Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2008 23:02:24 -0500 From: Journal Man Subject: Church Retreat with Hank I used to go on lots of church retreats with other adults. There was a local campground that we would frequently use. We always had to share rooms with another person. Mostly couples would stay together, but since I am single, I would get stuck with other guys not attending with a spouse. One trip I stayed with a guy I will call Hank. He was a good-ole boy in his fifties. He was not really fat but hefty, bearded, and not very attractive. I had known Hank and his wife, Mary for many years when this took place. We weren't great friends but we were pretty comfortable with each other. To me Hank was not attractive in the face, so I had never really ever fantasized about him or anything. Each room had its own bath that was very small and did not have any sort of exhaust fan. The rooms had no air conditioning, and this trip took place during the summer when it was pretty hot. As a result, I wasn't very surprised when Hank asked if it would be okay to leave the bathroom door open while he took his shower that first night. I'm usually always interested in checking out other guys when they get naked if I have the chance, but with Hank, I really didn't even bother. I heard Hank turn the shower off, so I knew that he was drying himself in the bathroom when suddenly he appeared strolling out of the bathroom without a stitch of clothes on and with a towel draped around his shoulders only. I think my mouth fell open at first because I was shocked to see him exposed like that, but it stayed open for a few seconds when I got a good look at what that man was packing. Honestly, I had never seen equipment as large as his. It almost looked artificial to me because it was so long and thick. He caught my stare and sort of just smirked, "yeah, I know." "Huh?" I responded trying to recover. "People always get that sort of shocked look when they see me naked." I don't know why, but I just sort of laughed. I couldn't think of anything to say. Finally, I said. 'I've just never seen anything like that before to tell you truth." "I got it from my Mom's Dad, I think. Except I think I'm even bigger than he was." "So did you flaunt that among your friends at college?" "Well most of them never saw me naked, but in High School, the football team always gave me shit." "They were just jealous, right?" "Well that's the thing. Guys always think that having a big dick means that you get the girl, but you have no idea. Most girls take one look at me and suddenly lose their appetite for sex." "Really?" "Trust me. After many attempts, I finally got one girl in college to agree to have sex with me. I can't believe I'm telling you all this at a church retreat!" "But what about other things rather than just plain sex?" "You mean like oral? No girl would ever take it. It's even bigger when I'm aroused." "How much bigger does it get?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it, but Hank took it in stride. "Not much longer, but it gets fatter. The most I could usually hope for was a hand job." "But you've got kids, right, so Mary must be okay with it." "When we got married, she was pretty innocent, so there was no way she was actually going to check me out naked, but I told her about it, and she didn't really think much about it, but when she actually saw me, she reacted just like every other girl. After that suddenly our sex life was just what the Pope would like: we only had sex in order to make babies." "Wow. You mean. How long has it been?" "My youngest kid turned 22 this year." "So how have you stood it?" Hank stared at me. He still hadn't put on any clothes, so I was feeling weird looking at him with that magnificent specimen hanging there. I also began to worry that he may have figured out that my interest went beyond natural curiosity and concern. Finally he said, "If I tell you something will you think I'm weird?" "Of course not. I can't imagine what one might do if they were cut off from sex." "In college, I found out that one of my fraternity brothers was gay when he offered to give me a blow job. I was pretty desperate, so I took him up on it. I figured it didn't make me gay or anything to let him do that, so I did it. He loved my size, and it was the best feeling I had ever had up to that point. So when it became clear that sex with Mary was going to be a rare event, I suddenly found myself on the lookout for guys that might be interested. I didn't go out in search of it or anything, but I can tell when a guy is interested." "I joined a gym and I took my time in the showers to give everybody a chance to check me out. If I noticed somebody with a special interest, then I'd play dumb and tease them a bit until they made some sort of advance. Over the years I've had a series of buddies that have been willing and eager to help me out." I began to blush because I felt like I was busted. Hank was telling me, I thought, that he knew I was interested. But he noticed my face and said, "Gee, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you all of this stuff. Mary knows that I look outside for relief but she doesn't really know it's with guys. I know you're not gonna tell anybody, but I shouldn't have unloaded like that on you." At this point Hank pulled on his shorts and climbed into bed and turned out the light. As I was lying in bed, I went from afraid that he knew I was interested to wishing he would realize it because I really wanted to have some fun with him during this retreat. I was torn. He had really turned me on, but I didn't want him to know that I was interested in having sex with him. I told myself to forget about it and just get some sleep. The next thing I knew I was saying, "Hank?" "Yeah?" "So do you have somebody who helps you out these days?" "Nah, not any more." "You mean, you've gotten over that need?" "I don't think you ever get over that, do you?" "So your looking for some outlet?" "Like I said, I don't really look or pursue. Opportunities usually come on their own." "So how long has it been since your last opportunity?" "You don't want to know much, do you?" "I'm sorry, I just..." I was mortified that I had said too much so I just laid there sort of frozen in bed. After a moment, I heard Hank get out of bed. It was dark so I couldn't tell what he was doing. My mind was racing. Was he going to bathroom? Had he decided to leave because of what I had said? Was he getting up to slug me? My mind was really going crazy, and I was in a panic. Suddenly the bedisde lamp turned on, and there was Hank standing right next to my bed. His shorts were right in front of my face, and he was sort of pushing out with his hips so that the outline of his dick was clear. His dick trailed down the left side of his shorts. He didn't say anything; he just stood there. Every so often he made a slight thrust with his hips, and I could tell that his dick was filling out a bit. It began to press more and more against his shorts and make them tighter around his hips. I looked up into his face, and I just couldn't resist but to reach out slightly with my hand toward him. I didn't touch him, but his eyes gave me permission, so I did. Immediately his dick came alive. It got harder and pressed tighter against his shorts. I looked in his eyes as I reached my hand into his fly. I grabbed hold of his hardening member. At that point he sort of collapsed on my bed lying on his back with his crotch near my face. I went to town on him. He helped me out by pulling his shorts down far enough to free his big dick. He was fully erect now and I just began pumping him. He tensed up, and I kept pumping. Soon he was spewing his stuff. One shot after another all over me, himself and my bed. After he was done, he slowly pulled off his shorts and used them to mop up the mess. I was surprised when he leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss and whispered, "thank you." He tossed his shorts in his pile of dirty clothes, climbed back in his bed naked and was soon fast asleep.