Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2012 09:38:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: s s <subanalslut@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Happened in Vegas

What Happened in Vegas

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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."