Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2016 14:45:32 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 20

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER TWENTY – LAS VEGAS NIGHTS, PART THREE

Jan and Jon were glum when they returned from their modeling engagements
late on Sunday evening. They wanted to hit RevoSunday, but hadn't come up
with a viable plan to get my uncle and aunt to let us out for the
night. When I delivered the news of my failed modeling career, it didn't
make their mood any cheerier.

"Why don't I just ask your dad if we can go out?" I suggested as we knocked
around, playing video games.

Jan and Jon exchanged glances and shrugged. "Better than any idea we've
had," Jan said. "Maybe if junior asks, dad will let us take him out for one
last night on the town. You know, see the High Roller and shit like that."

"Yeah, as long as we're home before any fun happens," Jon said
skeptically. He wasn't betting on me having success. But I cheerfully
bounded up the stairs to my uncle's study to ask. As I quietly knocked and
poked my head in the study, I was certain I could smell the distinct odor
of sex. Whether the odor I was sniffing was from my uncle plowing
Giovanni's ass or mine, I couldn't tell. Probably both.

I was already thinking about an encore with my uncle. My romp with him had
only wetted my appetite for another session; he looked more masculine than
ever now that my view of him had changed from being merely a relative I met
only a week ago. The discouraging thing was it was hard to imagine when –
or if – I would get another roll in the hay with him, given I was headed
back to southern Illinois tomorrow morning.

Jan and Jon had plenty of experience tailoring what they said to their
parents. I had none. Before I knew it, what I thought was a simple request
had turned into a nightmare. I had confessed everything to my uncle,
including wanting to go to RevoSunday and the existence of our fake New
York IDs.

To my surprise, my uncle took it matter-of-factly. "I give my sons credit
for creativity," he said. "As a parent you worry your kids will make
mistakes and get in trouble. But at the same time, if the boys weren't
sneaking off to drink and experiment, I'd wonder why not. They'll be on
their own at college in six months, and I won't be watching their every
move then. What I mostly worry about is anything dangerous, like combining
drinking with driving. Sex, too, to a degree. So, tell you what. We'll make
this a boys' night out. I have to go out tonight so I'll drop you off at
the Mirage. And I'll pick you up. In between, have fun, but use your
heads."

Initially, Jan and Jon were thrilled that my scheme worked. They were a bit
incredulous, too, and Jon began to prod me on what I had said to my
uncle. By the time I admitted to having exposed their fake ID scam, their
happiness was considerably tempered. But I pointed out that my uncle hadn't
stormed down the steps and demanded that we turn in the IDs, and he knew we
would be sneaking into RevoSunday, so he must be sort of okay with it.

We got an additional insight into the night, however, when Jan called Ren
about our flight time tomorrow and Ren let it slip that he and Dolph were
coming to the penthouse later for a devils' three-way with my
aunt. Apparently the Ren-Dolph combo at the cougar orgy had been such a big
hit that my aunt was ready for seconds. Suddenly it didn't seem so
surprising that my uncle was getting the three of us out of the
penthouse. My request might have inadvertently solved a problem for my
uncle and aunt.

My uncle had a sleek black European sedan that smelled new and we piled in
and headed out to the Strip and the Mirage. He dropped us off with strict
instructions on when and where to meet him, but we had plenty of time for
some fun. Nobody asked where he was headed at this time on a Sunday
night. I would have suspected Giovanni and Cameron, but my uncle had
specifically discussed Wednesday with Gio and hadn't said anything about
tonight. Maybe my uncle had another guy he was fucking. And maybe he was
doing something completely unrelated to fucking. My brothers were too
excited about the prospect of RevoSunday to focus on where their father was
headed.

The doorman checking IDs at Revolution's Guest List door wasn't the same
guy who put us through the ringer the week before, which was a relief
because we didn't have any trouble getting in. Tion met us and escorted us
to a private table, and once again I was blown away by the spectacular
scene. This time, however, I was less of a newbie stunned by setting foot
in the flashy place and more ready to party. I was going to enjoy my last
night in Vegas.

I took a long look at the DJ booth, but I knew Rafe wasn't playing tonight
and I couldn't tell if someone had cleaned off the window after I had spent
the afternoon coating it with cum while Rafe pressed me against the window
and pounded my butt. It was too bad that I wasn't going to be in Vegas,
because it would be damn hot to spend a night in the booth with Rafe,
sucking his cock and getting my brains fucked out while throngs of partiers
danced below us.

Easter was a week away, and the theme of the week's RevoSunday party was
`Christian... (as in Andrew).' Having spent countless hours in Bible study,
my first reaction was that it was very strange for RevoSunday to have a
religious theme, focused on Jesus's disciple Andrew, somewhat obscure
unless you were Scottish. The mystery was solved, however, once we were
inside and I figured out that Andrew Christian was a designer of sexy and
revealing men's underwear. A half dozen go-go boys clad in brightly colored
underwear gyrating on a makeshift stage in front of a big Andrew Christian
logo. "Andrew Christian underwear is the best!" Jon shouted, ogling the
dancers.

Once we were set up with booze and Jon had fed me the now-customary little
pill, Tion returned with three scanty pairs of underwear. Apparently
everyone at the party got a free pair, and many of the guests were showing
off their new underwear, which predominately consisted of brightly colored
briefs that were missing panels of material. If it wasn't the sides of the
briefs that were absent, it was the butt. Most of the men wearing their new
Andrew Christian underwear had at least partially exposed asses, and some
of the briefs were little more than jock straps with luridly colored
pouches to highlight the wearer's junk.

Tion tossed a scarlet brief to Jon and a baby blue one to Jan, explaining,
"They match your earrings, darlings!" I wondered if my twin brothers would
switch underwear tomorrow morning when they switched earrings. For me he
had a greenish-blue pastel job. "I decided green is your color, baby," he
gushed. "Although it's a shame to cover any of you up."

Jan and Jon quickly pulled off their clothes while Tion somewhat shielded
them from the crowd. My twin brothers slithered into their briefs, laughing
at the revealing cuts. A week ago I would have been petrified to strip in a
room of men, but I followed suit, calmly dropping trou and pulling on the
tiny pastel green-blue pair of underwear. It barely concealed my pubes and
made my cock look big. At least my ass wasn't bare, but the clingy material
left little doubt about my junk, and the brief had a big cutout below the
waistband in the rear that exposed the top of my ass crack. Well, more than
the top, actually.

Fortified with a quick couple of shots of Jack, we hit the dance
floor. Half the dancers were clad in nothing but their Andrew
Christians. Everywhere I looked, ass cracks and bare buns were showing. The
crowd looked like it was straight from Revo's skin party from last week,
but done up in springtime pastels.

Jon peeled off to pursue a dark haired boy who was either Vinny, the pool
attendant I met earlier in the week, or a guy that looked a lot like
him. Jan and I continued to dance, but I caught Jan scoping out a young,
blond haired man with a trim beard. Remembering the tall blond boy Jan had
chased last night, I figured giving Jan some freedom was the right thing to
do. And I was ready to do some cruising on my own. I cupped my hand around
Jan's ear and said, "Go for it dude. I'm thinking you need a close up view
of that man!" The dude looked to be five or seven years older than Jan, but
then everybody in the bar was older than we were. I didn't see a single
dude who looked as young as 18, let alone 17.

Jan grinned and gave me a big, sloppy kiss, slipping me his tongue as his
hands found their way into the exposed top of my briefs and he grabbed my
ass cheeks. The kiss lasted longer and longer and I was beginning to wonder
if Jan was going to decline my offer, but he finally broke the kiss and
said, "You're the best, bro." With one last squeeze of my ass, he wandered
off in pursuit of his prize.

I retreated to our table and guzzled some more Jack. Tion joined me. He
looked damn hot in his skinny suit, particularly in contrast to the
partiers in the bar who were wearing mostly skin. Remembering how hot
Dillinger had been at Havasu, I began thinking about what getting fucked by
Tion would be like. I doubted Tion – or anyone – had a dick that
could match Dillinger's, but the thought of seeing Tion's black skin next
to mine and feeling his cock invade my ass was suddenly intriguing. And
maybe Tion's feet were amazing like Dillinger's had been. His shoes looked
big.

"So, Tion," I shouted above the din, "They ever let you play with the
guests?"

"I wish, dude," he laughed. "I wish. But no touching is allowed. Strict
rule."

"Too bad," I purred, "cuz right now I would really like to get you in
trouble. A lot of trouble. The kind of trouble you'd get into by throwing
me on this couch and shoving your big black cock in my boi pussy and riding
me till the sun rises."

Tion's eyes got big and all he could say was, "Fuck, bro!"

Seeing Tion's reaction was priceless. While I was really only saying stuff
with the talk about him fucking my ass, as I thought about it, I decided I
would do him in a second. I decided to push the man a little farther.

"You can't be surprised," I said, running my tongue over my lips in what I
hoped was a `come-fuck-me' move. "Black hunk like you, hell, you probably
have dozens of dudes – black, white, brown, you name it – just
begging you to fuck their asses. So save a spot in the line for me, stud,
cuz I want you to turn me into your private white bitch boi. I can tell
that once you've bred me with your big black cock, I'll be desperate to get
it again and again. Don't they say, `once you go black, you'll never go
back?' I'm ready for you to take me to the promised land, stud."

Tion stared. I wondered if I had pushed things too far. He probably thought
I was either so trashed that I wouldn't remember anything or I was playing
with him. I was kind of playing with him and kind of not. However, the
awkward moment was broken when another waiter grabbed Tion and pulled him
away to help with something.

I scanned the crowd, seeing a couple of guys I recognized. Several of the
models I met at Lake Havasu and at the Convention Center were partying, and
a couple of other dudes looked familiar, too. They could have been
attendants at the pool in my uncle and aunt's building. For an instant, I
thought I saw Alec, but I couldn't be sure. I sure as hell wouldn't mind
seeing his ripped body in a pair of Andrew Christians. In only a week, the
gay party scene in Las Vegas was feeling familiar.

I spotted another dude who looked familiar. I took me a while, but I pieced
together that he was the man who made the pass at me in the john at
RevoSunday the week before. I had only gotten a fleeting glance at his face
then, but his muscular arms gave him away. Both of the dude's big biceps
were graced by double ring tattoos. Like much of the crowd, he was dressed
only in brightly colored Andrew Christian underwear, and his body looked
damn hot. He looked older than he had last week, probably in his 30s, but
maybe that was because this week his jaw was covered by a dark scruff. I
was pretty sure last week he had been clean shaven, but then I wasn't that
focused on his face when I stole a glance at him while retreating to the
stall.

The dude was laughing and talking with some friends. He downed his drink
and headed in the direction of the rest room. On the spur of the moment, I
launched into action. Maybe I was trying to cram as much sex as I could
into my last day in Vegas, but I had been horn dogging it all day long –
actually all weekend long – so why stop now?

I had to hustle to catch up to the guy, but as he walked into the rest
room, I grabbed him from behind, gripping his muscular chest and hard abs
exactly the way he had grabbed me the week before. "Nobody calls me a cock
tease without giving me a chance to prove them wrong," I said in his
ear. He turned his head around enough to recognize me, and his look of
surprise faded to a smile of recognition. I slid one hand down the dude's
sweaty abs and into his underwear, grabbing a promising soft cock.

"Next stall that opens, we'll take it," I said, parroting what the guy told
me a week ago. "The slab of meat in my hand was made to fuck tight
asses. And my ass needs it. I'll wrap my lips around your big cock and suck
it until you're desperate to nut. But you're not here for a blow job. No, a
stud like you needs a bubble butt to fuck and fuck hard. You'll shove me
against the wall, ram your dick into my asshole and fuck my brains out. I'm
ready to be bred and ready for you to turn me into a cock whore. Just the
way you promised. You're the stud that's gonna fuck me like a bitch boi."

"You're still too pretty," the man snarled, "but I'm gonna find out if
you're a cock tease or not." A stall door opened and he hauled me inside.

Sex in a toilet stall always looks hot in the porn videos, but in real life
it has its challenges. At least we didn't have to fumble with our clothes
and undress; we were both pretty much in our birthday suits already. I sat
on the toilet and fished the dude's cock from his underwear, immediately
licking the sweat from his balls and shaft. The guy must have been horny
because his cock powered into an erection in no time. I dutifully deep
throated it, eliciting a series of appreciative moans as I ran my hands
across his muscular thighs and played with his ball sac. Dude had some nice
low hangers.

I could have sucked on my stall mate's dick for a long time, but we were in
a public john, and getting arrested for having sex in the stall wouldn't be
a good way for me to end my stay in Vegas. The guy must have sensed the
same urgency, because I had only mouthed his cock for five minutes when he
pulled me up to my feet and turned me to face the stall door. Taking my
place on the toilet, he nuzzled into my crack and began to slobber spit on
my hole. I wondered if he could taste the remnants of my uncle's cum. Or
Rafe's. Or Lind's or Alec's. Or, for that matter, some of the double load
my brothers had deposited in my hole before breakfast might still be
swimming around inside me. The dude was eating out a well-used butt hole.

With my hole dripping with spit, the man stood up and maneuvered me so that
I was bending forward slightly with my ass stuck out, ready for cock. I
felt his hard shaft probe my crack and locate my anus. I steeled myself for
his entry, and with a quick jab, the dude was in my hole.

"Fuck, damn," the man whispered behind me. "Your ass is fucking tight."

"It's an ass meant to be bred," I replied, "fuck it, stud. Ram your cock
into my boi pussy."

The dude responded by thrusting deeply into my hole, causing me to moan and
beg for it.

"Fuck, yeah," the dude grunted. "You want it, don't you? You want my big
dick inside your hole, don't you?"

I whimpered an affirmative response and the guy moaned, "Damn you're a hot
fuck. Your ass was made for dick, baby."

Soon the dude was ramming his cock into my hole, pulling all the way out
and slamming in again. I urged him to fuck me harder and harder. He grabbed
my chest with his big arms and held me, putting his muscular, tatted biceps
into clear view. His dick felt awesome in my hole. Dude was working my boi
pussy good and he knew what he was doing.

The risk of being caught lent an urgency to our fuck session. This wasn't
going to be a long fuck, only a quickie – wham, bam. I worked his cock
with my hole and urged him on. He piston fucked me for barely five or ten
minutes before gasping and shooting his nut into my hole. He kept his prick
buried deep in my guts until the last blast of cum powered through his
cock. He was still catching his breath when I let his cock slip from my
hole and nuzzled between his legs to clean it, sucking the last drops of
cum from his piss slit.

Worried that there would be a line of angry men waiting for the stall, I
pulled my underwear up and said, "That was hot. But I still think I need
more training from your big dick to turn me into a complete cock whore."

"Anytime you want, kid," the dude said, giving me a glassy-eyed look. "With
that ass, I'll fuck you anytime you want."

Happily, there wasn't a line of guys waiting for a stall, but I got a
couple of knowing smirks from two dudes that had figured out what was going
on. I gave them a smile and nodding toward the stall, cracking, "Highly
recommended. Give it a try."

Back at our table, I looked for Tion, but he was nowhere to be seen. I
wondered if I had scared him off with my trash talk, but surely he had
heard it all before. I was really hoping to run into Alec, but saw no sign
of him. There was plenty of Jack and I guzzled a couple of glasses,
surveying the dance floor and trying to spot my brothers. I finally located
Jan. He was dancing with the blond dude with the beard.

Jon appeared all at once, accompanied by a dark haired guy in hot,
reddish-pink Alexander Christian briefs. I couldn't tell if he was the same
guy Jon had gone after earlier, but up close, I realized the guy wasn't
Vinny, the boy at the pool I met earlier in the week. This guy looked to be
older, but he had thick legs and a nice, muscular chest.

Jon plopped down on the couch with me. I could tell he was drunk and
high. "Bro, been looking all over for you," he said, running his fingers
down my bare chest. "Can I borrow your ass for an hour?"

"What?"

Jon nodded toward the dark haired guy, who gave me a hungry smile. "I
really want to fuck Brandon. I love dark haired boys, and I want my Prince
Albert ring in that man's ass. He told me that he's always fantasized about
being in the middle of a fuck train with two brothers. You and me, bro,
we're gonna make that stud's fantasy come true. My fantasy, too. I didn't
tell him we were only half-brothers."

I had an idea what a fuck train was, but before signing on to one, I
figured I better find out for sure. "What's a fuck train?"

"Dude, come on!" Jon giggled as he said, "Brandon gets behind you and fucks
your behind, and then I get behind Brandon and fuck his behind. Brandon's
in the middle. There's a dick in his ass, and his dick is in an ass. That's
why I need to borrow you. Fucking Jan won't let go of his pilot boy and he
wouldn't let Brandon fuck him anyway. That's why you're perfect, bro. Ya
gotta help me out."

Brandon was staring at me like I was raw meat. He was damn hot, so if he
had tried to pick me up I would have been flattered. And I wasn't about to
tell Jon no, not after everything my twin brothers had done for me all week
long. "Okay, but we can't do that here," I replied.

"Duh," Jon responded. "Brandon drove and his pickup truck is in the parking
lot behind the casino. We get stamped to come back in and sneak out to the
parking lot."

"I guess," I replied.

We exited through the Guest List door, getting stamped for reentry, and
split out of rear door to the casino. The cool night air felt good after
the heat of the bar. Brandon's truck seemed like it was miles from the
casino, but when we reached it, Brandon pulled a couple of blankets out of
the cab and threw them into the bed of the pickup truck.

Clad only in underwear, it took barely five seconds for the three of us to
be naked, and soon we were in a daisy chain, me sucking Jon's PA pierced
cock, Brandon sucking me and Jon going down on Brandon. Brandon kept
glancing at me as I swallowed Jon and saying, "Fuck that's hot!" It felt so
natural to deep throat my brother than it hadn't occurred to me that the
three-way meant Jon and I were putting on an incest show for Brandon, who
apparently was getting off on it.

Hearing voices as a couple walked toward Brandon's pickup, we froze,
keeping quiet. The couple didn't seem to notice us as they walked by, but
the incident highlighted how easily we could be exposed. I figured we
better get the show on the road, and I wanted a taste of Brandon's cock
before he drilled my ass, so I dropped Jon's dick and maneuvered around to
Brandon's dick. Jon took the opportunity to nuzzle into Brandon's ass crack
and begin to rim Brandon's hole. Brandon was content to continue to suck my
cock as Jon and I worked his ass and cock.

Dropping Brandon's cock and sliding around, I began working my way up
Brandon's abs to his chest. His stomach wasn't hairy, other than a tiny
treasure trail, but when I got to his pecs, I discovered his chest was
covered with tiny hairs. It was hot. I figured he probably had shaved his
chest less than a week ago, and his hair was just beginning to grow out.

I nibbled on Brandon's nipples and he groaned and said, "Fuck yeah, bite my
tits." I nibbled a little harder and got an appreciative moan from the dark
haired stud. I tried it again, hard enough that I was afraid it would hurt,
but Brandon merely muttered a happy gasp.

Brandon pulled me off his tits and kissed me, driving his tongue into my
mouth and clamping his big hands on my ass cheeks. "Fuck you're hot," he
whispered. "Your ass was made to take cock. Tell me you want my big cock
inside your tight hole."

Although Brandon's cock wasn't small, I knew after a week of chowing down
on dick that he wasn't big, either. But I guess some guys like being told
they're big. Brandon had a hot body and I doubted he had trouble getting
laid, but it seemed like his ego needed a little stroking, so I said, "Fuck
yeah. I want that big steel rod between your legs inside my ass. Use your
dick to torture my hole until I'm begging for it."

"Fuck yeah," Brandon hissed. He had worked a finger into my hole and was
circling my anus, probably trying to loosen me up. He had no idea that my
hole had been wide open for a parade of stiff cocks all day long. But if he
sniffed his finger, he would figure it out. I didn't want to complicate
matters, so when Brandon's finger left my hole, I grabbed his arm and stuck
his finger in my own mouth. Sure enough, it tasted like cum, cum and more
cum.

Brandon apparently liked the idea that I was mouthing his finger after it
had been up my bum hole, and he gave me a big smile and said, "Damn, you're
a horny little slut, aren't you? Your brother said you loved getting dicked
and you'd do anything to get cock."

I wasn't certain I liked Jon telling guys I was a desperate slut, but it
would be hard to argue with the accuracy of the characterization. "I'll do
anything to get your cock inside my hole," I replied, figuring that I'd
take the opportunity to stroke Brandon's ego. I was already stroking his
cock as Jon buried his face in Brandon's ass. "Fuck my ass, stud. I need a
hunk like you to punish my ass with your big cock."

We switched positions for the main event. I was on my side with Brandon
behind me, and he began to ease his cock into my hole. He was gentle and
careful, and I didn't bother to tell him my hole had been used so much over
the last week that it could take anything. It took Brandon a couple of
minutes to get his prick fully inside me ass.

Once there, Brandon held it there, as Jon got his wish of getting his
pierced cock inside Brandon. It was kinda weird, because Brandon's body
moved as Jon invaded his hole. I could even feel Brandon flinch once or
twice as Jon forced his cock inside Brandon's ass.

We were finally in fuck train mode and Brandon began to slide back and
forth, impaling himself on Jon as he moved backwards and driving into my
boi pussy as he moved forward. "Damn your ass is tight," Brandon murmured
in my ear. After getting exercised all day, no way could my ass have been
tight, so I chalked it up to Brandon not really knowing what a tight ass
was.

Brandon slipped a leg over me to keep my body still as he fucked my
ass. That gave Jon a chance to turn slightly and ram his cock into
Brandon's hole with a bit of a downward motion. Jon was no longer giving
Brandon the chance to slide between the two of us. But Brandon adjusted,
matching his motions to Jon's, pulling out of me as Jon pulled out and then
ramming my hole as Jon drilled Brandon's butt. It was like I was feeling an
echo of Jon's dick impaling Brandon's hole.

Kinda like fucking in a stall, fuck trains sound better than they are in
reality. At least that was my reaction after Jon and I sandwiched
Brandon. Of course, I had witnessed Alec's morning frenzy fuck, spent the
afternoon plastered on the glass of the DJ booth while Rafe's studded cock
raked my boi pussy, and in between had had amazing sex with Lind and my
uncle. To say nothing of getting done by a muscular hunk in a restroom
stall. Damn.

Figuring I would stroke Brandon's ego a bit, I moaned, "Fuck me with your
big dick. It feels so good inside me."

"Yeah, you like a man's dick inside your twink hole, don't you, baby? You
like a real man breeding your ass."

It wasn't long before Brandon was in the home stretch. He moaned and
shouted, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your ass!" So much for
keeping quiet during our parking lot fuck. If anyone was close by, they had
to hear Brandon yell.

Brandon spewed what had to be an immense load of cum into my sloppy
hole. After that, it didn't take Jon long to get his rocks off in Brandon's
ass. Brandon kept his cock buried in my hole until Jon finally blew his
wad, and it was damn hot to feel his manscaped chest against my bare back,
heaving as he caught his breath.

We managed to accomplish the fuck train without getting caught by anyone
walking through the parking lot. But, we ran into an unanticipated problem
on the way back to Revolution. The door we had exited was locked, and
despite pounding on it, nobody came to our rescue. That meant we had to
work our way around the Mirage until we found an entrance, which turned out
to be all the way at the front of the building. From the back and sides,
the place was like a fortress, tall walls of concrete with no windows and
only locked exit doors. Normally, that wouldn't have been a problem, but in
our haste to fuck, we hadn't bothered to get dressed. We had only our tiny
Andrew Christians and sneakers – or in Jon's case, flip flops.

Realizing that we had no alternative other than to traipse through much of
the casino dressed only in skimpy, brightly colored underwear designed to
be scandalous, Brandon unexpectedly had a plan. "Okay, dudes," he said as
we huddled, mostly out of sight, behind some landscaping outside the
Mirage's entrance. "Act like nothing is wrong, but keep moving. If someone
asks, smile and tell them it's a frat house hazing ritual and pretend that
it goes on all the time." It turned out Brandon was in a frat house at UNLV
and what we were about to endure wasn't far from the hazing stunts the
frats pulled regularly.

Our choice was to head through the center of the casino, using what was a
crowded freeway of gamblers and tourists, or to take a more circuitous
route on the edges. We took the long road, and while most of the shops
along the sides of the casino were closed, the bars and restaurants were
not. We got laughs and stares from the crowds, along with a few catcalls,
all the while holding our breath and hoping that security didn't apprehend
us. I had a bad feeling about the situation, worrying that if we were
stopped, my ass would be leaking the prodigious load of jizz that Brandon
had dumped into to it.

By some miracle, we made it back to Revolution unscathed. I have to say,
though, that my brother had good taste in men. In the bright lights of the
casino, Brandon looked damn good in his reddish-pink Andrew Christian
briefs, which were skimpy enough and with enough strategically placed holes
that they didn't leave much to the imagination. Of course, my Freddie Fox
look-alike brother, with his wavy blond hair, looked incredible in his baby
blue briefs, too. It was almost worth the embarrassment of being dressed in
nothing but skimpy underwear in a crowded casino just to see Brandon and
Jon in the same situation.

By the time we were safely inside Revolution, we had time for only a last
drink and a couple of dances before Jan, Jon and I had crawl back into our
clothes and meet my uncle. Brandon got Jon's number and mine. I didn't get
the sense that Jon was all that interested in an encore with
Brandon. Having gotten his wish of fucking the dark haired stud, Jon was
ready to move on to other prey. And, after the fact, Brandon seemed a lot
more interested in me than in Jon.

It crossed my mind that Brandon only let Jon fuck him so he could get his
dick in my ass, but that was crazy. No way the college stud could have been
that interested in me. Still, I wondered after Brandon asked when I would
be in Vegas again and made an intriguing comment about having three frat
brothers who were into smooth twinks and asking if I had ever been involved
in an orgy.

While we waited for my uncle to pick us up, Jan seemed pretty excited about
meeting the blond dude with the beard. He told us that the guy was a baby
pilot. I suppose plenty of baby pilots lived in Vegas, but I wondered if
the dude was the gay roommate that Dolph was balling whenever he wanted to
dump a load. You never know.

Jon was eager to tout his successful foray into Brandon's ass. "Scored a
hot college ass," he smirked. "Nice, tight frat boy hole."

"No way you fucked," Jan said. "Where would you even do it?"

"Back of his pickup truck in the parking lot. And I have a witness," Jon
replied, pointing to me.

"What the..." Jan said, frowning at me. "Three's a crowd. Spill the beans."

"Um, yeah," I mumbled as I felt my face flushing. "I guess Brandon always
fantasized about a three-way with two brothers." Given my weeklong sex
binge, I wondered how I could still be embarrassed, particularly around my
twin brothers.

"You both fucked his ass?" Jan asked incredulously.

Jon rolled his eyes and said, "Duh. Baby bro is a bottom as we all know. We
got Brandon in a nice fuck train. Bonus for me is that our Patty Mitchell
look-alike is carrying a sweet load of Brandon's babymakers home for me to
eat out of his ass. I'm gonna have a nightcap of frat boy cream."

"Jeez!" Jan exclaimed.

My uncle pulled up, and all three of us piled into the back seat. If my
uncle thought it was odd that nobody sat in front, he didn't let on. I'm
sure he could tell that we had been drinking, but he was cool and didn't
say anything. He seemed happy that Jan, Jon and I had had a good time.

I wondered again where my uncle had been in the wee hours of Monday
morning. The only logical answer was that he had been fucking some dude,
but he had already stuffed his cock in Gio's bum and in my hole, so if he
was screwing around, he had a lot of stamina for a guy who wasn't a horny
teenager. Of course, he might have discretely spent the night working at
his office so my aunt could party with Ren and Dolph at the penthouse. I
had a feeling that Dolph would be on the payroll before long as a full time
family stud and part time family pilot.

The tight fit in the rear seat meant I was able to nestle next to my
brothers' bodies without it being obvious. I even put my head on Jan's
shoulder, feeling content and comfortable.

As happy as I was to be between the twins, my return to Illinois in less
than 12 hours hovered like a dark cloud. It would crush me to part from my
brothers, but I knew I would immediately start counting the days until I
would be out of high school, on my own, and able to see them again. And
when I turned 18 I might even have another chance to become a model like
they were. Still, the time seemed like an eternity.

TO BE CONTINUED...

One final day of Jen's spring break left (two chapters); I promise the end
of Jen's Vegas trip will be wild. Thanks for your emails. Readers'
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