Standing in an elevator lobby of one of the Laughlin casino hotels, waiting. The doors slide open just after I again hear the familiar “ding-ding” chime. When the doors are fully open, I can see Vincent Wauneka dressed in formal wear as though he has just come from a wedding.
He does not see me!
Vincent Wauneka has his right arm around a man in his fifties in that elevator car. The man is dressed as you expect a tourist from California to dress—complete with an overly colorful tropical shirt, tan baggy shorts, and brown sandals. Vincent Wauneka says to him, “Just you wait until I get you into the room, stud, and I will fuck you like you have never been fucked before!”
I feel privileged to have such a rare and secret perspective on the rarely seen ritualistic behaviors of this Nevada casino sex worker. The handsome young male that I know by the name of Vincent Wauneka sells his body to any man willing to pay for a sexual experience that otherwise would be unattainable!
I am in a casino hotel room in the bedroom watching Vincent Wauneka working. The California man who is on his back on the bed under Vincent Wauneka cries out in a squeaky and unmanly voice at the moment of his intense orgasm. In a deeply masculine voice that seems so obviously dishonest to me, Vincent Wauneka announces to the California man, “Ah, you’re the best fuck I have ever had!”
I am back downstairs in the elevator lobby. The elevator doors are closed. The “ding-ding” chime announces the arrival of the elevator car. As the doors finish opening, I can see Vincent Wauneka dressed as a cowboy who is also a male stripper, complete with an exaggerated, ornate cowboy hat, rhinestones on his long-sleeve shirt, and exceptionally tight blue jeans that emphasize his cramped genitalia. He has his arm around a man with short blond hair who in his thirties in the elevator car. The man is dressed in conservative attire as if he were a door-to-door missionary man for the Church of the Latter-Day Saints—white long-sleeve shirt and black trousers. I watch Vincent Wauneka say to him, “Just you wait until I get you into the room, stud.”
In another casino hotel room, I watch Vincent Wauneka finish fucking the young Mormon missionary man, who is sobbing like a schoolboy due to experiencing either deep joy or pain or perhaps both. “Best fuck ever!” Vincent Wauneka announces in the same dishonest, yet reassuringly masculine voice.
In the elevator lobby, I hear the chime signal that the doors are about to open. Vincent Wauneka is dressed in colorful swim trunks and a tight, white tee shirt. He has his arm around a man in his sixties in the elevator car. The main is dressed like a priest. Vincent Wauneka grabs the man’s crotch as he says to the apparent priest, “Just you wait until I get you—.”
“Ding-ding” is the familiar chiming sound as those elevator doors open yet another time for me. I see that Vincent Wauneka is dressed in a football jersey along with tight blue jeans and all-white running shoes. He has his arm around a man in his twenties with him in the elevator car. The man is wearing a UNLV football jersey and white gym shorts. Vincent Wauneka’s large right hand reaches quickly down into the young man’s gym shorts and his face reveals the shock of being manhandled in the elevator car. Vincent Wauneka promises him, “Just you wait—.”
Whenever Vincent Wauneka and I share our bodies with each another, something unexpected happens. During my orgasm with him, I learn many truths about myself that I never even knew I had to learn. I feel confident when I am with him. I want to grab onto his strong hands and never let go. I think about him every day, especially how his pace of breathing increases in the moments before his orgasms. I feel as if I certainly have known this man for a thousand years.
During every moment that we spend together I feel a vibe that he and I create for one another which defies being put into mere words. Yet, the vibe is extremely powerful. He makes me feel real even while I am surrounded by so many falsehoods. That’s more honesty than I usually allow myself to embrace. I also become convinced that I may not have been a real man before he and I shared countless ejaculations together.
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Vincent Wauneka is seated and relaxing on the edge of the bedding and blankets made of futuristic composites in his rack in the crew quarters wearing only his blue robe. He glances up and is aware that a beefy naked man of about 30 years of age is standing silently at one side of the crew quarters as if he has just materialized there from out of nowhere.
The man has broad shoulders, a strong muscular frame, a cock and balls that seem larger than average, and dark, shoulder-length hair. He starts walking toward Vincent Wauneka and speaks in the Navajo language.
Vincent Wauneka gets up onto his feet next to his rack and nods to acknowledge that he understands. “I really prefer to speak English,” he says to the naked man. “Larger vocabulary. Less formal. English slang and swear words are more fun to use, too.”
The naked man smiles slightly and answers succinctly, “I agree.”
“You just introduced yourself to me as Ahiga Akalii. Full-blooded Navajo. Like me,” Vincent Wauneka says.
“Yes. I also work as a time travel agent here at MMDI.”
“Never heard of you. Or saw you before. I believe you are trying to deceive me, deliberately.”
Ahiga Akalii answers: “I have traveled back in time to meet you today, Vincent Wauneka. I am from 97 years in your future. Because we live in different home centuries, we otherwise would never have had the opportunity to meet.”
“Something is very wrong here,” Vincent Wauneka says. “I never have fantasies in which I see naked men.”
“This is not a fantasy. I am actually here. Can you let me use one of those blue robes? We do not have those in my time.”
“Yeah, of course. Sure,” Vincent Wauneka says. “So you can blend in.”
“What does ‘blend in’ mean?”
“English slang for the present day,” Vincent Wauneka answers as he slides open a door in the crew quarters wall to reveal a small closet. “When you put on one of the blue robes, others who may see you will immediately accept you as if you happened to be a time travel agent like me. Like them.”
“Thank you,” Ahiga Akalii replies as he puts on the blue robe. “I assure you that nobody else will see me here except you.”
–blue robe image—
“So?” Vincent Wauneka asks as he stares at Ahiga Akalii trying to assess him. “Just us two guys wearing these uncomfortable blue robes. How do I verify that you are not an intruder? You expect me to take your word that you are not deceiving me?”
“I am not your enemy. I represent no threat to you. Will you listen to me, Vincent Wauneka?”
Vincent Wauneka nods and exhales as though he has been holding his breath for too long.
“Where I come from—almost a century in your future—from that vantage point in the timeline there are certain trigger points on the moon that set up the destruction of our base.”
“What trigger points?” Vincent Wauneka asks.
“In your immediate future, you and others within MMDI participate in the creation of a new religion. That is one trigger point. A second trigger point follows next. There is a violent clash between MMDI agents who live here at base over the new religion. I have been sent here to tell you, face-to-face, about your efforts in the first trigger point.”
“That is craziness,” Vincent Wauneka replies quickly. “I am an atheist. This base will be destroyed in the future?”
“Yes, today you certainly are an atheist. Not how you remain in the near future. And yes, this base is destroyed by MMMDI agents on the moon following religious warfare and brutal violence.”
“You are telling me that I am going to have some great, unexpected religious conversion?”
Ahiga Akalii says, “It is very complicated. You will be putting yourself in danger with the new religion. I cannot reveal specific details about the future. Your future. Not sure MMDI will allow you to remember.”
“You are suggesting the agency controls the memories of us time travel agents?”
Ahiga Akalii smiles broadly at Vincent Wauneka, who becomes aware of how unusual the smile seems and the deeper meaning that the smile conveys.
“Right,” Vincent Wauneka says. “Okay.”
Ahiga Akalii nods to acknowledge Vincent Wauneka and says, “I have traveled back in time to talk to you. Sanctioned, but not an official mission. To try to change the first trigger point in the timeline.”
“This is not working,” Vincent Wauneka mutters to himself.
Ahiga Akalii gives Vincent Wauneka a worried look and says, “Years from today you may remember us talking. Like suddenly recalling parts of something you once experienced from the long-forgotten past. You can stop the religious warfare. You can stop the brutal violence. I assure you that the agency which employs us will rebuild this base even if it is destroyed. So many lives of men here on the moon can be saved.”
“Will I remember? What is my role in all this?”
Ahiga Akalii says, “Creating a new religion from within MMDI poses certain risks to the agency. Like the destruction of this base, for example. And risks to you, personally. I want you to have all the information you need to save yourself from harm.”
“Yeah, I hear you,” Vincent Wauneka replies. “I just have difficulty considering what you told me—that in the near future I along with others begin the creation of a new religion. Just seems unlikely. And the destruction of this base by MMDI agents. Highly unlikely to happen. Makes no sense to me. Are you talking to others as well?”
“No,” Ahiga Akalii says. “Just you. I urge you to be cautious. Be careful about what you choose to get involved in. This is one Navajo to another telling you this. You and I are the only ones of our people ever to work for MMDI. A unique circumstance for Navajo men like us.”
“I never heard of your family name,” Vincent Wauneka admits.
“The Navajo word for cowboy,” Ahiga Akalii explains.
“I am aware of that, cowboy,” Vincent Wauneka says. “Just never heard of your family. Ever. I understand about being cautious and careful. So, what next? Will anyone here now know that you came here to meet me from the future?”
“Nobody here in this timeline will know,” Ahiga Akalii says. “Nobody will know I was here to visit you. Only you will know. In the security scans here at base my MMDI hip implant show up as legitimate. Nobody will suspect anything. I came here and said everything that needed to be said to you.”
“And now you will go back to your home century leaving me feeling like I talked to a hallucination,” Vincent Wauneka says.
Ahiga Akalii replies, “I want only the best for you.”
“I hear you, but I feel suspicious,” Vincent Wauneka replies.
“May I move closer to you?” Ahiga Akalii asks.
“Why? What will moving closer to me accomplish?”
Ahiga Akalii says quietly to Vincent Wauneka as he takes two tentative steps forward, “In my time, my home century, there is a tradition. Some men share orgasms together after such an important meeting as this. Finishes off the importance properly.”
“This some kind of joke you boys in your home century find amusing or what?” Vincent Wauneka asks as he takes two steps closer to Ahiga Akalii.
“I have not mastered humor—at least not what will pass for humor here in the past,” Ahiga Akalii says with genuine embarrassment.
“This is my present day,” Vincent Wauneka says as his annoyance is beginning to surface. “It may seem like the past to you. But I live here. I belong here. You do not. Wait a second. Are you implying you traveled back in time nearly a century so you could have sex with me? Is that what you are trying to say to me?”
Ahiga Akalii responds, “I know things about you that others do not know. Not only am I a fellow MMDI agent. But I live and work nearly a century in the future compared to you. What I am saying is: The reputation you have as an MMDI agent is unmatched by any other agent. When you go on missions, you have a cover story. MMDI agents do not know this because of security issues. I was made aware of your cover story before I traveled here to meet with you today. Your cover story is that on Earth you were a sex worker. You have rented your body to other men.”
“Yeah,” Vincent Wauneka says. “So what?”
“You have kept that secret identity from agents due to security issues. But, where I am from, you are a legend among men,” Ahiga Akalii says. “You are the one MMDI agent with the highest sexual skills and talents ever.”
“If you say so,” Vincent Wauneka replies as he starts to chuckle. “I am not being modest. I only know the here and now. Do I remember missions I go on? Not really. Cannot remember shit.”
When he sees that Ahiga Akalii does not understand the English slang, Vincent Wauneka just keeps talking: “I do not think of myself as special at all. I enjoy sex, yes. But all men do. I use that sense of enjoyment. Helps me succeed on missions. Not sure that qualifies me to be called whatever you said. Like I have the biggest cock compared to everyone else.”
“Very modest. And you radiate a very powerful sexuality,” Ahiga Akalii says. “Natural. Not faked. I must admit that I admire you. As a Navajo. As a man.”
“You also focus upon sex as a priority in your life,” Vincent Wauneka says. “I am certain of that. It is what all us MMDI agents do. I can see that you are a very sexual man.” Vincent Wauneka smiles as he imagines the sexual behaviors of his guest Ahiga Akalii.
Vincent Wauneka does not smile as he quickly approaches Ahiga Akalii and removes his visitor’s blue robe, letting it fall to the floor. Vincent Wauneka aggressively grabs Ahiga Akalii’s large cock and balls and says to him, “If you want, I will properly finish you off. In accordance with your traditions in your home century.”
“You expect me to be submissive for you?” Ahiga Akalii asks.
“You arrived here today, my Navajo brother,” Vincent Wauneka says as he squeezes Ahiga Akalii’s cock and balls tighter. “You walk into my quarters and tell me I am famous. You say I have the biggest cock. I forget your exact words.”
“Highest sexual skills and talents ever,” Ahiga Akalii replies as he tries unsuccessfully to remove Vincent Wauneka’s hands from tightening their grip on his genitals.
Vincent Wauneka says. “Makes me think you really want me to fuck you. Just go with that. This is no other way this ends here today. You know that and I know that.”
Ahiga Akalii gasps as Vincent Wauneka pushes him onto his back onto the bedding and blankets in his rack and then climbs on top of him after throwing his own blue robe aside. Vincent Wauneka’s muscular hands effortlessly raise Ahiga Akalii’s strong legs into the air and hold them in position.
Vincent Wauneka enjoys showing other men in that particularly unmistakable way that he is unstoppable and that they are about to experience the intense pleasures of being fucked by him.
Vincent Wauneka bends down and inserts his wet tongue masterfully into Ahiga Akalii’s anus. Ahiga Akalii responds involuntarily; both his powerful arms fall simultaneously to the mattress. Ahiga Akalii cries out ecstatically in the Navajo language. Vincent Wauneka pulls his head up from Ahiga Akalii’s bottom and says, “Told you: Fucking speak English, cowboy.”
Ahiga Akalii moans uncontrollably as he is completely lost in sexual bliss. Vincent Wauneka then inserts himself slowly and deliberately into Ahiga Akalii, whose handsome, masculine face reveals both the pain and the pleasure while receiving someone so thick and solid as Vincent Wauneka.
This man, a Navajo like me, may be lying to me. About creating a religion. About the destruction of this base. Sure feels good fucking him! Not like other Navajo men I have had. Does not try to conceal himself. Does not hold back. Should I believe him? The crazy things he told me about the future? But I am certain he will never forget how I fucked him.
After an extended series of muscular plunges into Ahiga Akalii, Vincent Wauneka reaches the point of no return. As his climax starts, Vincent Wauneka exhales, expressing his powerful release with sounds more akin to an animal growling in triumph than a mere man’s voice. While pumping Ahiga Akalii with unrelenting thrusts, Vincent Wauneka reaches down and strokes Ahiga Akalii’s cock without mercy, quickly causing Ahiga Akalii to ejaculate wildly. He shouts out uncontrollably as both men spasm together in Vincent Wauneka’s rack. When Ahiga Akalii passes out, Vincent Wauneka puts his head on top of Ahiga Akalli’s and whispers softly to him: “You lost, cowboy. I intend to drag you to the nearest airlock. Blast you naked onto the lunar surface. Nobody from your home century will ever find the remains of your body out there.”