What Happens in Vegas

"Sorry, I've never done this before. My gag reflex..."

"Yeah, of course," Fred said. He leaned down and brought Aaron back up to his feet his cock still dripping away. "Here."

Fred leaned in and kissed him gently now, his tongue probing deep and softly. Aaron's cock twitched and dripped as Fred moved his hands over his chest. Then, tentatively he moved his hand to his Aaron's throbbing dick. He rubbed it several times and Aaron moaned. Fred kissed his neck and rubbed at his hardening cock, feeling the moisture through his pants.

This time Fred took Aaron's waistband and led him to the bed where he stripped him of his clothes and sat down his face positioned right at eye level with Aaron's quivering dick.

"Fred you don't have to-" Aaron started. Fred shook his head and put his mouth over Aaron's dick. He sucked in a deep gasping breath and couldn't help but grab the sides of Fred's head as he began to move his mouth up and down Aaron's length.

Fred had also never given a blow job before but had some idea about the basic mechanics of it. He tried to do for Aaron what he had done for him. He allowed the saliva in his mouth to gather and help him slick up and down the shaft of his hard cock and soon Aaron was writhing along, thrusting with gusto.

"Ah, fuck, Fred," he gasped. He laced his fingers in his hair and gripped hard. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." Fred bobbed his head faster, taking in as much of Aaron's cock as he could fit in his mouth, stopping short of his gag reflex.

He felt Aaron's dick harden and ran his tongue along with the ripple of his orgasm. Aaron thrust hard, cumming in three bursts that splattered against the back of Fred's throat. The salty tang wasn't altogether unpleasant, and Fred did the first thing that made sense, which was to swallow it all down as Aaron's dick continued to dribble on his tongue and he shook with the aftermath of his pleasure.

Fred's own cock dripped and pulsed with anticipation. Fred stood up trailing his tongue along Aaron's body, kissing his neck.

"I want you to fuck me," Aaron said. Fred paused.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I am," Aaron said. Fred nodded and the two men climbed into bed together. Aaron opened a drawer by the bed and pulled out a tube of lube and a condom. Fred opened the condom and put it on his hard dick. He then lubed up two fingers. Fred caressed and kissed Aaron as he worked one lubed finger around the opening of his ass. Eventually he slid it in, moving it in and out carefully. Then he worked the second finger in. Aaron groaned and moaned as he fondled and penetrated him.

"Put it in," he begged. His cock was stiffening again. Fred lubed his own dick and eased the tip into Aaron's narrow opening. Aaron gasped but relaxed as Fred eased his way in. He was having a hard time going so slowly, he was so turned on and his cock was so hard.

After two slow pumps, he grunted, and growled. He nibbled on Aaron's shoulder trying to distract himself from these mind-boggling sensations. Aaron moaned again and Fred knew he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

He began to pump harder and faster, pushing against Aaron. Eventually Aaron was on all fours and Fred pumped into him in a frenzy. He was growling and moaning loudly as he pumped harder until finally, he came hard. He pumped twice more feeling more cum dribble out of his dick with each pump.

The two men took turns in the bathroom cleaning up and then climbed into bed together naked. Fred curled himself around Aaron and rubbed his hand on his thigh up to his chest. Aaron pressed his ass against Fred's flaccid penis and kissed his fingers. Fred pressed against him and kissed his neck. Then they fell asleep.

The next morning Aaron woke up to a rhythmic rubbing against his ass. Fred was awake and kissing his neck, his erect penis poking him from behind. Aaron was also hard and dripping with morning wood that Fred was gleefully playing with.

"Oh," Aaron said as he rolled over to face Fred. Fred planted a huge kiss on his lips, his tongue probing deep, his hand moving up and down his ever-stiffening cock.

Fred shifted to his back as Aaron returned the kiss and brought his hand down to Fred's erection. He rubbed up and down, relishing the heat and moisture, the sticky smell of sex all around him. He swiped his thumb over the purpling tip of Fred's cock causing a continuous dripping. Fred groaned and thrust his hips upward.

"Ah, fuck, I'm cumming," he groaned as he thrust his hips up and came in a puddle on his stomach. Fred gasped but continued to rub his hand over Aaron's cock, which was hugely erect.

Aaron positioned himself on his side and rubbed his dick against Fred's leg. He began moaning as he rubbed, precum slicking the surface of the hairy thigh. Aaron humped Fred's leg and felt his climax rising.

"Ah, AH, Fred. Oh god!" Aaron came in a long stream on Fred's thigh. He thrust into the stream one or twice more allowing his twitching cock to dribble out the last bits.

"Well, good morning," Fred said. He kissed Aaron tenderly and they got up to clean up.

In the bathroom the two men cleaned up their morning activities. Fred turned on the shower and quickly washed his hair. Aaron joined him and they kissed slowly and tenderly as the warm water washed over them.

"We'd better hurry, we have to meet Mark," Fred said into Aaron's neck. He had been on the brink of starting another session.

"Alright," Aaron said. They kissed a few more times, running their hands over each other's bodies. They shut off the water and Fred handed Aaron a towel with a small peck on the cheek. Aaron paused.

"Uhm, what's going on? What are we doing here?" Aaron asked. He watched Fred towel off and admired his physique, his large dick.

"I don't know man. I'm just doing what feels natural to me," Fred paused. "I really, really enjoyed last night. And I woke up this morning thinking I was still just horny, but just now, in the shower together. Just holding you...even knowing we didn't have time to fuck or whatever, it felt right. I liked it. I like kissing you." Fred leaned over and kissed Aaron gently. Aaron returned the kiss.

"Ok," Aaron said. "What do we do now?" Fred paused, thinking. He wrapped his towel around his waist, tucking in a corner.

"Let's not tell Mark. We only have a day left; it could make the rest of the trip awkward. But I want you to know, I'm not ashamed of what happened. If I thought he could be cool about it I would tell him, but I think he's just gonna need more time. So, let's act casual and then we can figure out how to tell him later," Fred said.

"Will we need to?" Aaron asked.

"What do you mean?" Fred asked. "If you want this to be a thing, we can't not mention it to people...You uh, you do want this to be a thing, don't you?"

Aaron hadn't thought that far ahead. He'd only thought about sleeping with Fred. He had never seen Fred as the type to get hung up after one night of sex. How many women had he slept with and ghosted?

"I honestly... I hadn't thought that far ahead," Aaron said. "I guess I'm just surprised."

"Surprised?"

"Yeah, I mean it's really not like you to get invested in someone after one night of having sex," Aaron said.

"Well, I guess you're right. But I realized something. I fucking like you. I want to be with you, I want this to be a thing. I guess I'm just as surprised as you are," Fred admitted. Aaron thought for a second.

"I fucking like you too. And I like fucking you. So, let's give this a shot," Aaron smiled. Fred pulled him into a kiss, hugging him close and squeezing his ass. They were late for brunch.