Brayton, Chapter 1

Brayton
I remembered being surprised by the invite. I had been working out with my gym buddy Kale for about a year and a half now. We never hung out together anywhere but the gym. We did talk over post-workout shakes sometimes every now and then, so we did know each other quite well. And yet, I had never seen this coming.

Even though we knew each other quite well, I felt confident Kale had no idea I had been crushing on him from the second we met. He did know I was gay, but it was something he rarely brought up. Although he did name other friends in his stories to me, I never got to meet them. He didn’t like celebrating his birthday, he’d said. And when I celebrated mine, he just happened to be out of town.

It was like our friendship only existed within the walls of the gym. And honestly, it was fine. He was a great guy. He lit up a room, and yet he was chill, as well as smart. I looked forward to hanging out with him those three nights a week.

Kale
He was a sexy guy. His smile made my groin stir, but there was something about the way he carried himself. I had noticed his abs before when he would lift up his shirt to wipe sweat from his forehead. However, Kale and I would never shower together after working out. He said he preferred to shower at home. So I could only imagine what the rest of his body looked like.

He'd mentioned wanting to go to Vegas with buddies for a weekend only last week.
“You wouldn’t happen to be free, would you? Weekend after next?”

I had been taken aback.
“Are you kidding me? I would love to come!”
“Awesome! It’ll definitely be me, you and my boy Tommy.”

Tommy had been mentioned before as one of the buddies he had known from his college football team. They were still on a team together now, so they played regularly. But from what Kale said, it was far from a high level. 

Kale
Kale always looked more trim and fit than me as his cardio level was definitely better than mine. I was bulkier, but Kale was ripped! It made sense if he was running around on a field for another two days of the week.

Only a week and a half later, I was going to be picked up by Kale. He’d assured me that everything had been arranged, I just had to pack my stuff and be ready in front of my place by 7. I noticed his car pull up at 7.30.
“Fuck, sorry man!”, Kale immediately said. “Tommy overslept.”

I noticed the beefy man next to him in the passenger’s seat. He looked Italian, like he was on Jersey Shore. His muscles were impressive and he was definitely handsome.
“Yeah, sorry man. My bad. I’m Tommy.”
“Brayton”, I said as we shook hands.
“Heard a lot about you!”

I wondered what this trip was going to be like. I smiled to myself. A Vegas weekend with two muscly straight guys. How had I gotten myself into this?
“Hey, you’re a tall dude, I’ll go in the back”, Tommy offered.
Well, he was definitely nice. That helped. When he got out of the car, I realized that I wasn’t so much tall, as that he was short. Like a furry, Italian meatball.

Tommy
Vegas was about an 8 and a half hour drive from our town in Southern Idaho without breaks. We did make two stops. One to get snacks and drinks and one longer stop for lunch. Kale didn’t want anyone to drive his car, which to be fair, looked expensive. So he drove the entire way. 

Kale revealed that he had gotten a room at the Bellagio.
“It has a view over the fountains and everything!”
“That sounds great!”, I exclaimed.
“Hold up”, Tommy halted our enthusiasm.
“A room? As in, one?”
“Yeah, I knew you were going to be a bitch about that. You know how expensive those rooms are?”
“You could have mentioned it!”

Kale and Tommy both had big smiles on their faces during this interaction, but I wasn’t sure how serious this conversation was.

“There’s two Queen beds, we’ll make it work.”
“What if I wanted to bring a girl back from the club, dude?”
“Then Bray and I will sleep in the other bed.”
 “Fuck! That’s a boner killer.”
“Let’s remember we’re all going to be shit-faced anyway, so you won’t realize we’re there, we won’t realize there’s sex in the other bed. It’ll be fine.”

Kale
All three of us laughed and that ended the discussion. It was fun to see Kale and Tommy interact, because you could tell they had known each other for well over a decade.
“Kale, don’t you remember when we went to that cabin by the lake?”
I had asked them if they had gone on a trip together before. Kale mentioned a few trips, but Tommy was convinced he’d left something out.
“Come on man, that was, like, senior year.”
“It’s a trip!”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You of all people should remember, dude. You banged Alyssa O’Brien so hard, her moaning echoed all over the lake!”
“Shut up, Tommy!”

It was a good way to get to know Tommy as well. He was in charge of the playlist and it was a lot of samey hip hop and R&B. Of course, he fell asleep about halfway through the journey.
“That man will sleep anywhere, it’s incredible.”

It was so cool to arrive in Las Vegas and end up on the Strip. I pointed out the Eiffel Tower. Whatever was going to happen with these two guys on this trip, I knew I was going to party and have a good time.

Tommy
When we got to the Bellagio, it was amazing to get out of the car under the overhang. Kale was a little nervous giving his car keys to the valet, but finally allowed it. We went inside and the hotel was gorgeous. I had been here once before just to have dinner, but it had been a while ago. We rolled our suitcases through the lobby to the reception desk.

“Kaleb Evans. Thomas Lombardi. Brayton Stewart.”
The bright-eyed blond girl at reception looked us all over as she handed us back our passports. She was being quite transparent about it. I smiled at her knowingly. The other guys clearly loved the attention.
“Welcome to the Bellagio Hotel. Enjoy your stay.”

“Well, that was a good start”, Kale said on the way to the elevator.
We were on the 16th floor. The room was amazing. It was brightly decorated and yet there was a soothing calmness to the interior.  There was an amazing view of the Strip and the Eiffel Tower. Once the fountain show was on, we would definitely have a good view of that.

Brayton
By the time we got to the room, it was 5.30 PM. We all wanted to take a shower and change before dinner. I had already noticed the luxurious walk-in shower. We rock-paper-scissored and I got to shower first. Once the warm water hit my face, I fully relaxed. This was going to be a fun weekend.

“Brayton! Brayton!”
“What?”
“Do you want a beer?”
“Sure! I’ll be ri-”
Tommy opened the bathroom door.
“Here.”

He handed me a beer. My nudity didn’t faze him in the slightest.
“Fuck dude, this bathroom is great.”
I shrugged. I took a sip of the beer.
“Hey man, can you hold on to this for me? I’m soaping up.”
“Yeah, sure.”
He took the bottle back from me.

Then Kale walked in. He was holding his beer and noticed Tommy holding two.
“Hey man, what are you doing?”, Kale asked Tommy.
“Oh, I wanted to bring Brayton a beer.”
“He’s showering, man. Can’t just walk in on a guy showering!”
“Why not? You and I shower together all the time!”
“Brayton’s gay, man.”

Kale
Suddenly I realized. Kale didn’t want to shower after the gym with me because I was gay.
“Hold up”, Tommy said. “You’re gym buddies, but you never shower together?”
I had just finished showering and turned the water off.
“Is that why, Kale? Because I’m gay?”
I took a towel and started drying off.
“I figured you would be uncomfortable showering around other men”, Kale told me.
He meant well, I could tell. But it was weird he hadn’t asked.
“It’s no problem, really”, I said.

“Craig Miller, on our team. Gay. Patrick King. Bi”, Tommy said. “You have no problem showering with them.”
“Oh. I didn’t know about them”, Kale said.
“You get so weird about your monster dick sometimes, Kale. One day you want to show it to everyone, the next day you hide it. From gay men who will truly appreciate it!”
Tommy gestured at me. Kale and I laughed.
“Swear to God, Brayton. I fell asleep at a house party once and I woke to his big cock slapping me in the face.”

At first I thought Tommy was kidding, but now I thought Kale’s cock really was big. Kale was just laughing at Tommy. Tommy handed me my beer back once I had wrapped the towel around myself. Kale and Tommy then rock-paper-scissored to decide who could shower next. Tommy won and immediately started to undress in our presence.
“Sorry Bray, I made a weird assumption.”
“Don’t worry about it.”

Tommy
I walked out into the room to get the clothes I wanted to wear out of my suitcase. I got dressed in front of Kale. In the background we heard Tommy singing in the shower. Badly. I was still shirtless when the fountains started.
“Tommy! It’s the fountains!”, Kale shouted.
Tommy came running out of the bathroom in just a towel, dripping wet. He had brought his beer. It was a great angle to watch the show from. I loved it.

When all three of us were clean and dressed up, we headed down to find a restaurant for dinner. It was a great time. Tommy and his typical Italian American accent and directness made me laugh a lot. Kale was a ton of fun as usual. It was a promising start to the weekend.

Kale insisted we go to Zouk to party. I had never heard of it. We took an Uber to Resorts World. The lights outside were overwhelming and amazing. I was just following the other guys until we found the nightclub inside the hotel.

Tommy
Tommy was instantly in his element once we got inside. He started bouncing around with a massive smile on his face. He bought us shots and we started dancing like crazy. He hugged both me and Kale and screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Vegas weekend, baby!”

Tommy’s enthusiasm was infectious. I partied away my stress at work, the guy that ghosted me after two very cute dates, and anything else that had happened the last few months. I felt light, I felt happy.
“Thanks so much for asking me to come”, I told Kale over the loud music.
“Thanks for agreeing to come”, he replied.

Tommy kept handing us shots, and I downed all of them, as did Kale. Tommy was sweaty from the dancing, but he wouldn’t stop.

I couldn’t remember what time it was, or how long we had been there, but Tommy’s focus shifted at some point. It must have been hours later. Maybe because he was finally exhausted from the dancing. Or because he had become drunk enough. He put an arm around me.
“Hey. Hey dude. Did you… Did you see any hot chicks in here?”
I could tell he was quite intoxicated. I gave him a knowing look. I realized I was quite drunk myself. I saw something clicking inside Tommy’s mind and he burst out laughing.

“Sorry dude. Sorry. Did you see any hot dudes? Apart from, you know, Kale and me?”
I laughed. I put an arm around Kale so we were in a line.
“Hottest guys here!”
Kale and Tommy also put an arm around each other for a group hug.

I went to the bathroom and realized I wasn’t very stable on my feet. Peeing, washing my hands, and seeing myself in a mirror told me everything I needed to know. I was drunk. It was time to get to bed. 

Tommy
It took a while before I found Kale and Tommy again. They were both talking to women. Beautiful women. Which was no surprise. Kale was a sexy guy. Tommy had his beefy muscles and Italian charm. I watched from a distance and noticed just how round Tommy’s ass was. He was pretty sexy too.

I stumbled over to them. They immediately cheered. Tommy got more shots. The women didn’t want them. Neither did I. Kale and Tommy shared them instead. It was all downhill from there. There were more attempts at dancing and hitting on women, but the alcohol levels were officially too high. Tommy had trouble standing upright and Kale’s eyes basically kept closing. It was time to take an Uber back to the hotel.



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