Sex and Sin City

My inspiration was to do a story about my beloved Las Vegas, where I can’t wait to return now that we’re gradually getting our lives back. I also wanted to do something with no dialogue, to exercise my descriptive writing muscles. This is fiction, though parts of it are very loosely based on actual events. The bit about Channing Tatum is 100% true though!

Nick rolled his small suitcase into the hotel room and left it by the closet door. The entryway was huge, with marble tiles, and opened into an even bigger sleeping and sitting area. The décor was upscale and contemporary, with taupe carpeting and upholstery with pops of soft blue. There were a few large, tasteful botanical prints on the walls. Nick went straight over to the window to pull back the curtains and check out the view. He realized quickly that they were operated by an electronic control panel next to the bed, so he pressed the buttons to open both the sheers and the drapes. As the motorized fabric slid back, the heart of the Las Vegas Strip came into view as though the curtains were opening on a huge stage.

Nick loved Vegas. He had been probably two dozen times in his life and he’d fallen in love with the place the first time he ever came, right after he had turned 21. He loved the excess, the easy luxury, the permissiveness. He loved the booze and the card games and the themes of the various mega-resorts, like giant movie sets for playing out your fantasies and desires. And yes, he loved that droves of hot guys flocked here and drank away many of their inhibitions, doing things in their Vegas hotel rooms they wouldn’t dream of doing at home. Nick had often come with groups of friends and painted the town red, but he occasionally came alone, too. Looking for easy sex and casual hookups. 

That was the case this weekend. It was mid-afternoon on Friday and he had until Monday morning to live it up, which was going to include fucking around with as many dudes as he could talk out of their pants. He turned from the window and kicked off his shoes, nudging them under the edge of the bed. He went into the bathroom. It was huge as well, also done with marble-tiled floors and granite countertops, with a deep soaking tub and separate walk-in shower. This was one of the most elegant hotels in the center Strip area, practically synonymous with the idea of Vegas luxury. 

Nick studied himself in the mirror. Even though he was now in his late 30s, he knew he still had the looks and the body to attract plenty of guys. He still had a little bit of a baby face, so sometimes he skipped shaving for a couple of days so that a little stubble kept him from looking too young. His hair was dark blond and still thick with a slight wave to it. He kept it cut shorter on the sides but let the top grow out a bit, so that a few locks of it fell over his forehead. He had pale blue eyes and good, strong features with a tapered jawline and a little cleft in his chin. He had straight teeth that he whitened regularly, so his smile was pretty dazzling. 

He pulled his Polo shirt over his head and dropped it on the countertop. He studied the reflection of his torso and thought it looked pretty damn good. He flexed, seeing the results of the arm workouts he’d been doing, trying to get a little more bicep and shoulder definition. He was winning the battle against gravity so far, and the trimmed patches of soft brownish blond hair in his pits looked just right. He had a light dusting of hair across his chest, from nipple to nipple, then just a little more on his lower belly. He ran his hand down his stomach – he hadn’t been able to achieve a defined six-pack yet, but it was still flat and toned, with a navel about the size of a nickel he thought was sexy. It wasn’t too deep and it had a little fine line of hair starting right at the base heading down.    

He unzipped his khaki shorts, let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. He picked them up and put them on top of his shirt on the countertop. Now he was wearing only his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. They fit him very well, and he turned to the side so he could get a look at his buns with the fabric hugging them. He didn’t exactly have a bubble ass, but there was still good muscle definition there and his cheeks were firm and squeezable. Nick loved for guys to knead his ass when they were on their knees blowing him, so he liked for his ass to look like something a guy would want to get his hands on. Turning back to the front, he checked out the respectable bulge his flaccid penis made. The leg bands fit nicely around his thighs, which had just the right amount of soft blondish hair. 

Nick tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and stripped them off. Now completely nude, he checked out his bare dick. His balls were nicely sized and hanging pretty loose. He kept them shaved perfectly smooth. His shaft hung over them, creamy white and topped by a patch of well-groomed dark blond bush. He wasn’t going to win any barroom size contests, but it was a respectable unit and swelled nicely when erect. He ran his hand down his pubes and shaft, then gently massaged his scrotum. He felt the stirrings of a hard-on beginning.

Still fully naked, he went back to the window and gazed at the view again. His left hand returned to his dick and he brought himself to full erection, a thick six inches. He began to masturbate, first with long strokes up and down the shaft, then concentrating just on the extra-sensitive area right below his neatly-circumcised helmet head. In the window, he could see the double image of his own reflection plus the vast playground of Vegas. Countless replicas of iconic world structures were interspersed with manmade lakes, fountains, and other water features figuratively thumbing their noses at the desert setting. All of this was surrounded by a ring of rugged, bare mountains in the distance. 

Nick continued pumping his shaft. He ran his thumb across his slit and picked up a drop of pre-cum. He ran it down the underside of his cock and shivered a little as the slickness of the lubrication sent a shock of pleasure through him. He was building to climax but he didn’t want to cum yet. He had other plans for this afternoon. So he turned from the window a little reluctantly and retrieved his clothes from the bathroom and put them back on. He left his shirt untucked to cover the obvious evidence that his erection had not fully subsided. He grabbed his room key and wallet and headed downstairs.

* * * * *

He checked in at the resort spa’s front desk and got a day pass for the facility. He went into the men’s relaxation area and was assigned a locker by a young desk attendant in tight white shorts. He found his assigned locker and opened it. Inside was a robe and a couple of towels. He began to undress again and checked his surroundings. There were a few guys either dressing or undressing in the locker area and a few were heading to and from the showers down a short hallway. There was a range of men here – from twenty-something to seventy-something and from fit and trim to muscled-up to stocky. 

Nick always made a trip to the spa when he was in Vegas. It offered plenty of opportunity to check out naked male flesh and to show off his own. If he was honest with himself, he had to admit he had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. It gave him a thrill to know that other guys were checking him out, taking note of his attributes from his dusting of chest hair to his tight buns to his cut cock. He had come to this particular spa on his first trip, right after turning 21, and had gotten quite an eyeful of an emerging Hollywood star. Nick had been soaking in one of the plunge pools in the wet area when a young Channing Tatum had entered the room with a couple of other guys hanging around him like a mini-entourage. Channing was just blowing up as an actor at the time and Nick recognized him from his most recent movie. He and his crew had walked to the other end of the plunge pool. The two other guys had on board shorts and slipped into the water. Channing opened his robe and dropped it on a lounge chair behind him. No board shorts for him; he was bare-ass. He turned around to get into the water as well and Nick had a front-row view of his impressive dick, a long member with the head hanging down well past his balls. He was nicely manscaped, with just a small patch of trimmed brown bush. He and his buddies chatted and laughed; Channing was obviously the alpha dog with the other two cracking up at everything he said. Nick had stayed in the water, hanging out far longer than he originally intended because he wanted another look at the famous meat. Finally, the three of them hoisted themselves out of the pool and Nick was treated to a second viewing of celebrity dick, with water running down the shaft and dripping off the smooth nuts. The actor was obviously not shy, because he was in no hurry to cover up and took his time drying off and getting back into his robe. Nick pretended to be relaxing with his eyes closed, but opened them just enough to get several looks and try to memorize every detail.

After that introduction, Nick was hooked on the spa experience and his addiction only grew when he learned that some Vegas saunas and steam rooms had an under-the-surface reputation as a place to find a little action. Over the years, he’d discovered which ones had the most cruising and he’d had several experiences around town. This particular spa was one of the best, with a steam room layout that made quick hookups easy.

Nick stripped naked and put on the spa robe and the rubber slippers he’d gotten at check-in. Just as he was setting the code on his locker, the door that led to the treatment rooms opened and a guy about his age came through and stopped at a locker a couple of benches down. He must have been returning from a massage. He punched the combination for his locker and slipped off his robe to reveal he was wearing red swim trunks beneath. Nick got a look at him and his breath caught. This guy was the grand prize winner in the genetic lottery and Nick couldn’t help but stare. The guy glanced up and Nick quickly pretended to be resetting his locker code, blushing slightly that he may have been caught scoping out some random dude.

But who could help it? The guy was maybe six feet tall and had shiny black hair cut fairly short but still with that deliberately tousled look that made Nick long to run his fingers through it. He had sea-green eyes that Nick could see sparkling from fifteen feet away, capped by slightly arched brows. He had smaller ears and a Greek nose plus perfectly kissable lips that would also look great wrapped around a cock while giving an intense blowjob. He was lightly tanned with nice arm and shoulder definition. His chest was smooth with tiny, adorable nipples. A little south of that, he sported an Apollo’s belt that tapered to a V below a sheet of taut muscle around the navel with a delta of dark hair below it leading into his waistband. The swim trunks hung a little low on his trim hips but outlined the globes of what seemed to be a firm, well-shaped rump. In general, he made Zac Efron look like a six.  

Nick desperately hoped his new crush would strip down for a shower or a soak in the hot tub so he could visually inventory the lower half, but alas, the guy took a towel from his locker and headed out into the wet area still in his trunks. Since that was Nick’s destination as well, he waited a few seconds then followed suit. 

The spa’s wet area had been renovated a few times over the years, but still had a tropical rain forest theme with lush foliage planted in a raised stone-enclosed bed with plunge pools on all four sides. One was a cold plunge and the other three were hot with massaging jets around their perimeters. A tiled pool deck surrounded them with very comfortable chaises longues spaced every few feet. About half of them were occupied with guys relaxing before or after a massage or drying off after a dip in one of the pools. On the side of the wet area opposite the locker room were a dry sauna and a steam room. 

Nick tossed a towel on one of the open chairs and noticed that Green Eyes (as he was beginning to think of the hot guy) was nearby and flipping through a sports magazine. Nick went over to a row of hooks along one wall and untied the belt on his robe. It was time to show off a little.

A few guys in Vegas spas wore swim trunks in the plunge pools and hot tubs. In one memorable case, Nick had seen a guy in bike shorts hop in and then get out with his package leaving nothing to the imagination when the fabric was wet. But most of the patrons followed the European tradition and went nude. Nick shrugged out of the robe and took a moment to hang it carefully, knowing that his bare ass was now on display for anyone who cared to look. After a moment he slowly turned, exposing his penis to almost every guy in the room as he crossed to the nearest warm plunge. He couldn’t be certain, but he thought he saw Green Eyes glance up as he passed by.

One guy was certainly checking Nick out as he went down the steps into the water, holding the rail until he was submerged. At the other end of this particular pool a guy with a typical surfer look was leaning against the side with his arms propped back on the edge, revealing the tufts of hair in his pits. He had longish, kinky blond hair with sun streaks in it and deep brown eyes. He looked mid-twenties and had the wiry muscles of a surfer. He made no pretense of checking Nick out and gave a slight head nod as Nick settled back against the side and felt one of the jets massaging his lower back. Nick nodded back and then took stock of the rest of the room. 

A couple of heavier older guys wrapped in towels took up two benches nearby; they looked like corporate types on a business trip maybe. A Middle Eastern man with a massively hairy chest was soaking in the pool perpendicular to the one Nick was in. A few other guys wandered through on the way back and forth to the lockers or sauna area – some Dad bods, one senior citizen with a shriveled acorn of a dick, a group of bros who looked to be about ten years past their frat days. A couple of them were pretty cute, but nobody was anywhere close to Green Eyes’ league. 

After a few minutes, Surfer Guy pushed himself off the pool edge and moved through the water to the stairway near Nick. He climbed out of the water and Nick saw that he was bathing full monty as well. He had stark tan lines, the deep brown of his back contrasting with the snowy white of his tight buns. He grabbed a towel of the row of hooks and Nick caught a glimpse of his thick tangle of brown bush with a regular-Joe cock nestled in it. He wrapped the towel around his waist and gave Nick a quick glance, then wandered off in the direction of the steam room. Nick knew an invitation when he saw it. 

He waited a few minutes, then got out of the pool himself, pausing on the top rung of the short ladder to let some water run off and let anyone who wanted another look get it. Green Eyes was looking at a travel magazine now and Nick thought maybe he took a peek over the tops of the pages, but he couldn’t be sure. Maybe just wishful thinking. Oh well, maybe he would follow into the steam room just like Nick was following Surfer Guy. He grabbed a towel and crossed the room.

The steam room had a large bowl filled with iced washcloths in it and Nick picked one up on the way in. The door opened into an anteroom where you could hang towels or robes, then another door led into the actual steam area. Directly ahead of the door was a row of shower heads and to the right was a long bench where you could take the steam. The bench led all the way down the outer wall into a U-shaped alcove that was not visible as you came in the main door. That feature was what made this a great place for a hookup. If you were getting a little action, you had enough warning to separate when the door opened. Sometimes the place was too busy to do anything but look and sometimes it was dead, but sometimes everything timed out just right.

Today looked like it might be one of those just right days. Nick turned the corner into the alcove and Surfer Guy was the only other man there. He was seated on the stone bench with the towel loose around his waist. Nick took a place across from him and leaned back against the wall. 

There was a certain etiquette here. A light brush of your hand over your crotch or fiddling with the waist of your towel was a general signal that you were up for more than just a little steam. Some guys just opened the towel right up as they sat down and let their cocks out in the open, but Nick had found those guys were generally not looking for anything; they were just letting it all hang out. But the discreet hand on the crotch, moving on to more obvious rubbing, was a strong signal that something was about to go down. Or be gone down on. 

Surfer Guy made eye contact as Nick got settled and his hand went to his lap. Nick reciprocated by settling his hand in his own lap. He spread his legs just a little so the towel opened, revealing his upper thighs. Surfer Guy uncinched his towel and let one side fall away, exposing a bare hip. Nick spread his legs further apart, giving a view of his balls and cock head, as the slit of the towel was now up to his crotch. He felt his shaft swelling and his horniness was rising. Surfer Guy slid his hand under his towel and began to masturbate himself while staring at Nick’s cock rising steadily to erection. He stood up suddenly, his towel dropping to the bench, and came over to Nick, freeing his tool and bending over quickly to swallow it. He pumped his head back and forth, getting most of Nick in his mouth and slicking him with saliva. Nick held onto Surfer Guy’s head, feeling the soft waves of his longer hair. 

The humidity and oppressive heat of the steam, as well as the danger of getting interrupted and caught, gave everything a heightened sense, so things tended to move quickly. This wasn’t so much about great sex; it was about danger and quick conquest and getting away with it. After giving Nick’s meat a couple of minutes of attention, Surfer Guy stopped and stood up, his erect prick right at Nick’s mouth level for the taking. It was about five inches long with a small head, tapering to a wider shaft as it got closer to the thick bush. Nick gobbled it down and was able to get the whole thing in his mouth, his nose coming to rest in his new buddy’s pubes. Nick jerked his own dick while he tongue-bathed Surfer Guy. Then he moved to sucking just the head while jacking the base with his hand. He had just gotten into rhythm when they heard the sound of the outer door opening and separated quickly. 

They each returned to their places and sat across from each other, quickly pulling the sides of their towels up to cover their boners. The inner door opened and someone came around the corner, moving slowly in the dim light and waiting for his eyes to adjust. This new guy looked like a kid – apple cheeks and a short stature, but with the hairy chest and belly of a man. He had brush-cut black hair and bright eyes. He moved a little hesitantly between Nick and Surfer Guy and took a seat on the end bench, the short side of the U. 

A new round of fresh steam blasted out of the nozzles lining the walls. The three guys sat there, looking at everything but each other now. Was the new guy part of the home team or just a visitor? After a long moment, Surfer Guy adjusted the towel over his crotch, a very subtle opening test. Nothing happened for a moment, then Apple Cheeks shifted a little in place and ran his hand down the sweaty hair between his pecs. Nick completed the triple play by spreading his legs a little wider and adjusting the towel in his lap. 

The covenant now established, Surfer Guy opened his towel and began to jack his still-hard dick. Nick opened his as well and started to stroke. Apple Cheeks watched them with slightly-widened eyes, but Nick nodded towards the newcomer’s crotch, encouraging him to join in. The kid slowly opened his towel, uncovering a thick, stubby dick about four inches long with a bright red mushroom head. He was erect and had a thick nest of curly black pubes. He spit in his hand and began to stroke.

Surfer Guy crossed back over to Nick and went down on him again. Nick leaned his head back against the wall and enjoyed the feeling. The steam made his whole body hot and wet, but the mouth on his manhood felt even hotter and wetter. Apple Cheeks was watching in something like awe and began fisting his cock even faster. He tentatively reached his foot out and stroked the top of Nick’s foot with it. From that, Nick knew what he was into. Feet weren’t necessarily Nick’s thing, but he was always willing to help another fella out. 

He shifted forward a little, causing Surfer Guy to back away and stand up to watch. Nick raised his left foot and extended it towards Apple Cheek’s crotch. He tucked his toes under the young guy’s furry balls and flexed them up and down, stroking the nutsack. Then he ran the ball of his foot over the shaft, up and down the underside. Apple Cheeks froze in place, staring down and Nick’s foot massaging his cock. After a moment, his eyes squeezed closed and his mouth opened in a silent yell as he unloaded a torrent of thick white cum, spattering his chest and Nick’s toes.

When he was finished, his cheeks turned even redder with embarrassment and he quickly wrapped his towel back around himself and scrambled away, sliding on the tiles and nearly busting ass as he rounded the corner to the door. It banged shut as he made a hasty retreat. Nick and Surfer Guy grinned at each other but didn’t have time to do anything else but get back to their towels, because the door was opening again. There was another new arrival. 

Nick glanced over and his jaw nearly dropped. The new arrival was Green Eyes. He prayed to the gods of dick that his fantasy man would come over and play with them, but he headed for the row of showers on the other side of the space. Nick’s eyes followed him and he watched as Green Eyes tossed his towel on a bench and got under the spray. He could vaguely see the whiter, untanned area of Green Eyes’ bare buns, but the steam obscured detail. Surfer Guy watched too as Green Eyes rinsed out his hair and let the water run down his body, then turned off the water and picked up the towel, rubbing it over his head. 

He kept his back turned to them as he dried his arms and chest and then wrapped it around his waist again and then pivoted towards the door. He nodded in Nick and Surfer Guy’s direction as he left. As soon as he was gone, Surfer Guy pulled his cock out and began to stroke again, but it was almost no time before the door was opening again and he covered back up. 

The next man to round the corner was the hairy-chested Middle Eastern guy Nick had seen out in one of the hot tubs. He took a spot a few feet down from Surfer Guy across from Nick. He must have been a veteran of this type of thing, because he saw their loose towels and bulging crotches and sized up the situation immediately. He opened his towel and unleashed a fucking dragon. His enormous, semi-hard dick sprang out of a hip-to-hip salt-and-pepper bush. Nick had the passing thought that if this guy got fully hard, he might put somebody’s eye out.

Dragon Dick started stroking and brought his massively thick, cut shaft to its full erection. He had to be closing in on ten inches. Nick had seen that in porn, but this had to be the biggest cock he’d ever come face-to-face with. Dragon Dick stood up, tacitly inviting them to come over and worship his tool. Surfer Guy stood as well and wrapped  his hand around the girth; it was so thick his fingers didn’t meet. He started jacking, amazed at the giant mass of cockflesh in his hand. He bent over a little uncertainly, bringing his mouth to the head. He stretched his jaw wide and got about three inches in and started to suck like a baby with an outsized pacifier. 

Nick moved over to join them, stroking himself. He touched the base of Dragon Dick’s shaft and began to pump up and down while Surfer Guy continued to gag on the head. Nick had always been pretty pleased with the overall size of his dick, but this was giving him an inferiority complex. This thing must be pretty inconvenient for everyday living – what kind of underwear would it even fit it?

Surfer Guy stopped and straightened up to catch his breath. Dragon Dick turned him around and checked out his lily-white ass. He slapped the right buttock, then wet one finger in his mouth and spread the cheeks apart and worked his finger into Surfer Guy’s cunt. Surely he didn’t think he was going to fuck either one of them with that thing? It would have split wiry little Surfer Guy in half and Nick knew for damn sure nothing that size was going up his chute. 

That must not have been his plan, because he took his finger out and spun Surfer Guy around, then pushed him back down to his knees. Nick watched as his blond head began to bob up and down again. Nick dropped to his knees as well and moved in close. Soon both he and Surfer Guy were working Dragon Dick’s tool, each licking up and down opposite sides of the shaft and under his egg-sized balls. Their tongues met repeatedly and it was like they were making out around a huge donkey dick. They found a rhythm easily and worked hard while jacking themselves raw. 

Surfer Guy grunted softly and expelled his semen onto Dragon Dick’s towel, which had slipped off the bench and was piled around his feet. Just after that, Dragon Dick stepped back and grabbed his member with both of his hands, one over the other, and pumped his pistol a few more times. Then he fired jizz into the hair like an uncapped fire hydrant. Nick was sure he could hear some of if splattering as it fell back to the tiles. Dragon Dick picked up his cummy towel, gave a short nod and headed out. 

Nick was still working his meat, getting close. Surfer Guy, still on his knees, shuffled over and popped Nick’s cock back in his mouth. He gave him a furious blow job, obviously meant to drain his balls. It felt so fucking good and Nick prayed no one else would come in before he could finish. Quick images of Green Eyes flashed through his mind – his squared-off jaw, his light pink little nipples, his tight abs, his sculpted hips, his navel and dark treasure trail leading down to…

And Nick came. He blasted Surfer Guy’s willing mouth full of his salty brine. Surfer Guy couldn’t hold all of it and a few globs slipped out, glazing his lips and chin with the evidence of his hunger for cock. Nick took a few deep breaths and then picked up his towel and headed out, leaving Surfer Guy rinsing off in the shower. He felt a little dehydrated from all the sweating and cumming after spending so much time in the steam area, so he grabbed a bottle of water the spa provided and guzzled it down.

He took a quick shower in the grooming area and got dressed. He tried to do something with his hair but didn’t have the right gel, so he just finger-styled it using the leave-in conditioner on the sink counter. He checked to see if by some chance Green Eyes might still be around, but no such luck. Then he took the spa elevator up to the main level of the resort. 

It was early evening and the casino was starting to really hop with early diners heading to the restaurants, folks stopping to play some slots on their way back from the pool, and gamblers getting an early start at the tables. There was a big four-sided bar near the entrance to the casino floor, so Nick walked over to it, figuring to get a drink and plan his evening.

He thought at first maybe he imagined it, but as he got closer her realized that, no, that was Green Eyes, sitting at the end of a row, playing the video poker machine in front of him and chatting with the cute, red-haired guy tending bar. (All bartenders on the Strip, male and female, are cute. It’s a city ordinance.) There were several empty seats next to Green Eyes, but Nick didn’t want to be obvious, so he slid into one three spaces down. Green Eyes was laughing – a rich, melodious laugh that was deep and masculine but not gravelly or anything. Fuck, he was perfect.

The bartender came down to Nick and he ordered a Grey Goose tonic. Green Eyes continued playing video poker as Nick got his drink and the bartender went back to finish their conversation. Nick tried to overhear; maybe it was something he could join in with a witty remark. What a pathetic douche, he thought, pining over some guy you saw in a hotel spa. You don’t even have a clue if he’s into guys. 

Some customers came and sat down on another side of the bar, so the redhead went to check on them. Nick was desperately trying to think of a natural way to strike up a conversation from three seats down when he saw that Green Eyes was finishing the last of his drink, scribbling something down on some paper, and taking his player’s card out of the poker machine. The bartender came back over and Green Eyes waved off another drink. He must have played enough for a comp, because the bartender stamped a tab and dropped it in a slot. Green Eyes left a few bucks on the bar for a tip and stood up. He had on taupe linen shorts that were molded to an ass Nick longed to explore with his hands, tongue, and dick. He mourned his lost chance as his fantasy man prepared to go. 

Green Eyes crossed behind Nick as he left and, casual as you please, dropped a folded cocktail napkin next to his drink while passing by. Nick looked at it like it had fallen from the sky. He turned to look behind him, but Green Eyes had melted into a throng heading for the elevator bank. Nick pulled the napkin closer and held his breath as he unfolded it. In neat block print it read:

ROOM 17-236, MIDNIGHT

Nick couldn’t believe it. He stared at the message, then checked his phone screen. It was 7:20. He ordered another vodka tonic and let the countdown begin.