I met Levi my sophomore year in college. We had a math class together, and I struck up a conversation with him one day when I noticed he had a hiking guidebook in his backpack. He was easy to talk to, had a warm laugh, and sure wasn't hard to look at.
He told me he'd moved to Tacoma from Spokane, which wasn't that far, but he didn't know anyone here yet, and definitely didn't know where to hike. I told him I'd lived here most of my life, and I knew one or two good trails. (That's an understatement, but the first impression I wanted to make wasn't one of arrogance.)
From there, it didn't take long before we were regularly hanging out to hike, study, party, and talk about the girls we wanted to fuck. Levi fit in with the rest of my friend group, so he was an easy add to everything else and just became one of the guys.
Fast forward to spring break of our junior year: Levi, our two other guy friends, and I all decided to take a Vegas trip. We were all finally twenty-one, had saved up some money, and wanted to get a taste of one of America's biggest parties. The day after classes got out, Levi and I hopped a plane at SeaTac for that short hop to Las Vegas.
Lance and Brett would fly down the next day, so it was just Levi and I for the first night.
For the plane ride, I brought headphones, hours of instrumental focus music on my phone, and a book. Levi brought two books.
If you didn't know him, you might think Levi was a football player: clean-cut blond hair, broad shoulders and a broader chin, muscles that filled out whatever he was wearing. But he was actually a computer-science major. He didn't play sports at all -- he just loved working out. He'd said once, too, that he knew a job in IT or tech would probably be pretty sedentary, so taking care of himself physically was important.
Well, he did a damn good job of it.
I wasn't in bad shape myself then. I jogged or hiked at least two or three times a week, and then found time to lift weights when I could. But seeing his thighs in the seat next to mine, they must've been at least my size plus another half.
He noticed me with my book down on the tray table. He put his down and leaned over to say quietly, "If you plan on bringing a prostitute back to our room, she has to be okay with threesomes."
"I'm not sure what the rate is if you're just watching from the cuck chair?" I said.
He laughed. "I'm not sitting in the cuck chair, even if you're in the middle of the A-frame."
He went back to reading. I tried, but I couldn't focus. I knew he was joking about the A-frame, but it still put the image in my mind: him taking me from behind while I'm fucking some beautiful call girl.
My sexual experience wasn't what I'd call vast at that point in my life. I'd slept with two girls, both of whom were girlfriends, fooled around with two other girls, and almost had an encounter with a guy. Knowing how aroused I got from fantasizing about male-on-male situations, and even from starting to watch some gay porn, I'd gone from bi-curious to just bi. That said, that distinction in my mind was still pretty new, and I hadn't told anyone else. But I was on the lookout for a chance to have my first gay experience.
After Levi and I landed, it was a short shuttle ride to the casino. The line at check-in was longer than I expected, but then I reminded myself: spring break. We were patient, but when it was our turn, they didn't have our room.
"It looks like all our two-queen rooms are unexpectedly occupied," the gorgeous woman at the counter said. "We're completely booked tonight, but we will have a room for you."
She tapped away at her keyboard, and I noticed Levi checking her out. Her uniform shirt was unbuttoned to show a distracting amount of cleavage.
One thing I really liked about Levi was the way he treated people -- any person. He wasn't upset about the room, and even if he were, he wouldn't take it out on the woman at the counter. He always had a calming presence and could put anyone at ease.
After a moment, the woman at the counter said, "I'd like to upgrade you gentlemen for free for the hassle. I have a king suite on the top floor with a pull-out sofa. I can also provide a fifty-dollar credit for the casino."
"That sounds perfect," Levi said.
The situation didn't faze me, either. "I'll flip you for the bed," I said to Levi jokingly.
He shrugged, then grinned. "It's a king. We can share it."
That got me excited. I'd never factored Levi as a possibility into any of my gay fantasies, but I'd also never been in a hotel room alone with him. What are the chances that he'd be open to fooling around? I thought about what it must feel like to get my arms around that muscled torso of his.
We rode the elevator to the 27th story and exited into a warmly lit hall with a ceiling of glass.
"Wow," I said.
"Fanciest place I've ever stayed in," Levi said.
It turned out our suite was the last door on the end, and neither of us was prepared for the view once we got inside. The sun had just set outside, and the strip was a galaxy of flashing lights and zooming cars.
"Wow," I said again.
The first thing I noticed was the view: two of the four walls were all glass. And when I took in the rest of the room, it was just as breathtaking: a massive king bed on a platform raised above the rest of the room and with a wall of mirrors for a headboard, a flatscreen TV that must've been eighty inches wide on a dresser past the foot of the bed, a seating area with two sofas and another TV, a wet bar, and then a double door to a bathroom with a massive walk-in shower that could easily fit that threesome Levi and I had talked about. All the colors were warm and inviting, all the finishes gold and stone, all the lights set low.
"The word I'm reaching for is 'opulent,'" Levi said.
"Maybe a little gaudy?" I said. I set my bag down and slipped off my shoes. It seemed like the stone floors might be heated. "I've got to shower. You mind if I take over the bathroom?"
"Not at all," he said with a smile. "I'll get cozy out here and shower when you're done."
I got my toiletries and shut the bathroom door. Once I was alone, the thought of Levi taking me from behind came back to me. My dick stiffened. I got undressed, looked at myself in the mirror, and gave my cock a few pumps. It felt good, but it'd feel even better in that king-sized bed, getting fucked into the pillow-top mattress, watching his hands on my both my hips, pushing into me with what I was sure was a thick rod.
I took a hot shower, shaved my balls, and took extra care washing my ass, my cock staying erect for most of this. It was going to be a challenge walking out of here without tenting whatever I put on over it.
I finished and put on some clean underwear. It was a pair of boxer briefs that cupped my package and always made me feel sexy. It was also the only thing I'd brought in with me. I tidied up the things I was leaving in the bathroom to distract myself and let my dick calm down, and once I felt like I was no longer obviously aroused, I opened the door.
The sun had set completely by this time, leaving the room mostly dark except for the warm lights above the bed, which Levi evidently had dimmed. Levi's travel clothes were folded on the floor next to his bag, and he was sitting on the bed in just his boxers and undershirt. I loved seeing the ripple of his leg muscles out in the open.
"We've got free premium channels," he said. "I've already seen some titties."
"Hell yeah," I said.
Levi got up and headed for the bathroom. "I hope you left me some hot water, stud." He closed the door, and I headed over to the bed. I kept my underwear on and slid under the sheets on the far side. I covered my legs and crotch with the comforter.
