The next day, the girls all left mid-morning and those of us in the bachelor party slept til noon. We ordered room service for brunch as the guys made jokes about which model was a "better fuck." Logan and I just sat there as Ricardo, Drew, and young Jared all bragged about their exploits fucking the sexy models.
"Vegas is even better than I expected!" Drew said. I was glad my boss and co-worker was having such a good time, but wish that I too had gotten a piece of the action. After all, I'd never had sex with anyone besides my fiancé, and this was my last chance before tying the knot.
Jared meanwhile looked quite happy that he'd fucked such a sexy and voluptuous model. "She was so much more experienced than the girls in college," he said.
"With the size of your cock, I bet she needed to be experienced!" Ricardo joked. While all the groomsmen laughed, I didn't find the joke funny and wanted to minimize all talk of dick sizes (or the lack thereof).
Thankfully, Ricardo had a plan for the day that could take our mind off things. He got us tickets to a "day club" pool party on the rooftop of one of Vegas's premier hotels. "There will be tons of hot babes there," he explained, "and endless drinks."
"The only catch is that the attire is a little skimpy...no board shorts allowed." Ricardo explained that he brought a bunch of swimsuits and speedos for the groomsmen to try on, and of course a leopard-print speedo for me.
The guys cheered when Ricardo pulled it out and encouraged me to try it on. I went to the bathroom to change, even though my groomsmen had basically already seen me naked. I was heartened when putting on the speedo that it didn't diminish my bulge as much as the thong. If anything, it revealed it perfectly: showing my three-inch flaccid penis nestled on top of my balls. I tried to fluff it up a bit by giving it a few jerks before going out to model for the guys. But there was no mistaking what was in my swimsuit: the bulge perfectly reflected my average-sized dick.
The guys all clapped and hollered when I exited the bathroom. "Looking good, bro!" Jared said.
"It looks better than the thong!" Drew joked.
The guys all changed into various speedos and tight-fitting swimsuits, which we wore underneath our shorts en route to the club. Once there, we grabbed towels and bottles of high-end vodka before finding a spot by the pool.
Ricardo was right that there were tons of gorgeous babes there. There were also a lot of muscular guys in tight-fitting swimsuits—people who must've do nothing with their time except party and work out. My bachelor party looked pretty attractive, too, but we were by no means the hottest guys there. That is, until we revealed our swimsuits.
The guys made me strip off first since I was the groom: revealing my leopard-print speedo to the entire pool. Just like before, my average-sized penis was clearly visible through the swimwear, and you could even make out every feature of my cock, including my cut cock-head.
Ricardo went next to reveal a bright-yellow speedo that greatly accentuated his massive bulge. Unlike my swimwear, his didn't reveal the exact imprint of his dick but instead just showed that he was packing some serious heat.
Drew too chose a very skimpy red speedo that had a nice-size bulge. His looked prominent but more subdued than Ricardo, which made sense because Ricardo's softie was an inch bigger.
Young Jared meanwhile revealed a ridiculous gray speedo that did almost nothing to conceal his absurdly large cock. Gray tends to accentuate rather than hide things behind it, and Jared's thick and lengthy softie was definitely not in hiding. The pouch of his speedo was overflowing as his huge dick and balls were so constrained that they folded in on themselves. Combined with Jared's toned lacrosse muscles and youthful looks, he looked like an absolute stud with a colossal chunk of meat.
As Jared displayed his prominent bulge to the entire pool—causing plenty of heads to turn and people to surreptitiously pull out their phones—Logan quietly pulled off his shorts. He was the only one not to wear a speedo, opting instead for short swimsuit trunks that didn't have much of a bulge. I was thankful once again that at least one of my groomsmen wasn't some horse-hung stud. Logan was just very attractive and toned.
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All combined, we were a good-looking group and got plenty of stares and surreptitious pictures. I attracted a lot of attention with my leopard-print speedo, but the real stars of the show were the bulges in Jared and Ricardo's speedos. Tons of girls swam over to talk to them, and some even sent us drinks for free. Ricardo joked that he and Jared should just give out business cards to all the ladies in Vegas.
As I drank and lounged by the pool with Logan and Drew, Jared and Ricardo were working the scene. Jared loved walking to the bar to get more drinks and talk to babes. He said that he wanted to "use his fake ID," but I wondered instead if he just loved the attention he got as he walked across the pool in the obnoxious gray speedo. Both girls and guys stopped mid-sentence as Jared walked by with his burgeoning package.
Before I knew it, Jared and Ricardo each had two gorgeous babes on both sides of them in the pool. These girls claimed to be "actresses" from LA and told us about a must-see party later that night.
"It's some crazy party thrown by a Silicon Valley billionaire," Ricardo explained to me.
This peeked Logan's interest, since he worked in Silicon Valley, and also appealed to me and Drew, since both of us work in tech. Not only could we meet hot chicks and have a good time, but maybe we could even make some business contacts.
Ricardo told these girls that we were definitely in, and he and Jared got their numbers. We then went back to the hotel to change clothes, hit the casinos, and go out to dinner. As we lounged around our hotel suite drinking cocktails, it felt just like a normal bachelor party. The only difference was the guys still made me change from my leopard-print speedo into my leopard-print thong.
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I won big that night at the casino and was a few hundred bucks ahead. Logan joked that my luck was finally changing and said that maybe he and I would get laid tonight instead of having to sleep on the couch. I certainly liked the sound of that!
I hadn't planned on taking any liberties away from my lovely fiancé, of course, but after I had seen Ricardo, Drew, and my little step brother all fuck voluptuous models last night, I was jealous and hungry for a little action of my own.
After an incredible dinner at a fancy restaurant, we hit up a few more bars before heading to the party. Jared and Ricardo were both stoked to reunite with the hotties from the pool, and I hoped that there would be ample girls for me as well.
The directions to get to the party were a little sketchy. We had to go to a dive bar off the strip, where a limo would pick us up. From there, the limo would take us to an undisclosed location that was somewhere in the hills outside of Vegas. Once there, we would see a large mansion with bushes, cacti, and mountains on all sides.
"Holy shit," Ricardo said when we arrived, "This is gonna be legit!"
"I just hope we don't get kidnapped!" Drew joked.
