Three men requested a table at The Cosmo Bar on the top floor of a fancy resort and casino in Las Vegas. They had been out golfing all day, and they were tired. But Fred was there to have a good time, they were in Vegas baby! So, he insisted that he was going out with or without them.
Mark and Aaron were less enthusiastic about going out. Mark was thinking a lot about his new wife Kate and missing her. Aaron was really going through something although he didn't care to share the details of it just yet. Fred wanted a good time. He was ready to get out there and chat up some ladies as he was wont to do.
They were seated at a small, low table, next to two women. They looked alike in a vague way. Like they were part of the same family, but none of the men could decide how they were related. Fred thought it was the glasses that one woman wore that was throwing him off.
At first the men politely looked over at the women next to them and nodded. However, after a few moments, conversation became inevitable. The tables were small, low, and intimate. Fred couldn't help himself. He had a natural charisma and charm and struck up conversation with women easily. Laughing effortlessly and speaking warmly without being creepy. It was truly no small feat to accomplish, being handsome helped, but there was a certain way to approach these types of situations.
It was so easy to veer into the territory of making someone uncomfortable, the wrong joke, or a misplaced chuckle. Lingering around for too long while you mustered the courage to talk to someone, making sudden inquiries or worse letting your nervousness get the best of you and making demands; all these things could easily land you in the creeper section of a person's brain.
And these two women had already had a lurking creeper prowling around them for a good thirty minutes before Fred, Mark, and Aaron showed up. They were prepped and ready for an annoying encounter and instead Fred turned on that charm and won them over.
"I'm Fred," he said. "This is Mark and Aaron."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Esther and this is my sister Susan," Esther said.
"So, where you ladies from?" Fred leaned back in his chair.
Mark chatted idly with Susan, checking the time on his phone regularly to show the picture of him and his wife on their wedding day. Mark was friendly but not encouraging and the woman appreciated the fact that he would chat with her. He eventually noticed the rock on her ring finger and felt a small wave of relief. A few moments later she mentioned her husband back at their suite. Mark felt he was able to relax at that point until he wondered if they were swingers, but he quickly pushed the thought away.
Aaron sat back in his chair glumly nursing a martini. He excused himself twice to splash water on his face in the bathroom. He hadn't wanted to come out tonight. He only came because Fred said he was going. Mark wasn't going to come along; he was going to stay in the hotel, chat with Kate and then call it a night.
Aaron had been looking forward to the one-on-one time with Fred. He needed to talk to him, and it wasn't until the last minute that Mark had decided to join. Aaron successfully hid his disappointment at Mark joining them. But he knew he couldn't say what he needed to in front of him. And now Fred was flirting with this woman, Esther, it was enough to drive him crazy.
Aaron hadn't been fully aware of his feelings until this afternoon, watching Fred golf. It wasn't as if they hadn't golfed together before. They had been friends their whole life and nothing like this had ever happened to him. As he watched Fred swing his golf clubs Aaron suddenly realized how very attractive he was.
At first, he brushed off the idea. Of course, one would often notice the appealing things about the people that one spent a great deal of time with. But this felt different somehow. It was less of a fleeting observation and more of a lingering thought. As he sat in the golf cart he felt a deep ache in his groin and quickly looked elsewhere to stifle the stiffness he felt developing below.
Now as he stood in the bathroom for a second time, he felt the same ache, and his penis twitched as he thought of Fred out there flirting, a smile gracing his lips. He turned quickly to one of the empty stalls and locked himself inside. The growing stiffness in his pants had begun to show.
Carefully, he undid his pants and eased them down around his ankles along with his boxer shorts. He dared not get anything on his pants since Mark or Fred were sure to notice. Mark probably wouldn't say anything, but Fred... At the thought of Fred teasing him his penis stiffened further and Aaron looked down at his half erection wondering what the best course of action would be.
He could tuck it up and risk getting dribbles of moisture on his clothes. There was also the risk of getting more turned on as Fred talked, as the waistband of his oldish boxers rubbed on the tip of his cock. At these thoughts he became harder, and he sat down trying to make it look like he was just using the toilet.
He could rub one out quickly and put the whole thing behind him. If he did that though he risked getting caught and he knew it was generally frowned upon to masturbate in a public place. But what else could he do? After considering it he decided the only option was to rub it out quickly before heading back to the table.
By now his cock dripped with precum and he ran his fingers over the tip using the moisture to lube himself up. He gripped himself firmly and rubbed up and down thinking about Fred all the while. It didn't take long before his dick was hard and hot. He did his best not to make any noise as people moved through the bathroom. After only a few minutes he could feel the wave of orgasm rising. He stood quickly and aimed for the toilet as a soft grunt escaped his lips.
"Excuse me," said a male voice. "Are you alright in there?"
"Uhhh, yeah, sorry just finishing up," Aaron squeaked out.
He quickly grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up his dick and a small amount of splatter from the seat. He wiped his hands and pulled up his pants flushing the evidence down the toilet.
"Sorry," he said as he came out. A male janitor stood there watching him for a moment.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't say anything." Aaron was washing and drying his hands.
"What?" he asked.
"I know what you were doing in there," the man said. He smiled and made a jacking off motion. Aaron felt his face flush.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about," Aaron said. "I was taking a shit."
"Oh, sure, sure," the man touched the side of his nose. "Mums the word." He took his mop and swiped it across the floor as Aaron left the bathroom.
As he walked back to the bar to rejoin his friends he paused and took a deep breath in an attempt to clear his flushed face. When he got back to the table, he was disappointed to see another round of drinks at the table and the women turned and chatting continuously with Mark and Fred.
It was clear that the woman with glasses was sort of disinterested, she still smiled and politely asked questions of Mark. It was clear though that her motivations were to appear otherwise occupied to give her companion space and time to chat with Fred. Aaron plopped down next to Fred again.
"Hey, there he is," Fred said, turning to him for a moment. "I got you another drink." Aaron swore he saw a flicker of empathy go through Fred's eyes before turning back to Esther.
