Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2016 10:55:13 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break Happens in Vegas - chapter 7

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SPRING BREAK HAPPENS IN VEGAS

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER SEVEN – GRAND CANYON FUCKING

Only three days after my first flight on an airplane, I was excited to head
back to the airport with Jan and Jon for a helicopter flight to the West
Rim of the Grand Canyon. Jan drove his black SUV to a small terminal that
handled helicopter sightseeing flights. We got weighed – important, we
were told, to balance the helicopter – and endured a safety video. My
twin brothers greeted the video with bored indifference, spending most of
the time texting and emailing. Jon claimed he'd seen the video countless
times before. I paid close attention.

After the check-in, we were escorted onto the tarmac to a waiting
helicopter. "Hey, Ren, whassup dude?" Jon said, high-fiving the pilot. I
recognized him as the guy who flew me to Vegas from Illinois. If it was
possible, he looked even better than he had on Sunday. He smiled more than
he had then, and when he smiled he looked incredible. On Sunday, I had been
too nervous to do much more than glance at the dude. Seeing him standing in
the morning sun, it was apparent that had been a mistake. The pilot was
hot, plain and simple.

"Just planning picnics for the likes of you," Ren smiled, "but I'm always
happy to get some air time." He shook my hand with a smile and said it was
good to see me again. From my point of view, it sure as hell was good to
see Ren again, up close and in person. His muscular forearms and biceps and
his big chest looked even better than I remembered, and I had already
consigned my memory of my first meeting with Ren to my collection of future
jack off material.

From the airport, Ren took the helicopter on a loop around Vegas, mostly
for my benefit, but it was cool seeing the giant casinos from the air. He
detoured over Hoover Dam, which was awesome, before flying over Lake
Mead. The bathtub line we had seen from the lake was clearly visible, a
bleached white line of rocks above the water line. Jan pointed out the
alcove where we docked the boat on Monday. It seemed a long time ago that
Jan and Jon had double-fucked me in the sandy ravine above the alcove, but
I thought I could make out where the cut of the gulch started.

During the flight, I kept looking at Ren, pretending to be taking in the
distant scenery when I was actually scoping out the close-up scenery in the
pilot's seat. He was clean shaven, with a square jaw and thick lips. His
forearms were smooth, but crisscrossed with thick veins that danced on his
arms as he flew the helicopter. His thighs pressed against his pants,
promising layers of hard muscles.

The Grand Canyon was spectacular. I was enthralled, both by the scenery and
getting a birds-eye view of it. Living my entire life in the rolling hills
of southern Illinois, I had never seen anything like the Canyon. Ren
followed the snaking Colorado River, muddy and low because the spring snow
melt in the Rockies had not yet started. We landed on a shelf of land just
above the river, deep inside the Canyon. Even though it was midday, parts
of the canyon walls were still in deep shadows.

As soon as we got out of the helicopter, Jon announced, "Okay, boys, rule
number one. No clothes allowed!" He quickly stripped off his T-shirt and
shorts, staring into my eyes as he wiggled his ass and seductively slipped
off his boxers over his hips. Standing only in his flip-flops, he grabbed
his junk and licked his lips. "You like what you see, bro?" he asked.

Jon knew good and well that I liked what I saw, but I was wondering what
the hell he was doing, carrying on like that in front of Ren. But Ren
didn't seem to be phased in the least, grinning at Jon's antics. My
attention was quickly riveted on the hot pilot, who calmly stripped off his
uniform, revealing an amazing body. By the time the strip show was over,
the flyboy wore only sunglasses and a pair of hiking boots that made him
look rugged and hot.

As usual, I was late to the party, having stared at my three companions
stripping without getting anything done myself. By the time I disrobed, Ren
and Jan were spreading out four of the microfiber blankets we had used on
Monday. "Let's go down to the river," Jon said, pulling me with him.

"Wait!" Jan yelled. "Sunscreen, remember? The agency will blow a fuse if
your milky white shoulders turn lobster red." He tossed us a couple of
bottles of sunscreen, and Jon, grumbling, slathered me in sunscreen while I
did him. Despite the fact that the sun was never going to shine there, Jon
seemed intent on getting as much sunscreen into my ass crack as
possible. Rubbing my hands over Jan's chest and abs – and ass cheeks –
was hot, but as much as I liked Jan and Jon's hot bodies, I was wishing I
was in Jan's shoes – sandals, actually – and was greasing up Ren's
muscles. By the time we finished with the sunscreen, my cock was semi-hard.

Seeing the riverbank and poking our feet into the water was cool. Standing
in the water, Jon pulled me into a deep kiss, his tongue jammed down my
throat. His hands drifted down to my butt, and he kneaded my ass cheeks,
slipping his long fingers into my sunscreen-coated ass crack. "Damn," Jon
said, "I can't keep my hands off your awesome ass. You are one smoking hot
fuck!" I started to get hard yet again.

On the climb back to the helicopter, Jon insisted that I go first, saying,
"Bro, a camera man could get a damn Oscar just for filming your ass cheeks
walking up this trail. I'm gonna watch the entire show." He couldn't resist
slapping my ass several times, making me worry that my ass would look like
it was already sunburned.

By the time we reached the helicopter pad, Ren and Jan had put out a lavish
picnic. We attacked the spread, washing it down with two bottles of
wine. Ren passed on the wine, shrugging and saying one of us needed to be
sober enough to fly. By the time lunch was over, my head was spinning. Not
being used to drinking alcohol, I was an easy drunk.

After lunch, we took a short walk to the base of the canyon cliffs, where a
trickle of water cascading down the canyon walls had created a tiny
pond. It wasn't enough to swim in, but we splashed around and got wet, and
Jon took the opportunity to land a couple more blows on my ass. The hot sun
dried our skin in no time.

Back at the picnic spot, Jan announced, "I'm ready for a little cream for
dessert," and crawled between Ren's legs. I watched wide-eyed. It was one
thing to turn our little shelf of land into a nudist camp. It was another
to have sex with the pilot.

Jan began licking Ren's cock, coaxing it to attention before swallowing the
thick shaft. The ripped pilot smiled at Jan as his blond hair flopped
around and his head bobbed up and down. It was now clear beyond the shadow
of a doubt that Ren not only wasn't bothered by my brothers' sexual antics,
he was completely on board.

Jon watched the show for a minute or two, then squeezed his cock and looked
at me like he was thinking, "What are you waiting for?" I mimicked Jan,
crawling between Jon's legs and going down on him. Fortunately I was at
enough of an angle that I could see Ren and his six-pack abs as Jan chowed
down on the pilot's fuck pole. But I didn't do all that much staring,
because I was getting off on sucking Jon's cock and making him moan. I
loved watching my Freddie Fox look-alike brother's expressions as I took
his cock down my throat.

"Oh, yeah, suck that dick," Ren growled. "Oh, fuck your mouth is hot," he
added. Ren and Jon were side by side, propped up on their elbows and
watching Jan and me slurp on their fuck tools. It occurred to me that
anyone flying a helicopter over the river would get an eyeful.

I worked on Jon long enough that I was expecting him to pump his load into
my mouth at any minute, but instead he said, "So, Ren, you wanna use a boy
butt this afternoon? One awesome, tight bubble butt is available if you're
interested in sampling it. It comes highly, highly recommended." He slapped
me on the ass, snickering.

"Fuck, yeah," Ren announced without hesitation, a hungry look on his
face. Jan pulled off his dick, and Ren stroked it as his thick, fleshy cock
head, wet with spit and pre-cum, glistened in the sun. He gazed at me like
a wolf spotting a crippled deer. Of course, a deer would have trying to
escape, and the last thing in my mind was trying to escape the hunky pilot
and the weapon he held in his hands.

Ren got behind me and I felt lube in my ass crack. I was a little worried
about taking Ren's cock, because it looked pretty thick when Jan was deep
throating it. But I kept sucking Jon's cock, waiting for the assault. It
came sooner rather than later.

The head of Ren's fat prick slithered between my ass cracks and in moments
Ren breached my hole, getting the head of his cock inside me. I couldn't
breathe, not because Jon's hard shaft was all the way down my throat but
because I was holding my breath, sensing an impending stab of
pain. Instead, just as my ass threatened to object, Ren pulled out, saying,
"Fuck, his ass is so tight I need more lube."

Re-lubed, Ren wasted no time in penetrating me again and this time he
didn't stop until his pubes were crushed against my ass cheeks. I gasped at
the feeling of his thick dick, but went back to work on Jon's cock. I had a
feeling my brother might be close.

Jan, deprived of Ren's cock to suck, climbed on top of Jon, straddling his
chest, and fed his brother a pre-cum coated cock. If I looked up, had a
view of Jan's hard glutes flexing each time he thrust his cock into his
twin brother's mouth. If Ren was surprised to see the two twins having sex,
he didn't let on. He took it as matter-of-factly as he had the order to
strip and Jon's sexplay antics. Of course, Ren was concentrating almost
exclusively on slam fucking my until-recently-virgin hole. He kept moaning
and hissing, "Fuck, yeah. Oh my God, what a fucking tight hole!"

Jon shot first, blasting a load of thick, hot cream into my mouth without
warning. I frantically licked and slurped, trying to catch every last
drop. Once I milked what I could, I slowed down and continued to suck Jon's
softening cock until he finally pulled me off.

Realizing my mouth was free and sensing his brother wasn't into sucking
cock now that he had blown his load, Jan turned around and fed me his
cock. I was split roasted as Ren pounded my ass and Jan face fucked
me. They weren't at it very long, however, before Jan blew, grabbing my
head and holding it still as he pumped his load so far into my throat that
I could taste almost none of it. As I had done with Jon, I slowly continued
to work on Jan's spent prick, coaxing every last drop of cum from it and
leaving it nice and spit-cleaned.

By the time Jan pulled his cock from my hungry mouth, Ren was panting and
fucking my ass furiously. "Fuck, you like that baby?" he growled. "You like
my cock fucking you in the ass?"

"Yeah," I moaned. I looked up to see Jan and Jon staring at us, their
mouths slightly open. Twin Freddie Foxes, their hot bodies on display, were
eagerly watching the show. "Fuck me!" I added.

"Damn, your ass is tight," Ren moaned. "Oh, damn you feel good!"

Ren quickened his pace. His big hands began pulling my hips backwards each
time he thrust into me. "Oh, yeah, baby!" he cried.

Ren let out a guttural groan and shouted, "I'm fucking cumming! I'm
cumming, I'm cumming!" His big hands clamped on my hips so tightly that I
felt he was totally in control of my body. He pulled me backward at the
same time he thrust forward one last time. "Oh God, yeah!" he moaned. His
cock spasmed and jizzed, dumping volley after volley of spunk into my hole.

Ren pulled out of me quickly, still panting. Having cleaned Jan and Jon's
cocks after they climaxed, I thought nothing of turning around and
swallowing Ren's dick. It was fatter than Jan and Jon's, and I wanted it in
my mouth, wanted to explore it, wanted to find a tiny bit of Ren's ball
juice to see if it tasted different than the two loads I had already
swallowed.

"Yeah, baby," Ren purred. "Show me how much you love my dick. I love it
when a dude sucks my cock after I've fucked his ass."

And I love it when a man likes my ass and my mouth, I thought. What the
hell had I been missing out on during my sheltered life in southern
Illinois?

The afternoon was more of the same. We took another walk to the tiny
waterfall, but only as a brief break from fucking. Returning from the
falls, Jan put me on my back and pushed my knees up to my head, saying,
"Yeah, bro, roll that asshole up so I can drill it." He powered into me in
one wild thrust, making me gasp as my hole was filled with cock. It didn't
hurt, though, and it occurred to me that getting opened up by Ren's big
cock helped. I moaned as Jan rammed his cock into me repeatedly.

I took Jan's load and then Jon's, still on my back. I wanted both of my
brothers to seed my ass to go along with the loads of their cum I had
swallowed earlier.

Ren watched the twins fuck me in the ass, slowly stroking his cock back to
life. When Jon climaxed, he pulled me on top of him, saying, "Ride me,
baby. Ride my big cock."

Why the fuck not, I thought. If my boi hole wasn't stretched to the max
after taking three cocks, it was never going to be. I lowered my ass on the
hunky pilot's fat cock, moaning and begging Ren to fuck me crazy. He looked
hungry as he guided my hips up and down, his cock sinking into me each time
I lowered my ass. I relished impaling myself on the hot pilot's thick dong.

I hadn't cum yet, and I overheard Jon say, "I kinda like him horny and
crazed like this. I'd say he's a keeper."

"Dude," Jan said, "he hasn't cum yet. All afternoon. We owe him that much."
Jan lowered his head so that each time I raised my ass above Ren's cock, I
powered my pre-cum drizzling cock into his mouth. Jan probably had his
mouth on my dick for like 45 seconds before I blasted my load. Ren followed
shortly after, clamping his hands on my hips and holding me still while he
thrust his beer can prick into my boi pussy and dumped a second load of
flyboy ball juice into me.

We collapsed into a heap, enjoying the warmth of the setting sun. I was
relaxed and happy, and I think I napped a bit.

"We better head back," Ren announced, breaking the peaceful silence. He
added, "Your mom is expecting me tonight," as he climbed to his feet and,
to my disappointment, began to grab his clothes. Ren had an amazing body
and I wasn't done gawking at it. Of course, I wouldn't be done after a
month of staring at it, either.

I watched the stud pull on his boxers and pants and finally his shirt, his
awesome chest disappearing behind half a dozen buttons. With the show over,
Jan, Jon and I reluctantly located our clothes and stuffed things into the
picnic baskets while Ren busied himself preparing the helicopter.

"Your mom flying somewhere tonight?" I asked Jan and Jon.

Jan and Jon exchanged smirking grins and Jon laughed openly. "Yeah," he
said. "She's gonna fly on the same stud pole that just poked your tight
ass." My mouth dropped open and my eyes betrayed my shock.

"Mom and Dad have their marital `accommodations'" Jan explained. "Ren is
Mom's current accommodation. He's a great guy and a damn good pilot, but
rookie pilots get paid crap until they get enough experience to land a job
at one of the major airlines. Dad figured out several years ago that it was
much better to buy a plane and keep a pilot on the payroll full-time rather
than fool with fractional ownership or getting a different plane and pilot
for each trip and driving his secretary crazy with last minute scheduling
changes, most of which didn't work out anyway. Dad wanted a pilot, Mom
wanted a gigolo, and Ren had perfect credentials for both jobs and was in
the right spot at the right time and got hired. He gets paid to do the two
things he loves to do – fly and fuck – and he's damn good at both of
them.

"By the time Mom gets tired of Ren and finds a new resident stud puppy, Ren
will have enough experience flying and Dad will pull a few strings to get
him into the majors. It works out perfectly for everybody. Dad has his
pilot on call at any time, day or night. Mom gets a horny, oversexed
22-year-old hunk that fucks like a madman whenever she wants her pussy
filled. Ren gets a hot cougar to bed, a cushy job and a severance package
that will put him exactly where he wants to be in a few years."

"It works out for us, too," Jon added with a lecherous smile. "As you just
saw. Ren is a damn horny boy, and Mom only wants it two, best case three
times a week. Maybe only once. Ren hates beating off, and even though he's
straight, he's open-minded about sex, at least open-minded enough that he
doesn't mind getting off in a guy's wet mouth or tight ass. So, when we're
around, he's very happy to take blow jobs from us. Three or four times a
week, maybe more. He's gonna love having you around, cuz he'll have the
option of a hot ass to go with mom's pussy and our mouths. Based on what
just happened, it's clear Ren is rather fond of your tight hole. You may
see more of his fabulous cock while you're here than Mom does. Or we do."

"I gotta say, watching Ren fuck you up the ass was worth the price of
admission," Jan added. "Seeing that boy's naked body and his muscles when
he's in full fuck mode was awesome."

I was silent, glancing over at Ren, working on the helicopter. I wondered
if my brothers' story about Ren was true. It seemed, well, weird. "Does
your dad know about, you know, Ren and your mom?" I asked, still not quite
believing what my brothers' had said.

"Oh, yeah," Jan replied. "Dad and Mom may have their faults, but dishonesty
isn't one of them. Like I said, they each have their accommodations, and
those are all above board. Plenty of give-and-take with the `rents." I
wondered what my uncle's `accommodation' was, but I had a feeling I would
find out soon enough.

"Your dad isn't, like, angry or jealous?" I asked.

"Nah," Jan said. "You're only angry or jealous if a dude is taking away
something you want. Dad has a big ego, but not when it comes to mom's
cunt. Plus, he does regular threesomes with Ren and Mom, at least once a
month. We can't get Ren to tell us if he and Dad have ever fucked or sucked
each other while they are doing her, although Ren let it slip once that Mom
likes to watch, so we're thinking they must do something together. We know
she likes a man in her ass and one in her pussy at the same time."

My head was spinning. Ren was my uncle's pilot and my aunt's regular fuck
stud. He did threesomes with my uncle and aunt. My brothers blew him
regularly. The arrangement had a scandalous, incestuous feel to it.
However, while it was kinky, it wasn't incest. I, on the other hand, had
been guilty of incest every day since I set foot in Las Vegas. And I wasn't
about to stop anytime soon.

I was fitting right into my brothers' world, having gotten fucked by the
family pilot. Ren had had sex with the entire family, plus me. Deep down, I
was happy that I had one more thing that made me a part of my brothers'
family, even if it was totally bizarre.

TO BE CONTINUED...


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