Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2008 23:02:24 -0500
From: Journal Man <journalman@columnist.com>
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.