Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2023 20:14:16 -0500
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: Taking a Risk, part 3

Taking a Risk, part 3

Vance had just finished his morning shower and was brushing his teeth when
he heard a knock on the door and someone say, "room service." Vance made
sure his towel was securely around his waist and went to answer it.

"Sorry for my state of undress," Vance said as a young man rolled in a cart
with their breakfast.

The server smiled and said, "Compared to some of the things I've seen, your
attire is almost Victorian in modesty."

Vance had to laugh and said, "I would imagine so." He then handed the young
man a tip.

"Thank you very much!"

Shelby was still in bed, naked under the sheets, and his eyes grew wide, "I
know I am being totally inappropriate asking you this, but did you just tip
him $100."

Vance smiled and said, "It's easy being a big tipper with the casino's
money. If I'd lost last night, he'd have gotten a ten. Now get your ass
over here and have some breakfast."

Shelby slipped on a robe and joined Vance.

"This looks so good," Shelby said. " I am going to have to check out the
fitness center if you keep feeding me like this."

"Oh, you're not the one that needs to worry about putting on weight. You
can put on ten pounds and still be underweight. On the other hand, if I put
on ten pounds, I will start to show a daddy belly."

"I think you would look adorable with a bit of dad bod," Shelby said with a
smile.

"Oh, you will pay for that," Vance said.

"I'm counting on that," Shelby said with a wicked grin, and Vance's cock
started to stiffen.

"Okay, on a safer topic, did you find anything you would like to do?"

"I saw they have this show called `The Atomic Saloon.' it looked fun,
but..."

"If you say expensive, I'm going to whoop your ass. Let me see if I can get
tickets."  Vance called the resort box office and found there were some
cancellations so he was able to get tickets. Then he turned to Shelby and
said, "I got them. We are going to the 7:30 show."

Shelby smiled. Then Vance ask if he had anything else he wanted to do, and
Shelby said he hadn't really found anything other than the fitness center
and pool. "What do you want to do?" Shelby asked.

"Have you ever seen the TV show Pawn Stars?"

"Yeah, I've seen it."

"I want to go there just to say I saw the place. Then I thought we could
come back, hit the fitness center, and then the pool. I thought we'd eat at
the Black Tap after the show. It's a craft burger and beer restaurant."

"That sounds like fun."

"Okay, let's get this money issue settled. Like I already told you, it's
cute that you are worried about how much I am spending on you, but you need
to just enjoy it. The truth is, that in addition to my pension, my
investment portfolio is very healthy. When my mother died, I was named the
beneficiary of her life insurance which was $250,000. My father was a
colonel in the Air Force and they took out a fairly large policy for the
time, so that if something happened to mom, and he was stationed overseas,
there would be money for my aunt and uncle to take care of me."

"I put the money in an annuity and haven't touched it. Plus, as a single
gay male without a family, I was free to work lots of overtime. I think I
worked almost every Thanksgiving and Christmas when I was on the
force. After retiring from the Air Force, my dad became a pilot for Delta
and he was rarely around for the holidays because he was doing the same
thing. We got together at other times."

"The point is my dad and I got into investing as kind of our father/son
thing. So I took all of my overtime pay and played the stock market. My dad
was, well still is, a shrewd and lucky investor. He really taught me a
lot. The guy invested heavily in Apple when everyone else thought they were
dead, and he gave me a some shares. We made out like bandits. The upshot is
I have a few million dollars to spend before I finally kick the bucket. I
don't plan on wasting my money, but I do plan on enjoying it, and right
now, spending a very small part of my money on you is giving me a lot of
enjoyment. So, stop being a party pooper."

Shelby smiled and said "Okay."

After breakfast, they headed to the Gold and Silver Pawn Shop. There was a
bit of a line before they could get in, but it didn't take more than 15
minutes. After looking around for a bit. Vance asked one of the employees
if they happened to have a 1943 copper penny. The 43 copper penny is
rare. Because the country was getting ready for WWII, copper was being
diverted to the defense industry, and pennies were being made from
steel. However, a few leftover copper blanks from the previous year were
accidentally pressed and a few coins got into circulation.

The clerk checked the inventory and said, "It says we have one, but I can't
sell it. Rick has a hold on it and he isn't here today. He won't be back
until next week."

"I see, does it have a price listed?"

"12,500."

"Damn, I need that coin to complete my collection," Vance said. "Do you
think he would sell it over the phone?"

"Absolutely, since the show took off, we have been dealing with people all
over the world by phone and online. Here, take this card and give the shop
a call next week. Also, let me get your contact info."

As they were leaving the shop, Shelby asked Vance what kinds of coins he
collected.

"Mostly American, and mostly ordinary everyday stuff. However, my
collection of pennies from 1900 to 2000 is almost complete and I've been
working on that for years."

"Cool, I had a State quarter's collection, but I left it at home. Mom and
Dad have probably used it to buy beer," Shelby said with a note of
bitterness. Vance couldn't help putting an arm around Shelby to comfort
him.

Shelby stayed a bit subdued until they got to the fitness center. Vance and
Shelby started by stretching. Vance noticed that several guys were checking
them out. For the most part, none of them were Vance's type, but there was
one twenty-something that was muscular and hot, he was also so cocky it
canceled out any attraction Vance might have for him. Besides, Vance was
pretty sure the guy was focused on Shelby.

After stretching Vance and Shelby went over to the resistance
machines. Vance had a notebook and was having Shelby max his weight so he
could get an idea about where the kid was. Again Shelby surprised Vance
with his strength. The more Vance commented on Shelby's ability, the more
the kid's pride and confidence grew.

After a couple of hours of working out, it was time to hit the pool. The
lifting had pumped their muscles and both Vance and Shelby's shirtless
torsos were turning heads. Vance was prime meat for the tigresses on the
prowl. If he'd been inclined he could have had the pick of half-a-dozen
bored wives whose husbands were at various trade shows around Vegas. On the
other hand Shelby was the sort of cute, shy boy that attracted cougars like
a lost lamb.

Vance also noticed the guy from the fitness room was watching from a
distance. Something about him said trouble.

Around two, Vance said, I'm getting hungry. I was thinking we'd eat dinner
after the show. So we need to see what the pool cafe has to offer. As they
looked at the menu, Vance again noticed the guy from the gym. This time he
was drinking at the bar.

When the server came to take their orders, Vance chose a chicken Caesar
salad, and Shelby went for tacos. After ordering, Shelby went to the
restroom. Eventually, Vance noticed that Shelby had been gone for a while,
so he flagged down the server and told her to hold their orders until they
got back, then he went to find Shelby. When he got to the men's restroom he
found the door wouldn't open. Something seemed to be blocking it.

Vance heard a voice he didn't recognize say, "Come on kid, let's dump Sugar
Grampy and have some fun. Who needs a shrivel up little piece of jerky,
when you can have prime American sirloin."

The next voice Vance did recognize, Shelby yelled, "Fuck off asshole."

Without a second thought Vance forced the door and found the guy from the
gym had Shelby pinned against the wall and was groping him. Instantly Vance
was in cop mode and his training kicked in. Although the guy was bigger and
probably stronger, Vance was able to drop him to the ground and restrain
him. It also helped that the guy was stinking drunk. It wasn't long before
resort security and a manager showed up to demand what was going on.

The drunk on the floor, yelled, "These two attacked be and tried to take my
wallet. I want them arrested."

Vance stood up and said, "My name is Vance Hayes, detective, Kansas City
Police Department, retired. Would you like to see my I.D.?"

The security office said, "Yes I would Mr. Vance. Oh, and my name is
Jeffrey Spares, captain, Las Vegas Police Department, retired, and head of
resort security."

The two smiled, and the asshole on the floor said, "Oh fuck."

Two more members of security showed up and picked the asshole up. The
alcohol, combined with being slammed to the floor, was having an affect, he
couldn't get up on his own, and had just vomited.

Spares looked at Shelby and asked, "Do you want to press charges?"

"Not really."

"I understand, and the truth is I'm not sure the D.A. would want to pursue
this. It's not that he or the LVPD don't take what happened seriously, but
given the situation it would probably be pled down to a misdemeanor, and if
he were charged with something more, both of you would have to come back
for the trial. This is what I am suggesting, we take your statements and
place him under arrest. I have a couple of buddies at booking who can see
he won't appear before a judge until tomorrow morning. So he will spend the
night sobering up in jail. Likely the D.A. will get with his lawyer, plead
it to drunk and disorderly, stick him with a couple of thousand in fines
and court costs, and send him back to wherever he came from."

Vance looked at Shelby and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Shelby nodded and said, "That sounds good to me. I just don't want him
doing something like this again to anyone else."

"I'll see they run a background check, and if anything similar shows up,
that will change what the D.A. will want to do."

"Do you think this is a good plan?" Shelby asked Vance.

"Well, if I'd have had a few more minutes, I'd of ripped his nuts off and
shoved them down his throat. But damn, the paperwork on that would have
been a nightmare." Shelby, Spares, and the manager all laughed. "However,
you have plans in California, and I don't think you will want to come back
to testify. So, take it, and hope the experience scares the shit out of him
and he thinks twice before ever trying something that stupid again."

"Okay, that will have to work," Shelby said. Besides I am too hungry to
dwell on it."

"Shit" Vance said, "I bet our server is wondering what the hell happened to
us."

The manager said, "let me take care of this." He had the kitchen remake
Vance and Shelby's order, and then comped their meal.

When Vance and Shelby were back at the table alone, Shelby said, "I hope I
did the right thing. I know people like that are often repeaters."

"That's true, but fortunately he didn't get very far, unfortunately that
would have made a prosecution difficult. What I'm more worried about is how
you're dealing with all of this."

"Well I would be lying if I didn't say I was shaken up, and am really glad
I will be sleeping with my knight in shining armor tonight," Shelby said
with half a smile.

Before the end of lunch, Shelby was again talkative and seemingly
cheerful. The remarkable think about Shelby was his apparent ability to
shrug off something like the attack and keep going as if nothing
happened. Although, Vance wasn't sure the trauma wasn't really gone, but
just locked away in some mental trunk full of bad stuff.

After lunch, they went back to the room and Shelby said, "I thought you
were going to the casino?"

"Nah, I think I will stay here and watch some TV."

"I don't think so. If you do that, I will feel like I have a babysitter. I
will be fine. How about I meet you at the show at seven so we can find our
seats."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, now go."

Vance took a quick shower, and put on Dockers and a polo shirt, then headed
out. As soon and Vance was gone, Shelby grabbed the butt plugs and headed
for the shower. He was determined that when they got back after the show
and dinner, Vance was taking his cherry ass.

Vance was playing poker, and doing fairly well, when his phone buzzed. When
there was a break in the game, he stepped away to see who was texting
him. He clicked on the link and what he saw almost made him weak in the
knees. There was a picture of Shelby pushing the largest plug into his hole
and a caption that read, "Tonight Uncle Vance."

"Hey Vance, shall we deal you in," one of his new poker buddies ask. Vance
smiled and replied, "Yeah, I'm feeling lucky."

Vance was in a streak and hated to leave the table, but he would have to
hustle to get to the show on time. When Shelby saw him jogging down the
hall, his face lit up like a lantern. "Sorry I'm late," Vance said and gave
Shelby a kiss on the cheek.

They entered the theater and were shown to their table. The seats Vance was
able to get weren't cheap, but he wasn't telling that to Shelby.

Before the show started, Vance ordered a flask of Fanny's Fuzz, vodka
infused with lemon, peach, and tarragon, while Shelby had to settle for
something a bit tamer. The best way to describe the show would be Mel
Brooks meets Mae West meets Cirque du Soleil. The show was rowdy, raunchy,
and Shelby loved it, especially the sexy male dancers and acrobats.

After the show, they headed for the Black Tap for dinner. Shelby ordered
the American burger: prime burger, American cheese, lettuce, tomato,
special sauce. Vance teased him that all he was getting was an overpriced
Big Mac. Of course it was Shelby's turn to make fun when Vance ordered The
Black Truffle Burger: wagyu beef, havarti cheese, baby arugula,
truffle-yuzu vinaigrette, black garlic peppercorn aioli, shaved parmesan,
and truffle oil. "What the hell is all of that crap. I have never seen
anything more pretentious than a burger with baby arugula and
truffle-yuzu."

"I thought you were going to be a chef," Vance shot back.

"I am. My plan is to make good food for the common man; you know, a mom,
apple pie, and baseball menu."

"Interesting, but I think you're overshooting your customer base by 1,400
miles. That's more Kansas than California when it comes to what people want
to see on the menu."

"Maybe so, but I bet there are still a few people in California that work
for a living."

After a bit more chat, Vance got serious, "About tonight, don't get me
wrong, I do find you hot as hell and every time I think about making love
to you, my cock jumps. However, I'm afraid that you are pushing things
because of what happened this afternoon. I want when, and if, we have sex
to be because it's the right thing at the right time for you."

Shelby smiled and said, "See this is why my first time has to be with
you. You care about me. I will admit that this afternoon did have something
to do with my wanting you tonight. It reminded me that there are assholes
out there who won't give a shit about me and will just be in it for
themselves. It also reminded me that the day after tomorrow we will be in
L.A. and this fairytale will be over. So, this is not only the right time,
it might be the only time."

"I see," Vance said. "Damn kid, you've put the pressure on an old man. I
hope I can live up to your expectations."

"First of all, you are not an old man. If I have to stop worrying that you
are spending too much on me, you have to stop worrying about age. Second,
you've already exceeded my expectations. You don't know how long I have
dreamed of someone who would care about me just as I am."

"Are you sure you are just eighteen? You talk like you're 40." Vance said
with a smile.

"I once had a teacher tell me she thought I was an old soul. I didn't
really now what that meant at the time, but I think she was right. I don't
know why I so instantly and completely trusted you. Maybe this isn't the
first time we've met."

Vance wasn't into the mystical, but somehow he couldn't shake that there
might be a bit of truth in what Shelby just said.

After dinner, the two went back to the room. Before leaving for the show,
Shelby had turned off all of the lights but one. He's also opened the
curtains to allow the lights of Vegas to fill the room with a soft, but
sensual, glow.

Shelby turned to Vance and said, "I know what I want, I just don't know how
to get there."

Vance gently kissed Shelby and said, "Let me show you."

Vance open his iPad and said, "Playlist 4." He then smiled at Shelby and,
as he pulled him in close, said, "I hope these songs aren't too hick
country for you." Shelby put his head on Vance's shoulder and the two began
to slowly sway to the music. Something about the mix of longing,
tenderness, and sorrow inherent in Country love songs seemed to describe
that moment for Vance and Shelby.

The third song on the playlist was Garth Brooks' `That Summer.' The song is
about the a young farm hand losing his virginity to an older woman. Vance
knew the song by heart and almost choked. With the change of a pronoun the
song could have been written for him and Shelby.

As Brooks sang, "We had a need to feel the thunder, To chase the lightnin'
from the sky," Vance began slowly removing Shelby's clothes. When the last
stitch of clothing was gone, Vance kissed Shelby and whispered you are
gorgeous, and even in the dim light Vance could just detect a blush.

Next Vance peeled off his own shirt, and Shelby couldn't resist reaching
out to touch him and run his fingers through the older man's chest
hair. Next Vance unbuckled his belt and let his pants slide to the
floor. Then Shelby dropped to his knees grabbed the waist band of Vance's
underwear, and said, "These are mine." Before pulling down the black boxers
briefs, Shelby deeply inhaled the musk trapped in Vance's pubic
hair. Before long, Vance was again trying to gain oral mastery of Vance's
cock. Undoubtedly Shelby was a quick study, but Vance was interested in
more than just a good blow job.

Vance reached down and put his hand beneath Shelby's pits and lifted him
onto the bed. Shelby was incredibly hard, and Vance wrapped his fingers
around the lad's tempting cock and began stroking it. Instantly a stream of
pre began flowing.  Several times Shelby was on the edge, but each time
Vance denied him.

"Please, please," Shelby said as he endured the edging, "Let my cum. Make
my cum. Fuck meeee."

Vance was merciful and finally rolled Shelby onto his stomach and spread
his ass so as to indulge in his dessert. Vance really enjoyed rimming, and
Shelby's ass was perfect. It wasn't long before Shelby was moaning and
muttering nonsense words.  Vance didn't limit himself to just his
tongue. For as dexterous as his tongue was, his fingers were could reach
the P-spot. The first time Vance touched Shelby's prostate, the kid
squealed with delight. "Yeah," Vance thought to himself, "My boy might just
lose his mind when it's a cock massaging his love nut."

Vance slid the index and middle fingers of both hands into Tyler and began
to open Shelby wide. It surprised him just how loose the kid was already,
he had obviously been practicing. However, Shelby's hole still need some
attention before it was ready. Vance applied lube, and when he was sure
Shelby was ready placed his beast at the entrance to Shelby's busy and
asked, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," Shelby yelled.

"Is this what you need?"

"YES!"

"Are you ready."

"Yes! Yes! Fucking yes ! Put it in me!"

Vance pushed forward, and though there was initial resistance, Shelby soon
relaxed and Vance was sliding deeper and deeper into bliss. Vance made sure
to pause momentarily for Shelby to adjust, but the guy was impatient and
urged Vance to keep pushing.

"Oh yeah!" Shelby said with big eyes and a grin. His sense of
accomplishment from taking a cock the size of Vance's as his first was
huge. Vance began slowly thrusting but soon his the speed picked up and
Shelby found a rhythm. For each thrust by Vance, Shelby responded by moving
his hips to push on Vance's plunging cock. It was like an echo returning
from the far rim of a canyon.

"Oh yesss! This is soooo amazing," Shelby hissed.

Both Vance and Shelby were covered in sweat and breathing hard. Vance knew
he would soon have to break, but he and his boy needed to cum first. Vance
took hold of Shelby's cock and began vigorously thrusting and at the same
time gave a few tugs. Almost instantly Shelby went off like a confetti
cannon with streamers of cum shooting in all directions. The spasms of
Shelby's hole around Vance's cock was all it took to push Vance over the
edge, and into his own mind bending orgasm.

Shelby was addicted, and twice more persuaded Vance to fuck him. In the end
both was spent, their reservoirs of cum and energy exhausted. Vance
collapsed on the bed and simply lay exhausted, while Shelby cuddled up next
to him.

"Fuck, we wreak of sweat and cum." Vance said with a chuckle.

"I will never forget tonight," Shelby said. "Thank you for being my first."

Vance kissed the boy's hair, and said, "Neither will I....neither will I."

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