The screaming was deafening. The 50 women who packed the small show room were worked into a frenzy even before the l2 beautiful male strippers appeared on stage. Being only one of two men in the audience, I felt strangely out of my element. My desire to see the show coupled with a drink or two helped me overcome my shyness. I blocked out the shrieks of all the excited females and settled in to see some man flesh.
The room erupted into bedlam when the hunks got on stage. I wanted to stand up and cheer with the girls but remained seated because I chose to be as invisible as possible. The guys were gorgeous. All were smooth, tanned, tall, and muscular. One was more erotic than the other. Slowly stripping to their underwear they tore away white t-shirts reveling divine biceps and breathtaking abs crowed with large brown nipples that cried out to be sucked and caressed. When the shirts came off and were tossed into the audience the guys were clad only in form fitting briefs held together by Velcro. The outline of large balls and erect cocks were clearly visible. The strippers teased the excited women by massaging their packages and flexing massive chest muscles.
All the dancers did an about face in unison while ripping off their underpants. Two groups of people love to watch a man's ass: women and gay men. That night all the audience was satisfied. On stage were l2 nude men gyrating l2 pairs of adorable butt cheeks. The only thing missing in the show was the complete encounter. The dancers never showed their dicks. When they were naked they used their hands or a strategically placed item of clothing to cover their crotches.
One dancer in particular captured most of my attention. He looked about 6 foot 4 inches tall, he had slightly spiked blonde hair, and pure muscle. His smile could melt your heart. I was convinced that when he looked at me in the second row he got a hard-on. I figured he must be straight but my imagination begged to differ. I could picture my hands all over his perfectly chiseled naked body. His name was Brian and he was in almost every dance number which all ended with a display of his magnificent posterior.
When the show was over I walked into the noisy casino and played the quarter slots. The image of Brian lingered in my mind as the one arm bandit went through twenty dollars. I headed for the elevator with thoughts of what might have been when I saw him standing there with a backpack. He could have passed for a college student from UNLV. He might have even been one but I had seen him naked at his night job. He smiled. All I could think of to say was, "I sure enjoyed the show.... you were awesome!"
"Thanks", replied Brian. "I get turned on when women admire my body, but to tell you the truth I get a hard-on when a guy gets excited. Not too many guys go to our shows; I guess there are just too many women there. I could tell you were having a good time and that really made my night." Then he followed by asking, "Are you headed to your room? Could I join you for a private show?"
I just hit the jackpot in Las Vegas I thought to myself. Brian put his arm on my shoulder as we entered the empty elevator. I pushed the button for the 15th floor for my ascent into heaven. Even before the door closed he placed his hand on my crotch. Then he planted his lips on mine. When the door opened at the 10th floor, a group of people looked in at the two of us, then smiled and decided not to step in but didn't seem to be bothered to see two men embracing. You just don't shock anyone in Vegas. When the elevator came to a stop at the l5th floor, Brian had his hand down inside my Calvins.
I opened the door to my room and before I could flick on the light switch, Brian entered the bathroom and closed the door. I walked over and opened the drapes to view the brilliant lights of the strip. I grew more excited and nervous as I waited for the man of my dreams to emerge. The door opened and out walked a fantasy come true. Brian was naked except for a purple posing strap. He held me and pushed my head into his chest. We hugged for several minutes before he undressed me down to my briefs. He turned around and asked if I liked his ass. "Let me count the ways", I said as I stroked his round muscular butt cheeks. When he turned around again, I could see the posing strap was strained to contain Lance's manhood. Without asking permission I pulled it down to gaze at his enormous erection. "Go ahead play with my cock, I love to have a handsome guy like you stroke it", encouraged the male stripper. He moaned as his penis grew, as I caressed him. I was about to give him a blowjob when he walked over to the bed. When I looked up he was spread eagle face down on the bed.
"Come here and play with my ass," Brian commanded. He spread his cheeks to display an inviting pink hairless hole. I ran my finger along its contours before rimming him with my hungry tongue. Then, when I made contact with his asshole, Lance's body convulsed with pleasure. He started jacking off as I probed him with one and then two fingers. "Fuck me, fuck me... please fuck me," Brian pleaded as he rolled over on his back. He raised his sinewy legs in the air and waited to be serviced. I tore off my briefs to free my throbbing hard-on, which glided easily into his opening on a layer of saliva I provided.
My cock continued to grew as I pumped his willing orifice. Every time he moaned I pushed my dick in deeper and harder. Lance's body glistened with man sweat as his ass moved in unison with my penis. I pulled out when I felt my load about to erupt. Brian grabbed my engorged member and stroked it until I shot hot cum over his muscular six-pack. I massaged his still stiff dick and then covered its head with my mouth. Brian laid back and enjoyed the feel of my tongue and lips on his shaft and balls. When I tasted his sweet precum I stopped sucking and started slowing stroking him off until he could no longer delay the inevitable. He shot his think milky cum in two high velocity bursts. We cuddled in bed exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms. I know "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!" But I also know I will be recounting this story to all my gay friends!
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