A couple of years ago, I wrote about a rather memorable Halloween encounter with two brothers dressed as Buzz Lightyear and Woody from Toy Story. Some of you might remember that story. It caused quite a bit of buzz at the time, and not just because one of the boys was dressed as Buzz.
Apparently, some readers thought I’d gone too far. Others thought the whole thing was fucking hilarious. Personally, I thought it was a Halloween worth remembering, and then I moved on. I meet a lot of men, and while some make a lasting impression, I don’t usually expect them to pop back into my life years later.
Well, guess who I ran into recently?
I was visiting the same university where I’d originally met the boys. I was there for entirely unrelated reasons when this handsome young man approached me with a huge smile on his face. He was clearly excited to see me, although it took me a second to place him.
Then he introduced himself.
“Woody.”
Holy shit. I remembered him immediately.
Turns out our little cowboy has grown up quite a bit. He’s in medical school at the university now, and he’s looking damn good. A little older, a little more confident, and considerably more polished than the young man I remembered from that ridiculous Halloween adventure. He still had that same smile, though, and apparently a very good memory.
We talked for a while, catching up on what he’d been doing since our first encounter. I was genuinely pleased to hear about medical school. It’s a hell of a lot of work, and he seemed to be doing well. But it didn’t take long before the conversation turned to our shared history. He remembered that Halloween every bit as clearly as I did.
Then he asked whether I might be interested in spending some private time with him.
Naturally, I had one question.
“Is your brother coming too?”
The poor boy actually blushed. Apparently Buzz is working clear across the country now, so there wasn’t much chance of getting the old team back together.
Too bad. I rather liked playing with both of Andy’s towys.
Still, I wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity to see how much Woody had matured. I told him where I was staying and invited him to visit my hotel room that evening. He agreed immediately, and judging by that ridiculous grin, I suspect he spent the rest of his day thinking about it.
He arrived that night looking considerably more nervous than he had earlier. Funny how a man can confidently approach a woman in public, ask to spend time with her, and then suddenly remember exactly what he’s volunteered for when he’s standing outside her hotel room.
I let him in, gave him a quick kiss, and told him I wanted to see whether he’d become any better at following instructions. He laughed, but when I told him to stand still and let me look at him, he did exactly that. I made him wait while I finished my drink, asking questions about medical school and occasionally reminding him that he was there because he’d specifically asked for my attention.
Eventually I told him to undress. He looked at me for a moment, smiled, and complied. I took my time looking him over, teasing him about how much more confident he’d seemed earlier that afternoon. He admitted that being alone with me again was bringing back some rather intense memories.
Good. I remembered them too.
I asked him what he’d learned since that Halloween, and he told me he’d become considerably more experienced at pleasing women. That was a pretty bold claim from a boy standing naked in my hotel room, so naturally I told him he’d better be prepared to demonstrate.
And I’ll give Woody credit. He’s improved.
His oral skills, in particular, were exceptional. I remembered him as an enthusiastic young man who still had quite a bit to learn. This time he was attentive, confident, and clearly much more experienced. He understood my preferences, listened when I gave him direction, and didn’t need the constant corrections I remembered from our first encounter.
Apparently he’s been doing some extracurricular studying alongside all that medical coursework.
I told him I was impressed, too. There’s no point pretending a boy hasn’t improved when he genuinely has. He was absolutely delighted to hear it, although I made sure he understood that one good evening didn’t automatically earn him a permanent place on my travel calendar.
What amused me most was the difference between the two versions of Woody. The Halloween cowboy had been young, nervous, and rather overwhelmed by the whole experience. The medical student in my hotel room was still submissive, still eager to please, but much more comfortable admitting exactly what he wanted.
Before he left, we talked about the possibility of seeing each other again. I’ll certainly keep him in mind the next time I’m visiting that university. A handsome future doctor with excellent manners and a demonstrated willingness to serve is hardly someone I’m going to forget twice.
Oh, and I told him to tell his brother I said ‘hi’ and expect to see him soon too!
Good story. Interesting in how what goes around, comes around. Literally. Glad both of you had a great time together. c.