I was on a business trip on the west coast. I told my wife that I was going to visit my old college roommate. He had never married, and now I know why. We of course had a few drinks, but not enough to blame anything on. As we talked we were laughing at how things turned out, and he said how he had always wanted to have sex with me. I surprised myself by not being a bit put off by the confession. I asked if I would allow him to go down on me. And before I could think about it, I was taking off my clothes. I ended up spending the night and, surprisingly, never felt a bit of guilt. When my wife asked how I enjoyed my visit, I simply said it was fun being with an old friend who shared some common history. I think about it often.