The Vegas Thing
Chapter One: Now that didn't hurt now, did it?
By: Wade Wright
"Hey Mike, Jim, thanks for coming in men. Hey, guys, here's the deal. I got a call from one of the guys in the Owners/Managers group that I belong to. He told me that there is a hotel in Vegas that is being remodeled and they are not getting it all done in time for the Electronics Convention. It's an eight story hotel with about 300 rooms in it. The owners of the hotel have made a deal with our mangers group to rent out the rooms under a very particular, and peculiar arrangement."
As Mike and Jim sat there, they were hearing some very interesting information, from Mr. Stoneburn, the store owner, about hotel rooms for the upcoming Electronics convention in Las Vegas.
Mr. Stoneburn continued, "First, very cheap rates for the convention! They would just like to get the room staff back to working as soon as possible, and they figure that if they make this special deal, then they will be able to put them back to work and pay them. Now the people that do stay there will have to sign an agreement, stating that they understand the hotel is not fully functional. There is no cafeteria nor food service, there is no athletic club nor health facilities, they may have to step around workers and tools, there is no phone system up and running yet, but they figure since most everybody uses cell phones today, that should not be a problem. They can not guarantee how many people will be in a room. It's going to be kind of like summer camp. You take what you get. It may be a room with two twins beds, it might be a room with one double bed, or it might be a room with two double beds. If you guys decide that you want to go to the convention and use this place, we don't know what your rooming arrangements will be for sure. We won't know until you get there. You might have a room to yourselves, and then you might have two other guys in the same room. The bathrooms are fully functional, the towels and sheets and all that type of stuff is there and will be provided, but no room service, nor mini bars in the rooms yet, no wake up call service, and although there definitely will be beds and dressers, some rooms may yet be lacking some side furniture such as side chairs. Some of the public spaces, like the hallways will not be painted or finished yet. The hotel is not open for reservations. If a person tries to make a room reservation, the hotel is still closed. One of the owners knows one of the electronics convention guys, and he's doing this in an attempt to help get some of his people back to work sooner, and he's also doing this to give some people, that might not be able to attend the convention, a real cheap room rate so they can attend."
"Both of you guy are young and I figure you two can kind of go with the flow,---so to say, ---if you are interested. I don't think I would have suggested this to some older guys that expect everything to be given to them on a silver platter. Now, if you guys are interested in this deal, I'll pay for the room and the flight tickets, but everything else, food and all the other expenses are on your own. Are you interested?"
Mike looked over at Jim, then back at Mr. Stoneburn and immediately said, "Yes! Yes I'm interested!"
Then looking at Jim, Mike continued with, "Jim, you game man? You interested?"
Mr. Stoneburn interrupted. "Hey wait a minute guys! Wait a minute! I forgot one rather important point that I should have pointed out! I can only do this if both of you guys are interested. See, I have to sign up and pay for two guys minimum, since each room takes at least two guys. If one of you is not interested, then I have to apologize and pull the offer back. I'm sorry, I have to pay for at least two people or more."
"Hey not a problem men!" Jim quickly replied. "I'm sorry I didn't answer a little quicker. Yea-Yes, I'm definitely interested. I've wanted to go to the electronic convention for years now, but I've never been able to afford the room rates, so yes,--I'm definitely interested! Sounds like a hell of a good deal to me!"
"Great men! I'll call Sam, the guy that called me about this and tell him I've got two guys set to go. He'll need to fax me the statements that you guys need to sign, to state that you both understand the particular situation associated here. As soon as I get them, I'll have you guys come back in and sign them so we can get them turned back in. OK?"
"Yea definitely!" Mike and Jim both expressed as they each got up and thanked Mr. Stoneburn again for doing this for them.
As they left Mr. Stoneburn's office, Mike excitedly looked at Jim and said, "Man this is great! Jim, I have always wanted to go to the convention but man, I can't afford those room rates that week! Man this is great! Are you as excited about this as I am?"
"Yea I guess I am, Mike, but you've got to remember, for you it's just you, and for me,--well this is going to be kind of a surprise to Jenny when I go home and tell her I'm going to the convention for four or five days, and we never even talked about the possibility of me doing that."
"Oh Jim, you don't think she'll be upset do you? She'll be glad you can do this,--- right?" "Yea, I'm sure it will be OK. Just kind of a surprise though. Well hell man, right now it's a surprise to me too."
"Uh Jim, ---Mr. Stoneburn,--he did tell us that we MIGHT be in a room that only has one double bed, or maybe a room that has two double beds, but then two other guys too. If we do end up in a situation where you and I have to sleep in the same bed, is that OK with you? Is that a problem?"
As Jim jokingly stepped back, took a full length look up and down Mike, he then laughingly replied, "I don't think so man, I really don't think that will be tooooo much of a problem!"
"Well shit man, I'm not that fucking ugly am I?" Mike laughed, in response.
"No you ain't that fucking ugly, but unless you are one hell of a good cross-dresser, you sure don't have the equipment that would create a problem for me, being in bed with it!"
Mike and Jim were co-workers, salesmen really, in an upper-scale "novelty shop" that catered to men that needed to own the latest of whatever was on the market for the men that had way too many big boy toys! The store did not have cars, but just about any other type of "prestige,--I've got it and you don't," --type of electronic or office type of item.
Mike, of course, was still a single guy. Aged 26, former "all-round" school athlete since the school was small enough to where the "good" athletes played all of the sports, ---whichever sport was in season, so to say. His body definitely did ring athlete! And his face rang handsome, definitely handsome! Some of the "store talk" had always been, behind the cupboards talk that is, that Mike was still single since he was so damn well built and so damn handsome, that he intimidated the gals. Then, of course, some others just felt that since he seemed to have so much going for him, that he was just plain happy "playing the field".
Jim was 29, married to Jenny, and had one son by the name of Jimmy Jr. Jim's appearance was much more to the normal side of the scale. Five foot eleven, about 175 or 180 pounds and looked much more like he could have been more of a swimmer in his younger years. Nice looking guy, just nothing that somebody from across the room would make a fuss over.
Mike and Jim were the more experienced salesmen in the store. The other five sales individuals were all hired within the last year and a half, and since Mike and Jim had been there since the day Mr. Stoneburn opened the store, four years earlier, it was not out of reason that they got the trip to the convention.
The three weeks of looking forward to the convention trip went by quite quickly and with much anticipation. Jenny had no problem with Jim going, and she actually acted much more excited about it than he did, since she simply knew that his going was going to make him that much more successful in the store. Since Mr. Stoneburn, Mike and Jim were all going to be gone for four or five days, the store limited its normal open hours with the explanation that the three would be attending the electronics convention. This definitely was to the approval of their store customers, since the store customers definitely felt that with the three men being in attendance, they would be made immediately aware of any and all new "electronic toys" that had just hit the market.
Checking into the "hotel" was a rather unusual and different experience. Mr. Stoneburn's explanation of this being like summer camp was pretty much on the mark. There was no front check-in counter. As they approached the front door, a man standing there asked them if they had "papers". Understanding that he meant the page they had been issued after their signed statement of understanding this was not a fully functioning hotel, he then checked a list, and told them they would use room 410.
"Oh guys! They are working OK today. But while you are here, the elevators may not always be working. If you hit the button, and the light does not come on, it's stairs time, OK?"
Jim looked at Mike, Mike returned the glance, both smiled and Jim replied. "OK, yea OK!"
Then looking at Jim, he added, "My god! Thank goodness, room 410, not 810!"
"Yea-right-but-------"
"But what?" Mike asked as Jim did not finish his statement.
With a very big grin on his face, Jim looked at Mike and in a very jokingly manner replied, "Yea but,---I saw you in those Speedos last summer at the company swim party, and eight flights of stairs wouldn't hurt that tight ass of your at all anymore. Mike, you ain't running the stairs like you used to, are you?"
"Shit man! Shit! You trying to tell me my butt is getting fat or something? Is that what you are telling me?"
"No not fat, not fat! Just not as hard rock solid as it was when we first met. That's all I'm saying!"
"Jim what in the hell are you saying man? What are you saying? Why in the hell would you know what my ass looked like when we first met?"
"Mike-face it man! When you came to town, I'm fucking surprised your face wasn't pictured on the front page of the newspaper. You were, well still are, the hottest thing walking around, and I and everybody else checked you out as much as we could. Yes man, hell yes, I checked you out at that first swim party we were at together. Me and every other fucking person there did. Mike, then, your ass looked like two boulders stuck under those trunks. All I'm saying is,-----Mike my man, your ass is more like a normal person's ass now. That's all, I'm just glad you are finally becoming one of us, one of the normal people!"
"Shit man, shit! Jim, are you fucking with me man? You fucking with my head or something man? I'm no different than anybody else. I'm just me!"
"I know, I know! Let's face it Mike. You have got the body of death on you, and I have been jealous of it ever since we met. So of course I'm anxious for you to loose some of your "athletic body". Mike, I didn't mean anything by what I said. I just noticed that your ass is not as tight and as solid on you as it used to be, and hey-hell yea----I'm glad. That's all I was commenting about! Hey-here's 410. Well, ready to see what our room is like?"
As they opened the door, Mike looked around and said, "Well does this mean we will have roommates?"
"I guess I have to assume so, don't you think? Two double beds! I guess. From everything I've heard, this place did fill up with employees from the group Joe, I mean,---Mr. Stoneburn belongs to, so I assume there will be two more in here. Right now I'm glad you suggested that we make sure we each have a suitcase that locks so we can lock up anything we need to and not let anything laying out. We have no idea who may be staying here at all."
"Yea I know Jim, but I don't think I'm too concerned since we do know it has to be somebody from that Managers organization. It's got to be one of their people, not just somebody that made a reservation."
"Yea right! Yea-you are right. And besides the room is really in a whole hell of a lot better shape than I though it might be. Looks to me like this room is completely ready for opening day. I don't see anything missing from in here, do you?"
"Just the stuff that is normally in the mini bar. It's still empty."
"Hey Mike, look! Here's a note that's kind of interesting! Call this number and you can have somebody deliver a six pack of domestic beer and a bag of potato chip or popped corn for $15, paid at the door when he delivers it. Can't be charged to a card, but if you want a six pack and chips or pop corn, for $15 bucks, they will deliver. Hey-not too bad. Makes the beer like two bucks each, but hey, what would we pay if we went to a bar? Probably more than that!"
After "getting slightly settled" into the hotel room, Mike and Jim hit the road to find some grub for supper. Upon their return they did discover that true to their anticipation, they would be sharing the room with two others, --- Ben and Stanley.
Ben and Stan, as they discovered during their get aquatinted conversation, were co-workers from a company in San Diego. Stan was the department supervisor, and Ben was one of those that reported to Stan. They were part of the sales staff. The four roommates all got along very well, they had a lot in common to talk about since they were all in the electronics business, although Jim and Mike did stick together pretty tightly as did Ben and Stan, which would of course be rather expected.
The pairing of all four did seem to be a good fit, since all four men did seem to have a little more than just the electronics in common, including ages, ---well, almost. Ben, anyway was in their age bracket, he was 25, but Stan was slightly older, being just shy of turning 40.
Ben was definitely the jock type as was Mike, and Stan was much more the business type of person, although a rather well built business man, ---from what could be seen through the normal casual business attire that he normally wore. Ben, obviously preferred to look much more casual and informal in sportier clothes. His pull over T-shirts covered a very, very fine body and chest structure. It was kind of obvious that he enjoyed letting others see and admire his structure. Jim and Mike had noticed that if Ben did wear a sports jacket, his only shirt was a very skin tight T-shirt type of shirt, but maybe one with a little more class than just a regular cotton shirt.
All four men did some tours of the convention booths together a few times, and shared some common time when lunch or dinner time approached. No great surprises happened until---until late Tuesday afternoon, when Mike and Jim did return to the room quite a little earlier than expected.
Much to everybody's surprise, as Mike and Jim entered the room, they discovered that Ben and Stan were definitely much closer friends than just being co-workers. And definitely much, much closer than just supervisor and subordinate.
"Oh shit guys, oh God man, we're sorry! Oh God man! We didn't think you guys were planning on coming back until after supper! God man, we're sorry!" Ben exclaimed with vigor and emphasis. "Oh man we didn't think you guys were coming back so soon! I thought you were going to be out till later today!"
Mike and Jim walked in just as Ben was in the process of playing "top" and Stan was "bottom". Both men immediately jumped out of bed and grabbed some towels and threw them around their waists. The towels did absolutely nothing to even slightly hide the hard-ons that each man was supporting.
"Well we knew things were supposed to be a little different with the room arrangements that we agreed to, but this is really a little more different than what I expected." Jim stated.
"Hey guys, uhh, we sure didn't mean to interrupt anything. Uh, should we leave?" Mike asked.
"No, no!" Ben quickly replied. "God men we are sorry! We never meant to have you walk in on us doing this! We thought we had you two pretty well figured out as to when we should expect you to be here. I guess we kind of screwed up, didn't we? Really, we thought you guys were planning on being out till a lot later. We heard you talking about maybe having supper with some other people. So, we thought, well ----anyway! We are sorry about this! We thought we had the room all to ourselves until a lot later!"
As Mike stood there with somewhat of a grin on his face, he inquired of the two rather embarrassed men. "Hey guys, as far as I'm concerned, what we walked in on is OK with me, but I've got to admit that I had no idea either one of you two were gay. Are you guys lovers? I mean, Stan, I thought you were a married guy!"
"No, no we're not! Yea, right, Stan is married so please don't let this become a big deal, please!" Ben pleaded. "We only do this once in awhile when we get a chance, kind of like when guys go out of town and find themselves some woman to have sex with. Please guys, we sure never intended to have you guys find this out. Really we didn't! We thought we could do it and not let you guys know anything about it!"
Jim added to the statement of shock and concern. "Hey men, what you do with each other is definitely none of our business. We're not going to make some big deal out of it, but I've got to admit, I've never seen two guys in bed together making out with each other, or actually in this case having actual sex with each other, so I've got to admit I'm kind of in a state of shock from seeing what I saw. Forgive me if I'm a little taken back by this, but what you do is up to you."
"So guys, tell me." Mike injected. "How often do you guys manage to do this? Stan, I have to assume that your wife is not aware of this, right?"
"No, hell no she's not aware! God if she ever found out, I'd be getting divorce papers before the day was over."
"Ben, you single, or is there a lady back home for you too?"
"No, I'm single. And I know, you are of course quickly assuming that I'm a gay, but I'm not sure if I am or not. Stan and I just like doing this whenever we get a chance, which is only probably maybe twice a year, so to us, it's just better than either one of us going out and finding some whore like most guys do. Guys, I'm sorry. We did not expect you two to be back so soon, really."
"OK so we walked in at the wrong time. Stop apologizing for what happened. If either one of you had been up front with us, I really don't think Jim or I either one would have made any kind of a fuss out of it. All you would have had to do is be up front with us, and then ask us to not come back to the room until some certain time. Come on Jim, let's go down to that BAR-B-Q place we saw and get some supper. Let's let the guys have their privacy. I'm sure they would have done the same thing for us, right guys?"
"Yea we would have, but please don't leave just because of this! Guys, this is your room too. We can't have you leaving your room just because of what we do."
"No problem guys. Look, we will be out until at least nine o'clock. OK? Don't feel bad about us leaving for awhile. Really guys, if we had been the ones in bed when you guys came in, I'm sure we would be glad if you two understood the situation and left for a while, so just forget we were here, and get back to your thing. We will see you after nine, OK? OK Jim? OK with you if we go get something to eat?"
As Jim and Mike headed out to give Ben and Stan some privacy time, they talked about the situation as they walked toward the Bar-B-Q restaurant they had seen earlier.
"So Jim, after the shock, what's your reaction? How you handling this?"
"Shocked like hell I guess, but I'm OK with it. They can do with each other whatever they want, I guess. I mean, I'm not their daddy, so I sure am not going to tell them they can't do that stuff. Guess maybe I'm a little surprised more to the age difference than anything else. Hey man, I'm smart enough to know stuff like that goes on all day long, everywhere, it's just that I've never been exposed to it though! But on the lighter side, did you see that fucking cock that Ben has got? I've got to admit that with us walking in on them like that, being shocked like I was, the whole idea that I noticed the hang of meat he has, kind of bothered me. I mean man, if it was 10 feet long, I still should not have even noticed it."
"God man! Why not? Jim, you'll a normal human being. Of course you should have noticed it. Fact is I'm kind of glad that did happen so I could see what he was hanging. He was in just his briefs last night and he was showing so damn much in them, that I wondered just how big he was hung. Well man, got to admit, that's about the biggest one I've ever seen on some guy before."
"Well just how many dicks have you seen before? I've only seen the guys I used to shower with in high school gym and we were all just teenagers still growing, ---down there, in that department, and then of course just the guys that take a piss in the urinal beside me. So how many guys have you seen? Especially with a hard-on showing?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe not that many, really."
"Wait a minute here Mike! I'm starting to get vibes here! I'm starting to feel that maybe you are not telling me everything, are you? This line of questioning is getting kind of bumpy for you isn't it?"
"Yes, yes it is. Let's just change the subject, OK?"
"No, no it's not OK! Mike, tell me! Have you had some experiences that I never knew about? Mike, you and I are very close friends. If there is something that I do not know, if you tell me, I'm not going to be upset. Mike, tell me, have you played around with guys before?"
"Yes, shit Yes! Yes I have Jim, a few times!"
"See, now that didn't hurt now did it? Thank you! Thanks, I'm glad you told me. Now, question number two,---who, oh and how often?"
"Hey man, just some guys. Nobody in particular, just some guys that I've found. Jim, you know,---some of the customers that come in once in awhile and ask for me to wait on them. Some of those downtown lawyers and tax guys. Some of those guys! That's why they ask if I'm there or not. I'm not that good of a salesman, it's just that they know me from the bath house, and so they want me to make the commission."
"The bath house? OK so now we are really getting somewhere. It's a little more than just a few guys, right? Maybe more like whenever you get horny. Right?"
"Oh shit Jim! Jim, you know as well as I do that I don't date one gal very long, do I? I have my girl friends, but pretty soon, they just do not interest me. Mike, I guess I must be BI! Yes, I like having sex with men! I've been doing that since I was about 17 or 18 maybe. Please Jim, let's just drop the subject. I don't want this stopping our friendship. Now you know, OK?"
"Yea now I know, and Mike, I've got to tell you, now I like you better than I did five minutes ago.'
"What? What do you mean by that? Why would you say that?"
"Well simply because now I feel like we can be really, really honest with each other about anything. Mike, I mentioned your butt Sunday when we were checking into the room and I made comments about how you aren't running the stairs anymore, right?"
"Yea."
"Well maybe there is something a little more about that comment than I really realized, even when I said it! Mike, I've admired that ass of yours ever since that first swim party. Mike, I've wondered ever since then if my watching that ass of yours was maybe something a little more than just seeing a solid ass. You were honest with me, I'm going to be honest with you. I've wanted to grab that ass and feel it ever since I've known you. What else I want to do, once I've got hold of it, I don't know, since I've never done anything like that! But Mike, since I now know that feeling it, would not offend you, will you let me grab your butt and feel it? I don't mean right now, not here, but when we are in the room? Mike, I've never touched some other guy's ass before, but being around you, I've wanted to so many times, and now, since we know each other a little better, I'm hoping maybe you will let me do that. I want to see just how solid it really is! OK? The fact that you play with guys, is,---in my mind, great! Well great that is, if you will let me kind of do some playing with you. You are one great looking guy, and if any guy has ever thought about wanting to see what playing around with another guy is like, you would be the choice for choosing. OK? Now you're not pissed at me are you?"
"No hell no, I'm not pissed at you! Why should I be pissed? Jim, I'm the guy that just admitted he likes to play with guys, you should be pissed at me!"
"Well I'm not! Disappointed? You disappointed that I'm OK with this, and,---really, kind of excited about it instead of being mad and pissed?"
"Jim, never in my wildest dreams did I think we would end up having this conversation, at this convention, let alone today. I will be honest and tell you that I have really wanted you to know about me for the whole time we have known each other, but I was just always afraid that you wouldn't like me if you knew that. Are you going to tell Jenny?"
"No! None of her business! Whenever you feel like the time is right, then you tell her. OK?"
"Yea-thanks man, thanks!"
"OK, so now --- the big question, before we go into the restaurant. So just when do I get to feel that ass of yours that I want to grab?"
"As far as I'm concerned, as soon as we get back to the room. Man, supper's going to be a little different tonight than usual, I can see. Jim, this is way too weird! I like it, the fact that what I told you is OK with you, and the fact that you want to feel my ass, but man, now we've got to go in there and act like -Oh, everything is normal! My mind is really racing right now. Come on,---let's go eat and talk about something else so nobody hears us talking about this! OK?"
After eating some very calm and non-descript supper at the Bar-B-Q, and attempting to kill some extra time so that they did not get back to the room to early, Mike and Jim did leave the restaurant, and started walking back toward the hotel.
"Mike, I've got to tell you, it was rough sitting in there and trying to just eat instead of talking to you about what you've been doing. Tell me about doing it with a guy. I guess the more I think about it, the more I'm starting to realize that I truly have wanted to try it for a long time, but hey, being married and being a daddy, you just go the ole normal way. Mike, what's it like having sex with a guy?"
"God Jim! I'm not sure how to answer that! Man, what do I say? You know, I guess all I can say right now is, if you like the feel of a man's body, then having sex with that guy is a real turn on. It feels so different than having sex with a woman. With a guy, it's firm and solid. You can kind of handle him more roughly than a women. You can run your mouth along his muscles and feel his strength getting kind of transferred to you. When he grabs you and takes hold of you, you really know you are in bed with a real human being. Him grabbing and holding on feels so good. No woman can make it feel like that! I don't know Jim, it's so much different. The stuff you do with a guy, than with a woman, is so different too. I mean man, when was the last time a woman was able to fuck your ass? It's just all so different! It's man to man, 'solid and firm' to 'solid and firm'. No fluffy soft stuff. Jim, it's just different, great and different!"
"Oh shit man, fuck your ass? Oh God Mike, I never even thought about that being possible. Ben was fucking Stan when we walked in, wasn't he? He was on top of Stan's ass, and he sure as hell had a major hard-on, so I guess I must be right,---Stan was getting it in the ass, wasn't he? Oh man, do you get fucked by guys? Have you ever been fucked by some guy?"
"Yea,-hell yes I do and yes I have! I guess since you know I play with guys, I might as well be open and honest with you. Yea-I love to get it up the ass, and I might as well admit, the bigger the dick, the better I like it!"
"Like how big of a dick have you been fuck by? Like about how big was it?"
"Well you saw Ben's right?"
"Yea-but he hasn't fucked you ,-has he?"
"No, no! Not Ben, but from what I saw tonight, his and Tim's look like about the same size, and Tim's is the biggest one I've had."
"Tim? So who is Tim? Tell me who Tim is."
"Tim-he's the, ---hey if I tell you, never let him know I told you,-OK?"
"Yea OK! Tim, is he somebody I know?"
"Yea- he's the lawyer that that's about maybe 30 or 32. Stands about 5 feet 10 or 11, real dark black hair and a mustache. Got the body every guy and every woman, including some old 95 year old woman would want. Hell, the way he's built, even some 95 year old man would want that! He bought that programmable massage chair last month."
"Oh shit Mike, you are kidding? That guy! Wow, so he's hung like Ben is?"
"Yea pretty much so."
"Damn man, that has got to look hot hang'n on the body that guy has got! What a package! Shit man, ---- so how often do you and he play around?"
"Oh maybe once a month. Whenever his wife is out of town on business. She's some kind of a department head for the city, and she does these out of town trips every so often, and when she's gone, he gives me a call and asks if he can come over for awhile."
"Really, he's married and fucking around?"
"Oh hell yea. Jim, there are a hell of a lot of married guys out there that get their kicks with other guys! And especially guys like Tim. He's so stuck on himself, that he figures he can do anybody, anytime, anywhere he wants."
"But you play with him, anyway, right?"
"Yea-guess maybe I fall into that group that wants that dick so badly that I'll put up with his attitude. Besides man, fucking my ass once in awhile, keeps him coming into the store and buying stuff. God-kind of makes it sound like I'm getting fucked by him just to make the commission, don't it?"
"So-his wife? I have to assume she is totally ignorant of this and his fucking around with guys? I mean, I assume he fucks other guys besides you right?"
"Oh hell yea! He's got a whole stable of us guys that he pokes. I know about three others that he does on a regular basis."
"His wife, she is totally unaware of this?"
"That I'm not too sure of, anymore! I don't know! I didn't think she knew anything at one time, but now I'm not too sure!"
"Why, why aren't you so sure anymore?"
"Shit man! She was out of town one week, and she called MY house looking for Tim. He wasn't there at that time, but why in the hell did she even know my name or my phone number? Tim just laughed it off later saying he had told here that if she needed him, and he did not answer at the house, to call my place. I never really got him to say yes or no, that he has told her what he does. So anyway, I figured, if she does know, and she does not care, why should I? Hey! I'm not going to screw up anything that makes him stop coming by my place and taking care of my ass, let me tell you! And besides, I figure that if she knows, she'll probably put up with it since she likes getting fucked by him as much as us guys do! She's not going to throw that dick out, that's for sure!"
"Well yea. But, let me ask you Mike,----getting something like that rammed up in your ass, don't that hurt?"
"Dry and too fast,-yea. Yea, then it does. But with a little KY jelly, and just a little patience on both parts, then it's fucking heaven, let me tell you, fucking heaven!"
"So when did you last get fucked? How long's it been?"
Grinning and looking over toward Jim, Mike replied. "Well let's see. Today is Tuesday, right? Three days!"
"Three days? Three days?! Mike, you mean last Saturday?"
"Well, actually, Sunday morning! Before our flight Sunday! Hey man, I figured I'd be stuck here at the convention for five days, no chance to get any action, so I had Zackie come over and spend the night with me Saturday night so that I could get it, and maybe get it out of my system for a few days. I sure as hell never expected this type of conversation happening here though." Then looking around to make sure nobody could see him, Mike rather turned toward Jim, reached down, pushed his rod back down his leg and said, "Jim, this talking is make me horny. My rod is standing up! Sorry man, but talking about doing it with other guys, just makes me get a hard-on."
Jim then grabbed his own crotch, and said, "I know man, I know. It is effecting me too, and I'm not even sure just what in the hell we are really talking about, but I know getting the chance to talk about this stuff with you is making me horny too. Mike, I've never been with a guy, but I've got to admit, this conversation is making me want to grab that ass of yours and maybe that thing on the front too."
"Jim, all I can say is, I hope like hell this talk and whatever is going to happen later does not ruin our friendship. I value our friendship too much to have it messed up."
"No Mike-do not worry! This will not ruin our friendship. Like I told you earlier, I like you better now than I did earlier. Now I feel like I really know you! Now Zackie-this Zackie guy, who is Zackie? Never heard that name before."
"Oh Zackie. Yea little Zackie! He's a bar back at the gay bar, My-Turn. Just barely old enough to be working behind the bar. We've known each other for about two years now. You know most gays are either a top, or a bottom. A top is the one that likes to do the fucking. A bottom is the one getting the fucking. Well Zackie is definitely a top. Whenever I feel like my butt needs some attention, I can always count on Zackie. Not hung like Tim or that Ben, but hey man, action like crazy! Man, you've really got to be ready for that one to do you! Young and ambitious! He belongs out in the wilds somewhere. Anyway, last Saturday afternoon, I decided he was what I needed before the convention, and he was more than eager to accommodate me and my needs. Once late Saturday night after he got off of work, once early Sunday morning before we got up, and then he insisted on another one just before I headed for the airport. I figured I was well taken care of for the time at the convention."
"So you said he is the top, right?"
"Yea."
"So I have to assume then, that you are a bottom, right?"
"Oh, well only part of the time. I'm what I guess you could call a flipper! Depends on what is going on, and who I'm with! With Zackie, yea I'm definitely a bottom, cause he is definitely the top. And same thing with Tim, but with him, maybe I'm bottom because that's where I want to be with him. Now there are some other guys that I am strictly top with, since they are exclusively bottoms. Me ---hey whichever way, I'm not particular!"
"Man, I never imagined that you were doing this stuff. I guess you must have a gal on your arm often enough that I just never wondered. Mike, I wish you would have told me sooner, I really do!"
"Why, what difference would it have made? Why"?
As Jim looked at Mike, grinned and then looked down toward his own crotch, he answered, "Because of that! Mike, I've wanted to play with a guy for a long time now, but I just never had the chance or knew who to approach, and now that I know about you, I'm hoping to get some kind of a chance. OK? I mean, I'm getting very straight foreword here! I want to roll in the hey with you! OK? I don't know if I want to be the top, or the bottom, but can we? You teach me, OK?"
Getting back to the hotel room, Mike and Jim lightly knocked on the door first, before opening it, to kind of warn Ben and Stan that they were about to come in, but they entered the room only to find Stan and Ben fully clothed, sitting at a side table reading some electronic sales literature that they had picked up at some of the booths at the convention.
"Well, this sure does look very primp and proper." Mike expressed as he closed the door.
"We are feeling pretty bad about what happened here earlier this evening," Stan said, "So we decided that we needed to act a little more respectful while we are around here and in the room. Once again, we are very sorry for doing what we did, and men, you can be sure it will not, and I do mean not, happen again."
"Like I said before guys, quit apologizing! Not that big of a deal, really!"
"Thanks man, and I mean it. How was dinner? Find something good?" Stan inquired.
"Yes I did, I definitely did!" Jim quickly entered. "Had a great dinner, didn't we Mike?"
With Jim now looking toward Mike with a very shitty assed grin on his face, Ben and Stan both looked at the other two men with a very quizzed expression on their faces.
Ben asked, "What do you mean? What is so funny about what you had for dinner?"
Ginning broadly, Jim replied. "Oh it's not what we had for dinner, it's just the before and the after, and I have to thank both of you for that!"
"What in the hell are you talking about? What do you mean thank us for what?" Stan emphatically asked.
Continuing to grin widely, Jim responded. "Well it's kind of like this! If we had not walked in on you two doing your "thing together", then this whole subject would never have come up, and I would never have found out,---well while here in Vegas anyway, that Mike is into playing with guys too!"
Both Stan and Ben became very confused, and expressed it.
Ben asked, as he kept looking back and forth between Mike and Jim, "Mike is gay? Mike, are you gay? Is that what you are saying?"
"I don't know, I guess, hey I just don't know for sure. I admitted to Jim that I play around with guys, but then I date gals too, well sometimes."
"Yes-and the great thing is men-----he has agreed to let me do some stuff, so to say, whatever I mean, like play around, I guess."
Stan looked at Jim, and asked. "Uhhh, Jim, do you play with guys? I'm confused here men, I getting real confused!"
Stan, I've never played with a guy, but I've wanted to for a long time, and once I found out that Mike plays with guys, then I got real excited about maybe I've finally found somebody that I could so some stuff with. So anyway, I told him that for years I've wanted to grab that ass of his, and feel what it feels like, and he's told me I can. Haven't done it yet, but he's said I can!"
"OK, so you are going to grab his ass, is that all? That's not too much playing around, is it? I mean, that's not going very far or doing very much if you are just going to grab his ass, is it?" Ben asked in a state of fluster and confusion.
Looking over toward Mike, and grinning broadly, Jim answered. "Yea-that's right, but I guess we'll start with that and then see how thing progress, right Mike?"
Stan looked over toward Ben and said, "Well guy, I kind of think this kind of sounds like you and me a few years ago, doesn't it? Sounds kind of familiar, don't it?"
"You know Stan, that's exactly what I was just standing here thinking. Sure does sound familiar!"
"Hey guys what are you saying?" Jim asked. "You mean your first time with each other? How did you two ever get together the first time?"
"Totally by accident, totally by accident!" Stan answered. "We lived, well still do, live in the same neighborhood. I and my family have a house there, and Ben lives in an apartment, kind of around the corner. There's a community swimming pool what everybody around there uses. Well anyway, I had seen Ben at the pool a number of times that summer, and every time I saw him, I kept thinking how hot of a body he had, and the more I saw him, the more I kept thinking about how I thought I'd like to play with him, or let him play with me, or anyway, something that I really did not know for sure what. And of course, he wore hardly any trunks at all. Every time I saw him, I kept thinking that whatever he had in the crotch of those trunks, it was going to fall out pretty soon, 'cause I could tell it was too damn big for being in the trunks he had on."
With that comment, Jim and Mike both looked down toward Ben's crotch and grinned. Mike grinned, and in addition, licked his lips. Ben saw what had happened, and grinned broadly as he looked at Mike and Jim.
"Anyway, all I could ever do is just look and wonder what it would be like. I'd never been with a guy before, so it was all just wondering and just imagining. Then, one night I discovered that I had left a towel and some sun glasses at the pool. When I discovered that, it was getting late and I wasn't sure the pool would still be open so that I could get them, but I ran back over to the pool to see if it was still open. It looked dark, but when I tried the gate, it opened, so I thought, well I'll just go in and see if they are still laying there beside the chair. I did not know at that time that Ben, as I later found out his name was, that he worked at the pool part time. All I can say is, he rather failed to lock the outside gate, before he took that hot little hunk of a guy named Sammy into the equipment area and let Sammy get that dick of his, pushed up in his ass. I saw what was happening, and I froze. I watched Ben fuck little Sammy for probably five minutes before I finally, and I do mean in total desperation, walked over toward them and let them know I was there and was watching. Freaked Ben out, totally! I kept telling him it was no big deal! Little Sammy, as Ben always called him, grabbed his trunks and after pulling them on, as fast as he could, he ran! I finally got Ben to calm down enough so that I could tell him how I had been admiring him all summer long whenever I saw him, and I told him that I had been wanting to do something with him ever since I first saw him earlier that summer. Then I just blurted out and asked him if we could have some sex together."
As Mike was rubbing his own crotch, he exclaimed, "Oh shit man, oh shit! God, this is too fucking hot to believe! What in the hell did you do then? Well, I guess something good must have happened. It sure looked to me like you still get fucked by him, right?"
"He was, of course, afraid that I'd say something to the people that ran the pool, so I told him that if he'd let me play with him, then I'd keep my mouth shut! Boy! Does that sound like blackmail? So, anyway, he gave me my first blow job there in the equipment room that night. That was after I suggested he go lock the gate though. We made some arrangements for me to visit his apartment the next night, since he didn't have to be at the pool that night, and that was my first real gay session. And damn man, it was good! Have you guys seen the dick on this guy?"
"But wait a minute here. I'm confused!" Mike said. "Then you two just saw each other at the pool, right? But now you work together, right?"
"Oh yea! He was working two part time jobs, the pool being one of them, and so when the store needed a new guy on the sales floor, I told him to come in and apply, but just don't let anybody know that we knew each other. So, of course, since I was the hiring manager, I sure did like his application, and of course he interviewed "very well", so I decided he was the man to hire. For God sake men, don't ever let anybody in our company know what I have told you! Or my wife for that matter either! You guys now know more about Ben and I, and how we met, and of course what we do together, than anybody else! For God sake, keep it a secret!"
"Hey we will man, definitely we will! Got to remember men, I've got the wife and family back home too, but before I go home, I will have finally found out what playing with a guy, and I will admit,--- if I may, a very hot guy, is like."
Looking over toward Ben, Stan then said. "You know what man, I think it is time that you and I maybe went down to that cocktail lounge that we found, and maybe let these two guys have the room all to themselves, for awhile, don't you think?"
"Yes I definitely agree! Let me hit the bathroom for a minute, and I'll be ready."
Ben came back out of the bathroom, looked at Mike and told him, "Hey man, left something on the counter in there for you. See you guys later. Let's say, not before eleven, OK?"
"Yea thanks men, thanks!" Mike and Jim both expressed as Stan and Ben left the room.
With a very quizzed expression on his face, Jim asked, as he looked at Mike, and then headed for the bathroom, "Left something on the counter for you? What did Ben mean by that?"