Date: Wed, 25 May 2016 17:41:32 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 2

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER TWO – GOODBYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE, VIRGIN HOLE

My oldest half-brother Jan turned the big black SUV into a garage beneath
an enormous glass tower just off the Las Vegas Strip. He pulled up to the
valet stand and told the attendant, "We're headed out tonight, Carlos. See
you in a couple of hours." Carlos smiled and said, "I'll keep it close by."
Carlos was wearing a short sleeved shirt and had awesome muscular arms that
I could have stared at for weeks. Las Vegas was already looking way more
exciting than southern Illinois.

I followed my Freddie-Fox-look-alike-half-brothers to an elevator marked
`private' and we piled in. The cab had only three buttons, marked `PH,' `G'
and `P.' Jan waived a security card in front of a reader and punched
PH. Penthouse, I told myself. I was going to a Las Vegas penthouse.

"Feel like a workout before dinner?" Jon said as the elevator sped
upwards. I was starved. The only meal I had eaten was a light breakfast at
home, and I was too intimidated by my uncle's private plane to eat anything
on the flight to Vegas. Plus, there was a two hour time difference, which
meant my stomach said it was going on 5:30 p.m. even though in Vegas it was
only 3:30 p.m. Nevertheless, not wanting to seem disagreeable, I said,
"Sure."

The penthouse was stunning. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed incredible
views of the Vegas Strip north and south and the mountains east and
west. My opportunity to stare was cut short when Jan and Jon hustled me
down a flight of stairs and into the gym.

At home, my workouts were limited to doing sit ups, pullups, pushups and
whatever torture my high school gym teacher cooked up for gym class. The
penthouse, however, had a full gym enclosed on two sides by glass walls
that showed the Strip to the south and the UNLV campus and the airport to
the east. Jan and Jon ushered me into a locker room and quickly pulled
their shirts off to change.

I stood, petrified. Gym class and locker rooms terrified me. Not that I
minded seeing naked guys, although the guys in my high school gym class
were a far cry from the hot guys I lusted after for hours on the
internet. But I lived in fear that I would get hard in a locker room, or
someone would intuitively guess that I was gay from the way I
acted. Instead of surveying the merchandise in the high school showers, I
kept my eyes on the ground and hurried about my business, ignoring
everyone. Which, of course, was exactly the conduct that probably made
other guys suspicious about my sexual orientation.

Jan and Jon had no qualms about stripping in front of me and their bodies
were amazing, better than Freddie Fox's. Hard, fleshy muscles and tight,
ripped abs. As much as I wanted to stare, after catching myself gawking at
my brothers' bodies, I reverted to form and fixed my eyes on the floor.

"Well, get your clothes off, bro," Jon said, "unless you're going to work
out in them."

"Um, my bag," I mumbled. It dawned on me that my bag wouldn't do me any
good. "I, uh, actually I didn't bring anything to work out in."

"No big deal," Jan said. He stepped to a cabinet and pulled out a jockstrap
and a pair of gym shorts. "Put these on. That's all you'll need. We never
wear T-shirts." I felt a little thrill at the thought of watching my
shirtless brothers' muscles as they worked out, but that was quickly dashed
by the thought that I would have to be shirtless, too. Shirtless around two
Adonises.

I bent to untie my shoes, taking my time and hoping that Jan and Jon would
finish changing and leave so I could undress in private. Instead, as I
pulled my shoes and socks off and looked up, they were both in their gym
shorts and watching me intently. I wanted to die and seep into the floor. I
also wanted to kick myself, because I hadn't gotten a view of their cocks
as they changed. I stared at their bare thighs, knowing that inches above
the bottom of their gym shorts were two dicks I longed to see.

With no excuses left, I stripped, dying a thousand deaths, and quickly
pulled on the jock strap and gym shorts, turning my back to hide my junk. I
heard Jon whisper to Jan, "What do you think of our Paddy?" I couldn't
figure out why he called me `Paddy.' I must have heard him wrong. I didn't
hear Jan's muffled response.

I was clueless around the sophisticated machines that filled the gym, but
Jan was helpful, showing me what to do. Maybe too helpful. When he
demonstrated an exercise, he had me to put my hands on his muscles to feel
how they worked, an activity that drove me to the point of
distraction. When I did the exercise, Jan kept his hands on me to make sure
I was using the right muscles. A couple of times I could feel his tight
chest against my back as he guided me, with the bulge of his jock strap
pressing against my ass crack.

I had a hard time concentrating on the workout rather than relishing how
good Jan's body felt and how incredible both of my brothers looked as their
muscles strained to move the weights. It was bad enough that Jan's body was
constantly touching me, but it seemed like every time I looked up I was
staring at Jon's awesome torso. It was all I could do to keep my dick from
bursting out of the tight jock strap Jan had given me. All I needed was for
my brothers to send me home early because they discovered I was gay. Even
if they weren't bothered by my being gay, they certainly would think it was
creepy that their own brother was popping wood while gawking at them.

The only thing that kept me from being completely unnerved was Jan and
Jon's nonstop banter. It relaxed me somewhat. Being privy to their private
conversations made me feel like they fully accepted me as their brother,
despite me being from the sticks and far removed from their level of
sophistication.

"Hey, bro, spot me," Jon said as he flattened himself for a bench press. I
assumed he meant Jan, but when I glanced at Jan, he motioned to me as if to
say, "Whadda waiting for?" I circled to Jon's bench, standing over him,
mesmerized by his hunky body, glistening with sweat. His muscles were
pumped and thick veins that I hadn't detected before stood out on his
arms. Jon's gym shorts sat low on his hips, a point I had noticed early and
often, but they had slipped down even farther when Jon slid into position
under the weight bar. He was so lean and ripped that he had three or four
veins that crossed his flat stomach below his bellybutton and plunged below
the waist of his gym shorts. My brother wasn't hairy, but I could make out
a wispy blond treasure trail that broadened just before disappearing
beneath his gym shorts, which were so low on his hips that the waistband
was barely above his dick.

Jon stared directly into my eyes as he pumped the weights, breathing harder
and straining more as he reached the end of his rep. His awesome chest
puffed with his effort. Jon's pert little tits were rigid, tiny beads of
skin perched on big brown nipples.

As Jon's hands dropped from the weight bar, they brushed my gym shorts and
slid down my thighs. Fuck! With a sudden sense of panic, I realized Jon had
to have detected my semi-hard on. I had kept it mostly under control until
the bench press, but ogling Jon's body had been too much. And Jon had to
have noticed.

What was I doing, perving on my brother??!! In all likelihood, I would be
back on the plane headed to Illinois within hours. Maybe not the
plane. Maybe my uncle would dump me at the bus station after calling my
father for the first time in 20 years and telling him he had raised a
faggot – worse, a perverted faggot boning up over his own brothers.

Fortunately, if Jon detected anything he didn't mention it.  I gradually
got myself under control, telling myself over and over that I had to get a
grip.

Jon finished working out and left to hit the showers, leaving Jan and me
alone. With Jon gone and without the background noise of my brothers'
conversations, I was even more cognizant of how hot Jan's now-sweaty body
looked and felt. His wavy blond hair was damp, with a few strands sticking
to his forehead, and his pale skin glistened.

Idiot! my brain screamed, you're doing it again! He's your goddamn brother!
Stop perving out!

To break the threatening silence, I said, "So, uh, I saw you guys do
modeling." My voice sounded squeaky and high.

"Yeah, gets us out of the house and out from under the rents' noses," Jan
said with a smile. "Not that they give a shit. Dad's got a Bluetooth stuck
in his ear all the time, so even if you think he said something to you,
he's usually talking to one of his business colleagues instead. And Mom is
fixated on spa treatments or chatting with her lady friends about where
they are going to lunch or their next shopping spree."

Relieved to have something to take my mind off Jan's body, I thought that
maybe Jan and Jon's life wasn't as idyllic as I had pictured. But I'd take
the glamor of the Las Vegas penthouse over our small, nondescript house in
gloomy Illinois any day.

"You could model, you know," Jan said.

"What? Me?" I replied.

"Hell, yeah," Jan said, "let me show you something." He strode to one of
the TV screens that had been playing music videos and touched the screen,
bringing up a menu of options. A few flicks and the screen filled with
pictures of a guy that bore a remarkable resemblance to me.

"Weird," I said. "That guy looks like me."

"Exactly," Jan said. "That's Paddy Mitchell, the most beautiful boy in the
world." A few more touches of the TV screen produced a series of modeling
shots of Paddy, with his ice blue eyes, pouty red lips, flushed cheeks and
long straight jaw filling the screen. I stared at the images. Many of the
photos could have been pictures of me, if I had a professional photographer
take them. Others looked different.

Paddy had a few moles; I did too, but not surprisingly, mine were in
different places. In one photo, Paddy had an arm above his head, showing a
lush spray of bushy, reddish-blond hair under his arm. The few thin wisps
under my arms would never compare. And Paddy's forearms, while not hairy,
had some thin hairs, in contrast to my forearms, which were bare as a
baby's butt. Okay, I was only 17, so maybe I'd grow into it. From a couple
of the photos, I suspected Paddy had to shave considerably more often than
me. What man didn't?

"I'm surprised you don't recognize him," Jan said as the images crossed the
screen. "He's a big model. He used to do Abercrombie & Fitch ads."

I loved Abercrombie, although I had grown less enamored with the store
after its shirtless male imagery disappeared. But Abercrombie was too
expensive for my parents. Even when I found something clearanced online,
they wouldn't let me get it, despite being cheaper than what my parents
normally bought for me at Walmart. I was attracted to Abercrombie for the
precise reason my parents were repulsed by it: the store's marketing of
blatant sex appeal and hot, shirtless guys. Maybe my parents recognized the
subliminal gay messaging that pervaded Abercrombie's marketing. I know I
did.

"He's hot, don't you think?" Jan asked, breaking the silence as I stared at
the images on the screen.

"I guess," I shrugged. I had a hard time thinking of Paddy as hot. He
looked too much like me, and I didn't consider myself hot. Admittedly my
body had developed nicely over the last year, but it wasn't easy to shed a
lifetime of thinking of myself as a skinny geek with perpetually flushed
cheeks and stupid red lips.

Jan flicked through several more shots of Paddy. He looked glamourous, the
angle of his face perfect, to say nothing of the lighting and staging of
the shots, which was perfect, too. Could I look like that? I didn't see how
I could. If I was up for some modeling job, I'd probably spout a giant zit
the night before and the whole thing would be called off.

"Ready to hit the shower?" Jan said as he closed the pictures of Paddy
Mitchell. I followed Jan into the locker room, nervous again about being in
a room where guys got naked. Jan dropped his shorts and jock strap and
stepped into the room's big, open shower. It was still damp from Jon having
used it. I slowly followed suit, trying not to stare at Jan's body, but
nevertheless desperate to get a peak of his cock.

The hot water felt good and I soaped up, cognizant of Jan's hot body next
to me but trying my hardest to give the impression that I was ignoring him
despite trying to scope out his junk. As I rinsed off, I closed my eyes,
letting the water cascade over my head. Lost in my thoughts, I just about
jumped out of my skin as I suddenly felt Jan behind me. His soapy hands
clasped my stomach and slid across my abs. "You ever do it with another
guy?" he purred into my ear.

I stood, petrified and unable to breathe. The only thing that reacted was
my cock. Frustrated by being imprisoned in a tight jock strap for an hour
while my brothers' shirtless torsos hovered around, it found the opening it
had been waiting for and started to swell. I knew from past experience
there was no way I was going to control it now.

Not wanting to seem like a complete country bumpkin, I answered, "Yeah,"
blatantly lying to my brother. I suppose maybe I could count my one
quasi-sexual experience with another boy, when Grady Alloway and I had
gotten naked and played with each other. But we were only 13 and hadn't
even climaxed. After that afternoon, Grady gave me the cold shoulder, and
while I would have been more than happy to continue experimenting, we never
did.

"Good," Jan whispered, continuing to massage my abs, his hands drifting
lower and lower. I could feel his cock against my butt. I mentally prayed
that he wouldn't discover my rock hard cock, but in a moment he did, one
hand circling around my rigid shaft and the other cupping my balls. Jan
slowly began to stroke me, nuzzling into my neck. "Oh yeah, baby," he
murmured. "I've been waiting for this ever since we saw that Christmas card
your mom sent and we realized you looked just like Paddy Mitchell."

Jan's reference to Christmas cards brought back my fantasies of being
ravished by Freddie Fox and how hot Jan and Jon had looked all
afternoon. Yes, it was my brother's hand wrapped around my cock. Yes, that
was wrong. Incest, I supposed. Definitely incest. The fact that we were
presumed not to be full brothers wasn't enough to get out of that
box. Based on my father's weekly rantings from the pulpit, I figured I was
going to hell for being gay anyway, so how much worse could it get if I
added incest to my list of sins?

I felt Jan's cock growing as he slowly slid his soapy body against
me. Hell, I had been ready to have sex for months – years – and now
it might happen. "Are you going to fuck me?" I asked breathlessly.

"Bingo, Sherlock," Jan replied. "That's what you're here for. We just
didn't figure you would be so hot to trot. But we saw you staring at us all
afternoon and we know gay boys when we see `em." So much for my feeble
efforts to mask my interest in my brothers' bodies.

Jan turned the water off but continued to kiss my neck and play with my
cock before guiding me into the locker room. He turned me to face him and
pushed me onto the locker room bench. His cock was inches from my face.

I had never seen another guy's hard on in the flesh unless you counted
Grady, but he had a pencil dick, at least when he was 13. From gym class I
knew that by the time he hit high school and turned into a big football
jock, Grady's dick was anything but pencil-sized.

Jan was uncut like I was and his rod looked amazing as he pulled his
foreskin back and pressed his pole against my lips. I was about to taste my
first cock, other than my own, and I worried that I wouldn't do it right. I
had read plenty of things online about how to give a blow job, so I knew
the big things to avoid – like raking a guy's dick with your teeth. No
more time to review the dos and don'ts. It was show time.

I opened my mouth and felt Jan's hard piece slide inside. It didn't taste
any different than a finger. Maybe a little soapy. I looked up at Jan, and
he had a wide smile on his face, the dimples on either side of his mouth
showing. Freddie Fox's dimples.

I was convinced I would totally screw up my first blow job, but I guess I
was doing okay, because after a while, Jan began moaning softly and saying,
"Fuck, yeah. Suck that dick!" Before long, Jan took over, grabbing my head
with his hands and thrusting his cock down my throat, leaving me without
any way to tongue his shaft. I was discouraged, assuming that I probably
hadn't been doing a good job. I stroked my own cock a couple of times as
Jan pumped my throat, but I was so turned on that I couldn't risk fisting
it because I would cum. I was wildly excited by the sight of Jan's naked
body hovering above me. Freddie Fox's body. Freddie Fox's cock. In my
mouth.

I wondered if Jan was going to cum in my mouth, giving me my first taste of
boy batter other than my own jizz, but he pulled out after pummeling my
mouth for a good ten minutes. Jan bent over and pressed his lips against
mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I was startled at first, but I opened
my mouth and suddenly Jan's tongue was inside, exploring, toying with my
tongue. I was kissing a guy. Kissing my brother. Kissing Freddie Fox.

"You take a cock up the ass before, Jen?" Jan asked breathlessly. I debated
compounding my earlier lie with a second one, but since I really had no
idea what to expect, I decided I better come clean. "No," I answered.

Jan smiled. "Good," he said, "because taking my brothers' cherries is my
job in this family. I'm going to breed your hot bubble butt and seed you
with my cum. Your first time. You're always gonna remember giving it up to
your oldest brother."

Did Jan mean to suggest that he and Jon had fucked, too? I didn't have time
to contemplate that possibility because Jan put me on my back on the bench
and fished some lube from a drawer. He coated his cock, putting my legs on
his shoulders and greasing my hole, giving my hard dick a couple of
strokes, too. I was pre-cumming like crazy and a long strand of stringy,
clear liquid hung from Jan's hand as he pulled off my cock.

"This is gonna hurt," Jan said, pressing the head of his cock against my
hole. "At first. Then it's gonna start feeling good. And then you're gonna
want my cock inside your boi pussy constantly. You're gonna become my
little fuck toy. My little brother, beggin for my dick." I was already
there, wanting Jan to fuck me again and again. Or at least I thought that
was what I wanted. His caution that it was going to hurt gave me pause.

I steeled myself for the worst and, sure enough, I felt a stab of pain as
Jan penetrated me. "Oh, fuck," I gasped in anguish. Jan pulled his cock
out, giving me a few moments to relax, but he was back at my hole in no
time. The second time was no better and I grimaced and groaned as Jan's
cock threatened to rip my hole to shreds.

Jan pulled out a second time. "Relax, baby," he said, bending down to kiss
me. He slipped a big finger inside me, circling my anus, prodding and
pushing in an out. It didn't hurt like his cock, but it didn't feel
good. "Push out as I penetrate you," Jan breathed. "Once I'm inside you,
concentrate on relaxing your hole. Then it's gonna start to feel good."
After experiencing what Jan's cock felt like the first two times, I
seriously doubted what he was saying would be the case. Damn! Maybe I
wasn't cut out to get fucked.

I tried to concentrate on relaxing, and Jan prodded my hole with his dick
and entered me again. It didn't feel good yet, but it didn't hurt nearly as
much as it had the first two times. I was on edge as Jan pushed farther and
farther inside me, worrying that the stabbing pain I felt earlier would
return, but it never did. He finally was all the way inside and started to
pump my ass, pulling his cock out and then sliding back in.

As Jan predicted, it began to feel good. Hell, it began to feel great,
amazing. I had whacked off a thousand times, but this was different. This
felt awesome. I couldn't help grabbing my cock and pumping it a couple of
times, but I didn't want to cum. Not yet.

"Oh, fuck," Jan groaned. "Your cherry ass is tighter than sin, baby
brother." I wished he hadn't mentioned `sin' because I was reminded that I
was probably in the process of writing my ticket to hell. But fuck, staring
into Jan's face as his naked body hovered over me and his cock pummeled my
ass was incredibly wonderful.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby," Jan moaned. He began breathing harder. He looked
perfect, with his muscles tensed as he thrust his dick into my hole and his
wavy blond hair still damp and askew from the shower. Freddie Fox was
fucking me. No. My older brother Jan was fucking me. Losing my cherry to a
guy as hot as Jan made me the luckiest gay boy on earth.

"My dick's breeding your virgin hole, baby brother. How's it feel?" Jan
asked.

I was unable to form words, relegated to a wide-eyed affirmative nod of my
head. Jan bent forward and kissed me while still fucking me. The sounds of
Jan's legs hitting my ass as he plowed my hole echoed in the locker room.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I slid my hand beneath Jan's hard abs and
grabbed my cock, squeezing it and then pulling down on my foreskin. My dick
erupted, rocketing spurt after spurt of hot cum onto my stomach and Jan's
abs. "Yeah, baby, you like this, huh?" Jan panted. "You like my cock buried
in your hole?" Liked it? Hell, I was in seventh heaven. In seventh heaven
but headed for hell. Whatever.

Jan pulled his cock all the way out and slammed back inside me. He thrust
his fuck pole into my hole with quick, staccato bursts, then froze. I felt
his dick lurch and realized Jan was seeding my ass. I had gotten
fucked. Bred by my brother for the first time. It felt too great to be the
last time. No, I had been sure I was gay before, but my oldest brother had
given me all the evidence I would ever need.

Jan continued to kiss me long after his cock stopped spewing cum inside
me. He finally stood up, saying, "Damn, that was hot!" I was too
overwhelmed to say anything. I had had sex for the first time, lost my
cherry and gotten fucked. By my brother.

"I don't know about you, but I need another shower," Jan announced as he
pulled out of my hole. I numbly got to my feet and followed him. We soaped
each other up, and I got a chance to feel my brother's hot body without
feeling idiotic about it. As I washed Jan's cock, I blurted out, "Can we do
that again? I mean, you know, will you fuck me again?"

Jan broke into a big grin and pulled me next to him. His warm, firm body
felt great. "Why, did you like that, baby bro? Did you like my cock being
all the way up your ass, pounding your boi pussy?"

"Yeah," I said, "I liked it. A lot."

"Damn, you're a hot little fuck and coming back for more. Tell you what,
because you asked, my cock is gonna live in your boi pussy all week
long. Your ass belongs to your big brother, bro." Jan paused before
whispering to me "I'm going to love having you here. Jon and I should have
done this ages ago." Amen, I thought, with silent apologies to my father
for the use, or maybe misuse, of the religious term.

TO BE CONTINUED...


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