"Tommy, I printed our boarding passes. Our plane leaves at 4 pm."
"OK Brendan, I'll be at the gate slightly before 3 o'clock."
Brendan and I knew each other since high school.
Both of us were born on the same day, June 8.
Our fathers worked in the same factory and arranged our birthday party together. That's how we first introduced to each other.
We were total opposites. I was always medium/short height, weighed like an average chicken, brainy, and loved to read. My test scores were always top of my class. Brendan on the other hand was a big & tall. He loved to play sports and hated school. Except for sports, his other scores were all below average.
Brendan was always surrounded by pretty girls who liked to be seen with him. I didn't blame them. He was very attractive, and as a linebacker he helped the school win 2 football championships. Unlike him my look was average at best. In high school I had only one girlfriend. Our 'relationship' lasted 2 weeks, that can be summarized as two dates in a cheap restaurant, one movie and two times of unsuccessful kissing episodes...
Brendan and I became best buddies as seniors in high school. I helped him with examinations, so he could pass and move to college and he pulled me into his social circle (although I was fairly quiet there and was listening and watching more than being a real participant). I frequently joined him to watch his ball games, and later sat by the showers and dressing room.
I saw him naked multiple times, amazed how God created such a great body...
One day a known jerk from my class tried to bully me to do an assignment for him. I refused and he threatened to hit me after class. I got scared and told Brendan about this guy. He hugged me and said, "You go home as usual. I'll follow you. If he comes even close to you, I'll 'convince' him that he made a big mistake..." As I was leaving the school yard, the jerk approached me with his fists ready. I started to run. He chased me. All of a sudden I heard a cry, "Please don't... I promise... Please let me go..." I looked back and I saw Brendan holding the guy's arm and pulling him to me. Once they were close, Brendan stared at the guy in a threatening way, "What did you want to say to Tommy?!..."
The guy looked down and whispered, "Tommy, I am sorry that I harassed you. It was my fault. How can I make it up to you?"
"Well, just stop being a jerk and quit annoying everybody around..." He whispered something that I and Brendan couldn't hear.
Brendan said loudly, "Jerk boy, I didn't hear what you just said, but let me be clear, if I ever hear or even smell you around my buddy, you better be sure that your will is ready! Are we understanding each other?!" "Yes sir. I swear..." From then on, whenever this guy saw me, he made sure to move in the other direction...
It was an interesting relationship. Two opposites who got along extremely well.
We both went to medical school. I went to Harvard and he barely got accepted to Tuft (I sat with him for 3 months day and night studying for the tests. My hunch was that a large contribution from his parents smoothed the way...).
Both of us went to psychiatry. Following graduation we worked in Massachusetts, but in different systems.
Brendan married a beauty queen and had 2 little daughters. I married my next door neighbor and was childless.
Brendan and I still kept in touch, although our family members did not mix.
We met occasionally at a bar or in reunions.
The annual meeting of our psychiatric society was one constant for us.
We flew together to our destination and stayed in 2 adjacent rooms or a suite.
This year the symposium was scheduled to be in New Orleans between June 9 and 12. I was excited to go.
By the time we were looking for lodging, most good hotels were booked solid.
We registered at the Driftwood and got a suite.
"Tommy, I printed our boarding passes. Our plane leaves at 4 pm."
"OK Brendan, I'll be at the gate slightly before 3 o'clock."
We left a day early, on June 8. The flight left on time and landed around 6 pm.
We walked around on Bourbon street and drank some of their famous cocktails.
At 8 pm we returned to the hotel, both of us slightly tipsy, but happy.
Brendan wanted to take advantage of the hotel great amenities - Spa, jacuzzi, sauna, pool, exercise room.
I didn't feel like exercising (I never did...), but I agreed to go to the jacuzzi and sauna.
Brendan put on his shorts and a tee shirt. "I'll see you at the sauna in 30 minutes," and he left.
I went down to the jacuzzi area. It was quite small. Nobody was there.
I used my cellphone to look at the news and answered some of my e-mails, but after a short while I became lightheaded. I probably drank too much on Bourbon street...
Then I went to the sauna. Nobody was there either.
I undressed, covered my lower part with a white towel and waited for Brendan.
He entered 5 minutes later after taking a short shower.
He put his towel over his shoulder and sat naked on the upper shelf.
He closed his eyes, leaned backwards and his legs spread slightly.
I sat on the lower shelf across from him and stared at his body.
He looked the same as I remembered him. Tall, muscular hairy chest, six pack abs and massive thighs.
His cock was soft and 5" long, leaning down and slightly to the left. It was circumcised and hid the large sac.
Unlike his big tool, my small dick reached a measly 4.5"... at peak erection!
