Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2016 18:26:42 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 16

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER SIXTEEN – SERVICING THE SERVER

Having cleaned out my freshly double-fucked ass and fed the last of its
white spunk treasure to me, Jon was playing with my nipples, alternately
sucking on them until they were hard and then tweaking them until I yelped
a bit. Despite my recent climax while Jon drilled my ass, my cock was
semi-hard again and betraying the reality that, regardless of my
complaints, I liked what Jon was doing. I saw the bulge of Jon's junk under
the bed sheets and was pretty sure he was getting aroused, too. I was
contemplating diving under the covers and going down on him when he pulled
my head down to his bare chest and said, "Suck my tits. Nibble on `em. Bite
`em a little, too."

I eagerly went to work on Jon's nipples and made love to them. He thrashed
around on the bed and moaned, but he kept my head clamped on his chest. I
had rolled over so that my left leg was draped over Jon's waist, and he was
thrusting his cock upward against my thigh, humping my leg as I munched on
his tits.

"Oh, fuck that feels great," Jon moaned. He pulled my head up and crushed
his lips against mine, kissing me. I continued to work his nipples,
replacing my teeth with my fingers and rolling his hard tit tip between my
fingers until Jon whimpered.

"I'm gonna get my tits pierced and put rings or barbells in them so that
dudes can really twist and torture them," Jon said when he came up for
air. "I would've done it already, but Jan worries about our modeling. Hell,
if it wasn't for modeling, I'd have tattoos and piercings all over. I keep
telling Jan that edgy, tatted dudes are an easy sell in modeling, but he
says our look is golden right now, so we shouldn't tinker with success."

I pictured a tatted, pierced Jon hovering over me and mercilessly pounding
my ass and decided I would love him either way. But it gave me a warm
feeling that my half-brother was confiding in me.

"You should get a tattoo on your awesome bubble butt that says, `Brothers'
Forever,'" Jon said, "because you're going to be giving it up to your big
brother from now on. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that I
have a horn dog little brother who loves having my stiff cock buried in his
boi pussy. You're awesome." I got an even warmer glow from Jon's comment
and nuzzled into him, happy and contented.

Jan appeared with two cups of coffee and a cup of tea. When he spotted us,
he muttered, "Wait for me, slut puppies." He dropped his shorts and hopped
into bed with us, and the three of us sipped tea and coffee and lounged for
another half hour, enjoying the lazy Sunday morning.

I was about to slip under the covers and go in search of a cock I could
suck when Jan announced that my brothers needed to shower because they had
some modeling appointments at the Convention Center. I was modestly
disappointed that I wasn't going to get another mouthful of hot jizz, but I
by now I knew I wasn't far from another sexual tryst with my brothers, so I
could wait.

I returned to my room, ruffled the bed in case someone wondered why I
hadn't slept in it, cleaned my teeth and slapped on some deodorant before
taking the empty cups back up to the kitchen. A shower could wait. I didn't
really need to shave – face it, I seldom did – but I ran a razor
across my chin and jaw just in case.

The kitchen was a hubbub of activity. Apparently my aunt was having Sunday
brunch for a group of her girlfriends. I slipped into the kitchen,
depositing the cups in the dishwasher, but as I was leaving, the doorbell
rang. Actually, because the main entrance into the penthouse was an
elevator, maybe it was an elevator bell.

My aunt asked if I would mind meeting the elevator on my way back
downstairs. I was happy to help.

I wasn't quite prepared for what I saw when the elevator opened. To my
surprise, I discovered that it housed Alec, our long-haired waiter at Pizza
Rock. He was dressed in shorts and a muscle shirt.

I didn't think Alec would recognize me – I mean, a waiter probably sees
what, a couple hundred diners in a week? But he grinned immediately and
said, "Hey, New York."

"Um, hi," I responded. Alec looked hot at Pizza Rock, but out of the
restaurant's dim lighting, he looked damn hot. His long hair cascaded to
amazingly broad shoulders, and I spotted earrings in both ears that I
hadn't detected at the restaurant. The dude was more trim and slender than
super muscular, but his arms and legs were ripped. Thick veins graced every
inch of smooth skin that I could see on his bare arms and legs. The veins
concentrated on Alec's forearms and the back of his hands, but they
extended up his biceps and down his legs as well.

"I'm here for the brunch," Alec said. "Sorry I got here so early. If that's
a problem, I can come back."

The regular kitchen staff was already scrambling to get the brunch ready,
and knowing my aunt, she would be delighted to have someone else to put to
work. "Nah, I don't think it's a problem," I replied, still drinking Alec
in with my eyes.

"Cool," he smiled. "Is there a place I can change clothes?" He pointed to a
gym bag he was carrying.

"Oh, yeah, sure," I replied. I started to direct Alec into a powder room
near the elevator when I made a full stop. I had a much better idea. A
total inspiration. "Follow me," I said, "you can change in the locker room
downstairs."

We dropped down the stairway to the lower level of the penthouse. "Pretty
amazing place," Alec said. "I've been in a lot of impressive condos on the
Strip, but this one is awesome. Your parents?"

"Actually, my uncle and aunt's. I'm only here for spring break."

"Oh, too bad. You leaving soon?"

"Yeah, tomorrow," I said glumly, reminded that I had 24 hours left in
Vegas. Alec looked genuinely sorry. I know I was.

We reached the locker room and Alec said, "By the way, I think I saw you
guys at RevoSunday last week. Silver, black and red singlets? Those were
damn hot."

"Yeah, that was us. I wish I had seen you," I replied.

Alec smiled and asked "You guys going tonight?"

"I hope so," I said. As usual, I had no visibility into what Jan and Jon
would cook up for the night, but a return visit to the dance club sounded
great to me.

"Good," Alec said. "Maybe we can hook up." I was left to contemplate
whether `hook up' meant `hook up' as in `fuck' as opposed to merely `hook
up' as in `talk.' Of course, the fuck version of hook up would pose some
logistical problems unless Alec knew of someplace like the backstage where
Aleksei, Evgeny and Pyotr had pillaged my ass at the Seven Deadly Sins
party last night.

Alec slipped his muscle shirt over his head and I gasped at the sight of
his bare chest. The dude was totally, completely ripped. With his clothes
on I could tell he had a great body, but shirtless it was clear the dude
was amazing. He would have to inhale a room full of cheese and sugar to
register a pound of body fat. His smooth skin looked like it had been
poured over rock hard, starkly defined muscles. I stared, wide eyed.

"So, you gonna stand there and watch me get undressed, New York?" Alec
asked with a sly smile. I had been leaning against a row of lockers and
hadn't realized I was staring so blatantly.

I wasn't really contemplating trying anything with Alec, but hearing his
question and ogling his hot body spurred me into action. "No," I answered
with confidence, shaking my head. Go for what you want, a voice in the back
of my head said. I took two steps forward, dropped to my knees and yanked
Alec's shorts and boxers to his ankles. Looking up at Alec, I said, "I'm
gonna help you get undressed."

Alec's eyes had gone wide in surprise, but I was intent on my prize. I
wanted the dude to fuck me up the ass. I was still carrying around the
remnants of Jan and Jon's morning loads that Jon hadn't sucked out of me,
but Alec was too damn hot to pass up. Unless Jon had been wrong at Pizza
Rock last week and I had completely misread Alec today, Alec wanted me or
at least wasn't going to resist. Keeping my eyes riveted on Alec's amazing
body, I bent forward and stuck out my tongue, tickling the bottom of Alec's
smooth, low hanging ball sac. He gasped and exhaled a quick, "Oh fuck!"

I had my boy exactly where I wanted him. I went to work, licking and
sucking his smooth eggs, taking each of them into my mouth as I watched his
cock begin to arch toward the ceiling. My own dick responded in kind,
pressing against the silky material of my shorts.

Alec's cock was built like he was. Slender, hard and veiny, it was soon
pointing skyward like a bayonet. His cock rested in a tiny bed of dark
pubes trimmed almost to nothing. I liked the look. It focused attention on
his cock and made it look bigger. Not that he was small in the first place,
but the visual of his long, thickly-veined cock juxtaposed against his
flat, veined stomach riveted me. Damn, I wanted that hunk of man meat in my
ass. But only after I got to feel it deep in my throat.

The dude was pre-cumming like crazy by the time I worked my way up to his
cock, licking his shaft and then swallowing it as I felt up his lean legs
and ripped torso. Gasping and moaning, Alec managed to pull my T-shirt over
my head. He stopped me long enough to bend down and deliver a deep French
kiss, but then let me go back to work on his fuck rod.

No way was Alec getting a blow job. I wanted his dick in my empty
hole. Rising to my feet and slipping my shorts and boxers – actually
Jon's shorts and boxers – over my hips, I kicked them into a corner. I
pulled Alec into a kiss, grinding my lips against his. I guided his hands
down to my ass cheeks, and in case that action wasn't clear enough to
communicate the agenda, I said, "You're gonna ram your cock so far into me
and ride me so hard that you're gonna fuck me into tomorrow. You're gonna
breed me like a bitch and seed my boi pussy and when you're done with me,
I'm gonna be on my hands and knees begging you for more. You're gonna
fucking own me like a whore when you're done."

"Fuck yeah!" Alec said with a big grin, kneading my ass cheeks.

Alec wasn't getting a blow job, but he wasn't fucking me doggy style,
either. I wanted him on top of me so I could see his incredible body and
long hair and watch his ripped muscles flex and tense as he thrust his
stiff rod in and out of my boi pussy.

I remembered the drawer Jan had found lube when he took my cherry in this
very locker room not quite a week ago. Sure enough, I located the lube and
greased up Alec's pole and my hole. I flattened myself on my back on a
table, pulling Alec toward me. He eagerly positioned his veiny pole at the
entrance to my hole.

To that point, each of my sexual experiences had occurred within the span
of seven days. Of course, my sex-filled week had been crammed full, and in
the course of the week I had zoomed from a completely clueless 17-year-old
to a 17-year-old slut. I was silly enough to think that my week of sexual
escapades meant I knew how guys fucked. Carefully wedge the head of your
cock inside an ass, pull out slightly, push back in, pull out more, push in
farther, and keep working it until you're pulling all or most of the way
out and sliding in deep. Fuck slowly at first, picking up speed before a
quick sprint to a shattering climax.

Alec shattered my preconceptions about getting my butt plowed. He had one
speed. Frantic. Full speed ahead. At least he did while drilling my
ass. Maybe with other dudes he was different; maybe with me he was worried
about getting caught or being late for brunch, although he had apologized
for being early so I don't think that was it. In any event, he slammed his
cock inside me, catching me off guard enough that I gasped, and then began
fucking my hole like he was running for his life while being chased by
killer vampires.

It was damn fucking hot.

Alec leaned over me, ramming my hole like a jackhammer, and his long hair
fell over the sides of his face. When he bent down to kiss me, my head was
completely engulfed like I was in a tent. He kissed hungrily, almost
desperately. Alec's dark eyes were riveted on me so intensely that the
penthouse could have been burning down and he wouldn't have noticed
anything but my body or considered anything other than fucking my ass. He
gasped, "Damn you're hot. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you in
Pizza Rock. And I couldn't keep my eyes off you when I saw you flying high
and half naked at Revo. But your boyfriends never let anyone get close to
you."

Boyfriends? It hadn't occurred to me that anyone would think Jan or Jon and
I were together, but I suppose from the outside, we looked like a
threesome, and guys could have mistaken Jan and Jon for my boyfriends. Come
to think of it, we had fucked, so there wasn't much separating my
half-brothers and me from being boyfriends. Just the whole incest thing,
but any inhibitions about incest weren't stopping me. In fact, had
absolutely no inhibitions when it came to incest. None. Zero.

Nor, apparently, did I have any inhibitions about fucking a guy who I
barely knew. I had been doing that all week. Actually, when I looked back,
Alec was one of the first dudes I met in Vegas. "Oh, yeah, fuck that ass!"
I begged.

I didn't think there was any way Alec could keep up his frenzied pace. I
figured he would soon slow down, but the longer he piston fucked my ass,
the more it became evident I was wrong. The man was a high speed fucking
machine, and I was loving every second that he pounded my boi pussy.

Alec's long, thickly-veined cock was slamming into my ass so fast that he
was turning Jan and Jon's cum deposits, at least the part that Jon hadn't
sucked out of my hole, into thick, churned cum butter. I ran my hands up
and down Alec's ripped torso, but I let them slide down to his slender ass,
pulling him farther inside me. I loved feeling the play of the muscles in
his glutes as he thrust inside me.

Maybe the reason Alec was so lean was that he did everything at the same
frenetic pace that he used while doing my ass. His metabolism was probably
off the charts. He was fucking me so fast that the inside of my hole was
hot. Temperature-wise, not just hot for his fuck rod.

Alec had been jackhammering my hole for a good 20 minutes when he
climaxed. He never gave me a hint that he was close. His pace never
faltered and he had been gasping for breath and panting heavily practically
since the first moment he rammed his hard prick inside me, so that didn't
tip me off. What tipped me off was the firehose of jizz that rocketed
inside me from Alec's low hangers. It looked like every muscle in his body
was flexed and tensed as his balls exploded, seeding my ass.

Alec finally came to a stop once his balls were milked. He kept kissing me
like crazy and I wrapped my legs around his back to make sure his cock
stayed wedged inside me. "Damn that's one of the hottest fucks I've ever
had," Alec said when he recovered enough to speak.

Feeling cocky and damn happy with myself for going after the hunk, I
replied, "You keep fucking me like that and my ass is yours anytime you
want it. For you, I'm open up for business day or night. Just give me the
word, stud." Alec grinned.

Despite blowing my wad while Jon drilled me less than an hour ago, my cock
had been rock hard since I first took Alec's balls in my mouth. Alec's thin
fingers closed over my shaft and began to stroke me, sliding through the
fountain of pre-cum emerging from my dick. I let him pump my cock for a
minute or two and then nuzzled into his neck and said, "What are you trying
to do? You keep that up and you'll get me off, and then tonight at
RevoSunday I won't be as horny. If you keep me horny, I'll be so wild to
get your cock inside me again that I might just rape you on the dance
floor. You sure you don't want to pound my pussy again tonight? I get
really, really horny when I'm drunk, and a stud like you can do just about
whatever he wants to me."

"Fuck," Alec laughed, "you're gonna get me hard again talking like
that. But you sure you don't want to get off now?"

"I'm gonna be rock hard all day just thinking about what your stiff cock
just did to my boi pussy. I wanna be so horny for you that I'll do anything
you tell me. Anything."

Alec gave my cock one last squeeze and kissed me again, saying, "Damn,
you're hot!"

Alec had built up a good sweat while railing on my hole, so he asked if he
could shower. I was more than happy to join him, getting a chance to stare
and feel his ripped body as I soaped him up and ran my hands over it
again. I needed to shower anyway. After we dried each other off, I wrapped
my towel around my waist and leaned against a locker, waiting for Alec to
get dressed. "This time, I'm watching," I said, blatantly scoping him out.

Alec gave me a knowing grin, intentionally bending over and giving me a
memorable view of his awesome ass as he rummaged in his bag for his
clothes. I couldn't resist reaching forward to run my hand down his crack
and grab his low hanging balls from behind. Alec protested in jest, saying,
"Hey, I thought you were just watching!"

"What are you, a china shop?" I giggled. "Look but don't touch? Just
because I'm watching doesn't mean I can't cop a feel."

"Careful. You don't want to make me late for brunch."

Once dressed, Alec looked hot in his waiter getup, with his white shirt and
bow tie and long hair tied in a tight ponytail. Not as hot as he looked as
he hovered over me with every taunt muscle in his body flexed and his cock
firing in my ass. That was a vision I was hanging onto. I might need it
back in southern Illinois.

I gave Alec a long, lingering kiss as he left the locker room and headed
upstairs for the brunch. I turned down the hallway to my room, but before I
reached it, Jan and Jon bolted out of their room. Jan said, "Where have you
been?"

I blurted out, "Um, I ... got in a quick, uh, workout? And I showered in
the locker room." Admittedly, only my asshole had gotten a workout. Along
with my imagination, now filled with marvelous images of Alec's hard body
and his frantic, frenetic frenzied-fuck of my hole.

"Get dressed, dude," Jan said. He pointed me toward the twins' room and,
once there, tossed me some clothes. "We gotta get over to the Convention
Center. We just found out that you've got an appointment with an amazing
modeling agency."

"Yeah," Jon added, "Those Ric Noc photos of you scored fast and they scored
big. Told you they would!"


TO BE CONTINUED...


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