Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2016 16:13:44 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 4

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER FOUR – JON'S REVENGE

Jan drove us to a marina on Lake Mead. Fortunately, he hadn't guzzled as
much booze as his twin brother, Jon. Not even close. Before we left for the
lake, I saw Jan drinking bottles of water at the club rather than the shots
of Jack Daniels that Jon and I were downing. I was as trashed as Jon was;
while Jon had had more to drink, I wasn't used to alcohol. That was an
understatement; I was a 17-year-old high school dweeb that had never tasted
alcohol until a few hours ago.

Jon flipped songs on his IPod as we drove, and the music blared from the
SUV's sound system. I was on cloud nine, happy and excited by my first day
with my twin half-brothers. I had been on a plane – a private one –
for the first time, been to a bar – a glamorous gay one – for the
first time, gotten drunk – and high – for the first time, been
propositioned by a guy – a hot stud – for the first time, and gotten
fucked – by my half-brother – for the first time. There was also the
small technicality that I had committed incest for the first time. I was
ready to do it all again. There was no looking back for me.

Staring out the window of Jan's black SUV at the dark Nevada night, I kept
thinking back to Jon's statement at the bar that the next cock that went up
my ass would be his. I wondered if he was going to fuck me when we got to
the houseboat. I hoped he wasn't kidding. The more I thought about it, the
more I wanted him. Not that losing my cherry to Jan hadn't been great, but
I wanted to do it again.

I didn't want to make Jan mad, but he hadn't seemed upset when Jon
announced he was going to dick me. I absolutely wanted Jan to fuck me
again, but the thought of submitting to Jon, too, was kinky and hot. I
wanted both of my brothers.

How fucked up was I? Lusting after my own half-brothers. Hoping I would get
butt fucked by both of them on the same day. Although it wasn't technically
the same day, because it was well after midnight as we headed out of
Vegas. Having sex with Jan thrilled me, but the idea of both of my brothers
taking turns fucking my brains out was exponentially better.

We pulled into the boat marina, which was deadly quiet in the pre-dawn
hours. The air was chilly but the sky was beautiful. I had never seen stars
that were brighter. Of course, once I popped the pill Jon gave me at
RevoSunday, everything had seemed brighter and more vibrant.

On the boat, Jan announced, "I'm beat. I'm going to hit the sack. You boys
party on, just don't make so much noise that you get us kicked out of the
marina. Or keep me awake." He headed into one of the small bedrooms on the
boat, but paused and turned around.

"You!" Jan said to me, stabbing his finger into my chest. Oh, shit, I
thought. I was such an imbecile that I had fucked something up. I wondered
what I had done wrong. Maybe something at the bar?

"My cock is gonna drill your boi pussy tomorrow," Jan said, "so don't let
this horn dog get your hole too sore." With that he smiled, gave me a long,
sloppy kiss, gave Jon an even sloppier and longer kiss, and disappeared
into the bedroom.

I was relieved and happy. My cock was happy, too, announcing that it liked
the idea of my ass getting drilled. It was even happier at the sight of my
two twin brothers making out as if they were lovers. With their hot bodies
and wavy blond hair, the vision was etched in my mind.

After Jan disappeared, Jon took a long, hungry look at me. He gave me a
predatory smile and said, "Come here, little brother. Right now you look
just like a hot, young Paddy Mitchell and you're all mine."

He pulled me into a kiss. We stood in the hallway of the houseboat for a
long time sucking face. Jon felt me up, his hands running over my
body. When Jon finally broke the kiss, he traced a finger across my mouth
and said, "I've been dying to get these red lips around my stiff cock ever
since I saw you at the airport, little bastard. But first I want you
naked."

I wasn't thrilled to be called `little bastard,' but I was all over the
prospect of continuing my sexual awakening. I pulled my borrowed polo shirt
over my head and dropped my jeans. My rock hard dick, trapped in the pouch
of the singlet I wore to the bar, stretched against the thin silver
material in a lewd way. Good thing the only boner I had gotten at the bar
was when I was about to disappear into a stall after getting propositioned
in the john by that awesome stud. I was still wondering how much of a lost
opportunity that was.

It took some work to extricate my junk from the C ring pouch in the
singlet, but I finally shoved the singlet to my ankles. Jon still had on
his shirt and shorts, but he had pulled his shorts down and freed his junk
from his black singlet. I couldn't help but stare. His dick was hard, and a
big, silver ring dangled from the head.

I was pretty sure Jon's piercing was called a Prince Albert ring. I had
seen pictures of PA rings on the internet and was fascinated, but I never
thought I would see one up close. "You like my cock jewelry?" Jon asked. "I
told you that you'd be able to tell Jan and me apart if we had our clothes
off. Get familiar with my hardware, `cuz it's headed for your mouth and
your tight boi hole."

Jon ran his hands across my chest and abs as I tentatively touched his PA
ring. He gave my boner a perfunctory squeeze and pushed me to the
floor. "Suck it baby," he said. "Your mouth was created especially to suck
this cock. Make love to your brother's big dick."

It crossed my mind that it would hurt like hell if I got Jon's PA ring
stuck in my throat, but I gamely followed Jon's command. Fortunately I had
practiced on Jan's identical piece – well, identical except for the
metal. I hungrily went to work on Jon.

Jan's cock had tasted a little soapy after he showered. Jon's was salty,
probably from sweat. With Jan I had been so shocked to be sucking cock that
it had gone by in a blur, but in my current, drug-addled state, I relished
every second with Jon, playing with his balls, sliding his foreskin over
the head of his dick and sticking my tongue into his piss slit. And
slipping my tongue through the PA ring, gently tugging on it.

"That's right, baby," Jon murmured. "You're a whore for my cock. I know you
want it." I wasn't certain I liked being called a whore for Jon's cock, but
given how eagerly I was going down on him, it was probably accurate.

We moved to a couch and Jon sprawled on his back. I stayed between his
legs, lapping at his cock as he moaned softly. I got his rod – and the
PA ring – all the way down my throat and began bobbing up and down,
circling the head of his cock with my tongue each time I came up. I looked
up at Jon, who was watching me with a dazed smile. He looked like Freddie
Fox. Freddie Fox with a pierced cock jammed down my throat.

"Oh yeah, little bro, you're my bitch, suck that cock!" Jon moaned. The
derogatory terms were piling up. My youngest brother just called me bitch,
on the heels of calling me a slut, a bastard and a whore. And there was the
weird thing at Pizza Rock when he suggested I was an easy target for our
waiter.

I could hardly contest Jon's characterization of me as a slut. Jan had
fucked my ass and busted my cherry only hours ago, and now I was deep
throating, as best I could, my other brother's cock. In between I had been
sorely tempted to let a complete stranger push me into a bathroom stall and
drill my ass, and seriously contemplated what it would have been like to
get fucked by Alec, the waiter at Pizza Rock. That pretty much put me
squarely into slut category, regardless of what I might or might not have
done with Alec.

Bastard? Well, I suppose all three of us were, technically,
bastards. Worse, we were bastards with no clue of who our real father
was. That one didn't bother me so much, because as long as Jan and Jon were
bastards, I didn't mind sharing their status.

Whore? At least the way Jon had used the term – a whore for his cock –
I couldn't contest it. But bitch? It was a derogatory term, which bothered
me, but the thought of being my brother's bitch was oddly stimulating. If
being his bitch meant I would give it up for him whenever he wanted, then
yeah, I was his bitch.

I was not anticipating getting my first mouthful of another guy's cum, but
without warning Jon's cock pumped and a squirt of jizz rifled into my
mouth. It turned out to be a tiny warning shot of what was to come. Jon
groaned and said, "Oh, yeah!" as he grabbed my head, keeping his cock
lodged in my mouth. Volley after volley of thick cum flooded my
mouth. "Swallow it, baby," Jon panted, "every precious drop. Eat my cum!" I
did my best to gulp down every ounce of his ball juice.

Jon finally relaxed and I pulled my mouth off his cock, licking my lips to
catch the last of his cum. I don't know what I thought another guy's cum
would taste like, but it wasn't bad. Interesting salty, sweet
flavor. Different from mine. "Fucking A," Jon said, staring at me. "You
suck cock like a pro, bro." I had worried that I wasn't doing it right, but
Jon's endorsement made me happy.

"It's good to get a load off," Jon said, "'cuz when I fuck your ass, I can
go a good, long time." He pulled me onto the couch and into a long kiss,
his hands playing with my ass cheeks. "Let's get one thing straight, little
brother. You did good sucking cock and swallowing. But's that's what I
expect from you. You suck and swallow whenever I give the word. And you
open your ass for my cock whenever I give you the word. Pretty much,
whenever I want to dump a load, your job is to be a good little cum
dump. You're here to service this cock. Got that?"

I nodded. I didn't know if Jon meant I was in Vegas to service his cock or
if I was on the planet to service his cock, but either way I was happy.

Jon rolled me over so that I was on my back, and he pulled off his shirt,
revealing his black singlet with his softening cock sticking out of the
leg. He began sucking on my tits, gradually working his way down my abs to
my leaky, rock hard cock. He grabbed it with one hand, pointing it straight
up into the air, and with a devilish grin he licked the tip of my cock. Jon
stared up at me the whole time as he worked on the head of my cock and then
swallowed my entire shaft in one quick gulp.

I gasped in shock. My cock had never been inside a warm, wet mouth, and I
couldn't believe my brother was giving me a blow job. Jon's head started to
bob up and down, and I watched my slippery cock disappear repeatedly into
his mouth. It crossed my mind that I was seeing what Freddie Fox would look
like if he ever went down on a guy. Jon's wavy blond hair was bouncing
around as he sucked me, and sight of his lips around my dick was the best
damn visual I had ever had.

My climax built quickly, and I groaned, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." I
expected Jon to pull off me, but he kept his mouth on my dick as I shot, my
cum rocketing into his mouth. I was thrashing and moaning on the couch,
loving my first blow job.

When I stopped spurting my load, Jon pulled off my dick, opening his mouth
to reveal a big wad of my spunk on his tongue. He leaned forward to kiss
me, feeding me my own cum. It tasted a little different than Jon's, but I
was used to tasting my own jizz. I had been sucking my own cock for well
over two years.

I was happy and at the same time reeling with the thought that my brother
had given me a blow job. The first blow job anybody had ever given
me. Between sucking off Jon and getting blown, I had two more sexual
firsts, and I hadn't even been in Vegas for 24 hours.

Jon grabbed one of my hands and guided it to his cock, which was getting
hard again. "That's right, bro, I'm ready for round two. Ever been fucked
under the stars before?"

Given that I had only been fucked once, by Jan in the locker room, I shook
my head. Jon smiled and said, "Nothing like seeing real stars while you're
getting your brains fucked out."

Jon finished stripping, giving me a close look at his awesome body. He
grabbed several comforters and we climbed to the top of the houseboat. The
air was cold, prompting an expletive from Jon. He quickly made a makeshift
bed by throwing cushions from the outdoor couches and chairs on the
floor. We crawled under the comforters and began making out, kissing
roughly and gradually warming up as we ran our hands over each other's
body.

"Damn, you're a hot fuck," Jon said. "My dick is going to be living in your
ass all week long. This is gonna be one great spring break!"

Jon rolled me on my back and I felt some cold lube against my asshole as
Jon greased it up. I wondered about Jon's big PA ring being up my ass, but
I wanted to get fucked so bad that I told myself I was going to take it, no
matter what.

As Jon entered me, I felt the same stab of pain I had felt with Jan. But
this time I knew what to do. "Pull out a second," I groaned. At first I
worried that Jon wasn't going to pull out, but he finally did, fisting his
greased cock before guiding it back into me. Unlike when Jan fucked me, the
second entry was okay. A little pain, but it died down and I relaxed. Maybe
drugs and alcohol helped. Maybe getting loosened up by Jan helped. I
couldn't tell if it was being drunk, being high, or having Jon's PA ring
inside me, but as Jon began to slide in and out of my hole, it felt
great. I grabbed Jon's ass cheeks, pulling him farther into me.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you slut?" Jon asked.

"Uh, huh," I moaned.

"Yeah, you just needed your brother's big pierced cock to expose you as a
horny bitch, begging to be bred like a cock whore in heat. Beg for it slut,
beg for it."

"Fuck me!" I cried, "fuck my ass!"

Jon drilled inside me, making me gasp. "Yeah, tell me that you want me to
ride your ass. Say it!"

"Ride me! Fuck, I need your cock in my boi pussy. I need your cum inside
me!"

The comforter Jon had pulled over his shoulders fell off, leaving his
awesome body vaguely lit by the stairs and the lights of the marina. His
disheveled, wavy blond hair glowed in the dim light. He looked like Freddie
Fox, but I was gradually thinking about him more as one of my older
brothers who dug my ass rather than a distant movie star.

Jon was right about being able to last a lot longer in my ass after he blew
his first load. I was fine with it, however, still drunk and high. And Jon
was right about getting fucked under the stars, too. Seeing the night sky
above Jon's beautiful body as he rammed his cock into my hole was magical.

"Hey, little bro, you like getting your ass dicked? You like getting
fucked?" Jon asked.

I did, but Jon calling me little bro brought back the reality that I was
committing incest. It wasn't like I had grown up with Jon and Jan and spent
my whole life with them, and almost certainly we were only half-brothers,
so I rationalized that sex with them was only technically incest. It wasn't
real incest, whatever that was. "Fuck yeah," I answered. I wasn't about to
say anything that would deter Jon from continuing to ram his cock into my
hole. It felt too good.

"Yeah, baby," Jon purred, "tell big bro what it feels like to have his big,
pierced dick inside your boi pussy."

"Unhh," I moaned, "it feels great."

"And you want your big bro to breed you ass and seed you like a whore?"

Well, there was whore again, and this time not qualified by being a whore
for Jon's cock. Jon was calling me a plain vanilla whore. But fuck, I was
higher than a kite and if Jon wanted me to think of me as a whore, then I
wanted him to. "Yeah, fuck my ass like you own it!" I growled.

"I do, baby bro, I do," Jon said between clenched teeth.

Eventually Jon began breathing hard and moaning, "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah"
over and over. He bent down kissed me roughly, so hard that I feared I
might have a fat lip the next day. His arms pinned me to the floor, so even
if I had wanted to grab my cock, I couldn't. With a sudden final thrust, he
buried his dick inside me and I could feel it lurch and spew cum deep in my
hole. I had been bred a second time by one of my brothers.

Jon stayed inside me for a long time before pulling off and grabbing a
comforter, saying, "Damn, it's cold out here." He pulled it over us,
rolling to his side, kissing me again and sliding his leg across my
legs. "That was awesome, bro. You got one helluva nice, tight ass."

In no time Jon was asleep. I wasn't far behind him.

I woke up a couple hours later just as the sky began to lighten. It was
probably the time I would normally have gotten up in Illinois and I was
wide awake. I must have been dreaming, because I had a vivid recollection
of my father sternly lecturing me and telling me that God was going to
punish me. Whatever. I was far too happy to care.

I felt great, not tired and without any kind of headache. Maybe I was
immune to hangovers, I thought. I quietly slipped out from under the covers
and made my way downstairs to use the rest room.

Jan looked peaceful, his blond hair forming a pillow under his head. I was
pretty sure he was naked. I could see his chest and stomach and just enough
of his crotch to be intriguing, and saw his clothes on a chair next to the
bed. I was tempted to crawl in bed beside him, but without an invitation I
didn't dare risk it. Plus, Jon might be jealous. And, I had to admit,
sleeping under the stars was awesome.

I went back to the top of the boat, wrapping myself in a comforter and
watching the sun rise. It was spectacular, enough clouds in the sky to
fracture the light and turn the sky red, then orange and then yellow. Lake
Mead had an odd white band on the surrounding cliffs; below the line, the
cliffs were white and above it they were dark brown. Seeing the reflections
of the white cliffs in the inky waters made me feel like I was in a
National Geographic photo shoot. I was a long, long way from southern
Illinois, in more ways than merely geography.

By the time the first rays of sun hit me, I was halfway asleep again. I
crawled under the covers to snuggle next to Jon's warm body. I wrapped my
hand around his limp cock, going back to sleep feeling the metal of his PA
ring.


TO BE CONTINUED...

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