Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2016 16:31:13 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Happens in Vegas - chapter 6

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER SIX – DINNER WITH THE `RENTS

By the time we hiked back to the boat and ate dinner, Jan announced it was
too dark to make it back to the marina. The two bottles of wine we killed
with dinner may have influenced his decision. So we spent Monday night on
the boat. After fucking all afternoon, I didn't think anyone would be
horny. But we were trashed from the wine and we goofed around in the hot
tub, ending on the roof deck huddled under comforters to ward off the
chilly night air.

Something about being wedged between my naked half-brothers made it hard
for me to resist playing with their cocks. I wasn't necessarily trying to
get them hard. Rather, I liked feeling their manhood and massaging their
smooth balls. But one thing led to another and finally Jan said, "Fuck,
dude, if you're gonna play with it all night, get down there and suck it!"

I jumped to comply, slipping under the comforter, slowly licking Jan's cock
and taking it in my mouth, enjoying the sensation of his dick hardening,
pressing slowly against my throat. We showered after hiking down the
ravine, and Jan tasted like he had the first time I took him into my mouth,
after we showered in the penthouse gym. It didn't seem possible that that
was only 48 hours ago. I had spent much of the last 48 hours with one of my
twin brothers' cocks in my mouth or my ass.

Jon apparently was feeling left out, because he slid next to Jan and tugged
my head over to his cock. With the choice of two identical cocks to suck, I
began to alternate between the two, keeping Jan rock hard and slowly
coaxing Jon's dick to full mast. It was getting hot under the comforters,
so I tossed them off. I was greeted with the vision of my two brothers
kissing, their awesome torsos shining in the moonlight.

I was torn. On one hand, they had done nothing but make me feel welcome and
part of the family. They had even talked of the three of us living together
in New York. And I couldn't imagine losing my virginity to a guy more
wonderful than my big brother Jan. I had never experienced two days like
the last two. I had never been as happy as I had been on those days,
either.

But Jan and Jon had lived together for 18 years. They shared every
momentous event of their lives, along with all of the mundane ones, too.
Their first sexual experiences had been with each other, and they continued
to make love to each other. I could never hope to be as close to them as
they were to each other. And maybe the only reason they tolerated their
hick little brother was because they were tops and I put out.

So what? Jan and Jon shared things I would never share with them, but that
was merely a consequence of them being identical twins. They were already
professional models at 18 and had lived in a jet set world of wealth and
privilege. I had been sheltered in the middle of the country, never having
been on a plane until two days ago, and, plain and simple, had grown up
poor. In one sense, it was amazing I had anything at all in common with my
brothers, except all three of us were gay as we sort of looked alike.

Enough with the philosophizing, I thought. Time to get to work. I had two
stiff cocks to suck.

I went back and forth between my brothers' cocks, trying to sense how close
each brother was to climaxing. I had a rigid prick in each hand and wished
I had two mouths so I could suck on each cock at the same time. Jan and Jon
eventually turned on their sides until their cocks touched. I couldn't get
both of them into my mouth at the same time, but it was easy to move from
cock to cock.

I began to stroke the cock duo, gripping each tool at the base and sliding
my hand up the spit-soaked shafts. I sensed my brothers getting closer as
their breathing got heavier.

I had no – zero – warning that the twins were going to climax. All at
once thick gobs of hot cum were oozing from the two cocks. To this day, I
can't say who came first. I might have succeeded in bringing the two studs
off at the same time. Or maybe with their tongues buried in each other's
mouths, they could sense how close they were. Regardless, I was treated to
two loads that I happily lapped up before snuggling between my brothers.

"You have no idea how freaking awesome you are," Jan said to me. I opened
my mouth, feeding him the remnants of his and Jon's comingled cum. Jon
wanted some too, pulling my head toward him and ramming his tongue into my
mouth. "Now, we're gonna make it up to you," Jon murmured.

The twins went down on me together. I had two mouths and four hands working
over my cock and balls. Along with several fingers inside my ass, massaging
my prostate. I wondered if I should do that to my brothers the next time I
sucked them off. Maybe not. They told me they were tops, so maybe they
didn't like guys playing with their holes. On the other hand, I was a
rookie cocksucker, so maybe I should be taking notes.

Two blond heads were feverishly attacking my junk, and I knew my ability to
hold out was dissipating fast. Sure enough, I shot my load into one of my
brothers' mouth, far too soon. I had no idea which brother got me off, but
it didn't matter much, because, after sucking my cock dry, my brothers were
French kissing, sharing my load.

The next morning, Jan piloted the boat back to the marina, but we didn't
get an early start. We slept late, spooning under the comforters on the
roof until the sun made it too hot. I had one brother behind me and one in
front of me all night, and I loved it. I had a feeling I was coming between
my brothers, cumming too, for that matter, but if they wanted a night alone
or if one of them wanted to be in the middle, I was fine with that. But
until that happened, I was prepared to make the most of sleeping between
them.

After we ate breakfast, Jan was ready to start the boat when he looked at
my naked ass and said, "Fuck, your boi hole is too enticing. I can't drive
all the way back to the marina with a fucking boner. Come here."

Jan started kissing me, working his way down my chest and abs to my leaky
cock. He didn't stop there, diving down to my balls and eventually my
asshole. I kept thinking I should be taking notes on how to make love, but
I also kept thinking I merely wanted to drink in the amazing sensations.

I knew Jan was after my ass and by the time he prodded my hole with his
stiff fuck stick, I was moaning and eager to get fucked. He slipped the
head of his cock inside me, waited for me to relax, and then powered all
the way into my hole. My cock was happy, my ass was happy, and I was happy
as Jan settled into a leisurely and thorough fuck of my ass.

Damn! In my mind, Jan was back to being Freddie Fox, and I was back to
being one of Freddie's conquests. Jan's wavy blond hair was tousled and
sexy, and his awesome, ripped body looked amazing as he concentrated on
plowing my ass. I pulled his head toward me, hungrily kissing him and
letting him take possession of my mouth with his tongue.

"Yeah, you like your big brother's cock breeding you, little bro?" Jan
gasped. I groaned in the affirmative and grabbed Jan's ass cheeks, pulling
him farther into my hole.

I mentally counted how many times Jan had balled me since we first met. In
slightly over 36 hours, my big brother was seeding me for the fourth
time. I got a rosy glow thinking that Jan liked fucking my ass. I sure as
hell knew I liked getting fucked. I wasn't going to get tired of this
anytime soon, if ever.

It wasn't long before Jan's pace quickened and I knew he was close. I
pulled him into me, lifting my head up to suck one of his tits. Jan gasped
and piston fucked me in rapid succession ten or fifteen times before
groaning and blasting a load into my butt.

Jan was panting as I pulled him into one final kiss. "Thanks," I
mumbled. "For... everything."

My oldest brother chuckled and said, "You're something else. Why the hell
didn't we track you down years ago?"

We left as soon as I had cleaned off Jan's cock and he climbed into his
board shorts. Jon waited to take the pressure off his morning wood until we
were underway, then fucked me doggy style on the roof deck as the shores of
Lake Mead slipped past and the boat rocked softly. I had a funny feeling
that I was in the scene in the movie Titanic where Jack is hanging over the
bow of the ship. I wasn't exactly hanging over the bow of the boat, but
getting my ass fucked by Jon's pierced cock as the shores of Lake Mead
drifted past was hot. Outdoor sex was definitely underrated.

We were back in Vegas in time for a lengthy workout. Happily, my muscles,
sore after their maiden effort in the penthouse gym, had recovered enough
that they didn't hurt too much.

"Dinner with the `rents, dude," Jan announced as we finished the
workout. "Mom got back from Chicago this afternoon and Dad has blocked off
the night as `quality time'." Something told me the twins were not looking
forward to the occasion, but were resigned to their fate. I began to get
nervous. I had never actually met my uncle or my aunt.

Apparently dinners with my uncle and aunt were a semi-formal events. At
least this one was. My bag still hadn't been delivered, but it wouldn't
have mattered, because I hadn't brought any dress clothes. I didn't really
own any. Jan produced a starched white shirt to go with a pair of dress
pants that, like the jeans I wore to the club, threatened to slide off my
hips at any minute. My tennis shoes wouldn't do, so I shoved my feet into a
pair of Jan's dress shoes, fortunately only a half size bigger than my
shoes.

Jan and Jon both were wearing sports jackets, but Jan assured me that I
didn't need one. Then he rethought and gave me one of his. "Size 40,
regular," Jan announced as I slipped into his jacket. "Perfect fit on
you. That's the sweet spot for male models, you know," he added. I had worn
sports jackets to church but never for dinner.

The three of us traipsed upstairs to the top floor of the penthouse. My
uncle apparently heard us arrive – it would have been hard not to, given
how much noise Jan and Jon made – and emerged from his study to meet
us. I was startled. My uncle was Alex Pettyfer. Well, not the real Alex
Pettyfer, but a dead ringer for what Alex Pettyfer would look like in five,
ten years at the most.

Like Freddie Fox, Alex Pettyfer was a British actor. And like Freddie Fox,
I had a huge crush on him. My mom had permitted me to go to a movie Alex
starred in early in his career – Alex Rider: Operation Stormbreaker –
in which Alex played a teenaged kid who becomes a British secret agent. The
movie was okay, but Alex Pettyfer's tousled blond hair and handsome face
had me from the opening credits. I wanted nothing more than to be Alex
Rider's loyal sidekick, ready to spring into action whenever he needed
me. And ready to spring into bed with him whenever he needed to get off.

My mom permitted me to watch a couple of Alex's later movies, but by the
time he was cast in Magic Mike, there was no way my parents would let me
go. I consoled myself by watching clips on the internet and jacking off to
Alex's shirtless pictures, of which there were plenty.

My uncle had the same masculine look that Alex Pettyfer had, along with the
dimple in the middle of his chin, high cheeks, and the long straight jaw
that Alex had. I wondered if my uncle had the same tattoo on his pecs that
Alex had, which started me down the path of imaging what my uncle looked
like shirtless, in his underwear and finally naked. How totally fucked up
was that? I mean, I was practically perving about the uncle I had barely
met.

Dinner was served at a huge, oval table that probably could have seated
twelve or fifteen comfortably. With only five of us arrayed around the
table, it was far from intimate. But very little about the sprawling
penthouse was intimate. I was seated between Jan and Jon, and opposite my
uncle and aunt, which unfortunately meant they directed their questions and
conversation mostly at me.

"Are you enjoying Las Vegas, Jen?" my aunt asked. She didn't look much over
30 unless you focused on the tell-tale signs of repeated plastic
surgeries. She was beautiful in a way that was a far cry from the way my
mother looked, although my mom would look a lot better if she tried a
little. Frumpy was apparently the desired look for preachers' wives in
southern Illinois.

"Very much, ma'am," I answered. "I really appreciate you having me out for
spring break."

"Oh, we're delighted you were able to come," she said. "You're welcome any
time."

"Thanks, ma'am," I replied. I was concentrating hard on making sure I used
the right utensils and waiting for my brothers to start eating each dish
that was served, so I knew exactly what to do. And I was totally freaked
out that I had an elegant crystal glass of wine in front of me. Until the
night before with Jan and Jon, I had never tasted the stuff, but found it
kinda neat. Jan and Jon made quick work of their glasses – they were
refilled, of course – so I guessed that my brothers were used to
drinking wine with dinner. I could get used to it.

"How was the lake?" my uncle asked. "Did you boys do any swimming?" He was
Alex Pettyfer. He didn't look much over 30 either, but apparently my uncle
got there on his own, without any surgical help.

"Just from the boat to shore, when we hiked Lost Gulch," Jan
replied. "Water's cold this time of year."

"How far into the ravine did you go?" my uncle asked.

"We went all the way in," Jon offered, glancing at me and stifling a grin,
"it's pretty tight." His eyes danced and I saw Jan bite his lip to keep
from cracking up. I realized the `ravine' Jon was talking about was my ass
crack and my two brothers were sharing another of their inside jokes.

My uncle, clueless about his sons' joke, nodded and asked, "What's on tap
for tomorrow?"

Jan composed himself enough to answer, "We're thinking we'll get Ren to
take us out to the Grand Canyon in the helicopter. Jen'll probably like
that." He exchanged another one of his knowing glances with Jan. I had been
around my brothers for slightly over 48 hours, but I already knew their
private exchanges meant something was up.

The food was great, but it felt strange to have a waiter and a cook for
five people. I surmised that Jan and Jon didn't have to do dishes after
dinner like I did.

As we finished dessert, my uncle rose from the table and said, "Do you have
a minute, Jen? I have something we should discuss."

Did I have a minute? Like, where else was I going to go? My uncle's
question wasn't a question at all. I had been summoned to his
study. Recalling similar summons to my father's study, I gave him a wan
smile and weak, "Yes, sir."

On the way to the study, I had a sudden fear that my uncle had discovered I
was gay. It was an echo of my persistent fear that my parents would find
out. This was worse, however, because I would be accused of seducing both
of my brothers. Fuck, I thought, incest is illegal. You can probably get
locked up for it.

I was numb by the time we entered the mammoth room my uncle had turned into
his study. "Sit down, son," my uncle said, pouring himself a drink from a
sizeable bar along the wall of the study facing the floor to ceiling view
of the Strip. "Would you like something to drink? Scotch? Vodka?"

Didn't my uncle know I wasn't old enough to drink? It was apparent I was
supposed to take something, so, recalling Jon at the bar on Sunday night, I
asked hopefully, "Uh, Jack Daniels, sir?" As soon as I said it, another
worry surfaced. What if my uncle found out about the three of us being at
the bar? Underage drinking. Crap, I thought. My wonderful stay in Las Vegas
was getting very, very complicated.

Hearing my request for Jack Daniels, my uncle gave me a knowing smile and
cracked open what appeared to be an unused bottle of Jack. He filled a
heavy crystal glass halfway with whiskey and handed it to me. I took a
small sip, feeling the liquid course down my throat, burning the entire
way.

My uncle was watching me closely. "You resemble your mother," he said with
a sad smile. "So do your brothers, but their look is slightly different. Do
you miss her?"

I was six months old when she died, so what could I miss about her? "Um,
sometimes, sir," I mumbled. On more than one occasion I wondered what life
would have been like if she hadn't driven off that cliff above the French
Riviera. I was pretty sure Monaco would have been far different than
growing up in the sticks of southern Illinois.

We chatted a bit more, my uncle avoiding any mention of my parents, and
after a pause he changed the subject. "I own a number of high tech
companies, Jen," he said, swirling his drink around as he sat on the edge
of his big wooden desk. "One of them specializes in genetic testing. With a
swab of your DNA, we can search a database of millions of people to look
for matches. That might – no guarantee – but it might identify your
birth father. Is that something you would like to try?"

I hadn't anticipated this turn of events. My birth father? Because of the
circumstances of my birth mother's life, I never had any hope of knowing
who my birth father was. I stared, dumbfounded.

My uncle took another long drink. "Jan and Jon have given samples, but so
far they haven't yielded any hits. That's not to say we won't find
something one of these days. The testing technology is sound, but we lack
the extensive database needed to find matches. In time, that will
change. I'd hazard a guess that in your lifetime, we'll know who your birth
father was. That is, if you want to know."

I knew what my decision was. I took a big drink of Jack, feeling it burn
down my throat. "Yes, sir," I said, "I've always wanted to know. Do you
think it might work?"

My uncle smiled at me, raising his drink to touch my glass. "It just might,
Jen, it just might," he said.

I had no idea what I had to do to give a DNA sample. I assumed I probably
had to check into the hospital for a day or two. But it turned out to be
nothing and my uncle did it on the spot. A few swaps from my mouth was all
it took, although to ensure we covered all the bases, he took a small drop
of blood with a pinprick. My uncle made a quick phone call, and in less
than half an hour someone arrived to pick up the samples. My uncle
apparently didn't wait around for anything.

After the DNA thing was done, my uncle told me a few stories about my birth
mother, in between periodic checks of email and voicemails and two short
phone calls. Inevitably, the conversation turned to my father and
mother. My uncle's jaws clenched for much of the time that we discussed his
brother. I was tempted to ask what had caused his falling out with my
father, two decades ago. I suspected my father's fixation on evangelical
religion was mostly to blame. But I steered away from the question, and
before long, my uncle was talking about his private equity fund and the
portfolio companies he owned. I had no idea what most of what he said
meant, but I was content to be out of the danger zone of family
relationships.

Having guzzled the entire glass of Jack, I stumbled to bed late in the
night, sleeping by myself for the first time in Las Vegas. My bag still had
not been delivered, so lacking any alternative I crawled into bed naked. As
I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how much I missed Jan and Jon. I
missed their cocks, their kisses, their awesome bodies, their Freddie Fox
looks.

But not for long. I was sound asleep when one of the twins poked his head
into my room and said, "Whadda doing in here?" In the dark, without the
telltale signs of their earrings, I couldn't tell which of my brothers was
speaking. Before I could answer, my brother crossed the room and grabbed my
hand, pulling me out of bed. "Come with me, hot stuff," he said, "this bed
is for show only. No sleeping allowed. Not when you possess a fine ass and
a hot mouth and your big brothers possess cocks that need servicing."

Jan and Jon's room was enormous and graced with two king sized beds. "We
used to have twin beds," Jon explained. I knew he was Jon only because he
was naked and my hand had inadvertently brushed against his PA ring. "Mom
decided we should have separate rooms years ago, but we told her no
way. However, sleeping together in a twin bed sucks, so we asked for twin
kings. They had to combine two bedrooms to create this space. Pretty cool,
huh?"

I crawled into what turned out to be Jan's bed, snuggled between the two
twins, feeling happy. We were tired, and I was a little drunk after a glass
of wine and what seemed like a tumbler of Jack, so the night passed without
any sex. In truth, after my day in the ravine getting double fucked,
followed by taking Jan and Jon's cocks this morning, my raw ass was very
pleased to have some recovery time.

It wasn't much recovery time, however, because Jan and Jon made up for lost
ground early next morning. I woke to discover Jon's bare leg draped across
mine as Jan opened the window shades to the twins' bedroom. The open shades
revealed a wall of floor-to-ceiling glass windows and a spectacular vista
of the Vegas Strip. But I got only a glimpse of the view, because in
moments I could see nothing other than Jon's crotch as he grabbed my head
and shoved it toward his already-hard cock. "Yeah, baby bro," he growled,
"you know what to do big brother's big cock. Suck it, baby."

I really had to piss, but Jon didn't give me that option as he guided my
head from his cock to his balls and back again. I wasn't giving him a blow
job as much as letting him fuck my throat. After a few minutes, he got on
his knees and began to face fuck me, still holding my head with his hands.

Meanwhile, Jan took advantage of my exposed ass. He moved behind me and
greased my hole. I felt his stiff cock probing at my anus and I hoped my
ass wasn't going to be sore and that taking Jan's hard cock wouldn't hurt
too much. I must have been clenching my ass because Jan got the head of his
cock past my sphincter and then snuggled on my back, purring, "Open up,
baby bro. Open up for your bro's cock. You need your ass fucked and I need
to cum your boi pussy."

I concentrated on relaxing my ass and Jan slipped farther inside. I felt a
quick stab of pain and must have flinched, because Jan reacted by pulling
almost all the way out. "Relax baby, relax that ass for my cock. You're
gonna get fucked."

Jan's second attempt at sliding his cock inside me was a success. I felt
his trimmed pubes against my smooth ass cheeks almost before I knew he was
pushing his dick back inside me. "Fuck, yeah, baby, your ass is tight and
right," Jan said.

The morning split roast was on. Jan pummeled my ass while Jon rammed his
cock down my throat. I think my brothers were French kissing as their cocks
occupied my holes, but with my vision restricted to Jon's trimmed pubes and
flat stomach, I couldn't tell for sure. My ass was feeling fine as my big
brother occupied it. I was having to concentrate and breathe when I could
to avoid gagging on the slippery fuck pole wedged down my throat.

I worried that I wouldn't be able to keep from pissing as Jan drilled my
butt, because he began pounding me really hard and I was afraid that a deep
thrust would force some piss out of my bladder. But I didn't have too long
to wait before both of my brothers quickened their pace and I could tell
they were close. I swear, they came almost simultaneously. I could pinpoint
the exact time when Jon's cum flooded my mouth, but was distracted enough
by gulping down his jizz that I wasn't certain when Jan seeded my
ass. However, by the time I licked the last couple of drops of babybatter
from Jon's prick, Jan had stopped pumping my ass and was panting as he
French kissed Jon.

Happily, I made it to the rest room in time, but not without a last scare
when Jon slapped my bare butt and for a second I was sure I was going to
lose it. Finally getting a chance to piss felt great, but what was better
was the taste of Jon's thick ball juice on my tongue. I wondered if every
morning of my spring break was going to be like this one. I sure as hell
wasn't going to complain if that was what happened.

TO BE CONTINUED...


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