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LAS VEGAS
God, I hate Las Vegas!. I have to come here twice a year for a convention, in November and August. I'd love to lay out by the pool and catch some rays, not to mention checking out the other guys, but its too damn cold in November and in August, its too fucking hot! For this I have to endure a four-hour plane ride, get to Las Vegas just before midnight, (3am according to my onboard clock) and then drag myself to the hotel, check in, and collapse in my bed.
But this November was different. I got up the next morning and it was sunny and, would you believe it, warm!. I slipped on my Speedo, pulled some shorts on over it and headed for the pool deck. There were a few hardy souls out there too, including one young guy that caught my eye. I cleverly plopped down on a lounge about 10 feet from him and hoped nature would take its course.
It soon did. He said hello, we talked, he moved closer, we talked some more and then he followed me up to my room. He said his name was Brian. We instantly stripped off our clothes, and sized each other up. He was gorgeous, about 5-8, 140 lbs, body like a gymnast, and had a hairy chest, hairy pubes and very hairy ass, which is something I notice immediately. We hit the bed and began to caress, fondle kiss and probe either other mercilessly. Then he rolled me over on my back and told me to just lie still and relax, whereupon his mouth descended on my cock. He started with just the tip then, ever so slowly, he took the whole length of it in his mouth, and withdrew it just as slowly. All the while I tried to make my body as limp as possible, to enjoy and savor every sensation. After several long, slow strokes my cum oozed into his mouth. That was the first of many loads we would share that afternoon.
Now it was Brian's turn. I told him to lie face down on the bed, get a pillow and get comfortable. I was going to give him a finger fuck he would never forget. I had put all my tools-of-the-trade in the nightstand drawer so I reached over and put a big dab of K-Y on my finger. He flinched as the cold jelly touched his pucker. At first I just pushed it little ways into his ass, then I shoved my finger in as deep as it would go and bent it down to press on his sweet spot. I slid the finger in and out a couple of times then added an extra finger. This time he winced a little as the two fingers stretched his hole. It's so much better massaging the gland with two fingers, and he felt it too. I rubbed him furiously and he squirmed more and more. All of the sudden his whole body convulsed and his first load spurted onto the sheets below him. Neither of us had touched his cock, but he shot his creamy wad anyway.
Now I wanted his cock in my ass, and I told him that in so many words. His equipment was out of commission, at least for a little while. Brian told me to lie on the bed and he would get me ready while he got his batteries recharged. I didn't know exactly what he meant by "get me ready" but I was a willing victim anyway. I laid down and got comfortable, clutching the pillow. He disappeared into the bathroom and, as I heard him fill the sink with hot water and slosh a bar of ivory soap in it until the water was cloudy with the soap. He returned in about five minutes with a bulging rubber enema bag full of hot soapy water and the fattest, longest colon tube I have ever seen was attached to it. He grinned as he saw my reaction and told me to just relax and that everything would be fine if I cooperate. I didn't have any choice. He hung the bag about two feet above the nightstand by using a clothes hanger over the closet door. This was a spot he carefully picked so it would be easy for me so see as it hung there. I clutched the pillow like a long lost friend and waited for my treatment. He snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and reached into the little suitcase he has brought for a tube of Surgilube, which he proceed to apply liberally to the tube and my ass. He sat on the bed next to me, and worked some lube into my hole. He then inserted about two inches of the tube. He told me to go limp, and I obeyed. Then, ever so slowly he pushed the tube into me. I felt it as it navigated the big turn out of my bowel and into the colon proper. I had used a tube on myself before, but never this big, and never did it feel so strange but good. When he got about 8 inches inside, he started to let the water flow slowly. The first blast of warm soapy water caused me to cramp a little, and he patiently waited for that to pass. Then he continued the insertion and flow at the same time. All in all, it took him 20 minutes to get the tube about 30 inches inside my guts, and all 3 qts of water delivered to the right spots along the way. There were some anxious moments when a little wave of cramps would pass, but all-in-all it was wonderful and I was almost exhausted from being on the brink of cumming for all that time. By the time I got up and went to the toilet to let it out I could see that he was hard as a rock as well. I unloaded and laid down on my back on the bed, spread my legs and put myself at his disposal.
His uncut cock was about 9 inches long and slender, or at least the length made is seem so. He got on his knees between my legs and made sure I got the full visual impact of it all. He grabbed a rubber and unrolled it slowly, teasing it as he went. Then he applied some more Surgilube to me and his cock and got on his hands and knees over me. I'm glad that's the way he likes it, because I wanted to feel his hairy chest on mine as he slowly and carefully pressed the tip of his rod into my rear door. At first it seemed okay, but as he continued to press I realized that he was bigger around than I thought. I told him that, but he just smiled and continued, slowly and steadily. I remembered the trick of pushing out on him like I was taking a dump, and that was all it took for his cockhead to slip inside me. He stopped for a minute while I caught my breath. It hurt but I was so drugged on my own adrenaline and endorphins I didn't really notice, much less care. Now he pushed quickly inside me, further and further. I didn't realize his cock was so long. I felt so full with him lying on top of me, almost like I did when the enema was still inside me.
Now he started to grind in and out of me, each stroke was pushed into the hilt then pulled out until it almost popped out of what had been my cherry. I was writhing from a combination of pain and ecstasy, my arms around his back hugging him nd kissing him with total abandon. Suddenly he lurched into me and I felt the spasms in his groin as he filled his condom with his sticky cum. That pushed me over the edge too, and I spewed my second load in between our hot bodies. As we both wriggled some, his cum worked itself all into that wonderful strip of hair that runs from his chest to his navel. He collapsed on me, we rolled over and panted, hugging each other and basking in the afterglow.
I don't know if we actually fell asleep, but we didn't move for half an hour. I was still groggy when I got up and went to the bathroom to take a leak. He followed, and drained his bladder too. I was sweaty and dirty and headed for the shower. It was an oversized shower stall, separate from the tub because this was the deluxe room that I got for being the last one to check in the hotel the night before. God works his wonders in strange ways. Brian invited himself into the shower as I hoped he would and we proceeded to help each other get clean ... and hard ... again. The hand held shower massage was a popular toy. We took turns using it on ourselves and each other in just about ever imaginable way.
Then I told Brian it was my turn to have my cock up his ass, and I reminded him that when I finger fucked him earlier he needed a good cleanout as much as I did. I positioned him with his hands on the wall, bending over, and promptly unscrewed the showerhead from the hose. When he saw this he wasn't sure whether to stay or run away, but the thought of the warm water in his guts made him stay. I carefully turned the water down to a slow rate, made it just a little cooler than he had expected, and held it against his tight little asshole. Brian twitched as the first of the cool water invaded his bowels. Unlike my enema, one like this produces an immediate urge to go, so I told him to hold it tight until that feeling passes and the water starts to make its way up into his guts. It hard to know how much I gave him but I could see that his normally flat, ripped abs were swollen when I removed the hose from his butthole. He hurriedly sat on the can and it came gushing out. By the time he got back into the shower, I had reattached the showerhead and made the water comfortably warm again. Then I let him watch as I encased my swollen cock in a rubber and spread some lube on it. He got the message and bent over against the wall of the shower, and, while he hung onto the towel rack, I proceeded to enter him.
He must have been a virgin, because even my smallish dick was painful to him, so much so that I had to withdraw and get him ready by inserting first two then three fingers. I was determined to be gentle, but just as determined to get my aching cock all the way into that beautiful hairy asshole. On the second try things went better. I told him the trick and I was able to get inside without his trying to stop me.
Brian was the best fuck I ever had. Once I started pumping him he was a compete slut. He reached around and grabbed by buttocks and pulled me into him. He alternately squeezed and relaxed his ass muscles so that I felt the friction all the way up and down my cock as I pumped him hard and fast. He knew when I was ready to cum and he reached down between his legs and squeezed my balls just as the first spasm hit me. Then I reached around him and grabbed his cock with my soapy hands and jacked him with both hands until he unloaded for the third time all over the wall of the shower. We were both weak in the knees after that, but somehow we managed to rinse ourselves off, get dry and collapsed on the bed. The next thing I remember was him getting up to open the door to get the supper he had ordered from room service.
We sat on the bed, watched an old sitcom, ate our dinner and hugged and kissed and caressed each other. After dinner I fell asleep and he left. The next morning was cold again, and I had to work anyway. He left me a note where to get in touch with him at the next convention. God, do I love Las Vegas!