I had recently been laid off from my job and was in desperate need of some relaxation. My savings were depleted, but if I used frequent flier mileage I thought I could afford a short vacation. I decided on Las Vegas, although I wasn't going to do much gambling considering my challenging financial situation.
I just wanted to attend an inexpensive show and take advantage of the all you can eat buffets and other cheap amenities the hotels on the main strip provided.
My flight to Vegas was uneventful, and the taxi ride to the hotel was only a few minutes. I checked in, and went up to my room. It didn't take me long to unpack, and I was soon in need of some entertainment. I went down to the hotel bar and ordered a domestic beer. There would be no champagne or wine this vacation. After a few more beers, I was joined at the bar by a man who appeared to be in his early thirties. He was perfectly dressed in an expensive suit and immaculately groomed. He smiled and introduced himself with a slight German accent. His name was Justin, and he was also on vacation.
We chatted for a few minutes when it became apparent he had more on his mind than just conversation. His eyes scaled my entire body, and his gaze would linger on my groin. I was traveling by myself, but I had no interest in being with another man. I casually mentioned that I had an ex-girlfriend and would definitely like to go to one of Las Vegas's famous strip clubs if only I had the money. He smiled, but then coyly suggested that maybe we could help each other out. I didn't really know what he meant, but he had caught my interest. If I had some extra money there were so many things I would love to do while I was here.
I asked him what he meant. He moved in closer, and said, "I bet you're going to jerk off later. I want to watch. You don't have to do anything to me, just let me watch you make yourself cum. You can lie on the bed, and I will sit in a chair and just watch. Then later I will take you out to an expensive dinner and take you to whatever show or club you want."
Surprisingly, I was not immediately repulsed. Maybe it was all the alcohol, and he was right that I was going to jerk off later. Lots of guys had seen me naked in the gym locker room, and I had never been shy about my body. What difference would it make if he just watched? I also trusted him. He was well mannered, and if I was gay or a woman, I would easily be attracted to him. Besides I really liked the idea of an extravagant dinner and night out. I said ok, and asked him if he wanted to do it now. He smiled a wide smile and we went upstairs to my room.
"Please take all your clothes off," he instructed, and made himself comfortable in the chair directly in front of the bed. I was a little nervous, but truthfully I was really getting turned on. I had long fantasized about someone watching me jerk off or fuck someone. I took my shoes and socks off and then unbuttoned my shirt. I undid my belt and pulled my pants down. Shockingly my prick was already getting hard. I thought it would be tough to get hard in front of him, but my prick was already three-quarters hard.
"Nice," he said. "Now please make yourself completely hard before you take off your underwear." He removed his jacket and loosened his tie. He obviously liked what he was seeing because his own cock was now poking against his pants.
I boldly complied with his request, no longer the least bit nervous. I rubbed my cock through my underwear, as it became completely erect. I squeezed and tugged at it and rolled it between my fingers. My fully engorged dick was now straining against my underwear. I couldn't remember the last time it was this hard. He began rubbing his own cock while he intently watched me play with mine. My breathing was getting louder and faster, and I was actually relieved when he asked me to remove my underwear. I pulled them to my ankles and groaned when my fingers wrapped around my now naked cock. It stuck out in front of me like a spear, hard and rigid.
"Lie on the bed," he instructed. "Make yourself cum for me."
I climbed onto the bed, my fingers still wrapped around my cock. I moved all the way up to the bed and put my head on a pillow. My hard prick rose up from my body like a flagpole. I returned to stroking it, as Justin watched from the chair. He undid his own pants, and moved them down a few inches so he could more easily reach his cock. My own prick was rock hard as I rubbed it from top to bottom. I spit in my hand for lubrication, and then returned to rubbing my cock. I masturbated it from top to bottom, and let it slap against my belly.
I pulled and twisted it, and then rapidly covered my entire shaft. I occasionally paused and just held it straight up from my body, touching just the head, so Justin could get an unobstructed view of my full seven inches. It had never been this hard. The fact that I was being watched greatly added to my pleasure. I also loved the fact that someone else could get so turned on just from watching me play with myself.
Justin was now frantically masturbating his own fully hard cock. "Faster," he said. I obliged his request. My hand was practically a blur on my prick, and I was instinctively bucking my hips and thrusting my prick into the air. I absolutely did not care that I was being watched. In fact being watched was even better than I had fantasized.
My cock was now tingling and almost purple it was so hard. I closed my eyes and cupped my balls with my other hand. I kneaded them and rolled them back and forth, while my other hand massaged every sensitive inch of my cock. My breathing became ragged and shallow, as my orgasm approached. The familiar sensation of an impending orgasm started at the base of my prick and moved to the tip, increasing in intensity as it climbed. My toes curled inward and a gasp escaped my mouth as my orgasm hit. My entire body convulsed as a wave of pure pleasure rocked through my cock. The first spurt of cum jetted from my prick with so much pressure that it landed on my neck. The second spurt was just as intense. My eyes were tightly closed as I tried to contend with this ultimate orgasm. Spurt after spurt came from my prick for what seemed like minutes. I was breathless by the time I finally stopped cumming. My chest was covered in cum, and my cock and body were trembling with delight.
I had almost forgotten that Justin was there. I opened my eyes to see him standing right next to the bed, his pants and underwear around his ankles. He was desperately jerking off, and with a groan his body shook out his orgasm. Cum flew from his prick and landed on the bed next to me. He continued madly stroking himself, as his orgasm wracked his body. His passion slowly subsided, and he once again focused his attention on me with a look of total satisfaction. I could not believe how amazing this whole experience was, and since I was going to be in Las Vegas for a few more days, maybe something that could be repeated.