– flashing lights, spotlight, cascading chips. About that time Marco showed up with the cart, his blue eyes wide with delight. “Wow, man, you hit again! I’ve never seen a slot machine do that twice in a row so quickly! You’re on a roll!”

He emptied the tray from the machine onto the top shelf of an open drink cart, and began picking up the rest of the chips from the floor. I watched him bend over, allowing me a good view of his beautiful round bubble butt, with the seam of his Dockers fitting neatly into the crack between his firm, bouncy ass cheeks.

I turned back to the machine, and began feeding it chips and pulling the handle. I noticed this time how much the handle resembled a thick, hard, cock – straight, firm, slightly slippery, from sweat or oils or whatever. It even had a sort of a rounded head at the end of the handle, and it was about 8” long, and tapered back down the shaft to a flare at the base where the ball sack would be.

The way this machine worked – and I didn’t know if they all did this or not; I was a novice at this, remember – was that the slots started spinning when you inserted the chip, and they stopped when you pulled the handle down far enough to make contact with some trigger at the base. I adopted a technique of pulling the handle first by the thicker head at the end, and then slowly sliding my hand down the length of the shaft as I pulled down, but not pulling far enough to make contact and stop the spinning slots until I felt that it was right. It took me a few tries to get this down pat, but when I did – Wham! Bam! Thank you, Man! – another gusher. Lights, bells, spotlight, “Ladies and Gentlemen…” – and Marco, stood there, grinning wildly, his impossibly handsome face flushed, looking like Dionysius’ favorite Faun.

There was quite a crowd gathering behind us now, and some in the crowd were getting a little too close to the cart, and a little too grabby. Marco signaled for one of the pit crew – “We better get a count on this before too much of it disappears.”

The pit crew guy came over and started gathering my loot into a large, lockable bank-type bag. “We’ll take a count on this and bring you back a receipt that you can cash out with when you’re through. No rush – play as long as you like. Congratulations!” I was a bit surprised that everyone seemed so happy to see a winner, but I guess that encouraged the rest of them to keep playing, or something.

I reached into the pile of chips and scooped up a handful, and asked the pit guy, “Am I allowed to tip Marco here?”

That got another grin from Marco, and a quick “Oh, no - you don’t have to do that.”