Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2016 10:32:08 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 19

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER NINETEEN – ALEX PETTYFER IN MY DREAMS

After Rafe blitzed my ass in a virtual rave, it felt like it should be the
middle of the night, but it was only late afternoon and the desert sun was
still beating down on Vegas. Jan and Jon would be tied up at the Convention
Center until late, and I hadn't actually walked the Strip, so I opted to
hoof it from the Mirage to the penthouse. It was kinda wild, seeing dazed
people crammed on the sidewalks, but by the time I reached the relative
calm and peace of the building that housed my uncle and aunt's penthouse, I
decided that one experience walking the Strip was all I really needed.

Out of curiosity, I googled Rafe and was stunned to find out I had been
fucked by royalty. Actually, Lind was royalty, while Rafe was royalty only
in the entertainment world. But he was listed as one of the top 10 DJs in
the world, and one article talked about how he made $28 million last
year. It felt weird knowing that he had spent the afternoon showing me the
DJ booth and fucking my ass. It was very cool that he had given me his cell
number and invited me back anytime I wanted. And the diversion had deadened
my disappointment over the collapse of my non-existent modeling career.

I finished staring at hot pictures of Rafe and reading about him, and was
playing video games when I heard voices upstairs and assumed that Jan and
Jon had gotten home early. If I knew my twin brothers, they would make for
the kitchen, so I headed upstairs to meet them. On the landing, halfway up
the stairway, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Above me, in the penthouse's elevator lobby, two long, sun-bronzed legs
stretched up, disappearing into a pair of red lifeguard swim
trunks. Giovanni, the lifeguard with curly black hair and an awesome body
who had fucked me in the pool locker room earlier in the week, stood with
his back to me. A T-shirt dangled from the back of his shorts and had
pulled his shorts down enough to expose an intriguing ass crack below a
sharp tan line. The muscles in Giovanni's bare back stood out as he draped
his arms over the shoulders of another man.

The second man, dressed only in boxers, was nuzzling Gio's neck and had
slipped his hands inside the lifeguard's swim trunks and was kneading Gio's
ass cheeks. Seeing the second man, my first reaction was that Alex
Pettyfer's big hands were gripping Gio's butt. Except it wasn't Alex
Pettyfer making out with Gio in the elevator lobby of the penthouse. It was
my uncle.

I felt like the air in the stairwell had been pumped out, but that didn't
really matter because I was holding my breath, unable to breathe. Alarm
bells were ringing in my head, telling me to turn around and get the hell
out of there as soon as possible.

But it was too late. My uncle spotted me, and he smiled and said calmly,
"Jen, come on up. I'm glad you're here." Gio turned around to face me, his
white teeth standing out in his smiling, sun-tanned face.

If my uncle and Gio were embarrassed to be caught making out, they sure
didn't show it. Stunned, I fought the urge to run in the other direction
and instead mechanically climbed the stairs, expecting all hell to break
lose. But the two men in front of me were calm and collected, still
clinging to one another.

"Jen, do you know Gio?" my uncle asked. "He's a lifeguard at the pool."

Gio was smiling. "Yeah, we know each other," he said, pulling his right arm
from my uncle's shoulder and stretching it out to shake my hand. I swear
his smile turned into a knowing leer. I was waiting for Gio to add, `We
know each other in the Biblical sense. Your nephew has a nice ass.'

I shook Gio's hand numbly.

My uncle, still clutching Gio's buns with one hand, kissed Gio on the lips
and said, "I'll have to let you know about this week. Wednesday might
work. You bringing Cam next time?"

"Fuck yeah," Gio said. "The dude swears he can't get enough of your cock."

My uncle chuckled, saying, "Cam can't get enough dick, period. That boy's a
major cock hound."

"Hey, that's my husband you're talking about!" Gio replied in mock hurt.

My uncle laughed, swatting Gio on the ass, and said, "Yeah, like you don't
know better than me about your husband's sexual appetites."

"Guilty as charged," Gio replied. "He's not happy without hard meat and
sweet ball cream."  Giovanni paused before adding, "If I really want to get
Cam charged up, I give him a graphic description about you fucking my
ass. Two minutes is all it takes and the boy is so horny he can't see
straight. He's like putty in my hands. In fact, I think tonight that's
exactly what I'm going to do as soon as I get home. I'll describe exactly
what you did to me this afternoon and Cam will go into heat and be
desperate for my cock. See what you do to me? Leave me hungering for more."

My uncle laughed as the elevator arrived. Gio gave my uncle a quick kiss
and said, "Let me know about Wednesday. You know where I am." He took two
steps into the elevator, turned around and smiled at me as the door closed.

"Nice kid," my uncle said, turning to look at me. "I'm glad you got to meet
him. Have you met the guy he calls his husband, Cameron? The lifeguard with
all the tattoos? They are quite the couple."

"Um, yeah, I met Cameron, too, sir," I replied.

My uncle smiled at me. Draping an arm across my shoulder, he said, "We
haven't really had much time to talk since you've been here. My fault; I
apologize. Let's sit down and get to know each other a bit." He guided me
toward his study.

The study showed evidence of exactly what Gio and my uncle had been
doing. My uncle's shirt and pants were tossed on the back of his couch and
a large tube of lube sat on the coffee table. The unmistakable smell of
spunk was still in the air. Just thinking about my uncle plowing Gio's ass
made my cock stir.

My cock was stirring, but mind was whirling. Seeing my uncle in his boxers,
with his masculine chest exposed, was like shaking a red cape in front of
an angry bull. I wanted him. I wanted him to ram his cock into my ass and
fuck my brains out. The thought that he had been doing exactly that to Gio
only minutes ago, in the very room we had entered, made me feverish with
desire. I was going to put my newly discovered power bottom status to the
test.

My uncle started to reach for his shirt and pants, but I grabbed his hand
and said, "If you don't mind, I like you the way you are." Before he could
respond, I whipped off the T-shirt and gym shorts that I had put on after
getting back from the Convention Center. "Now we're even. This is much more
comfortable."

It was my uncle's turn to be surprised, but he barely let on. He raised a
single eyebrow, I suppose his way of expressing surprise, and said with a
slight smile, "Sure, Jen, that's fine with me."

My uncle asked if I wanted something to drink. My first thought was that
drinking a load of his dick cream would be nice. My second thought was to
recall the Jack Daniels I had guzzled during my only previous visit to my
uncle's study. And how dizzy it made me. I went with my third thought,
saying, "Only some water, thanks." I wanted my wits about me.

My uncle brought me a glass of ice water from the bar, giving me the
opportunity to ogle his mature and sexy body. And, unless I was totally
mistaken, the flaccid cock resting inside his underwear looked damn
enticing. And damn big.

Not wanting to run the risk that my uncle would suggest sitting somewhere
other than the couch, I intentionally plopped myself in the middle of the
couch, so that wherever my uncle sat, I would be next to him. I was already
plotting how to make my move. Casually brush my leg against his? Let my
hand drop into his lap? Take his hand and put it on my leg or my junk?
Slide over, look into his eyes and kiss him? My heart was beating like a
drum. I was incredibly excited.

My uncle started the conversation mundanely enough. "Gio has been working
at the pool for about a year. Cam got hired not long after Gio started. I
think the two of them hooked up the day they met and they've been together
ever since. Gio kids that Cam is his husband, but they aren't legally
married. Because they work together, they're together 24 hours a day. I
don't know if I would like that, but it seems to work for them.

"As you probably detected, their relationship is totally open. Their
arrangement is that either of them can fuck another guy whenever and
wherever he wants. There are two caveats. If Gio fucks another guy, he has
to make sure Cam gets a shot at the other guy, too, if Cam wants. And vice
versa. That's how I ended up fucking both Cam and Gio.

"Their second caveat is no secrets. So basically, it's fuck and tell. As
you heard Gio say, it turns them on when the other one tricks. Cam told me
that watching Giovanni take another cock in his ass is the hottest thing
he's ever seen. And Gio regularly schemes to get Cam in gang bangs so he
can watch.

"They've been through virtually every pool boy downstairs. Gio and Cam
compete to see who can bed a new boy first. I daresay that none of the pool
boys have made it through their first week on the job without giving it up
to either Gio or Cam. Certainly not the gay ones, and probably half of the
straight ones, too. Most of the pool boys have had Cam and Gio at the same
time; the lifeguards are quite fond of threesomes."

I had firsthand experience with Cam and Gio's fondness for threesomes. The
idea that I wasn't the only boy they had done together made my afternoon
delight with them seem a little less special. But Cam and Gio had raved
about my ass and said I was a hot fuck, so I had every reason to believe I
had stacked up well against the corps of pool boys.

"The first time I met Gio," my uncle continued, "he took about two seconds
to let me know he was interested and was available whenever and for
whatever. I have to give the guy credit; he knew what he wanted and didn't
waste any time. We've been hooking up once or twice a week since his first
day at the pool, at least when I'm in Vegas. Because he works in the
building, it's convenient since my schedule varies so much. And sex with
Gio is damn good. The threesomes with him and Cam are hot, too. I can't
complain about having two hot lifeguards on call for sex."

I had that much in common with my uncle. I wasn't complaining about my
sexual experience with the two lifeguards either.

"Gio and Cam are totally into sex. Being a lifeguard isn't the most
stimulating job on the planet, and Cam says that he stays alert at the pool
by fantasizing about sex. After eight hours of thinking about sex, Cam and
Gio are hot to trot. Catching the two of them after the get off duty can't
be beat."

While my uncle talked, I plotted my move. Gio hadn't wasted any time going
after my uncle, and I wasn't going to either. Who knew when my aunt might
appear or when Jan and Jon would get home or when my uncle would have some
other interruption? Plus, I was out of time; I would be on a plane bound
for southern Illinois tomorrow morning. I had only this opportunity. Like
Gio, I knew what I wanted and I was going after it.

I pivoted on the couch, rotating one leg over my uncle's legs and planting
myself in his lap. His eyes widened, that single eyebrow raised, and his
mouth opened. In that moment he looked exactly like Alex
Pettyfer. Completely. Damn. I couldn't blame Gio, or Cam for that matter,
for going after my uncle. I couldn't resist the man, either.

I suppose the whole incest thing was in the back of my mind, but I had
crossed that bridge. For a week I had been sleeping with my half-brothers
and slutting around Las Vegas like a sex crazed lunatic. Sex with my uncle
seemed a tiny stretch.

Okay, maybe incest is never a tiny stretch. I suppose some dudes like
incest because the whole idea of violating a taboo turns them on, but that
wasn't the appeal for me. Or was it? Was it part of a rebellion against my
religious upbringing?

Maybe a little, but I was more inclined to believe the taboo didn't make
sense in the first place and it was none of society's business what two men
did together in private. I get that incest can be nonconsensual, and that
is wrong, but then the issue is the nonconsensual aspect and not how
closely related the two people are. My uncle and I weren't faced with the
problems of inbreeding and producing babies with genetic abnormalities.

Fuck, screw philosophy. My uncle was hot and I wanted him in the worst way.

Before my uncle could object, I bent forward and pressed my mouth against
his. He slowly opened his lips and I went to work, luring his tongue into
my mouth. My uncle moaned softly.

Damn. The man was hot. His hair, which had always seemed so perfect, was
mussed a bit, likely from his afternoon delight with Giovanni, but the
change gave my uncle a sexy look. I wiggled my ass against my uncle's
crotch and ran my hands across his chest. I didn't remember seeing my uncle
in the penthouse gym during the week, but he obviously spent time there.

I almost got lost kissing my uncle, and if it were not for the urgency that
my cock was demanding, I might have gotten distracted by sucking face with
him. But prodded into action, I contemplated how to lose my boxer's and my
uncle's.

There wasn't an elegant way to do it other than hop off my uncle's lap and
drop my boxers. I did it in one quick move, making my stiff shaft slap
against my stomach. I yanked my uncle's boxers down and exposed an
impressive, fat cock.

I mean, real impressive. It didn't match Dolph's beer can, and certainly
not the massive monster Dillinger had impaled me on, but my uncle was hung,
no other way to say it. I was mesmerized. I quickly changed course. I had
planned to crawl back into my uncle's lap and ride his cock, but I had to
get my mouth on that hunk of meat first.

Crawling between my uncle's legs, I began licking his balls. They weren't
super hairy like Rafe's, but unlike the smooth sacs I had been mouthing
most of the week, no doubt existed that my uncle's balls were a man's and
not a boy's. He had a distinctive musky smell that made me want to burrow
farther into him.

My uncle's thick man cock had the taste of having been in a used asshole. I
had grown accustomed to the flavor after cleaning off cock after cock that
had been inside me, but this was the first time I was sucking on a cock
that had been inside another guy. I dug my tongue into my uncle's piss slit
and was rewarded by a tiny taste of my uncle's jizz. My uncle moaned, his
hands lightly on my shoulders.

My uncle's cock took a while to harden. He had probably been fucking Gio's
brains out barely 30 minutes ago, so it was understandable. But l liked the
task of working his cock, enjoying the feel as it slowly stiffened.

I had managed to work my uncle's cock to a full, raging hard on when he
grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me into his lap. He took me into his
arms and planted a deep kiss on my lips, his tongue immediately claiming
possession of my mouth. I may have been on a power bottom kick all day
long, but I had no doubt who was in charge now.

My uncle broke the kiss and panted to me, "Are you sure about this, Jen? Do
you understand what you are doing? I'm your uncle."

"I'm completely sure. I have no second thoughts."

"Okay, Jen, if you want to do this, we're going to do it right. Understand?
Is that what you want? This will be totally on my terms."

"Oh, God yes!" I said. My uncle could not have said anything that would
have made me more excited.

"Right. I'm going to fuck your ass and you're going to take whatever I dish
out. No turning back, no second guessing, no do-overs. You're going to get
fucked like a man and you're going to take it like a man. This isn't about
you enjoying what's happening to your ass or your cock. This is about you
making love to me, using your body to pleasure me and getting off because
I'm getting off, but for no other reason. You have to be totally focused on
me. That's all that can matter to you."

"Yes, sir!" I replied. I was about to cream myself in anticipation.

My uncle picked me up and put me on my back on the couch. He lubed his
cock; I didn't bother to tell him it was probably unnecessary given that my
ass had only seldom been cock-free during the day. But lube doesn't last
forever, so a fresh coat would probably help me take the thick bull cock
hovering above me.

Lubed and ready, my uncle bent down, smothering me and kissing me deeply. I
felt his shaft at the entrance to my hole and then my uncle powered inside
me.

I got an instant reminder that Rafe's studded cock had raked my hole
earlier. My boi pussy was raw and my uncle's thick cock boring inside me
gave me an odd mixture of pain and pleasure.

I moaned and gasped as my uncle's manhood filled my boi pussy. I kissed my
uncle back hungrily, feeling I was completely in his control. It was an
amazing feeling. I was a boy getting fucked by a man, getting fucked right,
and I knew it. Whatever pain I felt receded into the background.

My uncle settled into a patient, consistent fucking motion, drilling into
my boi pussy relentlessly and thoroughly. He still looked like Alex
Pettyfer to me, a beautiful man in full heat using my hole to get off. I
wondered about Giovanni, his bare ass filled with my uncle's cock on this
very couch less than an hour ago. Gio had seemed like such a stud when he
used my hole in the lifeguards' locker room. But he had thrown himself at
my uncle, becoming my uncle's sex toy. I knew exactly why. I had an
overwhelming desire to do exactly what my uncle wanted, to make him cum
inside me, to get him off. It didn't matter if I got off or not. It was all
about the man drilling me with his big cock.

At the beginning, I didn't know that I was in for a marathon fuck
session. But that was what my uncle administered to me, and I ate it
up. After starting on my back on the couch, my uncle flipped me around
several times, plowing my ass doggy style, making me ride him as my boner
flapped back and forth between my uncle's taunt abs and my stomach, driving
his meat into my boi pussy while we stood, fucking me while I was face down
on the couch, and finally returning to the way we started, with my knees
pulled up to my head and my abused hole positioned so that my uncle could
power into me, drilling me like a jackhammer.

I forgot about my own cock. It may have been hard the entire time or soft;
I really can't remember. Probably hard as a rock. My entire focus was on my
uncle's manhood and how I could make him feel good. I did more with my hole
than I had all week, working it and trying my best to milk my uncle's big
balls. I wanted nothing more than to have my uncle claim my ass and seed my
hole.

My uncle was the silent type during sex. At least with me. I wasn't the
silent type, instead yelping and moaning nonstop. I begged him to fuck me
harder and harder, to drill me, pound me, plow me, and fuck me like I had
never been fucked before.

I got my wish of getting seeded by my uncle. He had been gradually
quickening his pace and finally hit a rapid-fire pummeling of my ass. His
face was flushed and he was breathing hard. He bent down to kiss me and all
at once he rammed his cock into me so hard I thought he was going to poke
it through my guts. I felt his jizz flowing into me as wave after wave shot
from his balls. And then he was still, panting and staring at me.

I don't think I came while he fucked me, but to tell the truth, having sex
with my uncle was so hot that whether I climaxed or not was secondary. I
was higher than a kite, having been bred by my uncle.

Afterward, I snuggled against my uncle's body and he began telling me
stories about my birth mother and about his younger years. "Your mother was
the first person I came out to, when I was 15. I was terrified but she made
it as easy as it could have been. She immediately set me up with the
hottest boy in high school; she knew he was gay, but I didn't. She was
wonderful; always supportive and upbeat. She turned what could have been an
extremely painful time for me into something fun.

"We were very much partners in crime. My brother had been the perfect
child, never causing any trouble, but my sister and I made up for it and
drove mom and dad crazy. Your mother laughed that between the two of us, we
could attract any man in the world. Of course, she attracted 90% or 95% of
them – the straight ones – but I couldn't complain. She was
constantly ferreting out gay or bi men and setting me up. And in modeling,
there were more than a few gay boys.

"I was only 17 when she and I left for Europe to pursue modeling
careers. She was an immediate hit; I did okay, but male modeling is the
poor stepchild of female modeling. After a couple of wild years in Europe,
I came back to the states and got a business degree so I could get into
what I really loved, which was investing. Admittedly, an odd career change.

"I was good at it, but I needed more capital to take advantage of the best
opportunities. That's where my wife came into the picture. Our families had
known each other forever, and her dad had banks full of old Virginia
money. He was exactly what I needed – a lead investor with deep pockets.

"For my wife's part, she has always been obsessed with sex. She was the
epitome of the high school cheerleader slut, and she only got worse as she
got older. Her father was convinced it was only a matter of time before she
would cause a massive scandal and tarnish the family name. The sooner he
married her off, the sooner she would no longer carry his last name and she
would be someone else's problem.

"She, of course, had no intention of getting married and losing her sexual
freedom. And few guys would ask a woman to marry them when they understood
she would be cheating on them from day one. A quick divorce wouldn't look
good, either.

"She knew I was gay and loved describing her sexual shenanigans to me; I
wasn't judgmental like her other friends and I had a few wild stories of my
own. We laughed about what a pair we were and I think the idea of getting
married occurred to us at the same time. We hatched the ultimate marriage
of convenience.

"She got as much sexual freedom as she wanted – even more than she
enjoyed previously, because I didn't ask questions. She's enough of a
voyageur to enjoy seeing other men in my bed, and if they might be even a
tiny bit bisexual, that's an added attraction for her. I have as much
sexual freedom as I could ever want, too, and I got my lead
investor. Ironically, seeding my first fund turned out to be the best
investment her dad could ever have made. I took him from merely wealthy to
fabulously rich.

"The twins were a bit of a fly in the ointment. Neither my wife nor I had
any intention of having children. We knew weren't ideal parents. But when
my sister died, my mother was adamant that her three boys were not going to
be raised outside the family. Despite it all, I'm proud of the
twins. Likely more the result of their nannies and boarding school teachers
than my wife and me, but the kids could have turned out worse."

My uncle paused and I asked a question that I had always wondered
about. "How come you took Jan and Jon and I ended up with my parents?"

My uncle smiled and said, "Your grandmother, as you probably know, is
rather controlling. She didn't think either of her sons would make good
fathers. She was right. But she knew my wife's money and the success of my
investing career meant we could afford nannies and boarding schools. She
figured that was far better than what my brother would do. So she opted to
place the twins with us for that reason. It was rather calculating, but the
decision was nothing more than a numbers game for her."

My uncle paused before continuing. "You remind me more of my sister than
either Jan or Jon. What you did this afternoon – which I can only
describe as a full bore seduction – is exactly what your mother would
have done if she wanted a man. She was savvy enough to know when a man
wanted to be in control, and she was a master of making men think they were
in control even though that might not actually have been the situation. She
knew what she wanted and she went after it. You resemble her in so many
respects."

I had a warm, fuzzy glow, nestled in my uncle's strong arms. It occurred to
me that I now had a safety net if my parents found out that I was gay and
kicked me out.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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