Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2016 07:51:51 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 14

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER FOURTEEN – LAS VEGAS NIGHTS, PART TWO

Ren and I stepped off the elevator after returning from our evening with
Alice and Arlo, and I found Jan and Jon playing video games. "So, dude,
Harry Potter night, remember?" Jon smirked. I had almost forgotten my twin
brothers' plan to tell my uncle and aunt that we were going to a midnight
showing of a Harry Potter film. Instead, my brothers planned to divert to
the Seven Deadly Sins party at one the casino bars.

"Uh, sure," I said. Still a little stoned from smoking with Arlo, I wasn't
tired and the idea of seeing some more Vegas nightlife sounded fun.

We dressed in the most conservative dress I had seen on my brothers all
week – plain white shirts and dark pants. After all, Jon mused, my aunt
and uncle thought we were going to the movies and we needed to look the
part. The attire reminded me of going to church, something I had done three
times a week for my entire life – major illnesses excepted – until
now; until I hit Las Vegas and met my twin half-brothers. I had been in
Vegas almost an entire week, and I hadn't set foot in a church. Hadn't
missed it or thought much about it, either.

As soon as we were in the elevator, my attire got a lot less
conservative. Jon smirked and methodically unbuttoned my shirt down to my
bellybutton. "Dude," he whispered, "for this party, we need you to look
sinful, and with your innocent face you gotta work harder at it than we
do."

"He looks innocent, but he's got an inner slut," Jan added. "He's a
natural. Runs in the family, I think."

"I think you're right," Jon giggled. He stepped close to me and grabbed one
of my ass cheeks with his hand. "Plus, on top of being a natural, junior
has two older brothers to corrupt him. You feel like being corrupted, hot
stuff?"

"Absolutely, if you're offering to do the job," I answered, cupping Jon's
basket. "I'm only partially corrupted. I need a couple of wicked dudes to
fuck me into oblivion." Jon ground against me, stopping only as the
elevator reached the ground floor. Jeez. After getting dicked by Arlo and
Ren, I shouldn't have been horny, but I would have been happy if Jan and
Jon had taken me back to the penthouse and fucked my brains out. Yet the
Seven Deadly Sins party sounded intriguing, too.

Our destination wasn't far away, so we walked, which suited Jan fine
because he wanted to drink and not have to worry about driving. The party
was well underway when we arrived. The bouncer gave us a knowing look when
we presented our fake IDs, but waved us in without objecting.

There are seven deadly sins. Lust, pride, envy, wrath, gluttony, sloth and
greed. Lust was most prominently displayed in the nightclub, although
plenty of pride and envy were in evidence, too. Wrath, gluttony, sloth and
greed, not so much. Maybe greed showed in the eyes of many of the partiers
as they surveyed the crowd.

Unlike RevoSunday, we didn't have a private table. Jan maneuvered his way
to the bar and bought drinks. When Jan returned, Jon produced the now
familiar little white pill, and I swallowed it eagerly. I remembered Jon
telling me the first night that it guaranteed I would wake up with a sore
ass. After the way my day had gone, my ass should have been there already,
but rather than sore, my hole felt lonesome and empty. Maybe not empty,
because it was plenty spermy. But definitely lonesome. Maybe by the end of
the night Jon's prediction would come true and my ass would be raw.

While Jan was at the bar, Jon pointed out dudes he liked. The youngest of
my twin brothers had eclectic tastes, from rough looking dudes to pretty
boys. Not long after Jan returned with the drinks, a slender guy walked by
and gave us a long stare. Jon took the bait, saying, "Bros, I gotta check
out that hot Latin bubble butt." He disappeared into the crowd following an
impressive pair of buns on the black-haired boy.

Jan's tastes ran more to pretty boys, particularly clean cut blonds. As Jan
and I worked on our drinks, I began to look closely at the crowd and wonder
what suited me. Most of the partiers were older than the crowd at
RevoSunday last week, more sinister looking. Of course, how sinister could
the crowd at RevoSunday have looked, wearing nothing but underwear?
Underwear had been the dress at the Skin Party.

In contrast, the Seven Deadly Sins party was heavy on bling, from expensive
clothes to showy jewelry. Maybe recalling Austin and Benny's web app made
me think about it, but I imagined that plenty of dudes partying under the
dim lights had already been bought and paid for by another guest.

Jan and I danced for a while after we downed our drinks. We looked like
boyfriends. Jan kissed and hugged me, and at one point he grabbed me from
behind and humped my ass as he ran his hands across my chest. Jan and Jon
knew some of the dudes in the club from modeling, and the guys knew Jan and
I were half-brothers, so I wondered what they thought of us carrying on
like we were. But part of me was prouder than hell that my insanely hot
brother – Freddie Fox in America – was all over me and making it
clear that we weren't merely brothers.

Hot and sweaty, we broke from dancing and Jan ushered me to the bar where
he bought another round of drinks. Jan struck up a conversation with a tall
blond boy, who seemed interested my brother. Very interested. It was too
loud for me to hear much of the conversation, but I noticed Jan slip a hand
around the blond boy's side and cup his ass. The blond dude whispered
something to Jan and Jan got a lecherous smile that I had seen before, most
recently directed at me. Jan wanted to fuck the boy's ass and the dude was
offering it up.

I was feeling like an extra cog when Pyotr, Marcio's friend from Havasu,
swept by and gave us more-than-friendly kisses. "You mind if I steal this
one for a while, Jan?" Pyotr asked. "He got away from me at Havasu!"

Jan gave me a brotherly look and asked, "You okay, dude?" I didn't want to
interfere with my brothers' night out, and I sensed that Jan wanted to
pursue the preppy blond boy without me being around. I didn't want to come
off as a clingy dip-shit little brother, so I told him, "Sure. I'm fine."
Jan leaned in and gave me a deep kiss, saying, "You're the best, bro," and
told me to meet him and Jon at the bar in a couple of hours.

Pyotr pulled me onto the dance floor and we danced enough that I got hot
and sweaty again before Pyotr suggested we go outside for some fresh
air. One wall of the nightclub opened onto a lavishly landscaped pool area,
and the pool bar was open and much less crowded, so Pyotr got more
drinks. Between the booze and Jon's pill, I was getting hammered.

Pyotr guided us toward an empty love seat, but on the way we came across
two guys with amazing bodies making out the shadows. They were wearing skin
tight tank tops and had muscles to die for. It was a departure from the
dudes I had seen at Havasu; most young models were on the slender side and
few had big muscles. These guys, however, had huge chests and massive guns.

Pyotr apparently knew the dudes and, with his arm around me, walked over to
them. He greeted them in a language that I didn't recognize. Given my
schooling in southern Illinois, the only language I could possibly have
understood was English.

The two muscle guys kept eyeing me during their conversation with Pyotr,
and Pyotr introduced them as Aleksei and Evgeny. "They're Russian
gymnasts. Acrobats," Pyotr whispered my ear. "They're performing in one of
the Cirque du Soleil shows. Until they arrived in Vegas two weeks ago, they
didn't speak a word of English. I helped them get fake IDs. They couldn't
believe you had to be 21 to drink Vodka in the States."

Up close, Aleksei's and Evgeny's smooth faces made them look like
teenagers, barely more than my age. But their massive muscles were unlike
anything I had seen on a guy my age. Even the jocks on my high school
football team weren't built like these dudes. "They look enough alike that
they could be brothers," I said.

"They are," Pyotr laughed. "Identical twins." The two tow headed Russians
smiled at me while I stared, wide eyed. Before Pyotr and I arrived, Aleksei
and Evgeny had clearly been doing things to each other that were more
boyfriend than brotherly. What were the odds of coming across two sets of
identical twins that were into sex with each other? I was probably getting
ahead of myself. Maybe my week of incest with Jan and Jon was making me
think everyone was into it. Maybe snuggling your brother was customary in
Russia. It didn't necessary mean the two guys fucked.

Given that I didn't speak Russian, I wasn't going to have much of a
conversation with the two stud gymnasts unless Pyotr translated back and
forth. It wasn't long before Pyotr said with a smile, "Aleksei and Evgeny
think you're cute."

"They're pretty hot themselves," I responded. When Pyotr relayed my
message, the twins both got big smiles on their faces.

Pyotr and the Russians talked some more, and Pyotr said to me, "The Cirque
show Aleksei and Evgeny are in is next door, and they've offered to show us
the backstage. You game to split for a few minutes?"

I had the better part of two hours to kill, and while dancing with Pyotr
was fun, I doubted he wanted to babysit me all night. Thinking it would be
cool to hang out with Aleksei and Evgeny and see backstage, I agreed. The
four of us worked our way back through the bar to the exit, making sure we
got stamped for readmittance.

The backstage Cirque tour turned out to be a nontour. As soon as we entered
the stage door, Pyotr and one of the twins started kissing and making
out. The other twin gave me a happy grin and moved toward me. Whatever
Pyotr had been buying me was potent, and I still a little high from smoking
with Arlo and more than a little high from Jon's pill.

I couldn't believe a hot stud like the Russian gymnast wanted to make out
with me, but in no time the muscle boy had buried his tongue in my mouth
and was running his hands over my body, pulling my shirt over my
shoulders. At the same time he lifted his tight tank top over his head. His
sculpted abs and chest were amazing. The muscles in his big arms looked
like over-inflated balloons trapped under his skin.

Before long Pyotr and the second twin joined us, and Pyotr had my pants
down at my ankles and was rimming my ass while I went back and forth,
sucking on two identical uncut cocks. God I love foreskin. And I was
finding that I was pretty damn enamored with thick Russian cock meat, too.

Aleksei and Evgeny were fondling each other's hot bodies and French kissing
as I deep throated their cocks. Clearly the whole incest thing didn't
bother them in the slightest. I wondered if there was another list of seven
extra-deadly sins, with incest prominently at the top of the list. If there
was, then Jan, Jon, Aleksei, Evgeny and I were all going to be among the
culprits.

Pyotr's tongue left my ass and some cold lube took its place. The grease
was a prelude to Pyotr's stiff shaft, which he began to slide into my crack
and press against my hole. I felt the model's bare chest against my back as
his cock sank farther and farther into me.

My ass surrendered to Pyotr's advance with no resistance. None. Arlo's long
lance and Ren's horse cock had opened me up so that my hole was apparently
amenable to whatever cock happened to be in the vicinity.

Pyotr pushed all the way inside me and bent over, grabbing my shoulders
with his hands and whispering in my ear, "That's quite a cum buffet you
brought for me, slut. How many guys have seeded your ass already today?"

With two cocks vying for my mouth, I couldn't answer. But Ricardo, Arlo and
Ren had dicked my boi pussy so far. Pyotr, who was quickly thrusting inside
my hole, was four. Of course, Arlo had dumped several loads in me, so my
ass was probably damn sloppy.

Pyotr continued, "I told Aleksei and Evgeny that I got first shot at your
ass, but after that your boi pussy was their property. They told me they're
tired of getting off in each other's asses and are ready for some prime
American boy butt, and you're the hottest thing they've seen since they've
been in the States. Those boys have a lot of pent up Russian jizz for your
collection."

Pyotr's comment answered my question about how far into incest Aleksei and
Evgeny were. The count of guys using my ass would be six by the end of the
night. Not that I was complaining. The Russian twins had stepped out of
their pants and their bodies were amazing. Their thigh muscles were massive
and separated by deep ravines, and I had never seen abs quite as ripped as
the ones in front of my eyes. I assumed Aleksei and Evgeny shaved for
performances, because I didn't see a single hair below their trimmed blond
crew cuts. Even their pubes and balls were shaved. Maybe they wanted to
make sure no hair showed under their skin-tight costumes.

"For a slut you got a damn tight ass, baby," Pyotr purred in my ear. "Fuck,
I should never have let you out of Havasu without balling this fine hole."
I was doing my best to massage Pyotr's cock with my ass, and it must have
been working, because before too long he began panting heavily and sped up
his fucking motion, slamming into my butt with quick, staccato strokes. He
grabbed my shoulders and gasped, and I felt his body shudder as his cock
rammed into me one final time and his balls discharged.

Pyotr pulled out of my hole and I waited for Aleksei or Evgeny to make a
move. Neither one of them did, seemingly content to have me suck their fuck
sticks. It occurred to me that Pyotr's statement about Aleksei and Evgeny
wanting to fuck me may or may not be right; it might have only been dirty
talk. But I wasn't going to take chances.

I backed the closest twin to a low platform and put him on his back,
crawling on top of him and positioning my ass over his thick boner. I bent
down to kiss him and sank my tongue into his mouth at the same time I
lowered my ass on his throbbing cock. The dude let out a muffled moan and
began to thrust up and down, powering into my spermy boi hole.

Riding the hunky Russian was something else. One of the backstage spot
lights happened to be shining on him, making his taunt muscles stand out in
relief and giving me a clear view of his ice blue eyes. He had a feverish,
frenzied look on his face and his arm muscles popped as he grabbed my hips
and began to guide my ass up and down on his fuck tool. Dude kissed like a
madman, hungry and desperate.

Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised at what happened next. Given what
Jan and Jon had done to me earlier in the week at the ravine, maybe it was
even predictable. The twin I was riding paused as the other twin said
something in Russian. The twin behind me put his hands on my ass, pulling
it wide. And then I felt the unmistakable feeling of his hard cock.

I was going to get double-fucked by the Russians. Fuck, yeah. I nodded my
approval, moaning, "Fuck me!" I reached behind me to guide the Russian's
stiff cock to the entrance to my stretched hole.

I suppose even if the Russians had only been in the U.S. for two weeks,
they probably understood `fuck' before they arrived. They twins responded
in Russian, almost at the same time, with something that had an `F' in it,
but beyond that I couldn't understand any of it. My message must have
gotten across, however, because a second hard cock stretched the entrance
to my ass and begin to force itself inside me. I gasped, feeling my hole
ripped wide as the second twin penetrated me.

I can't say having two rock hard cocks buried inside me didn't hurt at all,
but I was pretty sure my hole didn't ache as much as it did when Jan and
Jon had doubled fucked me in the ravine above Lake Mead. That was good,
because Aleksei's and Evgeny's cocks were thicker. I forced myself to relax
and let the twins do the work, both of them sliding deep into my hole.

The twins were mumbling something in Russian, but I have no idea what it
was. To my surprise, the twin behind me bent over my shoulder and kissed
his brother, exactly like Jan and Jon had done at the ravine. I remembered
feeling a little left out then, and it was no different now. Fuck that
shit, I thought. I grabbed the Russians' heads and joined the fray,
eventually getting both of their tongues in my mouth, although it wasn't
easy.

The Russians got into some sort of weird rhythm where one went balls deep
in my ass while the other pulled most of the way out and then the first
cock pulled out while the other one rammed into me. The result was the most
amazing feeling in my hole. A stiff cock was always advancing into my hole
and another one was always withdrawing. The twin Russian cocks were
constantly rubbing together and never giving my hole a moment of rest. I
was sandwiched between two naked mounds of Russian muscles as my ass got
double fucked.

Pyotr was right about the Russians having full balls of pent up cum. The
two muscle studs had only been inside me for maybe five or ten minutes when
they blew. My ass certainly felt the explosion. The twins came almost
simultaneously, two Russian cum missiles firing inside me with repeated
rockets of Slavic spunk.

The twins' cocks began to soften and whichever guy had fucked me from
behind slipped out of my boi hole. He got up, leaving my back wet and
sticky with sweat. But I immediately felt his tongue lapping up the cum
leaking from my ass. His brother felt the mouth action and pulled out, too,
so that he could get his softening cock mouthed. The twin I was sitting on
nuzzled me, kissing and licking my body as his brother sucked cum from me
and cleaned his brother's cock. Having a cum vacuum was a good thing,
because between Pyotr and the twins, I would have been leaking jizz from my
ass for the rest of the night.

I had forgotten about Pyotr, but he apparently watched the show. He said
something to the Russians and they laughed. "Dude, we better get back to
the nightclub before your brothers think I've kidnapped you," Pyotr said to
me.

The twins wanted to kiss more as we got dressed, so it took a while, but
once we were mostly clothed we headed back to the bar. On the way, Pyotr
put his arm around my shoulders and said, "Jen, that was, hands down, the
hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. I regret that I didn't let Aleksei
and Evgeny go first, because by the time they were done double-fucking you,
I wanted to throw you on the floor and fuck your brains out again."

"Do we still have time?" I smiled to Pyotr.

He laughed. "Good slut," he said, ruffling my hair. "Aleksei and Evgeny
told me that you are the first American ass they have had the pleasure of
using, and you also happen to be the hottest piece of ass they've ever had,
at any time in any country. They're wondering if you want to learn some
Russian. Before you say yes, let me warn you that the two dudes are the
horniest motherfuckers I've ever met. You'd have to put them on rations or
they'll be fucking your ass morning, noon and night, seven days a week."

I could think of worse fates. Odd that I had been the inaugural American
ass for three guys in three days – Katsumi on Lake Havasu and now
Aleksei and Evgeny backstage. International relations weren't a bad idea.

We showed our hand stamps to the bouncer and returned to the nightclub. I
pulled Pyotr close to me and said, "Tell Aleksei and Evgeny that tonight
was a nice hors d'oeuvre, but the next time they don't have to go easy on
me, and I expect more than merely a solo load from each of them. I want
them to show me some real sex, Russian style, and they can dump as much
Russian cream into my ass as they want." Pyotr laughed and relayed the
message. The twins gave me a quick look of disbelief then broke into big,
broad smiles and took turns French kissing me and grabbing my battered ass.

Jan and Jon were at the bar waiting for me when Pyotr and I
returned. "Dude, where you been?" Jan asked. "You like, disappeared and we
were wondering where you were."

"He was in good hands," Pyotr protested.

"Yeah, being with you is like asking a fox to watch the chicken coop," Jon
smirked.

"I admit being a connoisseur of fine twink ass, if that's what you mean,"
Pyotr replied.

"By the way, who are the two hunks I saw you with?" Jan asked. "Were you
kissing them?"

"Aleksei and Evgeny," Pyotr announced. "Fucking awesome bodies, don't you
think? They're in one of the Cirque du Soleil shows. Too bad they don't
speak English, but I gotta feeling they'll learn pretty quickly."

"Those boys are smoking," Jon replied.

"They seemed quite fond of junior," Jan said suspiciously, glancing at me.

"Hell, who isn't?" Pyotr laughed.

Why I don't know, but I wasn't certain I wanted Jan and Jon to find out
that I had been fucked by Pyotr and the Russian twins. It would be like
Pyotr to spill the beans, so I changed the subject. "How'd it go with the
tall blond guy?" I asked Jan.

He smiled and said, "Small world that it is! He goes to college back east
and he's here on spring break. Unfortunately he leaves town tomorrow. But,
his college is within easy driving distance of our boarding school. So I
predict I will engineer a rear entry of that boy within a couple of weeks,
a month max. I just have to make sure I get my dick in his ass before he
discovers he's giving it up to a high school kid. But that shouldn't be an
issue given how hot to trot he was tonight."

"How about the Latin boy?" I asked Jon.

Jon shook his head. "Great snogging with that boy, but way too much work
required for a payday. No way I'm busting a dude's cherry." He glared at
Jan, who returned an innocent smile.

The four of us danced a little more, but it was soon time to head back to
the penthouse. The Harry Potter movie would have ended well over an hour
ago, and there was a limit to how long we could claim it took to get milk
shakes afterward. I had milked enough balls that a milk shake would have
been redundant.

TO BE CONTINUED...


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