Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2015 10:24:01 -0600
From: Ken Duxbury <kenduxbury52@gmail.com>
Subject: His Twin Chapter 4

Chapter Foreword

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His Twin
Chapter 4

	The drive to Las Vegas took 13 hours, 12 if you count crossing the
time zone.  Idaho and Utah are incredibly boring states to drive across, so
I popped in CDs and listened to music, thinking about where I was coming
from and where I was headed.  Several things occurred to me as I was making
my way south.

	First, the battered state of my relationship with my family that I
had left.  I wondered if I would ever be able to forgive them.  The
treatment I was shown was just a tad less than hostile before I had left.
That got me thinking if it was worthwhile to salvage anything.  I loved my
mother, don't get me wrong.  But there comes a point where a person just
cannot go back to a previous mindset and emotional attachment.  I loved
her, but did I like her?  I concluded that, while it would be completely
dependent on their attitude, I would be able to forgive them.  But I would
also never forget.

	Second, I knew that there would never be a return to that town.  If
I did, it would be for a very brief period of time.  Quite simply put, and
at the risk of sounding stuck up, I just couldn't stand it or its'
inhabitants.  Bleak is the word that comes to mind when thinking of Butte.

	Third, I was headed to a strange city.  I had never been to Las
Vegas before, and didn't know what to expect.  I was told that the job
market was great, but I knew little of the gay community there.  I was
excited to meet new people, and genuinely interested in finding someone to
form a relationship with.  I was also very much looking forward to becoming
part of Neil and Josh's family.  I looked up to both; Neil as a father
type, and Josh as an older brother.  I never had any siblings, so this
would be a learning experience for me as well.

	Lastly, I started wondering what I would do for work.  Did I want
to work at one of the big resorts on the strip?  Or did I want to look for
something more professional and start taking classes and UNLV?  Both were
viable options, really, and Neil had told me that if I decided to go back
to school he would cut back my household monetary obligations to suit a
part time paycheck.  I didn't like that idea all that much, and somewhat
felt like I would be a kept boy, even if I were going to school and
working.  Finally, I decided that I would begin searching for a job at one
of the large resorts.  There were new ones opening up, and the old ones
were still hiring.

	The trip went by amazingly quick for such a long drive.  I wanted
to get it done in one day, and I knew that my youth would allow for sitting
behind the wheel for 13 hours at a time.  I had done just that the previous
year on my way west from Washington DC.  I think it went by so quick due to
the fact that I had so much on my mind, so much I was anxious about, that I
simply did not notice the passage of time and miles.  Before I knew it, the
sun was beginning to set and the lights of the strip were visible in the
distance.

	Neil had given me the address prior to their departure, and I had
planned the route out in advance - mostly to know exactly where to go once
I reached the city, as it's simply a straight shot down I-15.  I pulled off
the interstate onto Flamingo Blvd, and began my way to my new home a ways
off the strip.  Once I got to the apartment complex, I saw Neil and Josh's
vehicles in the lot and backed my pickup in, and I saw them come out of the
apartment.  It was all smiles and hugs as soon as I got out, and after that
quick hello we got busy unloading what little stuff I had.

	Once everything was unloaded, Josh and I sat at the kitchen table
while Neil cooked dinner.  Neil, by the way, was an extraordinary cook.  I
did alright in the kitchen, but Neil had me beat hands down.  When he told
me he was making his baked chicken, I didn't bat an eye.  I could hardly
wait to dig into it, and was practically salivating while we sat and
chatted.

	"So, what's the plan?"  Neil asked.
	"Well, financially I'm set for at least a month."  I replied.  "I
had a job almost immediately after I got out, so I have almost all of the
$1800 severance I received from the military."
	"You got $1800 from the military?"  Josh gasped.
	"Yeah.  I never used any of my leave time, so that added onto my
last months' paycheck gave me a huge chunk.  And going to work right away
let me save that money for a rainy day."
	"So, really, you could take vacation before you started work."
Josh said.
	"Yeah, I guess I could...but I don't want you guys to think I'm a
deadbeat."
	"You didn't take any vacation time while you were in the service or
after?"  Neil asked.
	"No.  While I was in, Gary gave me all the time off I needed..."
wink and smile, "...then Matt and I had a great friendship, so I never
really felt like I needed anything extra for time off.  Plus, with my job
we worked four twelve hour shifts then had three days off.  It was like a
mini vacation every week." I explained.  I didn't tell them about what Matt
did.
	"Well, honey..." Neil used his nickname for me.  He always said I
was the sweetest thing on two legs.  What a man.  "...don't worry about
what we think.  If you want, pay your portion of the rent for this coming
month and take a week to relax.  Then you can start job hunting.  I know
you'll have a job within a week.  Josh started three days after applying at
Bally's."  Neil exclaimed, proudly looking at his younger lover.
	"If you're sure...I don't want you to think I'm here as a house
boy."  I joked as I got up, went to the fridge and grabbed a Mountain Dew.
	Neil smacked me on the ass with a wooden spoon as I walked by and
quipped "No, honey, a bitch like you running around in your underwear all
day cleaning up and taking care of an old fart like me is a recipe for a
heart attack."

	We laughed at that.  Josh, of course, wasn't jealous.  There was
something so relaxed about their relationship, and something so casually
loving about all of us, that we could joke like that and not a one of us
would think anything of it.

	We ate dinner, and it was fantastic.  Neil must have marinated that
chicken for quite some time before baking it.  We chatted casually
throughout dinner, them reassuring me that a week off would be fine and
actually be very good for me.

	I couldn't deny it.  A week off to kick back, enjoy myself and get
familiar with the city was something I would really like to do, before
starting work.  And being told that work was easy to find there made it all
the better.

	I helped with the dishes, then hugged them both and thanked them
for the opportunity.
	"You needed to get out of there just like us, Ken.  Don't thank us.
We will all make it together, and who knows?  Maybe you'll find someone to
fill that void in your heart that Gary left."  Neil.  Always the optimist.

	He was right.  I had tried to work past missing my lost love.  It
had been a couple years, and while I no longer got misty-eyed thinking
about him, I still ached for the companionship and closeness that we
shared.  He was in the past, and I was moving on of course.  But, once you
have something like that, it's hard to forget it.

	As I put my bedding on the bed (Neil was smart enough to have
leased a fully furnished apartment) and got ready to rest my travel weary
body and mind, I thought more about my love life.  I hadn't had any sex in
so long, I could barely remember what it felt like.  The last sex I had was
a violent, unwanted affair.  I still felt slightly dirty about it, having
been used in such a savage way.  And after having problems in the erection
department for so long, I had been worried that something might really have
been wrong physically.

	I needn't have worried however.  That night, I heard Neil and Josh.
I was just starting to fall asleep when I hear the moans coming from their
bedroom.  I felt a slight and familiar stirring in my chest, abdomen and
crotch.  I was getting hard.  I was getting hard!!!  `Oh, fuck, what a
brilliant day!' I thought to myself.  As I heard my friends making love,
feeling guilty somewhat, I listened in, and started to masturbate.  It was
an amazing feeling, to once again be able to stroke my hard cock.  It might
not be that big, but hey, it was mine and I was getting immense pleasure
from it!

	I tried to take my time, but it probably only took me two minutes
to rub out one of the largest loads I've ever seen.  I was gasping and
panting, my balls started aching from finally being able to spew the load
they had held for months.  The ejaculation shook my body from my head to my
toes, and I couldn't help but moan in pain afterward, feeling like someone
had punched me in the balls repeatedly.  After you haven't cum for so long,
it can actually be extremely painful when you finally do.  I didn't know
then, but this is normal.  I was slightly worried about the intense groin
and abdomen pain, but tried to relax.

	But even through that pain, I reeled in the ecstasy of the orgasm
and ejaculation.  My head swam and I was sweating profusely.  As I came
down from it, I looked down on my prone body.  My chest, stomach and crotch
were literally white with cum, and the smell of my load hung in the air,
like a comforter wrapping around me on a cold winter's night.  It smelled
delicious.  Not being one to waste, I shoveled every last bit into my mouth
with my hands and savored yet another delicious feast.

	I was back, and I fell asleep while I could still hear moaning from
their room, all my guilt washed away by the knowledge that I was ok.

	The next day I woke up mid-morning, and Josh had already left for
work.  Neil was sitting at the Kitchen table, and looked up from his
newspaper as I padded groggily into the kitchen with nothing on but a ratty
old pair of bikinis.  My underwear collection had fallen into serious
disrepair while living in Shithole, MT.  I stretched casually, flexing my
abs, arms and pecs, and then running my hands down my torso to my hips.  I
knew I was being a tease, and Neil enjoyed it.

	"If that's all you have to wear, we're going to a little shop I
know of down on West Sahara first thing today."  He nodded at my holey,
faded underwear.  "Can't have you walking around here flashing everything."
	I gave him a sheepish grin, and then said "Sorry, just thought
you'd like the show."
	He laughed and said "Kids these days."
	I snickered, grabbed myself some coffee and plopped down across the
table from him, pulling out the other chair to put my feet up.  "Actually,
that was on my mind too – clothing, that is."  I added as he gave me an
amused expression.  "My wardrobe is in shambles.  Not much for shopping up
there."
	"Yes..."  And then wrinkled his nose as he glanced at my feet.
"Ok, first house rule.  One cup of coffee, then you get your ass in the
shower and wash those dogs.  Cause, damn.  And, you smell like a cum
sandwich.  Topped with cum."
	I burst out laughing, then put my feet on the floor.  When I
stopped, I chuckled a little more and said "Sorry.  I'm used to them.  As
for the other smell...well, not much I can do about that."
	"So, what do you think you would like to do after?"
	"I'm not sure.  I want to get the lay of the city, find out where
the gay bars are, and the gay community center."  I replied.
	"There's not so much of a tight knit gay community here, Hon.  It's
better than Butte, but you'll find the bars are where most of the guys that
live here socialize.  Either that or the pool parties."  He informed me.
	"Hmm...pool parties.  Sounds great!"  I said, excitedly.  I wasn't
much of a swimmer, but I did love lounging around in a pool or hot tub.  "I
also need to find a nearby gym and sign up.  Also, a bank nearby, kind of
need that too."
	"Got that all covered already.  Josh looked into all of that before
you got here while he was waiting for his job."  Neil said.
	"Thanks Neil."  I said, then gulped my coffee.  "Ok, I'll get my
`dogs' out of your nose."  I chuckled, as I got up and headed to the
bathroom.

	I took care of my needs, then I showered quickly but thoroughly.
All joking aside, Neil was right.  I was fucking funky that morning.  I got
out, went to my room, got dressed, grabbed my wallet and some cash, then
went back into the kitchen.  I handed him the $300 for next months' rent.
	"All set?"  He asked.  I nodded, and we were off.

	True to his word, the first place we stopped was an underwear
boutique for men.  I walked in, him right behind me, and realized
immediately it was a 100% gay establishment.  The young guy behind the
counter, appearing very bored at first, looked up, and then grinned widely
but shyly.  I returned a dashing grin, trying to put my most masculine foot
forward, to the little cuttie.  He was somewhere between his teens and
possibly early twenties, with sandy colored hair that was cut short on the
sides and back with a relatively long top that hung down into his eyes, a
pierced ear and he was slightly effeminate looking.  He was about 5'8", but
looked to be decently muscled but still definitely on the slim side.  I
started walking around, looking at the racks of designer underwear, and he
came over.  Neil watched all this with a very amused expression.

	"Hi!  My name is CJ.  Can I help you find something?"  He gushed.
	"Ken.  And I'm just browsing for now."  I said back warmly.
	"Well if you or your daddy would like to see you in anything, let
me know.  I'll definitely help with that..."  He trailed off.
	It took me a minute, but then I blushed and said "Oh!  No, Neil is
taken, he's just my friend.  I'm new here, I just moved here from a small
town up north, and the shopping there is lousy.  I need to start putting
together a new wardrobe."  I grinned through my blush.
	"Oh...well then..."  CJ said with an impish grin "...let me grab a
few of my personal favorites."
	"Ken, would you be alright here for a few minutes?  I'm going to go
over to the bank across the street and deposit your rent."  Neil asked.
	I tore my gaze away from CJ who was smiling from ear to ear then
and said "Sure, take your time.  No huge rush."

	As soon as Neil was out the door, CJ was on me.  He had grabbed a
few pairs of thongs and a couple bikinis, clutching them in one hand as he
literally pushed me into a curtained changing booth, then reached up,
pulled my head down to his, and planted his mouth on mine.  He deeply
kissed me for a minute, then pulled back.  "Fuck, you're hot!!!"  He felt
up my chest, then down my abs, and his hand grazed past my jeans covered
and already hard cock.  "Hmmm..is this as big as you get?"
	I was shocked, and stammered out "Well..."
	"Never mind.  I don't mind smaller dicks, really doesn't matter."
He reached around to my ass and started kneading my cheeks through my
jeans.  "Oh hell yes, here's your best part."

	I was really stunned at that point.  This kid was aggressive.  I
stood there, unsure of what to do, looking down into ice blue eyes that
bore into mine like he was reading my mind.  I didn't want to have sex in a
freaking clothing store.
	"Strip.  I want to see what these look like on you."  He said as he
back out of the booth.  I did so, and he started handing me underwear.  He
shook his head `no' at every single bikini.  Then `yes' to every single
thong, twirling his finger to indicate that I turn around and model them.
"Sweet fuck you got a hot ass.  Are you a bottom"?
	"Well...not..."  was all I got out.
	"Well...yes you are.  With that ass, you got to be."
	"I've only ever been fucked by two guys."  Then I shook my head to
get myself back to reality, realizing I was standing in a store in nothing
but a thong.  "What about other customers?  I mean if someone comes in?
I'm going to get..."
	"No one comes in this early, don't be so worried.  And if they did,
they would have one hell of a good show.  Probably be good for sales."  He
giggled.

	I saw a very mischievous glint in his eye and his smile didn't
falter.  "As a matter of fact..."  He started, walked back behind the
counter, grabbed a couple bottles, then quickly rejoined me, pushing me all
the way back into the booth.  "I think we have plenty of time to have some
fun!"

	This was too much for me, and I started to protest.  He put his
finger on my lips.  He turned me around, and then I heard the pop of a cap
and felt some lube being put on my hole.  Then the other bottle was opened
and shoved under my nose.  Poppers.  He wanted to fuck.  I inhaled, and
that's all it took.  I was ready.  My ass was instantly on fire and I
needed his cock to put it out.  I felt him slide the thong strap aside on
my ass cheek, then skin on skin as his cock stopped at my tightly shut
hole.  I said "condom."  He said "no."  And pushed in hard.  I gasped and
cried out a bit.  But it quickly felt good.  In my poppered mind, I was
screaming `condom!' over and over, but my lust said `fuck it!' over and
over.

	He got to it right away, and started bucking into me full force.
He was grunting and swearing.  I heard a `ding'.  I was vaguely aware of a
gasp that I knew I hadn't made, and CJ was too busy reaming my hole to have
made, and I heard a "damn...".  But I didn't care.  The poppers bottle was
shoved under my nose, and I reflexively inhaled deep in one nostril then
the other.  I kept moaning and sighing and groaning.  I sounded an awful
lot like a slut.  CJ kept pounding at my ass, every now and then purring in
my ear, telling me how sweet and tight it was.  How it felt like velvet on
his cock.

	His cock kept rocketing onto my boy nut.  I couldn't stand it any
longer, and my moans and groans of ecstasy were all I could hear.
Suddenly, I felt my cock pulse, and within a minute I was ready to unload
into the thong pouch as my ass spasmed and started grasping at his dick
furiously.  "Oh fuck yeah, get off on my cock like the fucking whore you
are!" CJ exclaimed as he started spanking my ass as he was still drilling
it.  He stopped that, then he reached around just before I started cumming,
grabbed my throat in his hands, squeezing and cutting off most of my air
supply.  I was close to passing out when I heard I heard him exclaim "Oh!
Fuck!  Yes!" as he savagely rammed into me one last time and stayed there,
unloading himself in me.

	We were panting; I was trying to catch my breath through a sore
throat, as I was plastered against the wall half bent with my ass still
sticking back and out, with him plastered against my back, his sweat
pouring all over me.  I groaned out a long "ah", as he pulled his dick out
of my now well fucked ass.
	"That's one sweet cunt, dude.  So tight!"
	Coming down off my high, I said "Did you...?"
	"Cum in you?  Yeah.  Don't worry, disease free here."  He finished
my question and answered.

	I pulled down the cum soaked thong, and watched as he wiped himself
off with my old bikini.  "I see why you started looking for new underwear
first."  He threw the old ones in the trash by the counter then threw me a
yellow 2XIST y back thong, and said "Those two are on the house.  You'll
take the rest though, won't you."  It wasn't a question.
	"Um...I guess..."  I responded, still a little shocked at being
fucked so blatantly in public by a guy I thought I might be fucking some
time.  "How much do I owe you?"  I asked as I pulled the green thong on,
grabbed the cum soaked ones, and started putting the rest of my clothes on.
	"I'll use my employee discount on the other seven thongs, so..." He
went to the register and punched it up "$63.67."  (Don't ask me how or why
I remember that...but that was truly the exact amount)

	I waddled over to the counter, just then noticing a guy staring at
us.  Probably mid-thirties, nicely dressed and pretty handsome.  His mouth
was open just a bit as he watched me wince and walk over to the counter.

	"Here you go."  I said as I pulled out my wallet and handed him
some cash.  He took it, handed me back some change, and as I started to
turn away, he told me to wait.  He grabbed a card, scribbled his number on
it and handed it to me.

	"Tomorrow night.  Dinner.  7pm at Billy Bob's in Sam's Town.  Your
friend should know how to get there.  Don't be late."  He said, again more
of an order than anything else.  I nodded, and he smiled demurely at me,
almost like a submissive would.  What the fuck was up with this kid?  I
said `thank you', smiled at him and walked out.

	As I walked out, I hear the other guy start to say "CJ...man...you
just bred..."  And CJ replied proudly "Yep."

	Neil was walking across the street on the cross walk, and I stood
there waiting while he made his way back over to his red and black Blazer.
	"Give you enough time?"  He asked with a huge grin on his face as
he unlocked his rig.
	I blushed furiously, but then excitedly said "Yeah, but I guess I
could have had more..."
	He laughed and said "Get in, you big whore.  Next stop, the Forum
Shops.  My treat."

	We went into every store, and I was mindful of what I selected.
Neil insisted on buying it, and the Forum Shops can be exceedingly
expensive.  I stopped dead in my tracks in front of the Versace store.  In
the window was a jet black leather jacket with the hair still on it,
immaculately detailed.  It might sound odd...but the hairs were short, all
flattened down and flush with the leather.  I can't begin to describe just
how beautiful it was.  Savage, yet refined.  The lines tapered from wide
shoulders to a narrow waist, and the exterior trim was soft smooth
(hairless) black leather.  I couldn't stop staring at it, and Neil chuckled
as he reached in his pocket and grabbed his wallet.  I ran in and tried it
on.  Perfect fit, made for me.

	"No way in hell Neil.  I don't know what the price tag is on it,
but you cannot do that.  This is one time I will say absolutely no."
	"Ken, I just got my settlement..."
	"No.  Period."
	Heavy sigh.  "Ok.  Well, let's head over to the restaurants and
grab a bite.  I have to use the bathroom first though, so wait for me by
the Italian joint."
	"Ok.  But no on the jacket, Neil.  Got it?"
	"Yeah yeah.  Go on."  He said as he shoed me out of that fabulous
Versace store.  I toted our half of our purchases, and headed to the
`Italian joint' (can't remember the name, but Neil didn't call it by name
anyway) and stood out front waiting for my friend.  He arrived a few
minutes later carrying the other half of our bags, and smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry, they are down a ways."
	"No problem.  I'm hungry.  You been here?"
	"Yeah.  You'll like their soup and salad lunch."

	And wow did I.  It was kind of like the Olive Garden soup and salad
lunch.  Except it was fantastic.  They kept bringing bread, of which I
didn't eat much and Neil ate a lot of, but I ate the hell out of their
Caesar Salad.  The soup of that day was Italian Wedding Soup.  It almost
brought tears to my eyes, it was so mouthwatering.  It wasn't really busy
in there at that point, so I started telling Neil about the encounter at
the Undie store.  He was laughing so hard by the end I thought he was going
to pass out.  In the end I admitted it was exceedingly hot.  "So, that's
why you're walking like you sat on a traffic cone."  He said.  We laughed,
and I realized I didn't even get a real chance to check out how big he was
fully hard.  It felt like it was plenty big enough, however.  I did have a
picture of his handsome face burned in my memory already though.  I smiled
at that.

	The rest of lunch was pretty simple, easy going talk about house
chores, dinner times, and just general `how things go at home' talk.  He
apologized for making fun of my foot odor that morning and told me not to
worry about it when I told him I use cream, but it doesn't help much.  They
didn't mind man smells.

	I have to say, at that instant, I think if Josh weren't around, I
would have asked him to go steady with me.  I wasn't physically attracted
to him that much.  He was a handsome man, but a couple decades my senior
and I figured I would probably exasperate him to no end at times.  But,
honestly, that's how much I loved that man.  Don't get me wrong.  I felt
the same way about Josh, and I wasn't even remotely interested in breaking
them up or becoming a third.  I just felt that close to those two men.  His
intellect was amazing.  I think that's what drew me to him so much, besides
his ease of love.

	"Ok, well, time to show you around.  I'll show you the country bar
and the two leather bars.  You'll have to find the rest on your own though.
You'll love these places."
	"Cool!"
	"Keep in mind though, you aren't to be drinking and driving.  None,
at all.  You go out, I'll drop you off and pick you up.  Cabs are too
expensive.  Consider it an unbreakable house rule."
	"Got it.  None, at all."  I confirmed.

	We drove around, I noted where the places were, and I saw a few
other places.  There was a gay retail store next to The Buffalo, which was
a leather bar.  There wasn't much by the country bar, but I wouldn't be
going there to shop for anything but a tight wrangler ass anyway.  The
country bar would become what is today Charlie's Las Vegas.  Same thing,
different name than it used to have.  It was way out there off of Arville
however, so I would only be going there for an occasional beer bust.  The
Eagle was actually close to where we lived.  Which was great.  I remembered
the DC Eagle, but hadn't been there often.  If this one was as fun, I would
be in hog heaven.

	After that we went to the grocery store, which like everywhere else
in Vegas has slots.  We got food and I picked up what I needed, then we
both gambled a twenty dollar bill.  We also both hit.  I was on Poker slots
and I hit a jackpot for a little over $2500 and Neil hit a slot jackpot for
$1199.  I remember that, and I would find out those were the ones to go
after because of the simple fact that anything $1200 and above had to be
claimed on taxes and you would get a W2-G to make sure the IRS knew.  Under
that, no W2-G.  I filled out the slip for my W2-G, we collected our
winnings from nice lady in the tiny slots cage, then went home.

	I was thoroughly beat, and as Neil followed me to the apartment,
with me carrying our groceries, he slapped my ass as he went by me to open
the door and informed me that the ass of my jeans was stained and wet
around where my hole was.  I just said "Fuck..." Softly.

	I got quite a bit of a lecture over that.  I nodded and agreed, and
told him that CJ said he was safe.  Neil said it didn't matter.  Always
wrap.  I said I hadn't expected what happened at all, and after the hit of
poppers, everything just didn't matter besides his cock and my ass.  Neil
sighed, and repeated to me to start being more careful.  I later learned
that he and Josh had lost a very dear friend of theirs, young guy like me,
named David, a couple years previously when they lived in Detroit, to
HIV/Aids.  I saw the tears well up in his eyes, and I jumped up at him as
fast as I could with tears starting to spill out my eyes, and wrapped him
in one of the longest, strongest hugs I have ever given another human.  I
understood, and I told him I understood in no uncertain terms.  We stood
there for at least 20 minutes, sobbing on each other's chest.  I told him I
was very, very sorry.  Both for the loss, and my inattentiveness and
carelessness.  I still follow that rule, to this very day, in honor of my
friend.

	We quieted down after that, I went out to his Blazer and got the
rest of our purchases from the day, and then watched TV.  When Josh came
home from work, he looked frazzled but in good spirits.  Neil asked us if
we wanted to go have a few drinks, and I nodded, then looked at Josh hoping
he would want to go.  He smiled and said he would only take a few minutes
to shower and get ready.

	I cleaned up my face and sheepishly changed into a new pair of
jeans Neil had bought for me that day.  I also put on one of the new, form
fitting shirts that Neil got for me at the Forum Shops.  I don't remember
the stores they came from, as we hit just about everyone.

	I walked out, modeling my new clothes, and Josh made a few cat
calls about my butt, and then showed me the ring and bracelet Neil had
bought for him that day.  I was stunned.  I had no idea how much they cost,
but holy fuck were they beautiful.

	Neil came out of his bedroom with a garment bag marked `Versace'
and I froze.  It was large enough.  He handed it to me.  I opened it, and
after looking at it for several minutes, my eyes misting up, it was that
jacket from the window.  Even the garment bag was exquisite.  I just stood
there for another several minutes, looking at it and at them, then back and
forth.  I couldn't say anything, my mouth hung open.  Finally I gathered my
whits.

	"How mu..."
	"Put it on.  And don't ask.  It's yours, and after what you've been
through over the past several months, you deserve it.  Just put it on, and
don't ask again." He smiled, and Josh smiled.
	I slid the zipper open slowly, then gently pulled out the jacket
and slipped it on.  "Neil...I...Thank you!"  And I grabbed them both and
hugged them.

	I kept that jacket on all night.  I would have slept in it.  We
went to (what is now) Charlie's.  Josh had a beer, I had a vodka cran, and
Neil had a soda (he was driving).  We had a hell of a good time together,
joking and ribbing each other.  I think our laughter was infectious.
Everyone around us was listening in, and occasionally piping in.  I went to
the bar to get another round for us and take them back to our buddy bar.
That's when I saw him.  He was almost as tall as me.  He had a grey Stetson
hat on, tight white t shirt, wranglers, and cowboy boots.  But not "showy".
It was all real.  He was real.

	Have you ever, truly, lost your breath?  Like lost your ability to
breath?  Yup.  That was it.

	I stood transfixed for a moment or two, and when he looked my way I
quickly looked back at the bartender, who was in the middle of a sentence.
"...sweet cheeks, I need to know what you want, or you need to move so
other people can order."  The bartender, who looked the part of a country
boy but sure as hell didn't talk like it, smiled at me when I flushed.  I
gave the drink order and paid.  Then as I was turning back toward where
Mr. Cowboy was standing, I noticed he was gone.

	Disappointment ran over me, so I took the drinks back to our buddy
bar.  I sat down and my friends saw I was flushed.  Neil looked at me
strange, and then Josh giggled.  We sat there for a few minutes, and I felt
a hand on my back.  When I turned around, there he was again.
	"I'm sorry, someone bumped me."  Said Mr. Cowboy.
	"Yeah.  I mean...well...no..."  I was an instant idiot.  Just add
Mr. Cowboy and stir.  Why was I getting like this?  I was like a deer in
headlights.  Except dumber.
	"Callum."  He said.
	"What?"  Again, idiot.
	He chuckled and smiled, showing possibly the most dazzling set of
pearly whites ever.  "My name.  Callum." He said with a slow-ish, country
drawl.
	I finally got it together, a little bit at least.  "Oh, yeah.
Ken." I blurted.  "I mean...my name is Ken.  Nice to meet you."

	I got a short whiff of him.  He smelled a tad bit of horses.
Little tiny bit of man funk too, but over all very pleasing and wildly
masculine.  No cologne.  My cock went wild, and I started blushing.

	"You ok?"  He asked.
	"Yeah," I managed, then told the truth.  "Just a little nervous, I
guess."
	"Don't know why.  You're" He said it with that damned, sexy, light
drawl again, like an educated but down to earth country boy.  Kind of came
out `Yur', but out of his gorgeous mouth it didn't sound one bit ignorant.
It sounded perfect.  "outright handsome.  Can't imagine why you would be
nervous."
	`Not nearly as amazing as you...' I thought wistfully.  The big
brown eyes looked right into mine.  Once again, I felt like a man was
reading my mind.  "Wow."  Was all I could say.
	He laughed a bit and smiled broader – which had the effect of
making me turn 50 shades of red and smile even bigger than him – and
said "Well, I best be gettin back to my friends.  It was great meeting you,
Ken.  Hope I see you around."
	I drew in his scent again, not so much to be noticeable, but enough
to fill myself with it.  "Um, yeah.  It was amazing to meet you, Callum.  I
hope too."  He chuckled as I stared like a moron at him and smiled a big
goofy smile, turning a few more shades of red.

	He walked back to his friends, throwing a glance over his shoulder,
and all I could do was sit there with my mouth open.  Shortly after that, I
got control back over myself and looked at Neil and Josh.  They were
laughing hard, but quietly.  Open mouthed even.
	"'...I hope too...'"  Laughed Josh.
	"'Wow'" said Neil and he laughed some more.
	"'Yeah.  I mean...well...no...'"  said Josh, then the both started
doubling over in laughter.
	"Go ahead, yuck it up Chuckles and Chuckles Jr."  I said, irritated
but still smiling like an idiot.
	"I have never seen anyone crash so hard, so fast."  Josh said,
wiping tears away from his face.
	"What the hell was with your breathing?"  Asked Neil, also wiping
away tears.  "I thought you were going to inhale the poor boy right through
your nostrils!"  Then they started roaring in laughter.  Even the guys at
the tables on each side of us were roaring.  I was so embarrassed I
couldn't look around.
	"I can't believe you two.  Yeah, so I was tongue tied.  It
happens." I said, honestly a tiny bit hurt.  But only because they were
right, and I was a dork.
	Neil and Josh finished laughing after another minute and wiped
their tears away.  I just sat there dumbfounded and flustered.

	I was kind of quiet after that, often stealing glances over at
Callum.  Every so often, he would glance back over at me and wink.  I would
smile, blush a bit, and then turn back to Neil and Josh.  I sat there,
responding to a question every so often, but not going into much detail.  I
know I looked childish, but that guy literally made me stupid.

	Let me describe Callum.  As I said, almost as tall as me.  And
close to the same musculature, but a bit bigger.  But where my body was
built at a gym, his was built from hard work.  He was all beef, a real man.
He might not have been as defined as me, but his body was more beautiful.
You could damned near see it through his clothes, but I'll save the finer
details for later.  Anyway.  He was all natural.  He walked with a slight
bow-legged swagger.  His smile was like pure, unfiltered starlight.  He had
blond hair, tanned skin, smooth features with one scar on his right cheek.
It didn't mar his appearance.  It only made him more attractive.  He had a
bit of blond stubble, barely noticeable, and blond hair sticking out under
the Stetson hat.  His waist was possibly one or two sizes larger than mine,
and he had a pretty flat belly.  He had some blond chest hair sticking out
of the neck of his t shirt, just enough to be horribly sexy and make me
want to lick it.  His legs and ass were beefy, the crotch positively
straining those wrangler jeans to the point of busting the seams.  His
boots, while not dirty, were work boots.  They were an honest man's boots.
But they served their function and more.  His huge arms, while not
grotesquely large, strained the t shirt sleeves like his crotch strained
the wranglers, and had some blond hair on them.  His shoulders were
massive, and I was dead certain after one look that he could easily bench
me.  Probably twirl me around like a baton.  And I'm a big guy myself.
There wasn't so much a fine V shape to his back.  It was a very solid V.
Mine was a tapered, cut V.  His was all business and a solid, BOLD V.
Fucking capital letter V.  Shit, there was even a V to his side profile.
The.  Man.  Had.  IT.

	Callum...well, you see, boys...He was a real fucking MAN.

	About an hour after us stealing glances back and forth, he finally
threw his bottle of Bud – not the pansy ass light shit, mind you – in
the trash, looked and me, reached up, tipped the brow of his Stetson down
slightly, smiled (of course, I was still smiling like a moron, and gave him
an even larger smile), then walked out.

	"Holy fuck."  Was all I could say as I turned to Neil and Josh.
	"You should have went over and talked to him, Ken."  Said Josh.
	"Are you fucking with me?  Did you see him?  I'm nowhere near that
man's league."
	"Oh, for christs' sake, Ken, you ARE that league."  Neil said with
a dramatic sigh.
	"Then you didn't look at him."
	"We both looked at him.  And you know something else?  He was
looking at you, Ken, but you were too busy going school girl fantasy crush
head over heels for him to actually look at him and see how he was looking
at you." Josh said, a small tone to his voice which meant he was serious.
	"I think you're both full of bullshit."
	"Ugh.  Fine.  But, next time you see him, and you will see him
again because I'm dragging your ass back here next week, same bat time,
same bat channel," Neil stated "and if you don't talk to him, I'm going to
talk to him for you.  You want mama Neil to do that?"  He asked, only half
joking I knew.
	"Ok.  Fine.  But, if he doesn't seem interested, you're paying for
my drinks for the rest of the night." I negotiated.
	"You're on."  Neil chuckled.

	The rest of the night went great.  We had a fun time, and I
realized just how fortunate I was to have these two fabulous beings as my
friends.  Josh, the older brother I never had.  My confidant, my
conspirator, my shoulder.  The man that taught me how to be compassionate,
forgiving and masculine all at the same time. Neil, the father figure I
never really had.  He had already given me my first scolding, and I
deserved it.  And, as I mentioned, I still follow the condom rule to this
day.  It might not be a death sentence anymore, but it's not a change I
need in my life.  But that's not the real reason I follow that rule.  It
is, again as I stated, to honor my friend.  He was the man that started
really teaching me how to be a man.  Not just a gay man, but a man in
everything.

	Do people really look at their friends and think stuff like that?
I do.  Not often, no.  But I do.  Everything that Gary and Matt had said to
me came rushing back into my head.  I was pretty open with Neil and Josh.
But I wasn't sharing everything about me.  I wasn't being completely open
and honest with who I was to them.  I felt the need for these two to see my
soul.  I would do exactly that.  I also needed them to know who they were
to me.  But, that would come with time.

Chapter 4 End

Author's note:

Well, here we are again.  Chapter 4 is written, but it was way too long, so
I'm splitting it up and getting this part of it out before I move.  I might
have to split it up into three parts, as there is additional information
and childhood experiences that are important that I'm considering adding
in.  I'm over halfway through editing it, so it shouldn't take too long,
possibly 2 weeks for the end of this portion of the story of my time in LV.
This is the beginning of my adventures in Las Vegas.  I have such bitter
sweet memories of that town, so much joy and so much sorrow.  And so many
awesome guys. Like most things, I guess.