Chapter 6 -- Cowboy Up
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"Oh, hey JJ! What's up, man?" Scott spoke into his phone. "Oh yeah, that sounds great! We'll look forward to you and Beth stopping by". JJ was the Runnin' Rebels quarterback, and Beth was his fiancée.
"Colin!" Scott called out. "Yeah?" Colin answered. They were interrupted by Duke bringing Jerry back from his room. "Thanks, man, I really need that!" I smiled happily. "You always do" Duke snickered.
"Uh, Jerry, man?" Scott spoke up. "Will you get me a Coke from the kitchen?"
"Sure, Scott" I readily agreed. "And then are you going to fuck me?"
"Just get me a Coke, please" Scott said firmly.
"Ok, Ok" I complacently complied.
"Uh, Colin?" Scott began. "JJ is stopping by."
"Cool" Colin responded.
"No!" Scott replied forcefully. "Not cool. Definitely NOT cool. He's bringing Beth, his fiancée with him. Beth is all religious and shit. If Jerry starts in with this "will you fuck me?" shit, Beth will freak out. And JJ knows Jerry real well and likes him a lot. Uh, I mean . . . he likes Jerry and while he may not know Jerry is . . . well, gay, or whatever, he knows that Jerry doesn't normally act like this. He's going to know something is up. If he finds out you slipped him a roofie . . . . well, he's Team Captain. He'll go straight to the Coach and tell him, and Coach will go to the Athletic Director who will go to the Dean and I . . . WE . . we will all will be fucked! We gotta get Jerry the fuck outta here! And" he added, turning to the others, looking at them threateningly, "you guys all keep your fucking mouths shut about Jerry! Colin slipped him a fucking roofie, and Jerry has no idea what he's doing. What you guys did to him is called rape".
"I've always heard that you can't rape the willing" Duke snickered, "And he's always more than willing".
Scott turned toward Duke, glaring angrily. "Someone under the influence of a drug is not someone who is `willing', especially when they didn't know someone slipped them a drug".
"Sheesh" Duke began sarcastically, "Is he your boyfriend or something?". "Yeah, Scott has been banging him so regular I think he's gone gay for him" Colin chimed in. Scott spun around to face Colin. "Yeah, Jerry is my friend, my good friend; I like him alot. But you used to know what being a good friend meant, asshole. Now, you're the one who slipped Jerry the roofie, so you're the one who needs to get him out of here, take him someplace safe until the drug wears off!"
"Ok, Ok, man!" Colin agreed, raising his hands in surrender. "I'll get Jerry outta here!"
"Remember!" Scott said sternly. "I said someplace SAFE!"
"Ok, Okay!" Colin agreed, as he got up and went to the kitchen. "Hey Jerry!" he greeted me, putting his arm on my shoulder. "C'mon buddy, we're going to go for a ride."
"A ride?" I repeated.
"Yeah, a ride" Colin assured me, pulling me toward the door. "We're going to a casino. Remember? We said that after the game we were going to a casino." "Okay!" I agreed happily.
Colin pulled up to the curb in front of Caesar's Palace. "Ok," he said, pointing toward the entrance. "There's the casino. You go in that casino and wait for me. I'll park the car, and then meet you inside" he lied, "OK?"
"Sure, man" I agreed as I stepped out the door. I barely got the car door closed before Colin sped off. I walked up the long entrance and into the casino. At first, I looked around for Colin, but then I forgot I was supposed to meet him. I totally forgot about Colin as I wandered around the maze of the Forum Shops, marveling at how real the ceilings looked, painted blue with white clouds, and got completely absorbed in the mechanical Centurian statue shows. I was unaware of the occasional snickers and guys pointing to my ass covered in the skimpy gym shorts. Some of the day's deposits of cum were leaking out, leaving a large, obvious dark wet stain on the seat of my shorts. Well, I guess obvious to those who know about such things.
After a few hours, my head began to clear. I began to wonder what I was doing wandering around Caesar's Palace. "How did in the hell I get here?" I wondered. The last thing I remembered was watching a football game at the apartment. I was tired and hungry; I decided to grab something to eat in the coffee shop. I felt much better after several cups of coffee and a burger and fries. My mind was becoming more and more clear. I didn't remember how I ended up at Caesar's, but it was time to get back home. The waitress brought the check and refilled my coffee. I reached for my wallet. "Oh shit!" I thought, my mind panicking. No pockets in these gym shorts, no wallet, and no money! How the fuck am I going to pay for this check? And, how the hell am I going to pay for a taxi home? My mind was racing as I looked around. I saw an old guy in a big cowboy hat out in the slot machines area staring at me intently. I looked away and gulped down some more coffee. The waitress came by, glancing down at the unpaid check.
"Ummm, could I have some more coffee, please?" I asked politely. "Uh, and where is the restroom?" I asked as she refilled my cup. The waitress jerked her head toward the front of the coffee shop. "Thanks" I muttered.
I hurried into the restroom, took a piss, and then splashed some water on my face. As I inspected my face in the mirror, a guy came up behind me to use the sink next to me. As he passed behind me he snickered.
"Hey buddy?" he queried as he turned on the water faucet. "Did you sit on something?"
"Huh?" I responded, confused.
"Did you sit on something?" he repeated. "You've got a big wet stain in the back of your shorts, like you sat on something wet . . . or, something hard" he added with a laugh.
"Oh, I dunno" I grunted, ignoring his intent stare in the mirror. He lingered, and I continued to ignore him. When he finally left, I went into one of the stalls, pulled off my shorts, and sat down to inspect. There was a big wet stain right in the seam of the seat. I held it to my nose and sniffed. Cum! It was definitely a cum stain in the back of my shorts! How the hell did that get there? I tore off some toilet paper and gently wiped my ass. Ouch! It's tender down there. I inspected the toilet paper; it was wet with a milky liquid. I sniffed and confirmed my suspicions. Cum! I have cum in my ass. I've been fucked! I don't remember getting fucked today! I was confused, nothing was making any sense. I passed out as much of the cum out of my ass as I could, wiped my butt well, and tried to dry off as much of the stain from my shorts as I could with toilet paper. Pulling my shorts back on, I opened the stall door carefully and peered out. No one was in the restroom; I made my way to the doorway and peered out surveying the restaurant carefully. The waitress was not in sight. I slipped out of the restaurant quickly. I walked briskly to the rows of slot machines, turning through different rows to elude anyone who might be in pursuit. I was nearly through the slot section when someone came around a corner quickly and I ran smack into him. It was the old guy with the cowboy hat, who'd been staring at me earlier.
"Sorry" I muttered an apology, and then tried to get around him. He grabbed me firmly on the shoulder.
"Where you going to in such a hurry, sonny?" he demanded to know, looking at me in the eye intently.
"Umm, I have to get home" I answered, trying to break his grip and get past him. He jerked me back next to him with his hand gripped firmly on my shoulder.
"That right, sonny?" he said, his face breaking into a wide grin. "Looks more like a little D&D to me." I stared at him blankly. "D&D" he repeated. "Dine and Dash. I've been watching you, boy, and I noticed you forgot to pay your check in that restaurant. Now, I imagine those casino security fellas over there would be real interested in hearing about that."
I lowered my head. "I've never done anything like that before, I swear! I was at a party earlier today and got drunk or something, I guess. And, well, I don't remember how I got here. When the check came, I realized I had forgotten my wallet! I was going to go home and get my wallet and come back and pay for it, I swear!"
"That right, sonny?" the man began, bringing his free hand to his chin and rubbing it, as he stared at me intently. "You came to a casino, but forgot your wallet? Humph! Never heard that one before" he chuckled. "Let's see . . . you're in a casino with no wallet. I guess that means no ID, either. I'd be willing to bet you're not 21 yet, either?" I shook my head. "Waaal, I'll bet them security fellas would be real interested in hearing about that, too."
I began to panic. "Look, please mister, please?" I pleaded.
"Well, let's see what we can work out here" he replied. "You're here in a casino with no wallet, no money. But you are here with your cute little butt. Me? Well, I'm here in a casino with plenty of money, with a hard dick, and with an appreciation for your cute little butt. What do you say you let me have a go at that cute little butt of yours and I'll solve your problem of not having any money?"
"What kind of guy do you think I am?" I replied curtly with indignation.
"I'm pretty sure I know EXACTLY just what kind of guy you are, sonny" he assured me in a steady voice. "I've been around the block a few times, and this ain't my first rodeo." He reached behind me and rubbed his finger around my crack as I squirmed in protest. He brought his finger to his nose and sniffed. "Yep, just as I thought, cum! Someone's had a go at your butt earlier today. But I don't mind seconds. Now, how much?"
"Mister, you don't have enough money to get me to do that!" I assured him.
"That so, sonny?" he replied, cocking an eye. He released his grip on my shoulder, took his wallet from his back pocket, and held it open with both hands. "Waaal, I've had a pretty good run of luck in the casinos this trip," he said, as he started counting out hundred dollar bills. "And I'm going to make me one last bet. You're a real looker, and that is one fine little butt you have. I'm going to bet this one thousand dollar here that I DO `have enough money to get you to do that'. I'll bet this one thousand dollars here that that your ass is mine tonight." He held out the ten hundred dollar bills for emphasis.
"One thousand dollars?" I repeated, my eyes open widely, looking at the hundred dollar bills fanned out in front of me. "Whaaat . . what do I have to do? Nothing weird, or kinky?"
"No, none of that crazy shit" he assured me in an easy voice. "I'm not into any of that leather or pain crap. All you gotta do is just lay there on your back and take my eight inches for as long as I can give it to you."
I considered it over. One thousand bucks! That's more than I made in one month as a student assistant. While I didn't like the idea of letting a stranger screw me in the ass for money, I certainly was no stranger to getting screwed in the ass. And an old guy like him; it'd probably all be over within a couple of minutes, and I would have the money to pay my restaurant check and for a taxi ride home and a lot more. "OK," I said quickly before I changed my mind.
"Thought so!" he said with a smirk. "Follow me, sonny. I've got a room here."
The old son of a bitch! He had taken some Viagra, and some pill he said "deadened the nerves a little, prolonging the orgasm". He screwed for me over three hours straight with that hard eight-inch cock. The first hour I egged him on, begging for it "faster, harder". The second hour I just grunted, groaned, and moaned as I creamed three times. The third hour I begged him "No more! Please! No more! I can't take it anymore!" He seemed to enjoy the last hour best. I guess for a thousand bucks, I was just lucky he wasn't into anything weird. Well, I did think it kinda strange he kept his cowboy hat on. Not a stitch of clothes on, but he kept that old cowboy hat seated firmly on his head. And when he finally started to nut, he whipped it off his head and started to whirl it around, shouting "I'm affixin' to cum! I'm afixin' to cum! Yahoooooo!"
The sky was just beginning to light up with the sunrise when the taxi dropped me off in front of the apartment and I made my way inside with one sore butt and one thousand dollars tightly clenched in my fist.