I'm currently 62 years old. I'm 5'11", stocky, maybe a little fat, but not bad for my age. I have a friend that I have been very good friends with, since 10th grade. We've been through life, death, marriages, divorces and anything else life throws at people. Through it all, we remained good friends.
This is a true story. I will change the names so we're not recognized and try to tell it as best as I can remember. I may add a little embellishment to make it more fun to read.
My friend Sam is about 5'11 as well. He's quite thin, about 150 pounds. He stayed in the area we grew up in. I, on the other hand, was a bit of a wanderer. Which means there were gaps that we didn't see each other for extended periods of time.
Sam has a committed relationship with a very nice, good looking woman. From what he has said, she's not much interested in sex anymore. I haven't specifically asked but, I would venture to guess that's why I have this story to tell.
I'm divorced. I am a caregiver for my folks. They're in their 80's with failing health; one has Parkinson's and the other dementia. As you can imagine, I don't have a chance to get out much. That is why Sam asked me to come over for a brief respite. Most people don't know the personal sacrifice caregivers make. If you know a caregiver, do what you can for them. Up to and including sex if you are willing and able and they're interested.
I guess it was early February of 2019. I got a text from Sam asking if I wanted to come over and hang out for the weekend. He said "My wife is going out of town for a girls weekend."
I said "Sure" and we figured out the details.
At that point my folks were still able to be left alone for an overnight. I arrived at his place on Saturday afternoon. We had a drink, listened to some music, probably had another drink and made something for supper. We ate supper, cleaned up and had another drink. We went into the family room and talked about different things. Nothing really out of the ordinary.
After a while I went to the bathroom when I came back Sam got up and went to the bathroom as well. I was sitting on the couch and when he came back, he sat down right next to me, with our legs touching. He seemed really nervous, and he was moving his jaw in a strange way, like he had a really dry mouth or something. It wasn't like him at all. He said "I need to share something with you." I was getting kinda freaked out thinking he was going to tell me he was dying or something bad.
I guess in a way it was bad but it was something from long ago, in his past. I won't go into it any deeper due to what happened to him. I said, "OK, but it's not your fault and you shouldn't feel bad about it."
