the bathroom. Roger had already stripped down to his underwear and T-shirt and was sitting on the edge of his bed watching TV. He looked up and smiled as he headed for the bathroom.
I turned out all the lights except for the lamp above my bed, and slipped under the covers, completely naked. In anticipation, I put a tube of self warming KY jelly on the night stand between us. It was in plain sight, and Roger was sure to see it. I wouldn't say anything, but I'm sure he would know that I was willing if he was. As I lay back watching TV, and wondering what may happen, I gently fondled my clean shaven scrotal sac and gave my semi-stiff penis a squeeze. Over the years I had developed a thicker and more mature penis, and a lower hanging scrotal sac. I could only imagine what Roger's thick penis and heavy balls would look like if he had matured as much as me. I heard the shower stop, and waited in anticipation to see how things might play out.
When Roger stepped out of the bathroom, he flipped off the light and walked toward his bed with a thick towel wrapped around his waist. When he had turned down his covers, he allowed the towel to drop to the floor, giving me a full frontal view of his nakedness.
Erotic thoughts flooded my mind as I visually devoured his genitals. His long thick penis was still young looking and perfectly circumcised, elongated in a semi-erect condition. His heavy balls hung low between his thighs inside a clean shaven scrotal sac. It seems both of us were used to shaving down there to facilitate the enjoyment of our wives when they sucked us to orgasm.
As Roger began to get in bed, he stopped and picked up the tube of KY Jelly.
"This brings back memories," he grinned as he set it back down and slipped under the covers.
I flipped off the light above my bed and we both lay there, without saying a word, watching the TV. The light from the screen cast an eerie glow about the room, and gave off just enough light so that one could clearly see what was taking place in the other bed. I turned down the volume so that we were watching only the video.