Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2013 18:01:02 -0800 (PST)
From: T Baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Last Night in Town

My Last Night in Town
© 2013 by hgo469@yahoo.com
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

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If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
reading/possessing such materials is illegal, [ask yourself why you are
still living there and] exit now.

This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do
get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to
someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in
real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.

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	"...and thank you for your kind applause. This concludes our
presentation, as you exit the room one of my assistants will give you a
copy of this week's seminar in DVD as well as an envelope that contains
complimentary passes for both tonights dinner and tomorrows breakfast
buffet here in this hotel."
	I had eaten in that buffet every day for the past week, by now I
suspect that I had gained ten pounds at least, still the food was good and
a man had to eat didn't he? My only regret was that I hadn't had anyone to
share it with since the pass was good for both me and a guest and I was
here alone. Oh well, I headed for the bar – after all the bullshit I had
listened to I needed something to wash it down – I guess the boss
thought he was doing me a favor sending me to Atlantic City for a week, all
expenses paid, only he seemed to forget that I lived in the city that
Atlantic City was trying to be, Las Vegas, and a week in a casino hotel
wasn't all that much of a treat.
	I finished my drink, turned down two working girls, and headed to
the elevator lobby to go up and get into something a bit more
comfortable. Since I was going to go down to the buffet in a bit I couldn't
get as totally comfortable as I would like, but I didn't think that they
would welcome me with open arms if I were to arrive in the nude.
	The boss had intended to make this trip himself so he had booked
one of those VIP suites with an in-room jacuzzi and a view out over the
boardwalk into the ocean. When at the last moment he hadn't been able to
make the trip he couldn't change the accommodations so along with the first
class plane ticket I had one of the suites that generally only went to
high-rollers.
	To get to the elevator lobby I passed the arcade where the games
that the kids could play – now I hadn't played many video games since
"Space Invaders" so I didn't pay much attention to them, only hotel
security was blocking access to the elevators due to some sort of injury of
a customer and the paramedics were working in the lobby. The security guard
said I would have to use the stairs if I was in a hurry, that they were
sorry for the delay, but it would only be a few minutes. Since the stairs
all the way up to the 37th floor didn't appeal to me I decided to wait and
walked into the arcade. Like I said I hadn't been in a video arcade in a
long time and I was amazed at the sort of games there were in there. Now
the video arcade games didn't pay off in money, but based on what I had
experienced in slot machines there was any difference. Back in the corner
there was a bank of old-fashioned pin-ball games – well, not exactly
old-fashioned since I had never seen anything like them back when I was a
kid but at least they still had a steel ball that bounced around on a
slanted play-board.
	The games weren't all that special, but the only kid who was
playing one of them certainly was. He was somewhere between 16 and 18,
about 5'7" and perhaps 130# with light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was a
real keeper to say the least. Oh yeah, and he really knew how to play the
game – he was racking up the points hot and heavy and even managed to
earn an extra ball before he lost the one he was playing almost every
time. Finally his string of luck ran out and his last ball fell off the
board – the display asked him to place his name as the new champion and
when he did so I noticed that the top seven scores were all his.
	"Not a bad run," I said as he finished entering his name.
	"I've done better, the machine erases the high scores every week so
if you want your name to be on top you have to come and play again next
week."
	"Now if you could only do that well on the slots," I said.
	"First I have to be allowed to play them and for that I still have
a four year wait."
	That made him 17, I guess my ability to guess ages hadn't deserted
me. "You live here then?"
	"Yeah, at least for the moment."
	"I didn't know that local guys were even allowed to come in to play
in the arcade," I seen security hustle some kids out of the place a couple
of day ago and when I asked I was told that the arcade was only for the
guests of the hotel.
	"Oh, I'm not local, Aunt Jes and I are staying here while she works
in the cabaret, she is part of the singing group and when they extended her
stay for the rest of the summer she got them to include a bungalow out back
so I guess you could say I'm living here at the moment."
	"That doesn't sound like too bad a deal, living in a hotel on the
Boardwalk for the summer."
	"Yeah, I got everything, a pool, the beach, the Boardwalk,
everything except I don't know anyone, even when I meet someone he is only
going to be here for another day or two at the most. To be quite honest
with you I sick of it, I just want to go back home where at least I have a
few friends."
	"Well, you said you were here with your Aunt Jes, what about going
home to your parents?"
	He laughed. "Sure, only mom died three years ago ..."
	"Sorry," interjected.
	"... thanks, and the last I heard my sperm-donor dad was doing 25
to life for killing her."
	Oops, I think I had put my foot in that one.
	"And it's not like any of my friends are going to be able to make a
trip from Montana to Atlantic City during the summer when they are all
expected to be at home working on the ranch from sunrise to sunset. So I
guess Atlantic City is a great place to be – NOT!"
	"I guess I can identify with that a little bit since this isn't any
treat for me either – I live in Las Vegas for sure the casinos and such
are nothing special to me either."
	"Yeah, but at least you can get a drink or see a show if you want
to. I've eaten in that coffee shop so much that I think I know the menu
better than the waitress's."
	I chuckled, then I had a thought, "Do you ever eat in the buffet?"
	"Not a chance, you have to be over 21 to get in without someone
escorting you and Aunt Jes is either working or sleeping whenever it is
open."
	"Well, I think I'm well over 21 and I just happen to have an extra
pass for dinner in the buffet tonight so how about I invite you to join
me?"
	"Hey man, I'm sorry if it sounded like I was telling you my tale of
woe just to get something out of you, that was the last thing on my mind."
	"No problem. I'm tired of eating alone and as for eating with any
of the others who are here for the seminar, I've had enough of them to last
me for a while at least."
	He gave me a smile that I think might contribute to global warming.
	"I don't want to be a problem," he said.
	Him, a problem? Not too likely. I glanced out into the hallway and
say that security was now allowing the normal passage of people into the
elevator lobby. "I'm just going to go up to my suite for a minute and
change."
	"What are you going to change into?" he asked with a smile.
	"Oh, a wise guy, huh? I think we are going to get along just
fine. Why don't you come up with me. I've got one of those fancy
high-roller VIP suites and the view is fantastic."
	"You're sure?"
	"You're not going to knock me on the head and take the few dollars
I have in my pocket are you?"
	He laughed again. "Nothing less than $1,000,000 and a weeks head
start for me."
	"Then let's go." I turned and headed toward the elevator. As I
waited I realized that I didn't even know my new friend's name. Oh well,
what's in a name when the boy is as lovely as this one.

	I opened the door and ushered him inside the suite. The view up and
down the Boardwalk was magnificent to say the least. There were still
plenty of people out on the sand as well an a number of sailboats running
up and down the coastline and several freighters inbound and outbound. If
you looked almost straight down you could see the parade of people, some of
them just moving from one hotel to another while others were still looking
out at the sand and sea and he seemed to be fascinated by all of it.
	He looked over at the Jacuzzi and then asked, "Have you used that?"
	"A couple of times."
	"But can't people out on the beach look up into the room?"
	"Nah, from the outside the windows look like mirrors, even at night
when the room is lit up. The mirrored look, combined with the outside
lights that bathe the entire building, make it impossible to see in from
the outside."
	"Far out," he said.
	It only took me a couple of minutes to change from the suit and tie
I had worn all day to jeans and a polo shirt with sneakers that was what I
wore most of the time. "You ready to go?" I asked as I re-entered the room.
	He looked up, "You sure changed fast," he said, "I'm as ready as
I'll ever be, lead on."
	When we got down to the buffet room there was a rather long line
only my guest card also worked as a line pass and we were quickly
seated. The food was first class and as I watched him eat I came to the
conclusion that I wouldn't want to have to feed him all the time – I was
amazed that he was still so thin with the amount of food he managed to put
away. As for me, well I did my share of damage with a knife and fork, only
my attention was diverted much of the time by just watching this lovely
young man – the most I saw the more I wanted to see. There hadn't been
much conversation and I really think that I could have almost read from the
sparks generated by his fork hitting the plate, but he wasn't impolite or
anything like that, but it looked like he hadn't seen food in a week.
	After a couple of exotic desserts I sat back to allow my mean
settle a bit before I went anywhere. The server came over to ask if there
was anything else he could get us and my first thought was to ask if they
had a wheelchair to carry me up to my suite after eating that much, and now
that he mentioned it perhaps he would like to stay and help me undress,
only I didn't say anything except to thank him for his first class service.
	When the server had left my dinner guest spoke, "Are you going to
use that Jacuzzi tonight?"
	"I was thinking about it, only first I have to get together the
energy to make it from here back up to my suite." I chuckled.
	"If you really need help I'm sure I can provide it," he said with a
smile. "But if you were going to use the Jacuzzi I was going to ask if I
might be able to join you. I've only used one a couple of times and never
one that large or with that sort of a view."
	I laughed. "I think that could be arranged."
	"Great."
	I rose from the table and together the two of us headed back toward
the elevators. He walked right beside me and occasionally managed to rub
his shoulder against my arm. Was he making sure I understood his
intentions? I certainly hoped so.
	Back in the suite I went over to the Jacuzzi and looked at the
temperature gage, it was warm but not as warm as I wanted to I reset the
thermostat and turned on the water jets. "It should be ready in about ten
minutes," I said. "Would you like something to drink while we're waiting?"
	He nodded his agreement.
	I looked into the mini-fridge, "I've got cola and beer."
	He looked at me and smiled that ten thousand watt smile of his.
	"I guess a beer won't hurt you," I said as I pulled two out and
opened then. Then I crossed the room and handed one to him.
	"Here's to good friends, present and absent," he said as he touched
his bottle to mine and then be both took a drink.
	After a couple of minutes of silence while we both just looked out
as the last of the sunlight disappeared and the lights on the Boardwalk
came on to illuminate the sand closest to it while the actual edge
disappeared in the darkness, he said, "I don't have any sort of swimsuit
you know."
	"That's okay."
	"And I'm going commando at the moment."
	I smiled, "I never wear anything in a Jacuzzi either."
	He smiled and then placed his beer on the end table before pulling
his t-shirt off over his head. I've known plenty of guys who would have at
least started to turn away at this point but he didn't. After he threw the
t-shirt on the couch he kicked off his shoes and then pulled off his socks,
stuffing them into his shoes. I just stood there and watched.
	"Only one more item to remove, remember, I said I was going
commando," he said with a wicked smile.
	I started to undress myself, it sort of felt strange to be
undressing in front of a window that looked out onto the beach, only I
reminded myself that no one could see into the suite, even if they had been
hanging there on a rope. When I got down to my briefs I stuck my thumbs
into the waistband and shoved then down as well so that I now stood there
in front of this lovely young man in nothing more than my birthday suit.
	He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants so that they fell to his
ankles, it took all of my will-power to keep from allowing my jaw to drop
open. He was beautiful to say the least. His circumcised boyhood displayed
a good seven inches in length and a good two inches in diameter, and it
grew from a totally smooth groin. The first time I had seen him I was
impressed, but now that I had seen all of him I knew that I was more than
impressed, when nature made him they must have thrown away the mold as I
had never seen the likes of him in all my days. I felt my manhood stirring
and I knew that if I didn't get into the water where the turbulence would
hide my growing erection I was going to be standing there with a massive
hard-on. Quickly I stuck one foot into the bubbling water.
	"It feels about right," I said as I stepped down into the pool and
sat down so that the water came up to my nipples.
	He followed me into the water and sat down on the underwater bench
directly across from me. Both of us could look to one side and see the
beach, only my eyes were only directed at him.
	"Man, now this is the way to end a day," he said as I reached back
to capture his beer and take a long pull.
	I was afraid to say much of anything, afraid that what ever I might
say could cause him to decide to leave, and for sure that was something
that I didn't what to have happen.
	He took another swallow and then placed his beer back on the table,
then he slid forward a bit until he was into the water up to his neck with
his feet floating directly at me. Through the bubbling water I was 100%
sure but it looked as if I wasn't the only one who was having a problem
hiding an erection. Since he didn't have any pubic bush it didn't stand out
quite as much, but I know that way I saw was more than enough.
	"You like the view?" he asked as he slowly worked his way around
the pool until he was directly beside me. "I know I do."
	Before I could say anything his hand drifted over onto my thigh,
his fingers working their way in between my legs so that one digit could
start rubbing against my scrotum. My nine inch man-tool was quick to react
to his touch, standing long and proud. Even before I could start to return
the pleasures he was giving me he moved around onto his knees directly in
front of me, his other hand joining the first one as both hands started to
work their way down into the crack of my ass until one finger managed to
find the rosebud of my puckered anus. I used my arms to help support my
shoulders so that he could manage to move my ass off the bench and up into
the water, bring my cock up to where the head now broke through into the
air above the water line.
	He bent forward, first pulling back the amply foreskin and exposing
the purple mushroom of my cockhead. He bent forward a bit more and touched
the tip of his tongue on the very tip and then he lowered himself a bit
more until his lips were now kissing it as his tongue began trying to gain
entry into the piss slit on the very tip. After washing the smooth skin
that surrounded the slit he opened his mouth and slowly pressed forward
until he had the entire cockhead inside his mouth and then clamped his lips
around the gans to help hold it in place.
	After spending a bit more time working on the mushroom-shaped
cockhead he slowly started working his lips down the shaft when the head
slowly pressed deeper and deeper into the hot confines of his oral cavity
until the head bumped against the entry to his throat. He stopped and used
his tongue to wash the fleshy invader while he used one hand to massage the
several inches of meat that still remained outside him. Now he pressed
harder until finally his muscles relaxed and the cockhead was able to once
again move forward, this time deeply into his waiting throat until his lips
and nose were buried in the wiry hair of my pubic bush. Now he used his
hand to rub his throat as my throbbing man-tool enjoyed the tight confines
of his throat.
	I was beginning to become concerned about his lack of oxygen when
he pulled back until only my cockhead was still captured at which time he
took several deep breaths before once again swallowing my fleshy pole into
his throat. Again and again he took the invader deep inside him while using
his throat muscles to massage my tool and then suddenly I felt my nuts
starting to withdraw into their sac as they started to pulse and deposit
the first of several large loads of my juices deep into his throat. He
pulled back until my loads were filling his mouth now so that he might
taste the juices as I deposited them, again and again until finally it
petered out as he sucked the last few drops into his vacuuming mouth. It
was only when he was certain that he couldn't find any more that he sat
back up and allowed my bottom to fall back to the seat under the water.
	"You taste good," he said as he licked his lips.
	I just smiled as I now moved myself around in an attempt to
duplicate his actions only to have him stop me.
	"Please," he said, "I am a total bottom, I don't need or want you
to do anything that might cause me to feel the least bit in control. It is
my mission to provide for your pleasure."
	I thought about that for a moment, could it be that someone had
sent him to me as a gift of some sort. "Were you told to pick me up?" I
finally asked. "Did you expect me?"
	"No Sir," he said.
	"Then ..." I started to ask only he stopped me.
	"Sometimes things happen," he said with a slight smile.
	He ran his hand back across my thigh and then nestled his head
against me. At that point I didn't feel that I needed to ask any more
questions, at least for the moment, and just enjoyed his being there beside
me in the warm jets of water.

	We must have sat there in silence except for the rushing of the
water jets for at least half an hour until both of us were beginning to
look almost like prunes. Personally I was afraid that I might doze off and
end up drowning, I was tired to begin with and now after the massive orgasm
he had coaxed from me coupled with the warm water massage I was falling
asleep. I disturbed him a bit as I started to stand. At once he sprung to
his feet and climbed from the water ahead of me, grabbing one of the towels
that were on the stand beside the Jacuzzi and handing it to me and then
helping me to climb from the swirling waters. Only after I was standing on
the carpet did he take a towel for himself which he actually didn't use
right away as he directed all of his attention to helping me dry first.
	"That was great, but now I think I need a shower to wash away the
chlorine before I get some sleep – I have a fairly early flight in the
morning."
	He just smiled and then followed me into the bathroom off the
Master bedroom. To say that the bathroom was large was really an
understatement – it was huge, and I suspect that at least four guys
could have showered at the same time without feeling crowded. There were
shower heads at three different levels along the walls as well as some that
flowed down from the ceiling and even a couple that came up from the
floor. I had been enjoying this shower ever since I arrived but this was
the first time that I had been able to share it with another person.
	When I started to wash he stopped me and took the bar of soap from
me and began to wash me himself – his touch was almost electric as he
didn't miss a single inch of my body. He paid careful attention to my cock
and balls, but didn't try to bring me back to full erection. Then when he
had finished, while I was rinsing he quickly washed himself and then when I
turned off the water he used two towels to dry me with the same attention
to detail that he had used while I was showering. Again he dried himself
quickly and then joined me in the bedroom.
	"Would you like me to stay with you tonight?" he asked in an almost
shy voice.
	Instead of answering him I wrapped my arms around his smooth body
and dragged both of us into the bed. It was only I thought about it for a
moment that I asked, "Will your Aunt Jes be worried if you aren't home when
she gets in?"
	"Not a problem."
	I took him at his word and pulled him up tight against me, spoon
fashion, my arm around him, inhaling the scent of him. I felt I was in
heaven.

	I awoke and it took a moment to remember where I was and who I was
with. The room was still dark, there wasn't even any light trying to peer
through the heavy drapes across the large windows so I knew that it was
still well before dawn. I did have a flight home in the morning, but I had
made sure that I didn't have to be to the airport until at least noon, I
hate to have to get up and going before the crack of dawn.
	And thinking about cracks, I now felt that my cock was fully erect
and was rubbing inside the crack between the ass-cheeks of my new
friend. He was directing me toward the puckered rosebud of his anus. It
became obvious in a hurry that he had already been working some lubrication
in to make it easier to enter him. I pressed just a bit and felt my cock
pushing into his welcoming anal opening. It didn't take very long for him
to start pressing back harder against me and before very long I felt the
lips of his boy-pussy clamp around the head of my cock, welcoming the
fleshy invader inside him.
	I just lay there for a bit, enjoying the feeling as his anal
muscles worked their magic around my rigid tool, and then he pressed back
more to start swallowing more of the rigid cock. I pressed forward myself
as inch after inch of my meat made its way inside him until I felt his
ass-cheeks bump against my groin, I had entered him completely in a single
stroke.
	He started to moan as I slowly moved us so that now he was on his
stomach and I was plowing into him from above. I started to grind myself
against him while he clawed against the pillows. "Fuck me. FUCK ME! Please
FUCK ME!" he moaned through clenched teeth.
	I used my hands to pull him up onto his knees, being careful not to
allow my man-tool to pull back out of him, and then when I did finally did
withdraw a bit it was only to plow back into him again.
	"YES, FUCK ME, HARD!" he shouted it this time as he pushed back
against the male pole that had invaded his anal cavity.
	I started a rhythmic pattern of strokes which increased in tempo as
I enjoyed the hot warmth of his love-canal. His sphincter grasped tightly
to the invader, doing its best to make sure that it didn't completely
withdraw. Deeper and deeper I drove into him while he moaned encouragement,
telling me to fuck him harder and harder. I knew that it wasn't going to
take very much time for me to blast my load of hot man-juices into him –
my balls were ready to explode. And then it happened, suddenly I knew that
I couldn't hold off any longer, I was going to have to pour into him the
hot juices that his talented anal muscles had coaxed out of me – with a
shout of my own the first load of jism blasted into him.
	As I erupted inside him I felt his body shake as well and when I
ran my hand underneath him I encountered his puddle of cum that I had
actually fucked out of him.
	He collapsed into the cum puddle while his sphincter muscles did
their best to trap my now deflating member until it once reached its
flaccid state and withdrew with an audible 'Pop!' I fell onto the bed
beside him and then pulled him tight against me, kissing his neck and then
giving him a long, hard open-mouthed kiss that we only broke because both
of our bodies were crying out for fresh air. We snuggled back together and
fell back into a state of sexually satisfied sleep.

	When I woke the room was still dark, only now I could see that
bright sunshine was beating against the windows that faced the ocean
view. At the same time I realized that I was alone in the bed. I didn't
hear any sounds from either the bathroom or the front room – where was
my sexy bed partner from the night before?
	I have to admit that my first thought when I found that he was gone
was to check to see that nothing besides my load of cum had left the room
with him, a quick check showed that everything was as it should be and I
chastised myself for automatically thinking the worst of him. The only
evidence in the room that he had ever been there was the now dry puddle cum
on the bed and the extra used towels, if not for that I might have thought
that he was just a very vivid dream.
	As I was leaving the hotel a couple of hours later I noticed that
the marquis near the front entrance that showed all of the acts that were
currently appearing in the hotel did not include and female singers, let
alone one named 'Jes'. It was at that time that I realized that I had never
even learned his name, but for sure I wasn't ever going to forget him.

The End