Sex and Sin City

The first chapter was published a couple of weeks ago. It took me a while to get the conclusion finished; life got very busy and I wanted to make sure I had time to include plenty of intense, graphic sex! Just to recap, our boy Nick is in Las Vegas for a solo sex weekend. He spends an afternoon in the spa steam room getting plenty of oral action. A super-hot, green-eyed hunk catches his eye but Nick isn’t sure if his interest is shared. Just when he thinks things aren’t going to work out, his dream guy drops him a note inviting him to his room at midnight.

I had a couple of specific actors in mind as the physical types for these two, but I hope there’s still plenty of room for the reader to drop in their own fantasy mental images as well.  

Normally, Nick would have no problem killing an evening in Vegas. More than once, he’d pulled an all-nighter and not realized it until he saw the sun was up. But waiting for midnight to arrive so he could connect with Green Eyes was making time crawl by agonizingly slowly. He thought about hitting one of the casino bars, but he wanted a clear head for later. And he didn’t want to risk getting so drunk that his sexual function would be impaired. He was hoping for an epic fuck. When Green Eyes had dropped that note with his room number on the bar on his way out, it was like a fantasy coming true. How often does something like that really happen? 

So he spent a couple of hours at a blackjack table and came out $500 ahead. He hoped that was a good omen for the rest of the night. Then he went back to his room and took a long shower, making sure that every bit of him was squeaky-clean. He dried off and then spent time on his hair, getting it to fall just right without making it look like he’d tried too hard. 

Then it was time to figure out what to wear. Nick considered several pairs of underwear, from a thong (too slutty?) to an Andrew Christian jock (too cliché?) to some black boxer briefs (too boring?) He finally decided on a pair of white Jockey Elance briefs that showed off his package to good effect. Then he pulled on some gray shorts with a faint tropical foliage print that fit just right in the front and the back. He finished off with a short-sleeved button-down shirt in a muted orange-and-blue plaid. He thought it set off his eyes nicely and also had the advantage of having pretty tight sleeves, accenting the bicep work he’d done.

Even after all that, there was still nearly an hour to midnight. Nick kicked back on his bed, images of Green Eyes from this afternoon flashing through his mind – changing at his locker, showing his perfect tufts of armpit hair. The tight, muscular layer of his abs. That quick glimpse of the pale flesh of his ass seen through the mist of the steam room. All this was enough to give Nick an raging stiffie. He longed to jerk himself off for release, but no way was he going to waste a load this close to the appointed hour. 

Finally, it was ten to midnight. Fuck it, I don’t care if I’m a little early and look desperate, Nick thought. Time to go. Before he did, as a precaution he made sure he memorized the room number, then left the note on his dresser so anyone who might find it would know where he’d gone. You never knew, right? 

It always takes longer than you think to get anywhere in a Vegas mega-resort. It was good he had set out when he did, because Green Eyes’ room was at the end of approximately four miles of hallway. Nick stopped outside the door, his heart pounding with nervousness, excitement, anticipation… He took a deep breath then knocked softly.

There was a long ten seconds of silence, then finally Nick could hear movement on the other side of the door. Then there was the sound of the bolt being turned and the door opened. Green Eyes stood there, looking every bit as good as he had earlier, in those ass-hugging linen shorts topped off with a silky sky-blue sport shirt that looked like it would be heaven to touch.

“Hi,” said Green Eyes with a nervous little laugh.

“Hi,” Nick answered, also with a nervous laugh.

Green Eyes moved aside, opening the door wider to let Nick in. “I wasn’t really sure if you would come.”

Nick grinned. “I think you were pretty sure after the way I was scoping you down at the spa.”

“Well, I hoped. I hoped you were showing off for me, to get my attention. Either way, it worked. Come on in.”

Green Eyes led the way out of the entry and the room opened into an enormous suite, with a sectional sofa, huge California king bed, dining area, and acres of windows that made it seem like the Strip was in the room with them. It was all done in a very upscale style of soft base tones with pops of bold colors – aqua, royal purple, lemon yellow.

“Holy fuck!” Nick said, taking it in. “Are you a high-roller or something?”

“Oh, no. I had a conference here last week for work and decided to stay on a couple of days. Since the flight was covered, I decided to treat myself to a room upgrade for the weekend.”

“And how. I thought my room was nice, but this…”

“Come on and sit down. Beer?”

“Sure.”

Nick sat on the couch, which looked like it would fit right in at the White House, while Green Eyes went to the bar area and pulled a couple of bottles from a fridge enclosed in a cherry-wood cabinet. He popped them with a bottle opener on the marble counter and came over to the sofa, handing one to Nick.

“I’m Zach, by the way.” 

“Nick.” They clinked bottles in a toast.

“So, Nick… Did you like showing off down in the spa? Knowing every gay guy in there was checking you out and thinking what they’d like to do to you?”

Nick let out an embarrassed laugh. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I guess I did. It’s fun to… show off sometimes.” He took a long pull on the beer. “So, what did you think?”

“I thought you were the fucking sexiest guy I’d seen in forever.”

“Funny, I was thinking the same about you. Why didn’t you come over in the steam room when you came in to shower? Surely you knew what was up.”

“Yeah… I don’t really do anything in public.” It was Zach’s turn to take a deep swig of beer. “My dad caught a friend and me in the tool shed when we were twelve… doing stuff.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. It’s fine now, but it was kind of a bad scene at the time. Put me off risky sex. I hope that’s okay.”

Nick shrugged. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna interrupt us in here.”

Zach finished his beer and went over to the refrigerator to pull out two more. Nick was only half-done with his, but he shrugged and gunned the rest. It was a pretty high-octane IPA, so he hoped it wouldn’t hit him too hard. Zach handed him the second one and stood in front of him. 

“Well… if you like to show it off, why don’t you let me see some more?”

Nick looked up at him, then stood. He started to unbutton his shirt.

“Come over here.” Zach picked up their beers and led the way over to the wall-to-wall, floor-to-floor ceiling windows. He set the bottles on a side table, then turned to watch Nick. Vegas just past midnight was in full swing and the neon landscape spread out beneath them was alive with the motion of lights, people, cars, and the desert breeze moving through trees and plants that didn’t belong here, but were essential to creating the fantasy. 

Nick finished removing his shirt and dropped it on a chair behind him. He kicked off his deck shoes and pushed them out of the way. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and dropped them. He never broke eye contact with Zach. Now he was left in just his very brief briefs, which were doing nothing to disguise his arousal. Slowly, he put his thumbs in the waistband and exposed himself fully to Zach once more. Zach’s eyes traveled down to the floor as the briefs fell, then moved back up and stopped on Nick’s penis, which went fully erect nearly as soon as it sprang free from the cloth.

Zach took two steps to stand directly in front of Nick. He reached out slowly with his right hand and ran it over the dusting of hair between Nick’s nipples. “Beautiful,” he breathed. Then with his left hand, he took the underside of Nick’s shaft and wrapped his fingers around it. The heat of the touch made Nick gasp. Zach leaned in and kissed Nick deeply but softly, a bit tentatively. Nick responded, meeting the tip of Zach’s tongue with his own, feeling almost dizzy with the ecstasy of the intimate moment. At last, their mouths parted.

“Your turn,” Nick said.

Zach stepped back. He crossed his arms and took his shirt by the hem and pulled it up over his head and off, turning it inside out in the process. Fuck, thought Nick, even the way he takes his shirt off is sexy. Nick’s eyes absorbed the perfection of Zach’s bare chest, with its light pink nipples smaller than a dime and his six-pack abs with the fine dark hair under his belly button. Zach’s shorts were the next to go and he tossed them and his shirt on top of Nick’s clothes on the chair. 

That left Zach in only a pair of charcoal gray boxer briefs struggling to contain his erection. With a glance back up at Nick, he lowered them quickly and stepped out of them, his cock at last open to Nick’s inspection. It was beautiful, as he had known it would be. Milky-white and steel-hard, it was basically a twin to Nick’s in size. They were both about six inches long and thick without being oversized, both cut with nicely-formed helmet heads and fairly meaty piss slits. Zach had a trimmed black bush, the hair cropped pretty close but still covering his entire pubic area. There was a slight bit of fine black hair on his balls, encased in a tight sac in the cool room. 

Nick moved over to him, took both his pointer fingers, and traced one from each hip along the bone toward the V in the middle, so perfectly defined on Zach’s ideal body. He let one hand move to the shaft and the other cup the testicles.

Zach pulled them close together, so that their dicks were pressed against one another. He took Nick’s penis and laid it along the top of his, then wrapped his fingers around both as much as he could, jerking them off as one. Nick pressed his frenulum against Zach’s soft pubes and rubbed it up and down, feeling the incredible sensation from the friction. Zach did the same in return and then they rubbed their shafts together, frotting like junior high boys just discovering the pleasures of handling another guy’s cock. 

They were building up a rhythm, their slits getting moist with precum, when Zach stopped and moved back. “I was getting close,” he said a little shyly.

“Me too,” Nick answered. “And I want it to last longer.”

Zach raised an eyebrow and grabbed their beers by the bottlenecks. “Come in here.” He turned and led the way to the suite’s bathroom. It was enormous as well and had a deep tub next to a window overlooking the view. The tub was full and Zach stepped over the edge and got in. He put the beers on the window ledge and then grinned at Nick.

“Wanna take a bath? I think you might be a dirty boy.”

Nick laughed. Then he shrugged and stepped into the tub. “Water’s still hot,” he said. 

“Yeah, I ran it right before you got here. I hoped things would go well.” Then Zach slowly sank to his knees and held Nick’s dick at the base. He lowered his mouth onto the head and worked it with his tongue. Nick was in ecstasy; Zach had a very skilled, warm tongue. Gradually, he worked his lips down Nick’s shaft until they reached his bush and the entire shaft was engulfed. He began to move up down, gripping Nick’s buns to pull him in deeper.

After a minute, he removed his mouth and reached for his beer. Nick thought maybe he was going to drink some to moisten his mouth, but instead Zach looked up at him and then slowly poured some of the beer down the length of Nick’s cock. It ran down onto his balls and into his pubes. Then Zach swallowed him again, licking and sucking the beer off. He repeated the process, pouring the cold beer again and watching it foam up. I’m getting head with a head, Nick thought to himself. It felt incredible and erotic, the brief shock from the cold beer followed by instant warming from the heat of Zach’s mouth. 

Zach poured a third measure of the beer directly onto Nick’s bush and down his balls, then licked it all off, running his tongue through Nick’s carpet and over his smooth testicles. 

“I wanna try,” Nick said.

Zach passed him the bottle and they changed positions. Nick took a moment to admire the perfection of Zach’s penis, running his finger down the top of it and then back up the underside, then running his hand across the cropped pubic hair. There was a tantalizing drop of precum glistening on Zach’s dick lips and Nick couldn’t resist. He put his tongue out and tasted the elixir; it was like nectar from the gods. 

Then he tilted the beer bottle, maybe a little too much. Zach’s tool was soaked in foam and some splashed into the tub water. Nick laughed and set to work cleaning it up with his tongue. The combination of the beer and the taste of Zach’s meat was delicious and Nick thought he could make a complete meal out of it, with maybe a little cream for dessert. He copied what Zach had done, pouring beer over Zach’s bush and balls and licking and sucking it all off. He could smell the scent of the hotel’s body wash in Zach’s pubes. There was only a small amount of beer left in the bottle, so he poured that over Zach’s navel and licked down his treasure trail to clean it off. 

Zach knelt into the water in front of Nick and kissed him again. They made out for several minutes, their tongues dancing together in an intensely sexual pas de deux. Their hands roamed through each other’s hair, traced jawlines and earlobes, pinched nipples, stroked thighs, and cupped buttocks. When they separated, Zach told Nick to stand up again. Nick complied, wondering what his buddy had in mind next.

He found out when Zach took him by the hips and slowly turned him around. He began to run his fingers up and down Nick’s ass, alternately stroking gently and then squeezing more firmly. “Amazing,” whispered Zach.

Then he gripped a cheek in each hand and slowly separated them. Nick felt the cooler air of the room touch his most intimate and sensitive part, exposing his last secret to Zach. Then he felt a jolt as Zach’s tongue touched his pink button. Zach licked all over that small pucker of sensitive, tight flesh. Then he began to press the tip of his tongue into the center, seeking entrance. 

And Nick knew that Zach wanted to fuck him. And he knew that he was going to let him. Not only was he going to let him, he wanted it. He was usually a top and it had been quite a while since he’d been penetrated, but it was going to happen now. He leaned forward and braced himself on the windowsill, providing Zach more access to his hole. He stared out at the glittering lights of the Strip as Zach replaced his tongue with a finger, probing gently.

“You want to fuck me?” Nick asked.

“Yes,” came the answer.

“You want my cunt?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.” Nick was going to make him say it out loud. He wanted to hear the desire in Zach’s voice.

“I want your cunt, Nick. Fuck, I need your cunt. You’re so unbelievably sexy.”

“Then let’s go to your bed.”

They got out of the tub and dried off with the oversized bath towels. Zach went to a Dopp kit on the countertop and took out a Trojan in a light blue wrapper and a travel-sized bottle of lube. Nick went to the bed and sat at the end of it in the middle, the panorama of the Vegas night to his left. Zach came over to him and Nick took the Trojan from him. He opened the wrapper and pulled out the rubber. Zach was sporting stiff wood. Nick pinched the end of the condom and unrolled it down Zach’s cock to the base. He took the lube from Zach’s other hand and squirted some onto Zach’s shaft. He rubbed it in, making sure it covered the head thoroughly. Then he put another glob into his hand and raised his hips. He carefully lubed his asshole, making sure it was plenty slick on the surface and inside. He was now prepared and had given Zach full permission to take him. 

Zach leaned over and they kissed again. Nick pushed back into the center of the bed and brought his knees up towards his chest. Zach moved between them and braced himself above Nick with his hands on either side of Nick’s shoulders. He lowered himself and Nick could feel his hardness sliding up and down his crack.

“Just… take it slow, okay Green Eyes?”

Zach nodded and positioned himself right at Nick’s knot. He pressed steadily but gently and Nick gasped as the head pushed past his sphincter ring. Then Zach was inside him and it was like completing a circuit by plugging a cord into an outlet. The pain was replaced with a wonderful fullness and all of Nick’s senses split apart and he was intensely aware of each one separately. He could see the colors of the Vegas lights outside – vibrant yellows, pinks, blues – reflected in Zach’s amazingly shiny hair. He could hear the distant hum of traffic and crowds and a big band melody blasting out of speakers somewhere. He could feel Zach’s breath on his neck and ear. When Zach kissed him, he could taste some of the bitterness of the beer and the pungency of their oral sex. And he could smell the slight citrus of Zach’s cologne. 

They were fused as one as Zach fucked him with long, full strokes, keeping up a steady rhythm. Nick was still fully erect; he was so aroused that his penis almost hurt from the long for release. He still had a little lube on his fingers, so he moved his hand between his belly and Zach’s and began to stroke himself. Zach arched his back to give Nick some room and the slick sound of fucking and jacking became intense. 

Nick lost his sense of time and, to an extent, his sense of self. He was only aware of Zach’s eyes staring into his and the feeling of being wonderfully penetrated as he masturbated himself. He had no idea how long it lasted that way, but then Zach’s thrusts became even deeper and he held himself inside Nick longer between strokes. Then Zach moaned “Oh my God” and  Nick felt the sensation of a cock spasming inside him and he knew that Zach was climaxing. That pushed him over the edge and with his own cry of “Oh fuck!”, he saw stars brighter than any Vegas neon and released his load in a torrent on his chest and belly. His orgasm was so intense that his toes curled and he felt weak when at last it subsided. 

Zach collapsed on top of him, smearing Nick’s semen between their torsos. They lay that way for a minute, then Zach pulled out of Nick and removed the condom from his semi-hard prick. He held it up and showed it to Nick. There was an impressive amount of jizz filling the end of it.

“That’s a damn big load,” Nick said.

“You inspired me,” Zach answered. He tied off the end of the rubber and ran into the bathroom to flush it away. He came back and crawled into bed. Nick cradled himself in the crook of Zach’s arm and they rolled onto their sides to stare out at the night. Words weren’t necessary and eventually, they both dozed. They woke up a couple of hours later just as dawn was starting to break, painting the outline of the distant mountains in purples and oranges.

Zach ran a finger down Nick’s side and over his bare hip. “What are we going to do today?” he asked.

Nick rolled over to face him. He had a devilish look on his face. “Oh, I can think of several things,” he said. He reached around Zach and his hand found the firmness of that perfect ass. He kneaded the cheeks and then separated them, probing with his fingers…