Ricky - What Happens in Vegas

From third grade all the way through graduation, Corey was my best friend. We did everything together. Puberty was weird for all guys, but I was incredibly confused. I wasn’t attracted to guys, but I’m fairly certain I was in love with Corey and while he never said anything, I’m fairly certain he was in love with me too.

While confusing and amazing at the same time, our love and our bond as friends were never rattled. Other guys would joke that we were gay, and we would always joke back that we were only gay for each other. Or at least Corey would make the joke, for me it had a bit of truth to it. Of course, we did the “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” when we were 12 and started growing hair down there. By 13 we had jerk-off sessions together, not touching, just in the same room. Eventually, that progressed to jerking each other off, and our first “it’s not gay if we’re just helping each other out right?” blow jobs during the summer we were 15. I don’t know if we did it wrong or what, but neither of us really enjoyed the blow jobs, giving or receiving so we kept our interactions to hand jobs if and when it would happen.

Girlfriends came into the picture in the fall of junior year for Corey, and the spring of the same year for me. We did a lot of double dates. Again our friendship was incredibly tight, to the point where our girlfriends joked that they were our “beards,” and we would play into the joke.

We grew even tighter during our senior year of high school. His dad went into a heavy drinking phase when he lost his job that summer and it didn’t seem to stop when he started working again that fall. By the time we were getting ready to graduate, his dad had become so intolerable Corey basically lived at my house.

I got into my first choice college, and Corey decided to join the service as soon as we graduated in 2003. To say I was worried about him would be an understatement. Everyone enlisted in one branch or another of the military after 9/11, and everyone who enlisted was shipped off to Afghanistan for at least a year, mostly with no outside contact.

Corey wasn’t a letter writer and that was the only way to keep in contact if you were in the service. I tried to write him once a week just to keep him informed of what was happening back in the States. But without getting responses from him, it was hard to keep up. My letters to him became once a month, and then only after getting a response from him. Sadly we drifted apart.

He was never on leave when I was back home during college breaks, but I would stop by his parent's house and his mom and sister would fill me in on everything that was going on.

By my senior year of college in 2007, Corey had been back in the States for a while, stationed in White Sands, New Mexico. Which was 2,317 miles away from where I had transferred to MIT.

My parents threw a massive graduation party for me back home in Arkansas, inviting Corey and his parents since they were such a big part of my life. My entire extended family as well.

Corey showed up with his girlfriend Madison, who was this cute little bottle-blonde girl from California. She was incredibly sweet, and polite, exactly what Corey hated in girls back in high school, but whatever.

I had to play host to a lot of people that night but took a few minutes as often as possible to catch up with Corey. Exchanging cell phone numbers and email addresses so we could stay in touch.

I didn’t hear from him for another year until he called me for the first time asking for my mailing address because he was getting married and wanted to send me my invitation. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was devastated by this news. On the short phone call, I played up an excitement, “Oh, wow, is it that girl…what’s her name, Marilyn?”

“Madison, but yeah,” I could hear how happy he was through the phone and it annoyed me, but a part of me was happy for my friend. “It’s just going to be a small thing, in a month, because, well, we’re also having a baby,” he confessed.

“Holy shit, wow, congrats man, I can’t believe it,” I was in literal shock.

“You and me both. Turns out Mr. Glasgovs’ sex talk was right, if you don’t wear a condom you will get a girl pregnant,” he laughed.

“Yeah, well, you’re pull-out game is weak,” I joked.

“Fuck, you’re not wrong,” he laughed. “Listen, I don’t know what you’re schedule looks like, but her brother Michael and two of my Army brothers are taking me to Vegas for a pseudo bachelor party in two weeks. It would be awesome if you could come, but I totally get it if that’s too short of notice.”

“Oh shit, two weeks,” I opened my calendar on my laptop which was mostly empty outside of work Monday through Friday. Then I opened a new tab for my bank account which was even more empty than my schedule. “Ummm, yeah, you know what, I’ll be there. Email me the details so I can get tickets and all that good stuff.”

We managed to organize flights so we mostly landed at the same time, with Corey’s future brother-in-law arriving in advance and getting our hotel rooms situated. Michael booked two rooms, both with two queen beds.

“Sanchez and Conner are in one room. Michael, you can take the other bed in my room, Ricky…you’re going to have to share a bed with me or sleep on the floor,” he looked at me and smiled.

“Just like old times,” I laughed, taking my key card from him.

The first thing we all did was hit the blackjack tables. Connor seemed to be an expert at all things Vegas, so he helped Corey and me learn the rules of the games and told us Blackjack was the easiest to learn. Sanchez and Michael were aware enough to not need help, but we all played together, moving from table to table as a heard, placing bets and blowing money. I didn’t have the cash to blow, so I was grateful for Connor’s tips because I was doing really well after about an hour of playing. He called it beginner's luck.

It’s hard to tell the time in a casino because you can’t see outside. With the drinks flowing and my stack of chips building more and more as the night went on, I was having a great time. Corey and I easily slipped back into our old routine. Almost like we had never been apart. If it wasn’t for the muscle he put on in the Army and the short-cropped haircut, I’d swear we were still in high school.

At some point when we were all up at least a few hundred dollars, closer to fifteen hundred for me, we all cashed out and Connor took us on a strip club tour. The first two were not bad, pricy but not bad. The third one was a bit seedier, but Connor insisted the lap dances were less expensive and the titties were twice as big.

After sufficiently giving ourselves blue balls, we headed back to the casino. I wanted to call it a night, but we were only there for one night and Sanchez and Connor were not going to let us head to bed unless were were dead or taking one of the escorts.

“I better not catch you with an escort,” Michael drunkenly slurred, waving his long index finger dramatically at Corey.

Corey just laughed, “Don’t worry, the only person I’m going to bed with is this guy right here,” he grabbed my waist and pulled me tight to him.

I laughed, but Michael shook his head and his face scrunched up, “you guys are such fags,” he said.

“Woh,” Sanchez jumped in, “Nobody calls my boy a fag but me, Mike.”

“I was just joking,” Michael rolled his eyes and took another sip of his beer.

“Alright fellas,” Connor slung an arm around Corey’s shoulders and put his other hand on Corey’s chest, “This pussy is off the market and not allowed to hook up tonight, but the rest of you have no excuse. Right over there are two, count them, two escorts who need to get some dick and some cash, who’s in?”

We all not so subtly looked across the room where two busty women were sitting with their backs to the bar, cocktails in hand, skirts so short it left little to the imagination and their eyes were just scanning the room for new clients.

Chugging his beer and then wiping the residue off his face, “I”m in,” Michael smiled.

“Oh hell yeah, but I'm not taking sloppy seconds again,” Sanchez said.

“How about you Ricky?” Connor asked.

“I’m going to pass on sharing STDs with three guys I just met, but thanks,” I joked.

Corey laughed. Connor mocked offense, Sanchez smiled and nodded his head in agreement, Michael seemed to not be listening at all.

“Your loss bro,” Connor said.

“You guys have fun,” Corey said.

Connor pointed at Michael and Sanchez, “You queers go up to the room, get your condoms, and I’ll go get some cash and bring those two bitches back to the room by 0300,” he said looking at his watch, then turned his attention to us. “Corey, Ricky, we’ll rendezvous at the breakfast buffet at 0800 hours before we head back to the airport.”

“Hooah,” both Corey and Sanchez said in unison, forcing me to hold back a laugh.

Sanchez threw an arm around Michael and led him off towards the elevators and Connor split in the other direction towards the ATM.

“Well, I guess it’s just us fags,” I joked.

“Aw babe, if you want to go watch the guys fuck those hookers to feel like a man, you can. I won’t be offended,” Corey joked.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

We went and played some more blackjack. Without Connor with us, we didn’t feel comfortable at the “big boy games.” It’s a good thing too, we both lost a good amount of money just on Black Jack over the next hour.

“Man, fuck this, let’s cash out while we’re still up,” Corey said.

“Yes, please,” I said, finishing my drink and gathering my chips.

Back in the hotel room, we stripped down to our boxer briefs and I announced, “I’m going to take a shower,” and stumbled to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and then hopped in the massive walk-in shower. As I adjusted the water temperature, Corey came in and brushed his teeth, talking about how much fun he had, how much he loves spending time with me, and all the kinds of things a drunk guy says to his best friend.

I listened to him drunkenly ramble as the water cascaded down my body when suddenly the glass door opened and Corey stepped into the shower completely nude, pushing me out of the water stream.

“What the fuck man?” I laughed, we hadn’t showered together since high school.

“I need a shower too,” he laughed at me, then looked down at my dick, “damn Ricky, you’re just as small as you were when we were twelve,” he laughed.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “fuck you dude, I’m a grower.” Then I looked down at his dick and noticed he was hard as he soaped up his cut body. “Damn Core, I knew you were happy to see me but…this is uhh,” I was suddenly struggling to think straight and come up with a good quip.

He stepped out of the water so he could soap up his body and I could get back under the water. “Don’t flatter yourself, one lame blow job when we were fifteen doesn’t get my dick bricked up like this,” he laughed.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying, I was just reciprocating because you wanted to suck my dick and needed an excuse,” I joked, washing soap off my face.

“You know what I need is some ass,” Corey said as I finished rinsing the soap out of my face and opened my eyes expecting to see his kidding face but he looked dead serious.

I forced out a laugh, “What?”

“Madison has been a cunt lately and not putting out, pregnancy hormones I guess,” he said, giving his dick a soapy stroke.

“And?” I raised my eyebrows, willing my dick not to get hard and send him the wrong signal.

“And…I was looking at that ass,” his free hand came around to spank my left ass cheek, “through the glass and thought…it’s not gay if we’re just helping each other out right?”

Those were the words he used to talk me into giving him his first-hand job, and then later his first blow job, and something about the words just made my dick instantly spring to life.

I chuckled, “You…want to fuck me?” The words were hard to say, but there was a vulnerability in how I said it that I couldn’t hide. I won’t lie and say the idea hadn’t crossed my mind when we were younger, but since we were both straight I tried not to fixate on “what it means,” forgetting about it as time passed.

“Why not?” He grinned at me, swapping with me under the shower head.

“Because, I don’t know, because it’s gay,” I laughed. “Why don’t you go next door and fuck one of those prostitutes?”

He chuckled, “Because, I can’t have Michael holding that over my head for the rest of my life, and you wouldn’t guess it but Connor has a missive tool and will have already stretched out those already loose vaginas. I need some tight ass,” he said, gently palming my left ass cheek, looking down at my now hard dick.

My heart was pounding, a little part of me needed this just as much as he did, but a big part of me wanted to laugh it off and get out of the shower. When his hand slipped further around my ass cheek and his fingers grazed my pucker it tingled in the best possible way. His other hand grabbed my other hip and he gently pulled me to turn away from him, facing the tile wall.

Neither of us said anything as he pumped one of the three liquid dispensers mounted on the wall and used it to lube his finger as he aggressively slipped it into my hole as deep as it was long.

I inhaled sharp, “Ah, fuck dude,” I groaned, trying not to sound like a little bitch.

“You’re still a virgin back here, huh?” He asked as I heard him pump more liquid from the dispenser and the familiar sloppy sound of it lubing up his cock as he stroked himself.

“Still? You’re not?” I might have been drunk, but I was still fairly sharp.

He chuckled, “18 months in Afghanistan, you gotta do what you gotta do,” he pulled his finger out and then pushed in two, adding a sting to the burning sensation that came from the first one.

“Jesus, ahh,” I groaned.

“Don’t be a punk, if I can do it, you can do it,” he said, which only triggered my childhood need to match him or beat him at anything we did.

“You ready?” He asked, sliding his fingers out and replacing them with the head of his dick.

“Wait, shouldn’t we…like get a condom or something?” I asked, trying to buy myself time.

“Why? Do you have something?” He asked, rubbing his dick in small circles on my hole. Already giving me an anal stimulation I hadn’t experienced before.

“No, of course not,” I said, adjusting my stance.

“I trust you, do you trust me?” He asked, still rubbing his cock head up and down my hole, making a divot with the tip by adding a gentle pressure.

“Mmm…yeah,” I put my forearm on the shower wall, placing my forehead on my arm as I braced myself for what was about to happen.

“Good, now take a deep breath and push out like you’re gonna take a shit,” he said and started adding pressure to my hole.

At first, it was tolerable, but then when it didn’t just slide in he added more pressure and the head popped into my hole and I nearly screamed from the shooting pain. I tried to pull off his cock but it just pushed me flat against the cool tile wall and he pressed deeper into me. My left hand flung behind me trying to push him backward but he quickly grabbed it and put it on the shower wall, lacing his fingers with mine as he did, his head nuzzling into my neck as he moaned lightly and pushed the last few inches of his 6” cut dick into my hole. “Mmm, Ricky, you’re as tight as I hoped you’d be,” he mumbled into my neck, his fingers gripping my free hand tightly as he held his hips tight to my ass cheeks.

I groaned and hissed, trying not to scream out, trying to be as tough as he must have been when in Afghanistan with his Army buddies, knowing they would not have been so gentle with each other. I felt Corey’s hard dick fully inside my ass for the first time and while it hurt, it also felt right. I squeezed his hand tight to let him know I was ok. His other hand slid around my waist, holding my body tight to his body. I felt his muscles start to flex as he slowly pulled most of the way out and then we both moaned when he pushed balls deep into my tight hole.

My ass was stretching around Corey’s cock and the pain was intense, but there in the distance, I could feel something that resembled pleasure and I focused on that, willing it to get closer as he started to pick up a rhythm.

He nibbled on my shoulder, huffing as he thrust into me, “Jesus Christ, Ricky, your ass feels so good.”

The words brought a sense of pride and it felt so good to give my friend this kind of pleasure, “Yeah, mmm…fuck Corey,” I groaned, feeling that pleasure get closer.

His hand on my abs slid down to my now soft cock, gently massaging it back to life as his rock-hard cock slid in and out of my ass. His gentle grunts in my ear were turning me on and my cock rushed back to life. Another minute of his fucking and stroking my dick and the pain was all but gone and replaced with a strong pleasure that I had never experienced before.

The sound of his hips slapping into my ass, the sound of the water running, the gentle grunts that I couldn’t tell if they were mine or his, I was quickly getting close to blowing my load. “Shit, that feels good,” I groaned, my forehead resting on the cold tile as he held my left hand with his, and my right hand furiously stroked my cock.

“I knew you’d like getting fucked, shit Ricky,” he huffed, thrusting harder into me, “I want to feel you cum,” he grunted, “fucking cum for me,” he thrust harder into me, still holding my hand with his, and now his right hand came up and pulled on my shoulder.

His voice rang in my head like when we were in my bed back in high school, our feet rubbing as we jerked each other off, and he would keep telling me to cum for him.

“Fuck…I’m close,” I choked out, feeling my legs get weak as my ass rocked on his cock and I jerked my dick.

“Yeah, cum for me Ricky, I want to feel it when you cum,” he thrust into me and I felt him gently kiss my shoulder. He whispered again, “Cum for me,” and the words set me off.

“Oh fuck, ungh,” I groaned, feeling my abs tighten. I squeezed his hand with mine, my other hand squeezing my cock as my balls erupted and my load shot out onto the tile wall. “Ungh…Fuck…” I twitched, “shit, Corey…feels…so, mmm, good,” I twitched and blast a few more ropes onto the wall as he fucked me through my orgasm.

“Oh fuck Ricky,” he squeezed my hand and pulled me tight to him with the other, his hips slammed into my ass and I felt his dick start to twitch inside me, “ungh, fu…uck, mmm,” he groaned in my ear as he bit down hard on my shoulder and twitched behind me, gripping me so tight I struggled to catch my breath.

One last twitch from him and it was suddenly over.

“Shit,” Corey, grumbled, quickly pulling his softening cock from my hole, leaving me feeling physically and mentally empty. “Thanks, man, I needed that.” He slapped me on the ass like we just won a basketball game.

I slowly turned to watch him soap up his dick quickly and rinse off, grinning at me the entire time. I reached back and felt my beat-up hole, feeling the unmistakable consistency of cum between my fingers. “Did you cum in me?” I grinned at him.

He shrugged and grinned, “My pull-out game is weak,” he chuckled.

I shook my head and pushed him out of the water, soaping up my sore rosebud as I watched him step out of the shower and towel off. I turned off the water and he handed me a towel.

When stepping back into the bedroom area we both froze, passed out on the extra bed was Michael, snoring, definitely drunk and disheveled wearing only his boxers. Corey and I looked at each other with the same questioning look. I mouthed, “How long has he been here?” Corey shook his head and mouthed, “I don’t know.” We quietly slipped on clean underwear and then slipped under the covers, falling asleep for only a few hours before the alarm went off.

We all got dressed and went down for breakfast. Sanchez and Connor were already down at breakfast when we got there, looking fresh like they hadn’t been up all night partying. They regaled us of their fun with the escorts. The one detail that stood out in my head was them joking about how quickly Michael blew his load and then left, leaving them to go wild with the girls.

I tried not to show my concern, not looking across the table at Corey who I felt burning a hole in my forehead as his foot tapped mine under the table.

After breakfast we packed our things, meeting in the lobby where we checked out and the hotel got us a shuttle back to the airport.

Corey, Connor, and Sanchez had a flight back to New Mexico. I was heading to Chicago and Micheal was heading back to California. So we mostly had to separate as soon as we got to the airport. Corey, Connor, and Sanchez went one way, and Michael and I went the other way.

Right before we separated because my gate was further than Michael's, we went in for the bro-hug goodbye, and he said, “Oh, you fuck my sister's fiance again and you know I’ll have to fuck you up, right?” Then he pulled back and smiled with his mouth, but forgot to smile with his eyes, “Have a safe flight, see you at the wedding!” He turned and walked quickly to his gate.

I hopped on my flight and had a long time to think about all of what happened. I came to the conclusion that what happened between me and Corey was not some latent gay awakening, it was just something that needed to happen between us. Kind of like the punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. We had a decade of foreplay and teasing each other and never got to have that one night of lust and drunken sex, and that was it. That was our night. Neither of us is gay, so we could just leave that one night where it was, in Vegas.