Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2016 15:32:43 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 21

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS...

After my late night with Jan and Jon at RevoSunday, Monday morning rolled
around far too early. Ren was scheduled to drop me in southern Illinois and
continue to Jan and Jon's boarding school on the east coast. I was dreading
leaving Las Vegas, but things got worse when we overslept and had to hustle
to get ready.

To my disappointment, that meant no morning split roast from my twin
brothers, and I would miss a final fling with my Freddie-Fox-look-alike
twin brothers. But Jon assured me they'd introduce me to the mile-high club
on the way to southern Illinois. Not only that, Jan told me Ren was
planning on getting us to the airport in Illinois early, meaning I might
get a final ride on the stud pilot's big cock and one last load of flyboy
cum once we hit the ground.

At least that gave me something to look forward to on my trip back to the
place I was dreading and picturing as a prison. I'd be out in 18 months
with good behavior, but when you're 17, that's an eternity.

We were wolfing down breakfast when my uncle appeared. He was serious and
businesslike. He also didn't look as tired as I felt despite the fact he
was up as late as I had been. "Jen," he said, sitting down opposite me. "I
have some important news. The results of your DNA sample found a
match. We've identified your birth father. And by sheer coincidence he's in
Las Vegas temporarily and is coming by this evening. This is important
enough that you should stay another day and not have to worry about heading
to the airport. Ren can take you back to Illinois tomorrow."

I was in a fog, grasping at the consequences. Jan and Jon pulled me
downstairs. With almost no time before they had to leave for the airport,
Jon handed me my long-lost suitcase and Jan said, "We were going to give
this to you on the plane, but that's not going to work out, so here."

I hadn't seen my suitcase since stowing it on the flight from southern
Illinois to Vegas. I worried about it early in the week, but had forgotten
about it. "Go ahead, open it," Jon urged. I could tell something was up.

Rather than my sad collection of Wal-Mart clothes and my father's
hand-me-downs, my suitcase was filled with an array of new designer
duds. Jon explained, "We took your suitcase the first day, figuring it
would be easier to make you run around naked all week, but it turned out we
didn't need to bother. To make it up to you, we got some great clothes –
all exactly your size, even the shoes. We each contributed an old
Abercrombie & Fitch polo shirt, because you look so damn hot in them that
we couldn't resist."

"We still have your old clothes, if you want them," Jan added.

I didn't want my old clothes before I set foot in Vegas, and I certainly
had no desire to see any of them again. "Find a good charity for them," I
said, happily digging through my suitcase. In the back of my mind, I
wondered how my new clothes would go down with my father and, for that
matter, with my high school classmates. I guess I was going to find out.

I gave each of my twin half-brothers a deep, passionate kiss and they
bemoaned not having me on the plane with them. "Fuck, without you, we're
headed back to mutual blowjobs a day earlier than planned," Jon grumbled. I
knew Jan had plans to hook up with the college student he met on Saturday
night at the Seven Deadly Sins party, and after seeing Jon in action with
Brandon last night, I had a feeling that neither of my twin brothers were
going to be totally deprived of tight asses to fuck. Still, I would have
much preferred that it was me they were breeding. They at least had each
other's mouths. I had only my trusty right hand. Fuck. I hadn't jacked off
all week, but was headed back to an exclusive diet of masturbation.

My brothers talked about getting together in the summer in Aspen and next
fall in New York. As if. My father had relented to let me spend spring
break in Las Vegas, but I had no illusions about any more vacations with my
newfound family. All of that was going to be on ice until I turned
18. Hell, maybe even after that my father would find a way to keep me away
from Jan and Jon.

Before I knew it, Ren and my brothers had taken off for the airport. I was
going to miss the stud pilot almost as much as my brothers, although maybe
I would see him for one final time tomorrow.

My uncle left the penthouse for a meeting, saying he would be back before
my birth father arrived. Without Jan and Jon, the penthouse seemed
instantly quiet. Even my aunt chatting on the phone about some trip she had
planned for later in the week didn't fill the space. Plus, my mind was far
away.

With an entire day to kill, I hit the penthouse gym and worked
out. Exercising didn't do much to take my mind off what was about to
happen. I constructed and abandoned half a dozen pictures of what my birth
father would look like. I worked myself virtually to exhaustion but still
had most of the day in front of me.

Jan and Jon had an awesome array of video games, but I wasn't in the mood
for that. The pool didn't open until late morning, and even if both Cameron
and Giovanni had been lifeguarding, I would be way too fidgety to hang out
and soak up sun. The quiet in the penthouse was deafening, so I opted for a
long walk, hoping it would distract me.

Vegas doesn't sleep. Monday morning on the Strip was almost as crowded as
Sunday afternoon, and I saw scores of people already gambling and
drinking. Having walked the Strip the day before, I wasn't up for more of
the same, so on the spur of the moment, I headed toward UNLV. Other than
the Southern Illinois University campus near where I lived, I had never
seen a college campus and figured I would kill time by checking out UNLV. I
would have to make a decision about where to attend college in a year,
maybe sooner. My parents would push me to live at home and attend SIU, but
I had no intention of doing that. Happily, my grades were good enough I
could get into plenty of other colleges. Figuring out how to pay tuition
and eat would be my problem.

It's possible Monday morning is the absolute worst time to see a college
campus. But even accounting for that, I was disappointed in UNLV. I suppose
I was picturing it as looking like my brothers' picturesque New England
boarding school. An Ivy League campus transferred to the desert. I
shouldn't have been surprised by the UNLV campus, because Las Vegas was
little more than a windswept desert outpost when most of the stone
buildings at colleges back east had been constructed. If gambling hadn't
put Vegas on the map, the city would have still have been a town without a
stop light.

A couple of the UNLV buildings were cool, but the campus seemed to mostly
consist of concrete blocks surrounded by parking lots. Lots of really big
parking lots. I hung out and watched dreary eyed college students heading
to classes, but the eye candy was disappointing compared to what I enjoyed
during my spring break. I mean, a random selection of college students at
any school was pretty much guaranteed to compare poorly with my brothers
and the assortment of models, pilots, lifeguards and gymnasts with whom I
spent the week. Still, a few guys were hot, and it helped that in the
desert spring, guys were in tank tops and shorts. More than a few dudes
were shirtless.

I thought about calling Brandon on the spur of the moment and seeing if he
or one of his twink-loving frat brothers was around. Who knew if the frat
stud even remembered me after last night – everyone had been trashed –
and I would only sound desperate and clingy if called him up the morning
after and announced I was ready to get fucked again. Hell, Brandon was
probably still asleep after the late night.

I was pondering whether I had been in the sun too long – I hadn't doused
myself in sunscreen before I left the penthouse – when I heard a raspy
voice say, "I know you."

A short, muscular guy with jet black hair approached me with a big,
scornful smile. He wasn't quite Asian, wasn't quite black and wasn't quite
Latin, but a mélange of all three. My eyes went to his bare, muscular
arms. A swirling tattoo graced his left bicep. The dude had the kind of
muscles that betrayed long hours lifting weights.

"You're the faggot nephew."

I was suddenly whirled back to southern Illinois, into the fears of my high
school existence. A muscle-bound jock had just outed me. And he was about
to pound me into the ground and then grind his foot on my hapless body. As
if sensing blood in the water, the dude put his flip-flop clad foot on the
bench inches from me and leaned over with a predatory leer. "Whassup,
dude?"

It wasn't a friendly greeting, but I managed to mumble, "Um, not much." I
took some comfort in the fact plenty of students were walking by in the
bright desert sunshine. It seemed unlikely the guy was going to pummel me
for being gay in broad daylight in front of plenty of witnesses.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" the dude asked with an arrogant look.

"Um, no."

The man smirked at me. His left ear was pierced with a big diamond stud,
and his face was covered with a light scruff. He wasn't particularly
handsome. But he had those awesome biceps and shoulders and a predatory
swagger that I found kind of hot, although in the back of my mind I
wondered why he attracted me. It didn't matter, though, because something
told me he was straight, and even if he was bi or gay, he wasn't a guy who
would be interested in a dweeby twink like me.

"Name's Caio. I'm on the cleaning crew at the penthouse. Juggling college
classes, working construction part-time, and cleaning shit for your
aunt. But I got no beef with her; damn nice woman. Your uncle is alright,
too."

"Um, good." I racked my brain trying to recall having seen Caio at the
penthouse. Maybe. I would have noticed his bare arms if I had seen them,
but the penthouse staff wore uniforms with long sleeves.

I was beginning to relax, feeling less threatened than before, but the word
`faggot' was still ringing in my ears. Caio gave me an evil smile and
leaned forward, whispering, "You'll never believe what I saw last week. One
morning while I was cleaning the gym, I heard some noise coming from your
brothers' bedroom. I thought I better check it out. And what do I see? All
three of you in the same bed. One of your brothers had his cock buried in
your ass and the other had his dick crammed in your mouth. Didn't look like
you had a problem with that, either. No problem at all. Looked like you
were having a damn good time. Looked like you wanted to get your ass fucked
in the worst way."

I couldn't claim the scene Caio described had never happened. He could have
seen my brothers and me on any of several mornings.

Caio paused for effect. "But damn, dude, what you were doing is,
like... incest. Doing it with your own brothers! Fucking sick, letting your
brothers dick you. But you liked it, didn't you?"

I swallowed, my heart beating like a drum, but couldn't force out an
answer.

"Yeah, you liked it. I could tell when I watched, and now I can see that in
your eyes. Whaddaya think your uncle and aunt would say if they knew you
was getting split roasted by your brothers? I probably should tell them,
don't you think?"

Shit. I reacted on instinct, my worries about being outed exploding. I
squeaked, "Um, no. Please don't do that."

If I had thought about it, my uncle and aunt might not have reacted all
that negatively. My uncle and I had committed incest, and my aunt seemed to
have wildly relaxed views about sex. Still, when you're a kid you have no
clue how adults think, so I couldn't be sure of what they might do, and
even if I got off the hook, they could be upset with Jan and Jon. I didn't
want to get them in trouble. But hovering over all of that was the meeting
with my birth father. I couldn't take any risks there.

Caio laughed at me. "Why shouldn't I? Give me one good reason I shouldn't
tell them. Your aunt and uncle would probably be damned appreciative that I
let them know. I mean, fucking gay boy incest! And maybe mommy and daddy
back in Illinois would want to know what happened in Vegas."

Crap. My wonderful spring break in Las Vegas was turning into a
nightmare. If I was lucky my parents would kick me out when they found out,
but I suspected my father would never give me the opportunity to
escape. The more likely scenario was that I'd be locked up and the key
thrown away, grounded for the duration and being subjected to daily
berating and ridicule. My ultimate fear was being imprisoned in some sort
of gay conversion therapy. My father was just crazy enough to do it.

Caio bent closer and whispered, "If you think they won't believe me, think
again. I happened to have my cell the morning I saw you getting your brains
fucked out by your brothers. Nice pictures and even a short video."

My nightmare had just gotten worse, if that was possible. "Please don't say
anything," I begged.

Caio stared at me, shaking his head. "What you fuckers were doing is sick."

"Please!" I begged. "I'll do anything you want."

"Ahh, dude, I don't know..."

Caio wanted something. I didn't have any money to give him, so we were both
out luck if that was what he was thinking. "Please, please don't say
anything," I pleaded. "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone."

"Yeah?" Caio smiled. "Appreciate it enough to suck my cock? From what I
overheard, your brothers thought you were a damn good cocksucker."

"Yeah," I said without thinking. I hadn't really thought Caio was gay, and
maybe he wasn't, but sucking his cock didn't sound all that bad. Actually,
if that was the worst thing that came out of this, I would be damn lucky.

"Did I just hear you say you were a cocksucker, faggot? Go ahead, say it
out loud. `I'm a faggot cocksucker.' Lemme hear it."

I swallowed and repeated, "I'm a faggot cocksucker."

Caio laughed. "And that means you wanna suck my big cock, slut, don't you?
You probably want it up your ass, too, huh?"

"Um, I'll, uh, do whatever you want. Just don't say anything to my aunt and
uncle." I thought about Caio drilling me with his dick. He was by no means
a dude I would have chosen, although plenty of guys would think he was
hot. Undoubtedly I had been spoiled by my week with Jan and Jon and the
parade of other men I'd had sex with. But beggars can't be choosers, and if
getting pounded by the muscular dude hovering over me was the way to buy
silence, I would do it in a heartbeat. It would kill some time, and my ass
hadn't had a cock in it all day long. Of course, it was only midmorning.

"Lemme hear you say it, fucker. Lemme hear you say you wanna suck my cock
and get fucked by my big dick. And make it sound like you mean it."

"I want to suck your cock, Caio. I want you to fuck me in the ass." I
didn't know if I was saying it the way Caio wanted, and, scrambling for
words, I added, "Please, give me your dick."

Caio shook his head. "Not very convincing for a faggot slut." I noticed
that his jaws were clenched and I began to worry. His brown eyes were
harsh. Hopefully he was merely having fun playing with me.

This shouldn't be that hard, I told myself. I had gone after guys and
begged them to fuck me. If I wanted a dude, I went for it. I wasn't certain
I wanted Caio, but maybe I did. But I could certainly make him think I did.

I licked my lips and gave Caio my best hungry slut look. "If I had known
that a hot dude with your muscles was in the penthouse, I would have been
begging you to pound my ass. Your muscles are... amazing. I bet your dick
is amazing, too. I bet you fuck fast and hard. I want to suck you off and
get my ass plowed by your stiff cock."

Caio seemed surprised by my sudden transformation into a hungry boi slut,
but he gave me a cocky smile and said, "Well... I guess. I could use a wet
mouth and a hot bubble butt right now. Didn't get any ass this weekend,
which means right now, I'm ready to fuck me a little twink hole. And from
what I saw, you gotta damn nice ass."

Caio's looks weren't a match for any of the models I had been around for
the past few days. His face was sort of pock marked and his eyes were dark
and sinister. But my cock stiffened a bit in anticipation of getting fucked
by the masculine stud. I nodded to Caio. "My ass is all yours."

With a self-satisfied smile, Caio grabbed my jaws with one hand and said,
"So, lemme tell you what's going down. I got two classes right now and
you're coming with me to both of them. Then you're gonna buy me a nice
lunch and a couple of beers to loosen me up a little. No, wait, before you
buy me lunch, you're gonna give me a nice, sloppy blow job. I wanna see
your red lips wrapped around my cock and your pretty eyes looking at me as
you suck me off and beg to swallow my cum. That's right. You're gonna
swallow. Just like a slut bitch. Then you're gonna buy me lunch and the
beers. And during lunch you're gonna tell me how bad you want my cock up
your ass. When we're done with lunch, I'm gonna give it to you, fuck you in
the ass so hard that you'll beg for more."

I could think of worse fates. It was guaranteed to kill time and take my
mind off my coming meeting with my birth father. Getting a first-hand look
at a couple of college classes would be great. But, suddenly worried about
the details, I wondered if I could get into Caio's classes, since I wasn't
enrolled, and whether I had enough money to buy lunch and
beers. Fortunately, I had spent almost none of my own money during my
spring break week, so I figured I was probably okay financially. I broached
the other issue with Caio by asking, "Um, will they let me into your
classes?"

Caio laughed. "Fuck, ya gotta be kidding me. Monday morning? You can have a
whole row to yourself if you want. The professors will be so happy to have
a face in the classroom that they won't give a shit who you are."

Caio motioned for me to follow him. As I got up from the bench, I realized
he was shorter than I initially thought. I was four or six inches taller
than he was, although he outweighed me by a lot. A lot of hard, thick
muscle.

Caio's first class was American History. There was no reason to worry about
the professor wondering who I was, because the class was in a huge
auditorium that seated several hundred, with more empty chairs than
occupied ones. I felt like I should be taking notes to make it appear that
I was a college student, but I was paying more attention than any of the
actual college students.

Next, we shuttled to College Algebra. The class was smaller, but it was
still easy for me to be anonymous. I felt good because, at least based on
the one-class sample, I could whiz through College Algebra easily. Plus,
the professor was hot. He was probably 40 and had salt and pepper hair with
a trim, sexy beard. There was certainly a reason to look forward to college
if I had professors like him.

Toward the end of Algebra, Caio grabbed my hand and slid it onto the bulge
in his crotch. He gave me a lecherous grin and whispered, "I should make
you get on your knees and suck me off right now." Actually, I probably
could have done it, because nobody was sitting close to us and Caio's legs
were masked by the front of his desk. Still, I prayed that he wouldn't try
the stunt. I needed to get out of trouble, not in it.

Class ended without Caio ordering me to suck him. But he was horned up, and
as soon as we left the classroom, the short muscle stud guided me to a
basement restroom. He shoved me into a stall, but rather than pull out his
cock he pulled out a joint and lit it. "I like being stoned when I get my
dick sucked," he confided.

"Damn, boy," Caio said as he blew marijuana smoke in my face and handed me
the joint. I sucked on it, careful to not screw things up and start
coughing. "I figure I'm staring at the prettiest cocksucker in the world,"
Caio said. "With those long eyelashes and thick red lips, you're way too
pretty not to be a cocksucker. I gotta hand it to Jan and Jon. They knew
something good when they saw it."

Caio pulled my T-shirt over my head and took another drag on the
roach. "Watching your brothers fuck you in the ass and in the mouth was
about the hottest thing I ever saw," he said, feeling up my abs and chest,
then squeezing my tits between his thumb and forefinger.

Handing me the joint, Caio and said, "You got a tight little body. Just
enough muscles to be hot. Fucking hot body."

Caio slipped his hands into the back of my shorts and he grabbed my ass. In
moments, he had spread my cheeks apart and I felt his finger sliding in my
crack. "Damn, been a long time since I fucked a hairless hole. I don't
usually go for smooth twinks, but you're fucking hot and I'm sure as hell
gonna enjoy balling your fine ass."

Caio took the joint back and sucked in a big lungful of smoke, then pressed
his lips against mine and breathed the smoke into my mouth as he French
kissed me. Whatever he was smoking was potent stuff, because I was feeling
it already.

And feeling it enough to go after Caio's cock. I sat down on the toilet
seat and fished Caio's dick from his shorts as he sucked on the last
remnant of the joint. His dick was thick and stubby, but uncut and oozing
pre-cum, which I hungrily slurped down. "Fuck yeah, suck that cock, bitch,"
Caio snarled as I swallowed his fat prick.

Caio pulled his tank top behind his head, giving me a look at his bare
chest. He had a few tiny hairs in the middle of chest and around his
nipples, but otherwise his caramel skin was smooth. Damn nice definition in
his pecs and abs. I looked up to see Caio's eyes closed and a happy smile
on his face.

I expected Caio to take over and face fuck me, but the dude seemed content
to let me do the work as he concentrated on his hard on. Fortunately, the
restroom wasn't used much, although I held my breath as two guys came in
and used the urinals. They were talking about a mountain biking trip over
the past weekend and if they detected us, they never let on.

It wasn't long before my efforts on Caio's dark, uncut manhood resulted
Caio taking a quick series of short breaths. He climaxed without warning,
surprising me with a sudden jolt of spunk that rocketed down my throat
before I knew he was cumming. I got one more taste of his baby batter
before he grabbed my hair, pulled my mouth off his cock and began
frantically fisting himself.

Caio painted my face with ribbon after ribbon of thick, white splooge. His
cum shower of jizz made me think I was going to drown. Caio definitely
hadn't shot for a long time. The weird thing was that his sixth or seventh
spurt was the longest and strongest; it blasted out of his thick dick after
I thought he was slowing down, and it caught me square in the face like a
water balloon. The boy had been saving his gusher for something, and it was
apparently my face.

After his cock lurched for the last time, Caio jammed it back inside my
mouth and he face fucked me with his softening tool. "Swallow, bitch," he
growled. "Swallow my cum. Milk that cock. Fuck, yeah, cocksucker."

Cum began running off my face, and Caio pulled his cock from my mouth and
used it to smear his jizz across my lips and cheeks before sliding back
into my mouth. He gave me a big smile and said, "Damn, you're beautiful
with my cum all over your pretty face and my dark cock against your white
skin. You like a big load of man cum for a change rather than your
brothers' twinkie ball juice? That's only your first little taste of me,
bitch. Your mouth and your ass are gonna be milking my babymakers all
afternoon long, until I gotta go to work."

Lunch was at a greasy spoon diner on the main road west of
campus. Fortunately, it wasn't pricey, so I had more than enough money to
pay. But the place didn't serve beer, so I wondered if Caio had just been
talking when he said I was going to buy him beer.

He wasn't. After lunch he guided me to what appeared to be a small ghetto
of gay bars across the main street from one of UNLV's huge parking
lots. Maybe UNLV had more to offer as a college destination than I had
suspected.

I was surprised the places were open early on a Monday afternoon, but their
signs claimed they were open 24 hours a day. The bar we went into wasn't
crowded, but it wasn't empty either. I suppose enough guys worked odd hours
in Vegas that it was always 5:00 for somebody, even early on Monday
afternoon.

The place attracted college students like Caio in addition to an array of
other men with nothing to do on Monday afternoon other than drink, chat and
cruise. The bartender seemed to know Caio and never carded either one of
us, which was good because I hadn't brought my fake New York ID with me. I
drank a beer while Caio downed several, idly chatting with the bartender
and a couple of other college students, at least when he didn't have his
hands down the back of my shorts. He kissed me a couple of times, making us
look like a couple. I paid for each of the beers, causing the bartender to
give me a suspicious frown, but he never said anything. At least they were
dirt cheap, meaning my meager cash stash wasn't in any danger.

Caio finished his third beer and leaned over to me and said, "I know you
liked sucking me off. I'll bet you're dying to get my cock in your ass."

"You promised," I answered, testing the waters to see if Caio wanted to me
to be more aggressive or if he wanted to control things.

Caio laughed. He got up from his bar stool and said, "Let's take a little
walk. Just you, me, my big cock and your hot bubble butt."

We headed through a side door that led to a large, fenced patio. A few
picnic tables sat beneath several tall shade trees. Everything looked
dusty, even the trees. In the heat of the afternoon, the patio was
deserted.

"So, dude," Caio said to me, "Lemme explain what's gonna go down. I'm going
to take a piss while you take your clothes off and bend over that picnic
table over there. You're gonna spread your ass cheeks good and wide and
when you hear me come back, you're gonna beg me to fuck your ass and I'm
gonna give you your wish. And once my big dick is inside your boi pussy,
you're gonna beg me to fuck you harder and juice your ass. Got it?"

I wasn't too keen on stripping and having sex in a public place, although
the patio was deserted. Caio must have sensed my hesitation, because he
added, "You do exactly what I say this afternoon and nobody but me will
know about you and your brothers' wild little sex party. I won't say
anything and I'll keep the pictures only for myself. I like looking at
`em. But you're totally naked, bending over that picnic table, ass spread
open for my fuck tool. Got it?"

I mumbled my assent and reluctantly stripped off my T-Shirt, shorts and
underwear, bending over the end of the picnic table. At least it was in the
shade.

Caio returned a few minutes later. His rough hands felt up on my ass cheeks
and he slapped my butt a couple of times, saying, "Fuck yeah, pretty
boy. You got yourself an awesome twink bubble butt, and it would be a shame
for me not to put it to good use. And I know you're dying to get fucked by
a real man's cock. Say it."

Recalling that Caio wanted me to beg him, I moaned, "Fuck my ass. You've
been teasing me with your big cock all day long, so give it to me hard and
fast."

"Yeah, slut, beg me," Caio said as he lubed up his cock and my asshole. I
repeatedly plead with the muscle stud to plow my ass.

Caio's stubby cock hurt more than I thought it would. I suppose my asshole
was sore, but maybe it needed a consistent stream of cocks to keep it
stretched. Of course, it had probably only been 12 hours since Brandon had
balled me in the back of his pickup. Weird that I was getting fucked by a
second college cock, back to back.

After a couple of minutes of Caio's cock sliding in and out of me, I
relaxed and the pain disappeared as Caio began to really rail on my ass,
pulling his cock out and slamming back in, spanking my ass and telling me
what a slut bitch I was. "Oh fuck, your ass feels good. Tight twink
hole. I'm gonna seed your faggot ass with my cum."

I encouraged Caio by moaning and saying how great his cock felt inside my
hole. His dick was definitely working my prostate, because wedged beneath
my stomach on the picnic table, my cock was stiffening to full mast.

A movement caught my eye, and I glanced over to see a couple of men
watching the action from the other side of the patio. One guy was pulling
on his cock as he watched Caio's live fuck show. Putting on a sex show for
an audience isn't good, I told myself.

Caio had spread a load of cum on my face and down my throat before lunch,
and he had guzzled three beers after lunch, so I assumed it would take him
a long time to cum. However, his fat cock was only sliding in and out of my
greased hole for ten or fifteen minutes before he started breathing heavily
and gasped, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your hole. Fuck! Take my cum!" His
pace turned frenzied and then he froze as his dick lurched inside me,
spewing jizz and coating the inside of my hole.

Caio didn't stay inside me long after nutting, but as he pulled out, he
slapped his cock against my butt cheeks and said, "That's a good first
round, fucker. But I'm taking seconds on your awesome bubble butt. It's
gonna be a long time before I'm done with your tight twink ass. It's gonna
become very, very familiar with my stiff rod."

Caio paused before bending over me and hissing, "I'm thirsty, so I'm gonna
get another beer while you stay right where you are. You don't move a
muscle. Face down and ass spread. Got it, whore? When I get back, I wanna
see you still bent over this picnic table and I wanna hear you begging me
to fuck your ass. Understood? Beggin me real desperate like, like you're
hungry to have a cock shoved up your ass." Stoned and tipsy from the beer I
drank, I was okay staying where I was. The two dudes who watched Caio fuck
me had disappeared, and apparently I had the patio to myself.

Sooner than I expected, I heard footsteps behind me. I pulled my ass cheeks
open, feeling a bit of Caio's cum leak from my crack, and said, "Fuck my
ass. Fuck me in the ass with your big cock."

I didn't hear Caio's voice right away, which was my first clue that
something was wrong. My second clue was a strange voice saying, "Get your
clothes on, son. I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in."

In shock, I jumped up and whirled around to see two blue-clad police
officers glaring at me behind dark sunglasses. My mind was blank. I tried
to think of something to say, but I couldn't come up with an explanation
for why I was stark naked, bent over a picnic table, spreading my ass
cheeks and begging to be fucked. "Look, I can explain," I mumbled, without
any idea of what I might offer up as an explanation.

"Oh, you'll get plenty of time to explain yourself, son," the oldest of the
two officers said. "Down at the jail. And frankly, I don't think there's
enough time left in history for you to explain this one."

If the officers found anything about the situation humorous, they didn't
let on.


TO BE CONTINUED...

A final chapter to come, wrapping up Jen's spring break. A few surprises
left for our boy!

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