Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2005 17:34:09 -0700
From: wadewrightaz@yahoo.com
Subject: The Vegas Thing    Chpt One       Male/Gay    Beginnings/Encounters

			      The Vegas Thing

	      Chapter One:  Now that didn't hurt now, did it?

			      By: Wade Wright

	"Hey Mike, Jim, thanks for coming in men.  Hey, guys, here's the
deal.  I got a call from one of the guys in the Owners/Managers group that
I belong to.  He told me that there is a hotel in Vegas that is being
remodeled and they are not getting it all done in time for the Electronics
Convention.  It's an eight story hotel with about 300 rooms in it.  The
owners of the hotel have made a deal with our mangers group to rent out the
rooms under a very particular, and peculiar arrangement."
	As Mike and Jim sat there, they were hearing some very interesting
information, from Mr. Stoneburn, the store owner, about hotel rooms for the
upcoming Electronics convention in Las Vegas.
	Mr. Stoneburn continued, "First, very cheap rates for the
convention!  They would just like to get the room staff back to working as
soon as possible, and they figure that if they make this special deal, then
they will be able to put them back to work and pay them.  Now the people
that do stay there will have to sign an agreement, stating that they
understand the hotel is not fully functional.  There is no cafeteria nor
food service, there is no athletic club nor health facilities, they may
have to step around workers and tools, there is no phone system up and
running yet, but they figure since most everybody uses cell phones today,
that should not be a problem.  They can not guarantee how many people will
be in a room.  It's going to be kind of like summer camp.  You take what
you get.  It may be a room with two twins beds, it might be a room with one
double bed, or it might be a room with two double beds.  If you guys decide
that you want to go to the convention and use this place, we don't know
what your rooming arrangements will be for sure.  We won't know until you
get there.  You might have a room to yourselves, and then you might have
two other guys in the same room.  The bathrooms are fully functional, the
towels and sheets and all that type of stuff is there and will be provided,
but no room service, nor mini bars in the rooms yet, no wake up call
service, and although there definitely will be beds and dressers, some
rooms may yet be lacking some side furniture such as side chairs.  Some of
the public spaces, like the hallways will not be painted or finished yet.
The hotel is not open for reservations.  If a person tries to make a room
reservation, the hotel is still closed.  One of the owners knows one of the
electronics convention guys, and he's doing this in an attempt to help get
some of his people back to work sooner, and he's also doing this to give
some people, that might not be able to attend the convention, a real cheap
room rate so they can attend."
	"Both of you guy are young and I figure you two can kind of go with
the flow,---so to say, ---if you are interested.  I don't think I would
have suggested this to some older guys that expect everything to be given
to them on a silver platter.  Now, if you guys are interested in this deal,
I'll pay for the room and the flight tickets, but everything else, food and
all the other expenses are on your own.  Are you interested?"
	Mike looked over at Jim, then back at Mr. Stoneburn and immediately
said, "Yes!  Yes I'm interested!"
	Then looking at Jim, Mike continued with, "Jim, you game man?  You
interested?"
	Mr. Stoneburn interrupted.  "Hey wait a minute guys!  Wait a
minute!  I forgot one rather important point that I should have pointed
out!  I can only do this if both of you guys are interested.  See, I have
to sign up and pay for two guys minimum, since each room takes at least two
guys.  If one of you is not interested, then I have to apologize and pull
the offer back.  I'm sorry, I have to pay for at least two people or more."
	"Hey not a problem men!"  Jim quickly replied.  "I'm sorry I didn't
answer a little quicker.  Yea-Yes, I'm definitely interested.  I've wanted
to go to the electronic convention for years now, but I've never been able
to afford the room rates, so yes,--I'm definitely interested!  Sounds like
a hell of a good deal to me!"
	"Great men!  I'll call Sam, the guy that called me about this and
tell him I've got two guys set to go.  He'll need to fax me the statements
that you guys need to sign, to state that you both understand the
particular situation associated here.  As soon as I get them, I'll have you
guys come back in and sign them so we can get them turned back in.  OK?"
	"Yea definitely!"  Mike and Jim both expressed as they each got up
and thanked Mr. Stoneburn again for doing this for them.
	As they left Mr. Stoneburn's office, Mike excitedly looked at Jim
and said, "Man this is great!  Jim, I have always wanted to go to the
convention but man, I can't afford those room rates that week!  Man this is
great!  Are you as excited about this as I am?"
	"Yea I guess I am, Mike, but you've got to remember, for you it's
just you, and for me,--well this is going to be kind of a surprise to Jenny
when I go home and tell her I'm going to the convention for four or five
days, and we never even talked about the possibility of me doing that."
	"Oh Jim, you don't think she'll be upset do you?  She'll be glad
you can do this,--- right?" "Yea, I'm sure it will be OK.  Just kind of a
surprise though.  Well hell man, right now it's a surprise to me too."
	"Uh Jim, ---Mr. Stoneburn,--he did tell us that we MIGHT be in a
room that only has one double bed, or maybe a room that has two double
beds, but then two other guys too.  If we do end up in a situation where
you and I have to sleep in the same bed, is that OK with you?  Is that a
problem?"
	As Jim jokingly stepped back, took a full length look up and down
Mike, he then laughingly replied, "I don't think so man, I really don't
think that will be tooooo much of a problem!"
	"Well shit man, I'm not that fucking ugly am I?"  Mike laughed, in
response.
	"No you ain't that fucking ugly, but unless you are one hell of a
good cross-dresser, you sure don't have the equipment that would create a
problem for me, being in bed with it!"
	Mike and Jim were co-workers, salesmen really, in an upper-scale
"novelty shop" that catered to men that needed to own the latest of
whatever was on the market for the men that had way too many big boy toys!
The store did not have cars, but just about any other type of
"prestige,--I've got it and you don't," --type of electronic or office type
of item.
	Mike, of course, was still a single guy.  Aged 26, former
"all-round" school athlete since the school was small enough to where the
"good" athletes played all of the sports, ---whichever sport was in season,
so to say.  His body definitely did ring athlete!  And his face rang
handsome, definitely handsome!  Some of the "store talk" had always been,
behind the cupboards talk that is, that Mike was still single since he was
so damn well built and so damn handsome, that he intimidated the gals.
Then, of course, some others just felt that since he seemed to have so much
going for him, that he was just plain happy "playing the field".
	Jim was 29, married to Jenny, and had one son by the name of Jimmy
Jr.  Jim's appearance was much more to the normal side of the scale.  Five
foot eleven, about 175 or 180 pounds and looked much more like he could
have been more of a swimmer in his younger years.  Nice looking guy, just
nothing that somebody from across the room would make a fuss over.
	Mike and Jim were the more experienced salesmen in the store.  The
other five sales individuals were all hired within the last year and a
half, and since Mike and Jim had been there since the day Mr. Stoneburn
opened the store, four years earlier, it was not out of reason that they
got the trip to the convention.
	The three weeks of looking forward to the convention trip went by
quite quickly and with much anticipation.  Jenny had no problem with Jim
going, and she actually acted much more excited about it than he did, since
she simply knew that his going was going to make him that much more
successful in the store.  Since Mr. Stoneburn, Mike and Jim were all going
to be gone for four or five days, the store limited its normal open hours
with the explanation that the three would be attending the electronics
convention.  This definitely was to the approval of their store customers,
since the store customers definitely felt that with the three men being in
attendance, they would be made immediately aware of any and all new
"electronic toys" that had just hit the market.

	Checking into the "hotel" was a rather unusual and different
experience.  Mr. Stoneburn's explanation of this being like summer camp was
pretty much on the mark.  There was no front check-in counter.  As they
approached the front door, a man standing there asked them if they had
"papers".  Understanding that he meant the page they had been issued after
their signed statement of understanding this was not a fully functioning
hotel, he then checked a list, and told them they would use room 410.
	"Oh guys!  They are working OK today.  But while you are here, the
elevators may not always be working.  If you hit the button, and the light
does not come on, it's stairs time, OK?"
	Jim looked at Mike, Mike returned the glance, both smiled and Jim
replied.  "OK, yea OK!"
	Then looking at Jim, he added, "My god!  Thank goodness, room 410,
not 810!"
	"Yea-right-but-------"
	"But what?"  Mike asked as Jim did not finish his statement.
	With a very big grin on his face, Jim looked at Mike and in a very
jokingly manner replied, "Yea but,---I saw you in those Speedos last summer
at the company swim party, and eight flights of stairs wouldn't hurt that
tight ass of your at all anymore.  Mike, you ain't running the stairs like
you used to, are you?"
	"Shit man!  Shit!  You trying to tell me my butt is getting fat or
something?  Is that what you are telling me?"
	"No not fat, not fat!  Just not as hard rock solid as it was when
we first met.  That's all I'm saying!"
	"Jim what in the hell are you saying man?  What are you saying?
Why in the hell would you know what my ass looked like when we first met?"
	"Mike-face it man!  When you came to town, I'm fucking surprised
your face wasn't pictured on the front page of the newspaper.  You were,
well still are, the hottest thing walking around, and I and everybody else
checked you out as much as we could.  Yes man, hell yes, I checked you out
at that first swim party we were at together.  Me and every other fucking
person there did.  Mike, then, your ass looked like two boulders stuck
under those trunks.  All I'm saying is,-----Mike my man, your ass is more
like a normal person's ass now.  That's all, I'm just glad you are finally
becoming one of us, one of the normal people!"
	"Shit man, shit!  Jim, are you fucking with me man?  You fucking
with my head or something man?  I'm no different than anybody else.  I'm
just me!"
	"I know, I know!  Let's face it Mike.  You have got the body of
death on you, and I have been jealous of it ever since we met.  So of
course I'm anxious for you to loose some of your "athletic body".  Mike, I
didn't mean anything by what I said.  I just noticed that your ass is not
as tight and as solid on you as it used to be, and hey-hell yea----I'm
glad.  That's all I was commenting about!  Hey-here's 410.  Well, ready to
see what our room is like?"
	As they opened the door, Mike looked around and said, "Well does
this mean we will have roommates?"
	"I guess I have to assume so, don't you think?  Two double beds!  I
guess.  From everything I've heard, this place did fill up with employees
from the group Joe, I mean,---Mr. Stoneburn belongs to, so I assume there
will be two more in here.  Right now I'm glad you suggested that we make
sure we each have a suitcase that locks so we can lock up anything we need
to and not let anything laying out.  We have no idea who may be staying
here at all."
	"Yea I know Jim, but I don't think I'm too concerned since we do
know it has to be somebody from that Managers organization.  It's got to be
one of their people, not just somebody that made a reservation."
	"Yea right!  Yea-you are right.  And besides the room is really in
a whole hell of a lot better shape than I though it might be. Looks to me
like this room is completely ready for opening day.  I don't see anything
missing from in here, do you?"
	"Just the stuff that is normally in the mini bar.  It's still
empty."
	"Hey Mike, look!  Here's a note that's kind of interesting!  Call
this number and you can have somebody deliver a six pack of domestic beer
and a bag of potato chip or popped corn for $15, paid at the door when he
delivers it.  Can't be charged to a card, but if you want a six pack and
chips or pop corn, for $15 bucks, they will deliver.  Hey-not too bad.
Makes the beer like two bucks each, but hey, what would we pay if we went
to a bar?  Probably more than that!"
	After "getting slightly settled" into the hotel room, Mike and Jim
hit the road to find some grub for supper.  Upon their return they did
discover that true to their anticipation, they would be sharing the room
with two others, --- Ben and Stanley.
	Ben and Stan, as they discovered during their get aquatinted
conversation, were co-workers from a company in San Diego.  Stan was the
department supervisor, and Ben was one of those that reported to Stan.
They were part of the sales staff.  The four roommates all got along very
well, they had a lot in common to talk about since they were all in the
electronics business, although Jim and Mike did stick together pretty
tightly as did Ben and Stan, which would of course be rather expected.
	The pairing of all four did seem to be a good fit, since all four
men did seem to have a little more than just the electronics in common,
including ages, ---well, almost.  Ben, anyway was in their age bracket, he
was 25, but Stan was slightly older, being just shy of turning 40.
	Ben was definitely the jock type as was Mike, and Stan was much
more the business type of person, although a rather well built business
man, ---from what could be seen through the normal casual business attire
that he normally wore.  Ben, obviously preferred to look much more casual
and informal in sportier clothes.  His pull over T-shirts covered a very,
very fine body and chest structure.  It was kind of obvious that he enjoyed
letting others see and admire his structure.  Jim and Mike had noticed that
if Ben did wear a sports jacket, his only shirt was a very skin tight
T-shirt type of shirt, but maybe one with a little more class than just a
regular cotton shirt.
	All four men did some tours of the convention booths together a few
times, and shared some common time when lunch or dinner time approached.
No great surprises happened until---until late Tuesday afternoon, when Mike
and Jim did return to the room quite a little earlier than expected.
	Much to everybody's surprise, as Mike and Jim entered the room,
they discovered that Ben and Stan were definitely much closer friends than
just being co-workers.  And definitely much, much closer than just
supervisor and subordinate.
	"Oh shit guys, oh God man, we're sorry!  Oh God man!  We didn't
think you guys were planning on coming back until after supper!  God man,
we're sorry!"  Ben exclaimed with vigor and emphasis.  "Oh man we didn't
think you guys were coming back so soon!  I thought you were going to be
out till later today!"
	Mike and Jim walked in just as Ben was in the process of playing
"top" and Stan was "bottom".  Both men immediately jumped out of bed and
grabbed some towels and threw them around their waists.  The towels did
absolutely nothing to even slightly hide the hard-ons that each man was
supporting.
	"Well we knew things were supposed to be a little different with
the room arrangements that we agreed to, but this is really a little more
different than what I expected."  Jim stated.
	"Hey guys, uhh, we sure didn't mean to interrupt anything.  Uh,
should we leave?" Mike asked.
	"No, no!" Ben quickly replied.  "God men we are sorry!  We never
meant to have you walk in on us doing this!  We thought we had you two
pretty well figured out as to when we should expect you to be here.  I
guess we kind of screwed up, didn't we?  Really, we thought you guys were
planning on being out till a lot later.  We heard you talking about maybe
having supper with some other people.  So, we thought, well ----anyway!  We
are sorry about this!  We thought we had the room all to ourselves until a
lot later!"
	As Mike stood there with somewhat of a grin on his face, he
inquired of the two rather embarrassed men.  "Hey guys, as far as I'm
concerned, what we walked in on is OK with me, but I've got to admit that I
had no idea either one of you two were gay.  Are you guys lovers?  I mean,
Stan, I thought you were a married guy!"
	"No, no we're not!  Yea, right, Stan is married so please don't let
this become a big deal, please!"  Ben pleaded.  "We only do this once in
awhile when we get a chance, kind of like when guys go out of town and find
themselves some woman to have sex with.  Please guys, we sure never
intended to have you guys find this out.  Really we didn't!  We thought we
could do it and not let you guys know anything about it!"
	Jim added to the statement of shock and concern.  "Hey men, what
you do with each other is definitely none of our business.  We're not going
to make some big deal out of it, but I've got to admit, I've never seen two
guys in bed together making out with each other, or actually in this case
having actual sex with each other, so I've got to admit I'm kind of in a
state of shock from seeing what I saw.  Forgive me if I'm a little taken
back by this, but what you do is up to you."
	"So guys, tell me."  Mike injected.  "How often do you guys manage
to do this?  Stan, I have to assume that your wife is not aware of this,
right?"
	"No, hell no she's not aware!  God if she ever found out, I'd be
getting divorce papers before the day was over."
	"Ben, you single, or is there a lady back home for you too?"
	"No, I'm single.  And I know, you are of course quickly assuming
that I'm a gay, but I'm not sure if I am or not.  Stan and I just like
doing this whenever we get a chance, which is only probably maybe twice a
year, so to us, it's just better than either one of us going out and
finding some whore like most guys do.  Guys, I'm sorry.  We did not expect
you two to be back so soon, really."
	"OK so we walked in at the wrong time.  Stop apologizing for what
happened.  If either one of you had been up front with us, I really don't
think Jim or I either one would have made any kind of a fuss out of it.
All you would have had to do is be up front with us, and then ask us to not
come back to the room until some certain time.  Come on Jim, let's go down
to that BAR-B-Q place we saw and get some supper.  Let's let the guys have
their privacy.  I'm sure they would have done the same thing for us, right
guys?"
	"Yea we would have, but please don't leave just because of this!
Guys, this is your room too.  We can't have you leaving your room just
because of what we do."
	"No problem guys.  Look, we will be out until at least nine
o'clock.  OK?  Don't feel bad about us leaving for awhile.  Really guys, if
we had been the ones in bed when you guys came in, I'm sure we would be
glad if you two understood the situation and left for a while, so just
forget we were here, and get back to your thing.  We will see you after
nine, OK?  OK Jim?  OK with you if we go get something to eat?"
	As Jim and Mike headed out to give Ben and Stan some privacy time,
they talked about the situation as they walked toward the Bar-B-Q
restaurant they had seen earlier.
	"So Jim, after the shock, what's your reaction?  How you handling
this?"
	"Shocked like hell I guess, but I'm OK with it.  They can do with
each other whatever they want, I guess.  I mean, I'm not their daddy, so I
sure am not going to tell them they can't do that stuff.  Guess maybe I'm a
little surprised more to the age difference than anything else.  Hey man,
I'm smart enough to know stuff like that goes on all day long, everywhere,
it's just that I've never been exposed to it though!  But on the lighter
side, did you see that fucking cock that Ben has got?  I've got to admit
that with us walking in on them like that, being shocked like I was, the
whole idea that I noticed the hang of meat he has, kind of bothered me.  I
mean man, if it was 10 feet long, I still should not have even noticed it."
	 "God man!  Why not?  Jim, you'll a normal human being.  Of course
you should have noticed it.  Fact is I'm kind of glad that did happen so I
could see what he was hanging.  He was in just his briefs last night and he
was showing so damn much in them, that I wondered just how big he was hung.
Well man, got to admit, that's about the biggest one I've ever seen on some
guy before."
	"Well just how many dicks have you seen before?  I've only seen the
guys I used to shower with in high school gym and we were all just
teenagers still growing, ---down there, in that department, and then of
course just the guys that take a piss in the urinal beside me.  So how many
guys have you seen?  Especially with a hard-on showing?"
	"Oh I don't know, maybe not that many, really."
	"Wait a minute here Mike!  I'm starting to get vibes here!  I'm
starting to feel that maybe you are not telling me everything, are you?
This line of questioning is getting kind of bumpy for you isn't it?"
	"Yes, yes it is.  Let's just change the subject, OK?"
	"No, no it's not OK!  Mike, tell me!  Have you had some experiences
that I never knew about?  Mike, you and I are very close friends.  If there
is something that I do not know, if you tell me, I'm not going to be upset.
Mike, tell me, have you played around with guys before?"
	"Yes, shit Yes!  Yes I have Jim, a few times!"
	"See, now that didn't hurt now did it?  Thank you!  Thanks, I'm
glad you told me.  Now, question number two,---who, oh and how often?"
	"Hey man, just some guys.  Nobody in particular, just some guys
that I've found.  Jim, you know,---some of the customers that come in once
in awhile and ask for me to wait on them.  Some of those downtown lawyers
and tax guys.  Some of those guys!  That's why they ask if I'm there or
not.  I'm not that good of a salesman, it's just that they know me from the
bath house, and so they want me to make the commission."
	"The bath house?  OK so now we are really getting somewhere.  It's
a little more than just a few guys, right?  Maybe more like whenever you
get horny.  Right?"
	"Oh shit Jim!  Jim, you know as well as I do that I don't date one
gal very long, do I?  I have my girl friends, but pretty soon, they just do
not interest me.  Mike, I guess I must be BI!  Yes, I like having sex with
men!  I've been doing that since I was about 17 or 18 maybe.  Please Jim,
let's just drop the subject.  I don't want this stopping our friendship.
Now you know, OK?"
	"Yea now I know, and Mike, I've got to tell you, now I like you
better than I did five minutes ago.'
	"What?  What do you mean by that?  Why would you say that?"
	"Well simply because now I feel like we can be really, really
honest with each other about anything.  Mike, I mentioned your butt Sunday
when we were checking into the room and I made comments about how you
aren't running the stairs anymore, right?"
	"Yea."
	"Well maybe there is something a little more about that comment
than I really realized, even when I said it!  Mike, I've admired that ass
of yours ever since that first swim party.  Mike, I've wondered ever since
then if my watching that ass of yours was maybe something a little more
than just seeing a solid ass.  You were honest with me, I'm going to be
honest with you.  I've wanted to grab that ass and feel it ever since I've
known you.  What else I want to do, once I've got hold of it, I don't know,
since I've never done anything like that!  But Mike, since I now know that
feeling it, would not offend you, will you let me grab your butt and feel
it?  I don't mean right now, not here, but when we are in the room?  Mike,
I've never touched some other guy's ass before, but being around you, I've
wanted to so many times, and now, since we know each other a little better,
I'm hoping maybe you will let me do that. I want to see just how solid it
really is!  OK?  The fact that you play with guys, is,---in my mind, great!
Well great that is, if you will let me kind of do some playing with you.
You are one great looking guy, and if any guy has ever thought about
wanting to see what playing around with another guy is like, you would be
the choice for choosing.  OK?  Now you're not pissed at me are you?"
	"No hell no, I'm not pissed at you!  Why should I be pissed?  Jim,
I'm the guy that just admitted he likes to play with guys, you should be
pissed at me!"
	"Well I'm not!  Disappointed?  You disappointed that I'm OK with
this, and,---really, kind of excited about it instead of being mad and
pissed?"
	"Jim, never in my wildest dreams did I think we would end up having
this conversation, at this convention, let alone today.  I will be honest
and tell you that I have really wanted you to know about me for the whole
time we have known each other, but I was just always afraid that you
wouldn't like me if you knew that.  Are you going to tell Jenny?"
	"No!  None of her business!  Whenever you feel like the time is
right, then you tell her.  OK?"
	"Yea-thanks man, thanks!"
	"OK, so now --- the big question, before we go into the restaurant.
So just when do I get to feel that ass of yours that I want to grab?"
	"As far as I'm concerned, as soon as we get back to the room.  Man,
supper's going to be a little different tonight than usual, I can see.
Jim, this is way too weird!  I like it, the fact that what I told you is OK
with you, and the fact that you want to feel my ass, but man, now we've got
to go in there and act like -Oh, everything is normal!  My mind is really
racing right now.  Come on,---let's go eat and talk about something else so
nobody hears us talking about this!  OK?"
	After eating some very calm and non-descript supper at the Bar-B-Q,
and attempting to kill some extra time so that they did not get back to the
room to early, Mike and Jim did leave the restaurant, and started walking
back toward the hotel.
	"Mike, I've got to tell you, it was rough sitting in there and
trying to just eat instead of talking to you about what you've been doing.
Tell me about doing it with a guy.  I guess the more I think about it, the
more I'm starting to realize that I truly have wanted to try it for a long
time, but hey, being married and being a daddy, you just go the ole normal
way.  Mike, what's it like having sex with a guy?"
	"God Jim!  I'm not sure how to answer that!  Man, what do I say?
You know, I guess all I can say right now is, if you like the feel of a
man's body, then having sex with that guy is a real turn on.  It feels so
different than having sex with a woman.  With a guy, it's firm and solid.
You can kind of handle him more roughly than a women.  You can run your
mouth along his muscles and feel his strength getting kind of transferred
to you.  When he grabs you and takes hold of you, you really know you are
in bed with a real human being.  Him grabbing and holding on feels so good.
No woman can make it feel like that!  I don't know Jim, it's so much
different.  The stuff you do with a guy, than with a woman, is so different
too.  I mean man, when was the last time a woman was able to fuck your ass?
It's just all so different!  It's man to man, 'solid and firm' to 'solid
and firm'.  No fluffy soft stuff.  Jim, it's just different, great and
different!"
	"Oh shit man, fuck your ass?  Oh God Mike, I never even thought
about that being possible.  Ben was fucking Stan when we walked in, wasn't
he?  He was on top of Stan's ass, and he sure as hell had a major hard-on,
so I guess I must be right,---Stan was getting it in the ass, wasn't he?
Oh man, do you get fucked by guys?  Have you ever been fucked by some guy?"
	"Yea,-hell yes I do and yes I have!  I guess since you know I play
with guys, I might as well be open and honest with you.  Yea-I love to get
it up the ass, and I might as well admit, the bigger the dick, the better I
like it!"
	"Like how big of a dick have you been fuck by?  Like about how big
was it?"
	"Well you saw Ben's right?"
	"Yea-but he hasn't fucked you ,-has he?"
	"No, no!  Not Ben, but from what I saw tonight, his and Tim's look
like about the same size, and Tim's is the biggest one I've had."
	"Tim?  So who is Tim?  Tell me who Tim is."
	"Tim-he's the, ---hey if I tell you, never let him know I told
you,-OK?"
	"Yea OK!  Tim, is he somebody I know?"
	"Yea- he's the lawyer that that's about maybe 30 or 32.  Stands
about 5 feet 10 or 11, real dark black hair and a mustache.  Got the body
every guy and every woman, including some old 95 year old woman would want.
Hell, the way he's built, even some 95 year old man would want that!  He
bought that programmable massage chair last month."
	"Oh shit Mike, you are kidding?  That guy!  Wow, so he's hung like
Ben is?"
	"Yea pretty much so."
	"Damn man, that has got to look hot hang'n on the body that guy has
got!  What a package!  Shit man, ---- so how often do you and he play
around?"
	"Oh maybe once a month.  Whenever his wife is out of town on
business.  She's some kind of a department head for the city, and she does
these out of town trips every so often, and when she's gone, he gives me a
call and asks if he can come over for awhile."
	"Really, he's married and fucking around?"
	"Oh hell yea.  Jim, there are a hell of a lot of married guys out
there that get their kicks with other guys!  And especially guys like Tim.
He's so stuck on himself, that he figures he can do anybody, anytime,
anywhere he wants."
	"But you play with him, anyway, right?"
	"Yea-guess maybe I fall into that group that wants that dick so
badly that I'll put up with his attitude.  Besides man, fucking my ass once
in awhile, keeps him coming into the store and buying stuff.  God-kind of
makes it sound like I'm getting fucked by him just to make the commission,
don't it?"
	"So-his wife?  I have to assume she is totally ignorant of this and
his fucking around with guys?  I mean, I assume he fucks other guys besides
you right?"
	"Oh hell yea!  He's got a whole stable of us guys that he pokes.  I
know about three others that he does on a regular basis."
	"His wife, she is totally unaware of this?"
	"That I'm not too sure of, anymore!  I don't know!  I didn't think
she knew anything at one time, but now I'm not too sure!"
	"Why, why aren't you so sure anymore?"
	"Shit man!  She was out of town one week, and she called MY house
looking for Tim.  He wasn't there at that time, but why in the hell did she
even know my name or my phone number?  Tim just laughed it off later saying
he had told here that if she needed him, and he did not answer at the
house, to call my place.  I never really got him to say yes or no, that he
has told her what he does.  So anyway, I figured, if she does know, and she
does not care, why should I?  Hey!  I'm not going to screw up anything that
makes him stop coming by my place and taking care of my ass, let me tell
you!  And besides, I figure that if she knows, she'll probably put up with
it since she likes getting fucked by him as much as us guys do!  She's not
going to throw that dick out, that's for sure!"
	"Well yea.  But, let me ask you Mike,----getting something like
that rammed up in your ass, don't that hurt?"
	"Dry and too fast,-yea.  Yea, then it does.  But with a little KY
jelly, and just a little patience on both parts, then it's fucking heaven,
let me tell you, fucking heaven!"
	"So when did you last get fucked?  How long's it been?"
	Grinning and looking over toward Jim, Mike replied.  "Well let's
see. Today is Tuesday, right?  Three days!"
	"Three days?  Three days?!  Mike, you mean last Saturday?"
	"Well, actually, Sunday morning!  Before our flight Sunday!  Hey
man, I figured I'd be stuck here at the convention for five days, no chance
to get any action, so I had Zackie come over and spend the night with me
Saturday night so that I could get it, and maybe get it out of my system
for a few days.  I sure as hell never expected this type of conversation
happening here though."  Then looking around to make sure nobody could see
him, Mike rather turned toward Jim, reached down, pushed his rod back down
his leg and said, "Jim, this talking is make me horny.  My rod is standing
up!  Sorry man, but talking about doing it with other guys, just makes me
get a hard-on."
	Jim then grabbed his own crotch, and said, "I know man, I know.  It
is effecting me too, and I'm not even sure just what in the hell we are
really talking about, but I know getting the chance to talk about this
stuff with you is making me horny too.  Mike, I've never been with a guy,
but I've got to admit, this conversation is making me want to grab that ass
of yours and maybe that thing on the front too."
	"Jim, all I can say is, I hope like hell this talk and whatever is
going to happen later does not ruin our friendship.  I value our friendship
too much to have it messed up."
	"No Mike-do not worry!  This will not ruin our friendship.  Like I
told you earlier, I like you better now than I did earlier.  Now I feel
like I really know you!  Now Zackie-this Zackie guy, who is Zackie?  Never
heard that name before."
	"Oh Zackie.  Yea little Zackie!  He's a bar back at the gay bar,
My-Turn.  Just barely old enough to be working behind the bar.  We've known
each other for about two years now.  You know most gays are either a top,
or a bottom.  A top is the one that likes to do the fucking.  A bottom is
the one getting the fucking.  Well Zackie is definitely a top.  Whenever I
feel like my butt needs some attention, I can always count on Zackie.  Not
hung like Tim or that Ben, but hey man, action like crazy!  Man, you've
really got to be ready for that one to do you!  Young and ambitious!  He
belongs out in the wilds somewhere.  Anyway, last Saturday afternoon, I
decided he was what I needed before the convention, and he was more than
eager to accommodate me and my needs.  Once late Saturday night after he
got off of work, once early Sunday morning before we got up, and then he
insisted on another one just before I headed for the airport.  I figured I
was well taken care of for the time at the convention."
	"So you said he is the top, right?"
	"Yea."
	"So I have to assume then, that you are a bottom, right?"
	"Oh, well only part of the time.  I'm what I guess you could call a
flipper!  Depends on what is going on, and who I'm with!  With Zackie, yea
I'm definitely a bottom, cause he is definitely the top.  And same thing
with Tim, but with him, maybe I'm bottom because that's where I want to be
with him.  Now there are some other guys that I am strictly top with, since
they are exclusively bottoms.  Me ---hey whichever way, I'm not
particular!"
	"Man, I never imagined that you were doing this stuff.  I guess you
must have a gal on your arm often enough that I just never wondered.  Mike,
I wish you would have told me sooner, I really do!"
	"Why, what difference would it have made?  Why"?
	As Jim looked at Mike, grinned and then looked down toward his own
crotch, he answered, "Because of that!  Mike, I've wanted to play with a
guy for a long time now, but I just never had the chance or knew who to
approach, and now that I know about you, I'm hoping to get some kind of a
chance.  OK?  I mean, I'm getting very straight foreword here!  I want to
roll in the hey with you!  OK?  I don't know if I want to be the top, or
the bottom, but can we?  You teach me, OK?"

	Getting back to the hotel room, Mike and Jim lightly knocked on the
door first, before opening it, to kind of warn Ben and Stan that they were
about to come in, but they entered the room only to find Stan and Ben fully
clothed, sitting at a side table reading some electronic sales literature
that they had picked up at some of the booths at the convention.
	"Well, this sure does look very primp and proper."  Mike expressed
as he closed the door.
	"We are feeling pretty bad about what happened here earlier this
evening," Stan said, "So we decided that we needed to act a little more
respectful while we are around here and in the room.  Once again, we are
very sorry for doing what we did, and men, you can be sure it will not, and
I do mean not, happen again."
	"Like I said before guys, quit apologizing!  Not that big of a
deal, really!"
	"Thanks man, and I mean it.  How was dinner?  Find something good?"
Stan inquired.
	"Yes I did, I definitely did!"  Jim quickly entered.  "Had a great
dinner, didn't we Mike?"
	With Jim now looking toward Mike with a very shitty assed grin on
his face, Ben and Stan both looked at the other two men with a very quizzed
expression on their faces.
	Ben asked, "What do you mean?  What is so funny about what you had
for dinner?"
	Ginning broadly, Jim replied.  "Oh it's not what we had for dinner,
it's just the before and the after, and I have to thank both of you for
that!"
	"What in the hell are you talking about?  What do you mean thank us
for what?"  Stan emphatically asked.
	Continuing to grin widely, Jim responded.  "Well it's kind of like
this!  If we had not walked in on you two doing your "thing together", then
this whole subject would never have come up, and I would never have found
out,---well while here in Vegas anyway, that Mike is into playing with guys
too!"
	Both Stan and Ben became very confused, and expressed it.
	Ben asked, as he kept looking back and forth between Mike and Jim,
"Mike is gay?  Mike, are you gay?  Is that what you are saying?"
	"I don't know, I guess, hey I just don't know for sure.  I admitted
to Jim that I play around with guys, but then I date gals too, well
sometimes."
	"Yes-and the great thing is men-----he has agreed to let me do some
stuff, so to say, whatever I mean, like play around, I guess."
	Stan looked at Jim, and asked.  "Uhhh, Jim, do you play with guys?
I'm confused here men, I getting real confused!"
	Stan, I've never played with a guy, but I've wanted to for a long
time, and once I found out that Mike plays with guys, then I got real
excited about maybe I've finally found somebody that I could so some stuff
with.  So anyway, I told him that for years I've wanted to grab that ass of
his, and feel what it feels like, and he's told me I can.  Haven't done it
yet, but he's said I can!"
	"OK, so you are going to grab his ass, is that all?  That's not too
much playing around, is it?  I mean, that's not going very far or doing
very much if you are just going to grab his ass, is it?"  Ben asked in a
state of fluster and confusion.
	Looking over toward Mike, and grinning broadly, Jim answered.
"Yea-that's right, but I guess we'll start with that and then see how thing
progress, right Mike?"
	Stan looked over toward Ben and said, "Well guy, I kind of think
this kind of sounds like you and me a few years ago, doesn't it?  Sounds
kind of familiar, don't it?"
	"You know Stan, that's exactly what I was just standing here
thinking.  Sure does sound familiar!"
	"Hey guys what are you saying?"  Jim asked.  "You mean your first
time with each other?  How did you two ever get together the first time?"
	"Totally by accident, totally by accident!"  Stan answered.  "We
lived, well still do, live in the same neighborhood.  I and my family have
a house there, and Ben lives in an apartment, kind of around the corner.
There's a community swimming pool what everybody around there uses.  Well
anyway, I had seen Ben at the pool a number of times that summer, and every
time I saw him, I kept thinking how hot of a body he had, and the more I
saw him, the more I kept thinking about how I thought I'd like to play with
him, or let him play with me, or anyway, something that I really did not
know for sure what.  And of course, he wore hardly any trunks at all.
Every time I saw him, I kept thinking that whatever he had in the crotch of
those trunks, it was going to fall out pretty soon, 'cause I could tell it
was too damn big for being in the trunks he had on."
	With that comment, Jim and Mike both looked down toward Ben's
crotch and grinned.  Mike grinned, and in addition, licked his lips.  Ben
saw what had happened, and grinned broadly as he looked at Mike and Jim.
	"Anyway, all I could ever do is just look and wonder what it would
be like.  I'd never been with a guy before, so it was all just wondering
and just imagining.  Then, one night I discovered that I had left a towel
and some sun glasses at the pool.  When I discovered that, it was getting
late and I wasn't sure the pool would still be open so that I could get
them, but I ran back over to the pool to see if it was still open.  It
looked dark, but when I tried the gate, it opened, so I thought, well I'll
just go in and see if they are still laying there beside the chair.  I did
not know at that time that Ben, as I later found out his name was, that he
worked at the pool part time.  All I can say is, he rather failed to lock
the outside gate, before he took that hot little hunk of a guy named Sammy
into the equipment area and let Sammy get that dick of his, pushed up in
his ass.  I saw what was happening, and I froze.  I watched Ben fuck little
Sammy for probably five minutes before I finally, and I do mean in total
desperation, walked over toward them and let them know I was there and was
watching.  Freaked Ben out, totally!  I kept telling him it was no big
deal!  Little Sammy, as Ben always called him, grabbed his trunks and after
pulling them on, as fast as he could, he ran!  I finally got Ben to calm
down enough so that I could tell him how I had been admiring him all summer
long whenever I saw him, and I told him that I had been wanting to do
something with him ever since I first saw him earlier that summer.  Then I
just blurted out and asked him if we could have some sex together."
	As Mike was rubbing his own crotch, he exclaimed, "Oh shit man, oh
shit!  God, this is too fucking hot to believe!  What in the hell did you
do then?  Well, I guess something good must have happened.  It sure looked
to me like you still get fucked by him, right?"
	"He was, of course, afraid that I'd say something to the people
that ran the pool, so I told him that if he'd let me play with him, then
I'd keep my mouth shut!  Boy!  Does that sound like blackmail?  So, anyway,
he gave me my first blow job there in the equipment room that night.  That
was after I suggested he go lock the gate though.  We made some
arrangements for me to visit his apartment the next night, since he didn't
have to be at the pool that night, and that was my first real gay session.
And damn man, it was good!  Have you guys seen the dick on this guy?"
	"But wait a minute here.  I'm confused!"  Mike said.  "Then you two
just saw each other at the pool, right?  But now you work together, right?"
	"Oh yea!  He was working two part time jobs, the pool being one of
them, and so when the store needed a new guy on the sales floor, I told him
to come in and apply, but just don't let anybody know that we knew each
other.  So, of course, since I was the hiring manager, I sure did like his
application, and of course he interviewed "very well", so I decided he was
the man to hire.  For God sake men, don't ever let anybody in our company
know what I have told you!  Or my wife for that matter either!  You guys
now know more about Ben and I, and how we met, and of course what we do
together, than anybody else!  For God sake, keep it a secret!"
	"Hey we will man, definitely we will!  Got to remember men, I've
got the wife and family back home too, but before I go home, I will have
finally found out what playing with a guy, and I will admit,--- if I may, a
very hot guy, is like."
	Looking over toward Ben, Stan then said.  "You know what man, I
think it is time that you and I maybe went down to that cocktail lounge
that we found, and maybe let these two guys have the room all to
themselves, for awhile, don't you think?"
	"Yes I definitely agree!  Let me hit the bathroom for a minute, and
I'll be ready."
	Ben came back out of the bathroom, looked at Mike and told him,
"Hey man, left something on the counter in there for you.  See you guys
later.  Let's say, not before eleven, OK?"
	"Yea thanks men, thanks!"  Mike and Jim both expressed as Stan and
Ben left the room.
	With a very quizzed expression on his face, Jim asked, as he looked
at Mike, and then headed for the bathroom, "Left something on the counter
for you?  What did Ben mean by that?"