Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party

Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party: Chapter 1

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Dear Readers:

This story follows characters from my earlier stories, "Taking Our Sons to the Tournament", "Home After the Tournament", and "Our Sons College Tournament" - but was written so that new readers wouldn't necessarily need to catch up, although you'll enjoy it much more if you do.

The story follows two dads (Will and Matt), both in their early forties, and their sons (Jake and Eric). Many other characters emerge as well. Matt had been recently divorced and Will was in a stagnant, sexless marriage.

They were introduced in the story titled, "Taking Our Sons to the Tournament" which last posted on 4/22/22. It describes how Will and Matt, who had only been casual acquaintances (as their sons were best friends and teammates), discovered and explored their bi curiosity - while their sons did the same - all while staying at a large hotel, attending a high school wrestling tournament in the big city a few hours from their hometown.

The second installment, "Home After the Tournament" (last posted on 1/20/23) followed the dads and their sons once they returned home from the tournament weekend and navigated life after these secret desires had been unleashed.

The third installment, "Our Son's College Tournament" (last posted on 12/22/23) jumps ahead two years to when the boys are college freshmen. Matt's son, Eric competes in his first college wrestling tournament. Will is now recently divorced and living with Matt. They both make the trip with Will's son, Jake, who lives with them and is enrolled in the local community college, to watch the tournament - with some unexpected results.

The title of this story alludes to one of those unexpected results. Sorry for the spoiler if you're new to Will and Matt.

Chapter 1 - Friday Night. Some Of It Anyway.

Part 1: Vegas Arrival

"They said the elevators were this way, Aaron." Eric said, grabbing his buddy's arm and redirecting him. "We're on 17."

Eric and Jake had made all of the arrangements for their fathers' bachelor party weekend. They had it all planned out and were pretty proud of themselves.

Jake would be arriving later with their dads. Jake's uncle Jeff - Will's older brother - and his cousins, Logan and Tristan, were scheduled to arrive later this afternoon as well. The rest of the party wasn't going to make it until Saturday.

Eric and their mutual buddy Aaron, who both attended the University a few hours from their hometown, had caught an earlier flight and were hitting the ground running on the weekend party.

"What time is dinner again? When does Jake get here with your dads?" Aaron asked.

"Dude, I just told you all this on the plane. Their flight left an hour ago and they got routed through Dallas instead, so they should be here by 4:30 - just in time to check in before happy hour." Eric said.

"Sorry; you lost me at Dallas. I was distracted by that Flight attendant. That's three hours. What do you wanna do? Gamble?" Aaron said.

"Distracted? You were practically ready to join the mile high club. I've never seen anyone flirt so hard just ordering a coke and deciding which snack to take." Eric said.

"Really? It was that bad?" Aaron said. "I'm off my game...also, I'm already in the mile high club."

"Really? When? With who?" Eric said, surprised.

"On the way to Cancun last year for spring break." Aaron said, casually. "It was when I'd been hooking up with that professor and had just found out he was married, and his wife was pregnant. I didn't take it very well."

"Yeah. That sucked." Eric said and paused. "And?"

"And what? We did it in the rear restroom." Aaron said.

"You and who?" Eric said.

"Some guy." Aaron said.

"Some guy?" Eric said. "What the fuck? What do you mean, 'some guy'?"

"I spotted him sitting across from me at the gate, waiting to board. He was wearing cargo shorts and flip flops, and I could see up the leg of his shorts. He had hairy legs - golden hair like Will's...and Jake's. Anyway, I could see his dick head and his left nut. He caught me staring and smirked at me and spread his legs. It was embarrassing getting busted. He was hot as fuck though, but I know what you're thinking: cargo shorts? But he had-"

"I don't need the details." Eric stopped him.

"You literally just asked for the details." Aaron said.

"I don't care what he looked like." Eric said. "I just meant, was it someone we knew or like, a stranger. So, it was this stranger?"

"Yeah."

"Wait, how does that even happen? Like, once you're on the plane. Did you talk to him? Where was he sitting?"

"So, now you do want the details?"

"Fuck you." Eric said, smiling.

"He was in front of me somewhere. He got up and was walking past me back to the bathroom. He smiled when he saw me and just casually lifted up his tee shirt and scratched his golden happy trail and showed off what looked like a six pack. Then he slid his hand under his waistband a little." Aaron said. "Then he was past me."

"Like, on purpose?"

"Seemed like it. He slowed down as he walked past me. He was staring right at me. I had an aisle seat, and my hand was hanging off the arm rest and he let his hairy leg brush against the back of my hand. So, I waited a second and then just got up and followed him. Great ass too."

"Jesus, A. I said, less detail." Eric said, shaking his head. The elevator doors opened, and they got on, pulling their carry-on bags. Fortunately, they were the only ones riding.

"So we waited in the back until some woman left the bathroom and then he went in and I just went in too and shut the door."

"No one saw you?" Eric asked.

"Not sure. So, I'm mostly hard by this point and those rooms are tiny so my crotch is rubbing right up against his ass. I reached down and grabbed a hold of it. The guy was fuckin' fit and then I reach around and shoved my hand down his shorts and he was-"

"Dude. I get it. You fucked a stranger on a plane. Congratulations." Eric said. The elevator doors opened on the 17th floor and the two of them got out and walked down the hall. Eric was scanning the room numbers. "We're this way." He added making a left at a fork in the corridor.

"Dude, you asked." Aaron said.

"Well, I'm un-asking." Eric said.

"I didn't fuck him." Aaron said. Eric didn't respond. "He turned around and sat on the can and unzipped me and sucked me off."

"Got more than he bargained for there, I bet." Eric said. "Here's your room. I'm with Jake across the hall here. 1727. By the way, why do you need game? You have Brandon now." Eric said.

"I know. You know I don't fuck around. I can still flirt though." Aaron said. "So, what do you wanna do?"

"It's like a hundred and seven outside. Wanna go to the pool?" Eric said. "It's supposed to be awesome here."

"Definitely." Aaron said. "Give me five minutes to unpack and change." He waved his key card in front of the lock. "I'll come back over here." Eric said. "I gotta call Lana and tell her we're here."

"You gonna have a little phone sex too? How long you gonna be?" Aaron said, opening his door. "I can meet you at the pool. Whoa, this room is awesome! Holy shit!" He added as he walked into the room he would share with his boyfriend, Brandon. Brandon had to work at his job as a bartender at a big night club called Cell Block. He could only get Saturday night off so wouldn't be here until tomorrow.

The hotel rooms in the Venetian were all bi-level suites. The bed and bathroom were there when you walked in and then there was a large sunken living room, down a few steps, and a wall of floor to ceiling windows looking out over the Las Vegas strip.

Aaron tossed his carry-on bag on the bed and unzipped it. Eric followed him in to look at the room. "Damn. These rooms are pretty cool. Dad was right. He stayed here for some conference before and said this place had the best rooms and the best pool." His room faced the Wynn, and they could see people partying on the rooftop pool below.

"What do you think - trunks or Speedo?" Aaron asked, holding up two small pieces of nylon. The trunks were hot pink, and the Speedo was white with three navy blue stripes on one side of the hip.

"Depends." Eric said. "How much attention do you want to draw to your junk?" Both swimsuits were skin tight and would show off Aaron's monster endowment. The white one would obviously get more stares. Eric had been watching Aaron change in the high school locker room since they were freshmen on the wrestling and baseball teams. He'd seen it erect too because his best friend, Jake, had frequently led the team in post-match circle jerks - and then there was that weekend away at their first out-of- town tournament when they'd all taken things a little further than just a circle jerk. But that was a long time ago and Eric had left that adolescent experimentation behind after he discovered how good a pussy felt his junior year. Aaron on the other hand, had never had any interest in learning what pussy felt like. He'd only ever been fascinated by cock and everything masculine that was attached to it.

Then there was Jake. Eric had taught his best friend how to jerk off when he finally hit puberty at 14 - two full years after Eric had secretly been masturbating every day, at least once - usually more. Once the flood gates had opened for Jake, though - he became obsessed with the ability to give himself that much pleasure - and he loved coaxing anyone around him to join in.

Eric still wasn't sure how things would turn out for Jake - about his sex life. He knew Jake had done a lot more with guys than just circle jerk. He'd been a part of it that weekend at the tournament in the hotel - but Jake had messed around with Aaron all through high school at least until Aaron went off to college a year ahead of them. Eric never really knew what was up with that. He could tell just by the way Jake and Aaron casually touched each other, that they were more than just buddies. Everyone knew it really even though neither of them ever talked about it.

Even after Aaron went off to the University a few hours away, Jake only hung out with a few girls and he was very tight-lipped about what they'd done, which was not like Jake at all. Jake normally couldn't keep his mouth shut - about anything - especially sex.

Jake is as handsome as his father, Will and Will could be a movie star. There were cheerleaders practically begging to be with him. He'd told Eric none of them sucked his cock as good as Aaron or even as good as Eric had those couple of times in the hotel. That was different though. Eric was one of those rare guys who can suck their own cock. Once Jake learned that, he desperately wanted Eric to try it on him - and Jake can be very persuasive. It wasn't like Eric didn't like it. He didn't mind it after doing it to himself - and it was a way to get someone else to do it to him. This was before he had any hope of getting a cheerleader to do it. At least that's what he thought at the time. He made sure Jake did it first and Jake didn't seem to mind either.

"Those are both...less subtle than I was expecting." Eric said about Aaron's swimsuit selection. Aaron had always been comfortable with his sexuality but was also not one to flaunt it. He would attend a pride parade, but you were not likely to see him on any floats wearing rainbow shorts and a feather boa. The key to his popularity and acceptance on campus had always been the way he was just a regular guy. That, and the fact that he was blonde and cute. Eric admired him for the way he'd made so many friends. Eric liked a social scene, but he'd always been more comfortable letting a buddy navigate those waters for him. He had always been Spock to someone else's Captain Kirk. Jake had done it in high school and now Aaron and Eric's roommate Leo were taking that role in college.

"I know. But this is Vegas! Everything's bigger here." Aaron said as he looked out at the spectacle of the Las Vegas strip.

"That's Texas, A." Eric said. "And your dick better not be bigger here or it will need its own room."

"Maybe I'll buy a new pair here tomorrow. I'm going with white for now. You go beat off with Lana. I'll meet you down there." Aaron said and pulled his polo shirt off over his head to expose his fit, hairless chest. Eric opened the door to head to his room just as Aaron let his shorts drop to the floor.

"Later, A."

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Part 2: The Pool

"Holy shit. Those are even more obnoxious ON you." Eric said as he walked up to Aaron lying on a chaise lounge chair a couple of rows back from pool. "Did you cause a scene walking through the hotel?" Eric was staring right at Aaron's crotch that even in his flaccid state, produced an enormous bulge in his tight Speedo. His limp dick was folded over his balls and his visible head was almost completely under his sack as if he could push his purple mushroom head right into his pucker with little effort. The edges of his suit were pulled away just slightly enough not to be obscene as if you thought you could see the skin on the side of his scrotum, but you weren't sure. It might just be a shadow cast by the bulge itself.

"It's Vegas, E. No one even noticed." Aaron said. Eric doubted that. He glanced around and noted several eyes glued to the big white bulge - both men and women - and knew Aaron was either downplaying the reaction he'd gotten or was genuinely oblivious.

Eric settled into the lounge chair next to him and slathered himself with suntan lotion. Eric's bulky, muscular physique was getting stares of its own. One doesn't place second in the college wrestling tournament as a freshman without having the impressive body to accomplish that. His swim shorts clung to the top of his round ass and hung loosely out over his dark, hairy thighs at the base of his ass, exaggerating how far out the bubble protruded. His thick, hairy thighs and defined calves would have gotten their own attention if his bulging biceps and trimmed, furry pecs hadn't stolen people's gaze. The fact that he was now oiled up only made the show better.

Eric had always been insecure about how a girl as hot as Lana could end up with him. He was apparently oblivious to his own hotness as well. Lana loved that his dark, furry body looked like a grown-ass man, but the mop of dark curly hair and cute face made his manliness adorable.

"So you're looking a little...plump down there. Did you just knock one out with Lana?" Aaron asked glancing down at the bulge in Eric's much more modest shorts. No one would have noticed, but Aaron had spent his high school years secretly examining the bulges of his buddies and could tell the difference between the normal bulge that Eric's fat prick makes and the little extra size that accompanies his plumper, post-orgasm version. Eric just blushed like he'd already gotten a sunburn. "Holy shit! You did!!" Aaron said, loudly enough that several people turned to look at them and then naturally focused on Aaron's groin of which he was, again, oblivious. "I was just giving you shit. I didn't think you'd actually phone bone already. You just left her this morning. Didn't you fuck her before you left?" Eric blushed again, all the way down to his neck. Aaron just busted out laughing. "You're one horny fuckin' dog, E- Man."

"It wasn't like I planned to." Eric said, referring to his recent masturbation and not his morning sex with Lana. He'd definitely planned that. "I really was just gonna let her know we checked in and then change and come down here."

"Is that dried nut in your happy trail, Bro?" Aaron asked, smirking and staring at a matter spot in the dark mine of hair that extended down the center of Eric's abs into his trunks.

"Oh, fuck." Eric said. He swiped his finger across the white goo caught in his fur and held it to his nose. "Maybe." He added smirking. "Actually, I can't tell. I'm going with sunscreen."

"Good cover." Aaron said. "So, did she just start talkin' dirty to you right away?"

"Pretty much." Eric said. "I told her I was changing to go to the pool, and she asked if I was naked yet."

"And were you?" Aaron said. He turned to catch Eric's eye. "Just wanna picture it in my head here."

"I bet you do, perv." Eric said. "I did it right in front of the window. It was hot. I shot all over the glass." He smiled as if he were proud of himself - like plastering the glass with his spooge was an accomplishment. "I think she's actually a little nervous that I'm here. I think she wants to make sure I'm not horny here." He added.

"She should know better." Aaron said. "You were probably horny again before you even got to the airport." Eric looked off into space as if remembering which hot girl in the airport he'd noticed that first made him realize he was horny again.

"That didn't take you long, though, for your second nut today." Aaron said. "What was that? Ten minutes? Do we need to have a talk about you lasting longer?"

"I'm the ever-ready bunny, Bro." Eric said, snapping out of his daze. "And it was fifteen minutes. I didn't want to keep you waiting down here."

"You're so thoughtful, E - cutting your phone sex short on my account." Aaron said. "Next time, take as long as you need though. It's all good down here. There's plenty to look at." They paused for a minute to bask in the heat and admire all of the beautiful people hanging around the pool. "Seriously though, is she always that horny? You just did it - and it was on the phone; it's not even real sex. Did she get off that quick? I thought girls took longer."

"So many questions." Eric said with his eyes closed. "Let's see: Yes. Usually. And, in my experience, not really. But that might just be me."

"Huh?" Aaron grunted and pulled off his shades to look over at Eric who opened his eyes, shielding them from the intense sunlight with his hand.

"Yes, she's always that horny. She usually does get off pretty quick and then keeps getting off. And I've only been with three other girls, but Meghan got off pretty fast too."

"Interesting. And the other two?" Aaron asked.

"One of them didn't get off I don't think. It was fast and we were both drunk. It was in the bathroom at a sorority party. She was blowing me and then just stopped and bent over the sink and pulled her panties down to just below her ass. She smiled at me in the mirror, and I just pulled them down the rest of the way and stuck it in from behind. It was hot watching her face in the mirror every time I shoved it in. People started banging on the door before I even nutted, though, so as soon as so I did, we quick put our clothes back on. So, I don't think that one was my fault."

"Good point. You do get a pass on party bathroom sex. What about the fourth one?"

"It had been a while for me. And she was hot. She was the hottest girl I'd ever been with-"

"Until Lana." Aaron interrupted.

"Until Lana - obviously. Holy shit. I still can't believe that shit." Eric said.

"Neither can we." Aaron said busting his balls and smiling.

"Fuck you." Eric said laughing.

"So lemme guess, you busted too fast, and she didn't get off." Aaron said.

"Half right. I did bust way too fast. Not my best work. But then I ate her pussy 'til she came a bunch of times - like at least three." Eric said. He closed his eyes again.

"Eww. Wait, you ate your nut out of her pussy? That's impressive, Bro." Aaron said.

"Yeah that shit doesn't bother me." Eric said.

"I keep forgetting about your 'special skill'" Aaron said, referring to the fact that he could blow himself. Jake had told Aaron that back in high school. It was while Jake was blowing Aaron, and his jaw was tired - for obvious reasons - and he knew hearing that would make Aaron nut immediately. It worked.

"How do you know about that?" Eric said with a little panic in his voice. He thought Jake and Leo were the only ones that knew - oh, and his father. Matt had caught him doing it in high school. That meant Will probably knew too.

"Jake told me." Aaron said. "A long time ago."

"Did he tell anyone else? Did you?" Eric asked. He was agitated. That wasn't something he wanted to become common knowledge - at all.

"Of course I didn't. Hard to say with Jake. I'd have put money on the fact that he couldn't keep that a secret from anyone, but if no one else has given you shit about it - and they absolutely would have - then I think your secret's safe with us." Aaron said and threw a towel over Eric's midsection.

"What's that for?" Eric said. "I have a towel right here."

"Everyone can see your boner, dude." Aaron said. "You're welcome."

--

Part 3: More Arrivals

"Hey, I'm Logan." The taller, bulkier of Jake's two cousins said, introducing himself to Eric and Aaron because Jake was short on social etiquette. Eric and Aaron had just come to the lobby from the pool when Jake texted that they'd all arrived from the airport - Jake and his two cousins, Logan and Tristan. Will and Matt and Jake's uncle Jeff had taken another cab that hadn't arrived yet. All of the guy's rooms were together on the seventeenth floor, only the younger generation had checked in so far.

This was it for Friday night. Just family and Aaron - and Will and Matt's buddy Arjun from their gym, who's flight arrived right before dinner. Saturday was the big party when Aaron's boyfriend, Brandon would arrive with his boss, Dixon as well as a guy from Will's office named Tommy, and Seth, Matt's best friend from college and the best man at his wedding to Eric's mother back in the day. It wasn't all of the guys that Matt and Will had hoped would make it, but they knew a destination party was risky - and other than Matt's younger brother who couldn't make it, all of the most important people would be here.

Logan's physicality was like his father, Jeff's, Will's older brother, but with darker brown hair. Jeff looked like a lumberjack - he had a dark, reddish-brown beard and a furry barrel chest. He looked like he used to be a college football player, which was, in fact, the case. Jeff's face resembled Will's in the way that family does. He was a decent looking man but did not get the movie star good looks of his younger brother.

Neither of Jeff's sons looked much like him, otherwise. Logan had dark brown, almost black, hair and although he was tall and broad like his father, he had his mother's high cheek bones, dimples, and deep brown eyes. Logan also had what the kids now refer to as big dick energy. He was confident and assertive. He was 24 and would be starting his last year of law school. He was dressed in expensive jeans, suede loafers that looked like they'd never actually been outside, and a designer shirt that was untucked and looked just slightly too small to hold in his fit body.

"Eric." Eric said shaking his hand. "I'm-"

"Matt's son; I know. Jake's talked about you for years. Good to finally meet you...and congrats on the wrestling tournament last spring."

"You know about that?" Eric said, surprised.

"Jake told us. He bragged about it like it was his win." Logan said. Jake had a stern look on his face. Eric knew Jake had idolized Logan since they were kids. He was just enough older to have been everything Jake aspired to be as a kid. He'd been a big man on campus his entire life.

"It was second place, but thanks." Eric said. "You must be Tristan then." He reached out to shake Jake's younger cousin's hand as well. Tristan just smiled and shook it. Tristan looked even less like Jeff. He was blonde, slight, like a swimmer, and only 5'-10" like Eric.

Despite his physique, he was not a swimmer. Jake had told Eric that Tristan wasn't into sports at all. Jake didn't dislike him though. Tristan was quiet, but smart. He was a gamer - nearly a professional one. He was paying for college with a video game sponsorship. He'd played in tournaments all over the world. Eric wasn't much of a gamer so didn't even recognize the title, but he remembered that Jake, who had also been somewhat of a gamer in high school, had to stop playing with Tristan because he got tired of getting his ass kicked. Jake wasn't much for losing.

Tristan stood on the opposite side of Jake from Logan. Eric got the impression they weren't very close as brothers.

"Don't know if you remember; I'm Aaron."

Tristan offered his hand and shook Aaron's. Logan looked Aaron up and down. He was dressed in just his speedo and an open, short-sleeved floral, Hawaiian style shirt. His chest glistened with suntan oil. Logan just gave Aaron a brief salute. Eric noted the lack of handshake. Logan was just far enough away so that Eric wasn't sure if it was a snub or just inconvenient and casual. They'd met before once when Aaron was over at Jake's house when the cousins came for a holiday - so maybe another formal introduction just seemed unnecessary.

"Where's your dad?" Aaron asked. Logan ignored him. He was watching the lights of the slot machines in the background. Eric wondered if they'd ever been to Vegas before. He hadn't but was already desensitized to the constant ringing and bells of the slots in the background.

"He's with Uncle Will." Tristan said. "And Eric's dad.

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Part 4: After Dinner

"So, what's on the bachelor party agenda after we're done here?" Jeff asked as Eric paid the bill with my credit card. Everyone had enjoyed dinner at Delmonico's Steakhouse downstairs in the maze of shops and restaurants and bars that linked our hotel lobby with the casino floors. We'd walked through the open replica of San Marco Square with its faux canal and gondolas and outdoor cafes and been awed by the hand painted sky above us.

It was one of the best - and most expensive restaurants on the strip. Eric and Jake had definitely started the weekend out right by going far more classy over our sleazy expectations. I had expected Hooters.

"It's time for a little nudity." Jake said with his devilish grin.

"Follow me. Your carriage awaits, my Lords." Eric bowed as though he were a footman in the presence of royalty. It was a nerdy move, admittedly, but I liked it nonetheless just because most things my son does make me happy.

"Carriage?" Will said.

"Your party bus awaits, my Lord." Eric said laughing. "It's in the lobby drive. I was just on it to talk to the driver; I recommend not touching the floor."

"Or the seats." Jake said.

"What kind of nudity are we talkin' about?" Logan said. "Will and Matt's kind...or the good kind?"

The hair on the back of my neck bristled. The last thing we wanted this weekend was obnoxious judgement, even if it was intended as a joke. I saw Will clench his fist below the table in frustration. Fortunately, Jeff stepped in before either of us could open our mouths.

"Logan! What the hell kind of comment is that?!" Jeff said, in a restrained whisper-yell. "We had this conversation before we got here!" Jeff added in a much lower tone, scolding his grown son as if he was still some snot-nosed kid acting up on the playground. I wondered what Will's and Jeff's father was like; they both tended to be fair and loving parents but with more of an edge of the stern authoritarian than I was raised with - not that it wasn't often warranted, especially now.

"What?" Logan said, smirking. "I'm genuinely curious where these kids are taking us." His condescension continued as he now belittled Jake and Eric who were only a few years younger and who had, so far, done a stellar job of organizing.

"You're just along for the ride, Logan." Jeff said, sternly. "This night isn't about you." Ouch.

"Just wondering if I'm gonna have to pretend to enjoy a Chippendale show or what?" Logan said, doubling down.

"Seriously, one more comment like that and you can spend the rest of the night in your room." Jeff said.

"It's Las Vegas, Dad." Logan said. "You can't send me to my room like I'm twelve."

"Watch me." Jeff said. "That's strike two." He was blushing from embarrassment as he looked at both Will and I. "I apologize for Logan's...insensitivity. He's got a lot to learn if he thinks he's going to win any arguments in a courtroom. I'm afraid hanging around his new Ivy League law school buddies has done a number on his personality."

Logan looked taken aback and mouthed the word 'harsh' to Tristan who furrowed his brow and went back to talking to Aaron and Jake across the table.

"My apologies as well, Uncle Will." Logan said, suddenly behaving more professionally. "I was just joking. Really. My bad. I didn't mean anything by it."

Will smiled and nodded. He had soft spots for his nephews and didn't seem as annoyed as I thought he should be. It didn't go unnoticed that Logan hadn't included me in his apology. I was at least happy to see his lack of warm respect for me hadn't been extended to Eric. Logan seemed very chummy with Eric. He'd spent half of dinner asking about his athletic scholarship and winning record as well as wanting to see photos of Lana and then saying how she was 'hot as fuck." He was annoying me and yet I found him tolerable because the young man was just plain pretty to look at. His face looked like Henry Cavill and his body looked like Chris Hemsworth at his most jacked. He was going to be successful just by walking into a room. I didn't like him because of that, and I didn't like myself for thinking it - for multiple reasons.

Tristan, on the other hand, had been more talkative and animated than I'd been led to believe from Will and Jake's description. He seemed funny and genuinely interested in asking me about my work and about our plans after the wedding. He seemed particularly interested in Aaron. I wondered if Will's assessment was correct that Tristan may be questioning his sexuality; maybe he was a little taken with Aaron's charm. He'd commented twice about how much he looked like Spider Man.

"You ever been to a strip club, Tris?" Jake asked his younger cousin. I guess he assumed Logan had by now.

"Nope." Tristan said and he smiled broadly and blushed.

"So much better than porn." Jake said.

"Jacob!" Will said, disapprovingly, as if the phrase, 'how would you know that?' had been attached at the end.

"What?" Jake said. "We're literally at a bachelor party, Dad. YOUR bachelor party! You better get used to some locker room talk. Strippers are just the beginning."

Will looked genuinely frightened for a second and then smiled when he realized all eyes were on him and that the rest of us were excited for the fun to begin.

"Seriously though, Jake..." I leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Which kind ARE we going to see?"

"The good kind." Jake said and flashed me his devilish grin.

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Part 5: After The Strip Club

"What kind of name is Spearmint Rhino?" Logan said as we filed back into the party bus that was waiting outside the famous strip club. There was silence since none of us knew the answer.

"You didn't seem to care about the name when...what was her name? Ginger? Was grinding up on you." Jake said.

"I should have gone to one of those private booths to get away from you fuckers." Logan said, swinging around the stainless-steel stripper pole in the center of the bus and taking a seat. "I wanted to find out if she really was a ginger downstairs."

"Tristin was the one who needed some privacy." Aaron said, smirking.

"No shit! Who knew our scrawny little gamer was packing the heat underneath!" Jake said, making fun of the fact that Tristan had sported an embarrassingly prominent boner in his light gray shorts as he sat for his own lap dance. The light fabric had made his much more visible. The stripper smiled at him as she looked down at the round lump protruding next to his left pocket. She kissed him on the cheek before moving on to his father. Jeff had sported his own lump in his pants during his turn with Ginger. It was at the same time that Will got one sitting right next to his brother from Ginger's cohort, Jasmine. Jasmine might be the most common stripper name. I wonder if there's been a study done.

I got hard as well. It had been a long time since I'd seen naked tits, and these were nice ones - not to mention seeing evidence of some of these guy's wood through their pants. Just the idea of these guys getting turned on was turning me on.

It's weird to be noticeably hard in front of a bunch of guys in a public place. I tried to maintain my composure but after watching the lap dances and these guys get visibly aroused and then having Jasmine brush her pert little right nipple across my lips as she straddled me. I felt the blood rush to my groin. Jasmine felt it too as she ground against me. She whispered in my ear right before she moved on to Eric. "I get off knowing I've done a good job." She didn't know that it wasn't all her - or even mostly her. I was getting off on bond of being together with all these other horny guys.

"Get up, Dad." It's my turn." Eric said.

"Give me a minute." I said and everyone busted out laughing. I felt myself blush. Eric caught my eye and smiled at me.

"I'm confused." Logan said. "Why are they-?"

"We're just lucky Logan didn't get us kicked out" Tristan said, interrupting and blushing, trying to change the subject.

"True that, Bros." Jake said. "Gotta pay attention to rule number one in the strip club: no hands on the girls." He smirked at Logan. "Thought you would have known that shit."

"I couldn't help myself." Logan said. "You saw how fucking hot she was." Jake just shook his head. I was happy to see Jake giving him shit.

"The winner of the lap dance portion of tonight's agenda was definitely Arjun." Eric said as he stepped up into the party bus. "He looked like a total deer in the headlights the whole time she was riding him like a pony on a merry-go-round." Eric swung around the stripper pole in the center, dramatically. His muscles bulged as he easily pulled himself up and flipped over upside down and spread his legs out straight. Aaron stared at the bright red bulge of his underwear that was exposed from the wide leg holes of his shorts as he hung there with his ass toward the ceiling. Then Eric spun around, slowly sliding down in a controlled descent to the floor. "He looked like he was trying so hard not to nut in his pants."

"Eww. Gross, Bro. Remember, no touching the floor." Aaron said laughing. Logan watched intently, apparently impressed by Eric's display of strength.

"I've never been to a strip club before." Arjun said.

"No shit." Jake said, smirking.

"Your wife doesn't do private belly dances at home for you?" Logan said. I rolled my eyes. Arjun looked confused at first and then scowled when he realized Logan was confusing cultures, or worse yet, intentionally merging all foreign customs together. That was at least strike four tonight. He should be out of the game. Jeff said nothing this time.

"Where to now? Thunder From Down Under?" Logan asked, a little mockingly.

"It turns out they do not appreciate bachelor parties." Eric said. "We tried, actually."

"It's ladies only?" Arjun said. There was disappointment in his voice that amused me.

"Men can tag along with their wives or girlfriends, but they only take reservations for men as part of a couple or with a group of girls like a bachelorette party." Jake said. I was impressed that they'd thought of it and had gone to trouble of trying to get us in. I was also a little disappointed. I'd seen all the Magic Mike movies. Seeing it in person would have been fun.

"That seems like discrimination." Will said.

"Maybe that can be your first case when you graduate." Jeff said, directing it to his son, Logan, who scowled.

"No thanks, Dad." He said. Everyone looked confused at him. "I'm going for big corporate law. I won't have little cases like that."

"Defending the evil empire. Very noble." Aaron said, emphasizing his sarcasm. Logan responded by just rubbing his fingers together in the universal sign for money. Aaron rolled his eyes.

"So where ARE we going next?" Tristan asked.

"Piranha." Eric said.

"What's that?" Will asked.

"The closest we could get to male strippers." Jake said. "Go Go Dancers."

"No shit?" Arjun blurted out. It made me smile. We'd told him all about Cell Block. Well...not ALL. He asked us to come with him when he took his son on a college tour there so we could all go together. That will be a fun fall weekend.

"Maybe Jake can work a shift while he's there." Aaron said. Everyone but Will and Eric and I looked confused as they were unaware that Jake had worked at Cell Block Club as a go go dancer for a private party there once.

"Like Jake's hot enough to be a go go boy." Logan said, condescendingly.

"Seen a lot of 'em, have you?" Aaron said.

"Fuck off. NO!" Logan said. "But Jakey? C'mon. Can you imagine him dancing at all much less in a thong?" He laughed. Tristan shook his head and looked down at his phone.

"It was a red jockstrap actually and I made $600 in one night." Jake said.

Logan looked stunned. He looked Jake up and down as if reassessing his physique as though he had previously just seen him as the little kid he'd grown up around. Jake was all man now.

"We're here. Let's go. Follow Eric and me. We get to skip the line." Jake said waving everyone off the bus.

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Part 6: Back At The Venetian

"You need a night cap, Big Brother?" Will asked Jeff as we stood in the hallway in front of our room. The boys had all deserted us in the lobby once the party bus driver had been paid, to try their hand at gambling. I wondered how long their meager budgets would last them. I also wondered if Tristan's gaming skills extended to casino games.

Arjun was hammered and had said good night and gone into the room next to ours that he would be sharing with Tommy when he got here tomorrow. Jake and Eric had made all of the shared room assignments and put Arjun and Will's work buddy in the same room because they vaguely knew each other from the gym. I was a little disappointed as I'd assumed when we got here that we'd be inviting Arjun over for some fun, especially after the strippers got everyone's libido to the next level. Will gave me a sad face when he saw Arjun enter his room without even making eye contact, so I know he'd been thinking the same thing. Given Arjun's drunken exit though, he may have a date with the toilet bowl instead. He definitely can't hold his liquor.

"Sounds good, Baby Bro." Jeff said. "Seems way too early for the party to end." We all entered our room. I kicked off my shoes, pulled my belt from its loops in my shorts, and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my trimmed dark chest hair. "You been working out." Jeff added looking at the definition of the sliver of my pecs that he could see.

"Thanks. Not as much as Will, but we try to stay in shape." I said.

"I'm fucking horny." Will said. "I don't know about you guys." I was surprised that Will was so forthcoming. He's usually more guarded around other people but I guess his brother counts as inner circle.

Will told me that he'd discovered jerking off on his own and hadn't discussed it with Jeff at the time. He'd also told me that because they didn't share a room, they'd only caught each other a couple of times but didn't ever jack off together until they were both so horny at their family's camping site the summer after Will had learned to give himself that much pleasure. He and Jeff started sneaking off to the island in the middle of the lake to get some privacy and relief together when they just couldn't take it anymore with their extended family around.

I'd wondered if Logan and Tristan had had the same experience. They didn't seem close enough and their age gap was larger than the two-year span between Will and Jeff. Maybe Logan was already off to college before Tristan hit puberty. Logan didn't seem kind enough to have shown his younger brother the masturbation ropes before he was out of the house. Since Jake was between them in age, it seemed like he would have initiated a circle jerk at their family camping trips. He had always been the circle jerk instigator among his high school friends. I'd learned that from Eric and Aaron but in completely different contexts. Maybe Logan's toxic masculinity, and the fact that Jake idolized him, intimidated him. I have a hard time picturing Jake intimidated by anyone. Maybe something went on between Jake and Tristan though. It was all a mystery.

"I'm pretty horny too." Jeff said, loudly. He'd had six shots of Jack Daniel's and two Manhattans at dinner. That would have put me and certainly Will under the table, but Jeff was a big dude and it had been a long night. He wasn't slurring but was clearly a little drunk. I wondered if he'd have admitted that more sober. "What about you, Matt?"

"Horny?" I said. "I'm always horny." I paused. "And that was a lot of...stimulation tonight."

"I need some fucking stimulation about now." Jeff said, laughing. I wasn't sure how serious he was, but he slid his right hand down his pants and gave himself a squeeze. It was more than a squeeze really. It was an extended grope - not quite a stroke. Then he pulled his hand up but not quite out; he left his fingertips lodged under the exposed waistband of his underwear. I assumed he was wearing boxer briefs simply because he was a suburban dad. The waistband was narrow and gray and there was about an inch of maroon cotton poking out above his belt. His short-sleeved button-down shirt had ridden up his furry belly. His thumb was casually rubbing the auburn fur that ran across his entire stomach. Blood rushed to my cock. I wanted to grope myself too. I wanted to know if his dick looked like his little brother's.

"Go ahead. Drop trou, Big Brother. We're not gonna stop you." Will said as he pulled his polo shirt off over his head and also kicked off his shoes. Then he undid the wide brown belt and unbuckled his khaki shorts and let them drop to the floor - a bold move if I'd done it but they were brothers and clearly thought nothing of it. He walked across the room in just his skin-tight light gray trunk style briefs and grabbed three tiny bottles of Jack and poured each one into a glass with ice.

"Damn, Bro! You've been fuckin' training HARD! You coulda been one of those go go dancers. You probably even got one of those G-string things to show off in." Jeff said, genuinely surprised at how fit Will had become since whenever it was that he'd last seen him almost naked. I was curious how long that had been. Maybe the last time they'd gone camping together which had now been a couple of years, at least. He hadn't gone last summer because of the divorce. Jeff's wife, Jennifer, was close to Will's wife, Michelle, and hadn't taken their split well. It was too bad the brothers and their sons hadn't all just camped without the women. The thought of Michelle camping still made me shudder. I wondered what Jennifer was like in the woods - or anywhere, for that matter. Will hadn't told me much about them as a couple. I mostly just knew stories of the trouble Will and Jeff got into as kids.

"Thanks, Man!" Will said. "I've been trying hard to stave off middle age."

"Matt here must be happy with the results." Jeff said. I wasn't sure if he was trying to show how open he was to our relationship or giving me shit about having the hots for his brother. I decided to assume it was the former since Jeff had been nothing but nice to me since the first time we'd met.

I glanced at their glasses and noticed both were empty. They were feeling no pain. I was hoping Will wasn't going to waste all day tomorrow being hungover but also didn't want to be the wet blanket by suggesting he slow down.

"I'm not complaining." I said, and did my best to give a devilish grin but I pale in comparison to the Sampson boys' skills in that department. I walked up behind Will and wrapped my arm around his torso and felt his chest. I pinched his nipple just enough to make Will jolt. Jeff was watching with wide eyes. He'd never seen any displays of affection between us. We were always good around him and his family.

Will seemed tense against me. I could tell he wasn't completely comfortable doing this in front of his brother. It was one thing to know your brother had a boyfriend but another to see them touch each other this way. I was a little buzzed too though and had been crazy horny all night, so I quickly reached down and shoved my hand down into his trunks and gripped his junk. I reached way down to squeeze his nuts which pulled his trunks down far enough to show off his neatly manscaped pubes to Jeff. It only lasted a second, but Jeff almost spit out his drink. He wasn't annoyed at all, just a little shocked. Then I smacked Will's ass and backed away.

I took off my shirt, exposing my hairy, muscular chest. I had an internal debate about whether to leave my jeans on. I didn't want Jeff to feel uncomfortable with both Will and me in our underwear but wanted to encourage Jeff to get more comfortable if he wanted to. I realized I needed to hide my erection, at least for the moment, so decided to leave them on. My tighty whities were a new 2Xist pair so were skimpy and doing a good job of keeping my boner hidden tight against my thigh.

"Damn, Matt! You're in good shape too! I guess little brother's got nothing to complain about either." Jeff said, staring at my chest and arms. "I guess I better get to work on this 'dad bod' that the kids keep giving me shit about.

"In our world, you're a 'bear' with 'a football player' build." Will said. I was surprised he would say that - both using air quotes to admit he knew these stereotypes to Jeff as well as insinuating that there'd be guys hot for him if he'd wanted to hook up at Piranha. Or maybe I was reading too much into it and he was giving his big brother shit and making him feel better about his aging jock body at the same time.

"Jenn likes big Jeff enough to put up with my 'dad bod' I guess." Jeff said, referring to his dick in a manner that was both cocky and a little insecure at the same time.

"Interesting." I said. "Will told me he got the endowment genes in the family." I smirked, wanting to join in on their brotherly teasing and intentionally stirring the pot for fun.

"Oh, hell no!" Jeff said laughing. I raised my eyebrow. "Unless he's grown a porn cock since he turned 40, I've always been the bigger man." Jeff slid his fingers down into his shorts again and grabbed his prick dramatically and jostled it inside. He left his hand there. My cock throbbed and I felt precum drool out into my new briefs. I closed my eyes trying not to stare at my soon-to-be brother-in-law's crotch. I also took note of the fact that Jeff had apparently seen his little brother's cock more recently than I'd have guessed.

"I never said that." Will said casually, smiling at each of us in turn. He tipped his glass once more as if to end the debate and realized it was empty, he stood up and went to grab another airplane bottle from the fridge.

I nodded my head and mouthed, 'he did' to Jeff.

"You fucker." Jeff said jokingly to Will.

"What?" Will said turning around.

"Whip it out!" Jeff said. "Let's settle this the right way."

"What?" Will said. Then he realized what Jeff was doing. "Seriously. I've never said anything about your...little dick." Will looked serious but then busted out laughing and grabbed his own junk through the thin fabric of his trunk briefs. He ran his thumb down the length of his shaft that was pointed down over his balls. The flicked the tip of his finger over his head and I watched it flare and expand slightly as he teased it. He was buzzed for sure.

His prick began to expand a little more and he fondled it until it was longer and sliding across his right hip. His swollen head was starting to push the fabric away from his body. Fuck, it was hot. I was just as horny as everyone else after a night of gyrating, mostly naked bodies and the associated displays of masculine bravado that was either enjoying the erotic sights or actively trying to distance themselves from its impact - depending on who was talking and which club we were at. Everyone seemed a little turned on by everything. It was a charged atmosphere.

"Just give it up, Little Bro." Jeff said. Will offered him another tiny bottle and Jeff took that opportunity to stand up from the side chair. The top button on his shorts was already open. He just reached down and slid the zipper down, letting his chinos fall to the floor. He dragged his fingers along an obvious erection.

I was right about the boxer briefs. They were fruit of the loom - probably from Target. One leg was down tight around his beefy thigh and the other was bunched up just under the bulge of his scrotum that filled the pouch behind the loose fly opening. His boner was also pointing toward his right thigh. There was a damp precum spot but not right at his cock head so must have been from an earlier erection and release of man juice - undoubtedly at the strip club. I thought it could have just been piss, but it was up near his waistband so too high on the briefs for that. It was definitely precum.

I felt dizzy with horniness. I wanted to pull down my pants and just start jacking off watching them like cowboys standing across from each other lightly fingering their guns in their holsters, ready to shoot. I wanted to see them shoot at each other. I chugged my whiskey and held out my glass for Will to refill it, unable to get off the bed and stand. "Let's just settle this right now so Matt doesn't have to speculate." Jeff added, sticking his thumbs under his waistband as if ready to yank them down in a junior high whose-is-bigger contest. I had certainly been speculating and was now desperate to be provided the evidence to put this debate to rest.

As if Will knew exactly what I was thinking, he poured me another shot and then set down his glass on the dresser next to the TV. "Fine." He said and grabbed his waistband and pulled down his trunks, letting his beautiful banana shaped boner free. It bobbed up and down for a few seconds before he grabbed it and gave himself a couple of causal strokes, twisting his palm around his purple head. I let out a short grunt and felt more man juice drool out into my briefs.

I had been hard several times tonight: first at dinner, watching Logan's tight dress shirt gap at his chest as though his pecs were going to send his middle buttons flying across the table. He caught me staring and gave me a brief scowl before returning to the conversation he was having with Eric and Jake. The second time was in the strip club. The combination of naked women and obvious arousal of almost everyone in our group was too much for me. I'd desperately needed to take a piss at that time but couldn't stand up without embarrassment. The third and fourth times were in Piranha - for obvious reasons. I'd popped a boner within seconds of seeing the huge black dude dancing on the runway in the center of the room. He was clad in the skimpiest of G-strings and had an obscenely large dick that was flopping wildly as he twerked. Then he turned around and bent over, showing off the slender string between his ass cheeks. His bright pink pucker beneath the cord was more obvious against the chocolate brown skin.

"Jesus H." Logan had said and made a bee line for restroom. Jeff had stared like a deer in the headlights. Arjun smiled instinctively like a kid on Christmas morning. He really needed to work on his poker face. You'd think all of the nights at our place actually playing poker before we fooled around would have provided better training.

"Do it." Will said to Jeff as he stood with his trunks tucked below his balls. Jeff's competitive jock nature kicked in and overruled any lingering anxiety he had about showing off in front of me. He pushed his waistband down and let his stiff rod spring back up against his belly.

He was indeed bigger than Will. Not by a lot, but he was maybe a half inch or three-quarters longer with a little more girth as well. His was also curved like a banana - obviously a family trait. He stroked himself a couple of times to ensure he had maximized his dimension.

"Fuck." I whispered. Jeff smiled. He liked winning, especially the most manly of contests there was. "I don't know. They look pretty much the same to me. You better get closer to compare." I added, completely unnecessarily. I could tell who won from my spot on the bed. My eyes were level with their junk. But I wanted to see them stand cock-to-cock.

Surprisingly, they acted as though that was not a crazy request and walked toward each other until the underside their erections touched. I almost came in my pants. I think I may have grunted audibly again. I wanted to touch myself so badly. I wanted to join them and have ourselves a hot little circle jerk. It was obvious this was not the first time their dicks had touched each other. They'd obvious made this comparison before in their youth. I suspected that joining in would push Jeff way out of his comfort zone.

Jeff wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and held them together. "See!" He added. "You can't argue with that." I couldn't stop myself any longer. I stood up as if I needed to inspect this more closely as if they were comparing woodworking projects in shop class. "I guess he likes this." Jeff said to Will, giving me shit about my obvious arousal. I didn't even care. I wanted a closer look. I stood right next to them and stared down at their boners. I wanted to drop to my knees and take them both in my mouth. I felt dizzy again. "Well?" Jeff said as if he needed my confirmation to log his victory.

"Uh, yeah. You win." I said.

"And not by a little." Jeff said. He held his hand out to high five me as though he'd just made a great golf shot or something. I nearly missed his hand - the hand that had just stroked his cock - because I could barely tear my gaze away from their manhood. Jeff didn't manscape at all. He had a huge, auburn bush that almost completely enveloped his balls. He quickly pulled up his boxer briefs and sat back down in the chair and took a long pull from his whiskey.

Will leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I think you actually won that contest." I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Seattle down, love birds." Jeff said pretending to be annoyed by our secret. "So, I'm a little buzzed now." He added. More than a little, I thought. I wondered what was coming next. "So, which one of you is the..." he couldn't bring himself to say the 'girl' but I knew that's what he wanted to say. I wasn't annoyed by the question. Back before Will and I had gotten together, I would have wondered the same thing. He was supportive - just curious.

"The what?" Will said, more obviously annoyed. He also knew what Jeff was going to say and didn't take kindly being asked if he was 'the girl' by his brother.

"You know..." Jeff continued. "Like, which one of you...gets to..." He was trying so hard not say it. I almost felt sorry for him but was entertained by his efforts. We just stared at him as though we had no idea what he was talking about. I couldn't even look at Will. I knew I'd laugh. "You know...which one gets to do the..."

"Fucking?" Will finally said.

"Yeah." Jeff said relieved. "And which one...takes it...up..." this was fun. How much longer could it go on? "You know..." he said again, and then made a gesture with his arm, shoving his fist up from a bent elbow. I was surprised he hadn't used the finger and the circle gesture. We kept staring. "You know..." he said again and then made a circle with his fingers on one hand and poked his index finger through. There it was. I win again. Apparently, Will couldn't take it anymore.

"Which one of us takes the other's big hard cock up their ass?" Will said, almost yelling.

"Uh. Yeah. I guess." Jeff said, both relieved and embarrassed.

"You guess?" Will said, not letting him off the hook.

"Well, that IS how it works isn't it?" Jeff said, regaining his older-brother authority. "I mean you're cock suckers too, right? I mean I get that. Jesus. It's been so long. I barely remember what that's like. You guys are lucky as fuck on that score. You actually like to do it, right?"

Wow. A lot to unpack there. Will and I looked at each other.

"To answer your first question, we both do." Will said.

"Both do what?" Jeff said.

"We both fuck, and we both get fucked." Will said. He could have elaborated on the definitions of tops and bottoms and being versatile, but he knew Jeff didn't care beyond knowing who's fucking whom.

"Really?" Jeff said. "Is that...like, normal?" I almost laughed.

"For some. Some guys only like it one way or the other. We both like to fuck so we make it work." Will said. I almost laughed again. While that had originally been true, Will had clearly turned into a bit of a pig bottom and it was interesting to watch him try to emphasize what Jeff would consider masculine as much as possible. Family is complicated and acceptance is a sliding scale.

"So Jenn doesn't blow you?" I asked, more interested in his admission.

"Fuck, No!" Jeff said with a sad irritation that made me genuinely empathetic. I remember the last few years of marriage when Laurie would never give me head either. I missed it so much. It was part of what pushed me to experiment with Will on that first weekend in the hotel at Eric and Jake's high school wrestling tournament. "You guys are lucky."

"We are." I said and raised my glass to Will. He air-toasted me but I could tell he was apprehensive about how much he actually wanted to talk about our sex life in front Jeff.

"Fuck. I knew it!" Jeff said. I found this amusing as it seemed like an admission that Jeff had thought about Will and me blowing each other. It was an odd feeling having Jeff genuinely jealous of our man sex. "I've heard guys do it better too."

"They do." Will and I both blurted out at the same time. Jeff laughed out loud and almost spilled his drink. We laughed too. Then he looked sad once more as if he was contemplating never getting head again.

"You still jerk off or does she at least let you fuck her?" I asked. I thought I was just playfully joining in the locker room talk, but Will shot me a look like I'd asked Jeff to let me fuck her.

"Oh, all the fucking time." Jeff said. Will and I were the ones to look confused now. "Jerking off." Jeff clarified. It's like I'm a teenager again. I swear I'm setting some new records." I smiled to myself remembering when Will had used those exact words to describe his masturbation frequency when we first discussed it in our hotel room. "Don't get me wrong. We still fuck. It's just on her schedule." He paused as if doing calculations in his head. "Sometimes it's once a week. Sometimes once a month. It's never enough. Not even close." He was actively fondling the stiff boner in his shorts. "And she doesn't look like those strippers anymore. You know?" He closed his eyes and squeezed his cock undoubtedly thinking about his lap dance. "Not like Michelle. She still looked hot as fuck. Don't know how you gave that up." Jeff looked up as if he'd been picturing Michelle's hot body as well. "She was a totally scary bitch though. Never got along with her." He added as if filling me in as though I'd never met her.

"She is hot as fuck." I said. "Still had a tight little pussy too." I couldn't help myself. I was acting like Jake. For some reason I wanted Jeff to know I'd had a woman he'd obviously fantasized about even if it was just her looks. I can't explain that.

"Yeah, Will told me about your three way. Lucky fucker." Jeff said. I was shocked Will had told him although maybe he wanted to do some bragging to big brother. "He told me all about how she initiated it and that's how you two...discovered each other. Or discovered that you liked each other like that. Whatever. He didn't give me the blow by blow." He paused. "Wait, did she blow you?" He asked me, looking up from his drink.

"She did." I said. I was dizzy again with horniness. I had to sit back down on the bed. "She wouldn't take my nut though. I shot in her hair."

"Aww. Her hair was so fucking hot." Jeff said. "I ain't gonna lie. I've dumped a few loads picturing that hair on my chest while she's blowing me." I couldn't believe he was openly talking about fantasizing about his sister-in-law in front of Will.

"Too much teeth. She never got the hang of it." Will said. Jeff looked at me as if for confirmation.

"Truth. She wasn't great at it." I said. "My cock's thicker though." I added, smiling at Will.

"So my Little Bro does it better?" Jeff said. I wasn't sure if he just wanted to give Will shit about being a good cocksucker, so wasn't sure how to answer. It seemed better than saying he was a bad cocksucker though which also wasn't the truth.

"So much better." I said and grabbed my crotch. I wanted to elaborate but opted for discretion, finally.

"So, am I interrupting? Would you two be going at it right now if I wasn't here?" Jeff asked.

"We have all night for that." Will said. "I don't get to see my big brother very often anymore."

"So you WOULD be doing it?" Jeff asked again. I was curious what he was getting at. Was he just jealous that we are both horny and so have a lot more sex than it sounds like he's having? Or was he actually curious about what we do? I wanted it to be the later, but he was a straight arrow and not just sexually - both of the Sampson men had been raised to be good men, but not risk takers - at least not on their own. Jeff was still openly stroking his cock through his boxers though and his boner hadn't subsided. He seemed like he really needed relief after the events of the night.

Then there was a knock at the door. Will was closer to it but he looked at me. I was the only one not in my underwear.

"I'll go." I said. Jeff just stayed seated and Will moved to the bed, out of sight from the door. "It's probably Jake or Eric." I added, hoping it wasn't Arjun, finally sober enough to come looking to fool around. That would be hard to explain.

"It's not Logan or Tristan. They know better than to come asking me for more gambling money." Jeff said. I looked through the peep hole. It was a woman with long blonde hair. She must be at the wrong room. I opened the door halfway.

"Can I help you?" I asked. She looked to be about mid-thirties and was dressed in a shiny gold miniskirt as though she was headed to one of the many night clubs.

"Are you Will or Matt?" She asked.

"I'm Matt. What can do for you?"

"It's about what I can do for you." She said. "I'm Candy. Eric and Jake arranged for me to visit you."

"Visit us?" I asked.

"They...retained my services for the next two hours." Candy said.

"For what?" I asked.

"Oh, Honey." She said. "For whatever you want." She smiled at me. "Well, not exactly whatever. No kissing. No restraints. No scat...obviously. But anal's ok. Gotta be safe though. You gonna let me in?" I'm sure my mouth hung open in shock.

"Who is it?" Will yelled from the bed.

"Uh...it's...Candy." I said and backed up to let her walk in.

"Who the fuck is Candy?" Will asked, somewhat impolitely. It was the Jack Daniels talking. She walked in and stood in the narrow space between the dresser and the end of the king-sized bed.

"I'm Candy." She said, extending her hand to Will.

"I'm Will." He said, looking confused.

"Aren't you a handsome devil. All of you boys. I was told there'd only be two of you though. Three is an extra $500. Or I can only stay an hour. That's up to you I guess but the clocks already tickin'."

"Wait, what?" Jeff said, figuring out that our sons had apparently hired us an escort. "What the fuck?"

"Those young boys told me two of you were getting married...to each other." Candy said. "I was skeptical of course. Seemed like a waste of time for me - like maybe they called the wrong number. My boss told 'em we only handle girls. They'd need to contact rentmen or one of those places but then they said this might be the last pussy you ever get, and I was intrigued. I figured, why the hell not? So here I am for the next..." she looked at her phone screen. "Hour and fifty-three minutes."

Will and I looked at each other. Jeff looked stunned and had put a throw pillow over his lap.

"You can just watch if you want, Boss." Candy said to Jeff. "But the price goes up if you want any contact."

"I gotta go. I can't be a part of this." Jeff said. I could tell he wanted to get up but his pants were several feet away and would require that he get up and walk toward Candy and that was apparently paralyzing him.

"Candy, would you mind stepping into the bathroom for a minute...so we can figure this out. This was a surprise to us." I said.

"Sure thing, boys. I'll go freshen up for you." Candy said and disappeared into the bathroom. Will and I walked over to Jeff who was still unable to stand up.

"This is a lot - even for Jacob." Will said.

"They've already paid for her though. It's not like we're gonna get a refund and it sounds like it was a thousand dollars!" I said.

"What are you saying?" Will said. "You wanna do it? Do...her?"

"I don't know. Maybe." I said. "It is our bachelor party. We knew we were gonna have some sex." I paused to get his reaction. "And I'm really, really horny."

"Ok, but that's not exactly who I thought we were gonna...you know...get with." Will said.

"'Cause she doesn't have a dick?" Jeff said sort of snarkily.

"That we know of." I said.

"Those tits are real." Jeff said. "And I can't say that for all the strippers."

"That's not...nevermind." I said.

"Do you wanna fuck her...a woman?" Will asked.

"With you - sure. Don't you? It was fun the last time. It'd be more fun now. It wouldn't be your wife."

"He makes a good point." Jeff said as if suddenly trying to talk Will into it.

"What? You wanna stay and watch now all of a sudden?" Will asked his brother. "'Cause you can't participate. You may not be getting much at home, but I'm not being the cause of you cheating on Jenn." He paused. "And I know what you're thinking. Not even a blow job."

"You want me to watch?" Jeff said as if it was a dare.

"I'm ok with that." I said.

Will rolled his eyes. "I'm shocked." He said sarcastically.

"Seriously it's be fun to have an audience. And it'd be like live porn for Jeff here. She kinda looks like Michelle. He could fantasize." I said as much to Jeff as to Will. This idea as making me hard as a rock. The idea of getting to play with Will and do things to him in front of his brother was practically making me jizz my shorts just thinking about it.

"You're gonna bust through your jeans there, boyfriend." Will said.

"You're just as hard as I am, Asshole." I said, smiling at him as I reached over to squeeze his stiff cock through his underwear. It occurred to me that Will wanted to show off in front of Jeff - like fucking a woman in front of his older, macho brother meant something. I wasn't sure I liked that but I understood it. Some things are hard to shake at our age and if it worked to make this all happen, I wasn't going to complain.

"You still hard down there, Big Brother?" Will asked Jeff. Jeff blushed and pulled the pillow away to show off his hard dick poking straight up in his boxers. There was a big, new spot of precum making a dark stain the size of a half dollar. No wonder he didn't want to get up. It hadn't occurred to me that maybe just watching a naked woman have sex in front of him - one that was probably a lot hotter than his wife now - would be more than enough enticement. He didn't need to get laid; in fact, maybe this was better for him - no risk, no actual cheating - the best of both worlds.

"What happens in Vegas, Bro." Jeff said. "You can't tell another living soul this happened."

"What happened?" Will said. "No harm in watching. You told Jenn you might see a show." He flashed the Sampson devilish grin and it appeared to be decided. I wanted to personally thank Mr. Jack Daniels.

I walked over and knocked on the bathroom door. Candy opened it looking like she'd just applied a new layer of makeup. Mid-thirties is probably an advanced age in her business. She seemed happy to see the smile on my face and the erection in my pants.

"That's Jeff over there, by the way. He's decided to stick around and watch the action. I don't think we made a very good first impression. We're very happy you're here."

"Thank you. I'm very happy to be here, Matthew. I love your beard...and that long hair. You sure you're not playing the Sphere later?"

"Flattery will get you a big tip." I said, smiling.

"Oh, the boys already took care of that too. You boys just relax." She came back out to the end of the bed and took off her top. Her tits did look real. "My, my, you sure look ready to go, William." Candy added, looking at Will's obvious erection.

"It's just Will." All three of us said at the same time. Candy looked surprised but then smiled.

"Got it. Just Will. Let's get you out of those shorts, Will."

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"Who is it?" Jake yelled through the door. It was 3:14 AM. He wasn't asleep yet, but it had been a long night. The cousins party in the casino had disbanded around 2:45 when the boys each started peeling off and heading to bed. Jake had stripped down to his Calvins. He admired himself in the mirror which revived the horniness he'd felt earlier in the evening. He was half hard, lying on top of his bed, scrolling through some porn on his phone when he heard the knock at his door. He wondered which cousin it would be that wanted to keep the party going. Maybe it was Eric wanting to make sure they were ready for the big party day tomorrow - actually it was today - it was already well into Saturday.

Jake just heard faint mumbling through door. He looked through the peep hole and saw Arjun standing there in a tight, white tee shirt and red basketball shorts. Jake always thought it looked funny when grownups wore basketball shorts like there was an age limit on athletic gear even though Arjun was only 35. Arjun was handsome. His beautiful Indian skin was radiant in the warm glow of the corridor wall sconces. He was the opposite of Jake who sort of envied his rich brown skin, his thick, curly, jet-black hair, and his dense beard that showed a constant five o'clock shadow. It made his perfect white teeth even more of a dramatic contrast. Arjun was holding himself up against the wall with one arm. His eyes were a little glassy. He knocked again.

"Hey Arjun. What's up, buddy?" Jake said as he opened the door. Arjun looked shocked. He pulled his arm from the wall and stood upright, backing away slightly. Jake glared at him and bugged his eyes out as if silently reiterating his question.

"Uh...sorry. I thought this was Will and Matt's room." Arjun said.

"They're on the other side of your room." Jake said and considered just closing the door. Arjun casually scratched himself where is pubes would be under his shorts. Jake saw the outline of his dick flopping underneath. He was going commando. It made him picture Arjun's pretty, brown, uncut prick.

It had been a long time since Arjun and Jake had played around in the showers at the gym. Jake had tried not to indulge in his gym extracurricular activities with varying degrees of success over the last few months. It also made him miss Aaron who had always made their gym shower threesomes extra fun. It wasn't quite the same since Aaron had gone off to school and especially since he'd been with Brandon. Aaron seemed to be playing the monogamy game at the moment. He wondered if that would be the case this weekend or he and Brandon's rules would be suspended.

Arjun made a gesture indicating he was about to move to Will and Matt's door. "Oh, shit. I wouldn't bother them right now." Jake said. Arjun just looked disappointed and confused. "They have...company." Arjun looked even more defeated as though he were missing out on something fun. "Were you...looking for a little after party?" Arjun just nodded and looked at Jake's crotch in his underwear. He had drunken lust in his eyes. He'd come on this weekend trip to have a rare escape from his rigidly structured family life. He wanted to make it count. Once he'd sobered up enough, he went looking for his playmates.

Jake intentionally ran his right hand down his smooth chest, stopping briefly at his left nipple before moving down to his solid stomach. His left arm was resting on top of the open door, showing off the curly hair in his arm pit. He'd let most of his body hair grow back since he'd shaved it off on a whim to be a go go dancer at Cell Block but kept shaving his chest just like his father. He was a little older now and as he'd matured since high school his golden blonde pubic hair had slowly gotten a couple of shades darker, making a more dramatic contrast with the bleached hair on his head. Arjun's mouth was hanging open. Jake was relishing being admired. "You look like you need a buddy, Buddy. Why don't you come in."

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