Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party: Chapter 6
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Chapter 6: Saturday Night
Part 1: Arrested Development
"Who is it?" Jeff said through the door when he heard a loud rap from the other side. We were all down in the sunken living room. Jeff was just coming out of the bathroom.
Everyone had assembled in our room after the show. We were already a little tipsy after multiple cocktails and two rounds of Jamison Whiskey, purchased by Tommy who was under the misguided belief that was high quality hooch. Manly? Yes. High quality? No.
Thirteen of the fourteen of us were all jammed into the living room area, standing around drinking bottles of Sam Adams that Eric and Jake had waiting for us in an ice-filled cooler next to the window. Tristan had deserted us after the show. Jeff and Logan both asked about him but Jake just said he was meeting a friend who happened to be in town too and would catch up later. We clinked our bottles and watched the straight porn that Jake had put on the TV screen in an effort to continue the bachelor party vibe. The lights of the strip looked amazing. The sun had just set and there was still a faint glow along the mountain silhouette on the western horizon.
The porn was making me even more horny. The evening had been a great time: happy hour cocktails in the restaurant in the replica of the Eiffel Tower at Paris, a half hour with all of us around the same craps table at the Bellagio after watching the fountains dance to Frank Sinatra, and seeing a Cirque du Soleil show after dinner at Delilah at the Wynn. Eric wanted us to see the Beatles "Love" but got over ruled by Jake who got tickets for "O" instead because he said it symbolized "orgasm" and that was more appropriate for a bachelor party. It had nothing to do with orgasms but the athletic men in tights were hot and the acrobatics were amazing.
We'd stopped at a bar for shots on the way back and were now settled in for a party in our room before we disbanded for the night. It was just after 11:00 which seemed late after the long day, but was still just the beginning of a good Saturday night in Vegas.
I didn't want the group to disband, but I was horny and wanted the real fun to start. Will and I had both been looking forward to what we assumed would devolve into some group action as an after party, but I wasn't sure how that would all go down. I assumed Eric had no idea what might happen later, but Jake would have at least thought about the possibilities. It had been unclear exactly what he was interested in these days, until what happened in the sauna this afternoon made it obvious he still liked some man on man, at least occasionally.
Jeff opened the door.
"Good evening. I'm officer Rodney Zucker. This is officer Mehov Are you Will Sampson?" The handsome police officer asked. He was a white guy, about 5'-10", who looked a little over 30 with dark hair, a mustache, and a heavy five-o'clock shadow. His crisp dark blue uniform was tight across his muscular chest and his biceps looked as if they would tear open his sleeves at any moment. He had a thick black belt with a gun and short night stick hanging off each hip. Behind him, stood a taller black officer, who was at least 6'-3" and had a bulky, muscular physique that was also testing the capacity of the uniform's seams.
"Uh...no, officer." Jeff said. "He's over there." He pointed to Will who was standing in his typical off- white chinos with his button-down tropical shirt completely unbuttoned and hanging open to show off his smoothly-shaved pecs and fuzzy golden happy trail. He stopped mid-swig and got wide-eyed when we saw the cops at the door. He furrowed his brow and walked up the four steps to the main level and walked toward the officers.
"I'm Will. What's this about, officer?" Will said, respectfully. "Did Jacob get into some kind of trouble?" I turned to look at Jake who had an uncharacteristically sad look on his face. I understood Will's reaction, but after all Jake had done to organize this weekend, it seemed unfair and made me sad too.
"We have Tristan in our holding cell right now." Officer Zucker said.
"Wait, What?!!?" Jeff said. "What's happened? What did he do? Is he alright?" Jeff stepped forward, visibly agitated.
"He fine." Officer Zucker said. "You are?"
"I'm his father, Jeff Sampson." He said. "What's going on here?"
"Tristan's been detained for underage gambling, Mr. Sampson." The black officer replied in a deep, stern voice.
"He's 18, officer." Jeff said.
"The legal age here is 21, Sir." Officer Zucker said. "Is Mr. Giordano here as well?"
"I'm Mr. Giordano." I said walking up the steps and standing next to Will. Eric was in the room so I assumed this had nothing to do with him. "How I can help you?"
"I'm afraid you're both under arrest." Officer Zucker said. "Can you please turn around and put your hands against the wall." He started to read us our Miranda rights just like they do on Law & Order.
"WHAT!?" Will and I both said at the same time.
"What for?" Will continued. I was too stunned to speak but I felt dizzy and my pulse started racing. I felt panic start to overwhelm me. I'd never been arrested in my life, never even been in any trouble other than a few speeding tickets. How was this possible? How could I be responsible for anything that Tristan did? How could Will? Why weren't they arresting Jeff? If anyone was responsible, it was his father, although I thought Tristan was 18. He's legally an adult! My mind was racing.
"What are we being arrested for?" Will asked, sharply.
"You're being charged with corruption of an underage individual. This is your party; is it not?" Officer Zucker said.
"How does that make us responsible??" Will said, now noticeably getting more annoyed and aggressive.
"You might want to check your attitude, Mr. Sampson, unless you want to add resisting arrest to your charges. Up against the wall. NOW!" Officer Zucker barked.
Everyone just stood, frozen and silent except for Jake who said, "This is crazy! What the fuck?" His voice sounded nervous but also had an added edge of excitement in it.
Will and I both turned and leaned against the wall with our arms out in front of us.
The black officer came up behind us and kicked our feet apart and then grabbed each of our hands and placed them behind our backs in plastic zip tie handcuffs. Will and I looked at each other. I was nervous and felt myself start to sweat. He seemed angry.
"We're going to have to search you." Officer Zucker said. He stood behind me and his black buddy stood behind Will. They kicked our feet apart even further which put us both off balance. Officer Zucker got up close, pressing his entire body against mine. I felt his bulge and his hard belt buckle against the top of my ass. If I hadn't been so nervous, it would have felt hot. He ran his hands around my biceps and then reached around and patted down my chest and stomach. He felt the side of my hips and then ran his hands over my crotch and down my legs. He squatted behind me and then grabbed my ankles and ran his hands up my legs, gently squeezing as he went.
"Is this really necessary?" I asked. "What do you think is on us? We just went to Cirque Du Soliel, for fuck's sake."
"Just routine, Sir." Officer Zucker said. "Please stand still."
"Hey! Watch it!" Will said, tersely. I wasn't sure what happened. I looked over and Will's eyes were wide. His shirt was open so the other officer was ahead of my officer by a couple of steps.
Officer Zucker reached my thighs and then bumped the back of his hand up against my balls. "Ummph!" I grunted. His hand shifted and he rotated his palm to face up and grabbed my junk for a brief second. Then he released it and went in reverse order back down my other leg. The last thing he did was run his palms over my ass and then patted me on the back. "This one's good." He said to his buddy.
"This one's good too." Officer Mehov said. "Very good."
What the fuck did that mean?
"Ok. We have some questions. Please sit down." Officer Zucker said, standing just a couple of feet in front of us. His black buddy grabbed two side chairs by the back and placed them next to each other. We sat with our arms still restrained behind us.
It was then that I noticed the officer's name tags. The white one was "Rod Sucker." He'd been pronouncing it as "Zucker." His black counterpart's said, "Jack Mehov" I said both names to myself: 'rod sucker and jack me off?'
Oh my god! I thought and started laughing.
"What the fuck?" Will said, turning to glare at me. Everyone else looked at me with a mixture of amusement and surprise. I wasn't sure if it was amusement that I'd figured it out or surprise that it had taken this long. Now I was amused that Will still didn't know.
"Read their name tags out loud." I said. Both 'officers' looked at each other and smiled.
"What?!" Will said, still concerned and irritable.
"Read 'em. Out loud." I said.
"Rod Sucker....and Jack Mehov." Will said. He said it again as if to himself but still out loud. He furrowed his brow. "Wait...sucker? I thought it was Zucker."
"Rod sucker." I said. "He'll suck on your rod."
The lightbulb went off and his eyes got wide. Then he read the black officer's name again, "Jack Mehov...jack me off" He busted out laughing. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!"
Everyone in the room busted out laughing and cheering.
"But...how did you...?" Will said, scanning the room, looking at faces. Dix was laughing so hard. Then he looked at Jeff. "Did YOU know?!?" Will asked his brother directly.
"Of course." Jeff said, smiling wide. "You think I'd just sit still if Tristan was in some kind of detention?"
"Wow. I thought you were weirdly calm...and quiet. Nobody said a fucking word! Did everybody know?"
"Not exactly what was going down, but Jake told us to just go with whatever happened...that it was all part of the plan." Dix said. "That was fucking impressive acting, guys."
"Thank you." Officer Sucker said. "We've got the routine down. Jake just helped us with what to add. He knew what you'd believe, I guess."
"Even though there was no legal basis for any of that bullshit." Office Mehov added, smirking.
"Wow. Jake." Will said. "That was...very impressive. You really had me going." Jake just nodded but didn't smile. Will noticed and paused. "I'm sorry about what I said. I really didn't think you could have done anything...you know...worthy of the cops. I just didn't know why else they'd want to talk to me. I knew I hadn't done anything." Jake looked down but then looked back up, right in his father's eyes. "You really have a talent for this party stuff. I was impressed already, but this was...next level." Jake could see the genuine pride Will had and finally smiled back. Even his eyes smiled. "Now can we get out of these handcuffs?"
"I'm afraid, not just yet." Jake said. "Get their pants." He commanded. Aaron and Brandon grabbed my chair. Aaron unbuckled my pants and Brandon pulled me up by my armpits so Aaron could pull my pants down to my ankles. I struggled, confused. I looked over to see Dix and Eric doing the same to Will.
"Underwear too?" Officer Sucker asked.
"Fuck, No!" Jeff yelled from the back, turning to Tommy. They both smirked and shook their heads as if they assumed he was joking. That was a bridge too far.
"Seriously, no one wants to see that!" Logan said. "That's fucking nasty!" Jake looked at Aaron and rolled his eyes. I was oddly sort of offended. My junk wasn't nasty and he'd already seen it and had appeared to be aroused by it, albeit discretely hiding under a sheet on my massage table.
"I guess we need to take a vote on it." Jake said, smiling.
"What?!" I yelled. "What the fuck!? No fucking way!" Will was shocked into silence. He looked me. I couldn't read his expression beyond confusion. Then he looked at Jake.
"All in favor of losing the underwear too?" Jake said. The room laughed and cheered and immediately Dix's hand went up followed by Aaron's and Brandon's. Arjun's was next. I looked at Seth who shrugged and smiled and slowly raised his hand as well. 'That horny little pervert,' I thought and shook my head, still glaring at him. He blushed and looked away.
"So...five for naked. All opposed?" Jake asked. Jeff's and Tommy's hands went up. They both looked at Will as if trying to convey their efforts to save him from the embarrassment. Eric appeared to be debating but raised his hand, smirking at me, enjoying keeping me in suspense. There was no way he wanted to see his father naked and tied to a chair. Then everyone looked at Logan who was just staring at us in our underwear. He caught his father's gaze and was instantly jolted from his trance and immediately raised his arm up high.
"So, five votes for naked, only four opposed." Jake said.
"Tristan would definitely vote, 'no'." Jeff said.
"Well then he should have been here." Jake said.
"You haven't voted." I said, knowing I sounded desperate which I realized was exactly what Jake wanted.
"I'm the master of ceremonies; I don't vote. Besides if I was going to ignore the fact that my father thought the cops were after me, I'd only tie the vote." He added. "The authorities haven't weighed in yet. How do officers Rod Sucker and Jack Me Off feel about it?"
The two officers looked at each other and smiled. "NAKED!" They both shouted. Those in favor, cheered and high fived each other. Will looked at me again and shook his head.
"C'mon guys... this has gone far enough." Will said, annoyed.
Aaron and Brandon grabbed Will's chair. The fake cops grabbed mine. The four of them pulled my tighty whities and Will's gray boxer briefs down to our ankles too. I felt myself blush as the cool air hit my balls and my ass cheeks felt the fabric of the seat cushion. It was a humiliating feeling being naked in front of room full of fully clothed guys. I realized that I'd been naked already with almost all of them though and started to calm down. I tried not making eye contact with Tommy who was the only one who hadn't already seen my birthday suit.
I glanced around the room. Eric was talking to Jeff and wasn't really paying attention. Seth was smiling and couldn't stop glancing back and forth between our naked bodies. Logan stared right at our junk. Instead of looking smug, like I'd expected, he looked as shocked as I felt. He turned and sat on the bed and started looking at his phone. I was worried he was going to snap some photos. I still had a short sleeved button down shirt on, the tails were covering my pubes but I looked down to see my dick fully exposed, poking straight out over my balls. Will's shirt was still on as well but was wide open and almost falling off one shoulder. His longer cock was resting on his thigh - his neatly trimmed golden-brown bush was completely on display under his treasure tail. He looked so good. I turned back to the crowd.
"What now?" Will asked, directing it at Jake and sounding as if he had retracted his pride.
"Cirque wasn't the only show tonight." Jake said, smirking. "Hit it, Boys." He added and tapped his phone to make some music play from a cylindrical speaker that had appeared on the nightstand. "Baby Got Back" began to blast from the back of the room. The guys giggled and smirked. The officers grabbed the legs of their uniforms and yanked on them like skilled Chippendale dancers, pulling their breakaway pants off to reveal the same, uniform-colored booty shorts filled with large manly packages underneath.
The white officer had a prominent bulge making a big round mound in the front of his shorts. The black guy's long, black-guy dong was filling out the front of his shorts as well, snaking off toward his right hip. His bulbous head was large enough that I could tell he was cut. We couldn't tell at that moment but their booty shorts were assless - the tails of their uniform shirts mostly still covered them.
"Ok, I'm outta here." Jeff said, looking a little annoyed. "One night of watching guys dancing in their skivvies is as much as I should be asked to do."
"You wanna hit the casino floor?" Tommy asked him. Jeff nodded.
"I'm with you guys. I can see this show at home anytime." Eric said, trying to be both funny and diplomatic, and not really wanting to give his father the indignity of watching him ogle strippers, naked. Jake had no such desire to spare his father's feelings.
"You coming too?" Jeff asked Logan who appeared to be texting someone.
"In a minute." Logan said over the loud music without looking up from his screen. "I'll meet you down there."
I was relieved when the three of them worked their way around the back of the room and made an Irish exit without even making eye contact.
Aside from Logan, the only guys that remained were ones who were as interested in watching the officers strip down as Will and I were. That offered a small amount of relief and I was able to relax a little and go back to focusing on the muscular bodies, gyrating right in front of us.
The officers were shaking their hips and thrusting at us and then bent their knees and hopped forward to the beat, grabbing their junk. They started to strip off their shirts, leaving their holstered guns across their muscular chests. The white guy had trimmed black hair dusting his pecs and the black guy was hairless and had massive, protruding pecs and gigantic biceps.
Then they both turned around showing us their exposed asses and then slowly lowered their booty shorts to reveal hot pink thongs. They pulled their shorts all the way off and kicked them across the room. Seth caught one of the pairs and began to swing it around on his index finger. My officer twerked his ass and then bent over to show me his package from behind. I felt myself start to get aroused. It was partly the adrenaline of relief at not being actually arrested and partly because I knew the guys watching were enjoying the view as much as I was, but mostly it was because Officer Sucker was hot as fuck and had the perfect furry otter ass. The short black hairs swirled across his round ass cheeks and the pink thong almost completely disappeared amongst the mass of dense black fur that lined his crack. I was pleasantly surprised he hadn't shaved or waxed it away.
The crowd gasped and cheered and I looked over at Will. The black officer was straddling Will and rubbing his floppy pink pouch up and down Will's abs. His curved manhood had already risen to a full, stiff erection and was bobbing and twitching as the officer's knees rested on Will's thighs.
"You're a lucky man." Officer Sucker whispered in my ear when he saw Will's stiff rod.
"That's why I'm marrying him." I said. He dropped down to a squat so his face was in front of my crotch. He blew on my dick and then leaned backwards, arching his back to catch himself with one arm. He spread his legs and began to thrust his groin up toward me. I could see his pump dick curve over the top of his tight scrotum inside his pink pouch. I could tell he was cut too. He jerked his pelvis, making his fat prick flop around in front of me. I felt my cock grow more and looked away to stop it.
Instead, I caught Seth's eyes and then Dix's. I saw the lust on their faces as they watched my dick crawl up my thigh and spring upward until it was swinging back and forth like a metronome in front of my navel. It finally stopped, pointing straight up at my chest.
"Fuck yeah!" Dix said loudly. Seth groped himself through his dark blue slacks. He had a visible tent inside. Jake was smiling victoriously from the bed, behind everyone else, sitting against the headboard. I wondered if he was hard too. He loved this control and our awkward embarrassment.
The more I tried to will my cock to go down, the harder it got until I felt my nuts up tight against the base of my cock and precum start drooling down the exposed underside of my shaft. Seth licked his lips. I knew he was beyond horny. He'd just been released into Dickville a few hours ago.
The second song ended and Jake made another announcement. "Now it's time for a couple of games."
Uh oh. What has he cooked up?
"That's my cue to leave." Logan said. He stood up from the bed. His shirt was untucked now and he looked a little flustered and disheveled. "I don't want to know what happens next." He gave our naked bodies one last once-over and smirked and left the room. Brandon watched him leave. I couldn't read his expression but it wasn't the look of annoyance I'd expected. I was glad he was gone. His presence was a black cloud over the festivities.
"Aaron! The blindfolds." Jake said. Aaron hadn't been paying attention. He had been texting as well. He was probably used to strippers - both he and Brandon saw them all the time at Cell Block. He looked up and walked over to the nightstand and grabbed two eye covers - the kind you'd see wealthy or famous people wear to bed or on an airplane to ensure they had total darkness. They looked like shiny, black, silk goggles. He walked over and put them on Will and me. Suddenly everything was black.
All of your other senses are heightened when you're blindfolded. I was suddenly keenly aware of the music, which had changed to Shaggy's 'Wasn't Me.' I don't think these guys were even alive when that came out. I felt cool air rush across my exposed nut sack and my wet shaft as I sat naked. I heard whispering and people shuffling.
"We're gonna see if you can identify who you're kissing." Jake said. There were gasps in the room, but I couldn't tell from whom. "Who's gonna start this off? Don't say anything; just come over here and line up." Jake said as though he was a game show host.
I was nervous but weirdly excited. I'd never kissed someone I didn't know. I guess that wasn't true. I'd kissed random guys on the dance floor of Cell Block on more than one occasion but I could at least see who they were and what they looked like before it happened.
I felt the presence of someone in front of me. They put their hand on my thigh. Then they slowly moved it up toward my torso until I felt their fingers brush against the side my rigid shaft. It distracted me enough that I was caught off guard when their lips touched mine. They were soft and their breath was cool and minty. He slipped his tongue inside and pressed his mouth harder against mine. I recognized the feel and taste of his mouth. It was Dixon. He was a great kisser. I wanted to reach out and touch his face or run my hand down his chest to find his swollen manhood too, but was trapped and could only use my mouth to explore.
"That's enough there Buddy." Jake said. Dix pulled back but then gave me one more peck for the road.
"Thanks, Dix." I said. Everyone cheered as if my correct guess was accompanied by a cash prize. He grabbed my boner and gave me a gentle squeeze before moving away, happy I'd gotten that one right.
"Mmmmmm." Will moaned and I heard their sloppy kiss next to me. I wanted it to be my mouth on his. "That's Dix, alright." More clapping. "Ooohh!! Thanks, Buddy." Will added. Dix must have grabbed his cock as well. I'm guessing that was going to be a precedent. My stiff cock was starting to need some attention. I knew all of these guys - well, except the strippers but they weren't more ornamental at this point. I was finally comfortable and relaxed, even though I couldn't see. I felt like I was in the presence of close friends and all friends we've messed around with before, so I was suddenly flooded with a level of horniness I wasn't expecting.
I heard someone else get close to me. I felt the hair on their legs touch mine so I knew it was Brandon because he was the only one who'd changed into shorts. I'd never kissed him before and was a little curious and anxious. He put his hand on my shoulder and then his mouth touched mine. He thrust his tongue into my mouth right away. It was firm and fat, just like his cock. I moaned and sucked on his tongue. I felt myself get harder remembering that first time he saw me getting fucked by his roommate, Ethan. I wanted to stroke my cock so badly. Then he pulled away. I wanted more.
"Was that Brandon?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"You gotta stop saying who it is." Will said. "This game isn't fair." A second later I heard him moan as Brandon kissed him too. I wanted to see how Aaron reacted.
"Are you really concerned about the score, Dad?" Jake asked. Will didn't answer. He was more competitive than I was.
"Start the next one with Will." I said trying to keep things fair. I didn't care at all. What I cared about was that my cock was aching for some attention. Then I heard another sloppy kiss going on next to me: the wet smacking and heavy breathing and nearly silent moans. I wondered if it was someone new or still Brandon. "Oh, yeah." Will added breathlessly. He was turned on too. I could hear it in his voice. "Yeah...squeeze it; that feels so good."
"What?" I said. "What feels good??" No one said anything but suddenly I felt a fist wrap around my shaft and it started pumping it up and down.
"Oh, yeah." I said. "That feels-" Aaron's lips landed on mine before I could finish my sentence. I recognized his cologne and his smaller mouth, and the sound of his breathing. I grunted as he continued to jack me off.
"That was Aaron." Will said.
"It was." I added.
"Damn." Brandon said, apparently surprised we'd been right on the money so far.
Next came three in a row that I couldn't guess - not even Seth, who I thought I might figure out even though we'd obviously never done it before. Will couldn't either.
"Those were your new buddies, Officers Jagoff and Sucker." Jake said. "And the wild card in today's game, Seth, who wrapped things up." I never would have guessed. I wanted to kiss them all again after learning the order. They all had very full lips that were fun to kiss. Will had correctly guessed the black guy. I wondered how he got that one right.
Then Arjun kissed me. We'd shared many in the past - even shared our mouths over Will's stiff cock while we both blew him together while he watched a football game so, even though I would have guessed from his thick beard, I knew his taste as well. I guessed correctly making me the clear winner. I wanted to kiss Jake, but knew he wouldn't participate. We hadn't kissed since that camping trip so long ago. His mouth felt like his father's, but Will had more skills as a kisser.
Maybe later.
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Part 2: Flashback to the Pool
"Hey, Little Cuz." Logan said to Jake as he sat down on the lounge chair next to him. Everyone else was in the pool. Logan had been waiting for an opportunity to speak freely to Jake without anyone else around.
"What's up, Bro?" Jake said, casually tilting his head toward Logan and clasping his hands behind his head. His arm pits and a narrow line of skin down the sides of his torso were pale by comparison to the golden tan of his upper body. He'd scooted the waistband of his multi-colored, paisley swim trunks down on his hips, exposing an extra couple of inches of nearly white skin below the regular line to expand his tan down further and intentionally showing off the tiniest hint of trimmed pubes, hiding behind the white drawstrings that were flopping up onto his abs.
Logan put his face closer to Jake's. "So...I overheard you talking about getting your dad and his boyfriend a professional last night." He said.
Jake was surprised. It was another example of why he needed to be more careful about his conversations. "What'd you hear?"
"That's pretty much it." Logan said.
"And?" Jake said, looking over the top of his shades and moving one hand down to slide under his waistband to casually scratch his junk, briefly exposing a little more of his bush in the process. It distracted Logan, who couldn't help but glance down at Jake's crotch. Jake cleared his throat and Logan made eye contact again.
"And I heard Tristan won big and wanted to take advantage of those services as well." Logan said. "The little horn dog. I'm not even sure he's not still a virgin." Jake just looked at him. "C'mon. Fill me in."
"I think Tristan might be expecting some discretion." Jake said.
"C'mon, Cuz." Logan said. "We're all in this crazy weekend together. We should all be having some fun."
"So what'd you have in mind?" Jake asked, wanting to hear Logan describe his ideal escort 'date.' He'd been watching Logan for twenty-four hours and had some suspicions about the source of his douchebagery.
"So, you got a contact?" Logan said. "Is it an agency or what? Is there a website? How does it work?"
"No website." Jake said. "I'll text you the contact data. You just text them and tell them what you're looking for and they'll text you back."
"Like, with a price?" Logan asked.
"Yup."
"What about pics?" He asked.
"They'll text a couple. But only after you've made it pretty far into the process." Jake said.
"Cool." Logan said and rolled onto his back and stretched out on his lounge chair. Jake grabbed his phone and tapped it a few times. Logan heard his phone ping.
He reached into his pocket and shielded the phone screen with his hands to read the message. "Why are there two numbers?"
"Oh, one's for women. One's for men...or other." Jake said.
"Wait, what?" Logan said, not understanding if 'one for women' meant for women to call, or to book a female escort.
"The top number is for female escorts and the bottom number is to rent men." Jake said, casually. "It's the same agency I guess, but they have two different numbers depending on what you want."
Logan paused. "Why the fuck did you give me both?!"
"I wasn't sure what you wanted." Jake said, staring at him. Logan scowled and opened his mouth with his teeth on his lower lip as if about to start saying something beginning with an "F", when Jake interrupted him.
"I'm fucking kidding, Bro. Jesus." Jake said. "No need to get so defensive. That's just how they texted me the contact data; I just cut and pasted it." Logan's expression softened and he forced a smile. "Use whichever one you want." Jake added.
"Fuck you." Logan said. He felt defensive but managed to deliver that with enough playfulness to conceal his irritation.
"Hopefully they have more than one girl since I'm pretty sure Tristan's already set to go tonight. He's using Aaron and Brandon's room tonight." Jake said.
"No shit?" Logan said. "He's got it all planned out. Where are those two guys going?"
"I have a feeling they'll be busy tonight. Things might get crazy later." Jake said. "Plus, I don't know how many hours Tristan paid for."
"Fourteen grand can buy a lot of hours." Logan said, smirking.
"No shit." Jake said.
"So, did Aaron and Brandon call the bottom number?" Logan said, with a strange mix of condescension and excited curiosity.
"Don't think so." Jake said. "They're pretty exclusive...plus, there's no shortage of guys on this trip that would give their left nut to have a shot at those two."
"Really?" Logan said, letting his guard down.
"Well, you've seen 'em." Jake said. Logan shrugged. "Fuck off. Give me a break. You're not fucking blind. Brandon's literally turned every head on the strip." Logan raised his eyebrows and gave a small sideways nod of acknowledgment. "And Aaron's...you know."
"You know...what?" Logan said.
"You haven't noticed?" Jake said. "C'mon, Man. It's hard not to notice."
Logan's eyes got wide again as he pictured Aaron's white Speedo. Then he scowled. "Ah, you mean he's..." Logan couldn't bring himself to find acceptable terminology.
"Hung like a donkey?" Jake said, smirking.
"Is it really as big as it looks?" Logan asked and then immediately regretted it. Anyone would be curious though, right?
"It'd make a porn star blush." Jake said.
"Damn." Logan said. They both sat in silence for a minute. Jake was picturing Aaron's meaty cock. He wasn't sure what Logan was picturing, but his bulge seemed more prominent than before.
"Good luck tonight." Jake said.
"I don't need luck, little Cuz." Logan said and he stood up and walked away toward the building.
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Part 3: A little Later at the Pool
"So one of you should be expecting a text later. And since we're in Vegas, we should place a little wager on which one of you will get it."
"What are you talking about?" Aaron said.
"Who's gonna be texting us and for what?" Brandon added.
They sat down next to each other on the lounge chair on Jake's left. Brandon absentmindedly put his hand on Aaron's knee and then let it slide down to the inside of his thigh.
"Logan overheard Eric and me talking to Tristan about the escort service we used last night. He's been pissing me off all weekend and I think it's because he's hot for dick." Jake said. "I think it's time to find out."
"What??!" Aaron said. "I don't know. I think he's just a douchebag."
"Hmm." Brandon added. "You could be right. I caught him looking at me a bunch of times."
"Like, looking at you...like, checking you out?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah. He was staring at your big one too." Brandon said.
"Yeah, but everybody doesn't that." Jake said, just to give Aaron shit even though it worked against his argument. "Plus...I overheard Matt telling my Dad that he got all boned up during his massage."
"That happens to everybody." Brandon said. "Doesn't it?" He blushed.
"Was a dude giving him the massage?" Aaron asked.
"Affirmative." Jake said. "Plus, I guess, Matt got wood and that's when it happened for Logan."
"No shit?" Aaron said, smirking. "Well, I guess that would explain a lot."
"Doesn't fucking excuse it though." Brandon said.
"That's where the phone numbers come in." Jake said.
"Wait, did you give Logan OUR phone numbers instead?" Aaron asked, catching on. "How's that supposed to work?"
"I told him they only correspond via text." Jake said. "So, I sent him both numbers like I'd just casually cut and pasted it and told him one number was for renting a female escort and the other was for renting a male escort."
"Renting?" Aaron said. "Seriously?"
"What?" Jake said. "That's what it is. You're renting their time."
"And their pussies." Brandon said.
"Or their dicks." Aaron said.
"Or their mouths." Jake said.
"So...what?" Aaron said. "You just wanna see which one he calls?"
"Exactly." Jake said. "My money's on him calling you, A."
"I've forgotten already, is my phone the dick rental?" Aaron asked.
"Exactly." Jake said, smirking.
"What if he calls Brandon?" Aaron asked.
"I didn't get that far in the plan." Jake said. "I'm feeling pretty confident that we won't need a Plan B, but I guess we just give him the real number that I gave Tris." Aaron shrugged indicating that seemed reasonable.
"So what do we do if calls me?" Aaron said. "Who do we send? And where?"
"We send ourselves."
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Part 4: Back to the Blindfolds
"The next game is called, "Rate the Blowjob." Jake said. I heard a low murmur from everyone but couldn't make out if it was shock or excitement. "Volunteers can line up in front of our naked judges and will be scored on a combined assessment of their abilities in the following categories: throat depth, technique, and overall style."
I started to laugh at the mock seriousness with which Jake was exhibiting his master of ceremonies role.
"Each contestant will have two minutes of performance time." Jake added. "Anyone who causes...an eruption, will be immediately declared the winner, but we're dealing with seasoned judges here today so I don't expect anyone to clear that high bar."
I heard shuffling around and whispering. I heard both Seth and Dix laugh and then stifle themselves.
First round: clock starts in...3...2...1...go!" Jake said. I was surprised he hadn't used the word, 'suck' or 'blow.' Within a couple of seconds, I felt a warm mouth on my cock. It felt amazing to finally have the stimulation I'd been craving since Jeff and Tommy left the room and I could let myself give in to my libido. I knew the night was going to eventually devolve into an orgy of friendly man sex. We were all feeling it - all anxiously waiting for it. There had been an impatient edge of sexual tension throughout dinner - those who wanted it were extra touchy-feely - freer with hugs and a casual hand on each other's shoulders and backs, letting one's fingers inconspicuously drift down their buddy's spine until they were still touching them in the small of their back or the top of their ass, or the curve of their buttocks before finally letting go. We were leaning in closely to whisper in each other's ears, gently letting our lips brush our neighbor's stubbly cheeks or jaw bones or ear lobes. At one point, I reached over to put my hand on Will's thigh and felt how much the fabric had tightened across his crotch. I stuck out my pinky and felt his stiff cock inside his chinos.
I watched everyone's mouths, picturing them around my shaft - and now, finally, I had one of those soft, wet caverns engulfing several inches of my cock and I couldn't tell whose.
"Ohhhhh, FUCK!" I heard Will moan and knew he was experiencing the same thing. It was so hot knowing one of these guys was sucking on his beautiful curved meat right next to me and neither of us knew whom.
Whoever it was had skills. I felt them slowly working their way down my thick shaft, walking their lips down in short increments. Then I felt the prickly facial hair touch my smoothly-shaved nut sack and knew it was Arjun. He was the only guy here with a beard. I could picture him blowing me. I'd watched him do it dozens of times. He always closes his eyes as if he's concentrating hard on his task.
"No hands, boys." Jake said. Someone must have been about to grab some balls or a shaft or maybe squeeze a nipple. That restriction wasn't necessary. This wasn't an Olympic event.
That me laugh which made Arjun stop suddenly as if his skills were deficient in some way. I needed to ensure his continued efforts. "Sorry. I was just picturing this as an Olympic event." I said. Everyone laughed and cheered. "There would be color commentary."
"And both contenders are neck and neck here tonight...our contender in the blue pants appears to believe that stroking himself while he performs will provide some personal motivation." Brandon said, mimicking an NFL commentator. I was picturing him holding an imaginary microphone in front of his face. "Our bearded contender appears to have a slight edge on his competition right now. We'll have to see if the blue team can go the distance." He paused again. "Oh! Look at that, folks...the blue contender has reached the base...his eyes are watering...he may have to make a pit stop to refuel." Brandon added, mixing his sporting metaphors. "Back to you, Jake."
"Thank you, Brandon." Jake said as if he were back at the Sports Center desk. We're gonna take a commercial break. Please stay tuned."
I spread my legs and just enjoyed the effort Arjun was putting in. The blue team reference must have meant Seth's blue pants. I smirked to myself thinking about how eager he'd been to get in Will's pants too. I wished I could watch it happening.
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"Looks like you're the winner." Aaron said to Jake.
"What?" Jake said, reluctantly tearing himself away from watching the action at the front of the room.
"Logan." Aaron mouthed to him. "We've been texting." He said out loud. Jake's eyes got wide and then his mouth opened as if we was about to say something but then it just turned into a giant smile.
"You guys continue with...that cock sucking." Jake announced to the room. "Game's over. Looks like everyone's a winner. Feel free to switch things up. We'll be right back." No one seemed to notice, or heard him and continued being on the giving or receiving end of the oral exercises. "What'd he say?" Jake asked Aaron in a low voice.
"Let's to go our room." Aaron said. "You're gonna wanna see the whole thing. I need to know where to send him." Jake put his hand on Aaron's shoulder and started to usher him out of the room.
"Hey, officers." Jake said. "You can uncuff 'em anytime you want now. We'll be back in a while. Gotta take care of something. Do whatever they want until your time's up." Officer Sucker nodded and continued to stand watching Arjun working his mouth up and down Matt's slippery shaft as Seth concentrated on the swollen purple head of Will's curved cock. Dix had been too impatiently horny and was on his knees blowing Officer Me Off's big black dick. "Maybe you two should take over and give those guys a break." Jake added as he and Aaron and Brandon left the room and walked down the corridor to Aaron's room.
Once they had turned on the lights on the side tables next to the sofa in the sunken living room, all three sat down with Aaron in the middle and leaned forward to see the text exchange on Aaron's phone screen.
"You need to set your font bigger, Dude." Jake said. "How can you read that?"
"I know; right?" Brandon said.
"I'll just read it to you." Aaron said and he began reciting the text thread, changing his voice to imitate Logan's condescending bro-tone.
Logan: "I received this number from a friend regarding escort services."
"Damn. He does know how to sound professional." Jake said. Brandon nodded in agreement.
Aaron: "Please indicate the date(s) and services you are inquiring about."
"Damn. You're good too." Jake said.
"Thanks, Bro." Aaron said. Brandon patted his boyfriend on the back and gently rubbed the space between his shoulder blades and then moved his hand up to squeeze the back of Aaron's neck. Aaron smiled.
Logan: "I am only here tonight. Exact time is negotiable. What is the rate?"
"Damn. He gets right to it." Brandon said.
Aaron: "Rate is $250/hour base, depending on limitations. Additional services based on specific requests."
"Holy shit, Dude." Jake said. "You could work there." Aaron shrugged and smiled again and then kept reading.
Logan: "What does base rate include? What additional requests are available?"
Aaron: "Escorts are typically top only and will provide oral service. No bondage or scat. Bottoming, kissing, BFE, and golden are extra."
"Golden? Like golden showers?" Jake asked. Aaron smirked and nodded.
Logan: "BFE?"
Aaron: "Boyfriend Experience"
Logan: "like role play?"
Aaron: "Yes. Escort will make you feel like he's your boyfriend in either public or private."
"I purposely spelled this out so I could make sure he knew it would be a guy." Aaron said.
"Good thinking!" Jake said. "This is why you're on a scholarship." Aaron smiled. Brandon smiled too as if he were proud to be with someone equally as smart.
"Then what?" Jake asked.
Logan: "how much are the extras?"
Aaron: "Are you planning to top or bottom?" There was enough of a pause that the phone noted the time.
Logan: "I want to be the one fucking."
Aaron: "our escorts typically only play safe, although bareback can be negotiated for an additional charge upon arrival."
Logan: "you mean raw?"
"Damn. He's definitely a newbie. Seems like he hasn't even watched much porn." Jake said. Brandon smirked at Jake's unintentional admission that he watches a lot of bareback porn.
Aaron: "Yes."
Logan: "so can I book tonight?"
Aaron: "depending on availability. Please indicate your physical preferences."
Logan: "preferences?"
Aaron: "twink, otter, bear, daddy"
Logan: "? - New at this"
"Yeah, he hasn't watched much porn yet." Brandon said. "I'm surprised." Jake and Aaron both nodded.
Aaron: "hair color, body hair, body type, age range, etc."
Logan: "20s - blonde - muscles - good looking"
"He's obviously given this some thought, though." Brandon added about the specificity.
"I think he's been giving some thought to you." Aaron said, looking over at his boyfriend and smiling.
"I'm blonde and jacked now." Jake said, offended that Aaron had leapt to the conclusion that it had to be Brandon.
"True, but you're his cousin and he's been treating you like you're still 12." Aaron said. Jake couldn't argue with that.
"Maybe he's into tweens." Jake said.
"You seem a little eager there, Bro." Aaron said. "Do you want him to be perving on you?"
"No." Jake said defensively. "I'm just saying...I'm blonde with muscles too." Jake hadn't considered messing around with his cousin, but he had to admit that he did like the idea of Logan secretly lusting after his body - and he was very tired of Brandon stealing all of the attention.
"The important thing here is that we have someone that fits the request." Aaron said. Brandon smiled. Jake furrowed his brow. "Someone who's not related." Aaron added. Jake shrugged.
"So what else?" Jake asked.
Aaron continued reading.
Aaron: "we can accommodate that request from 1:00 AM - 3:00 AM. All appointments are for two hours. $500 minimum paid via credit card or upon arrival. Tip and additional services negotiated on site. Please provide payment preference and appointment location."
Logan: "appointment location?"
Aaron: "Hotel and Room Number"
"What did he say?" Jake asked.
"He hasn't responded yet."
"Oh, shit. My phone vibrated right when we left their room. Maybe that was him." Jake said. He pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the screen. "Fuck. It was!"
"What's he say?!" Aaron asked.
"Still interested?" Aaron texted anonymously to Logan.
"He said, 'hey Cuz, can I borrow your room for a couple of hours? You still gonna be partying all night?' What should I say?" Jake said.
"You should say, yes!" Brandon said, excitedly.
"Now look at who's eager." Jake said smirking. Brandon blushed again. He was eager. He and Aaron didn't break their monogamous rule very often and he had been looking forward to some extracurricular fun. He'd also been admiring Logan's dark hair, square jaw, and buff physique since he arrived and was already a little hard in his pants at the realization that he fit the bill as the escort of choice.
Jake started reading aloud as he was typing. "Sure, Cuz! Is some hooker on the casino floor throwing her panties at you?"
Logan: "something like that"
Jake: "we'll be out all night. The room's yours 'til dawn. I'll tell Eric. Just put out the do not disturb sign and we'll know you're still getting some. I'll leave the door ajar right now. Come get me if it closes, but shield your eyes if you come back to the party. There's some sex going on."
"That was perfect." Aaron said.
"Now what?" Brandon said, no longer trying to disguise his eagerness.
"We wait." Aaron said. "Shit, look!" He added and showed Jake and Brandon his screen where the three little moving dots indicated a response was in the works.
Logan: "Room 1730. Will be there at 1:00 door is open."
"Fuck. What time is it?" Jake asked rhetorically as he tapped his phone screen to see the time. It was 12:47. "We don't have much time. He's downstairs in the casino." Jake said.
"That's a long walk here, actually." Aaron said.
"What's the plan now?" Brandon said.
"I'm pretty sure you're gonna get his dick up your ass." Jake said, laughing. Brandon tried to make a scowling face but his giddy anticipation bled through. Jake smirked. In his head he was picturing bending Logan over and doing the fucking.
"Let's get to your room." Aaron said standing up and making a bee line for the door. The other two followed him.
"Wait, all of us?" Brandon said, confused.
"Of course." Aaron said. "You don't think we're missing this, do you?"
"Uh...how's that gonna work?" Brandon asked. He'd assumed he would be making this a solo mission.
"We're gonna hide somewhere. We'll figure it out. We gotta beat him to the room." Aaron said, jogging down the hall to Jake and Eric's room. The other two quickly started jogging behind him and all ran into each other when he got to the door. "Where's your key?"
"Right here!" Jake said and reached around and grabbed Aaron's thick dong through his pants. Aaron instinctively elbowed Jake in the ribs and he let go. "I knew you'd be chubbed up." Jake said, smirking.
"Fuck you! Like you're not!" Aaron said and spun around and gropped Jake's balls through his shorts, and felt his plump dick through the loose fabric.
"Guys! What the fuck! C'mon!" Brandon said. "Get the fucking key out!"
Jake fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the key. They filed in and he held the door as it closed so that it was just touching the edge of the frame and still unlatched.
"You! Go down and stand against the window so he won't be able to see your face." Jake said to Brandon. "And strip down."
Brandon was frozen but then snapped out of it and walked down the steps into the living room and started pulling his trainers off and unbuttoning his jeans. He pulled his pants and underwear down together, letting his thick, stubby dick bounce around straight in front of him.
Aaron grabbed his clothes and stashed them under the sofa and then went around the room unscrewing all of the lightbulbs.
"What are you doing?" Brandon asked. He was already standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows, leaning forward slightly with his hands against the glass. Jake had stopped to stare at his perfect, muscular back and bubble butt. Brandon took a step to each side with both feet so that his legs were spread just slightly further apart than what looked natural. His body was mostly just a dark silhouette against the multitude of tiny colored lights from the strip below, only the sides of his glutes caught the light coming in through the crack of door.
"I'm making sure he can't turn on the lights and see who you are before he's got his boner buried inside you." Aaron said. Brandon grunted uncontrollably at the sound of that sentence. His pucker twitched a little in anticipation and he felt blood rush to his cock. He looked down and watched it grow in the reflection in the window and thrust his pelvis forward until the tip of his penis touched the glass, enjoying the sight of himself naked. He looked at his own face and smiled and puckered his lips at himself.
"Turn on the stereo and little. That will help hide the sound of your breathing." Brandon said.
"Good thinking." Jake said and turned on the Bose speaker that was on the credenza and adjusted the volume. "How's that?"
"Good. Now let's hide over here." Aaron said, pointing to a dark corner between the wall and an ornate armoire.
"You go there. We both won't fit. I'll stay behind the couch." Jake said and they waited.
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Part 5: Logan's Run
The second Logan sent the last text indicating the escort arrangements had been finalized he felt a pit in his stomach that simultaneously meant fear and excitement. What had he just done? What was he thinking? Why did he want this? He considered texting back and canceling but he feared he'd have to pay regardless now since his escort had been dispatched. He didn't want to waste that much money. He was rationalizing now. That meant he wanted it to happen.
He had been thinking about guys a lot lately. He'd always admired his buddies. He always surrounded himself with only the alphas - the good looking jocks in high school, the sought-after frat bros in college, and now, the most likely to succeed in law school. The most likely to succeed were mostly also the most likely to hook up with a model and most likely to get laid - because, let's just call it like it is - they were the hottest. Logan's social circle was filled with fit, handsome men with high cheek bones, pearly white teeth, and nice round asses. When Logan laid in bed at night, jacking off before falling asleep, his thoughts had increasingly veered back to his study sessions. His buddies talked about their conquests as all buddies do, but he'd taken to picturing them...imagining his buddies naked and fucking. Then his fantasies morphed into picturing his buddies all stripped down in their cramped study room in the law library, casually stroking their cocks together as they retold the exaggerated stories of their most recent hook ups. Then, someone would reach over and offer to help a buddy out while he spoke, as if he were just allowing him to focus on the details without the distraction of masturbating themselves but with the full benefits of ongoing arousal. In Logan's fantasies, he was never the first one to make such a helpful offer, but he always joined in and stroked whichever buddy was next to him that day.
As he'd lie in bed jacking off with increasing intensity as each night a different buddy was next to him, he'd blast his load across his trimmed chest hair and immediately feel overwhelmed with guilt and shame, making it hard to sleep. In the morning he would watch porn that always included more women than men and he would recover himself as he shot another load before he showered. It was never as intense as his bedtime fantasies though.
Lately his study room buddies had been offering to blow him in his fantasies. He pictured himself scooting his hard, wooden chair back away from the study table and watch the guy telling the story drop down and crawl under the table on his hands and knees until he took his stiff rod down his throat. Now nothing made Logan cum as hard. He wanted to bend that asshole over the table and shove his cock inside him and fuck him in front of his whole study group. Then he wanted to watch them all line up behind and do the same.
Logan had been speed walking to the elevator bank. He felt himself getting harder as he walked and wondered if anyone could see his plump bulge. He waited impatiently for the elevator cab to arrive as he shifted his weight back and forth from one foot to the other in anticipation. Finally the bell dinged and the up arrow illuminated.
He got on the elevator, alone and as soon as the mirrored doors closed he grabbed his cock through his pants and groped himself, sliding his fist back and forth along the length of his growing shaft as he watched the digital succession of floor numbers light up.
Finally the doors opened and he started to run down the hall. He felt himself sweating. It was from nerves, not exertion, but he slowed his jog back to a brisk walk as he rounded the corner to the hallway with all of their rooms. He hoped no one would exit while he was there. He wished he could be going to a different floor. He should have just rented another room, but he was a student after all and the Pallazzo was expansive.
He reached Jake's hotel room. He saw that the door had been left slightly ajar. His heart pounded in his chest. Was he really going to do this? He pictured the study lounge and his cock throbbed. No one would ever know here. It was the perfect opportunity. He could get this out of his system.
--
He pushed the door open. The room was dark inside except for the slight coming in through the large windows at the end of the lower level. He flipped the light switch just inside the door but nothing happened. He flipped it up and down again several times as if that would change the outcome. Still dark. Then he saw the silhouette of a man standing in front of the window. He was instantly startled. He'd expected he would get here first, but he'd checked his phone in the elevator and it was a few minutes after 1:00. They were prompt. I guess when you charge by the hour, that's important. That made him think about the fact that he was also charging by hour at his summer internship. He was his own sort of whore for corporate America. At least after he graduated he would be billing more per hour than this escort.
"Hey! Are you from...the agency?" Logan yelled down to the man at the window before closing the door.
"I am." Brandon said, trying to make his voice sound more deep and raspy so he wouldn't be recognized. Fortunately, he'd hardly said a word in Logan's presence all day and had always been at the opposite end of the table or bar. That distance didn't prevent him from noticing how often Logan looked at him though. He knew he was being admired. He was very familiar with that look.
"What's with the lights?" Logan asked.
"Mood lighting." Brandon said in a low growl. Logan was oddly comforted by the darkness as if it made him more anonymous. He groped his stiff prick through his pants and walked through the upper bedroom area. As he walked down the steps to the living room, he saw that his escort was naked. He stopped in his tracks and just stared at how amazing he looked. His eyes slowly scanned the definition of the muscles in his back that were accentuated by the minimal light and shadow. He fixated on the perfect triangle that his muscles made just above his ass crack and then groped himself again as he took in the deep dimples on each firm butt cheek.
The man's legs were apart just enough as to seem an invitation to reach between them in search of the source of his manliness. He was perfect. He was exactly what he'd pictured. He couldn't believe how good this agency was.
Logan walked up behind him and put his hand on the escort's shoulder. Brandon looked at his reflection in the window and realized that if he could see himself, so could Logan, and he quickly lowered his head to look at his feet and tiny cars on the strip below.
"Can I touch you?" Logan asked. "Is that ok? I've never done this. I'm not sure of the rules." Brandon was surprised by Logan's politeness but then remembered that this was a transaction with a stranger to him.
"Mmm Hmmm." Brandon grunted in the affirmative and stepped his feet a little further apart and popped his butt out at Logan. Logan moaned from deep inside and then ran his hand down Brandon's arm to his massive bicep. Logan squeezed it and moaned again, his fingers barely reaching half way around the rock hard muscle.
"Take off your clothes." Brandon whispered. Logan froze for a second. This was suddenly moving very fast. Then he thought of his fee and decided that time was money. He started to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Brandon heard him unbuckling his belt and kicking off his shoes. He looked up enough to watch Logan strip in the reflection. Logan was hot. Brandon smiled and felt blood rush to his groin.
"You're hot." Brandon grunted. He saw Logan smile in the window.
"So are you." Logan said. "Like, seriously. You're like a statue." Brandon was surprised at how sincere he sounded.
"Thanks." Brandon said. "You're not like most of my clients." He added. He was trying not to say much but wanted to compliment Logan. He sensed his ego and wanted him to feel admired to make him more comfortable and in control.
"Are most of your clients middle aged dudes sneaking away from their wives at a convention?" Logan asked, sounding condescending again.
"Exactly." Brandon said. "Nice guys. But not hot like you."
"Is this what they meant when they said, 'boyfriend experience'?" Logan asked walking naked up behind Brandon now.
"You wanna be my boyfriend?" Brandon whispered seductively. He pictured Aaron scowling in the corner and was surprised at how quiet they both were being.
Logan was standing directly behind Brandon. He was fully erect and being careful not to touch Brandon's ass with his prick. He still wasn't sure what the rules were or how far he wanted this to go. He stepped back and reached his right hand down between Brandon's legs. His palm and forearm grazed the bottoms of both of Brandon's heavy globes until his fingers reached Brandon's tight ball sack from behind. Brandon jolted and pulled his body forward.
"Sorry." Logan said. "Is that not ok?"
"I'm sorry." Brandon said. "Your hands are just cold."
"Fuck. Sorry." Logan said and he quickly rubbed both hands together to let the friction warm them up. Then he reinserted his arm between Brandon's legs and groped his sack again. "Better?"
"Fuck yeah." Brandon grunted and arched his back against Logan, feeling his cock head touch his ass. Logan moaned when he felt his cock touch his escort and pulled his arm out and instinctively grabbed his boner and gave it a couple of tugs, making precum appear at the tip.
"First time?" Brandon asked.
"Yup."
"Like it so far?" Brandon asked.
"Fuck, yes." Logan said, letting out a long exhale. He put both hands on Brandon's shoulders and then slowly ran his hands down his back. He held Brandon by the waist for a few seconds and then Instinctively thrust his pelvis forward until his boner slid between Brandon's firm buttocks.
Logan groaned loudly and put his forehead on the back of Brandon's head. He smelled his hair and moaned again. he was surprised at how warm Brandon's ass crack felt and how the tiny soft blonde hairs stimulated the sensitive underside of his shaft as the firm flesh enveloped his entire cock.
"Oh, fuck!" Logan moaned and fell forward against Brandon's back. He wrapped his arms around Brandon's chest from behind and felt his bulging pecs, rubbing his thumbs over Brandon's stiff little nipples. Then he moved his hands down to feel Brandon's abs. They literally felt like a washboard and Logan was simultaneously jealous and so turned on. He felt himself leak more precum from his piss slit with such force it felt like he was starting to take a piss. He closed his eyes and brushed his nose against the back of Brandon's neck. He smelled so manly - like a combination of the cologne counter at Macy's and the soap and musk of the locker room. Then, as if he'd forgotten what his options were, he slid his hand down further until his finger tips brushed the soft bristles of Brandon's trimmed pubes.
Logan moaned again, thinking about the taboo-ness of touching another guy's bush. Then his finger tips reached the base of Brandon's thick cock and Logan grabbed it like a bat and moaned again when he realized his hand wouldn't reach around it completely. "Jesus." He whispered. "You're fucking huge." He squeezed Brandon's cock and let his index finger brush across his fat head, feeling the wet precum oozing from his piss slit too. He smiled when he realized Brandon's cock was fat but considerably shorter than his own. His jealousy turned into horny confidence. He stroked Brandon as best he could from that angle and then reached further down to feel his balls again.
"Fuck. This is so crazy." Logan said. "I can't believe I'm feeling another guy's nads. You've got such a fat fucking dick, Dude. And these balls." He paused as he gently rolled them in his hands. "So fucking crazy. These feel so...good in my hand...like they're exactly the right size for a hand. Like, a guy's hand was meant to hold a pair of fucking balls, you know?"
"I do know." Brandon said. "I've never thought about that but it's true."
"Like, a tit is too fucking big for your hand, you know?" Logan said. "Like if it fits in your hand, it's too small, you know? But this is like holding a baseball or a tennis ball..."
"Or a pair of golf balls." Brandon said.
"Exactly! So...natural. Fuck! So hot!" Logan said and then he started grinding harder against Brandon's ass. He grabbed Brandon by the waist tightly and started really thrusting against him, sliding his stiff prick up and down in the deep cleft between Brandon's firm cheeks. Brandon just hung his head down and let Logan dry hump him for a couple of minutes. Then he stood up on his toes, letting Logan's cock reach the bottom of his ass cheeks and backed up slightly and slid back down, lodging Logan's boner under his ass between his legs. He felt Logan's cock head hitting the back of his balls and moaned and backed hard into him.
Logan got the picture. He looked down at his trimmed black bush slamming against Brandon's beefy ass, feeling his cock head encountering the soft flesh of his nut sack. His cockhead leaked and the slippery wetness reminded him of entering a pussy. He grabbed Brandon's waist harder and started thrusting again. Brandon closed his legs so that Logan's cock was now lodged tightly in the dark, sweaty, crevasse under his ass.
Logan's fantasy began again. He was fucking his study bro hard.
"Easy Tiger." Brandon whispered. "We just got started."
Logan snapped out of his fantasy and slowed down. It was an effort to slow down. It felt so incredible. "So...do you just do this for pay or do you actually like being with guys?"
"Oh, I absolutely like being with guys." Brandon whispered and reached down between his legs to feel Logan's wet cock head under his balls. Logan moaned and thrust against him again. He fucked Brandon's legs like that for a couple more minutes.
"Close your eyes." Brandon said.
"What?" Logan said, suddenly nervous.
"Just relax. Just feel. Close your eyes." Brandon said. Logan reluctantly complied. Brandon squatted down and turned around and then dropped to his knees. He put his hands on Logan's hips and breathed hard against his junk. "Fuck." He whispered as he saw Logan's beautiful cock in front of his face. It was about 7" and straight - medium thickness with a head that matched the girth of his shaft. He had a big vein snaking around one side and his balls were loose and low. "You can open your eyes now. Just look out at the lights." He took it in his mouth.
"Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck! Oh my god!" Logan said as he felt the warm wetness engulf his rigid prick. He opened his eyes. He looked down at the top of Brandon's head and watched him suck his cock. He stared at Brandon's fat erection and felt even more blood surge to his groin. He watched for a couple of minutes as Brandon alternated between going all the way down on him and pulling off to lick the sides of his shaft and slurp on his smooth, swinging tanks.
"Oh my god. This is so good. You're so good at this." Logan moaned as he looked out over the lights of the strip. This was awesome, he thought to himself: decadent sex on the Las Vegas strip. Just the kind that stays in Vegas. "This is better than any girl. I can't believe it. Oh my god." He leaned forward and put his palms against the glass. He humped into Brandon's mouth alternating looking out into the Vegas night and looking down over the top of Brandon's body to see his ass from above, illuminated by the lights outside.
Brandon took his hand off his own boner and slid it up between Logan's legs, tugging on his nut sack and playing with the sweaty hairs that lined his taint. Then he pushed further into his dense dark crack.
"Oh, Fuuuck!" Logan said in a way that made Brandon think that he liked it, but he immediately clenched his ass cheeks together as if he'd been invaded. Brandon casually slid his middle finger back out from his ass crack and began playing with his loose balls again and distracted him by taking him all the way to the base and wrapping his lips tightly around his shaft and slowly pulling up. Brandon moaned as he tasted Logan's syrupy precum leak out. He grabbed his cock again and returned to jacking off.
"That's so fucking hot!" Logan said. "It's like sucking my cock is turning you on."
"It IS turning me on." Brandon mumbled with Logan's head still in his mouth. He went back down to the base.
"Oh, Fuck! Fucking...FUCK!! Oh My Gaawwwdd!" Logan said as he grabbed Brandon's head and face fucked him hard as he blew his nut long before either of them had wanted him to. Brandon felt Logan's balls pull up just before his cock head flared and flooded his mouth and throat with warm, sticky jizz. Brandon moaned and stroked and he struggled to swallow the massive volume of semen. Logan kept thrusting in what he believed in that moment was the longest orgasm he'd ever had.
Brandon reached up and grabbed Logan by his ass cheeks. He'd been wanting to feel them since he first saw Logan at the pool. He held them, feeling them rhythmically clench and release as Logan's trimmed pubes slammed against his nose until he needed to come up for air. He tapped Logan's right butt cheek but it went unnoticed. He struggled to pull his head from Logan's grip. finally he smacked Logan on the stomach to get his attention and Logan immediately let go and took a step back, dislodging his deflating erection from Brandon's mouth.
Brandon bent forward and coughed, resting on his hands and knees.
"Fuck! Fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Fuck. What the fuck was that? I can't believe that. I can't fucking believe I did that. That was fucking incredible." Logan said and paused. He backed up further, ignoring Brandon now and looking down at his glossy prick, still plump and swinging between his legs with a long string of cum dangling from the tip. "Fuck. I can't believe I said that." He paused again. "I can't believe I just did that. What the fuck?? This fucking place. it's fucking crazy here. I can't...I don't...I gotta go." He scanned the dark room looking for his clothes. He found the pile and quickly climbed into his briefs and pants. He grabbed his shirt and shoes and turned and speed-walked to the door. He left without even looking to see if anyone was in the hallway. The heavy door slammed shut behind him.
Jake immediately popped up from behind the sofa. "Dude!! What the fuck was that??!!" He walked over to Brandon who was now sitting naked on his heels, still with a full erection. "Seriously, what the fuck??!! I can't believe he just left like that." He turned to look at the door as if there would still be motion lines following Logan out the door like in a comic book. "He didn't even fucking pay!"
"I told you; he's a douche." Brandon said. "A fucking HOT douche though. Holy shit."
"You've got cum on your chin." Aaron said in a flat tone that didn't elude to whether he was amused or aroused or jealous. Brandon felt his face with his hand. He rubbed his chin and then licked his finger tips and smiled at his boyfriend. Aaron smirked and rolled his eyes. "I hope you enjoyed that."
"I did." Brandon said. "I'm so fucking horny now though."
"We can see that." Jake sad. "Let's go. Get dressed."
"What do you mean, 'let's go'?" Brandon said, standing with his stiff cock still sticking straight out. "I just said, I'm horny. Really fucking horny. I don't wanna go anywhere but into that bed. You guys get naked." He paused, casually stroking his cock. Brandon was never this forward and would normally never encouraged Jake to join in again given his history with Aaron. But, like he said, he was REALLY horny. The combination of the hot guy, the hall pass weekend, impersonating a rent boy, and being watched by his boyfriend in front his boyfriend's ex-boyfriend - or whatever they were - had all conspired to deplete his brain of the necessary ingredients for his normally responsible decision-making. "Aren't you guys horny after watching that?" He looked over at Aaron whose boners were always too obvious to hide. Then he caught Jake groping himself out of the corner of his eye. "See! I knew it! Both of you!"
"So fucking what?" Jake said. "We're horny! We've been fucking horny since we got to this town. Get dressed. We gotta find him."
"What do you mean find him?" Brandon said. "He just nutted in a guy's mouth for the first time and he's freaked the fuck out. He's not gonna be fine anytime soon."
"I disagree." Jake said. "I'm wagering he's gonna be horny again in an hour and want to finish what he came for."
Brandon looked incredulous, in complete disagreement. He needed to nut. He looked at Aaron for confirmation.
"Don't look at me, Brandon." Aaron said. "Jake's been uncharacteristically right about this guy all along. If he says, 'put all your money on black', I'm going with that tonight." Brandon looked shocked. "You do want to give him more of your 'boyfriend experience' before we leave, don't you?" Brandon blushed.
"Hey, look!" Jake said, glancing at the floor at his feet. "He left his socks here. It's like naked escort Cinderella. And you're his Prince Charming. Let's go."
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