Exploring My True Self

I got up to take a shower. The warm water rushing over me helped bring some clarity to the events of the past week. So much going on. “I need to be smart and think through things with my head and take control. My dick’s pretty much been in charge until now,” I thought to myself. “I really love Randy as a friend, and maybe more someday. I don’t know. But, I do know that I don’t want to lose his friendship or worse, break his heart while I’m trying to figure it all out. It’s not fair to him, but all I can do is be honest with him. He’s a big boy and can make his own decisions.”

 I definitely felt refreshed after my long shower. The multiple showerheads and warm water helped me relax and think. I was ready to start the day. As I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in just a towel, there was Randy Naked and sitting on the chair smiling at me. “He really is cute”I thought to myself.

“Hey, I think I’m going to go check out Jordan’s third hotel while you’re in the shower. I want to try to talk to some of his employees and guests and get a feel for the place. Then I’ll come back, and we’ll grab breakfast somewhere.” I said

“Sounds like a plan. Are you still up for hitting the bathhouse tonight?” Randy said

“Whatever you’re up for. You’re the one who drove all the way up here, it’s all about Randy day.” I said with a grin.

“Well, then get back into bed” He joked.

“In your dreams, bitch. I’ve got work to do. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” And I walked out the door. When I got outside the weather was beautiful. Late September in Vegas can be hot, but there was actually a breeze, it was a perfect day for walking the strip. Jordan’s other hotel was just a couple of blocks away. I decided to text Alex the highlights from last night on my way over “Hey! Couples massage turned into a wild three-way with the masseur. Wish you were here.”

“OMG Details and pics, please” He instantly responded.

“I’ll update you later, have some work to do before we hit the strip.”

“Can’t wait”

I arrived at the hotel in just a few minutes, put my phone in my pocket and walked into the lobby. It was another beautiful property, comparable to the hotel we were staying in. I started to wander around the lobby and look around when I heard someone yell my name. I turned to see Jordan, my client, briskly walking my way. Jordan was a big, jovial man, about 6’5”, 300 pounds. The kind of guy that lived life to the fullest. He ate big, drank big, and lived big. If he was in the room, you knew it. The thing I liked about him is that he seemed to acknowledge everyone in his midst. There could be a hundred people in the room and every last one of them would think he was paying attention to just them.

“Kevin,” He said loudly as he reached out to shake my hand patting my shoulder with his left hand “What are you doing here? I thought I set you up at the other hotel.”

“You did and thank you. The room is beyond beautiful. I wanted to make sure I saw all three properties while I was here, so I walked over here to take a look. Like you said, “consider it research.”” I replied making full eye contact with the man. He was an intimidating figure, but even though I was a foot shorter than him, I was going to hold my own. “I was going to talk to a few employees and guests to get the feel of the place before we went to breakfast.”

“That’s great!” he said beaming, impressed that I was so interested in his business “If you want I can set you up with a few folks to talk to and get you a tour.”

“That would be great if it’s not an inconvenience, otherwise I’m, pretty good at finding my way around.” I said. I barely finished my sentence when he snapped his fingers and a woman appeared at his side with a clipboard, He introduced us, gave her instructions and she went into action getting me a guide and lining people up for me to talk to.

“My team will make sure you get a good look at the place and get your questions answered. I’m so glad you’ve taken an interest. Our other agency has a team of ten people and not a single one of them has ever set foot on to any of my properties. They don’t get what we do or what makes us different. In the few meetings we’ve had with you, it’s obvious you get the market and are narrowing in on our clientele. I feel good about this.” He said, I was beaming with pride inside. “Listen, I’d be honored if you’d have breakfast in our restaurant as my guests when you’re done with your research.”

“You don’t have to do that, Jordan, the room was already so generous.” I said.

“You can’t sell our hotel experience unless you’ve lived it. I’ll introduce you to Joanie the hostess and when you’re done with your research come back with your friend and breakfast is on me.” He smiled and seemed genuinely happy to have me here.

“Thank you, Jordon, that’s very generous and would be great.” I replied, and we headed over to meet Joanie. The next two hours were extremely insightful. They took me into the bowels of the operation and introduced me to a couple of returning guests who were more than happy to tell me the good, bad, and ugly about the hotel. I had a lot of material to build my plan on, and prep for my meeting with Bill. I’d do that on the ride home. Meanwhile. Back to our weekend.

When I got back to the room Randy was dressed and ready to start the day “Damn, you’ve been gone a while” he said. I excitedly babbled about my morning and told him breakfast was on Jordon. “A free room for the weekend on the strip, and breakfast. You need more friends like him.” He laughed as we headed out the door and back to the other hotel for breakfast.

The restaurant was on the top floor. Joanie greeted us like royalty and seated us at a table by the window, so we could see the action on the strip while we ate. Within a minute the waiter, a tall, young guy with the most beautiful olive skin and jet black hair, came back with two huge Bloody Mary’s garnished with what looked like a salad “Good morning gentlemen. I’m Antonio, your waiter and THIS is our house specialty, Jordan wanted to make sure you experienced it. We have a menu; however, we’re known for the best brunch buffet on the strip it includes a fantastic selection of seafood and a several carving stations. I highly recommend it.” He said, all the while making eye contact with both of us. His brown eyes were mesmerizing.

“That sounds awesome. I’m in for the buffet” I chirped like a school girl talking to her latest crush

“Me too” Randy said chuckling at my giddiness. As soon as Antonio left, Randy started mocking me “Oooooh Antonio, your buffet sounds wonderful, and you’re oh so pretty.” He said in a high pitch voice. “You were like a star struck little girl” He laughed. I blushed because he wasn’t wrong. That was one of my many flaws, I was a major flirt, and really bad at it.

After pick-on-Kevin time was over we went to the buffet and headed back to the table. The, we sat down and had the best conversation. We caught each other up on the past thirty years and really got to know each other. We both talked about where we grew up in Wisconsin, about two hours from each other. We talked about college, living with Matty and Jeff, living in the closet, and our desire to be out of it. We had a lot in common. It turns out we went to all the same parties and bars but never really saw much of each other. Then Randy admitted that he tried to avoid me because he had a crush on me. I was blown away. This hot guy was crushing on me all this time and I was too afraid of my own sexuality to see it. I had no clue.

We sat there talking for almost two hours while Antonio kept the clean plates and Bloody Mary’s coming. I was having the best time with Randy, but it was time to give Antonio his table back. Since breakfast was on Jordan we left Antonio a huge tip and left to hit the strip. Antonio ran up behind us to say thank you and opened the door for us.

We walked the strip taking everything in, the fountains show at the Bellagio, the pirate show at treasure Island, the wax museum, every cheesy touristy thing you could think of. We took a million selfies like a couple of dorks and kept sending them to Alex who responded “cool” to the first one and ignored the rest. I was sure he was regretting giving me his phone number when he finally texted “You two queens are so cheesy. I wish I was there.”

We stopped at a couple of casinos’, lost a little, won a little, nothing noteworthy. We headed back to our room about seven o’clock. We were both still full from brunch several hours ago, and decided to skip dinner, take a disco nap, then head off to the bathhouse. We stripped and fell asleep in the same bed, Randy spooning me. At nine o’clock the alarm went off. Randy bounced up and hit the bathroom, he was in there a while. When He came out I jumped in for a quick shower. Then we were off to the bathhouse.

When we drove up to the place Randy had a frown on his face “this is it?” “Yeah, this is it. What did you expect? It’s a bathhouse,” I said laughing as we headed for the nondescript door. There were a few people waiting to check in so we got in line. A few minutes later I got a room and bought a bottle of poppers from the display case. The attended handed me my poppers, my key, and a towel. I put my phone and wallet in a safe box. Randy was next in line and did the same as he whispered something through the glass to the attendant. The attendant handed him his key and a towel and we entered the maze of rooms.

Our rooms were in opposite directions, so we went our separate ways, then met back at the pool area about fifteen minutes later. I was lounging on a chair when Randy came and plopped down beside me and went into his patented babbling mode “OH MY GOD! This place is amazing. I can smell man-sex everywhere. Lookit all these naked guys. Every shape, size, and color. Big dicks. Small Dicks. Cut. Uncut. Did you see the glory hole room?! I got grabbed like a hundred times walking over here….”

“RANDY! You’re babbling again.” I laughed.

“I know. I’m gonna go explore, Let’s meet back here later tonight.” He said into the air and took off without looking back. He didn’t invite me. It was obvious he wanted to be alone. I get it. It was only a week ago I entered my first bathhouse and was intoxicated by it. After the week I had, I was content to just lay here naked and take in the sites and smells by the pool. I actually nodded off for a bit. When I got up, I decided to wander the halls. It was brighter than the place in Phoenix and I could see a lot more. I roamed the halls peaking into rooms. I stopped and watched two hot daddies in a sixty nine for a while. They left the door open a crack and were putting on a hell of a show. I moved on and played voyeur a few more times along the way. Then I heard grunting, creaking, and the clanking of chains coming from a dark room a few doorways up and followed the sounds.

A few guys were gathered in the small room watching the main attraction: a hot guy in a leather sling on his back, with a metal cock ring, blindfolded, and holding a bottle of poppers. His legs were held up in stirrups with his hot ass on full display. There was a hot daddy type in a leather harness working his nipples, and guys taking turns in his ass while a young guy sucked his dick. The first thing I noticed about the cocksucker was his jet black hair. I watched for a while, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see in more detail. Then the cocksucker looked up. IT WAS ANTONIO, the waiter from breakfast. He winked at me and went back to work, unsurprised by my presence, almost as if he expected me to be there. My eyes darted around the room taking in the other hot guys. It was the leather daddy’s turn to fuck the guy in the sling. My eyes moved up the body of the guy in the sling. He had a lean body, dusted in blond fur with a long, slender dick. I got to his handsome face. HOLY FUCK! IT WAS RANDY! No wonder Antonio wasn’t surprised to see me.

I couldn’t believe it. Randy was in a sling, blindfolded wearing a cock ring on and taking on any fuck that came his way like a champ. I stepped up behind the leather daddy and patiently awaited my turn. His pace quickened, and he grunted “I’m cumming” in a low, calm matter-of-fact tone. Randy yelled “Cum in me. Breed me.” It was like he was in his own little euphoric universe of ecstasy. When Leather Daddy pulled out, Randy yelled “someone else fuck me please.” I intended to oblige. I stepped up to his hungry ass with mass amounts of cum dripping out his red, stretched hole and lined up my cock. Leather Daddy was obviously not his first load of the night. Antonio was still working his cock, determined to earn his reward.

I disguised my voiced in a low, guttural, baritone that surprised even me, and said, “You ready to get fucked, boy?” as I slapped his ass lightly. Antonio looked up at me with a huge grin, and almost laughed knowingly while he kept sucking his cock. “Yes, please.” Squeaked Randy “I slapped his ass much harder “Yes, please, WHAT, boy?” Randy said louder this time “Yes please, SIR!” “That’s better, boy” I said in my new bathhouse vibrato and entered him hard with one thrust giving him my full girth and length. I could see the mixture of pain and pleasure on his beautiful face as he inhaled from his bottle of poppers. Antonio was loving the show.

I gave Randy slow, long strokes, back and forth moving my his in a circular motion to make sure her was feeling every inch of my girth. I found his prostate and kept aiming for it. He grunted loudly each time I found it. I loved seeing the pleasure on his blindfolded face. I started pushing the sling away from me and letting it slam back on my cock, pounding the hell out of his fine ass. He started chanting “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” I donned my newfound voice and said sternly “Who gave you permission to cum, boy?! You cum when I tell you to cum,” and I gently pulled Antonio up by his hair and off Randy’s cock, as I pulled my full length out of him leaving him empty. When Antonio released Randy’s long, pulsating manhood, I flicked it with my thumb and middle finger, then pinched the head to make sure he didn’t cum.

Randy thrashed his head from side-to-side “Please let me cum?!” he begged “Please let me cum, WHAT?!” I said as I smacked his ass with all my might. He whimpered and begged “Please let me cum, SIR, PLEASE!” I smiled at Antonio, we were both trying to maintain our composure as I assumed the very uncharacteristic role of Randy’s “master.” By now we had an audience of about a dozen guys gathered around the room and peering in the doorway. Every eye in the room was riveted on the three of us and every dick was out and hard as a rock.

I push Antonio back onto Randy’s straining member, smacked his ass again and pounded as hard as I could. He was screaming his pleas and begging “Sir” to fuck him harder. Sir did as asked.

His moans got louder with every thrust, and I could see his balls tighten as Antonio worked his magic on his pipe. Every vain was visible and straining. “Good boy,” I said as I pushed his limits “Do you want to cum, boy?” I asked, impressed by my own voice and command. “Yes, SIR! PLEASE, SIR! LET ME COME!” he screamed so the entire bathhouse could hear. “Cum Boy!” I commanded. Antonio made no attempt to move his head. Randy screamed as he shot into the sweet boys mouth, and Antonio swallowed every drop of his sweet juice. The look on Randys face was indescribable. Alex was absolutely right. There is no more powerful feeling than controlling the pleasure of another person.

I kept pounding hard until I finally shot stream after stream into his ass, breeding him for the second time today. My cum mixed with the other loads already deep within his bowels.

I leaned over as I pulled out and whispered, “Good boy” and left before he could remove the blindfold. As I left I saw Antonio lean over to kiss him and feed him his own cum. Damn, it was such a hot scene.

I quickly showered and went back to the pool to resume my place in the same lounge chair. About a half hour later Randy came in, red-faced from his work out, and plopped down in the chair next to mine, exhausted. “Have you been here the whole time” he asked. “Yup. You wore me out this weekend. I needed a rest. What have you been up to? You were gone a while.” I asked niavely. “Just walking around and checking things out, nothing eventful” he said matter-of-factly, adding “You ready to go or do you want to stick around?” “I’m ready when you are, I’m still wiped out from last night and this morning.” With that we left and drove back to the hotel in silence. Randy had a stupid grin on his face the whole time.

When we got back to the hotel, I took a shower, pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, and laid down on one of the freshly remade king beds. Randy jumped into the same bed and laid next to me face-to-face. “Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?” he asked his sleepy eyes looking into mine.

“I’m good with that” I smiled back

He gave me a small kiss and said, “Good night.”

“Good night WHAT, boy?” I said in my booming bathhouse vibrato.

His eyes popped open wide.

To be continued...