Grand Rapids' Conference - Sex Stories

Grand Rapids' Conference

... years younger than me maybe in his mid-thirties to forty. As we talked, I found out that he liked all kinds of hunting and did it regularly, especially during deer season. He had some pictures on his phone of a really nice buck. He said it was a twelve-point. I also found out that he lifted weights, too.

"I like to lift free weights, but with my shoulders, I like to have a spotter even if I'm not lifting a lot. Would you spot for me tomorrow after we finish the day's schedule?"

"Sure, I brought my workout clothes, too. I'm sure we'll be ready to work off some first-day tension."

I agreed and he gave me his room number. My presentation was a big hit. The conference organizers and even the hotel folks commented on how well I did with a dry subject. I was elated and called my wife to brag a little.

"Honey, I never had any doubt that it wouldn't be anything but great. You just like to worry. Have a good time and remember don't get into trouble. I'll see you soon. Love ya."

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Once the day's schedule was over, we had three hours before dinner. I gave Greg a call. He said he'd change into his workout clothes and meet me in the weight room. I headed down to the first floor to the exercise room.

Greg was already there. He was wearing an old ratty tee-shirt and a pair of old workout shorts that looked like basketball shorts from the sixties. They definitely didn't come down to his knees.

We did some curls and tricep exercises. I went over to the bench press ...

... setup. I put 125 lbs. on, and Greg gave me a spot. In order to do that and not hurt his back, he needed to stand almost directly over my head. Looking up as he lowered the weights to my hands, it was hard not to notice that he wasn't wearing a strap or any underwear. Besides that, he was really hung. I did my ten reps and he did his. We worked our way through several sets and decided it was time to hit the sauna.

The attendant gave us towels to sit on and cover ourselves. We were the only ones in there. It felt great – the heat just melted away the tension from my presentation, and sweat started to dribble down my face, shoulders, and back. After ten minutes, Greg was getting pretty sweaty, too. Sweat was getting in his eyes and he used the towel that was covering him to wipe his face. That's when I noticed that he had a really nice-looking cock - very symmetrical and hairless.

His cock was really thick, over two inches, and at least seven inches long. That was even without being hard. I don't know why, but I felt a stirring.

I'd had an off and on again sexual relationship over several years with a neighbor named Gary during my twenties and early thirties, but I hadn't felt that way in a long time. I'd seen my share of cocks in the locker and country club dressing rooms because there's always one or two guys in the group that like to walk around naked.

Pointing to his crotch, "I see you must shave or something. Exactly how do you do that without cutting yourself? ...