Vegas, Fun, Gambling, and...

We gave up our shower and got out, dried off and went to have fun in Vegas. We stayed out rather late and then close to dawn, dragged our tired asses to bed. Kyle in his queen-sized bed, me in mine. When we checked in, we almost got a room with a king bed, but the woman found us a room with two queens. I was pissed at her, nosey twat I thought to myself, I was looking forward to sharing a bed with him. So we finally fell asleep and I awoke first Tuesday after 11:00 am.

I knew Kyle had a backed up load of cum in his body and I knew it needed out. I went in as soon as I woke up enough, pissed a good piss, brushed my teeth because my morning breath is dragon-breath. I came out and quietly got in bed with my buddy I've known since high school. As luck would have it, he had on some shorts and undies-why he needs undies is beyond me. 

Now, before I go on, to be honest, Kyle could sleep through World War 3. And many times I've used this to my advantage. So into his bed I crawled and found him mostly hard already. I always liked building up to the moment. I'd flick his nipples with my fingers and suck them some. I'd scoot my crotch in and grind our hard cocks together. I'd slide my hands down his shorts and feel his smooth ass. I loved grinding my cock into his because he always pushed back. 

Before long I was kissing him softly. But too much so and I'd tickle him and he'd stir. I got smart. I'd place my mouth over his and suck his tongue out of his mouth and into mine. This never failed to get him rock hard and oozing precum. I reached in and felt his man-dew had begun. I slowly got his shorts down. I licked the head tasting my breakfast from this hot stud. The more I sucked, the more he relaxed and I'd roll him over to mess with him.

Before long I had the shorts off him and mine off me. I was sucking his swollen tool for what seemed an eternity. Finally I knew neither of us could hold out forever. On his side and me on mine, I thought maybe I could have him fuck me. I took his wet cock and ran in up and down my hairy hole. He had me pretty well soaked and lubed. I got it in and I guess too fast. I'd not done alot back there and knew very little and going easy would be best. So I hatched a plan, if I can have it in me, how about the thighs again?

Needless to say I got his cock between my thighs and under my balls. It wasn't long and I was fucking, him in a sense, in this unique position. Before long, though still asleep, he was doing the fucking. My thighs were drenched. I was going nuts. I reached back, grabbed his arm and threw it over me to feel closer to him. Being asleep, it was dead weight and it mimicked feeling like he was holding me. Every part of my body was on edge, in lust for the moment. I could feel his thick bush grinding my ass, and mixing with my ass hairs. I was going crazy. Mind spinning, yet fully aware of our every move.

It wasn't too long and he had begun pumping more vigorously and I sensed his orgasm was near. Sure enough he began unloading his wad. I was so in heat for him. His cum shot out on the bed, on my thighs, my balls, everywhere.

Spent, I lifted my thighs so as to not startle him knowing how sensitive a man's cock is after coming. I began to wonder, ok, what to do? How do I want to cum? Naturally this thigh thing seemed fun. I got up out of bed, walked around him, scooted his dead weight over, lifted his thighs, got my cock in there and began having my fun. It was perfect. I had his cum and some of my own precum as lube. Once behind him I was slowly rubbing his body. Feeling his smooth skin dance across my hands. I held his cock which had sprung back up as I pumped his thighs. All the passion had heated me up so much that it didn't take long for my balls to spill over. I laid there smelling our cum and the smell of manly sex as it hung over us. He was awake soon after.

"Good morning buddy," I said. He laid there and stared off to some other demension it seemed. I played it cool.

He responded, "Why the fuck am I all wet? What'd you do?" I laid there like the cat that ate the mouse. I knew I had to answer.

"Oh, that? I felt bad you didn't get off last night and seeing you there and looking so hot, I just couldn't help myself."

I thought I was dead. He laughed and said, "You're one sick mother fucker." We both laughed. He got up still nude, went in, took a piss and called out, "I'm hoping in the shower to clean up, thanks to you. And don't bother coming in here." The tone in his voice let me know he wasn't pissed, but was still coming off his sexual high.

I called back, "But I could help clean up and wash your ass." I laid waiting for a response. 

He poked his head around the corner, "You've had your fun already. Lay there, look cute, before I come over there and drop my dick on your head."

I shot back, "Oh, breakfast comes with dessert now? I thought that was brunch." We held one another's gaze.

As he walked into the shower, "You're on sick puppy, you know that, right?" He laughed as did I.

I shot back, "Yeah, but I don't see YOU complaining." 

We went about our day and had fun. The next moring found me back in his bed. I continued this until we left. There's very little to tell that's different on day 2. Other than the fact he woke up on me on Wednesday and asked what I was doing.

"Oh, that," I calmly, and all honred up responded. "I'm having breakfast in bed. I tried waking you, but you played dead again. I had an urge for eggs with white-cream-man-sauce with sausage. Referring to his balls as eggs, cum as white sauce and sausage-his cock. 

He laughed again. "You're one sick guy." He laid there relaxed. 

I had to ask, "Well, you gunna lay there and bitch or are you gunna let me finish?" Do I need to say what optioned he picked?

Unfortunately all he did was jack me off a little, got bored, mostly becasue he was hungry and needed coffee and let me finish in the shower. But I had my way again on Thursday. We both wound up in a cum bath that day. 

Next time I'll tell the story of how we made love and this time he was fully awake. 

PS, Vegas never looked prettier as it did with my eyes the way I was meant to see it. And neither did Kyle.