Aaron, Brent, and Mark had been best friends since high school. Two years after graduation, the three of them decided to go on a road trip to Nevada. All three of them had dreamed of Las Vegas ever since they were young, and they'd made up their minds they were going.
The three men decided they would take Mark's car, since it was the most fuel efficient, and they would switch drivers at least every 150 miles. Going with that plan, they'd packed their bags and hit the road.
Shortly after they'd switched drivers the second time, the guys' conversation suddenly turned toward the discussion of sex.
"Have you ever thought about fucking a guy?" Brent asked his two friends.
"No," Aaron and Mark replied nearly in unison.
"I have," Brent said courageously. "I've got enough balls to admit it."
"So what have you thought about, Brent?" Mark asked, his curiosity suddenly sparked. "Is it just head, or is it ass, too?"
"Both actually, Mark. I've often wondered what the whole experience would be like. I've always heard a guy can make another guy feel better than any woman can. I just wanted to see for myself if there was any truth in that."
Mark failed to mention he was telling the truth when Mark asked him if he'd thought about sex with another man. It was true enough. Mark hadn't thought about sex with another man. In fact, Mark had experienced sex with another man, and it felt great! Regardless, he wanted to play this out, and see where it would go.
"That's interesting. I've never heard that before, but I'm rather curious now myself," said Mark, feigning his lack of knowledge on the subject. "What do you think, Aaron?"
"I think the two of you are really fucked up, Mark."
Mark could already tell he was going to have to really work on Aaron, but was sure he could talk him into it rather easily. He thought both of his male friends were very gorgeous, and wanted to get into their pants very badly.
"You aren't even a little curious?" Mark asked Aaron, gingerly placing his hand on Brent's right thigh.
Mark was watching Aaron out of the corner of his eye. He saw Aaron's eyes light up when he put his hand on Mark's thigh, and knew the man's eyes had drifted downward, watching his hand.
As they loosely discussed the subject which Brent had brought up, Mark's hand slowly drifted up Brent's thigh, getting ever so closer to the man's crotch. Brent had made no motion for Mark to move his hand, nor had he acted as if he even minded it. Mark knew right then and there he had Brent in the palm of his hand. Now he just had to work on Aaron.