This story contains:
*Bisexual sex
*Poppers
*Extramarital sex
*Gay male sex
I put this story in the Gay Male category because I believe that the majority of what I wrote pertains more to that category than others. All characters are over 18 and fictional.
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"Seven!... Out!" The craps stick-man yelled as he raked the dice toward the center of the table. The craps dealers began raking all of my chips in... again. Alright, that was it for me. I'd lost enough. I figured it was a good time for me to find something else to do, but first, I needed to find a men's room to drain my now extremely full bladder.
I began to walk down the aisle of the casino to look for the nearest bathroom, stopping momentarily at the nearby slot machines to let my lovely wife Rebecca know what I was up to. She looked up from her machine.
"Well? Can we retire on your Craps winnings?" she asked.
"Uh, not so much."
"Well it's a little after 2:00 AM; maybe we should just head back to our room," she said.
I thought about it for a moment. "You know, I'm thinking I might play some blackjack before I call it a night. You okay with that?"
"Okay, I'm not really tired and I've been doing pretty well on the slots. What do you say; why don't we meet back here in about an hour or so?"
"Sounds good. Good luck. Be sure to win our retirement," I grinned.
As I started again to walk down the aisle I scanned the horizon for any signs of the men's room, but didn't see any, so I just kept walking. I tried to find an attendant somewhere that could give me directions. I saw no attendants anywhere, no cocktail waitresses, not even any gamblers. The casino seemed empty. What the hell? Don't they have any restrooms in this place? I just kept walking.
"Wooo-Hooo!" immediately to my left a lady screamed as her slot machine hit some sort of jackpot. I turned to look and saw an African-American couple in front of the ringing machine. The lady was sitting on a stool in front of it, while the man stood behind her, looking over her shoulder. I thought maybe they could give me some directions. Things were getting a little desperate as the six-pack of beer I had consumed was begging to be free. I turned and began walking down the aisle toward them.
Damn he's tall! I thought as I walked toward them. He must be a seven footer! He was dressed in a yellow jersey and bright red satin shorts with white, high top tennis shoes.
The man leaned in to her and said loud enough to be heard over the ringing machine, "That is like five hundred dollars!" he said in an accent that sounded South African. He then brought his hands above his head and began a little dance to celebrate his lady's good luck. I think that's how I noticed. I mean I don't normally walk around looking at other men's crotch, but I somehow noticed that there was a large bulge in his shorts that was also dancing. Holy shit, that guy must be hung like a horse, I chuckled to myself. I then looked at the lady, she was very pretty with large dark eyes and voluptuous lips. She had massive breasts that were trying to break out from the low cut blouse. I could tell from seeing her sitting on her stool that her hips were very wide and that she had a very ample bottom. Maybe a little large for my taste, but I still couldn't help but to enjoy her voluptuous beauty.
As I continued to walk toward the couple I glanced down at the man's shorts again. I was thinking that his wife probably walked bowlegged, I was snickering to myself when suddenly the man looked my way and caught me looking at him. Oh fuck, busted, I thought. He eyed me warily as I walked closer. I congratulated them on their winnings and asked about the bathroom. He gave me directions along with a finger point with his giant hand to the general area of the men's room.
I walked into the men's room. It was so late at night, there was no attendant. In fact, there was no one at all. My bladder was so full that if I didn't hurry, I wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. I stepped up to a urinal and was unbuckling when surprisingly, someone else came in. The person took the urinal two down to my left. A little close I thought, as there were so many others to choose from. As I was peeing I glanced over casually to see who my partner in pee was. It was the black guy from the slot machine, looking away from me at his phone. Of course, I turned away as urinal etiquette dictates. A moment later I glanced back over. He was still looking away, busily thumb tapping the screen. I glanced down and then I saw... IT!... and... IT was fucking huge. The black monster hung down at least eight inches... flaccid. I looked away, trying to mind my own business. I was just finishing up when I glanced back over. He was still looking away, practically inviting me to look. I had never seen a cock that big before. That thing was in the upper echelon of porn star dicks, I thought.
"Do you like what you see, friend?"
Uh oh, busted again. I quickly turned my head to look straight forward again. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Trying to sound ignorant about what he was asking.
"It's okay, I'm just kidding you," he turned toward me blatantly displaying his low hanging, flaccid phallus. "I already know you like it," he said. I kind of liked the South African accent, I thought to myself.
I kept my eyes forward, staring at the wall in front of my urinal, my dick still in my hand. "I'm not even sure what you're talking about." I turned my head to face him. My eyes locked on his. Don't look down, I told myself.
He stood, saying nothing, simply returning my stare.
"I, uh, should get going." I said. Then I did the unthinkable, I thoughtlessly glanced back down at the huge monster he displayed. Dammit! I couldn't keep my eyes off of it! He smiled at me, still saying nothing... calling me out.
"I... I'm not gay," I stammered. "C...c... could you please just put that away?"
"I am sure you are not gay, my friend, but you are mesmerized by it, aren't you? You know I caught you checking me out back there, by the slot machine."
