Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2024 22:34:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mark Tholtow <markmanscooter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party - Chapter 1

Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party: Chapter 1

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Dear Readers:

This story follows characters from my earlier stories, "Taking Our Sons to
the Tournament", "Home After the Tournament", and "Our Sons College
Tournament" - but was written so that new readers wouldn't necessarily need
to catch up, although you'll enjoy it much more if you do.

The story follows two dads (Will and Matt), both in their early forties,
and their sons (Jake and Eric).  Many other characters emerge as well. Matt
had been recently divorced and Will was in a stagnant, sexless marriage.

They were introduced in the story titled, "Taking Our Sons to the
Tournament" which last posted on 4/22/22. It describes how Will and Matt,
who had only been casual acquaintances (as their sons were best friends and
teammates), discovered and explored their bi curiosity - while their sons
did the same - all while staying at a large hotel, attending a high school
wrestling tournament in the big city a few hours from their hometown.

The second installment, "Home After the Tournament" (last posted on
1/20/23) followed the dads and their sons once they returned home from the
tournament weekend and navigated life after these secret desires had been
unleashed.

The third installment, "Our Son's College Tournament" (last posted on
12/22/23) jumps ahead two years to when the boys are college
freshmen. Matt's son, Eric competes in his first college wrestling
tournament. Will is now recently divorced and living with Matt. They both
make the trip with Will's son, Jake, who lives with them and is enrolled in
the local community college, to watch the tournament - with some unexpected
results.

The title of this story alludes to one of those unexpected results. Sorry
for the spoiler if you're new to Will and Matt.

Chapter 1 - Friday Night. Some Of It Anyway.

Part 1: Vegas Arrival

"They said the elevators were this way, Aaron." Eric said, grabbing his
buddy's arm and redirecting him.  "We're on 17."

Eric and Jake had made all of the arrangements for their fathers' bachelor
party weekend. They had it all planned out and were pretty proud of
themselves.

Jake would be arriving later with their dads. Jake's uncle Jeff - Will's
older brother - and his cousins, Logan and Tristan, were scheduled to
arrive later this afternoon as well. The rest of the party wasn't going to
make it until Saturday.

Eric and their mutual buddy Aaron, who both attended the University a few
hours from their hometown, had caught an earlier flight and were hitting
the ground running on the weekend party.

"What time is dinner again? When does Jake get here with your dads?" Aaron
asked.

"Dude, I just told you all this on the plane. Their flight left an hour ago
and they got routed through Dallas instead, so they should be here by 4:30
- just in time to check in before happy hour." Eric said.

"Sorry; you lost me at Dallas. I was distracted by that Flight
attendant. That's three hours. What do you wanna do? Gamble?" Aaron said.

"Distracted? You were practically ready to join the mile high club. I've
never seen anyone flirt so hard just ordering a coke and deciding which
snack to take." Eric said.

"Really? It was that bad?" Aaron said. "I'm off my game...also, I'm already
in the mile high club."

"Really? When? With who?" Eric said, surprised.

"On the way to Cancun last year for spring break." Aaron said,
casually. "It was when I'd been hooking up with that professor and had just
found out he was married, and his wife was pregnant.  I didn't take it very
well."

"Yeah. That sucked." Eric said and paused. "And?"

"And what? We did it in the rear restroom." Aaron said.

"You and who?" Eric said.

"Some guy." Aaron said.

"Some guy?" Eric said. "What the fuck? What do you mean, 'some guy'?"

"I spotted him sitting across from me at the gate, waiting to board. He was
wearing cargo shorts and flip flops, and I could see up the leg of his
shorts. He had hairy legs - golden hair like Will's...and Jake's.  Anyway,
I could see his dick head and his left nut. He caught me staring and
smirked at me and spread his legs. It was embarrassing getting busted. He
was hot as fuck though, but I know what you're thinking: cargo shorts? But
he had-"

"I don't need the details." Eric stopped him.

"You literally just asked for the details." Aaron said.

"I don't care what he looked like." Eric said. "I just meant, was it
someone we knew or like, a stranger.  So, it was this stranger?"

"Yeah."

"Wait, how does that even happen? Like, once you're on the plane. Did you
talk to him? Where was he sitting?"

"So, now you do want the details?"

"Fuck you." Eric said, smiling.

"He was in front of me somewhere. He got up and was walking past me back to
the bathroom. He smiled when he saw me and just casually lifted up his tee
shirt and scratched his golden happy trail and showed off what looked like
a six pack. Then he slid his hand under his waistband a little." Aaron
said.  "Then he was past me."

"Like, on purpose?"

"Seemed like it. He slowed down as he walked past me. He was staring right
at me. I had an aisle seat, and my hand was hanging off the arm rest and he
let his hairy leg brush against the back of my hand. So, I waited a second
and then just got up and followed him. Great ass too."

"Jesus, A. I said, less detail." Eric said, shaking his head. The elevator
doors opened, and they got on, pulling their carry-on bags. Fortunately,
they were the only ones riding.

"So we waited in the back until some woman left the bathroom and then he
went in and I just went in too and shut the door."

"No one saw you?" Eric asked.

"Not sure. So, I'm mostly hard by this point and those rooms are tiny so my
crotch is rubbing right up against his ass. I reached down and grabbed a
hold of it. The guy was fuckin' fit and then I reach around and shoved my
hand down his shorts and he was-"

"Dude. I get it. You fucked a stranger on a plane. Congratulations." Eric
said. The elevator doors opened on the 17th floor and the two of them got
out and walked down the hall. Eric was scanning the room numbers. "We're
this way." He added making a left at a fork in the corridor.

"Dude, you asked." Aaron said.

"Well, I'm un-asking." Eric said.

"I didn't fuck him." Aaron said. Eric didn't respond. "He turned around and
sat on the can and unzipped me and sucked me off."

"Got more than he bargained for there, I bet." Eric said. "Here's your
room. I'm with Jake across the hall here. 1727. By the way, why do you need
game? You have Brandon now." Eric said.

"I know. You know I don't fuck around. I can still flirt though." Aaron
said. "So, what do you wanna do?"

"It's like a hundred and seven outside. Wanna go to the pool?" Eric
said. "It's supposed to be awesome here."

"Definitely." Aaron said. "Give me five minutes to unpack and change." He
waved his key card in front of the lock.  "I'll come back over here." Eric
said. "I gotta call Lana and tell her we're here."

"You gonna have a little phone sex too? How long you gonna be?" Aaron said,
opening his door. "I can meet you at the pool. Whoa, this room is awesome!
Holy shit!" He added as he walked into the room he would share with his
boyfriend, Brandon. Brandon had to work at his job as a bartender at a big
night club called Cell Block. He could only get Saturday night off so
wouldn't be here until tomorrow.

The hotel rooms in the Venetian were all bi-level suites. The bed and
bathroom were there when you walked in and then there was a large sunken
living room, down a few steps, and a wall of floor to ceiling windows
looking out over the Las Vegas strip.

Aaron tossed his carry-on bag on the bed and unzipped it. Eric followed him
in to look at the room.  "Damn. These rooms are pretty cool. Dad was
right. He stayed here for some conference before and said this place had
the best rooms and the best pool." His room faced the Wynn, and they could
see people partying on the rooftop pool below.

"What do you think - trunks or Speedo?" Aaron asked, holding up two small
pieces of nylon. The trunks were hot pink, and the Speedo was white with
three navy blue stripes on one side of the hip.

"Depends." Eric said. "How much attention do you want to draw to your
junk?" Both swimsuits were skin tight and would show off Aaron's monster
endowment. The white one would obviously get more stares. Eric had been
watching Aaron change in the high school locker room since they were
freshmen on the wrestling and baseball teams. He'd seen it erect too
because his best friend, Jake, had frequently led the team in post-match
circle jerks - and then there was that weekend away at their first out-of-
town tournament when they'd all taken things a little further than just a
circle jerk. But that was a long time ago and Eric had left that adolescent
experimentation behind after he discovered how good a pussy felt his junior
year. Aaron on the other hand, had never had any interest in learning what
pussy felt like. He'd only ever been fascinated by cock and everything
masculine that was attached to it.

Then there was Jake. Eric had taught his best friend how to jerk off when
he finally hit puberty at 14 - two full years after Eric had secretly been
masturbating every day, at least once - usually more. Once the flood gates
had opened for Jake, though - he became obsessed with the ability to give
himself that much pleasure - and he loved coaxing anyone around him to join
in.

Eric still wasn't sure how things would turn out for Jake - about his sex
life. He knew Jake had done a lot more with guys than just circle
jerk. He'd been a part of it that weekend at the tournament in the hotel -
but Jake had messed around with Aaron all through high school at least
until Aaron went off to college a year ahead of them. Eric never really
knew what was up with that. He could tell just by the way Jake and Aaron
casually touched each other, that they were more than just
buddies. Everyone knew it really even though neither of them ever talked
about it.

Even after Aaron went off to the University a few hours away, Jake only
hung out with a few girls and he was very tight-lipped about what they'd
done, which was not like Jake at all. Jake normally couldn't keep his mouth
shut - about anything - especially sex.

Jake is as handsome as his father, Will and Will could be a movie
star. There were cheerleaders practically begging to be with him. He'd told
Eric none of them sucked his cock as good as Aaron or even as good as Eric
had those couple of times in the hotel. That was different though. Eric was
one of those rare guys who can suck their own cock. Once Jake learned that,
he desperately wanted Eric to try it on him - and Jake can be very
persuasive. It wasn't like Eric didn't like it. He didn't mind it after
doing it to himself - and it was a way to get someone else to do it to
him. This was before he had any hope of getting a cheerleader to do it. At
least that's what he thought at the time. He made sure Jake did it first
and Jake didn't seem to mind either.

"Those are both...less subtle than I was expecting." Eric said about
Aaron's swimsuit selection. Aaron had always been comfortable with his
sexuality but was also not one to flaunt it. He would attend a pride
parade, but you were not likely to see him on any floats wearing rainbow
shorts and a feather boa.  The key to his popularity and acceptance on
campus had always been the way he was just a regular guy.  That, and the
fact that he was blonde and cute. Eric admired him for the way he'd made so
many friends. Eric liked a social scene, but he'd always been more
comfortable letting a buddy navigate those waters for him. He had always
been Spock to someone else's Captain Kirk. Jake had done it in high school
and now Aaron and Eric's roommate Leo were taking that role in college.

"I know. But this is Vegas! Everything's bigger here." Aaron said as he
looked out at the spectacle of the Las Vegas strip.

"That's Texas, A." Eric said. "And your dick better not be bigger here or
it will need its own room."

"Maybe I'll buy a new pair here tomorrow. I'm going with white for now. You
go beat off with Lana. I'll meet you down there." Aaron said and pulled his
polo shirt off over his head to expose his fit, hairless chest. Eric opened
the door to head to his room just as Aaron let his shorts drop to the
floor.

"Later, A."

--

Part 2: The Pool

"Holy shit. Those are even more obnoxious ON you." Eric said as he walked
up to Aaron lying on a chaise lounge chair a couple of rows back from
pool. "Did you cause a scene walking through the hotel?" Eric was staring
right at Aaron's crotch that even in his flaccid state, produced an
enormous bulge in his tight Speedo. His limp dick was folded over his balls
and his visible head was almost completely under his sack as if he could
push his purple mushroom head right into his pucker with little effort. The
edges of his suit were pulled away just slightly enough not to be obscene
as if you thought you could see the skin on the side of his scrotum, but
you weren't sure. It might just be a shadow cast by the bulge itself.

"It's Vegas, E. No one even noticed." Aaron said. Eric doubted that. He
glanced around and noted several eyes glued to the big white bulge - both
men and women - and knew Aaron was either downplaying the reaction he'd
gotten or was genuinely oblivious.

Eric settled into the lounge chair next to him and slathered himself with
suntan lotion. Eric's bulky, muscular physique was getting stares of its
own. One doesn't place second in the college wrestling tournament as a
freshman without having the impressive body to accomplish that. His swim
shorts clung to the top of his round ass and hung loosely out over his
dark, hairy thighs at the base of his ass, exaggerating how far out the
bubble protruded. His thick, hairy thighs and defined calves would have
gotten their own attention if his bulging biceps and trimmed, furry pecs
hadn't stolen people's gaze. The fact that he was now oiled up only made
the show better.

Eric had always been insecure about how a girl as hot as Lana could end up
with him. He was apparently oblivious to his own hotness as well. Lana
loved that his dark, furry body looked like a grown-ass man, but the mop of
dark curly hair and cute face made his manliness adorable.

"So you're looking a little...plump down there. Did you just knock one out
with Lana?" Aaron asked glancing down at the bulge in Eric's much more
modest shorts. No one would have noticed, but Aaron had spent his high
school years secretly examining the bulges of his buddies and could tell
the difference between the normal bulge that Eric's fat prick makes and the
little extra size that accompanies his plumper, post-orgasm version. Eric
just blushed like he'd already gotten a sunburn. "Holy shit! You did!!"
Aaron said, loudly enough that several people turned to look at them and
then naturally focused on Aaron's groin of which he was, again,
oblivious. "I was just giving you shit. I didn't think you'd actually phone
bone already. You just left her this morning. Didn't you fuck her before
you left?" Eric blushed again, all the way down to his neck. Aaron just
busted out laughing. "You're one horny fuckin' dog, E- Man."

"It wasn't like I planned to." Eric said, referring to his recent
masturbation and not his morning sex with Lana. He'd definitely planned
that. "I really was just gonna let her know we checked in and then change
and come down here."

"Is that dried nut in your happy trail, Bro?" Aaron asked, smirking and
staring at a matter spot in the dark mine of hair that extended down the
center of Eric's abs into his trunks.

"Oh, fuck." Eric said. He swiped his finger across the white goo caught in
his fur and held it to his nose.  "Maybe." He added smirking. "Actually, I
can't tell. I'm going with sunscreen."

"Good cover." Aaron said. "So, did she just start talkin' dirty to you
right away?"

"Pretty much." Eric said. "I told her I was changing to go to the pool, and
she asked if I was naked yet."

"And were you?" Aaron said. He turned to catch Eric's eye. "Just wanna
picture it in my head here."

"I bet you do, perv." Eric said. "I did it right in front of the window. It
was hot. I shot all over the glass."  He smiled as if he were proud of
himself - like plastering the glass with his spooge was an
accomplishment. "I think she's actually a little nervous that I'm here. I
think she wants to make sure I'm not horny here." He added.

"She should know better." Aaron said. "You were probably horny again before
you even got to the airport." Eric looked off into space as if remembering
which hot girl in the airport he'd noticed that first made him realize he
was horny again.

 "That didn't take you long, though, for your second nut today." Aaron
said. "What was that? Ten minutes? Do we need to have a talk about you
lasting longer?"

"I'm the ever-ready bunny, Bro." Eric said, snapping out of his daze. "And
it was fifteen minutes. I didn't want to keep you waiting down here."

"You're so thoughtful, E - cutting your phone sex short on my account."
Aaron said. "Next time, take as long as you need though. It's all good down
here. There's plenty to look at." They paused for a minute to bask in the
heat and admire all of the beautiful people hanging around the
pool. "Seriously though, is she always that horny? You just did it - and it
was on the phone; it's not even real sex. Did she get off that quick? I
thought girls took longer."

"So many questions." Eric said with his eyes closed. "Let's see:
Yes. Usually. And, in my experience, not really. But that might just be
me."

"Huh?" Aaron grunted and pulled off his shades to look over at Eric who
opened his eyes, shielding them from the intense sunlight with his hand.

"Yes, she's always that horny. She usually does get off pretty quick and
then keeps getting off. And I've only been with three other girls, but
Meghan got off pretty fast too."

"Interesting. And the other two?" Aaron asked.

"One of them didn't get off I don't think. It was fast and we were both
drunk. It was in the bathroom at a sorority party. She was blowing me and
then just stopped and bent over the sink and pulled her panties down to
just below her ass. She smiled at me in the mirror, and I just pulled them
down the rest of the way and stuck it in from behind. It was hot watching
her face in the mirror every time I shoved it in.  People started banging
on the door before I even nutted, though, so as soon as so I did, we quick
put our clothes back on. So, I don't think that one was my fault."

"Good point. You do get a pass on party bathroom sex. What about the fourth
one?"

"It had been a while for me. And she was hot. She was the hottest girl I'd
ever been with-"

"Until Lana." Aaron interrupted.

"Until Lana - obviously. Holy shit. I still can't believe that shit." Eric
said.

"Neither can we." Aaron said busting his balls and smiling.

"Fuck you." Eric said laughing.

"So lemme guess, you busted too fast, and she didn't get off." Aaron said.

"Half right. I did bust way too fast. Not my best work. But then I ate her
pussy 'til she came a bunch of times - like at least three." Eric said. He
closed his eyes again.

"Eww. Wait, you ate your nut out of her pussy? That's impressive, Bro."
Aaron said.

"Yeah that shit doesn't bother me." Eric said.

"I keep forgetting about your 'special skill'" Aaron said, referring to the
fact that he could blow himself.  Jake had told Aaron that back in high
school. It was while Jake was blowing Aaron, and his jaw was tired - for
obvious reasons - and he knew hearing that would make Aaron nut
immediately. It worked.

"How do you know about that?" Eric said with a little panic in his
voice. He thought Jake and Leo were the only ones that knew - oh, and his
father. Matt had caught him doing it in high school. That meant Will
probably knew too.

"Jake told me." Aaron said. "A long time ago."

"Did he tell anyone else? Did you?" Eric asked. He was agitated. That
wasn't something he wanted to become common knowledge - at all.

"Of course I didn't. Hard to say with Jake. I'd have put money on the fact
that he couldn't keep that a secret from anyone, but if no one else has
given you shit about it - and they absolutely would have - then I think
your secret's safe with us." Aaron said and threw a towel over Eric's
midsection.

"What's that for?" Eric said. "I have a towel right here."

"Everyone can see your boner, dude." Aaron said. "You're welcome."

--

Part 3: More Arrivals

"Hey, I'm Logan." The taller, bulkier of Jake's two cousins said,
introducing himself to Eric and Aaron because Jake was short on social
etiquette. Eric and Aaron had just come to the lobby from the pool when
Jake texted that they'd all arrived from the airport - Jake and his two
cousins, Logan and Tristan.  Will and Matt and Jake's uncle Jeff had taken
another cab that hadn't arrived yet. All of the guy's rooms were together
on the seventeenth floor, only the younger generation had checked in so
far.

This was it for Friday night. Just family and Aaron - and Will and Matt's
buddy Arjun from their gym, who's flight arrived right before
dinner. Saturday was the big party when Aaron's boyfriend, Brandon would
arrive with his boss, Dixon as well as a guy from Will's office named
Tommy, and Seth, Matt's best friend from college and the best man at his
wedding to Eric's mother back in the day. It wasn't all of the guys that
Matt and Will had hoped would make it, but they knew a destination party
was risky - and other than Matt's younger brother who couldn't make it, all
of the most important people would be here.

Logan's physicality was like his father, Jeff's, Will's older brother, but
with darker brown hair. Jeff looked like a lumberjack - he had a dark,
reddish-brown beard and a furry barrel chest. He looked like he used to be
a college football player, which was, in fact, the case. Jeff's face
resembled Will's in the way that family does. He was a decent looking man
but did not get the movie star good looks of his younger brother.

Neither of Jeff's sons looked much like him, otherwise. Logan had dark
brown, almost black, hair and although he was tall and broad like his
father, he had his mother's high cheek bones, dimples, and deep brown
eyes. Logan also had what the kids now refer to as big dick energy. He was
confident and assertive. He was 24 and would be starting his last year of
law school. He was dressed in expensive jeans, suede loafers that looked
like they'd never actually been outside, and a designer shirt that was
untucked and looked just slightly too small to hold in his fit body.

"Eric." Eric said shaking his hand. "I'm-"

"Matt's son; I know. Jake's talked about you for years. Good to finally
meet you...and congrats on the wrestling tournament last spring."

"You know about that?" Eric said, surprised.

"Jake told us. He bragged about it like it was his win." Logan said. Jake
had a stern look on his face. Eric knew Jake had idolized Logan since they
were kids. He was just enough older to have been everything Jake aspired to
be as a kid. He'd been a big man on campus his entire life.

"It was second place, but thanks." Eric said. "You must be Tristan then."
He reached out to shake Jake's younger cousin's hand as well. Tristan just
smiled and shook it. Tristan looked even less like Jeff. He was blonde,
slight, like a swimmer, and only 5'-10" like Eric.

Despite his physique, he was not a swimmer. Jake had told Eric that Tristan
wasn't into sports at all. Jake didn't dislike him though. Tristan was
quiet, but smart. He was a gamer - nearly a professional one. He was paying
for college with a video game sponsorship. He'd played in tournaments all
over the world.  Eric wasn't much of a gamer so didn't even recognize the
title, but he remembered that Jake, who had also been somewhat of a gamer
in high school, had to stop playing with Tristan because he got tired of
getting his ass kicked. Jake wasn't much for losing.

Tristan stood on the opposite side of Jake from Logan. Eric got the
impression they weren't very close as brothers.

"Don't know if you remember; I'm Aaron."

Tristan offered his hand and shook Aaron's. Logan looked Aaron up and
down. He was dressed in just his speedo and an open, short-sleeved floral,
Hawaiian style shirt. His chest glistened with suntan oil. Logan just gave
Aaron a brief salute. Eric noted the lack of handshake. Logan was just far
enough away so that Eric wasn't sure if it was a snub or just inconvenient
and casual. They'd met before once when Aaron was over at Jake's house when
the cousins came for a holiday - so maybe another formal introduction just
seemed unnecessary.

"Where's your dad?" Aaron asked. Logan ignored him. He was watching the
lights of the slot machines in the background. Eric wondered if they'd ever
been to Vegas before. He hadn't but was already desensitized to the
constant ringing and bells of the slots in the background.

"He's with Uncle Will." Tristan said. "And Eric's dad.

--

Part 4: After Dinner

"So, what's on the bachelor party agenda after we're done here?" Jeff asked
as Eric paid the bill with my credit card. Everyone had enjoyed dinner at
Delmonico's Steakhouse downstairs in the maze of shops and restaurants and
bars that linked our hotel lobby with the casino floors. We'd walked
through the open replica of San Marco Square with its faux canal and
gondolas and outdoor cafes and been awed by the hand painted sky above us.

 It was one of the best - and most expensive restaurants on the strip. Eric
and Jake had definitely started the weekend out right by going far more
classy over our sleazy expectations. I had expected Hooters.

"It's time for a little nudity." Jake said with his devilish grin.

"Follow me. Your carriage awaits, my Lords." Eric bowed as though he were a
footman in the presence of royalty. It was a nerdy move, admittedly, but I
liked it nonetheless just because most things my son does make me happy.

"Carriage?" Will said.

"Your party bus awaits, my Lord." Eric said laughing. "It's in the lobby
drive. I was just on it to talk to the driver; I recommend not touching the
floor."

"Or the seats." Jake said.

"What kind of nudity are we talkin' about?" Logan said. "Will and Matt's
kind...or the good kind?"

The hair on the back of my neck bristled. The last thing we wanted this
weekend was obnoxious judgement, even if it was intended as a joke. I saw
Will clench his fist below the table in frustration.  Fortunately, Jeff
stepped in before either of us could open our mouths.

"Logan! What the hell kind of comment is that?!" Jeff said, in a restrained
whisper-yell. "We had this conversation before we got here!" Jeff added in
a much lower tone, scolding his grown son as if he was still some
snot-nosed kid acting up on the playground. I wondered what Will's and
Jeff's father was like; they both tended to be fair and loving parents but
with more of an edge of the stern authoritarian than I was raised with -
not that it wasn't often warranted, especially now.

"What?" Logan said, smirking. "I'm genuinely curious where these kids are
taking us." His condescension continued as he now belittled Jake and Eric
who were only a few years younger and who had, so far, done a stellar job
of organizing.

"You're just along for the ride, Logan." Jeff said, sternly. "This night
isn't about you." Ouch.

"Just wondering if I'm gonna have to pretend to enjoy a Chippendale show or
what?" Logan said, doubling down.

"Seriously, one more comment like that and you can spend the rest of the
night in your room." Jeff said.

"It's Las Vegas, Dad." Logan said. "You can't send me to my room like I'm
twelve."

"Watch me." Jeff said. "That's strike two." He was blushing from
embarrassment as he looked at both Will and I. "I apologize for
Logan's...insensitivity. He's got a lot to learn if he thinks he's going to
win any arguments in a courtroom. I'm afraid hanging around his new Ivy
League law school buddies has done a number on his personality."

Logan looked taken aback and mouthed the word 'harsh' to Tristan who
furrowed his brow and went back to talking to Aaron and Jake across the
table.

"My apologies as well, Uncle Will." Logan said, suddenly behaving more
professionally. "I was just joking. Really. My bad. I didn't mean anything
by it."

Will smiled and nodded. He had soft spots for his nephews and didn't seem
as annoyed as I thought he should be. It didn't go unnoticed that Logan
hadn't included me in his apology. I was at least happy to see his lack of
warm respect for me hadn't been extended to Eric. Logan seemed very chummy
with Eric.  He'd spent half of dinner asking about his athletic scholarship
and winning record as well as wanting to see photos of Lana and then saying
how she was 'hot as fuck." He was annoying me and yet I found him tolerable
because the young man was just plain pretty to look at. His face looked
like Henry Cavill and his body looked like Chris Hemsworth at his most
jacked. He was going to be successful just by walking into a room. I didn't
like him because of that, and I didn't like myself for thinking it - for
multiple reasons.

Tristan, on the other hand, had been more talkative and animated than I'd
been led to believe from Will and Jake's description. He seemed funny and
genuinely interested in asking me about my work and about our plans after
the wedding. He seemed particularly interested in Aaron. I wondered if
Will's assessment was correct that Tristan may be questioning his
sexuality; maybe he was a little taken with Aaron's charm. He'd commented
twice about how much he looked like Spider Man.

"You ever been to a strip club, Tris?" Jake asked his younger cousin. I
guess he assumed Logan had by now.

"Nope." Tristan said and he smiled broadly and blushed.

"So much better than porn." Jake said.

"Jacob!" Will said, disapprovingly, as if the phrase, 'how would you know
that?' had been attached at the end.

"What?" Jake said. "We're literally at a bachelor party, Dad. YOUR bachelor
party! You better get used to some locker room talk. Strippers are just the
beginning."

Will looked genuinely frightened for a second and then smiled when he
realized all eyes were on him and that the rest of us were excited for the
fun to begin.

"Seriously though, Jake..." I leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Which
kind ARE we going to see?"

"The good kind." Jake said and flashed me his devilish grin.

--

Part 5: After The Strip Club

"What kind of name is Spearmint Rhino?" Logan said as we filed back into
the party bus that was waiting outside the famous strip club. There was
silence since none of us knew the answer.

"You didn't seem to care about the name when...what was her name? Ginger?
Was grinding up on you."  Jake said.

"I should have gone to one of those private booths to get away from you
fuckers." Logan said, swinging around the stainless-steel stripper pole in
the center of the bus and taking a seat. "I wanted to find out if she
really was a ginger downstairs."

"Tristin was the one who needed some privacy." Aaron said, smirking.

"No shit! Who knew our scrawny little gamer was packing the heat
underneath!" Jake said, making fun of the fact that Tristan had sported an
embarrassingly prominent boner in his light gray shorts as he sat for his
own lap dance. The light fabric had made his much more visible. The
stripper smiled at him as she looked down at the round lump protruding next
to his left pocket. She kissed him on the cheek before moving on to his
father. Jeff had sported his own lump in his pants during his turn with
Ginger. It was at the same time that Will got one sitting right next to his
brother from Ginger's cohort, Jasmine. Jasmine might be the most common
stripper name. I wonder if there's been a study done.

I got hard as well. It had been a long time since I'd seen naked tits, and
these were nice ones - not to mention seeing evidence of some of these
guy's wood through their pants. Just the idea of these guys getting turned
on was turning me on.

It's weird to be noticeably hard in front of a bunch of guys in a public
place. I tried to maintain my composure but after watching the lap dances
and these guys get visibly aroused and then having Jasmine brush her pert
little right nipple across my lips as she straddled me. I felt the blood
rush to my groin. Jasmine felt it too as she ground against me. She
whispered in my ear right before she moved on to Eric. "I get off knowing
I've done a good job." She didn't know that it wasn't all her - or even
mostly her. I was getting off on bond of being together with all these
other horny guys.

"Get up, Dad." It's my turn." Eric said.

"Give me a minute." I said and everyone busted out laughing. I felt myself
blush. Eric caught my eye and smiled at me.

"I'm confused." Logan said. "Why are they-?"

"We're just lucky Logan didn't get us kicked out" Tristan said,
interrupting and blushing, trying to change the subject.

"True that, Bros." Jake said. "Gotta pay attention to rule number one in
the strip club: no hands on the girls." He smirked at Logan. "Thought you
would have known that shit."

"I couldn't help myself." Logan said. "You saw how fucking hot she was."
Jake just shook his head. I was happy to see Jake giving him shit.

"The winner of the lap dance portion of tonight's agenda was definitely
Arjun." Eric said as he stepped up into the party bus. "He looked like a
total deer in the headlights the whole time she was riding him like a pony
on a merry-go-round." Eric swung around the stripper pole in the center,
dramatically. His muscles bulged as he easily pulled himself up and flipped
over upside down and spread his legs out straight. Aaron stared at the
bright red bulge of his underwear that was exposed from the wide leg holes
of his shorts as he hung there with his ass toward the ceiling. Then Eric
spun around, slowly sliding down in a controlled descent to the floor. "He
looked like he was trying so hard not to nut in his pants."

"Eww. Gross, Bro. Remember, no touching the floor." Aaron said
laughing. Logan watched intently, apparently impressed by Eric's display of
strength.

"I've never been to a strip club before." Arjun said.

"No shit." Jake said, smirking.

"Your wife doesn't do private belly dances at home for you?" Logan said. I
rolled my eyes. Arjun looked confused at first and then scowled when he
realized Logan was confusing cultures, or worse yet, intentionally merging
all foreign customs together. That was at least strike four tonight. He
should be out of the game. Jeff said nothing this time.

"Where to now? Thunder From Down Under?" Logan asked, a little mockingly.

"It turns out they do not appreciate bachelor parties." Eric said. "We
tried, actually."

"It's ladies only?" Arjun said. There was disappointment in his voice that
amused me.

"Men can tag along with their wives or girlfriends, but they only take
reservations for men as part of a couple or with a group of girls like a
bachelorette party." Jake said. I was impressed that they'd thought of it
and had gone to trouble of trying to get us in. I was also a little
disappointed. I'd seen all the Magic Mike movies. Seeing it in person would
have been fun.

"That seems like discrimination." Will said.

"Maybe that can be your first case when you graduate." Jeff said, directing
it to his son, Logan, who scowled.

"No thanks, Dad." He said. Everyone looked confused at him. "I'm going for
big corporate law. I won't have little cases like that."

"Defending the evil empire. Very noble." Aaron said, emphasizing his
sarcasm. Logan responded by just rubbing his fingers together in the
universal sign for money. Aaron rolled his eyes.

"So where ARE we going next?" Tristan asked.

"Piranha." Eric said.

"What's that?" Will asked.

"The closest we could get to male strippers." Jake said. "Go Go Dancers."

"No shit?" Arjun blurted out. It made me smile. We'd told him all about
Cell Block. Well...not ALL. He asked us to come with him when he took his
son on a college tour there so we could all go together.  That will be a
fun fall weekend.

"Maybe Jake can work a shift while he's there." Aaron said. Everyone but
Will and Eric and I looked confused as they were unaware that Jake had
worked at Cell Block Club as a go go dancer for a private party there once.

"Like Jake's hot enough to be a go go boy." Logan said, condescendingly.

"Seen a lot of 'em, have you?" Aaron said.

"Fuck off. NO!" Logan said. "But Jakey? C'mon. Can you imagine him dancing
at all much less in a thong?" He laughed. Tristan shook his head and looked
down at his phone.

"It was a red jockstrap actually and I made $600 in one night." Jake said.

Logan looked stunned. He looked Jake up and down as if reassessing his
physique as though he had previously just seen him as the little kid he'd
grown up around. Jake was all man now.

"We're here. Let's go. Follow Eric and me. We get to skip the line." Jake
said waving everyone off the bus.

--

Part 6: Back At The Venetian

"You need a night cap, Big Brother?" Will asked Jeff as we stood in the
hallway in front of our room. The boys had all deserted us in the lobby
once the party bus driver had been paid, to try their hand at gambling. I
wondered how long their meager budgets would last them. I also wondered if
Tristan's gaming skills extended to casino games.

Arjun was hammered and had said good night and gone into the room next to
ours that he would be sharing with Tommy when he got here tomorrow. Jake
and Eric had made all of the shared room assignments and put Arjun and
Will's work buddy in the same room because they vaguely knew each other
from the gym. I was a little disappointed as I'd assumed when we got here
that we'd be inviting Arjun over for some fun, especially after the
strippers got everyone's libido to the next level. Will gave me a sad face
when he saw Arjun enter his room without even making eye contact, so I know
he'd been thinking the same thing. Given Arjun's drunken exit though, he
may have a date with the toilet bowl instead. He definitely can't hold his
liquor.

"Sounds good, Baby Bro." Jeff said. "Seems way too early for the party to
end." We all entered our room. I kicked off my shoes, pulled my belt from
its loops in my shorts, and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my trimmed dark
chest hair. "You been working out." Jeff added looking at the definition of
the sliver of my pecs that he could see.

"Thanks. Not as much as Will, but we try to stay in shape." I said.

"I'm fucking horny." Will said. "I don't know about you guys." I was
surprised that Will was so forthcoming. He's usually more guarded around
other people but I guess his brother counts as inner circle.

Will told me that he'd discovered jerking off on his own and hadn't
discussed it with Jeff at the time.  He'd also told me that because they
didn't share a room, they'd only caught each other a couple of times but
didn't ever jack off together until they were both so horny at their
family's camping site the summer after Will had learned to give himself
that much pleasure. He and Jeff started sneaking off to the island in the
middle of the lake to get some privacy and relief together when they just
couldn't take it anymore with their extended family around.

I'd wondered if Logan and Tristan had had the same experience. They didn't
seem close enough and their age gap was larger than the two-year span
between Will and Jeff. Maybe Logan was already off to college before
Tristan hit puberty. Logan didn't seem kind enough to have shown his
younger brother the masturbation ropes before he was out of the
house. Since Jake was between them in age, it seemed like he would have
initiated a circle jerk at their family camping trips. He had always been
the circle jerk instigator among his high school friends. I'd learned that
from Eric and Aaron but in completely different contexts. Maybe Logan's
toxic masculinity, and the fact that Jake idolized him, intimidated him. I
have a hard time picturing Jake intimidated by anyone. Maybe something went
on between Jake and Tristan though. It was all a mystery.

"I'm pretty horny too." Jeff said, loudly. He'd had six shots of Jack
Daniel's and two Manhattans at dinner. That would have put me and certainly
Will under the table, but Jeff was a big dude and it had been a long
night. He wasn't slurring but was clearly a little drunk. I wondered if
he'd have admitted that more sober. "What about you, Matt?"

"Horny?" I said. "I'm always horny." I paused. "And that was a lot
of...stimulation tonight."

"I need some fucking stimulation about now." Jeff said, laughing. I wasn't
sure how serious he was, but he slid his right hand down his pants and gave
himself a squeeze. It was more than a squeeze really. It was an extended
grope - not quite a stroke. Then he pulled his hand up but not quite out;
he left his fingertips lodged under the exposed waistband of his
underwear. I assumed he was wearing boxer briefs simply because he was a
suburban dad. The waistband was narrow and gray and there was about an inch
of maroon cotton poking out above his belt. His short-sleeved button-down
shirt had ridden up his furry belly. His thumb was casually rubbing the
auburn fur that ran across his entire stomach. Blood rushed to my cock. I
wanted to grope myself too. I wanted to know if his dick looked like his
little brother's.

"Go ahead. Drop trou, Big Brother. We're not gonna stop you." Will said as
he pulled his polo shirt off over his head and also kicked off his
shoes. Then he undid the wide brown belt and unbuckled his khaki shorts and
let them drop to the floor - a bold move if I'd done it but they were
brothers and clearly thought nothing of it. He walked across the room in
just his skin-tight light gray trunk style briefs and grabbed three tiny
bottles of Jack and poured each one into a glass with ice.

"Damn, Bro! You've been fuckin' training HARD! You coulda been one of those
go go dancers. You probably even got one of those G-string things to show
off in." Jeff said, genuinely surprised at how fit Will had become since
whenever it was that he'd last seen him almost naked. I was curious how
long that had been. Maybe the last time they'd gone camping together which
had now been a couple of years, at least. He hadn't gone last summer
because of the divorce. Jeff's wife, Jennifer, was close to Will's wife,
Michelle, and hadn't taken their split well. It was too bad the brothers
and their sons hadn't all just camped without the women. The thought of
Michelle camping still made me shudder. I wondered what Jennifer was like
in the woods - or anywhere, for that matter. Will hadn't told me much about
them as a couple. I mostly just knew stories of the trouble Will and Jeff
got into as kids.

"Thanks, Man!" Will said. "I've been trying hard to stave off middle age."

"Matt here must be happy with the results." Jeff said. I wasn't sure if he
was trying to show how open he was to our relationship or giving me shit
about having the hots for his brother. I decided to assume it was the
former since Jeff had been nothing but nice to me since the first time we'd
met.

I glanced at their glasses and noticed both were empty. They were feeling
no pain. I was hoping Will wasn't going to waste all day tomorrow being
hungover but also didn't want to be the wet blanket by suggesting he slow
down.

"I'm not complaining." I said, and did my best to give a devilish grin but
I pale in comparison to the Sampson boys' skills in that department. I
walked up behind Will and wrapped my arm around his torso and felt his
chest. I pinched his nipple just enough to make Will jolt. Jeff was
watching with wide eyes.  He'd never seen any displays of affection between
us. We were always good around him and his family.

Will seemed tense against me. I could tell he wasn't completely comfortable
doing this in front of his brother. It was one thing to know your brother
had a boyfriend but another to see them touch each other this way. I was a
little buzzed too though and had been crazy horny all night, so I quickly
reached down and shoved my hand down into his trunks and gripped his
junk. I reached way down to squeeze his nuts which pulled his trunks down
far enough to show off his neatly manscaped pubes to Jeff. It only lasted a
second, but Jeff almost spit out his drink. He wasn't annoyed at all, just
a little shocked. Then I smacked Will's ass and backed away.

I took off my shirt, exposing my hairy, muscular chest. I had an internal
debate about whether to leave my jeans on. I didn't want Jeff to feel
uncomfortable with both Will and me in our underwear but wanted to
encourage Jeff to get more comfortable if he wanted to. I realized I needed
to hide my erection, at least for the moment, so decided to leave them
on. My tighty whities were a new 2Xist pair so were skimpy and doing a good
job of keeping my boner hidden tight against my thigh.

"Damn, Matt! You're in good shape too! I guess little brother's got nothing
to complain about either."  Jeff said, staring at my chest and arms. "I
guess I better get to work on this 'dad bod' that the kids keep giving me
shit about.

"In our world, you're a 'bear' with 'a football player' build." Will
said. I was surprised he would say that - both using air quotes to admit he
knew these stereotypes to Jeff as well as insinuating that there'd be guys
hot for him if he'd wanted to hook up at Piranha. Or maybe I was reading
too much into it and he was giving his big brother shit and making him feel
better about his aging jock body at the same time.

"Jenn likes big Jeff enough to put up with my 'dad bod' I guess." Jeff
said, referring to his dick in a manner that was both cocky and a little
insecure at the same time.

"Interesting." I said. "Will told me he got the endowment genes in the
family." I smirked, wanting to join in on their brotherly teasing and
intentionally stirring the pot for fun.

"Oh, hell no!" Jeff said laughing. I raised my eyebrow. "Unless he's grown
a porn cock since he turned 40, I've always been the bigger man." Jeff slid
his fingers down into his shorts again and grabbed his prick dramatically
and jostled it inside. He left his hand there. My cock throbbed and I felt
precum drool out into my new briefs. I closed my eyes trying not to stare
at my soon-to-be brother-in-law's crotch. I also took note of the fact that
Jeff had apparently seen his little brother's cock more recently than I'd
have guessed.

"I never said that." Will said casually, smiling at each of us in turn. He
tipped his glass once more as if to end the debate and realized it was
empty, he stood up and went to grab another airplane bottle from the
fridge.

I nodded my head and mouthed, 'he did' to Jeff.

"You fucker." Jeff said jokingly to Will.

"What?" Will said turning around.

"Whip it out!" Jeff said. "Let's settle this the right way."

"What?" Will said. Then he realized what Jeff was doing. "Seriously. I've
never said anything about your...little dick." Will looked serious but then
busted out laughing and grabbed his own junk through the thin fabric of his
trunk briefs. He ran his thumb down the length of his shaft that was
pointed down over his balls. The flicked the tip of his finger over his
head and I watched it flare and expand slightly as he teased it. He was
buzzed for sure.

His prick began to expand a little more and he fondled it until it was
longer and sliding across his right hip. His swollen head was starting to
push the fabric away from his body. Fuck, it was hot. I was just as horny
as everyone else after a night of gyrating, mostly naked bodies and the
associated displays of masculine bravado that was either enjoying the
erotic sights or actively trying to distance themselves from its impact -
depending on who was talking and which club we were at. Everyone seemed a
little turned on by everything. It was a charged atmosphere.

"Just give it up, Little Bro." Jeff said. Will offered him another tiny
bottle and Jeff took that opportunity to stand up from the side chair. The
top button on his shorts was already open. He just reached down and slid
the zipper down, letting his chinos fall to the floor. He dragged his
fingers along an obvious erection.

I was right about the boxer briefs. They were fruit of the loom - probably
from Target. One leg was down tight around his beefy thigh and the other
was bunched up just under the bulge of his scrotum that filled the pouch
behind the loose fly opening. His boner was also pointing toward his right
thigh. There was a damp precum spot but not right at his cock head so must
have been from an earlier erection and release of man juice - undoubtedly
at the strip club. I thought it could have just been piss, but it was up
near his waistband so too high on the briefs for that. It was definitely
precum.

I felt dizzy with horniness. I wanted to pull down my pants and just start
jacking off watching them like cowboys standing across from each other
lightly fingering their guns in their holsters, ready to shoot. I wanted to
see them shoot at each other. I chugged my whiskey and held out my glass
for Will to refill it, unable to get off the bed and stand. "Let's just
settle this right now so Matt doesn't have to speculate."  Jeff added,
sticking his thumbs under his waistband as if ready to yank them down in a
junior high whose-is-bigger contest. I had certainly been speculating and
was now desperate to be provided the evidence to put this debate to rest.

As if Will knew exactly what I was thinking, he poured me another shot and
then set down his glass on the dresser next to the TV. "Fine." He said and
grabbed his waistband and pulled down his trunks, letting his beautiful
banana shaped boner free. It bobbed up and down for a few seconds before he
grabbed it and gave himself a couple of causal strokes, twisting his palm
around his purple head. I let out a short grunt and felt more man juice
drool out into my briefs.

I had been hard several times tonight: first at dinner, watching Logan's
tight dress shirt gap at his chest as though his pecs were going to send
his middle buttons flying across the table. He caught me staring and gave
me a brief scowl before returning to the conversation he was having with
Eric and Jake. The second time was in the strip club. The combination of
naked women and obvious arousal of almost everyone in our group was too
much for me. I'd desperately needed to take a piss at that time but
couldn't stand up without embarrassment. The third and fourth times were in
Piranha - for obvious reasons. I'd popped a boner within seconds of seeing
the huge black dude dancing on the runway in the center of the room. He was
clad in the skimpiest of G-strings and had an obscenely large dick that was
flopping wildly as he twerked. Then he turned around and bent over, showing
off the slender string between his ass cheeks. His bright pink pucker
beneath the cord was more obvious against the chocolate brown skin.

"Jesus H." Logan had said and made a bee line for restroom. Jeff had stared
like a deer in the headlights.  Arjun smiled instinctively like a kid on
Christmas morning. He really needed to work on his poker face.  You'd think
all of the nights at our place actually playing poker before we fooled
around would have provided better training.

"Do it." Will said to Jeff as he stood with his trunks tucked below his
balls. Jeff's competitive jock nature kicked in and overruled any lingering
anxiety he had about showing off in front of me. He pushed his waistband
down and let his stiff rod spring back up against his belly.

He was indeed bigger than Will. Not by a lot, but he was maybe a half inch
or three-quarters longer with a little more girth as well. His was also
curved like a banana - obviously a family trait. He stroked himself a
couple of times to ensure he had maximized his dimension.

"Fuck." I whispered. Jeff smiled. He liked winning, especially the most
manly of contests there was. "I don't know. They look pretty much the same
to me. You better get closer to compare." I added, completely
unnecessarily. I could tell who won from my spot on the bed. My eyes were
level with their junk. But I wanted to see them stand cock-to-cock.

Surprisingly, they acted as though that was not a crazy request and walked
toward each other until the underside their erections touched. I almost
came in my pants. I think I may have grunted audibly again. I wanted to
touch myself so badly. I wanted to join them and have ourselves a hot
little circle jerk. It was obvious this was not the first time their dicks
had touched each other. They'd obvious made this comparison before in their
youth. I suspected that joining in would push Jeff way out of his comfort
zone.

Jeff wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and held them
together. "See!" He added. "You can't argue with that." I couldn't stop
myself any longer. I stood up as if I needed to inspect this more closely
as if they were comparing woodworking projects in shop class. "I guess he
likes this." Jeff said to Will, giving me shit about my obvious arousal. I
didn't even care. I wanted a closer look. I stood right next to them and
stared down at their boners. I wanted to drop to my knees and take them
both in my mouth. I felt dizzy again. "Well?" Jeff said as if he needed my
confirmation to log his victory.

"Uh, yeah. You win." I said.

"And not by a little." Jeff said. He held his hand out to high five me as
though he'd just made a great golf shot or something. I nearly missed his
hand - the hand that had just stroked his cock - because I could barely
tear my gaze away from their manhood. Jeff didn't manscape at all. He had a
huge, auburn bush that almost completely enveloped his balls. He quickly
pulled up his boxer briefs and sat back down in the chair and took a long
pull from his whiskey.

Will leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I think you actually won that
contest." I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Seattle down, love birds." Jeff said pretending to be annoyed by our
secret.  "So, I'm a little buzzed now." He added. More than a little, I
thought. I wondered what was coming next. "So, which one of you is the..."
he couldn't bring himself to say the 'girl' but I knew that's what he
wanted to say. I wasn't annoyed by the question. Back before Will and I had
gotten together, I would have wondered the same thing. He was supportive -
just curious.

"The what?" Will said, more obviously annoyed. He also knew what Jeff was
going to say and didn't take kindly being asked if he was 'the girl' by his
brother.

"You know..." Jeff continued. "Like, which one of you...gets to..." He was
trying so hard not say it. I almost felt sorry for him but was entertained
by his efforts. We just stared at him as though we had no idea what he was
talking about. I couldn't even look at Will. I knew I'd laugh. "You
know...which one gets to do the..."

"Fucking?" Will finally said.

"Yeah." Jeff said relieved. "And which one...takes it...up..." this was
fun. How much longer could it go on?  "You know..." he said again, and then
made a gesture with his arm, shoving his fist up from a bent elbow. I was
surprised he hadn't used the finger and the circle gesture. We kept
staring. "You know..."  he said again and then made a circle with his
fingers on one hand and poked his index finger through.  There it was. I
win again. Apparently, Will couldn't take it anymore.

"Which one of us takes the other's big hard cock up their ass?" Will said,
almost yelling.

"Uh. Yeah. I guess." Jeff said, both relieved and embarrassed.

"You guess?" Will said, not letting him off the hook.

"Well, that IS how it works isn't it?" Jeff said, regaining his
older-brother authority. "I mean you're cock suckers too, right? I mean I
get that. Jesus. It's been so long. I barely remember what that's like. You
guys are lucky as fuck on that score. You actually like to do it, right?"

Wow. A lot to unpack there. Will and I looked at each other.

"To answer your first question, we both do." Will said.

"Both do what?" Jeff said.

"We both fuck, and we both get fucked." Will said. He could have elaborated
on the definitions of tops and bottoms and being versatile, but he knew
Jeff didn't care beyond knowing who's fucking whom.

"Really?" Jeff said. "Is that...like, normal?" I almost laughed.

"For some. Some guys only like it one way or the other. We both like to
fuck so we make it work." Will said. I almost laughed again. While that had
originally been true, Will had clearly turned into a bit of a pig bottom
and it was interesting to watch him try to emphasize what Jeff would
consider masculine as much as possible. Family is complicated and
acceptance is a sliding scale.

"So Jenn doesn't blow you?" I asked, more interested in his admission.

"Fuck, No!" Jeff said with a sad irritation that made me genuinely
empathetic. I remember the last few years of marriage when Laurie would
never give me head either. I missed it so much. It was part of what pushed
me to experiment with Will on that first weekend in the hotel at Eric and
Jake's high school wrestling tournament. "You guys are lucky."

"We are." I said and raised my glass to Will. He air-toasted me but I could
tell he was apprehensive about how much he actually wanted to talk about
our sex life in front Jeff.

"Fuck. I knew it!" Jeff said. I found this amusing as it seemed like an
admission that Jeff had thought about Will and me blowing each other. It
was an odd feeling having Jeff genuinely jealous of our man sex. "I've
heard guys do it better too."

"They do." Will and I both blurted out at the same time. Jeff laughed out
loud and almost spilled his drink. We laughed too. Then he looked sad once
more as if he was contemplating never getting head again.

"You still jerk off or does she at least let you fuck her?" I asked. I
thought I was just playfully joining in the locker room talk, but Will shot
me a look like I'd asked Jeff to let me fuck her.

"Oh, all the fucking time." Jeff said. Will and I were the ones to look
confused now. "Jerking off." Jeff clarified. It's like I'm a teenager
again. I swear I'm setting some new records." I smiled to myself
remembering when Will had used those exact words to describe his
masturbation frequency when we first discussed it in our hotel room. "Don't
get me wrong. We still fuck. It's just on her schedule." He paused as if
doing calculations in his head. "Sometimes it's once a week. Sometimes once
a month. It's never enough. Not even close." He was actively fondling the
stiff boner in his shorts. "And she doesn't look like those strippers
anymore. You know?" He closed his eyes and squeezed his cock undoubtedly
thinking about his lap dance. "Not like Michelle. She still looked hot as
fuck. Don't know how you gave that up." Jeff looked up as if he'd been
picturing Michelle's hot body as well. "She was a totally scary bitch
though. Never got along with her." He added as if filling me in as though
I'd never met her.

"She is hot as fuck." I said. "Still had a tight little pussy too." I
couldn't help myself. I was acting like Jake.  For some reason I wanted
Jeff to know I'd had a woman he'd obviously fantasized about even if it was
just her looks. I can't explain that.

"Yeah, Will told me about your three way. Lucky fucker." Jeff said. I was
shocked Will had told him although maybe he wanted to do some bragging to
big brother. "He told me all about how she initiated it and that's how you
two...discovered each other. Or discovered that you liked each other like
that.  Whatever. He didn't give me the blow by blow." He paused. "Wait, did
she blow you?" He asked me, looking up from his drink.

"She did." I said. I was dizzy again with horniness. I had to sit back down
on the bed. "She wouldn't take my nut though. I shot in her hair."

"Aww. Her hair was so fucking hot." Jeff said. "I ain't gonna lie. I've
dumped a few loads picturing that hair on my chest while she's blowing me."
I couldn't believe he was openly talking about fantasizing about his
sister-in-law in front of Will.

"Too much teeth. She never got the hang of it." Will said. Jeff looked at
me as if for confirmation.

"Truth. She wasn't great at it." I said. "My cock's thicker though." I
added, smiling at Will.

"So my Little Bro does it better?" Jeff said. I wasn't sure if he just
wanted to give Will shit about being a good cocksucker, so wasn't sure how
to answer. It seemed better than saying he was a bad cocksucker though
which also wasn't the truth.

"So much better." I said and grabbed my crotch. I wanted to elaborate but
opted for discretion, finally.

"So, am I interrupting? Would you two be going at it right now if I wasn't
here?" Jeff asked.

"We have all night for that." Will said. "I don't get to see my big brother
very often anymore."

"So you WOULD be doing it?" Jeff asked again. I was curious what he was
getting at. Was he just jealous that we are both horny and so have a lot
more sex than it sounds like he's having? Or was he actually curious about
what we do? I wanted it to be the later, but he was a straight arrow and
not just sexually - both of the Sampson men had been raised to be good men,
but not risk takers - at least not on their own. Jeff was still openly
stroking his cock through his boxers though and his boner hadn't
subsided. He seemed like he really needed relief after the events of the
night.

Then there was a knock at the door. Will was closer to it but he looked at
me. I was the only one not in my underwear.

"I'll go." I said. Jeff just stayed seated and Will moved to the bed, out
of sight from the door. "It's probably Jake or Eric." I added, hoping it
wasn't Arjun, finally sober enough to come looking to fool around. That
would be hard to explain.

"It's not Logan or Tristan. They know better than to come asking me for
more gambling money." Jeff said. I looked through the peep hole. It was a
woman with long blonde hair. She must be at the wrong room. I opened the
door halfway.

"Can I help you?" I asked. She looked to be about mid-thirties and was
dressed in a shiny gold miniskirt as though she was headed to one of the
many night clubs.

"Are you Will or Matt?" She asked.

"I'm Matt. What can do for you?"

"It's about what I can do for you." She said. "I'm Candy. Eric and Jake
arranged for me to visit you."

"Visit us?" I asked.

"They...retained my services for the next two hours." Candy said.

"For what?" I asked.

"Oh, Honey." She said. "For whatever you want." She smiled at me. "Well,
not exactly whatever. No kissing. No restraints. No scat...obviously. But
anal's ok. Gotta be safe though. You gonna let me in?" I'm sure my mouth
hung open in shock.

"Who is it?" Will yelled from the bed.

"Uh...it's...Candy." I said and backed up to let her walk in.

"Who the fuck is Candy?" Will asked, somewhat impolitely. It was the Jack
Daniels talking. She walked in and stood in the narrow space between the
dresser and the end of the king-sized bed.

"I'm Candy." She said, extending her hand to Will.

"I'm Will." He said, looking confused.

"Aren't you a handsome devil. All of you boys. I was told there'd only be
two of you though. Three is an extra $500. Or I can only stay an
hour. That's up to you I guess but the clocks already tickin'."

"Wait, what?" Jeff said, figuring out that our sons had apparently hired us
an escort. "What the fuck?"

"Those young boys told me two of you were getting married...to each other."
Candy said. "I was skeptical of course. Seemed like a waste of time for me
- like maybe they called the wrong number. My boss told 'em we only handle
girls. They'd need to contact rentmen or one of those places but then they
said this might be the last pussy you ever get, and I was intrigued. I
figured, why the hell not? So here I am for the next..." she looked at her
phone screen. "Hour and fifty-three minutes."

Will and I looked at each other. Jeff looked stunned and had put a throw
pillow over his lap.

"You can just watch if you want, Boss." Candy said to Jeff. "But the price
goes up if you want any contact."

"I gotta go. I can't be a part of this." Jeff said. I could tell he wanted
to get up but his pants were several feet away and would require that he
get up and walk toward Candy and that was apparently paralyzing him.

"Candy, would you mind stepping into the bathroom for a minute...so we can
figure this out. This was a surprise to us." I said.

"Sure thing, boys. I'll go freshen up for you." Candy said and disappeared
into the bathroom. Will and I walked over to Jeff who was still unable to
stand up.

"This is a lot - even for Jacob." Will said.

"They've already paid for her though. It's not like we're gonna get a
refund and it sounds like it was a thousand dollars!" I said.

"What are you saying?" Will said. "You wanna do it? Do...her?"

"I don't know. Maybe." I said. "It is our bachelor party. We knew we were
gonna have some sex." I paused to get his reaction. "And I'm really, really
horny."

"Ok, but that's not exactly who I thought we were gonna...you know...get
with." Will said.

"'Cause she doesn't have a dick?" Jeff said sort of snarkily.

"That we know of." I said.

"Those tits are real." Jeff said. "And I can't say that for all the
strippers."

"That's not...nevermind." I said.

"Do you wanna fuck her...a woman?" Will asked.

"With you - sure. Don't you? It was fun the last time. It'd be more fun
now. It wouldn't be your wife."

"He makes a good point." Jeff said as if suddenly trying to talk Will into
it.

"What? You wanna stay and watch now all of a sudden?" Will asked his
brother. "'Cause you can't participate. You may not be getting much at
home, but I'm not being the cause of you cheating on Jenn." He paused. "And
I know what you're thinking. Not even a blow job."

"You want me to watch?" Jeff said as if it was a dare.

"I'm ok with that." I said.

Will rolled his eyes. "I'm shocked." He said sarcastically.

"Seriously it's be fun to have an audience. And it'd be like live porn for
Jeff here. She kinda looks like Michelle. He could fantasize." I said as
much to Jeff as to Will. This idea as making me hard as a rock. The idea of
getting to play with Will and do things to him in front of his brother was
practically making me jizz my shorts just thinking about it.

"You're gonna bust through your jeans there, boyfriend." Will said.

"You're just as hard as I am, Asshole." I said, smiling at him as I reached
over to squeeze his stiff cock through his underwear. It occurred to me
that Will wanted to show off in front of Jeff - like fucking a woman in
front of his older, macho brother meant something. I wasn't sure I liked
that but I understood it. Some things are hard to shake at our age and if
it worked to make this all happen, I wasn't going to complain.

"You still hard down there, Big Brother?" Will asked Jeff. Jeff blushed and
pulled the pillow away to show off his hard dick poking straight up in his
boxers. There was a big, new spot of precum making a dark stain the size of
a half dollar. No wonder he didn't want to get up. It hadn't occurred to me
that maybe just watching a naked woman have sex in front of him - one that
was probably a lot hotter than his wife now - would be more than enough
enticement. He didn't need to get laid; in fact, maybe this was better for
him - no risk, no actual cheating - the best of both worlds.

"What happens in Vegas, Bro." Jeff said. "You can't tell another living
soul this happened."

"What happened?" Will said. "No harm in watching. You told Jenn you might
see a show." He flashed the Sampson devilish grin and it appeared to be
decided. I wanted to personally thank Mr. Jack Daniels.

I walked over and knocked on the bathroom door. Candy opened it looking
like she'd just applied a new layer of makeup. Mid-thirties is probably an
advanced age in her business. She seemed happy to see the smile on my face
and the erection in my pants.

"That's Jeff over there, by the way. He's decided to stick around and watch
the action. I don't think we made a very good first impression. We're very
happy you're here."

"Thank you. I'm very happy to be here, Matthew. I love your beard...and
that long hair. You sure you're not playing the Sphere later?"

"Flattery will get you a big tip." I said, smiling.

"Oh, the boys already took care of that too. You boys just relax." She came
back out to the end of the bed and took off her top. Her tits did look
real. "My, my, you sure look ready to go, William." Candy added, looking at
Will's obvious erection.

"It's just Will." All three of us said at the same time. Candy looked
surprised but then smiled.

"Got it. Just Will. Let's get you out of those shorts, Will."

--

 "Who is it?" Jake yelled through the door. It was 3:14 AM. He wasn't
asleep yet, but it had been a long night. The cousins party in the casino
had disbanded around 2:45 when the boys each started peeling off and
heading to bed. Jake had stripped down to his Calvins. He admired himself
in the mirror which revived the horniness he'd felt earlier in the
evening. He was half hard, lying on top of his bed, scrolling through some
porn on his phone when he heard the knock at his door. He wondered which
cousin it would be that wanted to keep the party going. Maybe it was Eric
wanting to make sure they were ready for the big party day tomorrow -
actually it was today - it was already well into Saturday.

Jake just heard faint mumbling through door. He looked through the peep
hole and saw Arjun standing there in a tight, white tee shirt and red
basketball shorts. Jake always thought it looked funny when grownups wore
basketball shorts like there was an age limit on athletic gear even though
Arjun was only 35. Arjun was handsome. His beautiful Indian skin was
radiant in the warm glow of the corridor wall sconces. He was the opposite
of Jake who sort of envied his rich brown skin, his thick, curly, jet-black
hair, and his dense beard that showed a constant five o'clock shadow. It
made his perfect white teeth even more of a dramatic contrast. Arjun was
holding himself up against the wall with one arm. His eyes were a little
glassy. He knocked again.

"Hey Arjun. What's up, buddy?" Jake said as he opened the door. Arjun
looked shocked. He pulled his arm from the wall and stood upright, backing
away slightly. Jake glared at him and bugged his eyes out as if silently
reiterating his question.

"Uh...sorry. I thought this was Will and Matt's room." Arjun said.

"They're on the other side of your room." Jake said and considered just
closing the door. Arjun casually scratched himself where is pubes would be
under his shorts. Jake saw the outline of his dick flopping underneath. He
was going commando. It made him picture Arjun's pretty, brown, uncut prick.

It had been a long time since Arjun and Jake had played around in the
showers at the gym. Jake had tried not to indulge in his gym
extracurricular activities with varying degrees of success over the last
few months. It also made him miss Aaron who had always made their gym
shower threesomes extra fun. It wasn't quite the same since Aaron had gone
off to school and especially since he'd been with Brandon.  Aaron seemed to
be playing the monogamy game at the moment. He wondered if that would be
the case this weekend or he and Brandon's rules would be suspended.

Arjun made a gesture indicating he was about to move to Will and Matt's
door. "Oh, shit. I wouldn't bother them right now." Jake said. Arjun just
looked disappointed and confused. "They have...company." Arjun looked even
more defeated as though he were missing out on something fun.  "Were
you...looking for a little after party?" Arjun just nodded and looked at
Jake's crotch in his underwear. He had drunken lust in his eyes. He'd come
on this weekend trip to have a rare escape from his rigidly structured
family life. He wanted to make it count. Once he'd sobered up enough, he
went looking for his playmates.

Jake intentionally ran his right hand down his smooth chest, stopping
briefly at his left nipple before moving down to his solid stomach. His
left arm was resting on top of the open door, showing off the curly hair in
his arm pit. He'd let most of his body hair grow back since he'd shaved it
off on a whim to be a go go dancer at Cell Block but kept shaving his chest
just like his father. He was a little older now and as he'd matured since
high school his golden blonde pubic hair had slowly gotten a couple of
shades darker, making a more dramatic contrast with the bleached hair on
his head. Arjun's mouth was hanging open. Jake was relishing being
admired. "You look like you need a buddy, Buddy. Why don't you come in."

--