What Happens in Vegas...

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."

"A glance is a long way from being mesmerized. I simply glanced over to see who it was next to me in here, and I don't remember checking you out at all." I knew I was in denial, but I was hoping he bought it.

"I'll tell you what; I am going to cover my eyes and count to 100." He pressed his big brown hands tightly to his eyes. "I want you to do all the looking you want. Solve the mystery you have got going on in your head my...big... black... cock. When I reach 100, I will open my eyes. You will either be gone and I will be wrong about you or you will be standing there with your hard dick, licking your lips at me... one... two... three..."

"No, I am not mesmerized by your dick." I stated clearly as I eyeballed his huge phallus.

"Yes you are. Almost all guys like you are." his eyes still covered.

"What? Guys like me? What the hell does that even mean?" Damn that cock is so beautiful, I thought to myself.

"Yeah, guys like you...middle aged, white guys. Married, right? Married for 20 years... to the same woman, in fact. You probably only have sex maybe once a week. If you are lucky."

Well, no shit, I thought to myself. That would not be tough to figure out... That covers the entirety of the human race... Damn! I need to quit looking at that thing. Fuck it's big. I wonder what it would feel like if I touched it? My own cock began hardening.

"And when you do have sex it isn't even the crazy, wild kind any more. No more blowjobs, no porn parties, no public places. Just the once a week, routine wham-bam, thank you 'mam. Dinner, bottle of wine. Missionary position.. Guys like you."

Yep. He's got me there. I stepped away from the urinal to get a closer look at that monster. My semi-hard cock still exposed.

"Then you got caught jacking to porn. Suddenly your wife thinks you're a sick, oversexed pervert. No sex for a couple of months after that. Now your porn tastes have now migrated to a more... shall we say, adventurous kind. One of your many favorites is now women fucking men with a big black cock, isn't it?."

Damn! this dude is looking straight into my soul, I thought to myself. "Although you already had me nailed at married for 20 years," I said. "The rest is pretty dead-on too... maybe even a little more accurate than I'd like to admit... even to myself." I spoke up, "But that still does not make me gay." I announced with authority. Although my hard cock is saying it pretty clearly right now.

"I Didn't say you were, but when you watch that woman wrap her tiny little white hands around that thick black cock, you like it. It turns you on. Then, when she sucks that huge cock head into her mouth, you begin to wonder, what is that like? You become... curious, you wonder maybe what his cum would taste like..." He smiled broadly, his incredibly white teeth contrasting with his dark skin. "But then, when she takes that huge black cock into her tiny white pussy and begins to scream... that's when you tell yourself that you want that also. You want to feel what she's feeling. You want to know what it feels like to be stretched open like that. You want to know what it's like to have 12-inches of big black cock inside you... Yeah, you want the full experience." He chuckled, "guys like you."

I stood there before him, still ogling his huge black, hunk of fuck meat as it began to harden before me. Several large veins becoming corpulent. The shaft beginning to swell.

"Looks like someone might be happy to see me." I chided.

"Just thinking about those lips wrapping around my cock head. 65... 66... 67..."

"So that's what this is all about? It's about getting a blowjob... from me? What's wrong with your wife?"

"Absolutely nothing with my Simone, but nobody worships my big black dick like.... well... guys like you, he smiled. 71... 72..."

His cock was now at half mast and stretched out to about 10-inches. Fuck I wanted to suck that dick. I wanted to feel it in my mouth. God my dick was so hard. I looked down to see clear fluid start to ooze from my head.

"If you're still here, I must have been right about you. Go into one of those stalls over there and get down on your knees. 86... 87..." he ordered.

"I haven't made up my mind yet" I stated.

"Yes you have. If you're not in that stall and on your knees, I guess I'll settle for my beautiful wife's lips. 95... 96..."

I felt torn between thoughts of cheating on my wife and actually doing the unthinkable... sucking that huge black dick. I made the snap decision and walked into a stall and dropped to my knees. I looked at the profile of his cock. It was still only semi hard. I guess it must be waiting for my mouth, I thought to myself.

"99... 100..." He pulled his hands away from his eyes and looked around, seeing me on my knees. He smiled. "I knew you wanted to be my bitch," he said in his accent as he walked into the toilet stall.

He squeezed by me and sat down on the toilet. He removed his gym trunks completely and tossed them to the side so he was naked from the waste down. I crawled over to him, but his knees were pressed tightly together, his cock leaning slightly to the left.

I reached to spread his knees, but he would not spread them for me. I looked up into his eyes. His gaze was forward, over my head.

"You will need to acknowledge me, acknowledge to me that I was right." He commanded.

"You were most definitely right," I replied, staring at that cock.

He still did not spread his knees for me. "Part of that acknowledgment should also be to acknowledge to yourself that you want to do this. Another part should be that you ask me, nicely, before I allow you to do it." he smiled. "Although, I should warn you, once you do this with me, you will never stop wanting big black cock..."

I thought about it for a moment. He was right... about a lot of things actually. I did want to suck on that big beautiful black cock. I wanted to experience what I'd seen so many women had experienced. I wanted to be like those women, It was even turning me on that I wanted to beg him for his cock.

"You are absolutely right. I really do want to do this, and as you can see from my own cock, I want it pretty badly. You're absolutely right. I was in denial before. I ask your forgiveness for my previous arrogance. Now I know I want to suck that fat black cock. Please sir, let me suck your cock. Let my mouth be the receptacle for your pleasure. Please fill it with your big dick. Please fill it with your seed."

He smiled brightly as he slowly spread his knees for me. He was finally allowing me access to his magnificent cock. I moved in to admire it's vast size. Probably 12-inches long and as thick around as my wrist. Two large, corpulent veins snaked their way down the length. This beautiful penis sat atop a large, hanging scrotum filled with walnut sized balls. I lightly caressed the swollen shaft making the cock jump, which made my own jump also.

"I think you got me a little over-excited by you're... acknowledgment." He smiled.

Suddenly a voice called out. "Malik, are you about done?"

I looked up at him. He held up a finger to his lips to shush me.

"Just about baby. Give me another 5 minutes or so." He thought to himself for a moment. "Tell you what," he called back to her, "I'll meet you there."

"Okay, but hurry up." I could tell that she did not share Malik's accent. She was American.

He looked at me and whispered, "I must go. I have a date with my wife to get my dick sucked," he smiled. "I am a man in demand," he announced. He then hesitated a moment, "Uh... may I get you to do a favor for me? If you do, I'll let you suck my dick whenever you want until we leave on Tuesday." He looked at me questioningly. "You see, my wife likes it when we do stuff in public places. Places where there's a possibility of getting caught. It makes her excited... I mean really hot. Do you know where the Extravaganza Showroom is? "

"Yeah, we saw a show there, a couple of nights back."

"Well, that's where we are going to meet in 5 minutes. What I want you to do is to actually catch us in the act. I want you to walk in through the unlocked service entrance and out to the stage. You will see us there."

"Okay, what then?"

"All you have to do is watch us. That is all! I just want to see what she does when someone actually does catch us." He grinned broadly.

"So all I do is stand there?" I asked.

"Yep, all you have to do is watch us. When she sees you, she will do one of two things: she will either become panic stricken and start apologizing to you or it will turn her on even more and I will get the best head of my life. It will most likely be the former, but I am hoping for the latter."

"How will I know when I should leave?"

"If she begins to apologize, then just walk away. If it turns her on and she starts getting into it, just enjoy the show."

I looked at that beautiful cock before me and thought about sucking it off. "Okay, I'm in..."

15 minutes later I walked through the service entrance to the empty showroom. As I walked out on to the stage, I saw Malik look over at me. He stood there while his very voluptuous wife was on her knees with her hands wrapped around his cock. Her lips were kissing his huge mushroom head. Her massive tits were hanging out of her blouse. Dark brown areolas, as big around as a cue balls graced each breast, her nipples erect and protruding. She had not seen me yet, so I gasped loudly, sounding like I was surprised to catch them. She pulled her lips away from the cock and turned to look at me in surprise. I saw Malik look at me and then back at her, waiting for her reaction..

I just stood there, my eyes wide, my mouth agape. Several moments later, she was still silent... just looking at me with those huge dark eyes. I was guessing she was still contemplating her options. Finally, she returned to kissing the giant cock head. However, her eyes... they were still locked on me. She gently kissed down his shaft, her eyes never leaving mine. It was like she was watching me to see how I was going to react to her. She stuck her tongue out and slowly licked the long shaft from it's base to it's giant knob, her eyes closed momentarily in pure enjoyment before popping open to surveil my reaction. I made sure to communicate nothing to her. Juuuusst watch, I thought, trying to stay in control of myself.

What I could not control was my own growing erection beginning to bulge in my pants. She took her time bathing the giant cock until it glistened with her dripping saliva.

I so wanted to be her at that moment. She let her wet tongue slosh over Malik's cock head as she glanced down at my groin, most likely seeing my erection through my pants. Fuck I was hot. I absentmindedly licked my lips as my eyes were glued to that huge cock. It must have given me away to her because when I looked into those big dark eyes again, they smiled at me. She wiggled a finger at me, to come hither. I looked to Malik for his reaction. He remained stoic.

"You like this big black cock, don't you, white boy?" she said to me before she sloppily licked his shaft. "Why don't you come over here and share it with me?"

I, again looked at Malik. No response. I stepped closer and knelt down next to her, my eyes transfixed on the gargantuan erection. I was actually going to do it. I was going to touch another man's cock for the first time. Fuck yes! I leaned in and tentatively put my tongue up against his thick black shaft and licked toward the giant pink mushroom where I couldn't help myself but to suckle the frenulum, making Malik moan.

"Damn, I like that... don't stop," he moaned.

"Oh, look at you, white boy," she said, looking at me. "You're making him even hotter."

I brought my lips to his bulbous tip and slipped it into my mouth. Damn it was big. I slurped my tongue around it, bathing it in my saliva. The velvety soft skin over his hardness felt wonderful as my tongue sloshed around. I began pushing down, sucking in more cock. I brought my hands up and wrapped them around his shaft, slowly stroking. I closed my eyes as I pushed down further, accepting even more cock into my mouth.

"Why don't you get in on some of that, Simone?" Malik asked.

Simone leaned in and began running her lips and tongue along the side of his shaft between my stroking hands and my suckling mouth. Removing my hands completely, I began to do the same thing as she was, just on the other side of his shaft. Simone pressed her finger against the cock's base, effectively creating a cock ring and limiting the blood flow escaping it. As we slurped up and down, his cock became more and more firm until the big black shaft's skin was so tight, it became shiny. I noticed the cock had a slight curve back toward Malik's abs. More veins became visible along it's surface until the monster cock's shaft became a spiderweb. My tongue and lips felt the corpulent texture, making my own cock throb. My free hand reached down and stroked my hard-on through my pants. Simone's hands came down to unbutton and unzip me. Her hand slid inside of my underwear to feel my raging penis.

"Oooo, you're wet and sticky. You're really liking this aren't you, white boy." she hissed, lust in her voice. She returned her lips and tongue to Malik's spiderweb veined monster. We slid our mouths up opposing sides of his shaft, our tongues met as they slithered around the underside of the shaft. We continued upward as Malik moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. We both reached his turgent cock head and slid our tongues over the tip to writhe with each other's. Simone then began kissing me, her tongue slithering into my mouth. We kissed deeply, each moaning faintly. I couldn't imagine what Malik was thinking at the moment watching as his wife passionately tongue fucked another man's mouth.