Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2012 09:38:38 -0700 (PDT) From: s s Subject: What Happened in Vegas What Happened in Vegas This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and older men. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. This work is not permitted to be displayed or reproduced in any form, specifically on any website or internet site, except by specific permission of the author. Let me know what you think -- If you like my work and let me know, I'll be more likely to write more. You can contact me at subanalslut@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear from you and I will accept all valid comments and criticism. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Ben, and I just graduated from college. I enjoy looking back into the not-so-distant past to write about my experiences growing up... As much as growing up in New York City gave me every opportunity to turn myself into the cock addicted slut I am today, I didn't automatically behave myself when we went on vacations, either. When I was twelve, my parents decided to turn a convention my mom was going to in Las Vegas into a family trip, with my dad and I traveling out with her, and sightseeing on our own during the day while she was busy. It sounds pretty innocent, right? But you know me, even back then I could find dick anywhere. In fact, I even found it on my first day there. Since we flew out two days before the convention was going to start, my parents decided that the first full day we were there, we would sightsee as a family for a while, then my parents would take me back to the hotel so that they could have a 'date night', just the two of them. Little did they know that I would also have a 'date', if you wanted to call it that. Here's how it happened. We didn't get to our hotel and check in until almost dinnertime. After a day of traveling, nobody wanted to do anything, and being slightly jetlagged, we all went to bed kinda on the early side. Which is why I woke up at like six in the morning. After lying there for about ten boring minutes, I slipped out of bed and got dressed quietly, so as not to wake my parents. I could see myself reflected in the mirror over the desk as I pulled a tank top and some soccer shorts onto my slim, five-foot-three frame in the dim room, grabbed my sneakers, and went to go check out to hotels gym. There was a sign on the door saying that 'anyone under the age of sixteen must be accompanied by an adult', but I was so used to doing things I wasn't supposed to do at my age that I just ignored it and pushed the door open. It was a really nice facility, not super big, but with brand new equipment. And it was totally empty. I used the stationary bike for a bit, then moved on to the weights area. While I had been on the bike, only one other person had come in to use the gym. He was tan, with short, spiked up silvery-white hair and a solid muscular build. Probably in his fifties, about five foot ten inches tall, and around a hundred and seventy pounds. He was listening to music on his headphones, plugged into a new iPod. and wearing a black teeshirt with the sleeves cut off and some of the shortest running shorts I have ever seen. When I checked out the bulge in his crotch, it didn't look like he was wearing underwear, either. I couldn't help staring at him as I moved over to the weight training area and got myself some dumbbells. He sure noticed me watching him, but he didn't seem to mind at all. When I finished with my biceps an triceps, I started to set myself up fir bench presses (yeah, even through I could barely lift the bar, which almost weighed as much as I did. After all, I was on the swim team and had had the fastest 100 yard backstroke in my swim team last year). As I put my towel on the bench and sat down, he pulled off his headphones. "You really shouldn't be doing that without someone to spot you. You could hurt yourself." he told me. "Well, I figured I would just come down here early while my parents are still sleeping, so I'm ok with going solo." I told him. You can tell my independent streak is miles wide. "I would feel responsible if you hurt yourself since I'm the only adult around. Why don't I just spot you while you bench?" he offered. "Sure, why not? It's awful nice of you to offer!" I smiled as I looked over at him, liking what I was seeing. Definitely no underwear under those shorts of his. "I'm Mark, by the way." he told me. "Ben. Thanks for offering to spot me, Mark!" I lay back on the padded bench and he walked around to stand behind my head. If I tipped my head back just a bit, I could see his bulging shorts, and above that his muscular chest and arms swelling out of the cutout armholes of his shirt. Was that a nipple ring I saw? Also, I could smell the sweat from his workout. I felt my own dick stirring in my shorts. After my first set, he asked me if I wanted any pointers. I was curious, so I said sure. He leaned over me as I lay on the bench. "Make sure you are keeping your core muscles tight, especially here." he said as he ran his hand across my flat stomach. I giggled. "Ticklish?" he asked. "Nope, not at all." I told him. "That's good. Another thing is you want to make sure you don't lock your elbows when you have the weight up." he traced his fingers up from my stomach, across my chest to my arms. This time I didn't laugh at all, just lay there looking up at him. I thought I could see the bulge in his shorts growing a bit, too. I lifted a second set, breathing in his scent each time I inhaled. When I was resting again he put his hand back on my abs. "Let me feel you tighten your core." he said. I tensed my muscles and winked up at him. "Like this?" "Yeah, that's exactly right. Make sure you keep it like that while you are lifting." he told me, patting my stomach. After my last set of the bench presses, he suggested that I try some squats. He guided me through the correct form, his hands pushing my body into position. After I did my first set of those, I asked him how I was doing. "Not bad at all. You need to remember to keep your core tight and your hips aligned properly. If should feel like you are sticking your butt out a little." he said, giving me a playful smack on my ass. I tried another set. "That looks even better!" he told me. "Where are you feeling the muscles working?" "My legs, mostly." I told him. "Here?" he asked, leaning down and sliding his hand down my calf. "Not really that part." I told him. "Higher up.". He ran his hand up my leg and under my shorts until it was on my upper thigh, less than an inch from my hard-on, which was not even a semi anymore. "That's more like it." I told him, smiling innocently. "Can you do me a favor now Ben?" he asked me. "Sure, no problem. I probably shouldn't spot you, though." I told him. "No, that wouldn't work. The weights I'm lifting are heavier than you are! I just need you to hold my feet in place while I do some sit-ups." he told me. "No problem!" He walked over to the section of the room with a mat on the floor for stretching. When he lay down on his back, the legs of this shorts slipped down his legs and peeked open a little -- not enough to see anything, just enough to tease. I sat at his feet, holding them down to the mat as he started doing sit-ups. Each time he relaxed back down to the mat, his shorts seemed to gape open a little more. I couldn't take my eyes off of his crotch and the bulge that was snaking it's way down the leg of his shorts, seemingly ready to poke out at the slightest movement. A few more sit-ups would do it -- and it did. I looked at his cockhead poking down below the hem of his shorts. I gulped. It was as thick as it had looked bunched up in his shorts. He raised his head and looked down at me. "You can help me with that too, if you want, Ben." he said. I looked around to reassure myself there was still no one else around. The mat we were on was kinda tucked into the corner, and shielded behind a rack of dumbbells. I was pretty sure if someone came in, we would have enough time to be stretching innocently, side by side, before they were able to see us. I crawled up between his spread legs, nuzzling the head if his cock with my lips, making it harden and poke even further out if his shorts. He stroked my hair, then slid his hand down my back to my ass. He worked his fingers up the leg of my shorts again and pushed them up underneath my briefs, groping my butt. I responded by pulling the leg of his shorts even further open so I could lick his balls, which were shaved smooth and had a salty, sweaty tang. He stifled a groan as I gave his balls a tongue bath, sucking first one, then the other gently into my mouth. Then I went back to his cock, which leaking precum and begging for attention. So was mine, in my shorts, pressed up against the mat on the floor. I took the head of his cock between my lips, working the shaft with both my hands wrapped around it. With his fingers exploring my ass, brushing against my tight hole, I slid my mouth further down on his cock. I paused when it hit the back of my throat, then pushed further until my lips were stretched around the base of his cock, and I could feel his balls pressed against my chin. I did my best to imitate something I had seen in some porn online: I opened my mouth extra wide and stuck my tongue out so I could lick his balls wig his cock buried in my throat. "Whoa there Ben, I didn't realize I was dealing with an expert!" he said. "Come up for a breather, I want to enjoy your mouth with a little more privacy." I pulled his cock out on my mouth and took a few deep breaths. He stood up and tucked his cock up into the waistband of his shorts, which us about the only way it would have fit, hard. He pulled his shirt down a little in front to try and conceal the bulge. I did the same. "There is a sauna that no one ever uses right through that door." he said, pointing to the back of the gym at what looked like a storage closet. "I don't think most people even know it's there. And it will definitely be empty this early in the morning. Sound good?" "Sounds good to me!" I told him as I followed him over to the sauna. It was about the size of a very large walk in closet, or my bedroom back in New York City. The floor, walls, and ceiling were covered in planks of wood, which also formed a bench around three of the walls. He pulled off his shirt, giving me a chance to appreciate his smooth, muscular chest. His nipples, already on the bigger side, were pierced with thick rings. He pulled my tank top off as well, holding my body against his. I lifted my mouth up to suck on one of his nipples. He moaned and grabbed my ass with both hands through my shorts, squeezing. Then he slid his shorts down and sat back on one of the benches. I lay on my stomach on the bench next to him so that my head was basically in his lap, where we both wanted it. I didn't waste any time getting back to slurping on his thick cock. Now that I had a better chance to appreciate it, it was a beaut. Probably seven inches long, with a gentle curve and a nice thick shaft that got even thicker towards the base. His pubes were trimmed and shaped into a neat triangle above the base of his cock, and the same silver white as the hair on his head. His hands were running all over me as I sucked his cock. A hand on my head to set the rhythm, the other gliding down my back, then into my shorts, running a finger into the crack of my ass. He put his hand next to his cock, finger out for me to suck. Then it moved back to my ass, jamming the spit lubed finger into my tight little asshole, where it was soon joined by another. I groaned as I sucked his cock, loving the dual sensation as he fingered me and his cock pistoned smoothly in and out of my throat. I could feel spit coating my lips and dripping down his cock and balls. He didn't let up his grip on my head, keeping total control of the tempo of his cock in my mouth. When he did release my head and pull his fingers out of my butt, it was so he could half stand over me, kneeling on the bench with one knee. As I rolled over onto my back, his cock was right in my face. He was stroking it. "Get your cock out Ben, I want to see you cum when you swallow my load!" I pushed my shorts down, releasing my dick and grabbing it so I could jack myself off. He was pinching one of his own nipples with one hand, jerking off in my face with the other. I stuck my tongue out, licking the underside of his cock as it smacked across my face. "You ready for some cum Ben?" "Yes please! Feed it to me!" I could see his muscles tensing as he started to cum, and felt the first squirt splatter across my face. I opened my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out to try to catch as much of his load as possible in my mouth. It felt like he was totally coating my face with his load until I couldn't keep my eyes open. "Oh man, that's fucking beautiful Ben!" he told me as he scraped the cum out of my eyes with one of his fingers before pushing it between my lips for me to suck. I licked the cum off of it hungrily. He planted his knee next to my head and moved himself forward, lowering his ass onto my face. "I want you to cum while you eat my ass!" he ordered me, grabbing my nipples and twisting them as I tongues his ass and jacked off. Having my head buried in hiss butt was awesome, I couldn't see anything, and could barely hear, only smell and taste him. He tweaked my nipples harder, telling me "Get your tongue up my hole!" All this stimulus finally sent my balls into overdrive and I shot, hot lines of cum squirting up across my stomach. He lifted himself off of me, grabbing our clothes from where we had dropped (or thrown) them onto the floor. "I wish I was going to be here to do this again tomorrow morning, but I have to leave first thing." he told me as he wiped me down with his balled up shirt, before pulling his shorts back on and tucking the shirt into the waistband. "Well, what are you doing tonight?" I asked. "I'm going sightseeing with my family all day, but tonight my parents are going out on a 'date night', so I was just gonna be ordering room service and watching a movie till they get home.". I picked me shirt up off the floor and fixed the waistband of my shorts. "Well, I think coming up to my room will be more fun than that, don't you Ben?" "Absolutely. They should be leaving around six, and are going to see some show after dinner." "I'm in room 613, I will be waiting for you." he told me, squeezing my ass as he held the sauna door open for me. The gym was still empty as we made our way back through it to the elevators. When I got off on my floor, Mark said "See you tonight.", grabbing the crotch of his shorts and winking. My parents were just waking up when I got back to the room. The first thing I did was hop in the shower, to get rid if any traces of cum on my face or body. I have to say that Vegas didn't make much of an impression on me that day as we trooped from Madame Tussauds to the Adventuredome theme park -- I was too focused on looking forward to seeing Mark again that night. When we got back to the hotel, I put on my speedo and went to nap in the afternoon sun by the pool. My parents, always so cooperative (and always so cooperatively oblivious) were dressed and out to door by a quarter to six, telling me that they didn't expect to be home before midnight, so they would try not to wake me when they came in. I told them not to worry, thinking to myself that I should be in a fucked-out stupor by then anyway. I gave them about twenty minutes to forget something and turn back, and when they didn't, I slipped my room keycard into the pocket of my jeans and went up to the sixth floor. I may have just pulled on some jeans and a polo shirt, but when Mark opened the door to his room, I saw I was still overdressed. He was wearing one of the hotel bathrobes, tied very loosely around his waist and covering almost nothing. I slipped in and closed the door behind myself. The layout of the room was just like the one we were in two floors down -- same desk and tiny loveseat (the one in our room was folded out to make my bed), same standard hotel art on the walls, same almost view of the Vegas strip in the distance. That wasn't the view I cared about, though, with his bathrobe so close to coming untied and falling open. He sat on the loveseat, spreading his legs so I could see his big smooth balls settle and spread, his cock already starting to thicken and stir. "Isn't it a little uncomfortable in all those clothes, Ben?" he asked. "I figured I wouldn't be wearing them for long." I told him as I pulled my polo shirt up over my head. Nobody ever accused me if not being able to take a hint. "That's a step in the right direction!" he smiled. "I wanted to jerk off today thinking about how sexy you are, but I figured you would want me to save my load for you." "Totally right!" I laughed. "Can I take your picture, Ben?" he asked, picking up a digital camera from the side table. "Isn't that a little risky? For you to have pictures like that?" I asked. "A little. But I'm not going to be sharing it with anyone. It's just for me to remember you by." he told me. He turned on the camera and pointed it at me. "Can I take one?" "I guess so. I'm not the one in big trouble if anybody sees those.". He nodded and snapped the picture of me standing there, shirt off and jeans unbuttoned. I shrugged and finished unbuttoning my fly, pushing my pants and briefs down around my ankles so I could step out of them. "Much better. Your body is perfect, Ben, you must get a lot of guys who want to spot for you at the gym." "I don't go to the gym that much. Most of my exercise comes from being on the swim team." "A real swimmers build." he murmured. As he ran a hand down my chest to my crotch. "I bet this causes some resistance in the water, though." he joked, grabbing my cock and balls in his big hand. I felt like squirming as the sensation ran through my body. "Who's overdressed now?" I asked him, pulling on the belt of his bathrobe. He shrugged his shoulders out of the robes sleeves and stood up, leaving the robe lying on the couch. He pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down on my back. Then he climbed onto the bed on all fours and put his body over mine, his hardening erection dangling in my face. He pulled me legs up and under his arms, so they were pushed back towards my head. Then he leaned forward to my exposed asshole with his tongue extended. My hole was kinda spread open in that position so before long he was truly tongue fucking me, making my toes curl. I moaned softly around his cock, which had somehow worked it's way into my eager mouth (surprise, surprise). Once his cock was in my mouth, his knees held my head in place so I had no choice but to keep sucking. I could only moan around his cock as he worked on my ass with his tongue. My hole was twitching as he probed it, making it all slick with his spit. Then he added a finger, sliding it deep inside of me and quickly adding another. I really groaned when he added a third finger. It's a good thing his cock was muffling me at that point or else the people down the hall would probably have been able to hear me -- especially when he really started to finger me, twisting his hand as he worked it in and out of my ass! Once he had my asshole well lubed and stretched out, he shifted the weight of his body off of mine and let me catch my breath as his cock popped out of my mouth. He picked me up like my weight was nothing and carried me over to the loveseat, laying me down so my back was against the seat cushion and my hips were propped up on the arm, so my ass was in the air and my legs were back towards my head. "Grab your butt cheeks and spread them for me, so I can see your tight little hole!" he told me, grabbing his camera again. I did as I was told, pulling apart my ass cheeks so he could get a good shot of my asshole, shiny with his saliva and begging to be fucked. He took a shot of his fingers shoved up my ass, then another of me sucking on them as he pushed them into my mouth. Just when I couldn't wait anymore, he put the camera down and started to rub the tip of his cock along my ass, teasing my hole with it. He cleared his throat and spit, smearing it across his cock and my waiting ass. With that, he wedged the head of his cock up my ass and let the weight of his body do the work, driving it deeper into my as a bit my lip and moaned. I loved the feeling of my ass stretching around his big, meaty adult cock. He seemed to be enjoying it too. With his dick buried in my ass, he grabbed my shoulders and, pinning me down to the cushions, started to really fuck me. I could hear his hips smacking into my butt as he pounded my ass, driving his cock into me to the base. He stuck his fingers in my mouth for me to suck on again as he fucked me, probably to muffle my moaning a little bit. I don't know why, but sucking on his fingers like that while he fucked me was driving me crazy! I was bucking my hips as he pounded my ass, pushing back to meet every stroke! The hand that wasn't busy at my mouth was roving over my chest, playing with my nipples, sometimes giving one of them a sharp twist that would make me groan. Then he grabbed the camera again, taking a picture of his big dick wedged into my little ass. "That's fucking hot!" he said, taking another picture without losing a beat fucking me. He started to take longer strokes, pulling back so his cock popped right out before slamming it back into my open hole. I could feel my whole body shudder when he did that. I could see sweat dripping down his face and muscular chest as he pounded my ass. His cock was hitting all the right places inside of me with every stroke, and I could tell that if I just touched my dick I wouldn't be able to keep myself from coming. As if he could read my mind, he spit into his hand and wrapped it around my dick. My back arched and I moaned as this pushed me over the edge and I shot another load, spraying hot cum down across my stomach, drips running across my chest and neck. "Fuck yeah, your asshole just got even tighter!" he muttered to me as he kept a grip on my spasming dick and started pounding my ass even harder. "Are you ready for me to cum, Ben? You want my load in your ass?" "Uhhhh yes please!" "Get ready to take it then, cause here it comes!" He pushed me down into the cushions as he threw all his weight into his dick, burying it inside of me and holding it there, bucking his hips and groaning as he pumped me full of his seed. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, and I could see his whole body flexing as he came. When he finally pulled his cock out of me, I could hear the suction from my tight hole pop as the head came out. He didn't waste any time before grabbing the camera again. "Push the load out of your ass for me!" he ordered. I grabbed the cheeks of my ass and tried to bear down, feeling how stretched and sore the muscles of my ass were after such a hard pounding. Soon I could feel the hot drips of cum oozing out of my ass and running down my back as he took some more pictures. He scooped some of the cum that was dripping out of my well-fucked ass onto his fingers, pushing them into my mouth again. After I had sucked his fingers clean, he sat himself down on the loveseat and I squirmed myself around so my head was in his lap and I could suck the cum off of his softening cock too. He pulled me into his lap and showed me the pictures he had taken of us on his digital camera. There I was, looking shy and unbuttoning my jeans, then his big hand grabbing my dick after I had kicked off my underwear. Me, laying back on the loveseat with my legs in the air and a smile on my face as the camera focused on my tight lubed up asshole. Then another showing his thick fingers shoved into me, soon to be replaced by his cock. My favorite was the picture of him fucking me -- his cock was buried in my stretched out hole and my head was thrown to the side as I bit my lip. I think his favorite was the 'after' picture of my ass, not looking quite so tight anymore, with my pink, slightly swollen looking hole oozing cum. "Just remember, you promised not to show these pictures to anybody!" I told him. "Don't worry, Ben. You know what they say about what happens in Vegas."