VEGAS!!!

Dean initiates Jersey to SCM in Vegas! <g>

Shoot Date: August 31, 2006

Before taking Jersey to The Castle, I wanted to make sure he was up for the challenge. No matter what his state of mind, hanging with the guys would have given him a path to follow, but if he was hardcore set against "doing not so straight things™," his presence at the castle would've done more harm than good. Nobody wants to be around someone miserable all the time, and the hard edge I'd seen in his solo video certainly had the potential to make his unhappiness known... if it were present. <g>

And so, to test the waters before flying him off to the middle of no where for a bit of medieval fun, I figured he should fly to Las Vegas for a bit of Sin City debauchery.

"So what's happened today is you flew here this morning, here in Vegas, and, uh, you said it was the first time you've ever been to Vegas. So, before we got ready -- it's about two o'clock in the afternoon now -- and uh, so I sent you off with a couple people from the office to go gamble. So you got a little taste of Las Vegas."

"Then we had lunch, and you got to know everybody, 'cause you're pretty nervous about what's going to come. I don't even remember what I told you, like, of what was going to come. I know I didn't give you much... so what did I tell you about what...?"

"Not very much at all," he responded.

"So you just know it pays well."
"It pays well," he repeated.
"And ya gotta grab him for part of the time, you know that much." <g>

I went on to explain that his first shoot with another guy would revolve around the Las Vegas experience.
Dean immediately asked,
                  "Where are the strippers?"
"Strippers! Strippers!" he chanted.
Fortuitously, I responded, "I think you are the stripper." <g>

I continued to explain the Las Vegas experience as them having a romantic candlelit dinner then they would be given $500 in casino chips. At the end of dinner, they could play roulette with those chips and double it if they called the color correctly. The $500 was a gift, just for having dinner; no nudity required.

"See, I told you it wouldn't be like what you were thinking..." I said to Jersey before setting up the table with the silverware, plates, and champagne. <g>

Dean first lit his candle with the lighter then Jersey took the other candle out of its holder and lit it from Dean's flame. "He's going to be touching his candle to your candle later, too," I jokingly goaded. <g>

Candle lit, Dean carved the rotisserie chicken and gave a piece to Jersey.

I, in turn, continued to take every possible statement and twist it into something sexual.

"Oh, I love the skin," Jersey said as Dean handed him more chicken.

"Oh! He loves the skin! ... You're just the perfect model for him then!"

"I've got plenty of skin for you then," Dean added.

"Yeah, Dean here's one of the few uncircumcised guys on the website so he's got plenty of skin waiting for you." <g>

"Sounds appetizing," Jersey joked back.

Then after I finished laughing, I decided to genuinely peek in Jersey's head to see what he was thinking: "So let's really pick your brain for a second."

"So, so, you flew out this morning and on the plane, were you all nervous, like out the wazoo about like?"
"Yeah, I was just drinking beer like crazy."

Dean distracted me then I got back to Jersey, "You're like 'hey I can do this 'cause it's easier than working for a month'? and uh..."
"Yeah, basically," he replied.

I went on to playfully harass him about his piercings and high socks then told Dean to pour Jersey some champagne. After the champagne cork exploded off the top of the bottle, I let Jersey know that he might see something similar with Dean later. <g>

Fast forward to dessert.

"So... dessert involves strawberries and whip cream and belly buttons."

It was now time to kick things up a small notch.

"Who want to be the dessert tray the first..."
"I vote him," Dean nominated Jersey.

"So like hop up on the table," I instructed Jersey.
"Go ahead and take your shirt off."

He took his black shirt off then lay down on the dining table.

Dean took the strawberry, dipped it in the whip cream, then placed it right in Jersey's belly button.

"Ok, now, without using your hands, you need to get it."
"Get the strawberry?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, and eat it."

Dean positioned the strawberry better for "mouth only" removal then swooped in to take it all in.

"The task isn't over until there's no whip cream on his tummy there."
"Oh great."

Dean repeatedly licked Jersey's lower stomach and treasure trail area until the white was mostly gone.

Jersey laughed, and next, to complete the dessert selection, Dean put blueberries on Jersey's nipples.

Dean sucked each nipple as he removed the blueberries and cream...
then it was time to switch places. <g>

"How was that? Was that different?" I asked Jersey after he got up off the table.
"Hell yeah, it was different."
"But it wasn't that bad..." I queried.
"He was, 'hell yeah, it was different'"
I continued, "I never did no fucking gay shit like that before... " then finished the chiding with, "'cept for when I was in prison then we don't talk about that part." <g>

Jersey then took a strawberry and followed the same procedure as Dean had done before.

For it being his first strawberry-on-man encounter, he did great. He first took the strawberry in his month then gently suckled off the remaining whip cream near Dean's belly button.

"You did that pretty well."

And when I pointed out that there was still a little more left, he stuck his tongue in Dean's navel then gently touched the surrounding area with his lips.

"I think he practiced on women before, though," Dean responded to my praising Jersey.

After placing a blueberry on each of Dean's nipples, Jersey then leaned in and again gently suckled the whip cream and fruit off Dean's body. His hard exterior was hiding a desire to do the job well.

Dinner complete, it was time to let Las Vegas have her way with the guys. Roulette, minus the house advantage of green, would let them keep the $500, double it to $1000, or go down to nothing.

They spun the wheel and took their chances, and when luck had shown itself, I asked, "So now you ready to go home? You already; you're done with this shoot?"

"Nah," Jersey replied in a ready-for-what-will-come type tone of voice.

"Okay," I replied, "OK, then now we move into Round Two."

So whaddya know about Round Two?

After a nice romantic dinner and some gambling, a newly married couple (or a newfound couple-for-the-night) might want to keep the romance going back in their hotel room, and if they're lucky, that Vegas hotel room will have a nice large tub.

Of course, if they're like a lot of couples in Las Vegas, they might create a video of the night's festivities. And perhaps a few of photos (or video captures as the case may be) may end up on the internet.

Let's just say that Jersey wasn't as bashful as I was expecting.

Of course, there's a video of the bedroom, too... but you'll just have to watch that for yourself to see.

I will tell ya that Dean jerks Jersey off to climax then nuts all over Jersey's balls a couple minutes later. Yep, Jersey passed the test for the castle.

Damn. I love my new guys "doing not not so straight things™" for the first time job!