Hot Times in the Winterlands
by X-phile

     During Christmas break, I accompanied my aunt and uncle on a 
bus trip to Reno.  We had a good time on the trip up and made a 
few friends.  But by the second day my uncle was in a sour mood 
because he wasn't winning.  He agreed to try to teach me Blackjack; 
I think he wanted to see someone else lose a pile of money for a 
change.
     We went down to the casino after a very late supper and were 
surprised to find the place fairly empty.  When we approached the 
BJ table the dealer was very friendly and explained that there 
was usually very little action after midnight in the middle of 
the week.  We explained that I knew nothing of the game and he 
agreed to allow my uncle to kibbitz behind my shoulder.
     The dealer was a young guy probably in his early thirties, 
tall, obviously no stranger to long workouts.  His black hair was 
slicked back in that way that tells you he doesn't give a damn what 
you think.  We were all three laughing and carrying on because my 
beginners luck was pretty much up and down; we just kept shoving 
stacks of chips around the table back and forth.  Unfortunately I 
couldn't seem to hold onto the money for very long.
My uncle decided to try his luck at Keno and said he'd be back in 
a few.  I continued to dabble at the table, hoping my luck would 
improve.  The dealer, his name was Jeff, was a total pro, but I 
noticed we made a lot of eye contact in the next half hour.  I 
yawned and said I thought I might go up to my room in the hotel 
and smoke a joint and relax.  He said that sounded like fun so I 
asked him when he would be getting off work and would he like to 
come up for a smoke before he went home.  He smiled and said ok.  
My head was kind of light because I'm not usually so forward with 
other guys; he had to remind me to tell him what room number to 
look for.  I gave him a nice little stack of chips as my uncle 
had taught me (when the dealer's friendly) and went up to the 
room.
     I barely had time to roll a couple of bombers when he knocked 
on the door.  I was really nervous because I was sharing the room 
with my aunt and uncle and I was afraid that they would come up 
to the room.  But I opened the window a bit and he lit the first 
J.  We looked out at the view and didn't say much.  After the 
buzz hit, he sat down in the chair by the TV so I sat by his 
feet and we passed the smoke back and forth.  As I reached up I 
slipped and sort of landed on his left leg.  He braced my arm 
so I wouldn't fall but as I looked up at him the moment was 
distorted and seemed to last much longer, like when you are in 
an accident and time slows down.  He took the smoke out of my 
fingers and moved his ass so that his crotch was pressing 
against my left hand, which was between his legs on the chair.  
He sort of rubbed his crotch up and down against my forearm.  
I looked up at his face again and he just smiled.  I moved to 
the side a little and put my face down low over his groin.  
I inhaled deeply as if I could smell his cock.  He slid his 
ass down in the chair a little and I unbuckeled his belt and 
opened his jeans.  Like most of the hunky studs in the area, 
he wore his pants really tight to show off his gorgeous butt 
and display his tools.   I had a devil of a time getting his 
cock out but he finally raised his ass up and I pulled the 
jeans down past his knees to his ankles.  He was wearing boxers 
with some little design on them.  I imagined his girlfriend 
giving him the shorts for Christmas.  Then he jerked and his 
cock popped out of the fly without any trouble.  I took it in 
my hand and placed my mouth on the top of his knob.  He sighed 
and the tension seemed to go out of him so I started sucking up 
and down.  His dick was long and slender with a huge forest of 
black hair at the base.  I couldn't get the entire length down 
my throat so I moved to his side and dove back onto his joint.  
From this angle I could wedge the entire pecker into my gullet.  
My nose pressed against his ball sack on each downstroke.  He 
began to move his hips, fucking my mouth.  He put his arm on 
my back and his hand on the back of my head urged me to continue 
working his joint down my throat.  I played with his balls and 
my fingers dropped down to tickle the hairs below.  He opened 
his legs a little and I could feel the warmth of his asshole 
like steam rising off wet pavement after a summer rain.  I 
touched his ass with my finger and he moaned so I licked my 
fuck finger and gently probed his ass.  He suddenly went wild, 
bucking and straining, his legs closed together on my wrist.  
He shoved my head down onto his prick and suddenly he was 
cumming.  He must have blasted a quart of spunk down my throat 
but I didn't get to taste most of it.  Before he was finished 
I was wretching and gagging, but I didn't lose more than a few 
drops of his breeder stew.  He relaxed and I got my hand back, 
still sucking gently to wring the last drops out of his flacid 
prick.  I ran my other hand up his chest and played with the 
hair around his nipples for a minute.  Then he sat up and 
pulled on his pants.  We smoked the rest of the joint after 
he was dressed and he said no woman had ever sucked him like 
that.  I told him the pleasure was entirely mine and we walked 
to the door.  Before he left, he pulled me to him and hugged me 
fiercely, rubbing against my body.  He clearly understood that 
I had a raging hardon but somehow he also understood that I 
didn't want him to touch it.  Before he released me, he kissed 
me gently on the neck and said goodbye.  Then he was out the 
door and gone.
     I couldn't wait.  I flung off my clothes and leaped onto 
the bed, pulling my pud like mad.  I usually take a really long 
time to blow my load but this time it was a matter of seconds 
before a great stream of jiz blew up over my head and onto the 
wall over the bed.  A second and third shot arced up across my 
belly and chest, some landing in my hair.  I felt like I was 
being split in two, and then a final shot landed right on my 
face.  I reached out with my tongue and got a wad of spunk for 
my trouble.
     After I came back down and my breathing was normal, I 
realized that Aunt Sandy and Uncle Tony might walk back in at 
any second.  So I ran around the room trying to erase any sign 
of what had just gone on.  I jumped into the shower to get 
cleaned up and I jerked off there again.  By the time I was 
clean, I was just a damp rag, ready for bed.
     The next afternoon Aunt Sandy woke me up at around 
2:00pm.  She told me that she and uncle Tony had played Keno 
from midnight to around 10:00am.  They won some money and 
wanted to take me to get something to eat.  I didn't tell 
her that I'd already eaten before I went to bed.