Where Is He? The Love Of My Life

Prom weekend we all went down the shore. I pretended to be drunk in a hotel room. The door was left open. As everyone partied, guys walked by and they saw me in there naked and "passed out". There were numerous cocks that I had. At one point I was air tight. At the end of the night I had dried cum all over me! I was so proud of myself... So satisfied. But there was one guy in particular that I fell in love with. He walked in, saw me passed out. I had my eyes closed but not fully. I could see him standing there. Just staring at me. I was waiting for him to take his cock out and fuck me. He walked into the bathroom. He came out with a soapy wash cloth. He proceeded to clean me off from head to toe. He took off his sweatshirt and put it on me. It smelled like his cologne. He covered me with the blankets, shut the lights and locked the door behind him. I never seen him again. 30 years later. All I have is the memory of a decent man (the love of my life) and a sweatshirt.