Ramstein Rodding: Part 4
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Major Thomas Wells glanced in his rearview mirror at Major Marc Boyce in his back seat. Major Wells' fiancŽ chattered on aimlessly beside him. Major Wells' whole body tingled with excitement. He, Major Boyce and their ladies were off for a couples' weekend away in the Swiss Alps; a reasonably easy drive from Ramstein Air Force base. Thomas wished he and Marc were going on a `stag-weekend' instead without the ladies. He wondered if he and Marc would actually get any time together. With the ladies around, it'd be really dangerous. Could they sneak off?
Hours later, Thomas' SUV pulled in to the pristine country ski resort in Switzerland. Thankfully, the weather had cooperated and the drive wasn't too treacherous. The girls shrieked with excitement and burst out of the car towards the reception desk. The men slowly crawled out of the vehicle and stretched.
Marc grinned at Thomas and said, "Nice find on this place. The ladies look thrilled. Can't say I'm not excited too."
"Happy to be on a romantic weekend with me, eh?" Thomas shot back sarcastically while punching Marc in the arm forcefully.
"Romantic? Pshh. I barely do romance with Samantha. You think you'd ever get romance out of me? More like unrestrained fucking." Marc said dismissively as he grabbed his package through his jeans.
Thomas felt a shiver go down his spine, as his cock got hard. He thought to himself how this was going to be a tough balance. Lynn was a horny lady and she'd want regular action. Would he have any left over for Marc? The better question is, he though to himself, would he and Marc even have a chance to be alone? Thomas' cock sure hoped so.
"Boys, get your lazy asses in here with the luggage. We don't have all weekend!" Samantha squeaked from the resort's porch.
Marc and Thomas looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Marc playfully grabbed Thomas' package when no one was looking and then the men headed inside with the suitcases.
Hours later, the 4 were sitting in the luxurious dining area chatting the evening away as they awaited their 5 course meal.
"Ladies, are you two going to take advantage of the spa here?" Marc inquired hopefully.
"Well, we were talking about it. The spa is awfully expensive and we have already splurged just to come out here." Samantha said as Lynn nodded her head in agreement.
Thomas shot Marc a pleading look across the table.
"Thomas and I think you ladies should treat yourselves. How many times are we going to get to come to a world renowned resort in Switzerland with our busy schedules." Marc stated confidently, this time as Thomas nodded his head in agreement.
"I totally agree. You guys should do one of those all morning packages; really treat yourself and get some good girl time in." Thomas chimed in.
The girls looked at each other with skeptical looks on their faces.
"But we came out here to spend time with you guys. We love each other but we can spend time together whenever. You two are the ones with the crazy work schedules." Samantha said.
"Yeah, we were really thinking this would be about getting quality time with you guys. You know QUALITY time." Lynn said with a wink. Samantha giggled. Thomas looked at Marc and was glad his reaction was as muted as his own.
"Well, ok then but think about it. Thomas and I really want to treat you two." Marc said, trying not to plead.
Dinner wrapped up and the girls scooted off to the bar to grab a few more cocktails and to flirt with the bartender.
"This is going to be harder than I thought." Thomas said somberly. "We may not get any time together out here.
"What about going in together on a separate room?" Marc suggested.
"These rooms are ridiculously expensive. Booking last minute would kick us right in the dick financially. There's no way Lynn wouldn't see it on the credit card statement either." Thomas responded.
"Ugh, we may have to plan our own stag-weekend sometime soon then." Marc said.
"It's getting late. Meet me in the gym first thing tomorrow to blow off some stress the old fashioned way?" Marc asked.
"See you there." Thomas responded.
Thomas and Marc were up before dawn. The gym at the resort was way better than they anticipated and both got in great workouts. Covered in sweat, the two headed for the bathroom.
To their extreme disappointment, the locker room was full of elderly guys getting ready for their work outs or enjoying the steam room and dry room. There was no way the two could discretely get in some fun. Even though Marc and Samantha had gone three rounds last night, he still felt like his balls were going to explode after seeing Thomas' sweaty, sexy body for the last hour. The two men headed back to their rooms without saying a word.
Marc swung open the door expecting to find Samantha still in bed. To his surprise, Samantha wasn't in the bed and after inspecting; she wasn't in the shower either. Finally, Marc noticed the small note on the desk. He walked over and read it.
THANKS FOR THE SPA IDEA, HONEY. LYNN AND I DECIDED TO TAKE YOU MEN UP ON THE OFFER. WE'LL BE IN THE SPA THIS MORNING. NOT SURE HOW LONG WE'LL BE Ð HAVEN'T PICKED OUT THE PACKAGES YET. LOVE YOU XO XO.
Marc's heart leapt. He sprung out the door, raced down the hallway and pounded on Thomas' door.
Thomas swung open the door with a look of surprise on his face.
"What's up man? Why do you look so happy?" He asked.
"Did you not notice Lynn is gone?" Marc asked impatiently.
"Yeahhhh. I did. So? I figured she's downstairs grabbing some coffee." Thomas replied.
"No, you dumbass. Did she not leave you a note?" Marc almost screamed.
Thomas stepped inside. Marc followed him. Thomas spun around and finally noticed a note on the bedside table. After reading it, he had a huge grin.
"But what if they come back? We have no idea how long their spa treatments are going to last? Thomas said warily.
"Then we better get to work!" Marc said as he stripped off his shirt. He spun Thomas around, threw him on the bed and then pressed up against his muscular ass.
Thomas protested. "Dude, we're going to be so fucked if they come back!"
"No, man, you're going to be fucked because I'm going to shove this cock in your ass within the next five minutes." Marc bellowed.
Marc wasted no time untying Thomas' draw string and pulling his underwear and shorts down to reveal his beautiful, muscular ass and thick, tree-trunk like thighs. Marc thought to himself how he could stare at this ass all day.
Marc buried his face in Thomas' ass. Thomas' protests quickly turned into moans as Marc tongued his tight, hot, hairy hole. The intensity of the situation was intoxicating. Having Thomas' thick muscular ass and legs spread wide as he tongue fucked his hole. It was so primal. So electric. Marc felt like his cock was going to explode with anticipation.
The urges over came him. Marc sprung up, aligned his long, curved cock and plunged into Thomas' saliva-lubed ass full force.
Thomas bit into his pillow as he screamed with pain and then moaned with pleasure as Marc pumped away.
Suddenly, the door swung open and both men's hearts froze. Marc didn't even pull out of Thomas as they both were paralyzed with surprise and fear.
"WOAH, OH MY GOD. I'M SO SORRY." A young, olive skinned boy screamed. "I'm here to clean the room. God. Oh my. I can come back he said with an accent." But he stayed rooted in place staring.
Marc had pulled out and careened towards his clothes. Thomas had done the same thing. The three stood staring at each other.
Marc amid his panic noticed how the boy was staring and an idea crossed through his mind.
"Come in, son, and close the door. Let's talk a bit." Marc stated. Thomas looked at Marc like he was insane but the boy came in.
"How old are you, son?" Marc asked.
"I'm 18, Sir." The boy replied.
"Ahhh. Ok. Where are you from?" Marc asked. Thomas looked like he wanted to rip Marc's head off while simultaneously running out of the room.
"I'm from Portugal, Sir. This is my first job. Please don't say anything to my boss. I don't want to get fired. I won't say anything." The boy responded.
"I noticed you've been staring this whole time at us. Ever been with a guy?" Marc questioned.
Thomas hissed at Marc, "What the fuck are you doing!?"
Marc waved him off in a "trust me, follow my lead" Kind of way.
"Yes, Sir. A few times." The boy responded when Marc looked back at him.
"Ever with guys our age?" Marc asked.
"No, Sir." The boy responded sheepishly looking at the ground.
"Want to try?" Marc asked.
The boy looked from Marc to Thomas in surprise. Silence overtook the room.
After a long pause, the boy grinned widely and said, "Yeah I'm interested."
Marc looked at Thomas who looked completely uncomfortable.
"You in?" Marc asked Thomas.
"This is bat-shit insane man. This guy is barely an adult. Our ladies are downstairs and could come up here at any time. You want to add another layer of complexity into this toxic recipe for disaster? Thomas bellowed.
"Look at this stud man. Tell me he's not hot?" Marc asked.
Thomas drunk the Portuguese boy in. The boy was short with olive skin and gorgeous brown eyes. His brown hair was unkempt but in a cute way. The kid was lean and looked like he barely weighed 140 pounds soaking wet; definitely the twink category. As Thomas looked closer, he was definitely curious about what the rest of this guy looked like.
"You're 18 right? Show me your ID." Thomas stated harshly.
The boy threw him his ID.
"Yep. He's 18. First name is Renato." Thomas said out loud to no one in particular.
"Fuck this is so stupid but I'm in." Thomas replied.
"Then let's get back to business." Marc stated as he directed his attention to Renato he said, "Strip, boy. We've got plans for you."
---Author's note: I can be reached at lmd4208@gmail.com for both positive and negative feedback. I appreciate all the positive emails I've received about this story line. Please feel free to read my other stories under my author name Cooper Max -----
-----To be Continued-----