Vegas, Fun, Gambling, and...

Before I tell this story, I want to let the readers know that this is a true account of a real story involving myself and my best friend back in 1999. We were both 29 at the time and I'd just had Lasik (eye surgery)and wanted to take a trip back to Vegas to see it with my own eyes. I also want you to know, I will change his name for privacy and he and I have messed around (over the years) more times than I can recall.

It started out in September, my best friend whom I'll call Kyle had just graduated, right after I had my eyes done, from rehab training from a knee injury a few years prior. I was very proud he'd accomplished this and longed to get away for a while and wanted to take him to Vegas, just him and I. He was dating someone-which I refuse to discuss(too personal-LOL). Anyhow, like I said, he and I had messed around many times in the past and the thought of getting away from everyone here was intoxicating. I was ready to go. He cleared his schedule and I, mine. We left spur of the moment. Even freaked out a bit as we left on Columbus Day and failed to take into account the banks were closed. Luckily I called MGM and they said I could write sizable checks and I also had use of the ATMs. 

We flew out on a Monday night. I'd only flown once before. To and from Vegas ironically. Flying didn't bother me. He, on the other hand couldn't shut up and has flown several times-the wuss-lol. I was amped to see Vegas with my own eyes. The flight was about 70 minutes and we were there in no time. We got to MGM and got settled in and I was pulling out some of the things I knew I wanted to wear most so as they'd be less wrinkled. He opted to take a shower. Instantly I knew I had a golden opportunity. I played it off so as to not arouse suspicion. See, in reality, Kyle is more straight in his mind than bi-I beg to differ, but I digress. So, I always knew to seduce him I had to play it just right.

As he headed for the shower, I called out to him, "Hey, leave the door open bro. I may need to piss while you're in there." He attempted to protest, but let it rest. So, I played it cool a few more minutes and then casually strolled in needing to pee. I made small talk about the shower as it was rather roomy. And the showerhead was putting forth a great shower. He answered it was great and then I made like I was going to walk away. Well, seeing how it was warm when we left home I was in shorts and a tee shirt. Far too easy to get undressed. In a blink of an eye I was out of my clothes. 

Kyle was quick to protest as I opened the shower door to join this hunk, "Hey, I want to shower alone and get going and hit the casinos." 

That wasn't what I wanted to hear and ignored him. I got in and said, "Hey, if we double up, we can get out of here faster." It was weak, but I knew it'd work. He didn't offer much in the way of resistance. I was quick to offer to wash his back. Now, little background. Kyle had at the time a great swimmer/jock bod, me, little need of gym time. Anyhow, I loved having the chance to soap his bubble ass up with soap. He finally relented and let me do so. And then he washed me. I horse around a bit to get him to relax and he kept urging me to stop. Not in a nasty way, more playful. He, being the straight guy as he liked to declare, remained flaccid, me, the hornball that wanted him was hard. 

It wasn't long before I was reaching for his cock. He tried to push me away again, but I told him, "Come on, everyone's back home. We both can use this and neither of us have had any in a while. Besides, I'll give you extra cash to spend." I forgot to mention earlier, Kyle was my guest and I gave him spending cash. The money was just enough for him to give in. Before long, we were under the shower kissing. Which, when there's a height deficit like ours, isn't easy. Me being 6' 6'' and he being 6' 1''. Its not easy to kiss in a shower with the floor all wet and slippery, but I spread my legs out to get closer to him. This also allowed for more ease for fondling and touching.

It wasn't too long his cock was solid as a rock. Now, here's the thing: Kyle's cock is a very thick 7''. More closer to 7.25''. Normally a man's cock is more cylindrical, his is more flat-like. So sucking it is a bit of a challenge, but far from enough to stop me. We were quick to stroke, and suck and all the fun, hot man to man things. We weren't out to make love, just get off. Kyle went to work on my cock, 7.5 X 6 and was driving me mad with lust. Now here's the kicker, for a self professed straight guy, he sure had NO hard time throating my tool. Never did. We're talking to my bush. Me, I kind of struggle, but last time we messed around got pretty damn good.

Our shower fun was making my mind spin, my heart race, and my balls boil. I wanted him so damn bad. I had done eveything in just such a fast pace as it was getting later. I licked his clean, hairy hole smelling a faint trace of pheromones and soap. I was going nuts. He took me, spun me, and had me put my hands on the walls and the proceeded to kiss down my back. I started making sounds I never knew I could.

"Michael, shut up. You're so fuckin loud." The areas he was hitting was driving me of of my mind. "If you don't shut up, you're gunna get us kicked out of here." For a man, I can get damn loud and learned that night loud when getting worked over, too.

I attempted to answer him, but thought, oh fuck it. Not worth it. I didn't want that moment to stop. The very fiber of my being was his to control. We ended up kissing again and I couldn't hold back. My cock soon erupted my man-lava all over his flat belly. The cum mostly ran down his bush. I was spent. But he had yet to get off.

I spun around and was quick to offer my ass. He'd fucked me before bareback and I wanted it again. OK, little background, he had been living with me at the time and I knew all of his habits and since the surgery on the knee, was celibate. (Little footnote...He's had like 3 surgeries since and is now married and is STD free). 

Although Kyle can leak precum like a faucet, with the shower cascading down upon us, there was little we could do to keep his precum on my hot hole-sad as I really wanted him to fuck me and fill me with his cream. Plus the showerhead was like fixated where it was. Well, try as we might, nothing. Then a thought occurred to me, how about between the thighs. As it would happen, it worked. His cock was leaking enough precum to lube up my inner thighs and the water doing little to wash it away. Well, by this point, his mock fucking had gotten my cock to wake back up. Sad to say Kyle never got off as his knee popped as a result from the injury. It killed the moment, but I totally understood.