I was lucky this was before TSA checks and all that.On the plane, we sat in the first-class section. This was a new experience for me. I was enjoying ...he trip already.Once in Las Vegas, we took a limo to the hotel. But I barely got to see the sights because Bryan had me kneeling between his legs the entire ride sucking him off. Shortly before we arrived, he came in my mouth. I knelt back and waited for him to tell me to swallow. He did not, he pointed at the seat next to him and said sit. I sat. “Like real life can’t ever compare to everything in my head.”“What happens in your head?”I bit so hard on my lip it bled.“I couldn’t even say.” My dress had ridden up too far and I looked down at my bare legs. “But I really wanted us to kiss that day in the hall.”I wanted the words back as soon as they were gone. They were weak, desperate. Lance exhaled.“What’s stopping you?”My insides surged. My pulse set a racing beat to the erratic rain. I looked at him.“What, now?”He looked back. A leggy brunette opened the door and said,’You want to come with us and have some fun?’Now her voice and body posture told me what kind of fun it would be so I said, ‘Sure. I just need to be back here before morning.’There were three men and three women in the van and one of the men asked, ‘Are you gay or straight?’‘I’ll go either way. One of my girlfriends is a shemale.’We drove on for about eight or ten miles and turned in to a place along the river. There was no house here but a large. “I'm going to take a shower,” John said, “you can come and wash me.” I followed like a puppy.The shower spray bounced from John's muscular body and splashed me as I sponged his shoulders, back and down to his buttocks. I pushed the lather down the valley between them, but not daring to invade the hole therein. I knelt, washing the backs of his legs until he turned towards me. Lovingly I washed his balls and shaft, peeling his foreskin back and gently cleaning the bulbous end then sucked it.