Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2016 14:22:40 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 5

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER FIVE – TREKKING FOR DOUBLE COCK

I have no idea how long I slept after my wild night at RevoSunday, which
was capped by my half-brother Jon fucking my ass in the wee hours of the
morning, but the sun was high in the sky when I woke. I could feel the
gentle motion of the boat and realized we were moving. Jon was no longer
pressed against my body under the comforter, and it was hot. Sitting up, I
saw cliffs ahead of us, dark against the blue sky.

"It's about time, Sleeping Beauty," Jon snickered. At first I thought he
was Jan, because the stone in his earring was baby blue. But it was Monday
morning, so the twins would have switched earrings, which meant for the
next five days Jon would have the baby blue earring.

Jon was sprawled on one of the couches, nursing a cup of coffee. "Want some
coffee?" I hated the taste of coffee, so I declined. I started to get out
from under the comforter, but was embarrassed that I was naked. Jon was
wearing a pair of electric blue board shorts.

"Uh, did my bag ever show up?" I asked.

"Whadda need that for?" Jon asked. "Bathroom stuff is downstairs, and we're
not planning on letting you wear any clothes until we return to
civilization. Actually, maybe not even then. So just enjoy the breeze."

I leaned against the couch opposite Jon's. Despite the hot sun, I kept the
comforter over my junk. My shirtless half-brother looked even better in the
early morning light that he had yesterday, if that was possible. I was
taken by how much he resembled Freddie Fox, my British actor crush. Seeing
Jon in action last night suggested that he had the same relaxed and hungry
attitude about sex that Freddie Fox's character had in `Banana' and
`Cucumber'. My ass was still tender from Jan and Jon having piston fucked
me.

Jon's cell rang, and he sat up to answer the call. I stared at him,
marveling at his awesome body as the sun highlighted it. Jon's wavy blond
hair was disheveled, and he looked like what he was – a well-built
teenager recovering from a late night of partying. Last night he had looked
different, maybe more like a man. His hard cock drilling my ass had
certainly felt like a man's cock.

"Hey, dad," Jon said, "yeah, we stayed at the marina last night but we're
taking Jen out to see the Narrows this morning. We'll probably spend the
night on the boat again."

As Jon talked to my uncle, I surveyed the top deck of the houseboat. It was
bigger than I had realized the night before, with a covered hot tub and a
big canopy over the rear of the deck.

Jon continued talking but I jumped as I felt his foot in my crotch, his
toes playing with my balls. Jon gave me an evil smile and ran his tongue
over his lips. He finished the call, saying, "Yeah, Jen likes the lake. We
had a good time at Pizza Rock."

As he hung up, Jon said, "He's thrilled that we're not hanging out in the
penthouse disturbing his workday. Hell, we could probably tell him we're
driving to Mexico for two weeks and he'd be happy." I detected a note of
bitterness in his voice, but if I was talking about my old man, I would
sound bitter, too. Just for different reasons.

Lake Mead had a weird ring around it. The cliffs above the ring were dark
brown, but below the ring the cliffs were starkly white. Jon told me it was
called the bathtub ring and showed the high water mark from 20 years
ago. The lake had been going down ever since because of drought in the west
and more houses in Las Vegas, Phoenix and Los Angeles. I was fascinated by
the landscape, totally different than anything I had seen in southern
Illinois.

"Sun feels good, but if I get a sunburn the agency will blow a fuse," Jon
announced, getting up and heading downstairs. I followed, still embarrassed
about being naked, but resigned to the fact there was nothing I could do
about it.

Once downstairs, I decided I needed a shower more than anything, so Jon
pointed me to the bathroom. It was tiny, but the warm water felt
good. Plus, it gave me a chance to clean the lube from my asshole. I kinda
liked thinking that I was carrying around Jon's and Jan's cum, but I did my
best to clean my hole. It was a little sore from the first two
butt-fuckings of my life, but I was hoping for an encore.

Refreshed from the shower, I joined Jan and Jon in the boathouse. Jan
pointed out some of the ravines we passed by, and the cliffs gradually
closed in as we reached the part of the lake called the Narrows. Jan said
most of the lake was actually on the other side of the canyon. Not many
boats were out, but Jan told me the lake would be crowded by summer.

Jan piloted the boat to the mouth of a spectacular ravine. Horizontal
layers of reddish rock rose on both sides. "Care for a little hike?" he
asked.

"Yeah, but, I probably need some clothes," I replied. Jon started to
object, but said nothing after Jan pulled out a red lifeguard swimsuit and
tossed it to me. That and the tennis shoes I wore on the plane and to the
club would be my outfit.

Jan stuffed our shoes and some lunch in a backpack and tossed it to the
shore. Regrettably, we had to swim. The water was frigid and I was happy we
weren't in the lake any longer. Jon told me that later in the summer the
water temperature would be like bathwater.

Cautious to avoid getting sunburned – Jan said it would fuck up a
modeling shoot the twins had later in the week – we slathered up with
sun screen. Jon did my back and kept snickering as he slid his greased hand
down my ass crack.

The hike was great. We clambered over boulders, through tight spots where
the ravine walls almost touched, and past weathered, centuries-old
trees. Gradually we worked our way up the dry ravine. Jon goofed around
most of the way, continually pulling my swimsuit down to expose my ass
crack, pinching my tits, and grabbing my junk. It was reminiscent of being
on the dance floor at RevoSunday, although at the bar the men touching me
were more sexual than playful. Once, Jon stuffed a smooth, flat rock in my
ass crack and the twins made a bet on how far I could walk with my ass
clenching the rock. I gamely played along. Taking tiny steps on flat
terrain was okay, but you can't really climb and hold a rock in your crack.

After a couple of hours, we reached a picturesque view of the lake, framed
by the smooth rock walls of the canyon. The spot sheltered a row of gnarled
trees and a flat, sandy spit of land that could have been a beach if water
was nearby. The ravine continued upward, but it didn't look passable beyond
the beach.

"How do you like it here?" Jan asked, putting his arm around my shoulder.

I didn't know whether he meant Las Vegas, Lake Mead or the ravine, but the
answer was the same. "It's great," I said, and I meant it.

"You okay getting butt fucked by both of us?" Jan asked bluntly.

I was startled by Jan's matter-of-fact tone, but I had loved having sex
with my two half-brothers. "Yeah," I replied, nodding.

"Like `just' okay, or `really' okay?" Jon interrupted. "You get off on it?"

I wasn't used to talking openly about sex, but fuck! Why not tell the
truth? "It was incredible," I replied.

"No regrets?" Jan asked.

"Only that it didn't happen sooner," I said.

"Which means you want a dick in your butt again?" Jon smirked.

Hell yeah, I did. "Uh huh," I nodded.

"Good, because that's why we wanted you here," Jon said smugly. "After we
saw you in your family's Christmas card we both wanted your ass. We assumed
you were straight, but straight boys can be fucked in the ass just like gay
boys. The fact that you're a gay boy who is a hungry bottom makes this even
better." He circled in front of me and planted a sloppy kiss on my
mouth. Soon I was sandwiched between my brothers. Jon French kissed me
while Jan nuzzled my neck from behind. Both of the twins were massaging my
chest and abs with their hands.

My swimsuit came down and Jan rubbed lube in my ass. I was going to get
fucked again, and I was nothing but excited about it. Damn, less than 24
hours ago I was a virgin and now I was such a slut that I was happy to be
in an incestuous threesome and hungry for a stiff cock in my hole.

I began to massage Jon's hard shaft. Behind me, I heard Jan fisting his
cock and soon he was prodding my hole with it. He located my anus, spread
my ass cheeks and slowly began to enter me. I worried about it hurting, and
was prepared to beg Jan to pull out a couple of times, but I never did. His
prick hurt some as he eased into my hole, but before I knew it, Jan was all
with way inside me. My ass felt a whole lot better as I relaxed. Maybe my
hole was stretched enough from my first two ass fuckings that it wasn't
going to hurt that much anymore.

Jan began plowing me from behind as I sucked Jon's face and my fist pumped
his hard cock. Jon broke our kiss and pulled Jan's head over my shoulder,
French kissing his brother. This is weird, I thought. I remembered finding
being surprised when Jan and Jon kissed at the club last night. Still, two
twin brothers kissing was probably less weird than three brothers in a
mιnage-a-trois. I didn't care how weird it was. I wanted to get fucked,
and Jan's rod was fulfilling my wish.

"It's time," I heard Jon whisper to Jan. Jan pulled out of my hole, leaving
me hungering for the feel of a stiff cock inside me. He unfolded a thin,
microfiber blanket. I hadn't noticed him putting it into the backpack, but
it stuffed into a bag the size of two Coke cans, so it wasn't obvious.

Jon dropped to the blanket and pulled me on top of him. "Ride me, baby," he
panted. "Plant that amazing bubble butt on my cock." He slathered some lube
on his shaft and pointed it straight into the air. Hot and wanting my ass
fucked, I was on top of him and had his cock – PA ring and all –
inside my stretched hole in moments. "Oh yeah, baby, your ass was made for
my cock," Jon said as he grabbed my hips and began to guide me up and
down. I bent forward to kiss him.

I had no warning of what happened next, although looking back on it, there
had been hints. Jan crept behind me and I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks
apart. Moments later his hard rod probed at my already occupied hole,
demanding entrance.

What the fuck was going on? I felt my hole stretched to the max and
suddenly the head of Jan's uncut dick was inside me, too, sliding against
his brother's hard rod.

I gasped in shock, staring into Jon's lust-crazed, blue eyes as I realized
that Jan had invaded my ass. My ravaged asshole hurt. Or did it? I felt
like my brothers were about to rip me apart, but while my hole teetered
between hurting like hell and feeling great, I was taking two cocks
dramatically better than I could have imagined. In the back of my mind, I
wondered how many guys took two cocks at the same time within 24 hours of
losing their cherry.

"God, yeah, ram him bro," Jon growled. "I feel your cock touching
mine. We're double-fucking our slut brother."

I knew about double fucks from my occasional, secretive tours of internet
porn, but it seemed like something staged by porn studios and not something
that happened to normal guys. Certainly not something that would ever
happen to me. But here I was, my asshole impaled on both Jan's and Jon's
cocks. I moaned as Jan's fuck tool relentlessly and mercilessly took
possession of my hole.

After what seemed like an eternity, both twins were all the way inside
me. The pain of my hole being stretched too far mixed with the excitement
of having both of my brothers in my ass at the same time. I was getting
double fucked by Freddie Fox twins.

My chest was still flattened against Jon's, and Jan bent over my shoulder
to French kiss Jon. I felt an odd sense of alienation. It was silly, I told
myself. Jan and Jon had lived their whole lives together, and I could never
hope to be as close to them as they were to each other. It didn't
matter. They were using me to get off, and I was happy to
participate. Happy to have my butt double-fucked by my brothers. In fact,
more than happy. As Jan and Jon rutted in my ass, it began to feel amazing.

I hovered precariously between pain and pleasure. My anus felt like it
would split apart at any time, but the pressure of my twin brothers' dicks
inside me – along, of course, with Jon's PA ring – was awesome. I
felt slutty and dirty and incredibly happy all at once.

Jon mostly kept his cock buried in my hole while Jan slid in and out. Jan
began to pound my hole faster and faster, giving me an extra punch each
time he thrust into my ass. I felt trapped between my brothers' bodies, Jon
beneath me and Jan's chest pressed against my back.

I wondered how long I could take two rigid dicks in my hole, but
fortunately both Jan and Jon climaxed quickly, seeding my ass with brother
cum. Jan came first, yelling, "Fuck yeah!" as he rammed his cock into my
hole and I felt his balls discharge. Once Jan's balls stopped pumping and
he stopped moving, Jon lifted me up slightly so he could slam into my ass
from below. Jan kept his dick deep in my hole. It took only a few thrusts
before Jon groaned and panted, "I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!" My ass
soon felt extra sloppy.

Too soon, Jan's cock popped out of my hole, but he continued to press his
chest against my back, catching his breath. He finally rolled onto his
side, his eyes looking dazed.

I had no desire to lose the sensation of Jon's cock and PA ring in my ass,
but I could feel him softening. Jan grabbed me and pulled me in between him
and Jon. We lay in the sun, naked and sweaty.

"You okay?" Jan finally asked.

"Fuck, yeah," I answered. I hadn't cum and was still horny, although after
yesterday afternoon and last night I shouldn't have been. But just the
thought of what my twin half-brothers had done to my boi pussy kept me
stoked.

"That was amazing," Jon said. "Best damn fuck I ever had!"

We spent the day making love on the sand bar in the ravine. We didn't
double fuck a second time, but Jon and Jan took turns split roasting me,
one twin's cock in my ass and the other's deep down my throat. Both of them
seeded my asshole a second time. Jan gave me the most incredible blow job,
made all the more special because Jon was French kissing me the whole time
as I stroked his hard fuck tool.

Late in the afternoon, Jan and Jon started kissing and I watched in
amazement as they rotated and began 69ing each other. Watching my two
identical stud brothers stark naked under the sun, sucking on each other's
stiff cock, was like a live porn show. It was amazingly hot. It was kinky
because I was watching two identical twin brothers make love, but at the
same time, it was the most beautiful love scene I could imagine. Maybe it
was incest. Hell, it was totally incest. And totally hot and wonderful. If
two brothers wanted to get it on, who was harmed?

In between sex, we talked a lot. Jan and Jon were sent to boarding school
the moment they were old enough. Whether it was true or not, Jan and Jon
thought they had been exiled mainly so my aunt and uncle wouldn't have to
be bothered with them. I detected a note of resentment.

Their stories of boarding school portrayed a different world than anything
I had known. My sexual experiences growing up – actually, that should be
sexual experience, singular – consisted of one afternoon with Grady
Alloway, which didn't even involve cumming, so it barely qualified as a
sexual experience. Jan and Jon's boarding school was light years away. They
made it sound like they spent more time experimenting with sex than
studying. They talked and joked about classmates they had fucked, guys at
other boarding schools they had fucked, men they had fucked in anonymous
pickups in a nearby park, a kid who moved the campus lawn they had fucked
and, yes, even boarding school teachers and a coach they had fucked. The
coach sounded hot.

And it wasn't only boarding school. According to my brothers, modeling was
a non-stop sex party, broken by occasional camera shots.

It was clear, however, that my twin brothers were exclusively tops and did
not bottom. For anyone. Except for each other.

The details of my brothers' sexual shenanigans naturally came around to Jan
and Jon describing how they engaged in brotherly incest. "Hell, we've been
doing each other since we hit puberty," Jan said. "Technically, even
before. I started cumming first, and Jon was so annoyed that he whacked off
for three days until he had his first orgasm, too. He was pissed as hell
that I could shoot and he couldn't. Right away we started experimenting,
sucking each other and fucking each other."

"He fucked me first," Jon said, glaring at his brother. "Took my cherry and
juiced my ass before I even came the first time. I got him back, but in the
three days between my first orgasm and the night I balled him, the slut
gave another dude his virgin ass."

Jan shrugged. "Sort of. What can I say? One romp in junior's ass and I knew
I wanted to fuck as many boys as I could. I went for the low hanging fruit
– pun intended – first. There was this dude in boarding school,
Prentiss, who kinda liked me, even though he was like four years older than
Jon and me. Cute boy with a tight little body and sexy blond hair, and I'm
partial to blonds.

"The night after I fucked Jon, I went through the list of every boarding
school student who might be gay, and settled on Prentiss. I told him to
meet me and right away started kissing him and making out. The dude had
hoped we might kiss, but wasn't prepared to do anything else on what was
essentially a first date. But I had his shirt and jeans off in no
time. When I slipped my hand into his underwear, I got a big
surprise. Actually, a little surprise.

"The guy had a pencil dick. I kid you not; fully erect, it was the size of
my thumb. Fucking two inches long! It got hard but never expanded in
size. It was like a half roll of dimes. His balls were tiny, too, barely
the size of grapes. His junk was like a little toy.

"I resisted the urge to laugh, which was smart. I didn't care about
Prentiss' weird dick. I was after the dude's ass. Even after my discovery
of the toy cock, I kept telling Prentiss how much I wanted to fuck him. He
wasn't giving in, though. Fucker had never done anything, much less taken
it up the ass, and it bugged him to think he was gonna get balled by a kid
who was four years younger than he was. Prentiss started the night thinking
we were only going to kiss, and suddenly he's naked with his hand wrapped
around a real cock and me telling him I was going to slide it into his
pussy and turn him my bitch.

"I wasn't planning on letting Prentiss use my ass. After the way Jon
complained when I did him, I figured it would hurt. But Prentiss' pencil
dick gave me an idea. I figured taking a tiny cock would be easy. So I told
Prentiss that as long as he let me fuck him, I'd let him do me first
because he was older.

"He was interested but still reluctant, so I played my last card. I edged
Prentiss until he was ready to blow and told him that with his pencil dick,
he might never get another chance to fuck a guy, because every dude would
treat him as a bottom. And I added my final concession. I told him I would
suck on his cock and he could shoot inside my ass. Fuck, the dude was only
16, but I guess he thought his last chance to get his tiny tool sucked and
in a guy's ass was about to disappear, so he went for it.

"Taking Prentiss' cock was nothing, plus he came in like two
minutes. Fucker didn't have it as easy with my cock. When I got my turn in
his ass, he cried and screamed, but hey, a deal's a deal and I wasn't
passing up an opportunity to bust another cherry.

"Afterwards, it was awkward with Prentiss. He stopped talking to me at
school and seemed embarrassed. But about two weeks later, out of the blue
he tells me to meet him and all he wants to do is suck my cock and play
with it and then get fucked up the ass. It was like my dick was the first
real cock he had ever touched and he couldn't stay away. After the first
time, the dude never once said a thing about fucking me again. Once I
pounded him with my cock, I think he understood what he could do with his
prick wasn't real fucking.

"Prentiss was my blond boy bottom for two years until he graduated. I made
a point never to make fun of his pencil dick, and I think he was grateful
for that. And Jon got in on the action, too. One time Prentiss wanted to
hook up, but I couldn't meet him. Jon had been bugging me to set him up
with Prentiss, so I sent Jon. Dude never knew the difference. That was
before Jon got his dick pierced.

"Funny thing, though, is that a couple of weeks later Prentiss asks about
Jon. I told him Jon liked fucking guys, too, and the dude asked if he could
meet both of us. We tag teamed the bitch back to back, and he loved
it. Pretty much we nailed him as a duo from then on out. Nothing made
Prentiss happier than having a cock in his ass and one in his mouth, and
getting seeded at least twice, sometimes four times.

"As soon as Jon and I began tag teaming him, Prentiss turned into the
biggest whore. I kid you not. By the time he was a senior, half a dozen
guys were using Prentiss' ass on a regular basis. Prentiss was so
embarrassed by his pencil dick that he was certain the only way he could
ever have sex was to bottom and let guys fuck him. Plus he was so desperate
to see and touch a real cock that he couldn't stay away.

"One of the dudes that fucked Prentiss regularly was that kid we were
telling you about who mowed the campus lawns. Jon thought the dude was
always scoping us out, so one day he told the kid that if he bottomed for
us, we'd get Prentiss to bottom for him. The kid debated for two months and
then told us to meet him behind the swimming pool one Friday
afternoon. Dude didn't like getting butt fucked at first, but he got into
it. Very next day, the dude had barely finished the lawns before Prentiss
is behind the swimming pool, sucking the dude's sweaty cock and throwing
his legs in the air to get fucked. All it took was a single suggestion from
Jon.

"Weird thing is that Prentiss is a senior in college now – he's cuter
than ever – and he's got a boyfriend on the college basketball team who
has a massive dong but digs the pencil. Go figure. I guess opposites
attract. They flip flop fuck all the time, so Prentiss gets to top after
all. I'm thinking, however, that I'm probably the only guy other than his
boyfriend that Prentiss has ever fucked in the ass."

Jon said, "I gotta admit, my brother has very good taste in bubble
butts. Prentiss was an amazingly good fuck, and I don't normally go for
cute."

Jon punched Jan in the arm and said, "You know, you're gonna have to live
with the fact that you lost your cherry to a guy with a toy dick. If you
had waited day or two, you could have had your virgin ass taken the right
way."

Jan shrugged and replied, "Jon and I tried fucking each other a couple of
times, but it never really worked and we gave up. We're both tops."

"But," Jon added, "You're the perfect solution to that little problem." He
bent over to lick one of my exposed nipples.

"It's a good thing you didn't inherit our assholes," Jan said. "Three tops
is worse than a crowd."

"Yeah," Jon snickered. He added, "Too bad you weren't in boarding school
with us. I could have been sowing my wild oats in your awesome ass for six
years!"

"And we would, have, too," Jan said. "If you had been around, Prentiss
might still be a virgin and his boyfriend might still be dreaming of a
pencil." Jon snickered.

The twins made a couple more cracks about me bottoming before Jan paused
and said, "The party doesn't have to stop at the end of spring break, you
know." Jon frowned, and I got the impression it was one of the few times he
didn't know what was in his brother's mind. Jan gave us both a thoughtful
look.

"We're done with boarding school in two months," he said, "but to be close
to the modeling agencies, we're gonna enroll at Columbia next fall and live
in New York. You could do your last year of high school in the city. There
are some great private schools Dad could get you into. We're gonna live in
a townhouse Dad owns in SoHo. We'll have the place to ourselves. The `rents
are there like once a month." Jon reacted to Jan's idea with a big smile,
causing Freddie Fox's dimples to show.

As exciting as Jan's idea was, there was a major problem. "My parents would
never let me do that," I said.

"Maybe they would if it was good for your career," Jan said.

"What career?" I snorted.

"Duh," Jan said. "Your modeling career. You're a dead ringer for Paddy
Mitchell, and if he got hired by Abercrombie and Calvin Klein and Vuitton,
then you're a lock. Hell, with your jaw line and the family lips and hair,
photographers will be hungry for you. Doesn't hurt that you're the son of a
famous fem fatale and the younger brother of twin models. We can get you
into our agency and connect you with the right people. How can your parents
object to a job that can pay big bucks?"

"My dad will never even let me leave town for modeling interviews," I said.

"He won't have to," Jan said confidently. "There's a fashion photography
convention in Vegas at the end of the week, and simultaneously there's a
huge multi-agency open casting call for male models. All the big agencies
will be here, including our agency, ready to cull through thousands of
modeling wannabes. By the time you head back to Illinois, you'll have a
modeling contract. Either that," he added with a confident smile, "or Jon
and I will have a new agent and a new agency."

This might be a shot at getting out of southern Illinois. I had been
plotting to escape in a year, when I went to college, but Jan's plan might
get me out earlier. And I already had a fake New York driver's license.

How did I feel about living with my brothers and being their bottom boy?
Getting dicked by two mirror images of Freddie Fox was as close to a dream
come true as I could imagine. In 24 hours Jan and Jon had transformed me
into a bottom slut, and there was no going back. I was their bitch boy baby
brother, and proud of it. What happened in Vegas was not staying in
Vegas. I was ready to take the show on the road, ready to live with my
brothers and let them use my ass whenever and wherever they wanted.



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