Warning:  The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, or if reading this sort of material is illegal in your jurisdiction, then read no further. This multipart story is primarily about romance and relationships between men. Any reference to actual persons, living or dead, is only to enhance the fictional nature of the story and does not suggest a particular sexual orientation.    

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The sheets and blanket were twisted and lying on the floor. In the center of the bed, two nude young men were sleeping and breathing deeply as one naturally rested his groin into the asscrack of the other. Two bodies were glued as one. Their skin was a little flushed and slightly glistened with sweat.

Drew groggily opened one eye and looked at the bedside clock. It indicated 7:33 a.m. He then became aware of his bed companion. It was hard to miss, after becoming more awake, the feel of a hard cock parked against his recently used back door. Even harder to miss was the strong arm wrapped around his chest. Drew smiled when he mentally replayed last night's activities with Bob.

He was also aware that he had a raging morning woodie and an intense urge to take a leak. Big time. He slowly removed the visitor's arm and eased out of bed. Turning, he marveled at the body from which he had just become untangled. Just muscular enough without being obvious. He scratched his head and padded to the bathroom. Being careful not to whiz on the floor, he let go as he leaned into the wall and directed his hard, aching cock to accurately discharge.

Halfway through his mission, Drew felt a hand on his buns. "Morning, Bob. You need to get in here and pee?"

"If you don't mind sharing, buddy." Drew moved around the bowl a little to allow his guest access. Immediately, Bob let out a power-piss. "Ahhh, is there anything better than a good piss in the morning?" Bob said.

"Well, as I recall from last night, we did things in bed with each other that are helluva lot better than peeing," Drew remarked with a smile as he shook a few remaining drops off his now manageable dick. "Do you remember the other half of our agreement?" He smiled, thinking where that hard, red cock attached to his 'pee pal' had been last night.

"I do recall," Bob said as he manipulated his cock like a tube of toothpaste to get the last dribble out. "And I'm a man of my word. But first I'd love a swig of mouthwash." His smile to Drew literally lit up the room.

"My thoughts exactly." Drew reached under the counter and grabbed a bottle of Listerine. He screwed off the cap and took a swig before handing the bottle to Bob. They gargled and spit in unison. "And, if you don't mind, let's hop in the shower for a fast wash down. I'd like to start fresh." Without waiting for an answer, Drew turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. The tub shower was large enough for two adults with minimum leeway to get reasonably clean while exploring each other's body.

"Yeah, I guess we are a little crusty," Bob said with a chuckle. "You first, Mr. Host."

"Follow me, stud, and let me soap you down," said Drew as he climbed into the tub. After the two men were in place, Drew closed the shower curtain and started lathering up Bob. "Turn your back to me." Bob followed instructions and Drew started washing his friend's body with a bar of soap. Drew stood behind Bob, his dick touching Bob's ass while he washed the firm chest and abs of his friend. Slowly he lowered his hands to Bob's groomed pubic area.

"Oh, yeah, that got a lot of use last night," moaned Bob when his penis started being manipulated along with his ball sac. His wood was returning.

"Well, this is going to get a lot of use this morning," Drew said as he started massaging Bob's puckered asshole. Bob playfully moved his butt back and forth before backing into his friend's finger. Drew slowly eased in one finger and explored for the love nut. Bob squirmed when Drew was successful.

"Oh, fuck, Drew. You got me going."

"How about you washing me down? I'm ready to get back into bed, champ."

"You got it, brother." Over the next five minutes, the guys washed, rinsed and dried each other before padding back to the bed refreshed and butt naked. They both lay down with Drew draping his body over Bob's chest and thigh. Drew's knee purposefully poked at Bob's exposed crotch.

"I think I had a boner all evening behind the counter thinking about this, Bob. This is definitely not a one-time thing." Drew cupped his guest's nuts as he scooted up to kiss Bob everywhere on his handsome face.

"Ummm...I like...oh..." Bob loved the gentle attention his bedmate was offering. He felt his balls rolling in Drew's hands as a tongue started probing for entry into his mouth. Bob readily opened up and met the invading tongue with his. After Drew finished the passionate exchange of tongue and saliva, he moved down to nibble on Bob's nipples as his hand moved up to Bob's hard, dripping cock. "I'm definitely in good hands," he added with a smile as Drew started a slow jacking motion.

"Relax, buddy. Let me show you how much I enjoy being with you." Drew moved his body and continued downward, licking the chest hair, navel and treasure trail. He arrived at Bob's hard member, kissed the glans, moistened a finger and moved it down beyond the nut sac and hard perineum to the puckered target. Slowly, Drew's finger started massaging the perimeter of Bob's hole while he took a willing cock into his mouth. The experienced tongue twirled around the leaking urethra before Drew took the entire cock to the back of his throat, causing his nose to land in a patch of pubes. Drew inhaled deeply.

"Easy, Drew. I don't want to blow my load yet." Bob felt the finger go deep into his anus as Drew released his dick.

"I'm going to get some lube and a condom. I want us to both enjoy this." Drew rose on his knees and retrieved a condom he had pre-opened and some AstroGlide. Bob smiled as his friend rolled down the protection, poured lube on his fingers first, and then his latex-encased cock.

"Babe, just go a little slow at first. I haven't done this for a while." Drew nodded and winked at Bob's statement as he reached down and reinserted a finger up the waiting chute. Drew massaged the anus to a relaxed state. He looked at Bob's contented expression and added another digit for a more aggressive finger-fuck, while expanding the sphincter muscle. Finally, he added a third finger. Drew had found the nut and purposely hit the prostate occasionally. That action caused Bob to moan and squirm with delight.

"I'm ready," he huskily said to Drew. Drew leaned down and kissed him before firmly moving Bob's legs up. Bob willingly grabbed his legs behind the kneecaps and gave Drew access to his love cavity.

As Drew eased forward, Bob used his free hand to guide in the hot, hard cock. Drew rested, for a moment, once he had moved past the initial muscle ring. "I'm going further very slowly. Don't be afraid to say 'stop' if I'm hurting you." He eased in another inch and waited for a response. Bob nodded affirmatively and Drew sunk the remainder of his hard six inches into an inviting ass.

"This feels so good and so right. Drew, let's get it on," Bob said with a determined look. Beads of perspiration were forming on his forehead and upper lip as Drew withdrew almost to the edge and started long-dicking his friend in slow, deliberate movements. "Ahhh...shit...mother fucker," uttered Bob as Drew sped up the delivery. He was intent on offering a variety of strokes as he started short jabs when he was deep in the channel, using different angles to stimulate the prostate. It was important that he give his guest pleasure.

"You like that, brother? You like my cock up your hole...ohhh, beautiful cocksucker...urghh," Drew yelled lovingly as he started slamming into this hot man below him.

"Yes...yes...yes, oh," was all that Bob could say as he was drilled.

" fucker...I'm getting there...are you..."

"Shit man, I'm so ready to bust...ohhh..." was all he could say as his cock erupted with an initial powerful volley of cum up his chest. Tightening his ass muscle was all it took to send Drew over the edge.

"Buddy, I'm there...oh shit...cummmming." Drew shouted as he aggressively shot his load into the condom. Bob could feel Drew's dick expand and blast away into the tip of his protection. He continued to move in and out with less drive as the piston slowly wound down. Finally, Drew parked his still-hard dick deep inside and leaned down to lick up a generous amount of cum. Gently, Drew lay his sweaty body over Bob's cum-covered chest and brought his lips to Bob's willing mouth. He tenderly offered a jizz-flavored kiss.

"Oh, Drew. This is indeed the breakfast of champions. I could get used to this," he said with a contented smile as he received the combination of his cum and saliva. "Can I take you home with me?" he said with a chuckle.

"No, L.A.'s out of the picture. But you certainly have Las Vegas in your future. I'd like to get you know you better, Bob. If you get an offer to work for Nero's, I hope you take it." Feeling his cock now back in sleep mode, Drew reached down and withdrew his dick and the spent latex. He carefully removed it, and, after tying a knot at the end, temporarily disposed of it on the floor. Drew moved around and positioned his body at Bob's side. A faint scent of the recent intimacy filled their nostrils for a second and then dissipated.

"I'm back here in 10 days for the interviews. You suppose we could hook up again when I return?" Bob turned and propped his head up with his hand and arm.

"You're back in town, what, Wednesday after next?" Drew shifted and almost mirrored Bob's position so they were facing each other.

"Fly in early that day. I have an initial interview at 10:00 a.m. with H.R. and a lunch interview with the marketing VP at noon. I'm supposed to take a battery of tests that afternoon and be available the next morning at ten for a final interview."

"That sounds like you're a serious candidate. I hope you make it, Bob. Not only is it a good training position, it'll get you into this town and closer to me. If you want, I'd like to get to know you better."

"Yeah, I want. Drew, we've only known each other for just over a day but I feel that I can trust you. I do want to know you better...and you to know me." Bob leaned in for a reassuring kiss. Drew met him half way in a display of growing friendship. Their lips came in contact, causing them both to moan.

After pulling away, Drew asked, "Um, it's around 9:00 a.m. You mentioned something about having brunch with Trish and Al?"

"Yeah, I think we're supposed to meet up late morning. We're going across the street to the Bellagio for the buffet brunch at noon."

"That's a terrific food layout. Kinda expensive, but fantastic."

"Why don't you join us, Drew? The brunch is just to officially announce to the brother that his sister is engaged."

"Naw. I'd be in the way of a family event."

"Bull. I know Trish and Al would love to see you again. And I would like to let them know that you've become a friend," Bob said, staring deeply into Drew's eyes.

"Are you out to your sister and Al? I mean, am I going to cause some sort of big pregnant pause when I arrive with you?"

"Sis has known forever. Well, forever being four years ago. Al and I had a 'come to Jesus' meeting this spring when it was pretty obvious that we'd be brothers-in-law. I guess after all the shit we'd done together as fraternity brothers and roommates, he figured that I was cool. It's now routine when we go over to the Century City mall for him to point out some cute guy he could see me with," he said with a laugh.

"Bob, I'd love to join you guys. I just don't want it to become a variation of guess who brought the fag to dinner?" Both men snickered.

"Not goin' to happen. When we get back to the hotel, I'll call Al and make sure he's okay with an extra guest. From the way we all got on together Friday night, I suspect he'll welcome you with open arms."

"Bob, with you and me getting to know each other better, I don't need his 'open arms'. Just an accepting guy." Drew ruffled Bob's hair, lunged forward and gave him a big raspberry on his pecs.

"I gotta get you for that," he said as he put his arms around Drew and pulled them close into a bear hug. As they rolled around, his grip became stronger. Drew was now on his back, squirming to get loose. Bob, in confident control, started tickling his friend in the armpits while holding him down.

"Oh, fuck," Drew, yelled with uncontrollable laughs. "Ya got me, guy. I give up." Bob stopped the tickling and lay on top of Drew. They were both breathing heavily as they came down from the physical outburst. Bob slid to one side so the weight of his body would not be crushing. He came up for air and immediately found Drew's lips.

"Buddy, I am having fun. I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"Bob, it's fun being silly again. As adults, we really don't have much opportunity. I'm pretty resilient. Whaduya think about getting some coffee and a nosh to carry us over to brunch."

"Yeah, I could use a little java and a bite of something...other than your gorgeous buns." They both grinned at the remark.

"Why don't you take another shower while I go out to Starbuck's for two coffees and muffins. The paper is at the front door. When I return, I'll get cleaned up. I figure that we'll get back to the hotel around 10:30 a.m. but I'd feel better if you called Al from here and got his okay about me joining the group."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll be squeaky clean when you get back."

Drew put on some casual shorts and a tee, plus a cap to hide the bed head. He marveled at the past 36 hours and the new man who had come into his life. He grabbed the 'Sunday Review-Journal' from the steps and tossed it on the couch as he left. Driving to Starbuck's, five blocks away, gave him time to inventory what was happening in his life.

'This was definitely not just a weekend fuck,' he thought, while waiting in the car lane for his order. From what he could tell, Bob was an intelligent, nice guy without any emotional baggage other than the normal shit. And this hot-looking guy certainly knew how to enjoy sex. Drew smiled as he paid for the coffees and muffins at the window. He carefully set the take-out box in the car floor and returned home.


Bob went up to his room to change into fresh clothes when they returned to the hotel. Drew took the opportunity to review the completed VIP requests on the computer in his office. He was satisfied that the Dysons took off in the SUV promptly at ten. From habit, he called the Bellagio Buffet room and confirmed the reservations with the Maitre d'. They had been classmates at UNLV and were still friends. In Las Vegas, one hand washed the other. Drew had important professional contacts in all the major hotel casinos.

He swung by room service and picked up a requisitioned bottle of Cristal and four champagne glasses and arrived at the suite around eleven. When Al opened the door, Drew announced, "I think that we have time for some celebratory bubbles." Al was casually dressed in a silk shirt and linen trousers.

"Drew, how sweet of you," said Trish as she came over and kissed him on the cheek as he entered. Several bracelets and a huge engagement ring offset the understated, sleeveless chiffon blouse, low-cut jeans and heels.
"Hey bro, let me take the glasses out of your hands." Al placed the four flutes on the coffee table and returned. "Thanks for everything," Al concluded as he slipped Drew the fraternity handshake and pulled him in for a brotherly hug. "I'm really glad that you could join us for brunch."

"Me, too. I figure that official congratulations are in order. Is Bob here yet?"

"Just called. He's on his way up," Al replied.

"Then, I'll open the champagne." Drew removed the foil and wire cage.

"You must have really entertained my brother since we saw you Friday night. I haven't heard him so animated in a long time," she said with a grin.

"We really enjoyed ourselves. It almost seems like we've known each other for a long time," Drew replied as the doorbell rang.

"Speak of the devil," Al said, opening the door. "Morning, Bob." Al and Bob smiled at each other with a radiant glow. He noticed that Bob and Drew both wore khakis and polo shirts. "My god, you two have only known each other since Friday and you're already coordinating your wardrobes? I think my old friend got a little last night." Al winked and slapped Bob on the back.

"Actually, a lot is more like it," Bob replied as they moved into the living room of the suite.

"Wanna tell your sister all about it?" Trish teased.

"I'm not goin' to kiss 'n' tell. My lips are sealed," he said with a big shit eating grin.

"Well, brother, since the guilty party is probably in this room, I won't push any further for details," Trish concluded. Drew's face blushed as Al and Trish started laughing.

"I figured that it was my duty to look after a Sig Alph brother," Drew replied with a bashful smile.

"I'm not going to ask you to define 'look after', brother Drew," Al answered with a grin. "But if something happens, I approve."

The cork popped and Drew tried to save face by announcing, "I'll pour the bubbly." After the four glasses were topped off and each had one in hand, he continued, "Here's to Trish and Al. To many years of happiness."

"Hear, hear," said Bob.

"And here's to a new friendship that is developing between Drew and myself," offered Bob.

"I'll drink to that, guys," Al said with an intense, positive look at Bob.

"Ditto. Bob, Drew, I think you two are cute together," added Trish. This time, both guys turned crimson.

"Baby steps, Sis. Baby steps."

For the next half hour the conversation centered on Al and Trish. They knew what the two single fraternity brothers had been up to. But they were aware that it was best to not joke about this fragile beginning of a special male friendship.

"Guys, I took the liberty to have a limo meet us at the front. It's only across the street. But, on this occasion, a special arrival is in order."

"You are a class act, Drew," said Al. "Let's go down to our coach before the horses turn into mice and the carriage reverts to a pumpkin." Al appreciated Drew's thoughtfulness.

Drew said, "Basically, it's a classic, vintage, stretch Rolls. The only one in Vegas."

"Sounds like pure decadence," said Bob. "I love it. Tomorrow I'll be driving my '99 Tercel."

"Then we better go down before the Rolls disappears." They drank the last of the champagne and left the suite.

As the dark blue Rolls arrived at the front entrance of the Bellagio, few of the crowd could keep their eyes off this beautiful, regal automobile with 'NERO' embossed on the license plates, nor the four handsome, young passengers disembarking from the rear door.

Although now owned by the MGM Grand, the Bellagio projected a unique one-of-a-kind quality with the handcrafted, Tiffany-style glass ceiling, meticulously groomed garden, chandeliers of hand-blown Italian glass and acres upon acres of marble. Drew had reserved a corner round table. The Maitre d' was looking after his friend and the party.

"Hey, Drew. Good to see you again. I've got your favorite table ready," 'Rudolpho' said as he greeted everyone. Drew smiled at the formal name on the Maitre d' badge and introduced the group. While the man's dark good looks lent an air of Italian ethnicity, Drew had known him as Rudy Hauser for several years.

"Thanks, Rudy. Al and Trish just announced their engagement. Bob and I are just chaperoning," Drew said with a wink.

The group made several trips to the buffet tables and grazed on a selection of salads, pates, eggs benedict, smoked salmon, sturgeon, caviar, lobster, filet mignon, breast of duck, poached halibut, crab cakes and every dessert creation that Bellagio's talented Swiss pastry chef could concoct. Another bottle of Cristal appeared and was consumed. Bob looked around the table and felt very satisfied about the weekend. 'Wow,' he considered, 'Drew doesn't miss a detail. I definitely want to know him better.'

Once coffee was poured, Drew asked to make a few comments. "Guys, I'm very happy for the two of you. You'll make a terrific couple. I'm also happy that I've made new friends with all of you. I hope that our friendships continue to build."

"Drew, you've made Trish and me very happy with your thoughtful gestures. They haven't gone unnoticed. And while we were joking up in the suite, Trish and I both noticed that there is definitely a friendship growing between you and Bob. Whatever happens, we're behind you."

"Hey, bro. Thanks," said Bob with a satisfied grin.

"Bob and I plan on getting together when he returns next week for the job interview."

"Go, Bob," Trish said with a giggle.

"Now, troops, I've got to get to work and I understand that you're checking out for the drive back to L.A.?"

"Yep. The holiday traffic tomorrow on the 15 will be crazy. It's 2:00 p.m. now. If we get on the road by three, we'll be back in L.A. by eight, tops," Al stated.

"Then we better get going. The carriage has turned into a pumpkin. I figure that the short walk will do us good," said Drew.

"I'll get the check, then," Al replied, looking for the waiter.

"It's all taken care of, Al. Please allow me to officially use my business account. When I'm in L.A., you can be the host," Drew replied as he put his arm around Al's shoulders.

"This wasn't expected but thanks, brother Drew. I'll at least leave a tip." Al laid out a couple of twenties on the table and slipped the Maitre d' another Andrew Jackson as the group left the restaurant. While strolling across the pedestrian bridge to Nero's as a couple, Bob and Drew made plans for next week.