Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2016 20:09:23 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 13

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALL RIGHT FOR FUCKING

With Jan and Jon tied up until late, almost until the time we would need to
leave for the Seven Deadly Sins party, and with nothing left to do at the
Convention Center other than ogle hot models, I decided to head back to the
penthouse. Jan offered to drive me back, but I wanted to ride the Las Vegas
monorail. I hadn't actually been on any kind of train. The monorail was
kinda cool.

Back at the penthouse, I stopped by the pool and to see if either Cameron
or Giovanni was working. In the back of my mind was the thought that I
could loan either of them – or better yet, both of them – my ass for
another session in the locker room. Cam was on duty, but to my
disappointment he was training a new hire and from what Cam said, he would
be tied up until late. I calculated that I might have a window between when
he got off and when Jan and Jon returned, but in the interim I had time to
kill and decided to get in a long work out. I was kinda enjoying exercising
in the penthouse gym when I could. Staring at my twin brothers' hot bodies
all week, to say nothing of ripped dudes like Marcio and Dolph, made
working out somehow sexy, rather than being a chore to be avoided.

I showered after my workout and was planning on playing some video games
when Ren tracked me down. "Dude, been looking all over for you," he
said. He didn't wait for me to answer, but plunged on and asked, "You up
for a double date? I told you I was going out with Alice tonight. Well, she
wants to cook dinner at her place rather than go to a restaurant. She said
she's been slaving away in a restaurant all week long and wants a
break. That's cool – cheap for me – but her brother asked if I would
bring you along. You game?"

"Uh, sure," I replied, despite being skeptical about the double date
idea. While the busboy I remembered from Alice's restaurant was kind of
cute, it wasn't like I would be in Vegas long enough to date a guy. But Jan
and Jon were out of the picture, and spending the night with Ren would be
awesome. There was also the ever-present possibility that I might get an
encore from Ren of his performance last night at Dolph's place. "Should I
ask my uncle and aunt?" I wondered.

"Already cleared, dude," Ren said. "I talked with your aunt and she's cool
with it."

"Great!" I replied. I wasn't going to complain about another ride on Ren's
motorcycle. Seeing him trying to put the moves on Alice wasn't going to do
much for me, but maybe Alice's little brother would be cool. Plus, the
thought that I was doing Ren a favor made me feel good.

Alice lived on the west side of Vegas. On the way, we passed a woman
selling flowers on the side of the road and I told Ren he should buy a
bouquet for Alice. "Dude, that is brilliant!" Ren exclaimed. "You stick
with me, dude. I can use all the help I can get. You're the best wingman I
could ask for."

Ren didn't know it, but he had already made my night. I was happy that Ren
seemed to like having me around and, as improbable as it sounded, maybe I
was helping him out. I debated telling Ren that he could help himself with
Alice even more by going shirtless, but I realized that would be more for
my benefit than Alice's. The woman didn't know what she was missing. Not
that Ren looked bad while dressed. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt
that showed off his awesome arms, and it was tight enough to highlight his
broad chest. Jeez, no woman in her right mind could resist the hot flyboy.

Alice was thrilled by the flowers – little things like that can go a
long way – but I was thrown off guard when I met her brother, Arlo. Arlo
wasn't the busboy I remembered from the Mexican restaurant where Alice
worked. The busboy I had cruised looked totally different; he had dark eyes
and caramel colored skin. I should have realized he wasn't Alice's brother,
because his skin was far darker than Alice's. Maybe Arlo, Alice's real
brother, bussed tables there, but I had no recollection of seeing him.

Arlo had the same stark white skin Alice did, although it looked a lot
better on Alice than it did on Arlo. The kid looked like he would turn
lobster red if he ever set foot in the sun. He sported bright blue eyes,
curly red hair, freckles galore, a big nose, and two huge, protruding
ears. His bare feet were gigantic and his hands were huge; both looked
comical next to his skinny arms and legs. Arlo was wearing an oversized
T-shirt, and it was a virtual certainty that it didn't hide any kind of a
chest; the kid was downright skinny. He looked like a hopeless geek. In
other words, exactly the guy most people would pick for me to date.

After glimpsing Arlo, my expectations were low, but Arlo turned out to be
pretty cool. Alice was finishing things in the kitchen, and Arlo winked at
me and suggested we go out on the apartment balcony so, as he whispered,
"We can leave the lovebirds alone."

Arlo was my age and also a junior in high school. For a change I was around
a kid my age who looked even younger than me. With Arlo, I wasn't worried
about making a fool of myself, so I felt free to bring up shit like Harry
Potter, which Arlo liked, too. And sci-fi movies and comic books. In other
words, a bunch of kid stuff that branded us as nerds. I liked talking to
him and it was nice to be relaxed, not worrying about fucking up by
inadvertently revealing I was a hopeless dope.

During a lull in the conversation, I casually asked, "So dude, do you have
a boyfriend?"

I didn't think my question was that big of a deal, but Arlo chuckled and
said, "Ah, so we're getting into that, are we? I gotta smoke some weed
before I talk about that." He pulled a roach from a pocket and lit it,
taking a deep breath before passing it to me. I was pretty much a newbie at
smoking dope, but I carefully followed what Arlo did, only screwing up and
coughing my head off once.

Arlo plopped on a chair across from me and put his feet on a table in
between us. Suddenly, in my newly stoned state, I was fascinated by Arlo's
long feet. The dude had to wear size 12 or 13 shoes; maybe even 14s. Unlike
the rest of his gawky body, his slender feet looked perfect to me. They
were amazing. I can safely say I had never looked at a dude's feet until I
saw Dillinger's. He was the black guy on Lake Havasu with the huge feet
that had mesmerized me. Now, in my stoned state, I was completely enamored
with Arlo's.

Arlo gave me a lecherous look like he was scoping me out as a trick. "To
answer your question, no. As of exactly one week ago, I'm a free man, ready
to play the field." Arlo gave me what was becoming his trademark wink, his
eyes sparkling.

I had asked about Arlo having a boyfriend only to broach the subject of
being gay. I was expecting to exchange a few tales of woe about how shitty
it was to be gay in high school. I never expected Arlo to disclose he had
had a boyfriend. Rather, I fully expected him to confess he was a virgin,
like I had been until a few days ago. Even Arlo wanting to get stoned
before talking didn't tip me off.

But instead Arlo was claiming to have had a boyfriend, which put him ahead
of me; I had never had a boyfriend and was less than a week away from
having my cherry popped. But maybe Arlo hadn't actually been having sex
with his boyfriend. It wouldn't be unusual for a high school kid. Wanting
to hear more, I asked, "So, uh what happened? I mean between you and your
boyfriend."

"Shipped out," Arlo said matter-of-factly. "A week ago. Got
transferred. He'd been stationed at Nellis for three years, but now he's in
frigging Germany for three years. If you ask him, he'd say we we're still
boyfriends, but I told him the long distance thing wasn't going to work for
me. I mean, he's got another three years in the Air Force, and I've got
more than a year of high school left, so even if we did something stupid
like get married so I could live with him on base in Germany, it wouldn't
happen for a year and a half. No way I'm gonna go without sex that
long. Too many hot boys around." He gave me a leering smile and winked at
me once again.

I stared at Arlo with a puzzled look on my face. If his ex-boyfriend had
been in the Air Force for three years, then the guy had to be at least
21. Arlo was 17, my age. While an age difference of four years was nothing
for guys that were like in their 30s, skinny 17-year-olds that looked like
they were 15-years-old did not have 21-year-old boyfriends in the Air
Force.

Maybe the boyfriend thing was merely a quick affair before the zoomie left
town, but Arlo was treating it like the guy was a real boyfriend. "Um, so,
uh, how long were you guys together?" I asked.

Arlo scrunched his face up and seemed to think. "I guess like, 16, 17
months. We hooked up the first time at Thanksgiving when I was a sophomore,
so it's been that long." He paused and then added brightly, "I'll show you
his picture." He pulled out his cell and flicked to some pictures.

Gracing the screen of Arlo's cell were a dozen photos of a guy who was a
dead ringer for a 24- or 25-year-old Ben Affleck. I kid you not, the dude
was hot by any standard. Dark hair, trimmed in a short military cut in most
of the shots, an awesome, muscular body, and that big dimple in the middle
of his chin.

Arlo and the guy were together in a few of the pictures, and in each Arlo
looked like he could have been the guy's little brother – much younger,
shorter, and thinner. Actually, not the dude's little brother but his
adopted baby brother, because Arlo was homely to say the least and the guy
in the pictures was a handsome stud.

But three shots showed Arlo and his boyfriend kissing, snuggling and making
out in a way that clearly confirmed they were more than brothers. Of
course, given the way my twin brothers carried on, maybe I shouldn't be
making generalizations about what brothers do together.

"I got some hotter pictures of him than those," Arlo said. He smiled and
showed me an array of shots that could bring top dollar on any gay male
porn site. "Whaddaya think of those?" Arlo asked proudly. Arlo's boyfriend
was sprawled on a couch fisting himself. The dude's body looked hot as he
flexed his muscles. The last photo in the series showed a graceful white
arch of cum rocketing in the air from the guy's stiff cock. Staring, I
found myself getting hard and had to shift my legs to avoid my boner
becoming too obvious.

"Oh, God, look at this one," Arlo said, laughing and showing me a picture
of a man's hairy ass. "Matt has one fine ass." The guy in the photo was
stretching his crack open with two big hands, revealing a puckered
hole. Above the guy's crack was a tattoo of a heart. Written inside the
heart was, "Arlo Always."

"Do you believe that shit?" Arlo asked with a happy smile. "I told Matt he
was a dumb fucking shithead for getting that tattoo. He got it done on as a
present to me on my 17th birthday. I mean, it was kinda sweet and all, but
I'm like, fuck, I'm not ready to settle down with one dude. I gotta lot of
boys I wanna fuck. But he's like `I'll wait for you forever' and all that
crap."

I handed Matt's cell back to him in a bit of a fog. Was it even possible
that Arlo was telling me the truth?

Alice's balcony faced west, and her complex was at the edge of the city, so
there wasn't much other than a parking lot between the apartment complex
and the mountains. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow on
us. Arlo's short red hair curled at the ends, so the sun made it look like
he had a reddish-gold halo on his head. Grasping for something to say, I
asked, "So, uh, how did you guys meet?"

"Hell, I've known Matt forever. He's my best friend Marc's big
brother. Matt is four years older than me and Marc, so Matt never really
paid much attention to us when we were kids. I mean, Matt graduated from
high school and signed up for the Air Force while we were still in fucking
middle school. Hell, I think Matt was in the Air Force before I even nutted
the first time.

"Anyway, Marc and I hung together constantly, even though he's straight and
I'm gay. I used to sleep over at Marc's house a lot. Kind of a long story,
but let's just say my dad is a complete jerk and I took any opportunity I
could not to be at home. That's why I'm living with Alice now. Anyway,
Marc's parents were great about it, and Marc and I had tons of fun, playing
video games and crap, so I prolly slept at his house as much as my own.

"Matt was lucky to get stationed at Nellis when he enlisted, but he lived
on base and was usually around only at holidays. Anyway, Thanksgiving of my
sophomore year, I was spending the night at Marc's and I got up in the
middle of the night to take a piss. I was just wearing boxers and my cock
was a little stiff so it showed a little bit. Well, I guess there was a
pretty big bulge. Anyway, I got to the bathroom just as Matt stepped
out. He was in boxers, too."

Arlo leaned toward me as if letting me in on a secret and whispered, "Dude
slowly scans me up and down, giving me a look that nobody had ever given me
before. Like he was undressing me with his eyes. Fucker gets this big,
shit-eating grin on his face. Then he says, `Dude, can I suck your cock?'"

"I about shit. I kid you not. I'm standing in the hallway in the middle of
the night, and this hot zoomie scopes me out, and out of the blue asks if
he can suck my cock. Well, fuck! I mean, what 16-year-old guy turns down a
blow job? And what gay boy turns down a blow job from a hunky Air Force
pilot with a hot chest covered with dark, trimmed hair? So I'm like, hell
yes dude! The next thing I know Matt shoves me into the john, pulls down my
boxers and goes down on me.

"Damn, Matt has a wonderful mouth and I had only been getting my dick
sucked by kids who didn't really know how to suck cock. I blew my load in
no time. I was wondering if Matt would want me to reciprocate, and I prolly
would have, although I had never sucked dick, but we heard someone down the
hall, so Matt hopped up and snuck back to his room. Fucker's stiffy was
poking out of his boxers like a flag pole.

"I figured what happened was just a fluke and the next morning Matt would
be back to the way he always was, nice to me and Marc but kinda aloof. You
know, like he was an adult and we were just kids. Maybe Matt was drunk or
high or something the night before and wouldn't remember a thing.

"Totally wrong. As soon as Marc goes to the shower the next morning, Matt
is in Marc's room, still in his boxers, still tenting, and he begs me to
fuck his ass. He says he couldn't sleep, thinking about my big cock and
says he wants me to fuck him so hard he won't be able to walk. Well, I had
a nice piece of morning wood like usual, and I figure, fucking a hot ass is
definitely better than whacking off. So I'm like, you're on, dude!

"I follow Matt back to his room and he sucks me until I'm rock hard –
which didn't take much – and then he throws his legs in the air and begs
me to fuck his brains out. Damn, what was I supposed to do? I did what he
asked. Rammed my cock into Matt's ass and rode him like a bitch until I
nutted in his ass. I asked him if he liked it and he's like, `Fuck yeah,
dude,' and is telling me how hot it is to have my dick in his ass. I asked
if he wanted it again, cuz I was just getting started. He's like, `God
yes!' so I creamed him a couple more times.

"That one fuck was all it took. Matt claimed he saw stars when I balled
him, and from that moment on, it's like Matt thinks we're going steady. I'm
getting off in his ass constantly and he's telling me how awesome my cock
is and how great I am balling him. I found out Matt had plenty of
experience taking cock, so he wasn't blowing smoke."

Arlo paused, smiling at me.

I was having considerable trouble with Arlo's story. It was plausible that
a 20-year-old guy in the Air Force could be into twinks and want to fuck a
16-year-old dude. Or course, Arlo was far from the hunkiest 16-year-old
around – I mean why would a dude be hot for Arlo when he could have
football players or prom king Romeos or ripped jocks? But I suppose some
guys like skinny dudes. The part I couldn't accept was Arlo topping and
Matt bottoming. That seemed too far a stretch. Maybe – maybe – if
Matt and Arlo were boyfriends, they would flip flop fuck sometimes, but I
couldn't look at the hot pictures of Matt without picturing him as a top.

"So, uh, Matt looks pretty hot," I said. Maybe Arlo would talk about Matt's
cock and let something slip – like what Matt's dick felt like inside
him. "Looks like he has a big dick; that right?"

"Fucker ain't small," Arlo replied smoothly. "I'd say seven inches if he's
all the way plumped out. Kinda fat, too. The thing is, he almost never let
me play with it while I was fucking his ass because he said he would cum
too quick. After I dicked him he would whack himself off. Weird, he liked
to cum in his own mouth. He'd roll his feet over his head and shoot right
on his face. Said he did that to keep my cum from leaking from his hole
until he came."

Okay, I was going to get directly to the point. "So, uh, is Matt is a total
bottom?" I asked.

"Hell no," Arlo said. Aha, I thought. An Air Force pilot being into a
skinny twink was unusual, but after Arlo's outlandish story, I was about to
get the truth. I was about to hear Arlo confess that he mostly got his butt
fucked by Matt. That would make sense.

"Like I said," Arlo continued, "Matt had plenty of experience taking
cock. In high school he was boyfriends with two different dudes at UNLV and
he mostly bottomed, but once he got in the Air Force he topped. I suppose
he was versatile, cuz even in the Air Force Matt let plenty of guys dick
him. He definitely knows how to take a stiff cock up the ass. But dudes
look at Matt and take him for a top and want Matt's cock up their
asses. And Matt's pretty aggressive about sex, and you know how gay boys
love to be dominated."

I did? I wasn't so certain about that. I mean, I guess some guys must like
it, but the gay boys I had been around in Vegas – including my brothers
– didn't seem like they wanted to be dominated.

Arlo leaned forward as if he was about to let me in on another big secret
and said, "Matt says that's how he knew he was in love with me. With me he
only wants to bottom, and he's never felt that way around any other
dude. Fucker can't get enough of my dick. Hell, we spent one weekend
together when the weather was crappy, so we were indoors the whole time,
and I fucked his whore hole like fifteen times. Maybe twenty. My fucking
cock was raw and my balls were bone dry and Matt was hungrier to get fucked
at the end of the weekend than he had been at the beginning.

"The thing about Matt was that after the first time with my dick up his
ass, Matt goes totally monogamous on me. Says that he's done putting his
dick in another dude's ass and the only cock that's gonna use his holes is
mine. Fuck that shit! Matt's a damn hot lay, but no way was I gonna just do
one dude. So I cheated on him a bunch, including with a couple of his Air
Force buds and – get this – one of Matt's old boyfriends at
UNVL. That was hot. Big black dude who's working in one of the casinos
now. The fucker told me he'd never taken a black cock as big as my white
whopper. Matt found out about me cheating a couple of times, but rather
than getting mad, he's like telling me it was his fault for not keepin me
satisfied. Go figure."

Arlo's story was sounding more ridiculous all the time. Still skeptical, I
asked, "So, like, you're a total top?"

Arlo slowly crossed the balcony to where I was sitting. He leaned over me,
putting his hands on the armrests of my chair and staring into my face. His
posture was all control and dominance. Cocky to a tee. Minutes ago, before
Arlo's story about Matt, I would have taken it as comical. But now I wasn't
so sure.

"Look, Jen, it's totally obvious why you're asking me all these questions
about me being a top. Don't worry. I'm good with fucking your boi
pussy. You're gonna get what you want from me, so relax. You're gonna get
my dick in your ass. All the way up your tight hole."

The scene was outlandish. Arlo was talking like Clint Eastwood in Dirty
Harry, but he looked like Alfred E. Neuman on the cover of Mad
magazine. But the guy exuded such an air of confidence that I was frozen.

"You're a total bottom boy like Matt was. Maybe not with all dudes, but at
least with me. I can see it in your eyes, just like I could with
Matt. First time I saw you, in the restaurant, I knew you were a cock whore
and you'd be beggin me to fuck you. But that's okay, cuz I think you're
hot. I mean, you ain't got a hairy chest and I'm betting the house that
your ass ain't hairy either, but that's okay. I like a little variety in
the men I top. I think you're damn pretty and I really want to see the look
in your face as I pound your ass and seed your hole. I'm gonna melt those
ice blue eyes of yours. You want me, dude."

Was that true? I wanted Arlo? Was I hot for the cocky twink? The kid looked
younger than me. Hell, all week long my ass had been playing host to the
likes of Ren and Dolph, Marcio and Dillinger, Cam and Gio and yes, my
smoking hot twin brothers, Jan and Jon. Arlo was practically invisible next
to those dudes. But why the hell was my cock hard and leaking pre-cum?

"So don't worry your pretty head," Arlo whispered with an arrogant
sneer. "Your boi pussy's gonna get taken care of. You're gonna get my cock
up your butt jus like you been fantasizing about. And it's gonna make your
ass sing. If you're as good as Matty was, maybe I'll make you my new
boyfriend.

"One of my new boyfriends. Too many fine asses to breed in Vegas to be tied
down to one dude. So let's get one thing straight up front. I'm gonna cheat
on you dude, but you ain't gonna give me lip about it. I can see you kinda
get off on the idea of your boyfriend fucking other dudes. You're probably
just enough of a whore to like sucking my cock after it's been up another
dude's ass." Arlo reached down and cupped my cock with a knowing grin. It
was stiff, blowing whatever shred of cover I might have had.

Arlo sneered at me as he felt my boner. "Be careful what you wish for,
pretty boy. I don't fuck easy. I fuck hard. Real hard. My dick's a weapon
and I use it to torture tight holes. Like yours. I don't give a shit if my
big cock is hurting your little boi pussy. When I fuck, it's all about my
cock. All about me gettin off in your ass. I don't give a fuck if you get
off or not. You ain't nuttin but a couple of holes that I'm gonna use to
dump my ball juice. When I'm done rapin your holes, you'll know you been
fucked by the best and you'll do anything to make it happen again."

Alice picked that moment to slide open the glass door to the balcony and
tell us dinner was ready. In a daze, I followed Alice into the apartment,
hoping my boner wasn't too noticeable. Arlo didn't help matters by grabbing
my ass with his hand and squeezing my butt cheek as we entered the
apartment.

Dinner was great, frankly one of the best meals I had eaten in Vegas all
week. That woman can cook! She and Ren seemed to be getting along
splendidly, laughing and flirting and generally being completely
annoying. Arlo kept mostly quiet, but every once in a while I caught him
giving me a predatory look.

Did I want Arlo to fuck me? For some reason, my answer was clear as
crystal. Hell, yes I wanted the twink to fuck me! Matt, if he existed, had
gotten hooked after discovering something about how the skinny geek
fucked. I was going to find out what it was.

It might have been an effect of the weed we smoked, but the thought of
submitting to Arlo and letting the kid have his way with my holes was
suddenly intriguing. Sitting across from me at the table, Arlo looked
younger than ever. He had thin eyebrows, and his freckled nose looked like
it was right out of central casting for young schoolboys. I wondered if his
pubes matched his red hair, and I wanted to find out.

We finished desert and Arlo volunteered that we would help with the dishes,
but Alice waved us off. "We'll go back to the balcony, then," I said. "I
want to see the stars." The stars I was thinking about were the ones I'd
see with my eyes closed as Arlo rode my ass. I glanced at Arlo to see if he
caught my reference to his description about Matt seeing the stars when
Arlo fucked him the first time. The skinny twink had; he was sneering at me
with a big, shit eating grin.

As soon as we were outside on the balcony, I whipped off my shirt and
shorts. It was Arlo's turn to look surprised. Standing naked and boned up,
I pushed Arlo against a wall of the balcony and said, "Okay stud, you said
I was gonna get what I wanted from you and you were going to fuck my boi
pussy. I'm calling in the promise. You're gonna fuck my brains out and
you're gonna like fucking my ass so much that you're gonna be wondering how
you lived without it."

"Fuck yeah!" Arlo exclaimed as a big smile lit up his face. He stripped off
his shirt and I pulled him into a passionate kiss. Our tongues battled back
and forth before I relented and let Arlo take possession of my mouth.

Arlo broke the kiss to pull down his shorts and boxers. I detected exactly
what hooked Matt. The skinny twink was hung. I mean, not like Dillinger or
Dolph, but the kid had to be packing eight inches, maybe more. Next to his
waif-like body, his shaft looked almost comical, like a Tom of Finland
drawing of a young twink.

As soon as we came up for air, I was on my knees. But I spotted Arlo's
long, perfect feet and had to make a quick detour to kiss them and put a
couple of his long toes in my mouth. I had no idea why the fuck I was doing
it, but I was turned on by the thought of worshiping Arlo's feet.

I wanted to get to his cock, too. I cut short my groveling at Arlo's feet
and went down on him. I got a delicious dose of pre-cum before swallowing
his long rod and deep throating him. My nose was soon buried in a tiny bed
of trimmed, bright red pubes. I had never been dicked by a redhead. But
then, I had never kissed a guy's feet. It had been a week of firsts.

"Fuck dude!" Arlo gasped. "I didn't think those pretty red lips of yours
would know how to suck dick, but damn is your mouth talented!"

I got a little glow from Arlo's comment and redoubled my efforts. Was I
competing with Arlo's Ben Affleck look-alike? Was I really motivated, at
least a bit, by wanting to prove I was just as good a fuck as Matt? Hell,
it didn't matter. I wanted Arlo to fuck me silly. And yeah, I wanted Arlo
to tell me I was a hot fuck. Hopefully as hot a fuck as the stud I had seen
in Arlo's pictures.

Not knowing how fast Arlo might cum, but figuring it might be quick because
he was only a high school kid, I pulled off the teen top after five or ten
minutes of deep throating. If Matt had been gone for a week and Arlo pumped
as much ball juice as he claimed, he might be wildly horny by now. I hoped
so.

I pulled Arlo down to the floor of the balcony, got on my back and wrapped
my hands around my knees, pulling my ass up and presenting it to the
twink. The huge load of babymakers Ricardo Noc had deposited in my hole, at
least the part Jon hadn't sucked out, was still buried in me, but Arlo
didn't know that, so he spit on my hole several times to lube me up. He
aimed his long, skinny fuck stick, wet with my spit, toward my ass.

Arlo pushed in a little bit, tentatively. Maybe Arlo always entered Matt
slowly. Fuck, I wanted to be taken like a cheap whore. "Stop dinking
around, stud," I said. "I wanna see stars, remember? Ram me with that that
big bull cock. Fuck that ass like you bought and paid for it." Arlo smiled
and got an evil look in his eyes. He slammed his long cock into me in one
quick thrust. It barely hurt, if at all, and I moaned in
satisfaction. "That's more like it. You're fucking an ass that is made to
be used, so use it like you own it!"

Arlo was damn good at fucking my hole. But then, I could say the same thing
about any number of cocks that had occupied my ass over the course of the
week. "You like that ass, stud?" I asked. "You like fucking my tight hole?"

"Uh, yeah," Arlo moaned. "I can't believe I'm fucking your ass!" The
exertion of slam fucking my hole was causing his freckled face to glisten
with sweat, even though the night air was cooling down.

"Ram it in me, stud," I begged. "Punish me with your big cock. That fuck
pole was made to do damage. Just do it!"

Arlo responded by drilling me deeper than he had before and beginning to
fuck me frantically. Damn, for a kid he was good! The funny thing was that
I had taken him for a geeky nerd at the beginning of the night. But now,
knowing how he could fuck, I would have been thrilled to have him as a
boyfriend back at my high school in southern Illinois. I'd be following him
around like a lost puppy.

"Fuck that ass," I moaned. "You've read me like a book. I'm a whore for
your big cock. I'm your bitch boy, so treat me like it!" Arlo growled and
pounded into me with extra force, his face frozen in a grimace.

The way I was bundled up on the floor, my secret cocksucking skill was
betrayed. Arlo tilted me back a bit and my slimy dick slipped onto my
lips. Arlo noticed, and with a wicked grin on his face said, "Suck your
cock bitch! I wanna see it in your mouth."

I followed orders, swallowing the entire head of my cock and slurping down
my own pre-cum. That really turned Arlo on, and he said, "Fuck that's
hot. My bitch is sucking his own cock while I'm fucking the whore's ass!"
He began piston driving his cock into me, drilling down until his long dong
was buried in my ass. Within moments, he gasped and held his breath and I
could feel his spunk shooting into my hole.

Hot but too fast was my immediate reaction to getting fucked by Arlo. But
what I didn't know was that I wasn't done. Arlo had barely finished spewing
jizz inside me when he got a hard gleam in his eye and he said, "Now you're
gonna find out why dudes can't resist bottoming for me, bitch. I gotta
lotta cum built up in the week since Matty left, and I'm just getting
started dumping it in your asshole." He immediately started fucking me
again, as if he had not even climaxed. His teen rod never got even a bit
soft. He merely started in on another lap in my ass. With the head of my
cock shoved in my mouth, I couldn't say anything, and I'm not certain what
I would have said anyway. For some things, you have to just shut up and let
it happen.

For all I know, Arlo would have fucked me all night if it hadn't been for
the cops. He had seeded me at least three times and was still fucking like
a madman when we heard sirens and the next thing we knew, two cop cars with
their lights flashing pulled up to the parking lot below Alice's balcony.

Arlo and I both thought some jerk had turned us in for fucking on the
balcony and we'd been busted. We scrambled for our clothes and had barely
pulled on our shorts when the door opened and Alice and Ren came out to see
what the commotion was all about. Fortunately they were distracted by the
cops enough that I don't think they realized Arlo and I were shirtless.

The melee that attracted the police turned out to be a domestic disturbance
in one of the other apartments. The cops hauled a young, shirtless dude out
in handcuffs. He was pissed as hell, yelling at someone back in the
apartment. He had a hot body, with a ton of tattoos.

From the way Ren's shirt wasn't tucked in quite right and his hair was
messed up, I assumed Alice and Ren had been interrupted doing something –
at least making out – when the cops arrived. Maybe Alice had discovered
Ren's hot chest after all. But once the police cars disappeared, whatever
magic the night possessed dissipated, and Ren suggested that we needed to
get back to the penthouse.

I needed to piss before we rode back, so I excused myself to the rest
room. Arlo snuck in behind me as I was finishing, grabbing me and gripping
the base of my cock. He ran a hand underneath my shirt, feeling my abs and
nibbling on my neck. I could feel his hard on pressing against my ass.

"On the balcony you left me with a big load just ready to blow, pretty
boy," Arlo whispered. "Be a good little bitch and get on your knees and
suck it out. I wanna see you worship my big cock. I wanna see those ice
blue eyes telling me how much you like my dick in your holes."

At best I had a couple of minutes before Ren would wonder where I was. Arlo
had already pumped three loads into my ass so I was skeptical I could get
him off quickly. But I figured I'd give it a try. Arlo was certainly a
horny geek; his long skinny dick was at full strength by the time I pulled
his shorts down and swallowed it.

"Oh yeah, cocksucker," Arlo moaned, "suck that dick." I worked Arlo's balls
and rubbed the spot between his balls and his asshole as I mouthed his
skinny, but freakishly long, tool.

"Damn, you're the most beautiful boy in the world with your red lips
wrapped around my pole," Arlo moaned. "Show me how much you idolize my
dick. How much you love my fuck rod!"

As it developed, I didn't need to worry about being in the john too
long. In two minutes Arlo's eyes rolled up and he moaned, "Fuck yeah, I'm
cumming! I'm cumming!" In moments I had a mouthful of warm jizz. I kept
slowly working Arlo's prick, sucking every last drop of cum from it. True
to form, I don't think the geek's long dick got soft after he came.

Arlo had a cocky and arrogant smile on his face as he stared down at
me. What I did next could only be described as bizarre, but I sensed it was
what Arlo wanted. I wrapped my arm around his skinny leg and put my head
against his thigh as if I was worshiping him.

Arlo pulled me to my feet and pinned me against the wall. He leaned in and
gave me a long, sloppy kiss, licking some of his own cum off my
tongue. "What do you have to say for yourself, pretty boy?" he asked with a
self-satisfied grin. Arlo slipped a thin hand inside my shorts and grabbed
one of my ass cheeks, gripping it hard and working it. Fuck, if he kept it
up, cum was going to start leaking out of my hole.

I knew Arlo wanted me to say I was his bitch whore. I would tell him
exactly that, but first I asked a question that I had been dying to
ask. "So, stud, how do my holes compare to Matt's? Your dick happy?"

It was a stupid question, because Arlo could easily tell me what I wanted
to hear, or tell me I didn't measure up even if I had. I would never know
if he was shooting straight or not. For that matter, I still wasn't
convinced that Matt even existed, or if he did, if he was far different
from the hunk Arlo had shown me on his cell. And why the fuck did I feel a
need to compete with a guy I didn't know over a geeky, freckled twink?

Arlo licked his lips, clearly relishing the moment. "Well," he said slowly,
"you definitely get a gold star for kissing my feet. That was hot. And that
blow job just now was top rate. The way you wrapped your arm around my leg
and stared at me was fucking awesome. Plus, you were a damn good
fuck. Nice, tight ass. Fucking tight ass! I always had to go slow when I
penetrated Matt, but damn, bitch, you were beggin for it and wanted it hard
and fast, as soon as I could ram it in your ass. I found me one horny bitch
that loves to be slam fucked."

Arlo paused and added, "Plus, Matty can't suck his own dick when I'm
fucking his hole. That was damn hot, too, dude. I bet you eat your own
load, don't you slut?"

"Put your dick in my ass again and I'll milk my own cock and swallow a
gallon of my own jizz if it makes you pound my ass harder."

"It will, pretty boy," Arlo said with an arrogant sneer. "It will."

We heard Alice and Ren down the hallway. "Right now you better get your hot
ass on Ren's bike before I throw you on the floor and fuck your brains
out," Arlo said.

"Before I go ya gotta tell me if I'm as good a fuck as Matt." Why I don't
know, but I really wanted the answer. I realized, however, that by asking
twice I had signaled to Arlo how desperate I was to be reassured. It was
like I was begging the nerd to pat me on the head.

Arlo smirked and said, "I like a boy being hungry for my big cock. You keep
working it, bitch. Ya got potential. Damn good potential. I need a few more
visits to your boi pussy to tell for sure, but I think in time you might be
right up there with my Air Force stud."

I had as much confirmation as I was going to get. I didn't really expect
Arlo to let his guard down and say anything different. "You got it dude," I
whispered. "I'm your bitch whore bottom. You want my holes, you just give
the word." I planted a final kiss on his thin lips before heading down the
hallway.

Ren and I thanked Alice and climbed on Ren's motorcycle. As soon as we were
away from the apartment building, Ren was apologizing for sticking me with
Arlo all night. I told him I didn't mind it, but Ren kept thanking me,
telling me how grateful he was.

On the way back to the Strip, clenching my ass cheeks to keep too much cum
from leaking from my hole, I began to wonder about Arlo's story about
Matt. It seemed so improbable. Could Arlo have concocted the story as a
ploy to get into my pants? What evidence did I have, really, that Arlo's
tale was true? Only a handful of photos on Arlo's cell, and he could easily
have photo shopped everything. That tattoo on the guy's ass would be easy
to photo shop. Had I been taken for a ride by a twink shyster?

If I had, I enjoyed the ride. Hell, I'd let Arlo ride me whenever he
wanted. That kid could fuck, and he was welcome to pound my ass at
will. The back-to-back-to-back loads of jizz Arlo shot into my ass had been
damn hot. Fuck, I'd even kiss the dude's feet again.

Improbably, thinking about Arlo got me horny again, and I let my hands slip
down a tad from Ren's stomach to his crotch. I thought I detected that his
dick was a little stiff. As we pulled into the penthouse garage, I asked,
"So, how'd it go with Alice?"

"Damn," Ren replied. "She is so frigging hot. I really like her. We were
pretty hot and heavy on the couch. If the fucking cops hadn't shown up, I
think she would have given me a blow job, even though she kept worrying
about you guys interrupting us. Thanks again for keeping Arlo occupied all
night. How'd it go with him?"

"He's cool," I said. "He was into showing me pictures of his ex." And into
showing me what he used to do to his ex, I thought. If he actually had an
ex. Whatever.

The fact that Ren hadn't scored gave me all the information I needed to set
in motion a plan I formulated while we rode back from Alice's. My flyboy
had to be horny if he had been making out with Alice but hadn't gotten
off. I was going to take care of that little problem for stud pilot.

The penthouse had a separate parking area for motorcycles, and only a
handful of cycles were ever parked there. As we climbed off the bike and
pulled our helmets off, I unleashed my plan.

"Ever get your cock sucked on your bike, stud boy?" I asked Ren. Not
waiting for an answer, I pushed him against his bike and fished his cock
out of his jeans. I was right about the state of Ren's manhood. The stud
pilot's big dick was slippery with pre-cum and jumped into a full erection
in no time.

Ren's pre-cum was delicious. I went to work, licking Ren's balls and shaft
and using my hands and mouth to work him to full mast. It was kinda hot
sucking Ren's cock in a spot where we could be discovered at any time.

My boi pussy felt empty after Arlo's long, skinny cock had railed it for so
long, and I wanted it filled with Ren's horse cock. If Ren had spent all
night getting horned up with Alice, he was probably ripe for the
picking. Once I had Ren's dick hard and slippery, I slipped out of my
shorts and bent over the bike seat.

"You know what to do, stud," I said. "Ram your cock into my ass and ride
me. You know how tight my hole is and how good it makes your cock
feel. It's yours. Fuck that ass!"

After his two prior performances, I knew Ren could be counted on to dick me
good, and he didn't disappoint. I made a mental note that catching the hunk
pilot when he was maxed out on sexual frustration after a date with a hot
woman was the way to go. He fucked my ass the way I was made to be fucked,
rough and deep. Getting dicked by Arlo had been damn hot, and I'd give it
up to the boy again in a second even if he was a dweeby twink. But Ren had
the urgency that came from being on edge for hours. He was an animal intent
on a single thing. Unleashing his babymakers in my ass.

The only bad thing was that Ren's cock didn't occupy my ass for long. But,
damn! His trip into my hole might have been short, but it sure was
sweet. The ample pool of cum Arlo shot inside me greased my hole, and Ren's
big stud dong plugged me perfectly. Ren was like a stallion as he powered
his manhood into my ass repeatedly.

I would never be able to look at a motorcycle again without drooling,
because it would bring back memories of clinging to Ren's bike as he
invaded my ass and mauled my hole. Every time I saw a hot dude on a
motorcycle, I was going to recall Ren boning me on his bike. And the way
his cum blitzed my ass as Ren came, gasping and panting, his bull cock
rammed all the way inside me.

As we left the motorcycle parking area and walked to the elevators, Carlos,
the dude that seemed to always be manning the valet stand at night, gave me
a long, curious stare. It was a different look than he had given me
before. His stand was close enough to where the motorcycles were parked
that he might have heard Ren fucking my ass and maybe even walked around
the corner until he saw us. It occurred to me that Carlos might not mind
breaking up the boredom of his nights every now and then with a quick romp
in my cock-whore ass. I wouldn't complain about a hot muscle-bound Latin
dude partying in my hole.

Riding the elevator up to the penthouse, Ren said, "Damn, dude, you seem to
know exactly what I need. Your tight, hot ass was precisely what the doctor
ordered after I didn't score with Alice. A couple of days ago you were
kinda passive and just taking it, but now, you know what you want and you
go and get it. A big change. I like this Jen, a lot." He leaned over me,
putting a hand on the elevator wall, and kissed me, slipping his tongue in
my mouth. When the elevator stopped at the penthouse, Ren broke the kiss
and said, "You're something else!"

I felt like I had won the lottery.

TO BE CONTINUED...


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