When we pulled up to the house he had in mind I was very impressed. Not only did it look like a famous person lived there but I had no idea there were houses like that in Las Vegas. I thought it was all hotels, clubs, restaurants, and casinos. When I heard the price though I wondered how long it would take for them to come up with a reason why we had to leave. When Lanell said, “We’ll take it,” I liked him even more, and was thrilled for Jazzy. Her problems were solved, so now it was time to solve mine which I knew wouldn’t be as easy.
Lanell and I went to a sports bar for some drinks and an early dinner while Jasmine was rehearsing for her show that night. He was not only intelligent but he had a sense of humor. Of course when he talked about the players and games that were playing on the many different televisions throughout the bar I just nodded and wondered what songs Jasmine would perform to. After her show, which was amazing we were all invited to a big party where everybody who was somebody in Las Vegas would attend. I was excited and couldn’t wait to mingle with the rich folk.
Gina arranged for a limo to take us there which started the night off right. I was blown away as we pulled up to the mansion. It looked so expensive that it made Lanell and Jasmine’s 3.5 million dollar house look like a middle class home. Inside was just as fabulous. I wanted every painting I walked pass, and all of the furniture too because the owner had great taste. Out back we noticed two panthers in a huge cage walking around, and looking at all the people like they were just waiting for their chance to have a late night snack. Of course, I would be the one to get caught talking about them by their owner, Anthony Rondell.
Anthony was hosting the lavishing party at his home and as soon as I saw him I was infatuated with him. He was the finest man I had seen in a while. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, 6’0, 185lbs, athletically built, chocolate complexion, brown eyes, and a bald head with nicely trimmed facial hair. He was definitely my type and from my view he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him except for the fat budge in his pants. While we discussed his “pets,” I assumed his wife would join us, but the longer we talked I could see it in his eyes that he was down. Jasmine helped out with the awkwardness that I got myself into by introducing all of us.
He knew exactly who we all were and what we were known for, and offered us to stay in his hotels for free. When he handed me his card, and asked me to join him for a drink with that sexy smile of his I knew what time it was. Of course I said yes. I didn’t want to be rude, and I wanted to see what the night had in store for me. He walked me over to the bar, and had the bartender fix us two Long Island iced teas. We talked for almost two hours. I learned a lot about how he got into hotel management to owning the Brutus franchise. He also told me a little bit about his family, and what he likes to do when he isn’t working. We were interrupted a few times by people coming up to him to say hi, or to thank him for inviting them. I felt bad because most of the people were there for him, but he was giving me most of his attention.
“Sorry about that Jamar.”
“It’s cool, I understand.”
“Good, so where were we?”
“You asked me if I was single.”
“That’s right and you replied it’s complicated. See I was listening.”
He smiled which made me smile and caused my mind to head into the gutter. If he only knew I was picturing what was under that suit, and what I would do to him.
“So why is it complicated? Either you’re single, or you’re not.”
“Well, I consider myself single, but technically I’m in a relationship and living with someone who I’m about to break up with.”
“You’re about to break up with him? Why is that?”
I liked how he threw in “him” letting me know, he knew what was up.
“He’s been cheating, lying, got a chick pregnant, and from what I heard plans on leaving me soon anyway. You know typical asshole.”
He laughed like I had just told a joke.
“Why are you laughing? You think that’s funny?”
“No, no, I’m sorry. That’s just a lot to take in, and you’re so nonchalant about it. The way you said it was cute.”
“Well, I’ve had some time to dwell on it, but anyway I didn’t mean to vent, so enough about me. What about yourself, are you dating anyone?”
“I wish I could say I’m dating someone, but no I’m single.”
“Why is that? I would think you get hit on all of the time.”
“I do, but mostly by women, which if you haven’t figured out by now isn’t my cup of tea.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Plus, the guys that I meet are usually only interested in what I can buy them, or they get tired of me working majority of the time so it never works out.”
I just looked him up and down and wondered who would be crazy enough to leave him. The cufflinks on his suit alone looked more expensive than my entire outfit. After a few moments of silence he spoke again.
“So where are you staying while you’re here in Vegas?”
“Jasmine gets to stay in the penthouse at the Black Oasis, so I’m staying with her until tomorrow evening.”
“I know you’re not sharing a bed with her and Lanell.”
“No, of course not, before he got here I was going to share her bed; but I ended up sleeping on the couch.”
“A fine young man like you shouldn’t be sleeping on a couch. You can stay here tonight if you like.”
“Where would I sleep?”
“You can stay in one of my many guest rooms, or you could just sleep with me,” he said the words I was waiting to hear. I hoped he’d respect me in the morning, but I was leaving the following evening so it didn’t matter either way.
“The second option sounds better.”
He threw his drink back, put the glass down on the bar, and then looked at me like he was ready, so I did the same.
“Okay, come on, let’s go.”
“What about the party, and your guest?”
“What about them?”
“Don’t you have to socialize, and entertain them?”
“Fuck these people. They aren’t my real friends. They only want to brown nose, and try to get me to either invest in something, or donate to something. These people are boring as hell. I’d rather be entertaining you, so follow me.”
While we walked to his room he was giving me so many compliments, and telling me how good I looked. Anthony even went as far as to tell me he fantasized about me, and got off to my movies. I’ve heard that before but something about the way he said it wasn’t just flattering; it actually turned me on even more. He spoke lusting fluently to the point that I was pre-cumming in my boxer briefs, especially once he started telling me the things he said he was going to do to me. I was enjoying everything he said as we approached his bedroom. I wish I could’ve seen my face when we walked into his master bedroom. I had never seen anything like it. It was definitely over the top. You would’ve thought an Egyptian Prince slept there. On top of it he had a California king sized bed which was my first time seeing one so I couldn’t wait to fuck on it, and sleep on it.
“Do you have some shorts, or something I can wear? I wasn’t expecting to stay over.”
“Don’t worry about that baby. You don’t need to wear anything.”
He walked over to me and without asking or hesitating, he started undressing me. I didn’t mind and wasn’t going to stop him, and he knew it because I was fully hard. Once I was completely nude he picked me up and laid me down on the bed. He got on top of me and started kissing me as if he had waited a long time to do so. It felt good and made me throb and jump between my legs. After a few minutes he stood up to undress himself. His body looked delicious. All of the cuts and rips got me really excited. I couldn’t wait to slide inside his phat muscled ass. He walked over to the edge of the bed and stood there.
“Come here,” he demanded
He waited until I was in front of him before putting his hand on my head to lead me down to wh
ere he wanted me. I had no problems taking direction and knew what to do from there. I started sucking on his nice dick right away. He went from a nice six inch on the soft to a huge ten inch thick dick in a matter of seconds, he was definitely a grower. His dick was too big for me to deep throat all the way, but it didn’t stop me from trying my hardest. He loved my skills because he kept moaning and saying, “Yes baby” as he softly rubbed the back of my head. A few times he would stop me and make me look up as he bent down to kiss me for a few seconds. Once he was orally pleased he switched it up. It caught me off guard because he picked me up and turned me around so my ass was on the edge of the bed facing him. At first he just started to rub and massage my ass cheeks as he stood there and enjoyed the view.
“Damn, you got a nice ass,” he said before kissing it all over. Once I felt his tongue go to work I put my head down on the bed, closed my eyes, and let him do his thing. I was trying to hide my emotions but when he started tongue fucking me I lost all control, and started moaning out louder than I realized it at the time. He grabbed my hands and made me spread both cheeks apart as far as I could so he could get all up in it. In the past when I had my ass ate it sort of tickled, or really didn’t do anything for me, but the way he did it made me realize how good it felt.
I didn’t think it could get any better than that, but when he reached forward and pulled my dick back between my legs and started sucking me from the back that was the cherry on top. He had a very good technique too. He would suck me for a little bit, then switch back to licking me, and then back to sucking me. He had my toes curling from all of the pleasure I was receiving. He stopped and I was wondering what he was going to do next, so when I heard him opening up the condom I looked back and saw he was putting it on. I was surprised because I planned on being the top, but the way he had my ass feeling I didn’t care, he had me at his demand and could’ve done whatever he wanted at that point.
I was a little nervous to take him, but thankfully Tyree was good for something and helped prepare me for that moment. It hurt and made me squirm as he worked it inside, but thankfully he took his time and knew what he was doing because once it was in I was able to breath and relax. He took his time moving in and out with slow easy strokes. I just closed my eyes again, and enjoyed every minute of it. The more I relaxed the deeper he would go until he was all the way inside of me. When he would just hold it there I would grab onto the sheets, moan, and try moving forward. He would hold me still and tell me to “relax”. It actually helped because he kept it deep inside me until I stopped fighting and my ass got really wet.
“Damn, you just creamed all over my dick.”
He wasn’t lying either, because I could feel the white cream leaking out of my ass. This dude was trying to turn me out like no other man had done before and it was working. He not only teased me with his stroke game, but he made me beg him to go harder and faster. Once I knew I was open and ready, I did just that. He had me in there bitching out, and doing a mixture of screaming and moaning like I had done to most of the bottoms I banged out. The thing I liked the most about him was he wouldn’t just bang me out like Tyree would, he would go hard and fast for a few minutes, then slow it down and start making love to me, then out of nowhere he’d just start pounding it again. He kept mixing it up which made me love it even more. Every time he would take it out, then slide it all the way in for a second, and then take it right back out, my body would shake uncontrollably and he noticed.
“Damn, I got your whole body shaking. You like it huh?”
I couldn’t even say yes that’s how zoned out I was. I couldn’t believe he had me feeling that good without even being high. It was a totally different experience than I was used to.
“Watch out, let me lay on my back.”
He lay down so he was in the center of the bed spread out.
“Come on, get on top.”
I stood over him until I positioned myself down on his dick. At first he just let me do my thing, so even though riding was my least favorite position I wasn’t going to let him know that. I did my best to bounce and ride him as fast as I could, so I would turn him out the way he was doing me. It was working because twice he stopped me and told me not to move, and made me lean forward so I could kiss him. After the second time he took charge and the force from him fucking me was making my whole body bounce up and down. He was hitting spots that I didn’t even know existed, so out of nowhere I felt it. At first I thought I was about to pee on him so I grabbed the head of my rock hard dick and squeezed tight because I didn’t know what to say or do. I tried to tell him to stop but he kept going. The pressure and feeling was too intense so I thought fuck it and let it go. I came so hard, all over his chest and face without him even touching my dick which I didn’t even know was possible.
“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I tried to get you to stop.”
I just knew I fucked up the moment and grossed him out, but like a true freak it didn’t bother him.
“No worries baby. That’s what I wanted to happen.”
He got up and when to the bathroom to wipe himself off before coming back and fucking me some more in every position he could think of until he got off twice. It was early into the morning when I finally fell asleep in his arms. When I woke up later that morning I felt amazing, but different. It was the first time I felt like I had made love to someone; well actually someone made love to me. It was the best sexual experience I had ever had, and I loved it even if it was just for one night and I had to be the bottom. I knew the moment I opened my eyes I was ready to move on with my life, because I needed to find a man like Anthony ASAP.
“Good morning Jamar.”
“Good morning.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I feel great thanks to you.”
“That’s good, so I take it you enjoyed yourself last night.”
“Hell yeah, that was the best night I’ve had in a long time.”
“Same here baby.”
I sat up to look around for a clock. I had no idea what time it was, so when I realized it was 8:00AM I sort of panicked a little. I suddenly realized I didn’t tell Jasmine were I was staying, so I wanted to rush back to her room in case she was worried. I texted her and told her I was on the way back before I got dressed.
“Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat before you leave?”
“Damn, you can cook, too?”
“Believe it or not, I can throw down in the kitchen, but you wore me out last night, so I’ll have my chef fix you something.”
“That’s okay, I need to get going. Jasmine is probably freaking out wondering what happened to me. Do you think you can have your driver take me back to the hotel? I’m assuming you have one.”
“Sure, but I won’t have Terrance drive you. Give me a couple of minutes to throw something on and I’ll drive you back myself.”
This dude had me hooked. It was a shame he lived in Las Vegas. I waited for him while he rinsed off real quick and put on some gym clothes.
“Don’t mind the way I look; after I drop you off, I’m going to the gym.”
“You look hot, actually.”
“Thanks, so do you. So, are you ready to go?”
I smiled and followed him out to his silver Maybach, which had custom, red leather interior. I was even more impressed with his taste and style of living. We talked about what we each had going on the next couple of days and exchanged numbers on the ride to the Black Oasis. When he pulled up out front, I was a little sad and disappointed that our time together was coming to an end, but I sucked it up and put a smile on my face. I wasn’t expecting a kiss goodbye, but he reached over and started making out with me. His full lips were wet and felt really good. I didn’t want to stop, but eventually, he pulled away.
“Okay, baby. You got my number, so hit me up whenever you’re in Vegas, or whenever you want to come back to visit, on me, of course.”
“Okay, will do.”
I rode
the elevator to the penthouse, cheesing because I was happy and felt good. I had actually blocked out everything that was going on in my personal life for one night. As I entered the room, Jasmine and Lanell were already up and just about to have breakfast.
“Look at you, looking like last night’s hooker.”
“Actually, he didn’t have to pay for it this time. I gave it all away.”
Jasmine teased me some more and I made Lanell a little comfortable by talking about Tyree putting his dick in other people. While we ate breakfast and talked about last night, Tyree called.
“Excuse me; I’ll be right back.”
I walked into the bedroom before I answered.
“What’s up?”
“What’s up? Are you serious? Where the fuck are you?”
“In Las Vegas.”
“Why are you in Vegas, and why didn’t you tell me you were going?”
“Tyree, I’m grown. I haven’t had to tell anyone where I was going since I was 16. Were you just calling to see where I was, or did you need something?”
“You could’ve at least texted, or called me to tell me where you were.”
“Well, I didn’t; my bad. So, what’s up?”
“Oh, so that’s how you feel?”
I could tell he was about to have an attitude so I flipped it on him. I had to watch my tone too because I didn’t want him to expect what was coming.
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