Reluctantly, Marc agreed. The visit to Vegas had been spontaneous. Marc wasn't comfortable with spontaneity. He was a planner, a list maker, a man who organized his days and nights feeling satisfied when he had crossed everything off each day's list of things to do.
"Man you're 40 years old, loosen up" he was often told by the group of friends he dined, drank and went place with.
Marc never understood totally. Even with those friends, each gathering was organized to his satisfaction. Yet they did seem to have more fun then he. And he would click on the delete button as each event was completed, feeling happy it was over.
And now he stood holding a beer bottle, watching throngs of men of all ages do what he only did occasionally. The music was loud, the bass so strong it vibrated his skeleton. He moved about knowing his friends were out there somewhere among the crowd, moving their body to a rhythm defined by the shirtless DJ in a booth high over head.
The lights danced as the men did, back forth, quick, slow, bright, dark, flashing and evolving.
He saw the younger man, a boy really, dancing. Marc was unsure if the guy was dancing with one or several others around him. With the right light, the bright red hair got even redder. It was long enough to move as its owner did. It was short enough to attract Marc's attention too, he liked military looking guys.
He looked away, searching for his friends among the crowd. Marc moved into the throng enjoying the close up sights of bare chests, gyrating hips, large pupil boys and men enjoying whatever they used to enhance the experience.
Jason, Steve & Donnie were together, all shirtless and coated with sweat and the sparkles that had doused the crowd. He stepped back and forth being social with them for a short time. He held up his bottle signaling he needed another beer and left.
Beside him at the bar was the half naked redhead he had seen earlier. "Having fun?" He asked.
"What?" the boy replied and Marc moved his mouth to the boys ear, surprised he was doing that much.
"I said you look like you're having fun"
The boy touched his arm gently holding the bare skin. Marc felt a light shock.
"Are you?" the boy asked.
The beer arrived and Marc was distracted giving him time to reply. But the lad was gone. Marc looked around and saw the bare back of the boy. And to his surprise the face turned back towards him and smiled.
Marc wished he had kissed the boy without an invitation.
"Be bold or you'll end up alone" one friend had advised him long ago.
Kelly had been with him for three years. He met Marc at a charity event and seemed to gravitate to him. "Sometimes you just know" Kelly said.
His freckled skin delighted Marc and spooning with him was even more delightful. But Kelly had to pursue his own life and soon hid his freckles with a uniform that took him far away.
When Kelly's mother called, Marc was stunned. Not only was the death a shock but that Kelly's mother knew about the two of them and was supportive enough to call, was even more of a shock.
There had been so many times the two of them could have visited her, invited her or included her. It might have been a family life that Marc never knew as an orphan.
The beer somehow felt colder, more refreshing and even more of stimulation. He moved back into the large dance floor area, staring at the dancing DJ who seemed to be more into the music then Marc was. He stared for longer then intended.
As Marc's eyes lowered back to the throngs, he was there. Arms in the air, torso weaving in a graceful yet forceful way that enticed Marc to continue to watch.
His jeans seemed to have slid down his body more now, either because of his movements, his sweat coated body or the lack of underwear (a fact Marc later discovered).
Marc watched. He felt his own body moving enough to feel comfortable about standing on the side and staring.
The boy turned. The two lines of back muscles flexed as he moved, his denim defined buttocks hypnotically moving, his arms still waving in the air as is superfluous to his being, two banners declaring his desire to become one with the bass beat.
He turned back, and for an instant his eyes moved to Marc, staring, perhaps evaluating or thinking of what might have been. Then the lips parted, his white teeth danced in the lighting effect that appeared and they moved. What he was saying, Marc didn't know.
The lips closed and broadened into a smile that made Marc wish it was early in the morning and he awoke seeing that smile welcoming him to reality of the intimacy the two would share.
Marc nodded. The boy's eyes lowered and he moved his body more as if to generate more sweat on his smooth body. The gold ring that dangled from on nipple seemed to catch the light and Marc's already wide open eyes.
He wanted to move to the kid, tug on that ring, kiss the lips, and soak the sweat by pressing his tee shirt covered chest against him.
As if knowing what Marc was thinking, the boy's hand lowered and flipped at the ring a few times, then pulled it. Marc's eyesight saw only the finger and the ring. Then he looked up to see the eyes were closed. Whatever sensation the dancing boy was giving himself was being translated into some memory or fantasy in his head.
Marc wished he knew what that was and if I matched his own.
The kid was younger then Marc. Kelly had been younger too. Marc had hesitated but Kelly said he liked men older them he was. And the sexual encounters repeated and became so freeing; they soon shared bed and home.
Marc wandered away, glancing back to see if the boy was still there. Even from a growing distance the melodically matched movements were enticing.
The club was a large one, the dance floor accommodating the tourists, locals, perhaps working boys and surprised drop-ins who discovered the occupants were only male.
He smiled seeing hetro couples here and there looking at the strange inhabitants' habits. "Tourists" he thought relaxing he too was a tourist.
The back room was large too, a kind of long winding hallway with nooks, in which one could escape the noise and crowd. And there were couples using them for semi-hidden intimacies.
Marc tried not to be obvious glancing at the hands and mouths that were exploring, the legs that surrounded waists, and the bare torsos that pressed and rubbed each other.
He needed to sit and recover from the night and multiple beers. There was a blue background lit nook, that was empty and Marc sat there now, inhaling the cooler air regaining his mental clarity.
They would return to he hotel, shower, sleep, go to a breakfast buffet at the MGM then take the tour bus to the dam, Marc mentally organized the next day. It had all been agreed to before but he needed the comfort of organizing.
"Hi" the voice wasn't one he recognized. Following the line of the white tee shirt that hung from the speaker's hip pocket, Marc was soon looking at the redhead he had seen earlier.
"Needed some air" Marc said "You ok?"
The boy moved closer, positioning himself between Marc's spread knees. He moved so close his body aroma filled Marc's senses. The boy's body heat too radiated.
Marc didn't plan it, there was no list and nothing to accomplish. His hands moved to the sweat sticking skin and lightly held each side of the boy.
They kissed. Marc wasn't sure if the boy moved forward to initiate it or he did or if the two of them moved equally.
He felt the fingers on his fly unbuttoning each one. Marc liked wearing button fly jeans. Kelly had started him doing that.
"It is so butch" Kelly would say "and fun" he knelt and used his mouth to unbutton them before nursing on Marc's penis.
"Should we?" Marc said but the boys lips returned and the tongue invaded.
His arms moved around the boy's back and down to his waist, fingers moving under the waistband discovering a lack of underwear.
The red head was lower now, the lips surrounding Marc's hardness. His hands held the bare shoulders, the stiff flat top hair, and the moving head. It didn't take long to Marc's surprise before he was once again kissing the boy tasting his own sperm at the same time.
"You're hot" he whispered
"I know" the boy said and laughed at his own bravado. His hands moved Marc's to his own fly.
Mark unzipped it and held the thickness that popped out. He didn't know whether to bend over and take it in his mouth or ask what the boy wanted. He had seen a couple earlier actually fucking in one of the nooks. Nobody objected, several saw and nobody stared.
The boy's lips met his. Marc fondled teased and stroked. His spare hand found the ring and toyed with it. The boy's kisses became more aggressive. Marc tugged the ring and the boy shoved his body closer.
The cum would leave wet spots on Marc's jeans he knew. His satisfied cock was still hard and the boy returned to it stroking as Marc stroked his.
Marc's eyes closed seeing the boy's body on the dance floor. But he was naked now, his cock was moving in opposite direction to his waving hips.
Marc heard noises from the boy's throat or perhaps they were his own. His body was being controlled. Marc didn't like loosing control usually, but his body or the boy was in charge at that moment.
The orgasms seemed to happen at the same time. The boy grunting and Marc gasping.
Holding the still wet cock in one hand and the boy's damp body in the arm was nice. Kelly and he often spent hours just letting their body's touch.
"Come" the boy said moving backwards, his cock falling from Marc's hand. The boy took the hand and pulled Marc with him. They walked with both penis bared until Marc stopped.
The boy's face looked displeased then he smiled again seeing Marc was putting his penis away and intended to let the boy take him wherever he led.
The dance beat got louder and louder. They moved into the throng, but for Marc there was only the boy.
He felt his tee shirt peeled off. His bared hairy chest felt and kissed. The boy danced. Marc danced.
"You up?" the voices were loud. There was laughter.
Marc stirred in the lush Vegas Hotel bed. It was soft, filled with goose down and covered by fresh cotton sheets and warming covers. His bare body moved to let the sheets slide over his body.
"You wear pajamas? Hell, I've been sleeping naked since I was a kid" Kelly had said as he stripped the clothing off Marc. It was the last time he wore them.
The red hair looked good against the white pillow next to him. The boy's eyes were closed, his eye lashes touching his own cheek. His gold ring dangled there. Marc touched it and flipped it.
The boy stirred and smiled. His hips moved closer to Marc until their bodies met and their erections revealed themselves.
"Later" Marc replied to the voices that were outside the bedroom door. There was no list or schedule now.
He kissed the lips wanting to awake the boy or share whatever his dreams were. He didn't know his bed partner's name. All he knew was the boy's lips, his hand, his cock, his pierced nipple and memories of the welcoming tight grip the boys butt provided during the night.
Marc turned over and felt the boy move against his back, his thickness nesting between Marc's buttocks. They had been there before during the night and Marc liked them.
"I do both" Kelly said "do you?"
The arm moved over him, the fingers found his own nipples. Marc sighed and let the boy play.
He began to plan to ask the boy's name, take him to dinner, welcome him to his condo in LA, buy a dog, sleep naked for hours as their bodies moved like magnets to attach to the other.
But the familiar lips interrupted and the day passed without Marc's list being addressed.
There was only the two of them being together.