Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party

Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party: Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: Logan's Run: The Sequel

Part 1: Bar Examination

"So...how did you know?" Logan asked. "Did the agency contact you? Did you have to like, vouch for me or something?"

Jake weighed how to respond in his head, pausing. He felt a drop of precum ooze out of his cock head into his briefs. He didn't want to fuck this up. He wanted to get Logan back up to their room.

"Uh...yeah." Jake said, completely improvising on the spot. His mind raced. He decided having Logan think some pimp type guys were going to come after him would keep him on edge. He wanted Logan relaxed and open - even indebted to him a little. "They...uh...when you ran out, they texted me to ask if I was paying for your escort too since I'd paid for the girl for Dad and Matt last night...including the tip."

"Girl?" Logan said, confused.

"Oh...yeah. You know...one last pussy." Jake said.

"Really?" Logan said. He paused, thinking. "But they're not..." he stopped again, finally trying to choose his words carefully.

"Dude. They were both married for like, years." Jake said. "They've had plenty of pussy."

"Yeah, but..." Logan said. He wasn't sure what he was wanted to say. Jake decided to circle back to the dilemma at hand.

"So, I told them to put it on the same card." Jake said.

"Wait...so you already paid for it?" Logan said. His eyes lit up. He was so relieved that he forgot to be pissed off that Jake had strung him along, letting him think he was in danger. He knew he somewhat deserved it. "Holy shit - thank you! Thank you sooo much! Oh my god; I haven't even been able to think straight. You have no idea how awesome that is. Fuck. I just feel like an actual weight was lifted off of me. You had me pretty freaked out with that Hoover Dam shit." Logan leaned in and gave his cousin a bro hug - but one that lasted a little longer than usual - long enough that each of them noticed how good the other's cologne smelled on them after having been activated by the stress of getting escorted out of the casino by security.

"Well, technically, my dad paid for it. It was his card." Jake said. "So you gotta pay. You don't want me trying to explain that, do you?"

"No." Logan said. "Fuck no."

"You good for it?" Jake said. "You weren't exactly on a winning streak back there. And now, we can't go back."

"Yeah. It's fine. I got it." Logan said. It's gonna leave me with almost nothing though. Good thing there are more casinos here." He smiled at Jake, who didn't smile back. "Please don't tell him. Don't tell anyone."

"Your secret's safe with me, Bro." Jake said. "So...kind of an expensive fifteen minutes."

"No shit." Logan said. "That wasn't what I planned. Obviously."

"Did you wanna fuck?" Jake asked, quietly. He sipped his beer and scowled again. "This beer sucks."

Logan scowled back as if insulted but then busted out laughing. "It grows on you. Keep drinking it." He took a sip too and licked the foamy mustache off of his upper lip. "No. I didn't want to fuck. Nothing like that. Gross." He scowled again and took another sip. He left the foam this time. Jake suddenly wanted to lick it off. He felt more blood rush to his groin and expand his plump cock again. He was now too hard to stand up. Logan realized he sounded harsh. "Not that there's anything wrong with that." He added. "I just wanted some quick head. I've been horny as fuck, you know?" He paused.

"Oh, I know." Jake said, encouraging him to continue. When Logan didn't add anything, Jake elaborated. "The strippers, all the sex talk. Knowing my dad was...you know...fucking a pro. Plus...I don't know about you, but I need to...you know..." now it was his turn to make the jerk off gesture with his fist in his lap under the bar. "At least once or twice a day. And having to share a room isn't exactly ideal."

"I heard that." Logan said. "Try sharing a room with your dad!"

"Bro. I fucking share a HOUSE with my dad. And Matt." Jake said.

"They ever catch you?" Logan asked smirking. Now we're talking, Jake thought. Now Logan was loosening up.

"Oh, fuck yeah." Jake said. "I wouldn't even call it, 'catching' anymore. I mean we close the doors. Thank god, because those two. Holy shit."

"You've caught them?" Logan said, returning the jerk off gesture to Jake like it was a relay baton. This time, he made the gesture above the bar and the bartender caught it from the corner of his eye and looked shocked.

"Jerking off?" Jake said. "Of course. We don't even hide that anymore. We have a big screen. Someone's always watching porn." Jake was exaggerating. He'd actually never caught his father masturbating to porn in the living room. He had caught Will stroking his cock in the shower once at home. And then there was that time at the gym when he found his father and Arjun in the same stall. Matt was another story though. Jake caught Matt jerking off in his bedroom and again to porn on the living sofa once. He'd wanted to join in but Matt freaked out and retreated to the bedroom. Jake just dropped his pants to his ankles and took over where Matt had left off.

After about twenty minutes, Matt came back out in just his tighty whities. He was shocked to see Jake sitting on the leather sofa with his jeans around his ankles and his knees spread and his boner sticking up against his happy trail, the front of his shirt pulled up over the back of his neck to expose his entire chest and abs. He watched Matt's boner return in just a few seconds. He loved having the power to give Matt wood, especially right after he'd undoubtedly just nutted in the privacy of his room.

That power brought him right to the edge and he began to squirt his load out onto his stomach while he watched Matt, standing there frozen, watching it happen. The second Matt made eye contact with Jake he bolted back to their bedroom, his stiff cock tenting out the front of his white briefs. That power had kept him hard for another round. He didn't even need to watch the porn.

"No shit??!" Logan said. "So you've, like, just been hanging out while they jerked off?"

"More than jerking off, Bro." Jake said. "I've caught them going at it."

"NO SHIT??!" Logan said. His own erection was now painfully straining against his dark shorts. "Like...how exactly? Like actually fucking?"

"Fucking. Sucking. Whatever." Jake said casually. Then he felt kind of bad making them seem like they have no regard for Jake's presence, which wasn't the case at all. They'd never just started hooking up in front of him - or even when they knew he was around. This was already horny enough. He didn't need to make his dad into a perv. "I mean...it's not like they're just going at it everywhere. They'd never intentionally just go at it in front of me. It's like, I caught them doing it in the shower once. I mean, I did walk in on them. It's on me. And I hear them fucking all night sometimes. There's just a thin wall between our rooms. Matt's so fucking loud. And one time: I came home during a football game and they were in a three way with Arjun."

"Wait, what?!" Logan said. "Like the guy that's here? They've messed around with him?"

"For all we know, they're all messing around together right now." Jake said. "Those strippers seemed to be getting them pretty charged up."

Logan pictured the two officers dancing. He'd been on the bed watching them shake their bare asses as they danced in front of Will and Matt, handcuffed in the chairs. It had gotten him horned up too. That was when he'd decided to text the number Jake gave him. He had been genuinely pissed off when Jake gave him both phone numbers: the second one for male escorts. If they'd been on two slips of paper he'd have thrown that one away. But they weren't. They were in the same text message. That message haunted him the rest of the day. Every time he saw a hot, athletic guy, he pictured him as the escort showing up at his hotel room door. And then those officer's bare asses pushed him over the edge.

He regretted texting the second he'd sent it. He knew he could unsend it. His thumb hovered over the message as he sat on the bed while the dancing chaos swirled around him in the room full of guys. Before he could do it, he got a response. His heart pounded. No one would ever know. There was no turning back.

"Log?" Jake said, noticing his cousin had the glazed look of someone whose thoughts are far away.

"Sorry. Yeah?" Logan said. "Oh, yeah. That's crazy. We got outta there just in time."

"Yeah. Who knows what was gonna go down up there." Jake said. "Still...It kinda got me going. I never had a chance to...take care of things today. I'm kinda feeling the need. I think I need to spend a little quality time in the room, if you know what I mean." He paused to get a read on Logan's response. "You'll probably sleep like a baby at least...after getting off - specially a quality nut like a blow job. So much better than Rosey Palm and Pornhub on my phone." Jake made the jerk off gesture once again and paused. Logan seemed agitated again. He was fidgeting on his stool. "Maybe I can con Aaron or Brandon into a friendly brojob so I can sleep better too." That did the trick. Logan looked up from his beer. He casually pulled on the fabric in the crotch of his shorts.

"Seriously?"

"If they're around. They might be out, although Brandon spends enough time in a club. I can't imagine he'd want to be on the other side of the bar. They might be doing it, I guess, but they've been together awhile. They're not like bunnies anymore. I don't know, though, maybe they are. You wanna go find out? Worst thing that could happen is we have another drink from the minibar and watch some action movie...or some porn."

"Uh...yeah. Sure." Logan said. "You got these beers? I'm a little lite now that I got a debt to pay." He smirked at Jake. He was hoping the time it took to pay would buy his dick some time to recover enough to stand up without embarrassment.

Jake slapped a twenty down on the bar. "I gotta take a piss. Be right back."

"You just paying for yours, Sir?" The bartender asked. Jake looked confused. "Those IPA's are twelve each."

Jake scowled and dug another twenty out of his pocket to add to the one on the bar. "Shitty AND expensive." He said before turning to find the restroom.

Logan turned to the bartender. "Sorry about him. Some guys have no taste."

"He's with you." The bartender said as he was drying a glass. Logan looked confused. "He has good taste in some things."

Logan suddenly realized he was being flirted with - or at least flattered. He felt the flattery first. His ego usually took precedence. Then he realized the bartender assumed he swung that way and got a wave of panic that he was somehow giving off a receptive vibe to advances from guys. "We're cousins." Logan added flatly. He wanted to be annoyed but his cock was throbbing harder than ever. The idea that he had the power to have guys just offer themselves up to him was suddenly intoxicating. Even though he could attract the top tier of beautiful women, it was still, what he considered to be, an inordinate amount of work and drama to bed them. This bartender's flirting - as brief as it was - was refreshingly straightforward. He saw someone hot, and he threw his hat in the ring. And he was hot. Logan couldn't deny that. Logan didn't surround himself with mediocrity. All of his buddies were handsome and cocky. The bartender, even though he was a bit of a hipster with the man bun, was definitely a fine-looking man.

"Ah. That explains it, then. Sorry. I overheard a little of your conversation and it seemed a bit..."

Logan rewound their discussion and realized it had been pretty explicit even without the hand gestures. "Sorry if you were offended."

"On the contrary." The bartender said. "It takes the prize as the second most interesting conversation I overheard tonight."

"Only the second?" Logan said, now flashing his most charming smile, genuinely curious now and unable to curb his instinct to flirt back.

The bartender leaned his elbows down on the bar to get closer to Logan's face as if he were sharing a secret. Logan could smell him and liked the sexy combination of sweat and cologne. His cock continued to throb in his pants. He pictured the bartender getting close enough that their faces would touch just like how his face had brushed against Jake's a few minutes earlier.

"So these guys were in about two hours ago. A big group of guys - probably a bachelor party. Two of them had just come from the police station where they tried to bail out another buddy who the cops took away because he'd climbed up on top of some poolside cabana building and jumped off into the swimming pool." The bartender stopped to get Logan's reaction, who looked appropriately shocked. "He didn't break anything - I guess he scrapped the side of the pool though, with his arm...or maybe his leg. I don't remember, but he was like, bleeding into the water so they had to evacuate the whole pool. I don't remember where it was. It wasn't here. We purposely don't have any out-buildings that close to the water. Anyway, they called the cops to come take him away. Left a trail of blood on the way out apparently. Crazy, right? I mean you see that shit on TV but never in real life."

"Well, ok, then." Logan said, chuckling. "That does beat ours."

"You might even say, 'beats it off...' The bartender said and very quickly made the same hand gesture he'd caught Logan and Jake making earlier, "...the top of the list." He smiled at Logan.

Logan felt a warm flush wash over him. Blood surged to his groin again. He knew he was blushing. He suddenly wanted to see what the bartender looked like underneath his clothes. He pictured his lean but fit torso without a shirt. More blood flow. He was confused. What was happening to him today?

The bartender grabbed the two twenties off the bar and turned around to cash the boys out. Logan focused on his man bun but couldn't help lowering his eyes to his ass. The bartender's black pants were tight around his slender little butt. Logan watched as his glute muscles shifted as he stood at the register. He wondered what kind of underwear he was wearing underneath. His eyes scanned for the visible ridge of the seam from briefs or boxers. When he didn't notice any, his mind immediately pictured the bartender standing at the register in just his white dress shirt and his bare ass cheeks hanging out below the shirt tail. He pictured him reaching up to grab a top-shelf bottle and exposing his entire ass with a thong disappearing into the top of his crack. That made him wonder if the bartender's ass was smooth or hairy. He glanced up at the mirror behind the bar to check to see how much stubble he had as an indication of how much body hair he might have. He caught the bartender's eye in the mirror, who smirked at him.

He'd been caught staring at the guy's butt. He blushed and quickly looked away. Logan wondered what the fuck was going on in his head? He'd evaluated the appearance of all of his law school buddies, sizing them up as they sat around their study table in the law library or the neighborhood bar - but he'd chalked that up to his constant need to assess how he measured up against his peers. He'd dismissed his intermittent fantasies about jerking off together in their study room - and even the image of a couple of them crawling over on their hands and knees to suck his cock - as just his incessant need to assert his alpha dominance. He got off on thinking he was in the club of the cool guys but hotter and more manly because they were on their knees servicing him. It made him feel superior when he otherwise might have doubts.

This seemed different. He already felt superior to this hipster bartender who was languishing in what Logan considered to be a dead-end job and not any kind of real career, regardless of the fact that Vegas bartenders can make a considerable living. This was genuine interest and even attraction. The bartender's smile made him feel weak and powerless. He didn't like that at all, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to get up and have this encounter be over. That was partly the result of the raging erection in his pants, though. He couldn't have stood up if he'd wanted to.

"You need to drain the snake too?" Jake said as he sat back down on the stool next to Logan. The bartender turned around and slid Jake's change over to him. Jake slid a five-dollar bill back at him and pocketed the change. The bartender smiled at Jake and wrapped his knuckles twice on the bar in appreciation.

"Is it a garter or an anaconda? The bartender asked, smiling at Jake.

"Huh?" Jake grunted, confused.

"The snake." The bartender clarified.

Logan looked shocked - too shocked to utter a snarky response - but his erection throbbed. Now it was his turn to feel the tiniest drop of precum exit his swollen piss slit into his boxer briefs. He closed his eyes trying to will his hardon away. That only made it worse as he concentrated on it - how great it felt. Jake still looked confused for a second but replayed his question to Logan about needing the restroom and then flashed the bartender his most devilish grin when he unpacked his euphemism.

"Not sure anymore." Jake said. "Haven't seen it since we went skinny dipping as kids." He paused and instinctively glanced down at Logan's crotch where he thought he noticed a considerably larger bulge than usual. Was Logan boned up? "From what I remember, I'm gonna go with Cobra."

Now it was the bartender's turn to look confused as if trying to assess where a cobra fits on the snake size scale.

Jake helped him out. "Big, wide head and sticking straight up when it gets aggressive." He flashed his most charming smile. The bartender blushed this time and then glanced back at Logan with a combination of lust and curiosity. His eyes also darted down to Logan's lap, but the bar blocked the view of his bulge. Jake thought the bartender was having a brief internal debate about leaning forward to get a better look as if one can discern such detail through clothing. Jake smirked at him when the bartender caught his eye again. Jake casually rubbed his abs, moving his shirt up slightly to show off his golden happy trail before sliding the tips of his fingers down into the waistband of his pants. The bartender smirked back.

"Well, we should head up to the room. It's been a long day. We need to chill. We've got some beer and porn waiting." Jake said, enjoying teasing the bartender now that he'd caught on to his predilections.

"Are you guests in the hotel?" The bartender asked.

"We are - on the Palazzo side." Jake said, wondering if the bartender was just being polite or if he was attempting to secure an invitation.

"Nice. Are you here for a conference?" The bartender asked out of reflex. "No, Wait. You said you were cousins. You here for a wedding or a bachelor party?"

"Looking for a snake charmer." Jake said. The bartender's face was priceless: a mixture of surprise and excitement.

"Bachelor party." Logan said at the same time.

"Where's the bachelor?" The bartender asked. "Over-served? Already down for the count? Seems pretty early."

"Probably balls-deep in a stripper right now." Jake said.

"Interesting." The bartender said. "Does his wife know? Soon-to-be-wife?"

"He probably just pulled out." Jake said. The bartender looked confused. "His soon-to-be-wife is a 'He'. They're both here. It's a joint bachelor party. "The stripper's also a 'He'.

"His dad's marrying another dude." Logan said, making the bartender even more confused as it had seemed obvious to him to that Logan had more than tolerated his flirtation but now seemed disapproving.

"Wow. You might have jumped into the top story spot now." The bartender said.

Jake looked confused and the bartender realized Jake hadn't been there for the pool-jumping-cops- coming story. He repeated an abbreviated version. Jake's eyes lit up when he understood.

"C'mon, Bro. Two dudes getting married in Vegas hardly tops a guy jumping off a building into a pool." Jake said, dismissively. Even Logan appeared to agree.

"True. It just seems crazy that they were both with the same stripper." The bartender said.

"You don't know my dad." Jake said.

"Maybe I should." The bartender joked.

"Jake here is the younger, hotter version anyway." Logan said and then immediately blushed when he realized he'd just admitted, out loud, that he thought Jake was hot - as well as Will. His stomach knotted. He wanted to get up and walk away but was still rock hard.

"He's right. I am." Jake said, cockily. That instantly bathed Logan in relief, as if the two of them were just arrogantly bragging about their status as good-looking alpha dogs. "Logan's way hotter than his dad too." Jake added. "His dad's here too."

"The plot thickens. Is he also balls deep in a stripper?"

"My mom would kick his ass to the curb." Logan said. "And he knows it." Logan looked at Jake and smirked. "Can you picture my dad with a pro?"

"I don't have to." Jake said. "I saw him boned up with the stripper last night."

The bartender looked even more confused trying to follow this story. Jake glanced at him and saw the perplexed expression. "That was a girl stripper." Jake said to him. "He only swings one way. And she was sitting on his lap." He paused and looked at Logan. "You think she could feel his boner?" Before Logan could respond, the bartender did.

"But your dad and...his...partner...swing both ways?" The bartender asked.

"They were with an escort last night - a female one." Jake said.

"Damn. You're seriously starting to compete with the pool jumper now." The bartender added, laughing. "So...you two...swing both ways?" He asked, happy to have been provided with the perfect opportunity to confirm his suspicions.

"Oh, we definitely swing straight toward the pussy." Jake said, mostly to reassure Logan. "But we've been known to be flexible when it comes to who we let get down on their knees." This explicit reference made the bartender raise his eyebrows. He looked around to make sure no other patrons were close enough to have heard how detailed their conversation had gotten. He was also surprised to learn these two guys weren't what he'd assumed. He was disappointed that they were straight or at least straight adjacent, but the idea of hooking up with two straight guys - especially ones this good looking, was now giving him a little wood.

"How flexible are you feeling after that beer?" The bartender asked, playfully.

"Are you inviting us behind the bar?" Jake asked. Logan sat in awe of the ease with which Jake maneuvered through the flirtatious conversation. He had completely underestimated his cousin.

"Somewhere more private might be a better option." The bartender said and then, as if anticipating Jake's next question added, "I get off at 2:00."

"And you think we should wait for you?" Jake said. His tone implied that it wasn't really a question as much as an indication that he was too impatient to wait that long.

"But what about Aaron and Brandon?" Logan asked. Jake was torn between being annoyed that Logan was being an incompetent wing man and being amused that he obviously was excited to get back to the room to find out what would happen with them.

"We think we might be able to coax some services out of our...how should I say this? Our party guests that are...used to being on their knees." Jake said in an unusual display of subtly. Even he thought it was rude to just blurt out, 'we have a couple of cock-sucking buddies waiting to blow us.'

"But here's the room number if you want to stop by and see if we're still partying when you get off." Jake added. "Got a pen?"

The bartender looked stunned but shook it off and turned to grab a pen from the back bar. Jake took it and reached across the dark cherry wood and grabbed the bartender's hand. He turned it over and wrote the room number on his palm and set the pen down. He patted the bartender on the shoulder and turned to leave but then stopped himself for second. "What your name?"

"Owen."

Logan smirked. He even had a hipster name to go with his hipster man bun.

"I'm Jake; this is Logan." Jake said and held out his hand as did Logan. A formal greeting seemed odd after tentatively making plans for a sexual encounter already. "Later, Bro."

--

"You should untuck your shirt." Jake said to Logan as they stood at the elevator banks.

"Is it that obvious?" Logan asked trying not to draw attention to his tented pants by looking down at it.

"Yup."

"Fuck." Logan said. He thought he'd adequately adjusted himself when he stood up at the bar. He casually yanked his short-sleeved oxford out of his pants to cover his crotch. He unbuttoned the next button from the top to make it appear as if he was just getting comfortable, exposing the well-defined cleft between the toned muscles of his pecs. They were dusted with dense, dark brown fur that appeared to have recently been trimmed short. "Better?"

"Nice."

"I gotta say, Cuz: you've grown up to be pretty cool." Logan said in a way that insinuated Jake should be thrilled to have been given his stamp of approval.

"I've always been cool, Cuz." Jake said. "Glad you're finally paying attention." He smirked at Logan to soften that delivery. Logan furrowed his brow but then got a wide grin on his face, as if acknowledging the respect that meant they were now peers. "You were hard that whole time; weren't you?"

"So were you." Logan said. He wasn't absolutely sure of that, but noticed Jake had returned from the restroom with his shirt conveniently untucked as well.

"So was Owen." Jake said, intentionally neither confirming nor denying his own arousal. He had been aroused though. He had been hard as a rock in the bar at the exhilaration of balancing both Owen's and Logan's expectations at the same time.

"I noticed." Logan said. "It was crazy to literally watch him tent his uniform as you were talking to him. I don't think I've ever seen that."

"He was an easy mark." Jake said. "I could tell he was into guys the second we sat down. I could tell by the way he looked at you."

"Really?"

"You probably don't notice because it's the way everyone looks at you." Jake said. He'd gotten the same look from Owen but thought it was useful to stroke Logan's ego. The elevator bell dinged and the doors, just to their left, opened. It was empty. The walls of the cab were mirrored. They walked in, side by side, looking at their reflection.

"We do look pretty damn good." Logan said.

"So good we've got random bartenders willing to drop to their knees for us." Jake said, grabbing his junk for dramatic effect.

"So...what now?" Logan said. "You think those guys are really gonna wanna...you know."

"Suck our cocks?" Jake said, enjoying that they were alone in the elevator cab and could finally speak freely. "I guess we'll see." He added, intentionally wanting Logan to believe it was possible, not a foregone conclusion. "If nothing else, we can have a beer and watch some porn and take the edge off." He smiled and made a dramatic gesture of pretending to jerk off with his fist at his crotch as he thrust his hips back and forth and then walked up to the mirrored doors and pretended to unload all over them, thrusting faster and then freezing in a mock display of ejaculation with his ass cheeks clenched tight.

Logan followed suit and held his fist at his shirt tails and turned sideways as if he were squirting his load on the side of Jake's thigh. They both started laughing and continued to thrust their hips back and forth when the elevator cab abruptly slowed to a stop and the door opened. Logan and Jake quickly stopped laughing and backed up against the wall. An older couple got on, looking surprised and then annoyed at their youthful rowdiness. They pushed a button near the top. Logan and Jake struggled to stifle giggles until the doors opened on their floor and they excused themselves and exited, bursting into laughter before the doors even closed.

Part 2: What Happens Next

They reached Brandon and Aaron's door. Jake knocked.

"I'm nervous." Logan said. He wasn't used to admitting to any vulnerability, but Jake was now in his inner circle - maybe all alone at the center of it.

"I'm horny." Jake said. "So horny right now. I haven't gotten off today like you have. I really fucking need it, bad."

"Same." Logan said. "I'm horny BECAUSE I just got it and know how good it is."

They heard the latch retract and the heavy hotel room door opened. "Hey guys." Brandon said. "What's up? Thought you were gambling." He was standing in an open, plush, white bathrobe and exposed sky- blue briefs that looked like it could have been a jockstrap. Jake recognized them as one of Aaron's many pairs. Brandon would never have to buy his own underwear again. They fit far more snuggly on Brandon's beefy body though. The leg opening strained against his thick thighs and his muscular stomach protruded slightly over the top of the 'Pump' logo on the wide waistband. The pouch was a different color blue with two narrow white lines running down the center as if outlining his flaccid penis and accentuating his bulge even more.

Logan made a barely audible grunt when his eyes reached that far down and they refused to leave. Brandon smirked which went unnoticed as neither of them were watching his face. Brandon cleared his throat. They both looked up again at the same time. He was confident that Logan wouldn't recognize him from their brief encounter in the dark with his back turned toward the window, but he was going to keep his robe on and avoid being in the same position, regardless.

"We were." Logan said. He intended for that to be the extent of their explanation, but Jake continued, wanting to make Logan squirm a little.

"Logan, here, got us kicked out." Jake added. Logan's head spun around, temporarily tearing his gaze away from Brandon's bulge. His expression was a mixture of anger and fear. Jake smirked. "It turns out he has a temper when you beat him at blackjack." Jake added. "The dealer misunderstood our friendly rivalry for an impending brawl." He paused. Logan closed his eyes in an expression of relief when he realized Jake wasn't going to out his escort fiasco. "Good thing there are a couple more casinos in this town." Brandon laughed.

"Hey!" Aaron said, coming out of the bathroom. He was also wearing the hotel's robe and it was also hanging open, exposing his naked body. Logan grunted again as his eyes immediately darted down to Aaron's dick, dangling six inches in its flaccid state. His platinum blonde bush was trimmed short. He was holding a glass of champagne. "Fuck. Sorry." He said grabbing both sides of his robe and holding it closed, unable to tie the belt with one hand.

"Nothing we all haven't seen a million times." Jake said, knowing Logan hadn't ever had the pleasure.

"So...what's up?" Aaron asked. "Thought you were gambling."

"They got booted out." Brandon said, laughing. "Some kind of scuffle over whose stack of chips was bigger."

"We all know whose stack is bigger." Jake said, intentionally looking down toward Aaron's hand, holding his robe. He playfully let go, allowing his robe to open again. He moved his hips back and forth, making his heavy meat swing back and forth until it was gently smacking against each thigh like a pendulum.

"He can make that stack of chips double in size too." Brandon said, slyly. "The house always wins." He paused for dramatic effect. "I'm the house." He added and all three of them laughed. Jake laughed hard. Logan laughed nervously. He wasn't used to hearing guys joke about sex with other guys. It made him uncomfortable, but it also made him hard.

Aaron just left his robe open and went to sit on the side chair in the sunken living room. He spread his legs, letting his balls rest on the inside of the white robe and long dick rest along his left thigh. He casually scratched his blonde bush.

"So you guys up for keeping the party going?" Jake said. "We can raid the mini bar and watch some porn."

"Um...we were about to..." Aaron said, looking at Brandon.

"To what?" Jake said, intentionally clueless. There was an awkward silence that was entirely for Logan's benefit. "Oh, wait." Jake added. "Were you two gonna..." He made a circle with his left and hand and shoved his index finger through it several times in the universal gesture for fucking. Brandon and Aaron played their parts perfectly - partly because that is exactly what they'd have been doing had they all not decided to see how far they could take things with Logan. Aaron, especially, had been particularly annoyed by Logan's toxic attitude all weekend and wanted to enjoy what he expected to be a humiliating takedown. His irritation was exacerbated by the knowledge that Brandon had just sucked Logan's cock - and not just sucked on it. He'd made Logan cum in his mouth. He kissed Brandon and tasted the salty jizz and smelled the bleachy scent that still coated his mouth. He was jealous. He didn't want to be. It wasn't like they never played around with other guys - and blow jobs were more fair game, but for some reason, he was jealous as fuck. For some reason he felt the need to make things even.

"Fuck?" Aaron said. "Were we gonna fuck?"

"Damn. Sorry, boys." Jake said. "C'mon. You got all night for that. The night's still young. Entertain us for a while. We just got kicked out of the casino. We need cheering up!"

"Yeah, but...we're horny." Aaron said, smiling. Logan laughed uncomfortably again and moved to sit on the sofa in an effort to hide the stiff prick that had just tented his pants again.

"Bro." Jake said, moving to sit next to Logan in the middle of the sofa. "We're young college men. We're ALL fucking horny. All the time." He paused and looked over at Logan. "Am I right?"

Logan laughed nervously again. He wasn't sure how to react. If he said, 'no', he wouldn't look like the typical viral college man. If he said, 'yes', it was an acknowledgment that he was horny in this moment - a moment in which he was continuously tempted to stare at Aaron's impressive meat, and Brandon's bulging blue jockstrap style underwear. "Right, Cuz." He finally said.

"Can you grab us some of those $22 beers in the mini-bar, Bro?" Jake asked Brandon as he pulled his shirt off over his head and kicked his trainers off. He was sitting in just his jeans. He casually stuck his left hand under the waistband just enough to feel the top of his pubes inside. He had recovered from the boner he'd sprung in the bar but now felt his dick stir again with anticipation.

Brandon stood up and walked to the mini bar in his open robe, looking like a boxer headed into the ring. Logan's eyes followed him, wishing the robe would fall free so he could see Brandon's guns. He had some of the most impressive arms he'd seen in a long time. Aaron watched Logan's eyes follow his boyfriend and he was struck by a wave of jealousy again, but his long, flaccid Johnson began to elongate across his thigh. He closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasurable tickle as his shaft spread over the tiny blonde hairs. He had grown an inch, but the weight of his manhood kept it from beginning to raise up off of him.

"So...which one of you is the...?" Logan started to ask and then wasn't sure how to put it. He'd tried this line of questioning with Matt and Will and hadn't learned his lesson.

"Bottom?" Aaron asked, looking irritated.

"Is that the one getting it up the...?" Logan spoke himself into another hole.

"Ass." Jake said. "Is ASS the word you're looking for?"

"Maybe it was, 'fuck hole'." Brandon said, flatly as if trying to guess the answer in a crossword puzzle.

"Maybe it was, 'bung hole.'...no, wait: 'corn hole'." Jake offered. "I am Cornholio!"

"I think he was about to say, 'poop chute'." Aaron chimed in, trying to enjoy himself again.

"Maybe it was, "fudge party'?" Brandon said. Jake and Aaron had been laughing and abruptly stopped.

"Fudge party?!" Jake said.

"Babe. What the fuck?" Aaron said and then busted out laughing. He paused with an expression of amused disbelief on his face. "Where did that come from?" Then he turned to Jake. "It's like I don't even know him." They both started laughing.

Brandon blushed. "Is that not a thing?"

"It's not a thing." Aaron said. "I'm disturbed that your brain, which is normally filled with footballs and puppies, came up with that." Brandon blushed an even deeper red. Aaron and Jake were laughing again. Even Logan, who had been silent, started to laugh.

"Actually, 'fudge party' was the term I was searching for." Logan said. They all busted out laughing harder. "So...which one of you is getting taken to the fudge party?" They laughed again.

"For the record, no one's going to any fudge parties. We just spent a fair amount of time prepping for our private party." Aaron said.

"Prepping?" Logan said.

"Yeah, you know, getting squeaky clean...back there...so no one ever has to go to any fudge parties. They may sound like fun....but they're not." Aaron said. Logan looked shocked like the idea had never occurred to him.

"So...both of you?" Logan asked, very sincerely. "Prepared yourselves?"

"Of course." Aaron said.

"So you both..."

"For fuck's sake. Yeah. We both like to fuck and get fucked. It's not rocket science." Aaron said, partly amused and partly annoyed. He was amused that Logan had suddenly found enough respect to at least ask gingerly, but annoyed that he was even having this conversation.

"Ok. So fire up some porn." Jake said, popping the cap off his bottle of overpriced Heineken. Then he opened Logan's bottle and clinked them together as if toasting to what was about to happen. He passed the opener to Brandon, who opened his bottle and tossed the opener to Aaron in the chair after pretending to start to whip the opener at Aaron's exposed crotch, making him flinch. Sometimes Brandon's nice-guy behavior was interrupted by his old high school jock self. They smiled at each other.

"Dude, take your shirt off. Get comfortable." Jake said to Logan.

"Ah....i'm fine." Logan said.

"Dude, you're sweating. You're pitting out. Take off your shirt. You're gonna ruin it." Jake said.

Logan held up his arm to see the big dark circles of moisture staining his expensive shirt. "Fine." He said and unbuttoned it and pulled it off. He neatly folded it and put it on the arm of the sofa. Aaron stared at Logan's beautiful chest. It was covered with dark fur but had been neatly trimmed short. He was so hot. Aaron's dong began to expand again. Within a few seconds it had filled out enough to make it swing up from his thigh so that it was lying up on his abs. He considered covering it with his robe; his instinct was not to let Logan see the primal, horny reaction that just removing his shirt had elicited. But his playful, devious side took over and he decided that minor embarrassment was worth it to both show off his porn cock and let Brandon know he wasn't the only one who could be shamelessly aroused by Logan.

Brandon sat on the other side of Jake and pulled a porn site up on his phone to project on the TV screen. Suddenly, the screen was filled with scene in a bedroom.

Brandon knew the scene was one of Aaron's favorites: a classic from Next Door Studios with Dante Colle and Aspen Solomon. They play roommates. The scene starts with Dante talking to his girlfriend on the phone, while lying on his bed in a pair of loose shorts. His roommate, Aspen, comes in and starts fucking around with him - trying to get him to laugh or distract him from their conversation after Dante has assured his girlfriend that they're alone. Aspen is like Jake - a playfully devilish instigator.

The four boys are watching in silence. Logan still doesn't know what he's about to see. Then Aspen pulls off his shorts, leaving him naked and exposing his full, dark bush, and ample flaccid cock and low hangers. Logan exhales sharply but remains silent. Aaron's dong fills out to a full erection and starts bouncing slightly with his breathing, hovering just above his blonde happy trail.

They watch the screen. Aspen climbs onto the bed naked to pester Dante and at one point shoves his plump cock into the pocket of Dante's shorts and starts playfully thrusting in and out. At this point it's still just frat house antics. Logan is hard as a rock.

Aaron wrapped his fist around his big stiff rod and began to play with the head of his cock. Brandon is openly rubbing his dick through the pouch of his briefs. Jake had his entire hand down his jeans now and is obviously squeezing and tugging on his own erection. Logan looks over and his eyes become saucers. There are so many places to look and all of them are places he knows he shouldn't. His own boner is throbbing for attention. He casually adjusts himself but otherwise can't bring himself to give in to his urgent need to masturbate.

Jake catches the 'adjustment' from the corner of his eye and makes the decision to up the ante. "Usually, I'll wait a bit to get this going, but it's been a long day and I wanna get this show on the road." He said to no one in particular and then unbuttons his jeans and pulls the zipper down, exposing his golden bush sticking out of the top of his underwear waistband. He yanks his jeans and underwear down together, making his banana rod slap back against his belly. He pulls one foot out, leaving his pants and briefs around his left ankle, as if too impatient to completely undress but wanting to spread his legs.

He pushes his thumb up under this tool so that its gentle arc points toward the ceiling. He squeezes his head and wipes the drops of precum it produces onto his thumb which he casually brings to his mouth and sucks off. It was as if that was simply his opening move for any masturbation session and he wasn't even aware he'd done it. Logan stared at him in astonishment. Jake pretended not to notice and started slowly stroking.

On the TV screen, Aspen had his hands up the leg opening of Dante's loose shorts and was playing with his dick as he continued to talk to his girlfriend. Jake finally looked over at Logan without missing a stroke. "Dude. What are you waiting for?"

"Um...for the girls to show up." Logan said.

"The only girl in this video is on the other end of that phone line." Aaron said. He spit into his palm and twisted it around his fat cock head.

"Wait, what?" Logan said. "I thought we were gonna watch some good-" Jake interrupted by taking his hand off his cock and bringing it to Logan's left cheek to pull his ear close to him.

"Dude, just go with it. Remember, we're trying to get these two horny enough to blow us." Jake whispered in Logan's ear. Then Jake dragged his thumb across Logan's lips.

"Dude! Gross!! What the fuck?" Logan said.

"Relax. I licked all my juice off." Jake said. "Like you've never tasted your precum."

"Dude, that's different! It's mine!" Logan blurted out and then realized Jake had gotten him to admit that he tasted his own dick juice. He blushed. He never blushed. He worked hard to never be in a position where blushing was even a possibility.

"C'mon. Get comfortable." Jake said. "I can tell you're boned up."

"I'm not." Logan protested. "This isn't making me horny."

"Dude, you've been boned up since the bar." Jake said, giving him an excuse other than the porn scene.

"You were boned up at the bar?" Aaron said.

"I wasn't." Logan said, but very unconvincingly.

"The bartender was flirting with him." Jake said.

"He was not!" Logan continued to protest.

"Doesn't everyone flirt with you?" Aaron said, trying to both flatter him and calm him down.

"Exactly!" Jake said.

"Not everyone who flirts with him gives him a boner though." Brandon quipped.

"I didn't have a boner." Logan said. Jake just nodded and smiled as if to say, 'yes, he did.'

"Fucker." Logan said. "I did not."

"You have one now." Jake said. He reached over and grabbed Logan's crotch. "See! I told you."

"I do not!!" Logan said, sounding like he was in junior high now.

"Bro, I just felt it." Jake said.

"Fuck you! I do not!" Logan said. He wanted to stand up and walk out but he did have a big boner that no matter how much he tried to ignore, wouldn't go away. It may have been because he kept glancing at the TV screen. Dante was now lying on his back, still talking to the girlfriend while a naked Aspen sucked his cock.

"Prove it!" Jake said. "Whip it out."

"I'm not fucking taking my dick out." Logan said.

"Bro, that's the whole point. To get off to the porn." Jake said.

"Not this porn." Logan said.

"C'mon. You like it. I just felt how much you like it." Jake said. "Like you wouldn't want to be talking to your frigid girlfriend while some buddy gives you the best head?" Jake paused. "That's the whole reason we're here."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aaron said, acting incredulous.

"We were hoping you two might be up for giving us a friendly brojob." Jake said.

This wasn't going exactly as they'd planned.

What the three of them had envisioned was coaxing Logan up to their room and then watching a little porn and getting boned up and rubbing their crotches - casually at first - and then more openly. Then someone - they all assumed it would be Jake - would unbutton their pants and pull out their stiff cock and start openly stroking. Aaron and Brandon would awkwardly follow suit in an effort to make Logan feel both comfortable and casual. Then one of them would reach over and start 'helping a buddy out' which would be generously reciprocated. It's the only polite thing to do. Finally, someone - again, undoubtedly Jake, would half-jokingly suggest that one of the other guys blow him. It should have gone like clockwork.

Now Logan was uncomfortable and pissed off. Jake needed to get the train back on the tracks.

"I'm just giving you shit, Cuz. Chill out." Jake said. Then he directed his comments to Brandon and Aaron. "Logan's right. We need some pussy on the screen. We're all for you boys getting hot but you can do that with straight porn. There's still dicks for you to look at."

Aaron rolled his eyes at the suggestion that Jake wasn't more interested in the dicks on the screen, but he also understood that the larger mission required Logan to know nothing about how much man sex Jake had had in the past. "Fine with me." He finally said.

"There must be some straight porn actor that gets you going?" Jake said to Brandon as he stopped the video before it progressed beyond just Aspen sucking off his buddy.

"I've always liked me some Tyler Nixon." Brandon said and they watched him use the search bar on the screen. He pushed play on a video with Tyler in nerdy glasses and shaggy hair with a girl with long, dark brown hair.

They all watched. Jake and Aaron were naked and openly stroking. Brandon was still rubbing his fat budge through his jock. Logan had relaxed enough to kick his shoes off and slump down into the sofa cushions. His hand was now draped over the crotch of his tented pants and was occasionally moving it, following the underside of his erection with his fingers through the fabric.

Several minutes into the video, Tyler Nixon started eating out the girl's pussy.

"Gross." Aaron said. "At least Tyler's ass is still in the shot, even though his ass is pretty scrawny."

"Gross?" Logan said, now acting cocky. "That's fucking HOT! Love eating pussy!" He added, obviously posturing.

"She's got nice tits." Jake said, attempting camaraderie.

"So nice!" Logan agreed, groping his stiff rod in his pants and sliding his hand along its length.

"You hard now, Bro?" Jake asked, giving Logan the opportunity to claim this new video was the cause of his arousal.

"Getting there, finally." Logan said. Jake glanced at Aaron and made the tiniest of smiles that only he could perceive. It was like when the two of them were back in high school, teaming up to make the most of some erotic situation.

"Nice, Bro. You ready to set Big Logan free?" Jake said, pushing his boner straight up again to show it off.

"Yeah...ok...this is getting me hot now." Logan said. In truth he had been ready to touch himself since he sat down.

"What about you, Brando?" Jake said.

"Yeah, I'm ready." Brandon said, casually and stuck his thumbs under his wide blue waistband and pulled his jockstrap briefs off by pulling his knees up to his chest and dragging the leg straps over his exposed, lightly fuzzy blonde ass. He put his legs back down, balled up his briefs and tossed them Aaron, who caught them and dramatically took a sniff before tossing at the TV screen.

"Damn. That's a fat fucker." Logan said when he saw Brandon's naked hardon.

"Thanks, Man." Brandon said. "As long as Aaron likes it." He was relieved that Logan had never really seen his dick during their earlier encounter in the dark, because he really wanted to start stroking. He could still taste and smell Logan's cum and he was even hornier than usual.

"It's my new favorite." Aaron said, smiling at Brandon. Jake rolled his eyes and groaned.

Logan didn't want to be viewed as the one who was uptight, and he was now desperate to give his cock some attention. This was probably the longest he'd ever left his hard cock unattended. He finally unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to mid-thigh. His 7 1/4" boner was lying on his trimmed black bush. His cock was as pretty as he was. Precum hung from the tip - evidence of just how long he'd been aroused. He picked it up at its base with just his thumb and index finger and gently tapped it against his abs, making a wet smacking sound. Jake looked over and smiled. Logan slipped his pants down to his ankles.

"'Bout time. Give Big Logan some lovin'." They smiled at each other. Logan spread his legs until his knee touched Jake's. That contact would normally have made him uncomfortable, but Jake was family so the familiarity felt more normal. He pushed his thumb up under the top side of his shaft, aiming it at the ceiling just as Jake had. Jake mirrored his action, and they compared their manhood like two Boy Scouts on their first camping trip.

"I'm bigger." Logan said.

Logan was correct, but the difference was less than a half inch. Jake would normally have been annoyed by any comparison that didn't leave him the winner, but he was used to not having the biggest dick. Since seventh grade, no one ever beat Aaron. Jake knew he had a nice one and that it was big enough - and he wanted to stroke Logan's ego. Given all of that, he still couldn't help stirring the pot.

"Are you sure?" Jake said, leaning over and grabbing Logan's stiff prick with his left hand and pushed their boners together to compare. Their sensitive heads touched and Logan let out a guttural grunt and precum oozed from his slit onto Jake's. Jake took his thumb and swiped it against Logan's head and swirled the slippery goo all around both of their heads. Then he squeezed Logan's shaft and slid his fist down to his based and let his hand rest in Logan's denser black bush. The prickly, trimmed hairs scratched against Jake's pinky finger. He'd always wanted to do this.

"Oh, Fuck!" Logan moaned in pleasure before instinctively trying to pull away. Jake knew he was pushing Logan's boundaries and casually released Logan's cock and they both sat up forward.

"I guess you got me beat by a hair." Jake said.

"More than a fucking hair." Logan said.

"Whatever."

Aaron stared at the line up of all three erections on the sofa.

"Bro, you're fuckin' horny! Your balls are up inside your body already. You're not gonna nut already are you?" Jake asked.

Aaron just smiled and shook his head. He spread his legs and scooted down in his chair. He put his legs up on the padded arms, exposing the egg-shaped mounds on either side of the budge where his hard shaft became his taint. His little star pucker was in its swirl of blonde fuzz. He sucked on his fingers and reached down to tap his hole. Logan looked shocked and disgusted and went back to watching Tyler tongue fuck the brunette's shaved twat. He decided to change the subject.

"So, you've never eaten pussy?" Logan asked Aaron, assuming his 'gross' comment wasn't based on personal experience.

"Um, no." Aaron said. "You couldn't pay me to get that close to one. I don't get it."

"Wow. I can't imagine that." Logan said. "I love making a girl cum with my tongue."

"Gross." Aaron said again. "Seriously stop. You're killing my boner." Everyone laughed. It wasn't true, of course. Aaron was horny as fuck and a little talk of vaginas wasn't going to tamp it down.

"What about you, Bro?" Logan asked Brandon.

"Yeah, I've done it." Brandon said. "My high school girlfriend liked it."

"And?" Logan continued.

"Meh." Brandon said. "It's fine. I don't think it's gross. It's just not...cock."

"Wow." Logan said. "What about you, Cuz?"

"Yeah, what about you?" Aaron reiterated Logan's question to Jake, smirking. He knew Jake had had sex with girls before - at least one or two, but he'd never heard him mention eating one out. He was curious how Jake would play this. He assumed there would be a glowing review of the sex act from a very unreliable narrator.

"Pussy rocks." Jake said. Aaron almost lost it. He had to pretend he was coughing. Everyone looked at him.

"I'm fine." Aaron said. "Something caught in my throat."

"Was it my dick?" Brandon said. Everyone laughed. "It should be." He smiled at his boyfriend.

"I was coughing, not gagging." Aaron said.

"Why don't you come on over here." Brandon said, pointing to the floor between his legs. "You don't want to watch this anyway."

Aaron looked back up at the screen just as Tyler was entering the brunette. The screen became a close up of his wide cock head pushing between her bald cunt lips. Once he'd bottomed out inside her, he held her legs apart and started slowly fucking her.

"I guess you're right." Aaron said and he slid his arms out of his white robe and walked the couple of steps toward Brandon. His heavy boner swung around wildly in front of him. He reached between his legs and groped his scrotum, letting his balls fall back down into their tight sac.

He stood in front of Brandon with his huge wang pointing right at his face. "You need to kiss it." Aaron said, cockily.

"Yes, Sir." Brandon said, smiling. He sat up and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the tip of Aaron's swollen head. Then he reached out with both hands and grabbed Aaron's shaft like a baseball bat and sucked his whole head into his mouth. Aaron put his hands behind his head, showing off his curly blonde armpit hair and flexed his guns as he moaned. Brandon removed one hand to grab Aaron's tight ball sack and tugged on it until he moaned again. Then he pulled off. "On your knees."

"Yes, Sir." Aaron said, smiling, making it obvious that they really were both versatile. Aaron dropped to his knees, put a hand on each of Brandon's bulky thighs, and opened wide to go down on his stubby fatty.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Brandon moaned and put his head back on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes.

Jake and Logan had both been watching and as soon as Brandon closed his eyes, they both turned their attention back to the TV as watching him like that seemed like an invasion of privacy.

"When was the last time you got laid?" Jake asked Logan. "Besides a few hours ago." He added, smirking.

"That doesn't count. That was just head." Logan said, dismissively, intentionally ignoring the fact that it had been from a man. He paused as if scanning his mental calendar. "Two weeks ago. Saturday night."

"Sweet." Jake said. "Somebody from school?"

"No idea. Some rando at a bar. An undergrad, I'm pretty sure. I'm sure she told me but I don't remember. They're always hitting up law students. It's like shooting apples in a barrel."

"I thought you said it was too much drama to bed a hottie?" Jake said.

"The bedding's easy. It's what comes after that's all the drama." Logan said. "They all think they've snared rich husband material. Then they get all clingy and start calling and texting and leaving messages for other girls that are on my Instagram. Then they have the nerve to call me an asshole when I blow 'em off." He paused again. "I was upfront with 'em in the bar. I just wanted to fuck."

"Totally." Jake said. He looked over at Aaron's chair to roll his eyes at him, forgetting he was right next to him on his knees. "That's why this situation is perfect. Blow and go. No drama. And the quality." They both sat, jerking off, watching the porn scene. Tyler was now fucking the brunette from behind. "That's my favorite." Jake added.

"Doggie?" Logan said, not looking away from the screen. "Same." He added. "No, wait: reverse cow girl. Better angle. And I like feeling their tits from behind."

"Totally." Jake said again. He swiped his thumb across his piss slit again and slurped up his juice. Logan pretended not to notice, but then did the same thing a minute later.

"Oh, FFUUUCCKKK!!" Brandon said as he reached to each side, grabbing the arm rest to his right and Jake's thigh to his left. Logan and Jake turned to look at him just as it was obvious that he was dumping his seed into Aaron's mouth. Aaron didn't flinch; he just kept sucking up and down and swallowing. Finally he pulled off when Brandon started squirming and tapping his shoulder.

"My turn." Jake said and turned to Logan to smirk. Logan's eyes got big as if he hadn't really believed this was actually going to happen.

Aaron wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and just moved sideways on his knees until he was between Jake's legs. He leaned forward and grabbed Jake's cock. He ran his hand up and down the length of Jake's shaft, following the curve and pressing his thumb against the underside of his piss slit. Then he looked up at Jake's face and smiled and dove down into his lap.

Brandon scowled. He was instantly jealous. Even though the three of them had played around often in the gym showers back in the boy's hometown when Jake and Aaron were in high school, now that he and Aaron were a couple, Brandon was irrationally insecure that they shared a past.

"Move over." Brandon said getting on his knees. His cock was still plump and dripping the remnants of his cum load, but he wanted Aaron off Jake's cock. He also didn't want to be the one to have to get on his knees for Logan. He feared that Logan might suddenly recognize his mouth and his technique as well as his body from that familiar angle.

Aaron pulled up off of Jake's rod and looked at Brandon. Brandon just nodded over to Logan and if directing Aaron. Aaron was smart enough to realize the same things: that sucking Jake's cock would annoy his boyfriend instead of turning him on - and that Logan might recognize Brandon in that position. He was frankly amazed that he hadn't already.

Aaron gave an almost imperceptible nod and moved over in front of Logan. He had conflicted feelings about being in that position. On the one hand, he thought Logan was an asshole and he didn't want to be of service to an asshole. But that opinion was softening somewhat now that he knew Logan had chosen to be serviced by a guy and that his obnoxious behavior was likely some sort of internal defense mechanism to quell his own panic over his desire.

On the other hand, Logan was hot - crazy hot. Just watching him pull down his pants and aim his boner toward the ceiling made Aaron's cock throb. His hotness was in perfect contrast to Brandon's. Where Brandon was a blonde, superhero, god - Logan was a dark, brooding panther. Aaron could separate the body from the douchebag. He had been avoiding eye contact with Logan. He didn't want to see Logan's smugness. He finally looked up into Logan's face and was surprised to see a mixture of insecurity and lust.

"You ready." Aaron asked. Logan turned to look at Jake who had his hand on top of Brandon's head, guiding it up and down. Jake lifted his butt up off the sofa cushion, pushing his stiff cock up further into Brandon's mouth, making him gag until he moved his head up in response. Jake pushed on Brandon's head until he gagged again, and saliva drooled down in his Jake's bush. Then he sat back down and put his hands behind his head so Brandon could continue on his own.

"You want some of this, Bro." Jake said to Logan, smiling. "You know how good it is. I bet Aaron sucks cock better than that escort." He added, secretly giving Brandon shit - not the wisest tact when that 'escort' has your cock in his mouth. Brandon gave Jake a tiny bit of teeth, making Jake flinch for a second. Brandon's hand was already cupping Jake's balls and he gave them a hard squeeze. Jake flinched again. "But I know how good that escort was." Jake added, contritely. "Their skill is the whole reason you're back for more." Jake was careful to use a neutral pronoun when complimenting Brandon. He had Logan right at the end of the diving board and wanted to watch him jump off.

Logan looked at Aaron and nodded. "I've heard you're really good at it." He spread his legs a little further apart and slid his junk to the edge of the sofa cushion, letting his balls hang off the edge.

Aaron smiled and grabbed Logan's balls. He fondled them gently for a minute, tugging on them and pushing up against his taint. Logan shaved them. Aaron could feel the tiny stubble in his palm. He grabbed his fat cock head with his right hand and twisted it around. Logan moaned.

"That's it. Play with my fucking balls. Girls are so shitty at that." Logan said. "I love seeing you jack off down there. I love that just my balls are making you horny." Aaron looked him in the eyes again. He sat up on his heels and let Logan watch the long strokes it took to get from his base to his head. He closed his eyes when he reached his head and moaned again.

"You ready for my mouth?" Aaron asked again, wanting to hear the douchebag beg to be blown.

"Yes. YES." Logan said through heavy breathing. "C'mon. I need it."

"I can tell you need it." Aaron said, stroking faster at Logan's feet. He loved that Logan's eyes were glued to his porn cock. "But do you WANT it?" He added, teasing.

"Fuck yes!" Logan said, anxiously.

"Fuck yes, what?" Aaron said, tugging harder on Logan's nut sac until his thick boner was standing straight up. Aaron blew on it and watched goose bumps appear on Logan's forearms.

"Dude! C'mon!! YES. I want it! I fucking want your mouth on my cock. C'mon!!"

Aaron smiled and went down on Logan's rod. He wasn't nearly as thick as Brandon's beer can cock, but he was considerably longer. He was bigger than Jake in both length and girth - not by a lot, but enough that he could make the mental comparison. Aaron and Brandon didn't fool around with others much at all - only on special occasions like this, so it had been a while since Aaron had to really exercise his throat. It came back to him like riding a bike and he started to ignore his earlier goals of humiliating Jake's asshole cousin and just enjoyed his favorite pastime.

"Holy Fucking shit!" Logan said. "This is fucking amazing!" He put his hand on Aaron's head but only to exaggerate the feeling of the up and down motion on his prick - not to push down on it. There was no need. Aaron had been sucking cocks for almost a decade now and was easily taking Logan's entire length. Aaron was swallowing hard to massage Logan's cock head in his throat - a skill Logan had never experienced. "You are even better than the escort." Logan said. "You're right. Guys do it so much better."

Brandon coughed, making Jake laugh.

"I'm sure you're just more relaxed now. Remember you got boned up in the bar telling me about how awesome the escort's head was? It's the whole reason you wanted another one tonight." Jake said, careful to appease Logan's need to keep the fact that he'd called a male escort under wraps, while making sure Brandon knew how good his blow job had been. "The best blow job you've ever had is always the one you're currently getting."

It wasn't like Jake to be the one to try to smooth things over, but it was working. Logan was smiling at Jake and offered up both a high five and a fist bump as Aaron's and Brandon's heads bobbed up and down in their laps.

Jake grabbed the remote then realized it was being cast from Brandon's phone. He reached for that on the arm of the sofa but the screen was locked.

"Look at me, Bro." Jake said to Brandon. He held the phone up to Brandon's face and the screen opened. "It worked! It fucking knew Brandon's face with a cock in his mouth!" Logan and Jake laughed. Brandon smiled through Jake's shaft. Aaron couldn't help but pull off to laugh too.

"Back to work, Bro." Logan said to Aaron and pulled on his curly blonde hair to bring his mouth back down to his lap. Jake typed in, 'frat boy blow jobs' and scrolled through the video options on the screen. There were several videos of guys in shirts with Greek letters, blowing each other. Jake clicked on one and forwarded to the point at which the frat guys were trading blow jobs. "Whoa!" Logan said. "What the fuck?!"

"Aaron, is this what it's like at your buddy's frat house?" Jake asked. Aaron pulled off Logan's cock and turned to watch the screen.

"I don't know. You tell me. You're the one who's spent the night in their house last semester." Aaron said and went back to work.

"They did circle jerk in the big communal shower." Jake said, laughing and omitting the part of the night when he and Aaron's buddy, Brett did exchange blow jobs.

"Wait. For real?" Logan said.

"For real." Jake said. "And, no, Aaron, I as not the one that started it." He laughed.

"You've done that before?" Logan said.

"Oh, fuck." Aaron said, pulling off again. "I literally can't count the number of circle jerks in the showers in the locker room in high school."

"No shit!" Logan said.

"Did you?" Jake said.

"We thought everyone did." Aaron said. "Until I got to college and found out that was weird."

"Not that weird." Jake said, referring to the frat house.

"Damn." Logan said. "No wonder you're so comfortable with this shit."

Aaron wanted to elaborate but decided to just go back down on Logan's pretty cock.

"Can you switch this back to some fucking?" Logan asked Jake about the porn.

"Oh, yeah. Of course." Jake said and had to hold up the phone to Brandon's face again. "I can't believe that works it's so funny!" He scrolled to a scene where two guys were sitting on their dorm bed getting blow jobs from college girls. In reality, likely none of them had ever been to a college. "How's that? We can fantasize we're in a dorm room." Jake added. He had been fantasizing about fall semester when he would be living this life in college after he transferred.

"Nice." Logan said. "Which girl is on your dick?"

"The one on the left." Jake said.

"Perfect." Logan said. "I get the brunette."

A couple of minutes later, Aaron put his arm over on Brandon's shoulder and then his back. He pulled off and moved over and grabbed Brandon's neck and pulled him off Jake's cock and kissed him. They started making out. They turned fully sideways, so their stiff cocks were rubbing against each other.

"Holy fuck!" Logan said. He didn't seem disgusted this time. He was too horny.

"That's fucking hot, boys!" Jake added in encouragement. "Our cocks made 'em so horny they're getting after each other now."

"I've never seen this." Logan said. He grabbed his cock and started stroking.

"It's hot, isn't it?" Jake said. "Fucking naughty as shit, right?"

"No shit." Logan said. "I can't believe how hot it is to see in real life. I mean I've seen it in movies and shit, but this..."

"You want some?" Brandon said and moved up between Jake's legs and put his palm on Jake's chest and leaned in and put his lips on Jake's. Jake knew Logan would think this was a first. In reality Jake and Brandon had shared many kisses when the three of them would fool around in the gym showers. He liked kissing Brandon. Maybe as much as kissing Aaron at the time. He had soft, full lips and always smelled like breath mints and Gatorade. He struggled to not kiss back. He didn't want Logan to think he was too eager.

Brandon's cock was completely hard again. He liked that he had gotten to mess around with Jake in front of Aaron. It somehow made things even in his mind. Aaron was oblivious to this jealousy. He and Jake had been tight back in the day, but it was never the kind of feelings that he has now for Brandon. He and Jake were just partners in crime.

"You wanna see what it feels like?" Aaron asked Logan, noting how fast Logan was stroking as he watched his cousin kiss the muscle god.

"I'm good." Logan said. Aaron made note of the fact that it wasn't a, 'fuck no'.

"Move closer." Brandon said. Jake immediately scooted closer to Logan so that their entire sides were touching. Jake put his arm around Logan's shoulder on the back of the sofa. "Now turn toward each other."

"I'm not fucking kissing my cousin." Logan said. Aaron noted again that it wasn't, 'I'm not kissing a fucking dude.'

"Awww. C'mon, Cuz." Jake joked and turned to plant a kiss on Logan's cheek. Logan flinched. "Kidding. Chill."

Brandon grabbed both of their boners and pulled them even closer together until they touched each other. Brandon moved them around each other, swirling their soft cock heads together. He watched as precum leaked from both of their piss slits as their bodies acknowledged the intense pleasure. Then Brandon slurped up the juice from both of their heads and took them both into his mouth, just covering their glans with his plump lips. He sucked hard.

"Fuck!!" Both Logan and Jake said at the same time.

"Oh my god. This feels amazing!" Logan said. "Don't stop."

Aaron leaned forward and pushed his face into the mix. He and Brandon started making out and alternating taking both Logan's and Jake's cock heads into their mouths. They slurped back and forth, sucking and licking and kissing. Spilt drooled down both shafts. Both Brandon and Aaron were jacking off as they played. Logan's and Jake's pubes were slick and matted. Jake moved his arm over to Logan's shoulder and pulled him closer. Logan leaned into Jake to get their shafts aligned. He put his head on Jake's shoulder. Jake put his face in Logan's thick dark hair. Slowly their faces moved closer. Their cheeks were touching. Jake's lips brushed Logan's jaw line and he kissed it. Logan turned his head until their lips were close. Jake opened his mouth slightly and their lips met. As soon as Jake felt the softness of his cousin's lips, he pulled Logan even closer and slid his tongue between his lips. Logan moaned and pushed into Jake's mouth and started kissing back. Jake moaned and exhaled into Logan's mouth. Logan had never been this horny. He just started aggressively making out. They were both moaning and grunting and thrusting their slippery cocks together.

"Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck!" Logan grunted almost inaudibly into Jake's mouth. "FUUUUCK!!" He moaned as his ass clenched and his cock began to spurt forceful ropes of white jizz everywhere. Ropes shot up on Jake's chest and stomach and shoulder, into Aaron's open mouth, and even up Brandon's nose. He continued to buck for more than thirty seconds until he finally came down. He turned away again and rolled into a sitting position again, breathing hard.

"Fuck, yeah!!" Jake yelled. "That was so fucking HOT!!" He also turned back to a sitting position and just started jacking off hard and fast.

"Let me take it!" Brandon said trying to lean forward and take Jake back in his mouth.

"Ohhhh, Yeeeaaaahhhhh!" Jake groaned as he shot his load into Brandon's mouth. Brandon swallowed furiously to take it all. Jake had a particularly large load that spilled out at the sides of Brandon's mouth. Jake thought he was in control of his orgasm but got pushed over the edge after seeing Logan lose control. He wasn't sure what to expect, but that was definitely hotter than he'd expected. Even if he'd convinced Logan to actually fuck one of these two guys, he never let himself picture making out while frotting their cocks together between two sets of lips.

Brandon and Aaron kissed again, making out with Jake's load between them. Their faces were slick with split and jizz. They both sat back on their heels - both hard and casually playing with their boners but seemingly in no hurry to get off.

"Damn. That's what I'm talking about." Jake said. "I really fucking needed that!" He looked over at Logan who was in a daze as he recovered. "How're you doing, Loge?"

"Um...yeah...that was...intense." Logan said. "Fuck." He shook his head slightly and stood up, his plump dick still half hard and sticking straight out. "I gotta piss." He walked up the steps and into the bathroom where he relieved himself. He left the door open so the other three weren't able to comment out loud.

Jake mouthed, 'that was crazy.' Brandon licked his lips and smiled and nodded. He was very happy. He wasn't one to enjoy being slutty, but he was taking the 'what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas' mantra to heart. Aaron looked a little stunned. He wasn't sure what to think. That had definitely been hot as fuck. He was still horny but that hadn't gone down as he'd expected. He wanted some sort of humiliation for Logan as payback for his douchebagery.

Logan finished pissing and walked naked back down into the living room. He started gathering his clothes. He located his underwear and stepped into them, adjusting his still-swollen manhood inside them and pulling on his pants. He put on his shirt as all three of the boys watched the disappearance of Logan's beautiful chest as he buttoned. He grabbed his shoes and ankle socks in one hand and chugged the last of his beer with the other.

"Where're you going?" Jake asked.

"I gotta go." Logan said. He wasn't willing or able to elaborate. "This was..." he started but couldn't finish.

"Uh...ok, Bro. There's still plenty of party time left. It's our last night." Jake said. Logan ignored him and turned to leave. He opened the door. "You still owe me a lot of money, Loge." Logan ignored him and let the heavy hotel room door slam shut behind him.

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"So..." Brandon said, just wanting to see what Aaron and Jake thought about what had just gone down.

"So...yeah." Jake said. "That was pretty crazy, right?"

"Is that why they call it, 'kissing cousins'?" Aaron said, smirking.

"No doubt." Jake laughed. "That was pretty hot. I really needed that, too."

"The kissing?" Aaron said.

"No, the blow job." Jake said. "The kissing was hot though, for sure. Made me nut faster."

"Made HIM nut faster." Brandon said.

"I can't believe he still doesn't even know that we know that he called the male escort number." Aaron said. "I REALLY wanted to see his face when he found out."

"I can't believe he didn't recognize me." Brandon said.

"Are you disappointed?" Jake asked.

"I'm not sure." Brandon said.

"What's important here is that I give better head than my boyfriend." Aaron said, smiling at Brandon.

"Fuck you." Brandon said, smiling back.

"That's the plan." Aaron said. "Are you going back down to the casino?" He added to Jake. "Oh, right...you've been banned."

"Fuck you." Jake said.

"You wanna?" Aaron said, looking at Jake and avoiding eye contact with Brandon. He had enjoyed this nostalgic revisiting of their high school threesomes. He wasn't sure if he was serious or not. He'd wait for Jake's response to decide. He got Brandon's response instead.

"He doesn't." Brandon said, before Jake could. "He was just leaving."

"I was?" Jake said.

"I thought that's what you said." Brandon said, knowing that he hadn't.

"I can take a hint." Jake said. "Is this too weird now?" He paused for a response, even though it was mostly rhetorical. "I get it." he added, sounding disappointed. "You sure you two don't want to just get on your hands and knees on the bed next to each other and let me decide which one of you to do first?"

Aaron shrugged, as if that would have been fine. It had been a long time since he'd been the meat in the sandwich. The thought sent blood back to his dong. Brandon looked annoyed.

"You just shot a load." Brandon said.

"So did you." Jake said. "That didn't stop you from getting boned up again giving me head." Brandon blushed and scowled at the same time. The truth was that Jake was turning him on, as he sat, still naked on the sofa, sipping his beer with a string of semen hanging from his piss slit to the sofa cushion. But he wanted Aaron to himself. He'd been thinking about fucking him all day. He wanted them to be able to enjoy a nice romantic night in a fancy hotel room. He had a fantasy of having Aaron take him from behind, naked against the window, just like Logan had, only fucking as well. He wanted to watch the reflection in the window with the lights of the strip in the background.

"Ok, boys." Jake said. "I'll leave you two to your romantic evening. What's left of it anyway." He put his clothes back on and dumped his empty bottle in the trash on the way out. "Later, Gents. Make sure you both go 'all in'!"

Aaron and Brandon both waved from their spots on the floor, still sitting naked on their heels. Their boners had subsided, but their dicks were still plump and heavy. They started making out again. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

"What did he forget?" Brandon asked. Aaron shrugged. "I'll go see." He added sighing and stood up and put his robe back on, leaving it hanging open, and walked to the door. He was startled and immediately grabbed the sides of his robe to close it.

"Hey." A tall, slender man in his mid-thirties with a man bun said.

"Uh...hello?" Brandon said.

"It's not Jake?" Aaron said from the living room and walked, naked, up the stairs into the bedroom and stopped when he saw the stranger at the door. He'd left his robe down in the living room. He just stood, frozen. The bartender with the man bun, stared in astonishment at Aaron's swollen porn dong that was hanging straight down, still swinging between his legs, even after he'd stopped.

"Can we help you?" Brandon asked.

"Uh...maybe I have the wrong room. Is Jake here...or Logan?" He asked.

"Ah...you must be the bartender." Aaron said, smirking.

"Jake gave me this room number and said I should come up after my shift ended." He said. "I'm Owen."

"Nice to meet you, Owen." Brandon said, always being polite. He stuck his hand out to shake, letting his robe fall open again as his other hand was holding the door open. Owen instinctively looked down and his eyes smiled.

"You just missed them." Aaron said.

"Damn." Owen said, obviously disappointed. "They seemed like...fun."

"They were." Aaron said, smiling. "You wanna come in?"

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