Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2016 18:04:59 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 11

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER ELEVEN – FUCKED BY THE FLYBOYS

By the time I left the pool and took the private elevator to my aunt and
uncle's penthouse, I was sure my half-brothers Jan and Jon would have
returned from their afternoon modeling engagements. Wrong. Ren met me at
the elevator and said, "Hey, Jen, been wondering where you were. I almost
came down to the pool to look for you. Jan and Jon won't be home until late
– they've got some night modeling shots planned – so your aunt and
uncle asked me to take you out to grab a bite to eat. Sound okay?"

I was mildly disappointed that Jan and Jon weren't home and was struck by
the clear evidence that my aunt and uncle didn't want me around. Maybe they
had other commitments. But the chance to hang with Ren was fabulous. In
this case, the consolation prize was the real prize.

Sure Ren was only inviting me to dinner because my aunt and uncle had asked
him to, but hanging with an older guy as cool as Ren was awesome. I
wondered if maybe dinner would turn into something else, but I figured
probably not. Ren didn't look as tired as he had when he left for the
airport at noon, but from the report my twin brothers elicited from Ren
earlier, it was apparent that he spent the previous night fucking cougar
pussy, likely including my aunt, so the odds of him being horny seemed
remote. With two loads of freshly planted lifeguard cream swimming in my
ass, I wasn't exactly hurting for sex either.

"Sure, sounds great!" I said enthusiastically. I heard voices in the
penthouse that sounded like my aunt and uncle. They obviously didn't want
me around, but that was fine with me. I was much happier going out to eat
with Ren rather than enduring another stuffy dinner with my aunt and
uncle. A dinner that would be even worse without the presence of my twin
brothers. Ren asked if I needed to get anything before we left, but I was
freshly showered and couldn't think of anything. I asked Ren if my shorts
and T-shirt were okay and he laughed and said, "Dude, it's Las
Vegas. Wearing a shirt makes you overdressed."

We took the elevator to the parking garage. Ren didn't own a car, but
instead a motorcycle, which pumped my infatuation with him up another
notch. He told me that before my uncle hired him, he couldn't afford a car,
and afterward he chose to keep the cycle because it was perfect for Vegas
traffic and weather. The downside happened during the heat of the summer;
motorcycles weren't air conditioned. "The secret is to never stop," Ren
laughed. I found it sexy sitting behind him and clutching his tight abs as
we roared through the night.

Ren took me to a Mexican restaurant that was off the Strip. The locals
seldom if ever frequented the expensive, celebrity restaurants in the
casinos, and tourists seldom ventured off the Strip, so dining in Las Vegas
was really two worlds. The place wasn't much to look at, but the food was
great. Not that I had much basis for comparison, given the paucity of
Mexican restaurants in southern Illinois.

Ren ordered a pitcher of margaritas, and I felt a lump in my stomach when
the waitress asked for our IDs. Recalling the fake New York driver's
license my brothers had given me, I dug it out of my wallet. I was happy
when it worked.

The waitress was young woman that any guy would think was hot – well,
any straight guy. Not me, though. Instead, I thought the slender busboy
with dark eyes was kinda cute. The waitress gave me a knowing grin after
checking my ID, but saved her biggest smile for Ren. Ren stared at her as
she retreated to place our orders, and I felt a pang of jealousy. What did
I expect? Ren was straight, and the waitress was hot.

Alice, the waitress, clearly liked Ren, flirting with him as she served us,
but who could blame her? The pilot boy was a stud by any definition. As
much as I had loved the naked version of Ren I had stared at while the
flyboy worked my ass in the Grand Canyon, sitting across from the clothed
version was hot, too. I was mesmerized to the point of distraction by the
veins popping out on his smooth arms and his biceps bulging as he did
something as simple as picking up his margarita glass.

Ren enjoyed the attention from Alice and subtly let her know he thought she
was hot. At one point, after Alice refilled our water glasses, Ren said,
"Damn, that's one beautiful woman." He looked at me as if he wondered why I
didn't enthusiastically agree, and then said, "Oh, sorry. I mean, I guess
you like guys."

I had known I was gay for years, and had been slutting it up all week in
Vegas, so the fact that I liked guys was apparent, but I had never actually
been put in a position of admitting it out loud, particularly to a straight
dude. But there was no reason not to. "Yeah," I replied.

"That's cool," Ren said, giving me a smile that melted me.

At the end of dinner, Ren got a call on his cell. I heard only his end of
the conversation. "Yes, sir. I understand, that's not a problem. No,
really, he's great, I don't mind at all. Well, I appreciate that, but you
really don't need to do anything. Thanks very much, sir."

Ren turned to me and said, "Well, it looks like we have a couple of hours
to kill, dude. Anything you want to do?"

Pretty much, I just wanted to hang with Ren. We could join the crowds on
Las Vegas Boulevard, maybe heading to New York, New York or the
Stratosphere, where they had some carnival rides, or get on the High
Roller, which was a giant Ferris wheel that Jan and Jon thought was
cool. But those were all expensive. I didn't have the money and I didn't
want Ren to pay for me. He had already picked up the check for dinner,
declining my offer to split it, telling me he would get paid back by my
uncle. Plus, those rides seemed like kid things, and I wanted to feel like
an adult around Ren. I replied, "Nah, I'm cool just hanging out."

Ren seemed happy with my response. He nodded and said, "Let me see if a
buddy of mine is around." He made a call on his cell. I heard him say,
"Dude, what's happening? Cool. Mind if I drop over with Jen? He's the
nephew. Nah, he's cool. Okay, we'll be there in 15. I'll bring some beer."
Ren turned to me and said, "Let's go. Dolph is home. He lives nearby and is
watching the tournament."

It was one of the big weekends of March Madness and Vegas, being sports
crazed, had all sorts of college basketball events sandwiched around the
main event, which was betting on the games. Ren stopped at a liquor store
near the restaurant, and I hopped off the motorcycle to accompany him
inside. The preacher's kid from southern Illinois had actually never been
inside a liquor store before. It made me feel trashy and guilty. Pretty
much the way I had felt all week in Vegas. Totally the way I wanted to
feel.

The store had a special display of `Cheap Hookers' – a play on words –
complete with a cardboard cutout of a sleazy prostitute. Very Las Vegas. A
`Cheap Hooker' was a bottle of Tequila, two limes, and a tiny cardboard
cylinder of Morton's salt. It came in a mesh bag along with a miniature
cutout of the prostitute. Ren passed the display on his way to checkout and
pay for the two six packs he picked up. He smiled, grabbing a Cheap Hooker
and confiding, "Dolph will love this."

We stopped at a nondescript apartment building not far from the
airport. Ren knocked on the door of a unit on the ground floor, and when
Dolph answered the door, my eyes bugged out.

Dolph's face was easily the match for any of the models I had seen at
Havasu, even Marcio. His body was much more muscular than the slender
models, although he wasn't as big as a body builder. I stared at his big
shoulder muscles and the outline of his chest beneath his tight tank
top. Dolph was several inches over six feet, with wavy blond hair, light
blue eyes and a strong, square jaw. He smiled at us and invited us in,
fist-bumping Ren and shaking my hand.

Ren opened the beer. There was no way I needed any more alcohol after Ren
and I had killed the pitcher of margaritas, but I found myself sipping on a
beer anyway. Ren and Dolph plopped down on either end of a big couch
opposite the TV, and with nowhere else to sit, I climbed into the middle
between them.

Ren and Dolph started talking basketball, but the two games being played
were blowouts, and soon the conversation drifted into pilot stuff, little
of which I understood. Dolph was a helicopter pilot and spent his days
ferrying tourists into the Grand Canyon. He was in training to fly private
planes like the one Ren flew for my uncle, and was close to being
certified.

Dolph kept eyeing the Cheap Hooker package, and after guzzling a couple of
beers, he insisted that each of us do a round of Tequila Hookers. One round
turned into two, and Dolph did a third and a fourth round, although Ren and
I begged off, citing the pitcher of margaritas.

At least based upon my solitary experience with Ren and Dolph, drunk
twentysomething pilots mostly talked about sex. At least that was where the
conversation soon turned. Dolph went into detail about a woman he was
chasing, saying, "Fuck, her ass looks perfect. Getting my dick in her pussy
is gonna be so awesome. I heard she's a screamer, too. I like a vocal bitch
telling me how awesome my dick makes her feel." I detected swelling in
Dolph's shorts, but no sense of embarrassment from the stud when he
adjusted his junk.

After some conversation about tits – Dolph loved big ones, and his new
crush's knockers were apparently huge, while Ren was into more normal sized
boobs – Dolph was back to imagining what fucking his new girlfriend
would be like. I wasn't paying close attention to the
conversation. Instead, I was scoping out Dolph's and Ren's bodies when I
didn't think they would notice. All a sudden, Dolph said, "I'd fuck her in
the ass, too. You know, when her pussy is off limits."

Wow! Before this week, it never occurred to me that straights did anal
sex. But Dolph's comment was the second time I had heard about guys fucking
women in the ass. Maybe Dolph was just saying he would fuck a woman in the
ass but had never done it before. However, it came off as something he had
experienced and liked. I wondered if women liked getting it up the butt,
but I didn't think they had a prostate gland, so I figured they probably
wouldn't like a guy's dick in their ass as much as a guy would. Of course,
most straight guys would never admit that getting fucked felt good, even if
they secretly thought it felt fabulous.

"That doesn't surprise me," Ren snickered, "when you're drunk or stoned,
dude, all you care about is a tight hole around your dick. Doesn't matter
whose hole or where it's located. Tight is right for you, dude."

Dolph laughed. "You got that right, bro," he responded. "You know me too
well." I began to wonder if something might happen. Dolph was drunk, and if
any hole was good for Dolph when he was drunk, I had an available and
well-used one.

Ren brought up the waitress at the Mexican restaurant. "I think she'd go
out with me," Ren confided, "she seemed interested."

"Alice?" Dolph asked.

"Yeah," Ren replied, surprised. "You know her?"

"I dated her, but we only went out once," Dolph replied.

"Only once?" Ren replied. "What happened?"

"I fucked it up," Dolph sighed, clearly not wanting to get into the
story. Ren wasn't satisfied, however, until he pried the story out of
Dolph. Pressed over and over, Dolph finally relented.

"She's smoking hot," Dolph explained. "Hell, you know that, but when she's
completely naked, her body is amazing. Anyway, I took her out to a nice
dinner and afterward we started making out. I wanted to get into her
panties but she wasn't really up for it – you know, not fucking on the
first date and everything. But I eventually got her naked. I took my boxers
off and when she wasn't freaked out by the size of my cock or my foreskin,
I was convinced everything was cool and I had a green light.

"I was so happy to finally get pussy that I guess I pushed things too
far. Well, I did. Hell, the last four or five women I had dated before
Alice told me I was too big, so I was hornier than hell and desperate for a
hot piece of ass. Anyway, I committed my usual screw up of ramming it in
her pussy and fucking too hard. I didn't stop when I should have. She was
pissed as hell. But damn, an amazing body like that, I was way too horned
up to go easy."

"Dolph has a little problem," Ren confided to me. "Well, it's not
little. It's his monster dick, which half the chicks he dates say is too
big. Then, when he gets lucky enough to find a bitch that is willing to let
him ball her, Dolph gets carried away. He likes it rough, which is a very
bad combination when you're hung like a mule. We call him `Dolph the
Ripper'"

"Alright already," Dolph said, annoyed. He took a big swig of beer and
said, "Those bitches last night were damn happy to see my big dick and
wanted it as rough as I could dish out. I should stop dating nice girls
like Alice and stick to horned-up cougars. Best sex I've had in six months,
a year, maybe more. Fuck, maybe ever."

"Those broads were damn hot," Ren chimed in.

"Fuck, yeah," Dolph said. He high-fived Ren and, with a big smile on his
face, started talking about their night. "Did you see that woman deep
throat me with no problem and then crawl on top of me and slide her pussy
onto my cock like it was a finger? She was moaning nonstop and bouncing up
and down on me so hard I thought her tits were gonna fly off! I swear that
bitch got off three or four times before I juiced her cunt. After all that,
I was gasping for breath and she bends over and kisses me and whispers,
`That was a nice appetizer, big boy, but I like a multi-course meal.'
Fucking A!

"What about that broad who wanted me in her pussy and you in her ass at the
same time? I couldn't fucking believe it! You got the best end of the deal
– pun intended – cuz her ass had to be tighter than her pussy. It was
freaky. I could feel your cock sliding inside her, almost like a hand
rubbing my dick, even though I was balls deep inside the bitch."

"That was freaky," Ren observed. "I could feel your cock jumping around in
her pussy when you came. But you nailed a hot ass, too. You ass-fucked the
screamer. She had to have been tight."

"Dude, it was awesome! I do love a tight ass."

The two pilots talked more about the prior night, counting up the number of
times they shot, and I realized they were discussing the pilot and cougar
party my aunt had arranged. It made sense that Ren had brought Dolph to the
party. I soon had a detailed, graphic description of what could only be
described as a wild, straight orgy. Unfortunately for me, the details were
mostly about tits and pussy rather than pecs and cocks. I had to use my
imagination to fill in a visual of the six guys, but with Ren and Dolph
sitting on either side of me, I had a third of the guys pegged, although I
had only seen one of the six dicks. Unless I counted the outline of the
elephant trunk in Dolph's shorts.

"Fuck," Dolph said. "When I left there this morning I was convinced I
wouldn't be horny for a week, but, damn, talking about last night makes me
ready to do it again. More than ready." For the fourth or fifth time, he
rearranged what appeared to be a thick, long sausage underneath his
basketball shorts. And for the fourth or fifth time, I riveted my eyes on
the show.

It dawned on me that Dolph was the helicopter boy who had my brothers
infatuated. I could see why. He was a damn hot stud. Maybe it was the
conversation, but in my eyes the handsome blond hunk oozed sex. I could
visualize him in full fuck mode, controlled by nothing but his oversized
cock.

From what my brothers said earlier, helicopter boy didn't mind getting
serviced by guys now and then. Supposedly one of Dolph's roommates was gay
and Dolph was a regular user of the guy's holes. That fit with Ren's
earlier comment that when he was drunk, Dolph just wanted a tight hole and
didn't care if he was fucking a guy or a girl. And when Dolph said he loved
a tight ass, he hadn't been gender specific.

Here I was sitting between two amazing hunks, both horny, both with
semi-hard cocks, and both amenable to getting serviced by a guy. And I
wasn't doing a damn thing. I was the only gay boy in America that could be
in this situation and sit still, staring at a stupid basketball game that
was over long ago. All I had to do was to let my hand drift over to Ren's
crotch, or ask Dolph if he wanted some help to get off. But I couldn't
bring myself to take the first step.

Ren solved my dilemma. "So, Jen," he said, draining his beer. "The other
day in the Canyon was damn hot. You up for another round? Maybe help us out
a little?" He gave his cock a little squeeze in case I somehow
misinterpreted his question.

Hell yeah, I was. I lamely replied, "Sure," and reached over to Ren's jeans
and unbuttoned them. In moments I had uncovered Ren's thick cock, and I
went down on him, licking his shaft, flicking my tongue in his piss slit
and gradually taking him down my throat.

I worked Ren's cock until it was rigid, but Ren had discovered my shorts
were loose and had a hand inside them, running his hands over my ass cheeks
and into my crack in a way that made it clear he wanted to fuck rather than
to blow a load down my throat. Sure enough, he pulled me off his dick,
slipping my underwear and shorts over my hips. Being Jon's, the shorts were
too big and came off with virtually no effort. I slid my shirt over my head
and Ren put me on the floor on my hands and knees. He got behind me, ready
to invade my ass. Gazing up from the floor, I got my first view of Dolph's
dick.

The helicopter pilot had pulled his cock from his basketball shorts and was
massaging it slowly, and my first reaction was he couldn't possibly be that
big. I could see why women complained about his size. Dolph's fleshy cock
was massive, thick and long, with a long uncut foreskin that Dolph was
slowly sliding up and down over his shaft. His dick head was a massive,
hard helmet that was slippery with pre-cum. I was so mesmerized by the bull
cock that I was only barely aware of Dolph's ripped, muscular body, now
fully exposed for my viewing enjoyment.

Ren lubed my ass and prepared to penetrate me, and Dolph got on his knees
and aimed his cock at my mouth. I was terrified that I was going to fuck
up, gag on his donkey dong, scratch it with my teeth, or be unable to get
it in my mouth. You can do this, I told myself. You can suck that huge cock
and then take it in your ass.

The black guy on the boat at Havasu, Dillinger, had an enormous black cock
and I had taken that. Plus, the two lifeguards, Cameron and Giovanni, had
opened me up good in the pool locker room just a few hours ago. Now Ren was
going to force my fuck chute wide open again with his thick slab of flyboy
meat. If ever I could take Dolph's big cock, now was the time.

I began licking Dolph's fuck tool, nibbling on the foreskin, but it was
soon apparent that Dolph liked to get right to the main event, so I worked
his cock into my throat. I concentrated on breathing through my nose,
jamming his fuck stick into my throat until it hurt, then easing it out for
a moment before resuming the assault and taking a bit more of his prick. I
was concentrating so hard on deep throating Dolph that I barely noticed as
Ren buried his cock into my hole and started fucking my ass like crazy.

I felt elated as I got Dolph's mammoth cock all the way down my
throat. Here I was, split roasted yet again, my holes filled with flyboy
cock.

My happy sense of accomplishment was short lived, however. Dolph had
apparently held off as long as he could while I carefully worked his cock
down my throat. With his cock now possessing my mouth, he grabbed my head
and began to skull fuck me with no mercy. I had been forewarned; Dolph had
admitted he liked it rough. I was about to witness his sexual proclivities
first hand.

I was soon gurgling and slobbering like crazy, unable to keep saliva from
running down my chin. The slapping sounds of Ren pounding my boi pussy
echoed in the small room, occasionally drowning out the TV announcers
calling the basketball game. Both straight studs were groaning as they
drilled my holes. "Fuck this ass is tight!" Ren exclaimed.

The split roast continued, Ren furiously plowing my ass and Dolph cramming
his white python down my throat with no mercy. "Fuck, you like that, baby,
don't you?" Ren growled. "You like my cock fucking you in the ass, don't
you?"

With a giant dong stuffed down my throat, I was in no position to
answer. Dolph snarled, "Suck it, bitch! Swallow my dick."

Ren began to pant and I could tell he was getting close. He rammed me
faster and faster until he made a final thrust deep inside me and
climaxed. I felt his cock discharging in my hole, pumping cum inside my
guts. I tried to count the number of times his cock lurched, and I was
pretty sure Ren got to double figures.

Dolph must have been waiting for Ren to finish, because when he realized
Ren had juiced me, he wasted no time in saying, "That ass is mine now. I
need to fuck!" He spun me around and aimed his donkey dong for my hole.

I held my breath, wondering if I was going to be able to handle him. Dolph
the Ripper. I was determined to take his cock and not complain, regardless
of how much it hurt. I was not going to whine like the bitches who didn't
appreciate Dolph's equipment.

Dolph quickly re-lubed my ass and greased his cock, then breached my hole
with the head of his cock. I gasped. Dolph responded by plunging more of
his cock into my hole.

Perhaps due to the Tequila, my ass didn't hurt so much as it felt filled
up, stretched as far as it could go. "Goddamn, you didn't tell me he was so
fucking tight!" Dolph groaned. He pulled out slightly, but pushed forward
again, getting even more of his monster prick inside me. He made a couple
more thrusts and each time I thought he was all the way in. Wrong. The stud
keep going deeper and deeper. His assault on my ass seemed endless, but
just when I thought Dolph's cock was so far inside me that I was about to
taste it, I felt his pubes crushed against my bare butt. Helicopter boy's
cock was buried inside me.

I focused on trying to avoid collapsing on the floor as Dolph almost
immediately started pummeling my ass. I remembered Ren saying he liked
having his cock mouth-cleaned after fucking, so I pulled Ren's semi-hard
dick into my mouth and swallowed it, cleaning him off. I couldn't do a good
job because Dolph was fucking me so violently that my body kept jerking.

I was getting a first-hand demonstration of what Dolph and Ren talked about
earlier in the night – Dolph getting carried away while fucking. I could
see women being scared by the violence Dolph brought to the task of fucking
a hole. But I wasn't going to be a pussy boy. Nope.

Dolph had said he liked a vocal bitch telling him how awesome his dick made
her feel. Most women probably whined and complained about being split open
by Dolph. Not me. I was going to let him know I liked it.

"Yeah, fuck that ass!" I cried out. "Give it to me hard! Fuck me like you
own my hole!"

"Fuck, damn, yes!" Dolph growled. As improbable as it seemed, Dolph hadn't
been in full fuck mode before, because my comment made him even more
frenzied. He slammed into me so hard that for a moment I thought he was
going to puncture me like a balloon.

"Take my fucking cock, bitch!" Dolph yelled. One of his hands grabbed my
hair and wrenched my head back, and the other clamped around my
throat. Dolph's hand bit into the skin of my neck, his fingers pressing
hard. "You love it rough, don't you, bitch?" he snarled.

"Yeah," I croaked. "Fuck me with that big cock."

"You want me to fucking destroy your pussy, don't you?" Dolph hissed.

"Yeah, rip my tight hole! Fuck me into tomorrow!" I was ecstatic. Dolph the
Ripper's big cock was buried in my hole and I was taking it. More than
merely taking it, it actually felt... awesome.

"Fuuuuck!!!" Dolph screamed.

"Fuck my ass!" I moaned. Damn. True to his nickname, Dolph's cock felt like
it was about to rip my hole open, but my ass felt wonderfully full and
Dolph was torturing my prostate in ways that was driving me crazy.

Despite my banter, as Dolph's onslaught continued, I began to wonder what I
had gotten myself into. Dolph's hand grabbing my neck hurt, and he wasn't
far away from choking me.

Dolph easily could have destroyed my asshole, but fortunately he didn't
have enough time. He nutted within moments, one hand with a vice grip on my
neck and the other with a handful of my hair, pulling my head back until I
thought he would snap my neck. His gigantic cock lurched and thrashed
inside my boi cunt, dumping cum deeper into me than anyone had ever
done. Well, at least deeper than I had been seeded during the last 24
hours. Dillinger's big black cock had forcibly occupied the same region of
my hole yesterday afternoon, although I was sure it had gone even farther
than Dolph's.

Dolph stayed inside me for a long time after nutting, eventually pulling
out and slumping on the floor. I did my duty, going down on him and
cleaning his cock. I was tasting the exotic mιlange of four guys' cum;
two lifeguards and two flyboys. In its softening state, Dolph's mammoth,
hooded fuck tool, coated with spunk that had practically been churned into
cum butter, was amazing.

With my job of mouth washing Dolph's fuck meat completed, I knew I had to
clean some spunk out of my asshole before getting back on the motorcycle
with Ren. The combination of an ass full of cum and a few jolts on the
motorcycle would leave me looking like I had wet my pants by the time we
got back to the penthouse. And smelling like the boy slut I had been over
the last week.

The apartment had a single bathroom and two bedrooms furnished with twin
beds. It looked like a dorm room, and helicopter boy and his roommates'
housekeeping standards were definitely not up to my mother's or the
penthouse staff's. Big surprise. I slipped into the bathroom long enough to
release my bladder and push enough cum from my ass so that I thought I
could survive a motorcycle ride. I was sorry to see the nut juice go. The
thought that I had been bred by four hot dudes and I was carrying their
seed was a turn on.

When I returned from the bathroom, Ren was on his cell and Dolph had a big
smile on his face and was still naked, giving me a more measured view of
his awesome body and garishly big cock. He smiled and said, "Dude that was
awesome. I loved it when you said `fuck me into tomorrow.' Damn, dude,
first time I met anyone whose holes were made for my cock. I sure as hell
wish you were a girl."

I suppose that was the highest compliment a straight guy could pay a gay
guy. I had accomplished what I wanted by playing a horn dog as Dolph fucked
me. Fuck, a week ago, at home in Illinois before the trip to Vegas, I would
never in a million years have thought that I would have sex with a hot guy
like Dolph. Frankly, any of the guys I had had sex with over the course of
the week were beyond my comprehension a week ago, starting and ending with
my twin brothers.

I smiled. I bent down to kiss Dolph's now flaccid cock and whispered to
him, "Dude, next time you don't have to hold back. Do what you want with
me. No reason to treat me soft. I can handle it. And I want it. My holes
were made for your cock. You just need to use `em." The surprised and
hungry look on Dolph's face was priceless. My success at playing a hungry
bottom left me with a happy glow.

Ren had pulled on his jeans, although his ripped, shirtless torso was
prominently visible as he talked on his cell. I debated whether to get
dressed or stay naked like Dolph. Naked got the call, because I didn't want
my getting dressed to prompt Dolph to do the same. That would cost me the
awesome view of his body. I wasn't exactly a 98 pound weakling, but
juxtaposed next to Dolph's muscles, I was definitely in the twink camp. It
occurred to me Dolph might like me better if I wasn't a hunky stud. I also
thought maybe Dolph would be up for a repeat assault on my ass as long as
the beer and Tequila held out.

Unfortunately, my plan for Dolph to mount me again fell apart as soon as
Ren finished his call. "Your uncle and aunt are ready for us to come home,
Jen," Ren said. I guess whatever was happening that made it inconvenient
for me to be in the penthouse had finished. Too bad.

"So, dude, you sure you don't want to hang in Vegas instead of going home
next week?" Dolph asked as I got dressed. "Because my cock would definitely
like to spend some more time in your tight ass." Dolph didn't come off as
gay, and the way he and Ren had gone on about the cougar-pilot mash up
suggested he had not stopped liking women, but I was flattered that he
liked fucking me enough that he was talking about doing it again.

"Huh, thanks," I said. The thought of heading back to southern Illinois in
three days was very unappealing. But I had to get through high school –
and turn 18 – before I could think about something like living in Vegas.

Dolph never bothered to get dressed, seeing us to the door with his
gigantic cock swinging between his legs like an elephant's trunk. "Later
dudes," he said, high-fiving us as we slipped into the night.

"You okay?" Ren asked as we put on our helmets and got ready to hop on the
motorcycle. "That wasn't too much for you? Dolph totally gets carried away
when he's fucking. It looked like he was almost strangling you. I was about
to tell him to let up."

"Nah," I replied. "I'm cool." I sort of liked the idea that Ren was looking
after me, like a big brother would have done. The entire night he had felt
like a savvy, cool brother. I knew he was only hanging out with me because
my uncle and aunt asked him to, but I liked it nonetheless.

"Well, the only thing that held me back was that it seemed like you were
really into getting fucked," Ren said. "I mean, at the river earlier in the
week I figured you were enjoying yourself, but tonight you were like on
fire. You were a different guy."

I suppose, given my light speed education in sex, I was a different guy,
even though it had only been two days. It seemed like weeks or months. The
first time Ren plowed my ass, I was wide eyed and passive, waiting for
stuff to happen to me. I hadn't exactly been the aggressor with Ren and
Dolph, but telling Dolph that I wanted him to fuck me into tomorrow had
clearly turned him on, and I kinda liked the idea that I was not totally
passive.

Changing the subject, I said, "I hope I didn't hold you back, you know,
with Alice."

Ren got a big smile on his face. "Not at all. You helped me. I got her
number at the restaurant, and when you were in the john at Dolph's, I
texted her. We're going out tomorrow night. If Dolph is right about her not
wanting to have sex on the first date, it might be a couple of weeks before
I score, but I can handle that. She's worth waiting for."

The bad thing about Ren dating Alice was that he might be less amenable to
blow jobs from Jan and Jon and fucking my ass. But that problem sounded
like it was down the road, and I wasn't going to be in Vegas then anyway.

"By the way," Ren said as climbed on the motorcycle and I snuggled in
behind him. "Remember the busboy in the restaurant? He's Alice's kid
brother. He's gay and he wants your number. Alice said he thinks you are
the hottest thing on the planet. I just hope Alice isn't going out with me
only so that her brother has a chance with you."

As if! That was an absurd thought. Alice was crazy if she didn't realize
Ren was a fucking awesome stud and an incredible catch. "Seriously?" I
asked, betraying my skepticism.

"Swear to God, that's what she said," Ren said. "Maybe we can double date."

"That would be fun. Maybe we'll have a contest to see who can get laid
first."

I quickly regretted my statement. I was an idiot to suggest that
wager. Despite what Dolph had said about Alice not wanting to have sex on a
first date, I couldn't fathom how she could resist Ren. On the other hand,
it would take Alice's kid brother only minutes to discover that I was a
hopeless geek.

"You're crazy!" Ren exclaimed as he started the motorcycle. "Competing with
a gay boy on who gets laid first would be idiotic. Sometimes I wish I was
gay so it would be easier to get my rocks off. But I wouldn't be up against
just any gay boy. Damn, Jen, you could lure any gay man in the city into
your bed just by smiling at the dude."

No way, I thought. No fucking way.

When we got to the penthouse, Jan and Jon were back from the modeling
convention and excitedly told me that they had gotten their agency to take
my application tomorrow and the agency had a photographer lined up to take
some modeling stills. I had a hard time seeing myself as a model, but Jan
and Jon were adamant that I was a sure bet. I ended the night in bed
between my two brothers. Each of them happily pounded my ass and dumped a
load of brother cream into my well-used hole. By the time they were done,
half a dozen loads filled by boi pussy and Jan had sucked a load of my jizz
into his wet and warm mouth.

Having gotten their rocks off, Jan and Jon went to sleep quickly, although
I could have happily gone on and taken their cocks again. Unlike my
brothers, I had gotten in a couple of naps by the pool in the afternoon and
was wide awake. Wide awake and happy, very happy as I tried to come to
terms with my whirlwind week. Spring break was already a resounding
success. The only cloud on the horizon was that it was Friday night, and
only the weekend separated me from a flight back to southern Illinois.


TO BE CONTINUED...


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