I jiggled my pocket change as I awaited my ride to the airport. I'd be giving a presentation on the conference's first day, but after that, I was free the rest of the week to go to any of the other lectures as I so desired. My presentation will be on the exciting subject of "Statistical Quality Control in the Service Industry." I had spent a lot of time trying to make a normally boring (nerdy) subject, but really interesting, and entertaining. I had given the presentation to my classes and I got laughs where they were supposed to be. I thought I was ready for whatever came along. Boy, was I wrong.
My wife walked up to me and gave me a hug like we were in a "Cialis" commercial and said, "How will your students get by without their professor for a whole week?"
"I've given them more homework than they can do and besides I have four TAs to work with my classes. They'll be fine."
Just then my ride pulled up.
My wife lovingly looked at me, saying, "You be good now and don't get into any trouble. I'll be waiting to hear how things go. Love you."
She kissed me as her hand stroked my beard and gave it a loving tug.
The flight was uneventful and we landed at the Ford International Airport only a few minutes late. Since I was one of the primary guest speakers, there was a limo waiting to take me and another speaker to the Amway Grand Plaza on Monroe Ave.
It was a cold day that caused my glasses to fog up as soon as I entered the hotel lobby. I found my way to the front desk and received the conference check-in "Welcome" packet; I was shown to my suite in the Pantlind wing.
Since there were almost 200 people attending, the conference was scheduled for the Pantlind Ballroom in that wing of the hotel. My luxury suite was very nice – king-size bed, One and a half baths, a lot of other amenities – really first class.
I settled in and decided to do a walkabout. The hotel was extremely nice. I noticed there was a workout room with some free weights. Back in the day before I hurt my shoulders, I used to do heavy weights, but now, (two rotator surgeries later) I just do enough weight to keep toned. I was glad I had brought my workout gear. There was a sauna/steam room, too.
Returning to my room, I went over my presentation one more time just to refresh. Soon it was dinner time, so I headed for the MDRD restaurant on the twenty-seventh floor to take in the view. When each conference participant received their Welcome Packet, they were encouraged to wear their name tag provided during the whole conference. I was seated at a table for two, but soon with all the guests arriving, the place was packed. I saw a man with a conference name tag waiting to be seated. It looked like it would take some time, so I told the waiter that he could sit at my table if he didn't mind company.
The waiter showed him over. His name was Greg. We began with some small talk. This was his first big conference and at such a nice hotel. He looked about twenty 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."
*****
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? I tried that once and almost castrated myself. Let's say it didn't turn out too well."
"It's not too bad if you don't let it get out of hand. Once you decide to shave, you have to do it every few days or you'll be sorry."
"What do you use – clippers or razor?"
He replied, "The first time, it's scissors then the razor. After that, it's just the razor."
"Maybe that was my problem. I must have nicked my nuts three or four times using just clippers. You can't use direct pressure there to stop the bleeding. It hurts too much."
We both laughed.
We showered and returned to our rooms to get ready for dinner. There was assigned seating for the dinner. Greg was assigned the table next to mine. He switched seating assignments with someone at my table. Our table had four women and us two men.
There were two single women in their late twenties and two married women that were in their late thirties. We had some pleasant conversations with them. The two single women, an auburn-haired freckled beauty, Rita, and a cute petite brunette, Lucy, worked at the same company and this was their first business-paid excursion just like Greg. I noticed that they were sitting fairly close to each other and doing a lot of arm touching and hair arranging. I wondered if they were lovers.
The married women had husbands, kids, and all the distractions and turmoil that they bring. During dinner, I had to retrieve my wayward napkin and noticed 'Freckles' had her hand between Lucy's legs fairly high up. Now, I was sure they were lovers.
Dinner was excellent and the ladies departed for their rooms. I asked Greg if he wanted a drink because as a presenter my tab was comped by the hotel. Replying, “Sure.”
We headed for the bar and got a booth with a window that looked out on downtown Grand Rapids and the river. Continuing our dinner conversation, Greg said.
"You know, I would like to fuck either Rita or Lucy or both."
"Well, seeing how they were acting at dinner, I think they're lesbian lovers. Besides, I saw Rita with her hand nestled between Lucy's legs at dinner."
He answered with some disbelief, "Really, I just thought they were good friends."
"Yeah, really good friends," I retorted.
"How do you know people are that way?"
"Well, you know some guys are gay and it's just obvious and others seem like normal guys. There's just a feeling you get maybe it's gay or lesbian radar. You just have to watch the clues they put out."
"How do you know all this stuff?"
"In all my classroom years, I've seen a lot of kids go through my classes, and it was kind of a game I played to see if I could read them, so I've developed a pretty good sense of people."
He asked, "I wonder what Rita and Lucy are doing right now?"
"They’re probably eating dessert in their room. That is each other."
"Yeah, I've always wanted to watch two women go at it."
"Why?"
Greg continued, "I guess it’s because they seem to know what to do with a pussy to make it feel great. I might learn some good techniques."
I replied, "I'm sure you could say the same thing for men, too."
"I hadn't thought about it, but that's probably true."
We finished our drinks and retired to our rooms.
*****
The next day, I saw Greg a couple of times between lecturers and asked if he would spot me again after today's schedule. He said that he'd be glad to.
When the day's events were completed, I called his room and told him to meet me at the weight room. He was wearing the same workout clothes as the day before and for some reason, I began looking forward to doing some bench presses.
Once we moved to bench presses, I decided to try and lift more weight. I put on 150 lbs. Greg had to get a better grip on the bar and was straddling the bench just above my head. The extra effort required by this weight caused his cock to slip out of his shorts. I was staring it directly in the eye, so to speak. It still looked good.
He said, "Excuse me. I've got to re-arrange this furniture."
He shoved his hand down the front of his shorts and moved his balls and cock around until they were re-secured.
When we had completed our workout, we headed for the sauna room again. The attendant gave us our towels as we entered.
Being alone in the sauna, I thought I was sensing something in Greg, so as we sweated, I removed my towel and wiped my face except I didn't replace it. My six-inch cock was just languishing on my leg.
I noticed Greg checking it out when he said, "If you want to shave down there, I could show you how I do it. I brought the things I use. You could come to my room later and I'll show you."
I replied, "OK, I have always learned best by watching someone who was a SME, subject matter expert."
He removed his towel and wiped his face and neck. He didn't replace it this time.
I was soon enjoying the show and soon had to replace my towel before I revealed too much. We showered and headed to our rooms. I told him I'd be there after I got dressed.
I knocked on his door. Opening it, he smiled while inviting me in.
I said, "Where are we going to do this?"
"The bathroom is best the first time, so you don't get hair all over the place. After you've done it once, you can do it almost anywhere."