Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2018 00:16:51 -0600 From: Carl Williams Subject: Lost Slot Boy Lost Slot Boy I was recently in Las Vegas for business. I planned on staying the weekend and play. I got up early on Saturday to have breakfast with my coworkers before they headed to the airport and home. Then I started my day with a little bit of slots and video poker. The casino was quiet and only a few other players were roaming around, three blackjack players were working hard, and a pit boss and roulette dealer were talking. I was going to cash out my slot ticket and head down the strip and get into a serious game. I was waiting for my money to spit out of the machine when a young guy approached me. He had just been standing there with a beer in his hand. He wished me a good morning and I could tell that he had been drinking quite a bit. He told me that he was so new to Las Vegas that he needed help. He said I looked like I could tell him where to start playing slots and how to make money. I replied that it was mostly luck. He said I must be pretty lucky. He was a nice looking kid. I say kid because he had to have been 21, maybe 22. He has a cute kid face with a lot of dark brown hair. I figured he hadn't shaved since college started a couple of months ago, he had about 6 or 7 odd little whiskers on his chin. His face also gave it away that he was drunk. Although he was really good looking. He stood about my height, just under 6 foot tall. Not too heavy at all. He had on a green nylon jacket, like a military jacket. His shirt was nice enough to party in while in Vegas. I thought about just walking off, and normally would have but I just wasn't in much of a hurry so we talked. It wasn't very long at all when he told me the situation was he was really in. He wasn't real sure what day it was but he thought it had been a couple of days since his friends lost him. He had been hanging out in the casinos. He'd get a dollar or two from people and sit at a machine and get a free bloody mary with extra olives so that he could have something to eat. I told him I knew about that strategy. He had also lost his phone. The only phone number he could remember was his father's phone and he wasn't ready to call him for help right then. He said he couldn't get enough money to go home or get anything real to eat. It was then that he leaned in close to me and said that he would give me a blowjob or anything else if I would give him some money that he could use to get home. I couldn't tell if I was just being hustled or if he was that desperate. He looked like he was about to cry, or fall down in a little ball on the floor. While I felt sorry for him, I just couldn't see myself doing that. I tried to encourage him and tell him things couldn't be that bad. At one point, I offered to go up to my room and get on the internet to look up his aunt's phone number so he could get some help and not have to deal with his father. The more he tried to talk me into doing whatever I wanted to do with him, the more I liked the idea. He was trying to keep it quiet and was whispering to me when he started leaning on me. That felt good. He wasn't stinking and I could tell with as close as he was. And he felt nice and warm as he leaned on me. And he sold me. I wasn't convinced that I could actually take advantage of this kid but was willing to help him out. As we got on the elevator, he put his hand on my back and started rubbing it as he told me I was so nice to help him out. Then I was thinking I was in so much trouble as we got off the elevator and started walking to my room and he moved his hand to my back pocket and started rubbing and squeezing like we were on a date. He was telling me that he would let me do anything that I wanted as I opened the door. We stepped in and he was funny as he looked around and admired what a nice Vegas room looked like. He even pointed out that I slept on the right side of the bed, since the sheets were all messed up on that side. I was just standing there, letting myself build up enough courage to actually do what I wanted with the kid. Then he asked if he could go take a shit. I thought it was odd that he would go in and lock the door behind him in the bathroom as we were supposedly about suck his naked dick. I stuffed my wallet and most of my money in the safe in the closet as he was grunting and groaning in the bathroom. I wanted to turn on the TV but thought that might be a little insulting. I stood at the window and looked out. I looked down on the Strip and wondered if his friends were really out there. There weren't many people walking the Strip, almost as many joggers as there were walkers. I thought out a plan. I was a little worried about getting sucked by him. Just something about being exposed to a stranger and being vulnerable. Having my dick, a very favorite part of my body, in between the teeth of somebody I didn't know, bothered me. I knew I would enjoy playing with his junk. I'd love to see and play with his dick and balls. He did say that he would do anything. A flush from the bathroom. The water running in the sink for a while. My heart jumped when I heard him fussing with the door lock. Then he came back into the room. He came over to me and stood in front of me. It led to a hug and some rubbing. I let my hands start playing with his butt. I was so impressed by the way his butt felt. Just enough to squeeze. Easy to grab and pull apart. As I lifted his butt, his junk pressed and rubbed against mine. We didn't kiss but our cheeks were rubbing against each other. And he said he wanted to suck my dick so bad! We kicked off our shoes and I peeled his jacket off of him. Out of his pockets fell some touristy type cards and such. That actually made me feel like he wasn't running a scam on me. It did make me want to take advantage of the kid. And I should start using his name, so that it doesn't make me sound like I was just abusing the kid. Craig also smelled pretty good. There was the scent of stale beer but also some expensive cologne, and definitely not that nasty AXE or other body spray. I was really liking the feel of his back thru his shirt. He wasn't an athlete but he had a nice body. I never realized how much I liked undressing somebody until then. I took my time unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his jeans. His naked chest was so nice looking. A few hairs were right in the middle of his chest. His nipples were dark and big. Several hairs were growing right around each nipple. The rest of him was white and smooth. He had a little bit of a belly that hung over his belt. It felt so smooth and soft. When I undid his jeans button, I jumped when it popped open. As I pulled the zipper down slowly, I felt his breathing on my shoulder. Underneath were light blue undies with dinosaurs on them. OMG they were cute! Then I started pulling his jeans down. That is when I got such a whiff of his junk. There was the scent of fresh and old cum. The scent that I remembered from playing with balls. His junk rubbed my face and he stepped out of his jeans. I spent a lot of time rubbing his butt and down his legs. And playing with his junk through his undies. He worked to get my shirt off. He was quick doing that. He really did enjoy playing with my nipples. I admit I have some nice manboobs and he was taking advantage of that. I don't even remember my pants coming off. I just realized that we were groping each other as we stood there in socks and undies. I backed him to the bed and laid him down. I moved my hands all over him for awhile, then I pulled his undies off. It was a little shocking to see that he was still limp. I got thinking that was a bummer that he wasn't really into it. If he wasn't hard now, he wasn't really enjoying it. I still took time to check him out. His dick was at least 6 inches long, even limp. The skin on his dick was so smooth and thick looking. No veins were bulging. He was cut and it was so obvious. His head was a picture perfect example. It had a big flare and narrowed so nicely at the tip. Underneath his head was a lot of skin. It just begged to be played with. He had trimmed his pubes. They were not cut short but they formed a nice even blanket above his dick. His balls had a lot less hair. I couldn't tell his he trimmed them tight or if they were just naturally hairless. They did hang low. Big balls in a long sack. Not to be nasty but as I started playing with his junk, I realized how unclean he was. My fingers would come up with shit after playing with his balls. I hadn't even ventured to playing with his hole. I had to clean him up and I ran to the bathroom to get a washcloth. He laid on the bed with his legs spread as I pulled up his balls and cleaned him off. I was thinking that it was a lot like changing a diaper and cleaning the boy up. When he was clean, and I let loose of his balls, he was boned up, all the way. That cleaning was doing the job of getting him horny. I really wanted to play with his junk. I wanted to stroke his boner and feel how hard it would get. I wanted to play with his long scrotum. I played with his ball, lifting them, squeezing them, rolling them around in my hands. I played with them in my hands. I put my face on them. I kissed his balls. I licked his dickhead. I never really sucked his dick, just kept playing with it. I got the hint when he started to jack himself that he needed to get off. I jacked him off for real. His hands were all over me as I stroked his dick. Then there were whines and moans and warnings of imminent cum. Then his cum started boiling out. He didn't shoot far, but he had plenty of volume. His cum covered the back of my hand and still kept cuming. Craig was breathing hard and anytime that I even touched his dick, he would jump. He laid back and tried to get his breathing to calm down and then I realized that he was sound asleep. I could keep playing with his dick and spread his cum over me and him. I played with him for quite awhile. I got some of his cum in my nose, I also tasted it. I kept playing with it until it dried all the way up. I kept feeling him up, balls, nipples, dick, hole, butt, whatever I could rub on. It was quite awhile later when Craig started moving again. When he woke up, it seemed like it was time for him to get going and for me to pay him for whatever we did. He was covered in cum. He smelled like he had just been fucked. We agreed that he needed to shower before he left. And we talked about him getting a ticket to go home. He needed a shower. He was in the shower, we were still talking. I was loving seeing him naked in the shower and I would have been happy to see that happen all the way. And that was then that he started begging me to come in the shower and join him. I wasn't really going to argue. We really enjoyed the shower. We both spent a lot of time with our finger rubbing on each other's butthole or pushing right in. I think we were both cleaner than we had been in years. I was finger fucking him when he turned in the shower and really started to beg for me to fuck him. I was fully boned up, just needed a little soap to make it slide in and I was deep inside of him. Oh and we were both feeling it. We made all the same noises! I really hate to say that I was so on the edge of cuming that I didn't las very long at all. I didn't slow down the humping but I started shooting all I had. I was feeling so great as I emptied by balls into him. I slipped out of him and my dick flopped limply in his crack. Our shower continued for a long time. We used the seat in the shower to recover. And then he started fingering my hole. He had me cleaned out and I was feeling clean and free. All of a sudden, I wasn't in charge. I was turned around and Craig bent me over. I could barely breath as I felt his boner pop into to my hole. I think I screamed a little as his dick head got into me. And I was shaking as I felt his boner push all the way into me. It was a little bit of him pushing to get every bit of dick in me, then it turned to humping in the shower. My mind was exploding with thinking about how I could be getting fucked. He sounded like a little boy as he started shooting in my ass. And I felt each and every shot. Not just the cum shooting into me but the way his dick would convulse with each shot. I had never had anybody play with the cum in my hole up until then. It made me shiver every time a finger went digging. We ended up in the bed afterwards. Then all of a sudden, I realized how late it was. We had spent most of the day in the shower or in the bed. I was pretty much out of cum. My butthole was twitching with all the fucking it had survived. I was really wanting to eat his balls. I couldn't resist. I gave Craig enough money to get him home. He promised to pay me back in the future. I wasn't sure how that was going to happen. But if we would could ever get together like that, I would pay him double.