Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2016 21:53:38 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 12

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER TWELVE – THE CASTING COUCH – PART ONE

Piling into our accustomed positions in the SUV, I was surprised when Jon
got behind the wheel and Jan took the passenger seat. During my week in
Vegas Jon had never driven. Something didn't seem right because the guy
behind the wheel felt like Jan, even though he was wearing Jon's baby blue
earring.

Then it dawned on me that it was Saturday morning. My brothers exchanged
earrings on the weekend, which meant Jan was wearing baby blue and Jon had
the garnet stone. The incident made me feel good about being able to tell
my brothers apart by something other than their earrings – and Jon's
Prince Albert ring – but it also reminded me that almost a week had
passed since I arrived in Vegas, and my spring break was to last only two
more days.

"So, dude," Jon said as Jan wheeled the black SUV into the bright sun of
Las Vegas. "Lemme explain how modeling works. They key is to exude
confidence. Make `em think that you don't give a shit if they hire you or
not, and once you're in front of the cameras, make like you're bored by it
all but you're doing them a big favor. Photographers love that look of
bored indifference."

"That is total bullshit," Jan protested from behind the wheel.

Jon laughed. "He's right," he chuckled. "So I'm not going to totally tell
you how modeling works, but only the little snapshot you need to know for
today. The photographer that's lined up to take your stills is the best in
the business. Hands down. He's amazing. A set of snapshots from Ricardo Noc
is guaranteed to jump start any guy's modeling career.

Jon gave me a mischievous smirk, making me wonder if what he was about to
tell me was bullshit. "But," he continued, "The word on the street –
which Jan and I have confirmed first hand, although we used more than just
our hands – is that Ric does his best work if he's turned on. Add a
little sexual excitement to the mix, and voila, Ric gets creative real
fast." Jon exchanged a knowing smile with Jan. "We both blew him, which did
the trick. To tell you the truth, even if it wasn't helpful for the
photographs, sucking Ric Noc off was worth it. He really gets into face
fucking, and the dude shot cum like a fire hydrant. Damn, talk about a hot
daddy. Dude torched me!" Jon mimicked fanning himself and I had to chuckle.

Jan cleared his throat and snickered, "Get your mind out of the gutter and
focus on what Jen needs to know, slut. What Ric really likes is a nice
daily double – blow job starter followed by a tight boy butt as the main
course. Actually, I take that back. He's into four courses. Blow job
starter, a little boy butt rimming to clear the palate, a hot ass
entrιe, and his mouth on a sweet boy cock for dessert. No pressure, but
if you give it up to the guy, your pictures are pretty much guaranteed to
make the modeling world take notice. Totally up to you. If it's not your
thing, Ric will shoot some damn fine pictures. But if you're okay with it,
temporarily loaning Ric the use of your mouth and your ass is an investment
that will pay off."

"Plus," Jan added, gazing into the rearview mirror at me, "like Jon says,
the dude is damn not. If you're into older, daddy-types, he's prime
meat. Even if you're not into older guys, Ric is a fucking good lay."

I contemplated whether I was into older guys, and didn't have a ready
answer. Ren and Marcio were older than me by several years, but neither
came close to being a daddy-type. But the idea of having sex with an older
man was kinda intriguing. I had to admit I found my
Alex-Pettyfer-look-alike uncle hot.

Modeling was going to be complicated. My first day wouldn't be limited to
filling out paperwork and getting mug shots. "So, uh, how do I let him know
that I'd let him fuck me?" I asked. That sounded like I had already made up
my mind, so I quickly added, "I mean, if I decide, to, you know, give it
up. Or whatever."

Jon gave me a knowing smile. Fucker assumed I was going to throw my legs in
the air for this photographer, and while that might very well be what I
would do, I was annoyed that my half-brother seemed to take it for
granted. He had been calling me a slut all week and while I couldn't argue
with the accuracy of that characterization, I was halfway inclined to pass
on the opportunity with Ricardo Noc just to get back at Jon. I knew,
however, that it wouldn't bug Jon in the least, and it might not be a wise
career move on my part.

Did it bother me to have sex with a virtual stranger? Apparently
not. Dillinger and Giovanni had both fucked my ass moments after we were
introduced. I had been impaled on Dolph's giant flyboy dong within an
embarrassingly short time after meeting him. And it wasn't like I had known
Ren, Marcio or Cameron for more than a couple of hours before giving it up
to them. The more I considered the possibility of having sex with an older,
daddy-type, the more the idea was getting me excited.

"Here's the thing," Jon continued matter-of-factly. "Ric will never make a
move. Professional ethics or worried about sexual harassment or
something. So you gotta take the bull by the horns. Or, more accurately,
take the horny bull's cock with your ass. What Ric really likes is a power
bottom who'll essentially rip his clothes off, throw him on the couch,
climb on top of him and make his cock disappear into a tight asshole. You
have to seduce him, which is the part that turns him on and drives him
insane."

What if I made a fool of myself, throwing myself at this guy only to
discover he didn't want to have sex with me? "What if he, you know, doesn't
really like me all that much?" I asked.

This time Jan spoke up. "Trust us," he said, rolling his eyes. "Ric is
gonna want to get into your pants so bad he won't remember to turn his
camera on. Just go for broke. The more aggressive you are, the more you
tell him that you want his cock inside your butt, the more he's gonna like
it."

"Yeah," Jon added, "go for broke or go home."

I had a sudden worry that this was all a prank and my brothers were setting
me up. I suspected Jon on that front more than Jan, but they thought alike
so if one was involved, the other one would be too. I was far from certain
I could pull a seduction off, even if desperately I wanted to. "Ya got any
Jack to fortify me?" I asked, halfway serious.

Both of my brothers laughed. "Dude, this ain't gonna be hard," Jon
said. "This is gonna be like feeding cream to kittens. Although it's your
ass that is gonna get the cream," he added with a snicker.

"Seducing a straight man who gets pussy whenever he wants it, now that's a
hard job," Jan chimed in.

"Yeah," Jon said, "Ren is the prime example. That stud was damned hard to
crack the first time. And now look at him. He's more than happy to shoot
cum down our throats, and after Wednesday's performance, I'd say he's
pretty damn comfortable plowing your boy butt." I hadn't gotten around to
telling my twin half-brothers that Ren had been comfortable enough to dick
my ass on Friday night, too. And that I had scored with their dream boy
helicopter pilot.

"About the Jack," Jan said, suddenly serious. "Big no-no. If you want to
put a quick end to your modeling career, show up for a shoot drunk or
high. That's the cardinal sin. Too many hot dudes just waiting to take your
place. One strike and you're out."

The conversation ended as we pulled up to the valet service at the
Convention Center and Jan gave the black SUV over to the attendant. We
joined the flood of people inside. The models stood out from everyone else
in the hall, and I was convinced every model was hotter than I was. Havasu
had been bad enough, but now the boys were freshly shaved (if that was
their image), dressed to the nines and eager to please.

Jan and Jon's agent seemed really nice and glad to help me. By the time I
filled out paperwork and a middle-aged Italian woman measured me and took a
few stock photos, I relaxed somewhat. But I was back on pins and needles
when a tall, slender man with dark hair entered the room.

He was Ben Barnes, in the flesh. Well, the man couldn't be Ben Barnes, but
that's who he immediately reminded me of. Why was I running into so many
guys who reminded me of British actors I lusted after?

My crush on Ben Barnes dated from the Narnia movies. William Moseley, who
played Peter in the first two movies, was cute and sexy, but a little
stiff. Still, I would have taken him over Skander Keynes, who played
Edmund. Skander was okay looking, although his character was annoying. But
when the second movie came out and I saw Ben Barnes with his dark, shaggy
hair, parted in the middle – just off center – and hanging to his
shoulders, I was in lust. His dark, mysterious eyes seemed to invite me
into his lair, and I instinctively knew I would become his best friend and
confidant. And lover, of course, laying aside the obvious hurdle that
Prince Caspian was straight in the movies and Ben Barnes was equally
straight in real life.

"Ah, Ric," the agent said, "this is Jen. Jan and Jon's
half-brother. Clearly some resemblances, but he has his own look, don't you
think?"

Ric nodded with a faint smile. His piercing eyes went right through me. He
was 30 something, with a flair that suggested he was artsy; a painter,
photographer or some other talent. He had a dominant presence in the room,
as if everyone was waiting on every word he spoke or gesture he made. This
was the man I was supposed to seduce? As much as I might like to do it, no
way was that going to happen. I was completely intimidated.

I reconsidered as I walked with Ric to his makeshift studio, trying to calm
my nerves. Why not give it a shot? My brothers had been certain it was the
right thing to do. There remained the possibility that they were setting me
up, but I trusted them and discounted that. And just the thought of having
sex with the tall photographer next to me sent chills through me. Straight
to my cock, which was very, very interested in the prospect of seeing Ric's
naked body.

Inside the studio, we exchanged small talk as Ric prepared his camera and I
desperately tried to plan an attack, to no avail. He spoke what I was
beginning to think of, after my week in Vegas, as British English, unlike
my native American English. He had enough of an accent that I pegged the
dark-haired stud as being from someplace in Europe. It made sense, given so
many of the people gathered for the open call and modeling convention were
European.

Ric finally said, "Okay, Jen, shall we get started? I'd like you in front
of that blue screen, and for the time being, just relax."

On the spur of the moment, I said the first thing that popped into my
head. "There's one thing I'd like to do before you get behind the camera,
if you don't mind."

"Sure," Ric replied, not having a clue as to what I suddenly had resolved
to do. I crossed over to where he stood, my mouth open slightly and my
tongue licking my lips slightly. I didn't look Ric in the eyes – I'm
certain I would have completely crumbled if I had – but instead I stared
at his chest and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. My heart was beating like a
drum and I know my face was flushed.

My gamble was rewarded by and up-close view of Ric's chest and stomach. He
didn't possess the ripped muscles of Marcio or even my brothers' trim
torsos. His body was more mature, but he was masculine in a way that made
me hungry for him. Touching his skin left me excited. I ran my hands over
his chest and abs, rubbing the hard knobs of his nipples. I had to pry my
eyes away.

Ric stood frozen as he watched me, but made no move to stop me. I thought I
could detect a trill of excitement in his eyes. I left his shirt unbuttoned
and hanging open, retreating to the screen and saying, "That's much
better."

We plunged into the photographs, but with Ric's shirt open, I kept thinking
about seducing him and what sex with him would be like. He hadn't knocked
my hands away or laughed at me when I unbuttoned his shirt. That was
promising. The dude was damned masculine. That was the only word I think of
to describe his dark, smoldering looks. Damn, I wanted his cock inside
me. I wanted hear him gasp for breath as he skewered my ass. I wanted to
know he was excited to have my hole clamped around his cock.

Ric asked for a studious look, a happy look – no problem there – an
angry look, a pensive look, you name it. He had a few props, a football –
he concluded that was wrong for me; I could have told him that – a
tennis racket, a soccer ball and a lacrosse stick, which he seemed to
really like. I felt like a puppet, being turned this way and that.

"Shirt off," he said, fully focused on his work. "Slowly, slowly. Unbutton
each button one at a time, eyes on the camera, then pull your shirt off
your left shoulder, then your right. I'll give you instructions on where to
look and what sort of mood to project."

I started to reach for my buttons, but instead I resolved to implement the
next chapter of my crazy plan. I strode to where Ric was crouched with his
camera and pulled his shirt over his shoulders, running my hands slowly
down his arms and tracing a line between his pecs and abs with my finger. I
couldn't resist flicking both of his nipples with my tongue. With a sigh, I
returned to the screen and said, "Ready when you are."

And so we continued. I suppose we both knew where things were headed. I
certainly did, based on the road map my brothers had drawn, and I doubt Ric
had much confusion after he was confronted with a sex-crazed boy who
wouldn't keep his hands to himself. The sexual tension in the room was
thick and we endured what amounted to a prolonged seduction.

When it came time to do the mandatory underwear shots – Ric had five or
six different types for me to model, from boxers to bikini briefs to
something even skimpier – I finally said, "I can't do the underwear
shots until you fuck my brains out. Then maybe I can get my cock under
control." I didn't wait for an answer, slipping out of my underwear while
staring directly at the tall photographer and then marching over to him and
going down on him, releasing his semi-hard cock from his pants and
swallowing it. I was treated to a mouthful of pre-cum and a leaky cock. I
eagerly deep throated him until he was rock hard.

Jon had thoughtfully slipped me a small tube of lube as we entered the
Convention Center, and I used it to grease my hole and Ric's cock. Then I
did exactly what my brothers had suggested. I had already taken half of
Ric's clothes off, but I pulled his pants and underwear all the way off,
pausing to suck his tits and play with his balls. I moved up and hungrily
kissed him, meanwhile planting his hands on my ass. He began to knead my
cheeks softly. All I could think about was getting Ric's manhood inside my
ass.

I eased Ric back on the couch and climbed on top, pointing his rigid cock
toward my ass crack. As I gazed down at the tall photographer, for some
reason I began to think about the men he had fucked. Scores of models,
athletes, actors. Some famous, some not so famous. Other than my brothers'
brief portrayal of him, I had no basis to suspect that Ricardo had such an
active sex life, but I somehow felt like I was in competition with hundreds
of men whose asses had hosted the photographer's cock across all of Europe
and the Americas.

With my pathetic self-image – I had never stopped viewing myself as a
dorky high school kid from southern Illinois with stupid red lips and
unruly hair – I would never thought of competing with those nameless and
presumably hot-and-handsome men in the looks department. But I could
compete with them in trying to make Ric remember me as a hot fuck. I
resolved to make Ric's eyes light up every time he remembered fucking my
butt.

I gradually impaled my ass on Ric's fuck stick, moaning as his fuck rod
skewered me. This wasn't the frenzied fuck down that Dolph had administered
to me last night, but something slower and more sensual. I wanted Ric and,
more importantly, wanted him to know that I wanted him. I concentrated on
every signal he gave me.

I began to bob up and down on Ric's shaft, moaning and gasping. I played
with his tits, tweaking them. That seemed to turn him on, so I did it a
little harder, eliciting a soft moan from the lanky man beneath me. Bending
down, I pressed my mouth against Ric's, my tongue demanding entrance. Once
inside, I played with his tongue, gradually coaxing it into my mouth.

Ric ran his hands over my shoulders and down my back, finally coming to
rest on my ass cheeks, and he began to guide me up and down. I moaned and
gasped, demanding that he fuck me harder. I told myself that I needed to
make Ric think I was starved for sex, hungry for his cock, and ravenous for
his cum. It didn't take that much acting. Getting fucked the first time by
an older man was erotic and sexy. It was funny. I had been the aggressor,
but I had no doubt who was the dominant man. I wanted Ric Noc to control me
and use me for his pleasure.

As much as I enjoyed riding Ric, I decided I wanted him to pound my ass in
his own way, so I pulled off him and crawled on the couch, spreading my ass
cheeks and looking over my shoulder, my eyes begging him to take me. "Fuck
me," I said. "Plow my ass like you own it."

Ric was intent enough on dumping his cum in my hole that he grabbed my hips
and slammed into my ass, causing me to gasp. And causing me to want
more. "Fuck me," I demanded. "Ride that ass." I pushed my ass backwards and
tried to use my hole to squeeze and massage Ric's fuck rod. My own cock was
hard and leaking pre-cum, but I was so intent on getting Ric off that I
ignored it.

"Fuck, your ass is tight," Ric moaned. Good, I thought. I need to play on
that.

"Split me apart!" I moaned. "Open me up with your cock. God, I want you so
bad."

Ric responded with a guttural grunt and he ground his cock into my butt.

"Breed me," I begged. "Seed me with your cum!"

Ric pounded me relentlessly and I loved how he possessed me and held my
hips, ramming his cock into my defenseless hole and penetrating me. I liked
knowing that Ric was inside me. He could have been inside countless men and
boys, but right now he was inside me and I desperately wanted him to use my
ass to get off.

Ric lurched into a frenzied series of thrusts into my fuck chute, and I
knew he was close. With one last charge, he slammed into me and groaned,
"Oh, God!" I felt his balls tighten and explode, and I clamped my ass on
his dick, milking his cock. He finally collapsed on my back, his long hair
tickling my skin as he nuzzled my neck.

Much later, we finished the underwear shots. After Ric had sucked me off,
fucked me a second time, that time on my back with my legs high in the air,
and then sucked me off a second time, my cock was still semi-hard. But we
started anyway, when Ric smiled and said, "A little extra volume in the
underwear can be interesting." Still, he apparently didn't want anything
blatantly pornographic, so he started photographing my rear, waiting for my
dick to calm down.

I left Ricardo with a long passionate kiss and found my way back the
agent's office. As I entered, both of my brothers gave me puzzled
frowns. "What the fuck happened?" Jon whispered.

"Yeah," Jan added, "You were in there for an hour and a half. Ricardo
cancelled two models that he was supposed shoot."

"Um, I just took your advice," I told the twins. Knowing grins crossed both
of their faces and they exchanged glances.

"And?" Jon asked.

"I think the pictures will be good," I said, teasing them. Jan smiled while
Jon gave me a frustrated look. The two twins shared everything, so Jon
wasn't used to not being in the know. I relented and added, "I followed
your script. Threw him on the couch and rode him, then crawled on the couch
and he did me doggy style. He did me a second time on my back. Fuck,
nothing quite like being under a daddy. From the cum that's still leaking
from my hole, I don't think he's been getting laid regularly. It was damn
hot."

"Fuck, damn," was Jon's only response. He paused for a second, his eyes
seemingly far away, and then demanded, "Seriously, is it leaking?"

I had said that mostly to capture the twins' attention, but thinking about
it, yeah, my ass might indeed be a little wet. "Uh, yeah, maybe," I
replied, figuring I better find a restroom and clean myself up. Jon took
matters into his own hands, however, hustling me down the hallway to a big
public restroom and into an empty stall. He practically ripped my pants
down – actually they were Jan's pants, because after almost a week, my
luggage still hadn't made an appearance – and to my surprise, pushed me
forward and plunged his tongue into my leaky hole. He ate out my ass,
digging cum from my hole for what seemed like forever. When he finished, he
turned my around and gave me a sloppy kiss, feeding me the remnants of
Ricardo's double dip of cum. It tasted different, somehow, from what I had
become accustomed to over the last week, but I couldn't put my finger on
why.

The kiss lasted longer than required to share Ricardo's cum, and I realized
my brother and I were making out, sucking face in a public restroom. Jon
seemed really turned on, and I wondered if he was going to fuck me in the
john. That seemed stupid risky.

"Fuck," Jon said when he finally came up for air. "That was
intense. Nothing like a good sloppy hole to eat out. And I do love kissing
my little brother." He smiled, pulling me into a hug.

As we walked back to the agent's office, Jon put his arm around my
shoulders. It was a brotherly hug and a more-than-brotherly hug, wrapped
into one. He whispered, "Remember when we told you that there were two
things that made Jan and me different? Our earrings and my Prince Albert
ring? Well, now you know a third. I love digging cum from a used hole. Jan
is okay with it, but it's not really his thing. That's cool, because
there's more for me."

I hung around with Jan and Jon in the agent's office for a while. Jan and
Jon were clearly bored, and one of them suggested we walk around a bit. The
Convention Center was awash in photographers and modeling wannabes. I
wasn't minding the eye candy, but after a while it was kinda boring. Jan
and Jon knew some of the models and some of the photographers and agents,
and while they made sure to introduce me, I had no idea what most of the
conversation was about.

We ran into Pyotr, Marcio's hunky friend from the boat at Havasu. "Dudes,"
he said, exchanging hugs with my brothers and then grabbing me and pulling
me into a tight hug, too. "Seven Deadly Sins party tonight at
Bally's. Sin's a little lame, been done before to say the least, but that's
what's happening."

Only in Vegas would someone say sin was a little lame and it had been done
before. Well, it clearly had been done before.

"Fuck, that sucks," Jon said as Pyotr disappeared down the hallway. "No way
we can go. Dad won't let us out of the house. Not after Havasu. He was
cranky that Mom let us go. And we used the houseboat excuse for RevoSunday
and he'll know something is up if we try that again."

"Plus, it's not Sunday," Jan added matter-of-factly.

I was staring at a poster advertising a midnight showing of my favorite
Harry Potter movie, the one with Cedric Diggory. It was also a costume
party, with prizes for the best wizard and muggle costumes. We didn't have
time to engineer that, but I had been wondering if Quentin looked as much
like Cedric as I thought he did and wanting to see the movie again. I
pointed at the poster and blurted out, "Maybe they would let us see that
tonight."

Jon frowned and looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Are you fucking
kidding? Harry fucking Potter!!?"

My life was over. The dorky hick from southern Illinois had stayed buried
for a week, at least buried enough so that my brothers didn't detect him
too much, but now he was out in the open and about to be subjected to a
pent-up week of ridicule. So much for my brothers being willing to let me
hang with them. The last few days of my spring break were going to be very
quiet.

I wanted to seep into the floor, but Jan surprised me by a boisterous,
"Brilliant!" He got a puzzled look from Jon and an even more befuddled look
from me. "Don't you see? Dad will fall for it in a second. A midnight
showing of Harry Potter – that will end at what, 2:00 a.m. maybe 2:30
a.m. – then of course we'll want to take Jen out for... uh, milk
shakes. Because they don't have milk shakes where little bro is from. That
means we won't get home until what, 3:30 or 4:00? About the time the bars
are beginning to wind down. Jes' saying..."

Jon's face lit up and he gave me a warm smile, "Bro," he said, "You are an
amazing addition to the family." I returned the smile, happy to have dodged
a bullet. I really wanted to go to the Harry Potter movie, but I had all
the movies at home, so I could watch them when I wanted. And another night
on the town in Vegas with my brothers was sure to be fun. If they were
going to give me credit for hatching the idea that made it possible, I
would take it. More importantly, I had avoided my brothers seeing me for
the idiot that I was. At least for another day.



TO BE CONTINUED...


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