The Conference

Each year my job had me going to a conference- always in San Diego in August. It was a four day affair and actually more of a student party than work, so I didn't mind going. The third year I went, I arrived at the hotel and while walking through the lobby to check in I ran into a guy I had met at last year's conference. His name was Greg- he was from the east coast. He was in his mid-50's, a handsome, fit man with gray streaked hair, deep blue eyes and a fit, muscular build. He walked with me up to the counter and I handed the clerk my work credit card and gave them my name.

Greg and I chatted as the clerk typed away at her computer, when she suddenly said, "Sir, we have an issue with your room. A pipe burst in the bathroom and we have a work crew up there fixing it, but it won't be done until tomorrow. We can put you up at our satellite hotel at the airport for the night at no cost and shuttle you back and forth at no charge." I was about to ask if there were any other rooms available when Greg interrupted and said "You can stay in my room for the night- I don't mind at all."

I said "Are you sure? I would want to put you out or anything" and he replied that it was no problem at all. So I grabbed my suitcase and up to his room we went. Well, we got up to the room and he opens the door and I immediately see that the room is a single with just a queen-sized bed. I immediately said, "I'll call down and have a folding bed sent up" and he says "Don't worry about it. Those folding beds are really uncomfortable. I won't bite." I laughed and said okay. It was getting late by then and neither of us had eaten so we went down to the lobby bar and ordered some drinks and a couple sandwiches and sat and talked for a while. We finished our sandwiches and drinks and I was about ready to order another round, when he says "No need to pay ten bucks for a scotch here at the bar- I have an unopened bottle of 12 year old single malt up in the room!" I answered "Great! Let's head up to the room then!"

We got up to the room and Greg pulled out the bottle while I went down the hall to get some ice. I got back and Greg was waiting with two glasses. He dumped a couple ice cubes in each glass, poured about three fingers, and handed me a glass and we sat there and talked some more. We finished off the glasses and Greg says, "Mind if I get comfortable?" I said no problem and he gets up, opens the closed and pulls out the hotel bathrobe then disappears into the bathroom and comes out a few seconds later then pours us another round. He was sitting across from me in a chair as I sat on the end of the bed. A quick glance down when he sat and I noticed that his robe hand spread open a bit and when he spread his legs I had a clear view of his crotch. He wasn't wearing underwear and I could see a very hairy set of balls and a nice, thick cut cock. I could help but take more than occasional glances and it was all I could do not to stare overtly.

After a couple more glasses, I was feeling pretty relaxed and said I was going to get comfortable too. My inhibitions were down from the scotch so I just stood right in front of him and disrobed down to my bikini briefs then propped up a pillow on the headboard of the bed and laid back and we continued to talk as Greg kept refilling our glasses. Two hours later and probably six scotches each later (plus what we had at the bar) and I was really feeling buzzed. Greg said he was about ready to turn in too, and got up and propped a pillow up as well, then laid next to me, still in his robe and we talked some more.

We ran out of things to talk about after a bit and were just sitting silently watching the news on the TV, when suddenly Greg turns to me and says "I'm feeling pretty buzzed. Are you?" I said yes, then turned to look at him. He was smiling and looking me up and down, then he reached over and put his hand on my leg just below my crotch and said "You're really a handsome man xxx, you know that?" I just smiled and looked down and his hand on my leg and he started to stroke my thigh gently. I just reached down and started stroking his hairy, muscular arm as he continued stroking my thigh.

After about a minute of this, with his other hand he undid his robe and opened it up exposing his very hairy chest, stomach and crotch. His thick, veiny cock was partially hard. He then looked at me and said, "Why don't you take off your underwear?" I reached down and pulled off my underwear then laid back down and he immediately turned on his side and started to passionately kiss me, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. Within seconds we were all over each other, holding our bodies tight, rolling around in the bed as we passionately made out.

Now I had never in my life ever considered having sex with another man- it was just something that never really even came into my mind. I had a girlfriend and we had a great sex life and were planning on marrying. But this! This was beyond amazing and I was incredibly turned on with what was happening. Soon we were both in the 69 position sucking each others cocks. This went on for a good half hour. Then I found myself licking his ass, going at it like it was my girlfriend's clit. After that he was on his hands and knees and I was bareback gay fucking him him like a total mad man. Whoever was in the rooms next to us had to be hearing a great show, because both of us were very vocal and very loud the entire two hours we were at it. I ended up filling his rectum with my load and he ended up filling my mouth with his. Afterwards we just collapsed in each other's arms and fell asleep shortly after with him spooning me all night long.

Needless to say, I just stayed in his room for the rest of the conference and each night we went at each other like dogs in heat. . Over the next three years it was the same- we arranged to get a room together each year for the conference and usually ended up spending more time in the room having sex than down in the exhibition hall. The fourth year I got an email from him saying he wasn't going to the conference that year. Over the next couple years I eventually lost track of him as he switched jobs and moved but to this day I am hoping to run into Greg again.