Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2016 18:10:20 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 10

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER TEN – LIFEGUARDS OFF DUTY

My twin half-brothers and I got back to Vegas from Havasu well after
noon. Lunch had been already served in my uncle and aunt's sprawling
penthouse overlooking the Vegas Strip, although apparently the only person
dining was my aunt. But when Jan, Jon and I arrived, the staff cheerfully
fed us. I got the impression the staff liked having us around.

As we sat down to eat, Ren poked his head into the dining room to say
goodbye. He was flying back to San Jose to pick up my uncle. I wondered if
Ren spent the night in the eightsome Jon described yesterday morning. It
seemed hard to believe that the penthouse might have been the scene of a
wild orgy less than 12 hours ago while my brothers and I were on the lake.

Ren looked tired and my aunt looked radiant. That didn't translate to
anything for me, but Jan and Jon took it as confirmation that the wild
night had gone down as planned. Jan later got Ren to confess that the
cougar-flyboy hook up happened as scheduled, albeit not entirely as
planned. Some last minute adjustments had been necessary.

One of my aunt's girlfriends backed out at the last minute, leaving only
three women, but that caused the remaining cougars to rethink the
possibilities. Rather than uninviting one of the flyboys, they decided one
flyboy per cougar was woefully inadequate. Ren was tasked with bringing two
more baby pilots, but he apparently had an unlimited supply of horny young
fliers eager to test drive a cougar. Two additional studs meant the
eightsome dropped not to a sevensome but jumped to a ninesome. Or maybe
three threesomes. And yes, helicopter boy was there in all his big cocked,
ripped-body glory.

Jan and Jon couldn't extract more details from Ren, leaving them to
speculate about what might have happened. Which they did, endlessly. Did
the flyboys tag team each cougar, waiting patiently for their turn and
recharging their balls while another flyboy did the honors? Baring
over-consumption of booze, a horny twenty-something dude could easily dump
three loads, one per cougar, so maybe the three cougars would spend their
next few days at the spa rating the fucking skills of each of the six
boys. Or, given my aunt's penchant for threesomes, was the scene a trio of
devil's three ways, two men and one woman?

Jan and Jon considered the possibilities intriguing, guffawing about the
poor guys that went last – jamming their cocks into a cougar pussy
dripping with five loads of pent-up pilot jizz. I felt uncomfortable
thinking about it, let alone talking about it, but Jan and Jon's graphic
speculations made their visuals hard to ignore. Helicopter boy's hard
muscles and big cock figured prominently in each of the elaborate scenarios
my brothers spun.

The twins wolfed down lunch and headed for the Convention Center to meet
their agent for a series of modeling shoots. For the second day in a row, I
was alone for the afternoon, and I wondered what to do. I thought about
joining the throngs of people wandering up and down Las Vegas Boulevard and
looking at some of the big casinos. Working out in the penthouse gym was a
possibility, although the thought of doing it alone, without my brothers,
wasn't appealing. I had plenty of things to read, but that wasn't an option
considering the excitement that Vegas offered.

My aunt preempted any alternatives. After she kissed Jan and Jon goodbye
and they disappeared into the penthouse elevator, she smiled and pointed to
me and said, "You. We're headed to the pool."

I was happy to have something to do but sort of intimidated by my aunt, who
hadn't exactly made the pool visit optional. We took the penthouse elevator
to the main floor of the high rise and wound our way to a massive,
spectacular swimming pool. Actually, pools. Three turquoise pools were
arrayed in a semicircle. The area was swarming with people, and I didn't
see an empty chair anywhere.

Apparently my aunt never worried about mundane things like finding an empty
chair. The pool attendants met us with bright smiles and whisked us to a
row of cabanas set slightly above the pool area. The cabanas were a world
apart from the packed chaise lounges by the pool. Half of the cabanas were
unused and the area was spacious and uncrowded. My aunt had a private
cabana, permanently reserved for her use, and the pool attendants quickly
opened it up and stocked it with towels, ice and drinks.

My aunt seemed to know the pool attendants quite well. She introduced one
dark haired guy as Vinny, explaining to him that I was her nephew, visiting
for the week, and asking him to take good care of me. Vinny was Italian or
Latin, and his smooth arms and legs were deeply tanned and stood out
against his white shorts and polo shirt. He gave me a dazzling smile, his
white teeth lighting up his face, and asked if I wanted anything to eat,
whether I needed sunscreen, or if I wanted music on the cabana speakers.

"Lovely boys," my aunt confided as the attendants retreated. "We used to
have problems with indifferent service from the pool attendants, but
several years ago we hired a new manager and he promptly brought in several
gay boys as attendants. Problem solved. Plain and simple, if you want a top
service staff, you need a critical mass of gay boys. The manager lets the
boys have monthly staff-only pool parties that get wild, but they're great
for staff morale and make it easy to recruit good staff.

"Times being what they are, most of the boys swing both ways. Like
Vinny. You see him with a boy and you think he's totally gay, but then when
you see him with a girl, it's the opposite. He's a lover," she sighed. I
was struck by the matter-of-fact way my aunt talked about guys being
gay. My mother could only talk about gays in hushed, derisive terms. And as
for my father, it would have been loud, derisive terms.

Having listened to an hour of my brothers speculating about my aunt having
sex with the flyboys, I couldn't help but wonder if my aunt had firsthand
experience with Vinny's charms. Fuck, the dude was hot, and the thought
that he was gay or bisexual sent a wakeup call to my dick.

I was dazzled by the spectacle of the pool scene, and in my befuddled
state, I hadn't pieced together that I had no swimsuit. Once again I
wondered what had become of my luggage. By now I felt comfortable enough
borrowing my brothers' clothes that I planned to find my way back to the
penthouse and look for a swimsuit among their stuff. Hopefully they would
have something more appropriate than the thong I had worn at Lake Havasu
yesterday and this morning.

When I told my aunt I needed to fetch a swimsuit in the penthouse, she
brushed aside the idea. Instead, she hauled me over to a lifeguard and
said, "Cameron, darling, be a dear and see if you can find a lifeguard
swimsuit that will fit my nephew. This is Jen. He's visiting us for spring
break." Cameron shook my hand and my aunt said, "I'll leave you two boys to
work it out." With that, she disappeared into the throng of sun worshipers,
headed back toward the cabana.

Cameron might have been a boy to my aunt, but to my eyes, his body marked
him as all luscious, masculine man. He was maybe 22 or 23, with sandy hair,
a long, narrow face and a long torso to match. Two amazing, muscular biceps
fought to free themselves from Cameron's white polo shirt. Each arm was
covered with elaborate tattoos of flowers and faces and God knows what
else. I pondered how far the tattoos extended. Shoulders? Chest? I stared
wide eyed while Cameron gave me a bemused look.

Cameron told another lifeguard that he needed to take a short break, and
then nodded for me to follow him. As we wound our way through a sea of
chaise lounges, Cameron asked, "First time in Vegas? How do you like it?"

"It's cool," I replied.

"What do like best?" the lifeguard asked.

Right now, it would be staring at your tattoos, I thought. And scoping out
your muscular, chiseled body. Although nothing quite compared to getting my
cherry popped and being my brothers' bottom boy. Rejecting each of those
answers as inappropriate, I mumbled, "Um, everything."

Cameron smiled and said, "Hope you're having fun. Hard not to in Vegas."

I couldn't agree more. We ended the journey at a small private locker room
used by the lifeguards. Once inside, Cameron asked, "What's your waist
size?"

"Um, 28," I replied. That was the correct number was 28, but it made me
sound like a kid so, I quickly added, "Or 30."

"Hmmm," Cameron replied with a slight grimace. He dug through a cabinet
filled with red lifeguard swimsuits. "I don't think we have anything that
small, but maybe there is a 32 in here someplace," he said. He eventually
tossed me a red swimsuit. Folding his arms across his chest, he watched me
with a faint smile and waited for me to try on the swimsuit.

Here I was again, in my worst nightmare, stripping in a locker room. Once
in Vegas, locker rooms had turned out amazingly well, with Jan having
popped my cherry in the penthouse locker room. And after that, I had spent
much of the last five days naked or close to it. Why was I so uptight now?
If prancing around Havasu yesterday in a thong didn't quash my inhibitions,
what would?

Nothing, apparently, because at that moment I wanted to seep into the
floor. I slowly undressed. Maybe Cameron's masculine presence intimidated
me. I finally pulled off my clothes and slipped into the swimsuit. I
wouldn't be doing laps in it, because it was big enough that it likely
would slide over my hips with even a minimal amount of pull from the
water. But if I didn't take chances, it would probably work.

"You can put your clothes in this empty locker," Cameron said, stepping
close to me and opening a locker. I stared at the lifeguard's tatted
muscles as he pulled the locker open, finding it hard to breathe. I hung my
shirt and shorts and decided barefoot made more sense than the sneakers I
was wearing, so I put them in, too. Cameron shut the locker and said,
"Track me down when you leave, and I'll let you into the locker room and
open the locker for you." I followed him back into the bright sunshine,
fixated on his amazing tattoos.

My aunt was inside the cabana talking on her cell, and not wanting to
disturb her, I dunked myself in sunscreen and took one of the chaise
lounges in front of the cabana. The crowd around the pool wasn't much to
look at, but I spotted a few hot guys here and there. Most,
disappointingly, had girlfriends or wives. I stared at the pool attendants,
drawn by their hot bodies and my aunt's disclosure about many being
gay. However, I kept coming back to ogle Cameron, along with two other hot
male lifeguards.

I made a couple of soirees to the pool and mostly lounged and enjoyed the
scene. I getting wet and letting the hot desert sun dry my skin, then
repeating the process. Dips in the pool also allowed me to get close views
of Cameron and the other lifeguards.

My midafternoon, my night on Havasu with Quentin caught up with me and I
faded into a couple of naps. All in all, it was a perfect way to spend the
afternoon. If Jan and Jon had been around, it would have been better, but I
wouldn't have gotten as much sleep.

It was close to 4:30 p.m. when my aunt announced she needed to get back to
the penthouse for a meeting. I readied myself to leave, too, spotting
Cameron so I could get my clothes out of the locker room, but my aunt
insisted that I stick around and enjoy the pool some more. It didn't take
much to figure out that she likely didn't want me in the penthouse during
her meeting, and with nothing to do there other than maybe work out, I
agreed. Another hour of fantasizing about Vinny and Cameron and the corps
of supposedly-gay pool attendants was fine with me.

I had watched Cameron on and off all afternoon. After my aunt left, I
spotted him with another lifeguard, and I could have sworn they were both
looking right at me as they talked. I assumed that Cameron and the other
lifeguard must have been looking at something or someone other than me. But
there were not too many other people in the cabanas that could have been
their targets, other a bunch of college women, maybe a sorority, who
apparently had rented one of the cabanas. The women attracted college boys
like flies when they were in the pool, but the pool attendants wouldn't let
the boys into the cabana area.

I figured my aunt's meeting would be done by 5:30 or 6:00, and, in any
event, I expected that Jan and Jon's modeling gig would end by then and
they would be home shortly after. I was thinking about asking Cameron to
let me into the locker room to get my clothes when he and the other
lifeguard headed toward me.

"We're off at 5:30, Jen," Cameron said, "you ready to collect your
clothes?"

"Sure," I replied. I followed the two lifeguards into the locker room. The
second lifeguard had curly black hair and dark eyes with a smoking hot
body. His arms were plenty muscular, although he lacked Cameron's big guns
and intriguing tattoos. Still, on a scale of one to ten, he was pushing
right up to ten, and as we made our way to the locker room, I was having
trouble deciding which stud to stare at. Maybe if the pool manager was into
hiring gay pool attendants, he was into hiring gay lifeguards, too, but
that was likely wishful thinking.

As we entered the locker room, the two lifeguards stripped and headed into
the small shower, and I was back to my fear of locker rooms. Cameron hadn't
opened my locker, so I couldn't slip into my clothes while the two studs
soaped up, and I thought they would think it was weird if I didn't shower
before getting dressed. So I reluctantly pulled off my borrowed swimsuit
and joined the two lifeguards. It would have been perfect if I could have
watched the two dudes soap up without having to be in the shower myself.

The shower had only three heads and Cameron and the other lifeguard had
taken the two on either side, so I had to slip past the two hunks to get to
the third shower, on the wall opposite the entrance. My natural bias in a
locker room was to stare at the wall while I showered, to avoid any eye
contact with the other guys, but the short glimpse of Cameron's chest when
he stripped off his polo shirt left me desperate for a full picture of his
naked body, including the answer to the question I had pondered all
afternoon – did his tattoos extend to his chest? And if the microsecond
glimpse I had of the other guy was any indication of reality, he was ripped
and the chance to scope out both lifeguards' naked bodies was an
opportunity I was incapable of resisting. I had to hope I could keep my
damn pecker under control, but given how much sex I had had during the last
five days, surely that was feasible.

The answer to the tattoo riddle was that Cameron's tattoos did not extend
to his right shoulder, but covered his left shoulder and included some
script across his left pec. With the warm water cascading across his chest
and arms, I had a hard time ripping my eyes away. The other lifeguard
didn't have tattoos, but what he had was a broad, smooth chest and a
washboard of ripped abs. A tiny black treasure trail spilled from the guy's
bellybutton into his dark pubes. While I wouldn't have thought it possible,
the dude's abs were more defined than Cameron's.

I soaped up and rinsed off without popping a boner, which was a good
sign. Maybe Vegas would cure me of my fear of locker rooms. I mean, if I
could shower in close quarters with two stud lifeguards and not embarrass
myself, I could do it when I was surrounded by skinny kids back in high
school.

I was rinsing the soap away and had my eyes closed when the lifeguards
turned off their showers. I opened my eyes and shut my shower off, only to
be confronted by the two studs staring at me, their hunky bodies dripping
wet.

Cameron leaned toward me, putting one of his tatted arms against the wall
of the shower, uncomfortably close. I felt trapped and suddenly feared that
the lifeguards had caught me scoping them out and they were about to show
their displeasure.

The tatted lifeguard had a faint smile as he said, "So, Jen, Giovanni was
partying at Havasu yesterday, and he says you were attached at the hip all
afternoon to a sexy Brazilian hunk. Marcio? Was that his name? Gio says
Marcio was the hottest stud on the lake. Not only that, but rumor says you
got split roasted by Marcio and a black dude who is God's gift to gay
sex. Any truth to that one?"

"Um, I, uh," I stuttered, "um, yeah ... I was ... at the lake." I blushed a
thousand shades of red. I went from being scared about being exposed as a
gay boy to being embarrassed that I had been outed as a gay slut.

Giovanni smiled and said, "Cam and I were thinking maybe you'd demonstrate
how you took that big black cock up your asshole." He squeezed his cock,
wrapping his fist around the base. His dick began to harden.

I hesitated but my cock did not. With no second thoughts, it was rising
like a soldier getting an early morning wake up call. Why the hell was I
hesitating? Fuck, I had been salivating over Cameron all afternoon, and I
would have been giving Giovanni the same treatment if I had noticed the
curly-haired stud earlier. And being in the middle of a hot lifeguard
sandwich was too fabulous to pass up.

Cameron didn't wait for my answer. He bent forward to press his lips to
mine and thrusted his tongue into my mouth. Giovanni nuzzled my neck. Both
hunks guided one of my hands to their packages, and I squeezed their balls
and massaged their stiffening cocks. Giovanni slipped a hand to my ass
cheeks and massaged my butt, his finger sliding into my crack and seeking
my hole.

Cameron broke the kiss and said, "I've been thinking all afternoon how good
your red lips would look wrapped around my cock." Maybe my stupid red lips
weren't a disaster after all.

Cameron put his hands on my shoulders and pressed me to the floor of the
shower, his semi-hard cock bobbing in my face. Show time! I tentatively
licked his shaft, but soon took the head of his dick into my mouth, causing
a happy groan from the tatted lifeguard. I used both hands to massage his
balls and the base of his shaft, quickly getting his cock rock hard.

Giovanni, meanwhile, was on the floor nuzzling my ass crack, and I gasped
as I felt his tongue plunge into my hole. "Damn, what a beautiful ass," Gio
moaned as he spread my ass cheeks wide and ate my hole.

Fucker must have been horny for an ass to fuck, because he rimmed me for
only a minute or two before I felt him lubing my ass crack. With my hole
and his dick properly greased, Gio spread my ass cheeks with his big hands
and his stiff rod demanded that my ass surrender to its advance.

Giovanni relentlessly probed me, finally locating my hole and gradually
implanting his cock inside me. "Fucking A," he moaned. "You gotta try this
ass, Cam. It's awesome. This tight twink butt is gonna take me home!" He
pulled almost all the way out of me, then grabbed my hips and slammed into
my hole, causing me to pause in my job of sucking Cameron's rod. Cameron
wasn't having any of that, and he grabbed my head and began to face fuck
me.

Split roasted again, I thought. How often had I been in this position
lately, one stiff cock down my throat and one buried in my ass? The count
was five times in the last five days. Jan and Jon had enjoyed my maiden
voyage as a split-roastee in the ravine above Lake Mead. Ren and Jan had
done the honors in the Grand Canyon. My twin brothers had double cocked my
mouth and ass yesterday morning before we left for Havasu, and Marcio and
Dillinger had performed the stunt yesterday afternoon on the lake. Now two
stud lifeguards were using me to get off in the shower.

Maybe the trip to Vegas would not solve my fear of locker rooms after
all. Because if I thought about Jan taking my cherry in the penthouse
locker room and Cameron and Giovanni doing me in the lifeguard locker room,
I was guaranteed to pop a boner, a fatal mistake in a high school locker
room.

The sounds of sex filled the small shower area. Gio slammed into my bare
buns, ramming his cock deep inside me as Cam used my mouth as a cock
chute. I would have been groaning and moaning, but it was all I could do to
concentrate on breathing and not gagging as Cameron's thick slab of manhood
filled my throat.

My one regret was that while I could feel Gio inside me, I couldn't
watch. Even my view of Cam was limited to a starburst tattoo around Cam's
bellybutton and a distinct tan line crossing Cam's flat stomach. Unlike
Gio, Cam's smooth stomach lacked a treasure trail, and he had shaved his
pubes, although his starburst tat hid that fact by extending to the base of
his cock.

The sloshing sounds of Gio's cock pummeling my ass and Cam's dick drilling
my mouth were broken when Cam gasped, "Fuck yeah, suck that cock!"

"Damn, what an ass!" Gio moaned, thrusting into me at the same time that
Cam forced his cock deep down my throat. It felt like the two stud
lifeguards were trying to force themselves so far into me that their cocks
would meet. The two hunks bent forward and kissed each other as they rammed
into my holes.

"Oh, fuck!" Giovanni moaned as he drilled his cock into my hole in quick
thrusts. "I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming. Get ready for my load!" He
pulled my ass toward him at the same time he slammed his cock forward as
hard as he could, tunneling deep inside my ass. I felt his load release,
his cock fluttering inside my hole as the hunk's balls emptied. I squeezed
my ass around his pole, and he gasped, "Oh, yeah, milk that cock with your
ass."

Cameron didn't waste time taking possession of my sloppy hole. He pulled
his slab of cock meat from my mouth and moved behind me, and Giovanni's
spent dick quickly was replaced by his spit-soaked fuck pole. The tattooed
lifeguard began to bang me and said to Giovanni, "Fuck, dude, you said this
ass was tight, but damn, it's like a vice! This twink was made to be fucked
in the ass!"

Giovanni snickered and took Cameron's spot, feeding me his softening cock
and telling me, "Yeah, suck the last drops of my ball jizz. Eat my cum." My
nose was soon buried in the trimmed black pubes that had been tickling my
ass only moments ago.

Cameron piston fucked me, but he spent little time with his cock jammed
into my hole before he dumped his contribution of thick white cum into my
ass. He stayed inside me for a while, panting and nuzzling my neck. "Damn,
you're a hot fuck," he murmured in my ear. As soon as he pulled out, I got
my mouth on his cock. I assumed that tops expected bottoms to do that, and
it seemed normal. "Fuck, you are a little cock hound," Cameron said.

I figured that Cameron was only saying I was a hot fuck because I was
easy. I mean, we had only been introduced a few hours ago, and had
exchanged barely a handful of words with him before he was shoving his cock
into my mouth and then dicking my ass. With Giovanni, it was worse. What he
and I had done was a tiny step removed from anonymous sex. Jon had called
me a slut, and I was proving him right. But I was ready for Cameron and
Giovanni to do me again, and if they gave me another chance, I'd be after
their cocks like a man dying of thirst chasing water.

Even if Cameron was only saying I was a hot fuck because I was a slut, it
still gave me a rosy glow to think that an incredible stud like Cameron,
with his amazing tatted arms, wanted to fuck me. A hunky tattooed lifeguard
at least five years older than me – old enough to be out of college –
thought sex with me was hot. Fuck, Giovanni liked my ass, too. Two stud
lifeguards had wanted to fuck me.

They didn't, I thought ruefully, think I was hot enough so they wanted to
get me off, too. But at that instant, Cameron said to Gio, "Who gets to
suck off the hot twink?"

"Team effort," Giovanni replied.

The two studs attacked my junk like sharks devouring chum. After spending
the night with Quentin, and with the real prospect of a roll in the hay
with my twin brothers later, I was fine not cumming. It actually would have
been better that way. I liked being horny, the hornier the better. But the
lifeguard duo made quick work of my cock and coaxed my nut from my balls in
no time. I'm not certain which one finally brought me off, but it didn't
much matter because they shared my spunk with a sloppy, passionate kiss as
I stared at the hot duo and panted.

The lifeguards turned the showers back on. I had done a more than adequate
job cleaning their cocks, but they built up a sweat while they were doing
me and needed to rinse off. They spent more time kissing me than soaping
up, and when they turned the water off I realized I hadn't gotten around to
cleaning the cum out of my hole. I kinda liked that I would be carrying
around a double scoop of creamy lifeguard jizz in my ass.

We dressed and Cam and Gio gave me an open invitation. One of them was on
lifeguard duty every day of the week – their schedules overlapped on the
other three days – and if I wanted my ass plowed, I had only to show up
at the pool at 5:30 as they were getting off duty.

Vinny, the hot pool attendant, was still working as I left the pool area,
and he and another pool attendant, a slender Asian dude I hadn't seen
before, gave me big smiles. I interpreted their grins as knowing smirks. I
felt like I had a scarlet `A' on my chest – or maybe my ass. But if
Vinny and his friend wanted a piece of what Cam and Gio had sampled, I was
ready. I almost went back and asked Vinny what time he got off duty.


TO BE CONTINUED...


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