Im new to the site, so I figured Id attempt to contribute. This is my first attempt at writing a story for many years, so please be forgiving with criticism. Hopefully at least someone will enjoy! I have fantasized over 20 years about my first male-male encounter. At 35 the anxiety and awkwardness of fulfilling the primal urges seemed impossible to overcome. I had always somehow fought off the need by work, family, drink or jacking off. It was probably fear that had deterred me when I was young. At this point in my life I had simply resigned myself to acknowledge I would never experience a man. My high-profile job made it far too risky. Earlier this year I planned my vacation - Las Vegas. Gambling, drinking, nightlife and round the clock fun Sin City! I arrived at McCarron airport, and, like so many others, I could not wait to put a few coins in the slots while waiting for the luggage to arrive on the carousel. Five quarters in the first slot machine and bells are ringing, a $250.00 jackpot! The luggage arrived fine, another lucky hit! Outside waited the limo to take me to my hotel. I had ordered no rental car on this trip. I find them more problem than they are worth in Las Vegas. Besides, I rarely use a car when there. Instead I opted to stay at Harrahs which is very central to all my favorite casinos. When I had retrieved my luggage I strolled out into the searing heat of Las Vegas. Waiting to load bags into the limo was a striking figure. Damn. He was latino, probably 25 years old and hot as a two-dollar diamond ring. About 6, he was thinnish, but muscled, with short hair and a goatee. He had a soccer players body and was drop-dead gorgeous. He flashed me a smile with perfect big white teeth and said, I gotta a feeling you are going to get very lucky in this town. I did not read anything into the comment and replied I sure would like to. For $250 you can get even luckier he said and again flashed that smile. He had seen me win that jackpot! I was embarrassed and looked downward. He did not miss a beat he moved right in front of me and sat down on the floor of the back of the open limo. With his legs spread invitingly open, he moved his hand over an incredible bulge in the black dress slacks. I tried to look away, but this thing was so obscenely huge I was hypnotized. My name is Ricardo, but my friends call me Horse I will be your driver he said as he extended his hand. Involuntary muscles below my waistline gave away any doubt that I was not interested. The handshake was long and strong. I see you are staying at Harrahs, thats a nice hotel. Yes, I will be there for five days I replied. Days are nice, but nights are more fun he said and winked with a devilish grin. I drive cab at night and will be happy to pick you up if you want to ride errr I mean NEED A RIDE. Here is my card. Here come more folks for the limo! Damn I was too shy and scared to even respond to this studs offer. There are still two other passengers in the limo when Ricardo arrives at Harrahs. I was so hoping he would drop me off last not that I would have the courage to accept the proposition, but just the fact that I was horny as hell for him and needed more of the talk that turned me on so. I knew I would never be able muster up the guts to call. Ricardo got out of the limo and unloaded my bags at Harrahs. As he closed the back door of the limo he turned toward me and overtly cupped his bulge with his hands and said Call me - I know what you want and I got it. Holy Shit! I picked up my bags and proceeded toward the entrance of the hotel. I had a raging hard-on and had to hold one bag in front of me to avoid unwanted stares. After checking in, the first thing I did before even looking at the room was jump into the shower and jack off. I then pulled out the card and looked at it. I have never wanted someone so bad in my life! I picked up the phone. Dialed two numbers, got another boner just thinking about going through with the call. I hung up the phone and jacked off again. After the 2nd release I was able to think more clearly. I wanted that hot latino, and I was sure I wanted to suck my first dick, but I now had the strength to abstain. Walking to the casino I thought to myself I will need a sign. I will need some sort of signal to know that this is meant to be. I made a pact with myself - if I can go downstairs and hit for another $250.00 I will call him, surely that would be a signal. I entered the casino and my ears are immediately filled with the sound of bells and music. It seems everyone is winning! I stroll over to the bar and order a Corona with a lime and toss the bartender a buck and slide a twenty in the video poker machine at the bar. Quarter video poker cool. I can play poker for a bit and have a few beers to unwind without losing a bundle. The twenty goes in about 15 minutes. Another Corona please and Does anyone ever win at these machines I ask the bartender. I have a feeling you will get very lucky tonight reassures the bartender as my Corona is placed in front of me. That was the exact thing Ricardo said to me! Thanks I reply with a smile and drop another double sawbuck in the machine. I will play five coins per hand this time. With a slight buzz from the beer I am itching to get to Craps, not sit in front of a 25 cent video poker machine. A ROYAL FLUSH on the 2nd draw, $1000.00. I tip the slot attendant $20, the bartender $20, down two shots of Crown. Then I start to think of the promise I made to myself. You said if you won $250 you would call Ricardo echoes in my head. Nope, not now, now I have a good buzz accompanied by a case of gamblers fever and so I mosey over to the dice table. After an investment of $200 and 20 minutes I am ahead another $500. A few more stiff drinks and I am betting like a compulsive gambler, not even considering the chips are worth money. Give me $200 each on all the hardways and dealers up for $10 each. The point is 10. Give me another $200 on the hard ten and put the dealers in for another $20 I bark. Now the dealers are really into it. Give the man a hard 10, he needs it bad the dealers holler at the shooter. I feel a little nudge from behind me and ignore it. The rolls come 9, a 5 and a 4 close! Give him a ten and make it HARD again urge the dealers, counting their anticipated windfall. From behind I again feel a little push. I turn to see this time and its my Ricardo! Grinning from ear to ear he leans into me and says have you ever seen 13 the hard way? This is too much for me. I am thankful my crotch is hidden by the rails of the craps table. I may need a ride if this bet hits I utter I cannot believe I heard myself say it. I am brought back to reality when I hear: HARD TEN, pay the man $3200 on the hard way bet and $900 on the line. I am in shock and the dealers are going wild. Do you want your bets down sir? Yes I reply. I proceed to the cashier and post the winnings to my account less $500, which I give to Ricardo. I am reeling from the adrenaline of the win, from the alcohol in my blood and from the presence of Ricardo. Never have I been so light-headed. Ricardo suggests we go to the lounge and have a drink. Ok I answer, very apprehensively. It is Thursday night and the place is dead. There are only 4 others in the lounge. We seat ourselves at a round table in a dark corner and place our drink order. The drinks arrive and we are totally alone. Now I am shaking. Not really fright, but just very uneasy. Uh I have never, uhhhh Ricardo gives my shoulder a rub, beams me a smile and winks Its okay, you will never forget tonight, ever. This man knows people skills. It becomes quickly apparent that this man is straight. He has a girlfriend and he has 2 kids. He gets me more comfortable and then starts talking about how he makes his extra money. I have an insatiable appetite for sex he explains. He said he prefers men because they do not turn him away when they see his penis size. He says his present girlfriend and one other were the only two that he could ever fuck. He said some tried and could not, that he could only coax most girls to blow him. Even then he said most could not get the entire cock knob past their lips. I looked at him with intrigue and disbelief. He took my hand under the table and guided it to his crotch. I wanted to pull back but it was if I was paralyzed. I could feel through his jeans an enormous pipe going toward his knees. I popped a load right then and there in my pants. Without so much as touching myself, I just came. That is when it is still soft he says. How big does it get? I asked. He said he never had officially measured it, but its how he got the nickname horse. By now I was drunk, getting cum back in my balls and horny again. My inhibitions were now replaced with unstoppable lust. I will never be able to take it I said. Oh you will and you will like it Horse assured me. I love virgins - It might take an hour of work to get this horse dick in you, but in you it will go. Horse then said he needed to stop at the gift shop and that we should be leaving. We left the bar and walked into the gift shop where he strutted right up to the counter TWO packages of Magnum XL please. He ordered these with the same ease one might order a hamburger. He tossed the wide-eyed girl a twenty keep the change sweetheart.