Derek and Troy had been together for just a month when they decided to take a weekend road trip to Las Vegas. Neither one of them had ever been there, but the hedonistic nature and let-loose lifestyle of the Strip appealed to both of them. It was part of what they'd bonded over when they'd first met at the club. Derek saw Troy dancing like no one was watching and had joined in.
They didn't bring much to Vegas, just a lot of curiosity, eagerness, and some skimpy bathing suits which garnered quite a lot of attention next to the pool. Unable to afford the more expensive hotels, they'd opted for the Motel 6 just off the highway and ended up spending a lot of time poolside with a few Midwestern families on vacation, who hadn't traveled all that way to watch two men walk around in thongs. One of the mothers in particular was more than a little vocal about her dislike of their lifestyle, and Derek, always a scrapper, had had to put her in her place. They'd gotten loud, and eventually Troy had dragged him away back to their hotel room to cool off.
"I'm so sick of people like that woman, thinking they have the RIGHT to tell us how to live. We're on vacation too, damn it."
"She's such a Karen. I know. We'll go back when it's quieter. How about we change and hit the strip. I've got a hundred bucks burning a hole in my pocket."
Troy patted his thighs, looking down as if surprised to find he wasn't wearing pants.
"Oh right. No pockets."
Derek couldn't help but laugh.
"You're such a dork. I'm still mad. I think we should complain to the management. That was harassment, what she did. And did you see her fucking husband? Just sitting there like a bump on a log, staring at us."
"I DID see her husband," Troy grinned, holding his hands apart wide, indicating how massive the man had been. "How could anyone miss him? That dude is huuuuge. Why do you think I pulled you away from the situation? You want to end up on the news for calling that woman a bitch or something and getting flattened by that caveman at her back? His arms are bigger than your legs!"
Derek sighed and took some calming breaths while Troy massaged his shoulders.
"You're right. You are. It's just not fair. I thought we would be able to let loose down here, but here we are being hassled by the same small minds we're trying to get away from. I'm going to talk to the manager later, but for now let's get ready to go and hit some slots or throw some craps or whatever they say down here."
Derek kneaded his boyfriend's tight shoulders and neck, working his way down to his lower back.
"Let's get in the shower. I know something that'll make you feel a lot better."
The young couple fooled around in the shower for about an hour, not even bothering to remove their bathing suits, exploring each other's bodies, finding new ways to turn each other on and turn each other on.
There was a knock at the door.
"Ignore it," Troy moaned, lost in the sensation of Derek kissing down his torso, licking the fine hairs around his navel. A few seconds later there was another knock, more insistent.
"Sounds urgent," Derek said. "I'll just go see, and be right back. Don't go anywhere." He gave Troy's cock a squeeze, sending a shudder through him.
"Fuckin' tease," Troy groaned. "You better come back."
Derek threw a towel around his waist, tying it into a loose knot on his hip and made his way across loud motel room carpet to the door. He opened it to find two enormous men standing in the doorway, or rather, filling it. One of them he recognized as the husband of the woman who'd berated him and Troy for their bathing suits. He glared up at the man, who held his catcher's mitt hands up in surrender.
"I come in peace," the sasquatch of a stranger said, his voice all gravel and cigar smoke. He was wearing a tattered Metallica concert T-shirt and camo cargo shorts. A trucker cap advertising some cheap beer sat stained with sweat atop his bald head.
"Just wanted to say I'm sorry about my wife. She gets like that sometimes. She ain't very open-minded. Raised religious and whatnot."
He had strong features, but surprisingly warm eyes, and a kind, chastened expression. It was clear he'd made this apology on his wife's behalf before. Derek was taken aback.
"Thank you for the apology. I appreciate it," was all he could manage.
"Don't worry, she won't bother you anymore. We're leaving tomorrow morning so soon you two will have the pool all to yourselves."
He paused a moment and then clapped a massive paw on the shoulder of the beast next to him, a similarly-attired man every bit his equal in height and girth.
"Name's Bill. This here's my best friend, Gary. He and I go way back." He swallowed.
Gary didn't say anything.
"Gary's a homosexual fellow like y'all," Bill declared, proudly. Gary's mouth fell open but still he maintained stoic silence. "I thought maybe you two and he could hang out and get to know each other. He doesn't have a lot of homosexual friends. He's rather shy --"
"You can say gay, Bill. Christ," Gary finally spoke up, rolling his eyes. He held out his hand and Derek shook it, feeling like he was standing face to face with Wreck-It Ralph.
"Don't mind his wife. She and I get into it all the time. She means well she's just ignorant."
Bill cleared his throat.
