Western Rider 10

I was going to take my long weekend vacation in Las Vegas. Gabe and Ocho would handle the stables. I had anticipation, as Las Vegas is a nice town with lots of opportunities for sex.

Yeah, the room rates were jacked up. I'd drive there from the stables; it's not so bad. There's a gay bar in LV that caters to cowboys, or maybe it's a cowboy country bar that caters to gay cowboys. I like it whichever. I wondered how it would turn out because everytime I went to LV it turned out differently.

My jeep was packed but not too packed. I hit I-70 in almost record time, and I was on my way, the anticipation putting this snake in my jeans. I patted it now and then.

I got there, checked in, took a shower and it was only two. What to do on a warm afternoon?

There's a shopping center east of the strip. Used to be two competing bathhouses. One was hardcore, the other side more for the curious. But it had a pool. And I discovered the other one had closed. Darn.

For whatever reason, this ancient bathhouse was packed. Most rooms were taken except for the big ones. I got a big room, probably more than I need. Stripping naked, I headed to the showers. I passed lots of naked and towel-wrapped men, mostly pasty looking, but a few studs. My towel was around me, hiding my secret weapon. I didn't need the big jacuzzi to soak in. Yet.

There's a place called The Alley. Dark, sleazy, sling, gloryholes, an indoor sex playground. Once my eyes adjusted, there was a buffet of guys. There's a spot that's a fuck bed hidden in one corner. I ducked in. I might partake.

A huge black guy, pierced titties like mine, thighs like tree trunks, was railing this movie star sort of guy. Panting, this large dark man looks down at me and smirks. Then I whip off my towel and throw it on my shoulder. This is a dick duel. I might win. He smiles widely and nods. He pulls out of the butt he's railing and reveals one just as large. I smack mine atop his. He's a hair longer, but overall, we're twin dicks, dark chocolate and vanilla. He smiles big and yanks on my cock, and backing away from the movie star, invites me in. There's a bottle of cheap lube there. I coat myself and enter the star's pleasure palace.

The star knows his business. Slut. I fuck him for a while, having lots of fun in that playground. But I'm by no means ready to squirt. I pull away. The black guy has a cocksucker down on his knees, gulping it all, ass-tasty as it might be. Seeing mine, the guy on his knees wants a chance, but I grab my towel and deny him. He pouts. Oh Well.

I go around the corner and wash my dick in the showers. It's polite. Lots of soap. Lots of acreage to wash. I have a voyeur watching me. He's a worked out stud, Asian. Flexes his tits at me, so I do the same. Then he laughs loudly. I like this guy. I walk over and shake it in his face as he sits there. He strokes me softly. He pushes me back slightly and guides me to the wall. The next sensation is his hands parting my cheeks, and his face is in my butt, his tongue dining on my trench, then hole.

Several guys walk by, a few stand and watch. I jut my ass back and he gets into it. The man is hungry. He does this for a long, long time. Two guys have already showered behind us and left. He stops and stands, spits on his cock. He finds my highway to heaven, and goes slowly and easily up my hole. He has a PA on the end of his cock. I can feel it.

What a lover. Damn. I'm getting railed and lovin' it. He pulls my hips against him. Changes the angle until The Perfect Angle occurs and it makes me actually whimper. YES! DO that AGAIN! He does. My ass is suddenly in love. I tilt my head back and my ass starts to glow. And abruptly, he stops. I can feel his cock pulsing in me. I grab his cock with my slut butt and try to milk it. It's so fine. SO fine.

Slowly, he pulls away. I sigh. I didn't want to stop. I turn around and he's sweating and smiling, still a little erect. He goes immediately to the showers behind us and starts rinsing. I watch him soap and rinse as I do. Yeah, the guy is really worked out. Yummy.

"You from around here?" I ask.

"No, Texas, man. I'm here for a conference. And SEX. You?"

"I'm a stablemaster up in Colorado. Vacay."

He comes over to me and demands a kiss. I do it. He feels my cock.

"Can I have this later?" he asks.

"Yep. Come over to my room; bring your phone. We'll do numbers."

He likes the idea. Five minutes later, numbers etc. exchanged, he's gone. David bends over and exposes his hole to me just as he exits. It winks at me. Yeah. Nice ass.

I get up. My own butt is still glowing happily. I walk down the halls to the big porn room. The porn isn't so great, but there's a shaggy headed surfer guy there. Bronze, sunkissed hair, excellent tan line, and slightly furred cut cock, very erect. Cute guy!

I park on one of the flat areas and watch the porn, but I'm watching him, and it takes only seconds and he's sitting next to me as I lay there. He rubs my leg, and finding no objection, grabs my mostly-hard dick. Then as he flashes his baby blues at me, he does down, down, down until his nose hits my pubic bone. Suprisingly that he can do it, more surprising is that he stays. This is no ordinary cocksucker. He reaches over and wanks his crank. Then he does it again. Whoa.

There's a higher platform. I grab his hand and yank him up there.

"Wanna 69?" I ask.

His eyes light up and he nods. We arrange a side-by-side. He is slow and methodical. Almost torture. I swallow his rod and nuzzle his nuts. Every now and then, his cock twitches but he holds off somehow. I tap his hole and push a wet finger inside. He stops and moans. His cock flinches.

"Change-up." I tell him. I prop myself up to eat his pale ass while he sucks my dick. He gets it instantly. He is SO GOOD. And he moans like a bitch as I tongue his hole. It's very difficult to keep from shooting. The man is excellent at sucking thick dick. Do I want to shoot it? I decide not to, for now. I have another idea.

"Come to my room?" It's more of an order than a request. He's lust-drunk and follows my like a puppy dog.

Thirty seconds later, my dick taps his hole. He's bent over the bed. His cock is really red. I ask him how he wants it. He replies, "Fuck me any way you want, and yeah, I want the load."

Following orders, I have my way with his lily-white ass, which contrasts so much with his bronze tan. It's good and I'm not going to last. I pull out and lay on the bed, my dick as a flagpole. He sits right down on it and moves things around until he twitches hard.

"Yeah, right there!"

I brush my dick in his hole, just there. Back, forth, back, forth. He gets this look on his face like he's going to sneeze, then he grabs his dick and I feel it, this huge squeeze as he starts squirting all over us, wanking the wads out furiously.

That's my queue. I'm painting his hole with my own juice. We pound against each other furiously until he has no more juice. Sweat pours off him suddenly. He's still rising up and down on me.

"Fuck. That was the BEST!" he announces. I have to agree. Damn....

He finally pulls off. He's a bit disoriented. Staggers. I get up and grab him. He sort of gets it together.

"Thanks. That was fucking overwhelming..... you got a big dick, buddy." I squeeze his dick and decide to liplock him. We fall back on the bed, making out like teenagers. It's all wet and sticky, but we don't seem to care. I rub him a lot, especially his hole, which he loves.

Finally, we part a bit. Lust drunk. I ask if I can take him home with me. He laughs.

"Where do you live?"

"Mountains. Colorado. Horse ranch."

He gets sad suddenly.

"I can't take snow, man." Then he laughs. "I gotta place near the beach in La Jolla. I can make room!"

I kiss the fuck out of him again.

In a few minutes, I have his contact info in my phone, and a pic of that very fine ass of his for my spank banks. And, he picks up his towel, and yeah, he's gone, and I'm sad.

Shower time. I rinse and soak. I feel almost clean again. I think I may duck out. I'm drying when the movie star turns the corner and sees me. Chats me up. Another guy turns the corner, another show pony. They know each other. The show pony scans me quickly. He's pretty cute, hung, and has a baritone hissy voice, multi-color hair with the blonde part on top. Munchable. Nice ass. Lots of squats built that ass.

The show pony is fast and blunt. "Want to come to our room?" he asks.

I groan inside. I think I'm cooked.

"The last guy I was with just fucking drained me. Otherwise, I'd say 'yes'."

They look at each other. The movie star blurts, "Brian."

The show pony looks at me. "Surfer guy? Tan lines?"

I smile. "Yep."

He says, "Goddamnit." and turns and leaves. The movie star shrugs. He, too, gets up and leaves after giving me a quick hug. As he's walking away, he turns and says, "...that's twice today...." and he's gone.

Some serious food and I'm back in the hotel room. I'm taking a little nap before heading to the bar.

I wake up and it's almost 10pm. Should I? Of course.

I grab some coffee on the way. The bar is packed. WOW. I make my way over and get a soda with lime. There is serious gay cowboy and plain vanilla country boy on the hoof here. I feel rejuvenated. This is my crowd, the levis and leather boys. I'm close to the bar, trying to get closer, and I rub across someone. I feel that someone rub back. It's an older guy, handlebar mustache and a gleam in his eye. I feel my ass getting fondled. Yumm.

I reach back and try to find his crank. Nice crank. I get to the bar, and his crank starts frotting my ass cheeks, splitting them nicely. I rub and order again. Mmmmm. A half minute later, and were towards a corner where no one seems to be flowing by. His name is Roger.

Continuing to fondle his crank, we chat each other up, but we both know where this is headed.

His hand finds my buttons, and pops them. He almost drops his beer as it takes him a long time to yank my dick out of that small gap. I help.

His cold hand feels good on my dick. He pulls his out discretly and we're rubbing dicks. Nice. His is very thick, big knob. He likes poking it on my balls. Yeah. We rub them together as the people flow by, the music plays. He asks me to hold his Stetson. Then he drops to his knees and sucks my dick nicely for a minute then gets back up.

It's my turn, and I'm amazed at just how thick it really is. I sort of groan as I stand again. Now our wet dicks are sliding not so discretly against each other.

A loud voice comes from behind me.

"You're going to have to leave."

It's a bouncer. Fuck. We both tuck it away and in seconds, we're out the front door. The bouncer is in charge, heftier than both of us combined. There's a warning not to come back. They don't want to lose their license, yada yada.

And it's fucking cold outside. Dammit.

Wow. I look at this guy. Roger is looking pretty shaken.

"Well that never happened before!" he complains. I nod.

"'Been kicked out of worse, I suppose." He's still stunned.

"Wanna go some place else?" I ask.

"My place?"

Twenty minutes and two freeways later, we're across town in a small house.

He grabs a beer for me, but I tell him I'm not drinking. Cold water is fine."

He comes back from the kitchen. For the next five minutes, he's venting spleen about the bar, been going there for years, had his dick out many times, yada yada. I just listen.

"So you still want to have some fun?" I ask.

This sort of snaps him out of it.

"Oh right! Sorry!"

He closes the curtains and starts stripping. He has a nice V-shaped bod, with a healthy tripod sticking out in front. I could use that tripod.

Soon we're naked on a king bed. Turns out Roger is a top and that's what he's interested in and we have a good time as he stretches my hole with his thickness. He's eager for it and doesn't want to wait for anything. It's pretty good. He can't keep his hands of my crank, though. I'm REALLY erect, but I know I'm not going to shoot. I do the best I can to get his load. He squirts. And he's sort of toast. I already have a Plan B.

There are glory holes in Las Vegas. I'm going to make some cocksucker really happy and they're only a few blocks from my cheap hotel room.

I drive there and get a booth and tokens. Yeah. Tonight's finale.

Takes only seconds until the first cocksucker is on it as I watch the porn. He's not so bad. For whatever reason, he quits. This happens to me; it's a big dick. I stroke for a minute and a second candidate wants it and I push it through the gloryhole.

There's a "Whoa! Fuck!" and this one's on it. Mmmmm. Man knows cock. I relax a bit. He's squeezing my nuts. A finger snakes its way back to my cummy butthole. I'm getting there, fast. Then suddenly, he stops. Dammit.

OK, I get it. His butt appears at the gloryhole. Dirty boy. It's lubed and winking at me. Quick like a rabbit, I wrap myself in a Magnum. I just jut it and slowly, he's on it. I smell the scent of poppers.

His ass is better than his mouth, strangely. Yeah. Shortly we are a sex machine! My hands grip the wall and pound this hole. It's really good. I can't hold back and seed it. Lots of seed. Acres of seed. I just stand there, panting, until he finally pulls off. He pulls off the condom. Then the slut cleans me. All of me. Sucks every remaining drop. Damn. This is exactly the cum I was looking for. After I recover a bit, I tuck it all away and zip. Wow. Gonna sleep well.

I exit my booth and there's a young stud in a wife beater and training pants waiting for me.

He smiles really big.

"That was awesome, dude!" he says, eyes lit.

"Yes it was. Thanks, man." He beams. I'm in my bed ten minutes later, showered and fresh.

Another day of this is gonna kill me.

I snooze, but wake up very refreshed.

I'm ready. But the gay cowboy bar is now off limits.

My phone buzzes. It's the Asian guy. Knows of a party tonight. I ask if it's PnP, which is not my thing.

"No. Some friend of mine from the convention. It's in a big private suite. Might be intense."

"I'm in"

He sends the details.

The address is one of the poshest hotels in town. They charge you money to even stare at it. It has a valet service whose price makes me shudder. Serious suite. Maybe ten guys, he says. By the time I get there later, it'll be more. David sends me an ass pic. OK. Done Deal.

For now, I have to walk. I look like every other strange tourist, but it's fun watching them. There's a fast car museum. Stupid gift shops.

As I walk out of one, there's the huge black from the bathhouse with a couple of others. He's got on molded leather pants, a black t-shirt, and a black motorcycle club vest with the club colors. All three are in similar gear.

I don't want to out him, but they stop, I walk ahead, do a u-turn, to see if there's any recognition.

I walk up to what they're watching, and I'm about ten feet away. If he looks around, he'll see me in my shades.

It takes a minute, then he does. He walks over to me straight away, this huge dude with leather covered tree trunk thighs. Hot.

"Hey guy-- hanging out?"

I chuckle. "Not here! There are people watching!"

He bellows in laughter and pulls his friends over. He's Aaron, then I'm introduced to Millhouse, big hair Raymond, and Cole. Turns out they other two were in the bathhouse, too. We walk down Las Vegas Boulevard comparing notes. The shorter pair were in the steam room a lot, doing this BBC thing where fulfill the fantasies of guys that always wanted one. They laugh.

"Yeah, we thug city. Gonna rape your faggot butt. Now BEND OVER!" and they all three laugh.

I ask them if they're as hung as Aaron.

"No way! Aaron's got it!" Raymond blurts out.

Aaron stops everyone and looks at his friends. His thumb point to me, he announced "Dude is hung big as I am."

"No shit?"

"Wanna find out?" he challenges. The two shorter guys look at each other.

"Well... maybe. But I already busted. So did him (as Raymond points to Cole)."

"Shit you faggots are scared of a little BWC?" Aaron snorts.

They keep looking at each other. I shrug.

We get to a corner. Aaron points out something to the other two and they are gone. They're chasing someone and I decide I'm not one in their colors so I better just Walk On. Oh well. Could've been fun....

At my motel, I strip down, shave stuff, clean up and out, and get myself ready for this party thing.

A long walk, fast meal, and I'm at the hotel just after the time. I get up to the floor after passing my name to some security guy. He nods and thumbs towards the elevator. I get in and head to the top floor.

There's a guy with some radio bud in his ear. Hot. Muscled. Black T-Shirt. He has a list in his hand. My name is on it.

"Gotta frisk yah. Assume the position." he demands.

"Is this because you want to feel my bod, or is this for real."

"Can't get in otherwise." he flatly tells me.

The man is good. It seems like a professional pat down.

He chatters something into his earbud thing and someone opens the door.

David sees me immediately. He's in a dayglo orange jock. He smiles and runs down the steps to greet me. I'm over-dressed.

I get another liplock. There are naked guys up the staircase. He shows me where to stash my gear and hat, and watches me while I undress. My jock is not as cool as his jock, but I fill my pouch better. Just sayin'.

We dash up to the mezzanine and there are a dozen guys, mostly in the same gear. There are two neckbeards, a silver daddy, regular guys like me, and then, the pair of what must be rent-a-studs.

This pair of guys is like out of a European porn movie. Dark, lightly bearded, treasure trails that both lead to fat uncut cocks. Eight packs. More ink than Bic makes in a year. Damn good lookin' guys.

Amazingly, there's a bar with a tall boy-shorts stud with a clip on bow-tie. Pierced tits like mine. I get him to pour me some soda with a lime. I almost down it, looking at the room. There are two round king sized beds. The hot tub has been recently used, given the suds on top.

Turns out, the CEO of their company is the silver daddie, Fritz. He chats me up while guys start paring off. He's in some white-meshed undies, that go well with the silver body hair. He keeps looking me up and down. Finally, he gets closer.

"Can I fondle that pouch?" he asks, as though he were asking for a napkin.

I laugh. "I thought you'd never ask!"

His hand goes over my pouch.

"David says you're a cowboy."

"Yeehaw!"

That tickles him. His beer glass is on the bar and he drops down to his knees and gently rubs his entire face on my package. David looks at this from across the room and nods his head up and down.

The two porn stars are gonna put on a show, and they do, but I'm sort of distracted by this guy, who is gently getting me pretty damn hard. Finally, he looks up at me as though questioning if it's OK to pull out my cock. I nod.

It hits him on his forehead, and he's a bit shocked. He rubs my crank on his face, and I suddenly feel like a filet mignon. Man wants my meat. I wonder if he uses Worsterchire.

He nibbles on the head of my cock. I'm full glory now, and he seems entranced. Hypnotized. Very carefully, he sucks my dick. Ah... that's what I've been waiting for. Do all CEOs suck dick? Is this how they get to the top? These are questions going through my head as David watches intently, still across the room. The entertainment stars are now in a hot 69. They look great. Fritz has both hands on my cock and is bobbing on the remaining three inches as I watch them.

Finally David walks over. He gets down on his knees behind Mr CEO and to my surprise, taps his hole. Fritz is startled but smiling. He rises up, bends over and David licks his hole while the Mr CEO tries to suck on me, but he's heavily distracted.