The Vegas Shark (Bad Boy Billionaires 3)

In the short time Treston had known Harlan he’d allowed Harlan to use his only credit card with the fifteen-hundred-dollar credit limit. The last time Treston tried to use the card he found out Harlan had maxed it out. But he loved his man so much he was willing to do anything for him. “Are you serious about this? We’ll get rings and get married if I do this for you?”

“Sure I am, bitch,” Harlan said. He reached between Treston’s legs and found one of his extremely sensitive spots. He rubbed it gently with his thick, rough fingers and said, “You give these guys the best tranny ass they’ve ever had and I’ll marry you this week.”

Chapter Two

Harlan had been right about the three college guys being drunk. By the time Treston had put on his sexy Vegas showgirl costume with the pink high heels and entered the living room, all three were slumped back on his old brown sofa with their heads tilted, their eyes glazed, and their mouths half open.

Though Harlan hadn’t had much time to put on the costume, he’d done his best with bright red lipstick and big fake breasts and the three guys sat up at the same time and gaped at him for a moment. One didn’t even seem to realize he’d licked his lip. The pink outfit had a fluffy showgirl dress that stopped just above his knees, but with a tight sequined corset that pushed the fake breasts forward and cinched his thin waist.

Harlan put his arm around Treston and said, “Didn’t I tell you she was fucking hot, guys?” He reached down and pulled up the pink sequined dress and said, “Look at those fucking legs.”

Although they were nice-looking young men, Treston noticed there was nothing to really set them apart from a million other young men in college walking up and down the Vegas strip all year long. They all wore the typical tourist outfits: long baggy shorts that hung on their slim hips, loose T-shirts with trite sayings, and well-worn sandals curled at the heel and the toe. They all had thick necks and hairy legs and Treston had a feeling they all played some kind of sport in school. They didn’t have the studious look some college guys had. These three looked more like they belonged to a fraternity that cared more about football and beer than math and chemistry.

While the guys sat there gaping at Treston, Harlan patted his ass and said, “Turn around, bend over a little, and lift up your dress for the guys, baby.”

When Harlan said this, Treston noticed the guy with dark black hair in the middle bite his bottom lip. The guy next to him took a quick breath and made a fist. As Treston turned, bent over, and lifted the dress up above his waist, the room went so silent he swore he could hear them breathing. He was wearing a pink lace thong under the dress, the same one he’d worn the last time on Halloween. Harlan leaned over and whispered into his ear. “This is good, baby. You should see their faces right now. This is the fastest buck we’ll ever make. By this time next week you’ll be a married little fag, with rings and all.” Then he reached around and slapped Treston’s ass in front of the guys.

Treston looked up at him and smiled. He was still wearing the dark glasses and Treston wished he’d remove them so he could look into his eyes. He stood up slowly and the pink dress fell down to his knees. He set his palm on Harlan’s chest and said, “I love you so much.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Harlan said. Then he slapped Treston on the ass again and pointed to the sofa. “Now be a good little fag, get the fuck over there, sit on their laps, and do what you do best with that ass.”

When Treston reached the sofa, the guy with the dark black hair pulled down his zipper and pulled out his erection. He spread his dark hairy legs wider, grabbed it at the bottom of the shaft, and shook it a few times. Treston slowly went down to his knees in front of him. He crawled between his legs, reached up so he could run his hands up under his baggy shorts, and licked his bright red lips in an overly seductive way. They guy released his dick and reached for Treston’s head. He grabbed both sides of the blond wig, pulled Treston’s face between his legs, and bucked his hips forward. While the other two guys watched and Harlan stood in the background, Treston opened his mouth and took the guy into his mouth in such a gentle easy way the guy’s legs shuddered for a second.

Although Treston felt awkward about dressing up as a woman because it wasn’t something he liked doing, he couldn’t deny he disliked being with these three strange young men in spite of the unusual circumstances that had led him there. Treston didn’t need more than one man in his life to keep him happy, but he liked men and he’d always been good at knowing what they wanted most. These three young guys were awkward and not very experienced, but there was nothing crude or vulgar about them. Even though he could smell the alcohol each time they exhaled, none of them was a mean rowdy drunk. He had a feeling they all came from good middle-class homes, with moms who did their laundry, girlfriends who baked them cookies, and sisters who offered them advice on women.

They took turns, holding Treston’s head gently and sliding in and out of his mouth as if they were afraid to really let go. They were well groomed and smelled like clean young men should smell. He secretly enjoyed pulling down their pants and removing their sandals. He’d always been attracted to men with hairy legs. He even smiled when one of them reached down to squeeze his fake breasts as if they were real.

As Treston could have predicted, the entire scene didn’t last longer than an hour. After he pulled down their pants and removed their sandals, he took turns between their legs with his mouth and his hands, bringing them all to the edge relatively fast. At first he thought he would suck them all off and that would be the end of it. But the guy in the middle, with the darkest black hair and the thickest dick, grabbed the back of his neck and held his head still. He glanced down at him and said, “Get up now and sit on my lap.” Then he waved a condom he must have pulled out of his shorts before Treston had pulled them off.

While Treston stood up, the other guys stroked their dicks and watched every move he made. By the time Treston lifted the pink dress all the way up and spread his legs so he could sit on the guy’s lap, the guy had covered his dick with a pre-lubricated condom. The guy reached forward and lifted Treston’s dress up higher so Treston could reach back, guide his dick, and sit on it. The guy on the right grabbed a fake breast and the guy on the right ran his fingers up and down Treston’s bare leg. If they’d noticed Treston’s erection in the pink thong, they didn’t mention it aloud.