Chapter IV: ROOM SERVICE
As we came back to earth I disentangled myself and headed back to the shower. Johan called out asking if I was hungry. I realized that I still had not had lunch -- and it was now after 3 in the afternoon.
"Sure, phone down and order something light to tide us over and then we can go out and have something more substantial."
I took my time in the shower letting the hot water run over my body and especially my ass as I wondered what was going on here. This stranger - this kid, almost a decade my junior, who I just met had done things to me that I had let few others do -- and I loved it -- wanted it -- craved it. My swollen asshole still seemed to twitch with excitement just recalling how his cock had invaded it.
I cleaned myself up and was just coming out of the bathroom when there was a knock on the door. Johan called out to come in and a waiter entered with a tray of croissants and cheese, and what looked like a bottle of Champagne. I quickly jumped back to grab a towel to cover myself but I don't know why I bothered since Johan was still lying on the crumpled bed completely bare assed, a package of condoms and lub on the bed stand and a filled used condom on the floor by the bed.
The surprised waiter looked at Johan then slowly turned and looked at me, back at Johan and again to me with a telling smile now on his face. In perfect English he asked where we wanted the tray. Johan with an impish smile told him to bring it over and put it on the bed. He took his time crossing the room giving me a chance to check him out. Mid twenties, tall -- especially for a Frenchman, powerfully built with good strong facial features, short dark hair. With his back now towards me I got a good view of his tight ass moulded into his black pants as he bent down to put the tray on the bed. He was very close to Johan who was giving him quite the show. They were exchanging words in French and the waiter was making a show of opening the Champagne and pouring two glasses. As he turned to offer me a glass, I reached out letting my towel drop to the floor. The waiter again gave me that knowing smile asking if everything was satisfactory. I raised both my glass and my eyebrows and replied that everything was just perfect. Johan had moved around and was now directly behind the waiter and was cupping his firm bubble ass. The waiter, showing no embarrassment at what Johan was doing, introduced himself as Michel and expressed the hope that he could be of some assistance to us. Johan again said something to him in French, which I did not understand, to which Michel replied that he was off duty at 9:00. I quickly jumped in and added that it would be wonderful if he could bring us more Champagne just before he went off duty and maybe stay for a drink. I then went to the tray and proceeded to sign the bill, giving Michel a sizable tip. While I did that Johan was standing rubbing his small body against Michel behind. As I handed the bill to Michel I could not help notice that the front of his pants were now pressed against an expanded bulge. Michel lingered a little longer exchanging pleasantries and insuring us that he would be pleased to be of service.
"I'm sure you will be able to service us." I said as I cupped the front of his pants giving his cock a gentle squeeze, opened the door and let him out.
We picked away at our snack and sipped our cold Champagne while we cleaned up and dressed and then off to downtown Paris. As we walked through the train station on the way to the Metro I looked over at the spot that just a few hours earlier I had first sighted Johan and we both smiled at each other as we passed the public washroom where it had all started. We made our way to the Champs-Elysees. It was a fine day and the sun felt good as we wandered up the avenue looking in the shop windows as well as people watch. What an elegant and chic city. There were a number of concords off the avenue containing a number of appealing shops. In one of them was a shop that obviously catered to the `queens' of Paris. Johan almost dragged us inside and outrageous comes to mind in describing some of the clothing; I swear that Liberace got his costumes here. A clerk approached us looking us up and down giving me a knowing grin and after hearing my French addressed us in English. We tried on all sorts of clothes and bought a few items including some nice string briefs and a few t-shirts. We also stocked up on some supplies -- more condoms, including some large size ones if my estimate of Michel was anywhere correct, some lube and massage oils and some enemas (Johan's suggestion).
Johan wore on of his new t-shirt that had 5 horizontal rips from side to side -- it gave him a rough, poor boy look. We again meandered the avenue finally stopping at a restaurant for a meal. We sat outdoors on the Avenue, people watching and occasionally getting a brief looks from passer-bys. The bill was shocking for the quality of the food but I realized we were renting space not buying food. The day was now beginning to stretch into evening but it was still warm. We made our way to the river and walked along the riverbank and intermingled with others young people. No one seemed to notice or care when we walked arm in arm and I felt overwhelmed to have this beautiful young boy as a companion. We stopped on occasion to exchange kisses and my hand went into one of the slits of his t-shirt and played with his chest, teasing his tight little nipples.
We talked and joked about Michel, wondering if we would see him again. "I'm sure we will. He is obviously gay. I saw the way his eyes lusted over you. And you gave him every reason to return. You were being a little apparent in being available." I said "Are you jealous Mike?" Johan asked. "Not as long as we can share him." I answered. "Oh I don't think that will be a problem. He looks like he has enough for the both of us." "He has that, but just remember that I'm here to, and he is sharing you with me!" I said as I cupped his cute little butt. At that Johan turned to me, cupped the back of my neck and pulled me down to his luscious moist lips, a soft gentle kiss that went on and on. There was passion but no urgency. We walked on but now I felt like I was floating in a dream world.
When we got back to the hotel it was dark and I for one was anxious to get to our room. I was having a problem keeping my hands off Johan and having little fantasies about Michel. When I asked for my key I was told to wait a moment. A dark young man, probable of Arab origin, in halting English approached and apologized saying that there had been a mistake in my original room assignment, that our things have been moved to our new suite and he was sure we would be very satisfied and comfortable. I was about to make a complaint when I looked at his man's eyes. They were dark as coal and I seemed lost in them for a moment. When I focused on the rest of his face, I saw a handsome man in his mid 20's with longish dark hair and a well-trimmed soft beard surrounding full lips and flashing pearly white teeth. My annoyance vanished; what was I to do anyways and why kill the messenger'. I took the key and his hand seemed to linger just a little longer then necessary. We exchanged greeting in French with me thanking him and he wishing me an enjoyable and pleasurable' evening, at least I think that was how I would have translated the phrase.
As we walked to the elevator Johan asked me: "Did he say a suite?" "I think he got the English words mixed up, I'm sure he meant room. The rooms here are not cheap and there is no way I could afford a suite. I picked this place because of the promise of some `action', not price or location." As the elevator door closed I took Johan in my arms and we stared to kiss but the door opened almost immediately and we realized we were still in the lobby. "What floor?" Johan asked as I checked the keypad and pressed the noted floor. We both started to laugh as we started to rise. Johan said: "Hey, we are going to the top floor." "Well this is one of the taller building in the area, so if nothing else we should get a good view." I answered. "So what did you think of the clerk." Johan asked. "Oh very cute in an exotic way. Quite striking. If you were not here I may have made a move on him." I joked. "Don't let me stop you. It wouldn't stop me" He quipped.
As we open our door -- a double door- it became very clear that the clerk had not mistaken suite' for room'. Opulent would be the word I would have used. There was a hallway leading into a large drawing room with 2 sofas and a number of armchairs, lots of vases of fresh flowers, floor to ceiling windows, a large wet bar. French doors lead into the bedroom containing a four-posted king size bed, a mirrored wall and again a floor to ceiling window and finally a bathroom the size of my old room.
Johan went wild. If I thought he acted like a kid in our other room, he was now a boy in a candy store. He kept moving around touching everything.
"Wow, isn't this great." "Sure, but who is paying for it?" was my only reply, as I picked up one of the phones and dialled the front desk. I got the same clerk that sent us to this room and after identifying myself I said that there must be some mistake. He kept assuring me that there was no problem and guaranteed me that there would be no additional charges. Then he added: "Michel was sure you would all enjoy the extra room." And then the phone went dead.
I stood there for some time taking this all in. Johan was looking at me and I could see that he half expected me to say we had to leave. When I repeated to him what I had just been told, he ran at me jumping into my arms. I swung him around the room and both of us ending up on one of the sofas.
"I think this means that we can expect a visitor sometime soon." I said.
"Lets get ready then." Johan replied, heading off towards the bathroom. We both cleaned up, first the insides, and then the outsides - showers (this one big enough for the whole hockey team, with three showerheads), shave (I needed out but why Johan needed to was beyond me), blow-dry hair (with Johan fashioning fresh spikes), clean the teeth and freshen the breath and finally we both got into our new silk briefs. I put on a clean pair of pants and shirt and Johan was content to remain in his briefs and his `ripped' t-shirt. Oh well why not it was sexy and for what we were expecting it perfectly suitable.
And now we waited sitting around in luxury with Johan having a beer and I a neat scotch, not talking much, thinking of what the rest of the day was to bring and me looking at Johan thinking what a luck day it has been so far. It was about 9:15 and the doorbell rang (a door bell in a hotel??) and Johan ran and opened both doors and ushered in Michel with a food wagon. "As you can see we were expecting you." Johan said as he ran his hand down Michel strong muscular back urging him forward into the room.
The wagon contained Champagne and various appetizing looking finger foods. But the most appetizing thing to enter the room was Michel. He still had his uniform on -- white shirt highlighted by a black bowtie and a white waistcoat, which was pressed against his bulging chest, black trousers that looked like they had been painted on showing off one of the nicest bubble butt that I have ever seen. There is really something about a man in uniform that is very sexy. And Michel was very very sexy.
As Michel again made a show of opening the Champagne and pouring three glasses this time, he ask if we were satisfied with our alternate accommodations. Johan was all over him rubbing his body against him making it clear that we was happy and I picked up some of the food and fed both of them. There is rather sexy about feeding finger food to your lovers and both of them made suitable noises and we then washed it down with a sip of Champagne. I watch Michel eat and drink and noticed his lips that were firm with a touch of twist or a slight sneer to them. It was quite attractive on him and I was taken in and strangely drawn to them. I was now directly in front of Michel and I reached out to his lips and tongued a drop of wine that cling there. Michel parted his lips and I press my tongue inside of him finding his own tongue waiting, quivering. Our faces fused as our tongues danced together, strong and moist.
Johan was not to be left out as he moved in between the two of us and we soon found that we had three pairs of lips open wide and wet and vying for attention and three tongues battling each other. I ran the tip of my tongue over the outline of both pair of lips and ran my hands through there hair. Michel's was soft and short while Johan's was hard and stiff with his hair jell. I pulled all three of our heads as close together as possible, our lips becoming one with an ardour that sent signals down to my groin. I marvelled at how divergence my two companions were. Johan was soft, with supple, yielding lips and velvety smooth cheeks, while Michel's face was solid with firm lips and a cheek and jaw covered with rough stubble. I was totally consumed with the passion that was flowing between us.
We continued to kiss passionately and began moving our hands up and down over each other back muscles and then to our asses; Johan's was petite, soft and pliable while Michel's was rock-hard and solid. After a few more minutes of this three way French kiss, Johan broke away from our lips and stared to snake downwards to his knees. We moved apart slightly to give Johan room to manoeuvre and as Michel and I continued to kiss, I could hear a zipper being undone, and it wasn't mine. It soon became clear the Johan was having difficulty getting Michel's prick out of the fly opening and he was soon opening the belt and easing his pants down. I was in a position to help push the tight material over that well shaped ass. Michel wore no underwear and when his cock was free I looked down on a wondrous sight. From my groping of Michel in the afternoon I knew he was well endowed, but now fully inflated it was a huge; lengthy with an outsized purple helmet, but it was the girth that made my knees weak. Johan seemed to waste little time examining this weapon of pleasure as he quickly tried to devour it, his mouth looking so small as he stretched
it to engulf this monster. Michel let out a little groan, leaned his head back a little and parted his lips running the tip of his tongue over them. I immediately went back to replacing my tongue on his lips. Johan was making all sorts of guttural noises but I soon felt his hands on my cock as he opened my pants and started to pump my dick. When I felt his tongue on me I pulled away from Michel's lips and looked down. My above average size prick was touching Michel's oversized organ; and while he was not that much longer than me, he looked about twice as thick. I felt my prick twitch and was sure my ass was also twitching. A very interesting evening was ahead of us.
As Johan unrelentingly continued to lick and suck both of us, I moved my tongue from Michel's mouth and followed his cheek with the tip of my tongue until it reached his ear. I nibbled at his right ear lobe for a while, and then licked down across his throat. My lips nibbled the soft flesh of his neck and ear lobes. He gasped, breathing in deep at the touch of my tongue entering his ear. I stared to take off his jacket and then remove his tie. I unbuttoned his shirt and as I stripped it off, my lips followed, playing with his chest hairs and roaming around his well-built pecs which were tops by large nipples which where hardening to my touch. I continued down his washboard abs and the trail of hair that led me to join Johan lips in encircling that beautiful piece of meat. We took turns sucking and nibbling until Michel pulled us up to him and with passionate enthusiasm began to kiss us again. But this kissing was not to last long as Michel soon broke away and picking Johan up carried to the nearest sofa.
When Michel had Johan on the sofa he lifted Jonah's legs removed his g-string and kneeled down and started to suck Johan's already engrossed member -- this kid is always hard. After a few moments he lifted Johan's legs higher and dropping to his knees began to rim his tight little ass. The sight of Michel's broad shoulders strong flawless back tapering down to that bubble butt was quite a thrill.
I quickly retrieved some condoms and the lube from the bedroom and joined Michel to worship at that altar of manhood as we took turns licking Johan's cock and rosebud. I let my hand roam up and down Michel's back and ass appreciating this manly figure. At some point Michel turn Johan's anus over to me, climbed up onto the sofa standing over Johan and stated to fuck his mouth. From the noises they both were making and the way Johan was pull Michel's ass towards him it was clear that things were moving along rather rapidly and I quietly volunteered to help out by lubing Johan's tight little hole. First one finger and then two as his boy cunt began to expand and literally twitch open before my eyes. The more lube in his asshole the more his muscles pushed it out and then suck it inside of him. Michel pulled out of Johan's mouth and looked down at his ready little ass. I handed him a condom -- I was right, it was a tight fit - and he moved into position. He didn't slip right in but took his time easing the sphincter open and I was in there so close I could smell their sex as I added more lub and to Johan stretched anus and Michel's prick, urging them both on. As soon as that massive mushroom cock head broke through, Johan replaced my hand on Michel's cock and guided the rest of that steel hard shaft inch by inch into his hole. Johan was breathing hard and it was clear he was in pain but when he seemed comfortable, Michel reached around Johan with his massive arms and picked him up and standing let him slide those last few millimetres down onto his cock. Oh God it looked so hot.
They stood there for a few moments, Johan's arms wrapped around Michel's neck and his legs hocked around his waist, looking into each other eyes. It looked like they were in rapture as they hung onto each other not moving. It was clear that Johan's pain had been replace by some sort of bliss as his sexy smile replaced the grimes. Michel place one of his large hands on Johan's petite butt and began to move Johan who used his arms to pull himself up on that enormous protrusion in his ass. The movements were slight and on the upstroke their tongues darted and danced with each other.
I may as well have been one of the potted plants in the room for all the attention that those two were giving me. And there I was standing with a woody in my hand just watching this passionate vision of this well muscled large hunk holding this slender boy man in the palm of his hand as he rode that thick piece of man meat. They continues on for some time in what looked like a awkward but sexy position until Johan asked to be let down. He then got on the floor on all four with his ass pointed up as Michel reinserted his substantial prick that entered effortlessly. Before Michel had a chance to start thrusting into to him, Johan began moving his hip and butt back and forth. Michel remained still as Johan ferociously fucked himself on Michel's cock. Michel face contorted with surprise and pleasure letting out little moaning sounds every time Johan's ass cheeks hit his pubic bone. But Michel could not play this game for long as he began to match Johan's thrust with his own. And match them he did as he commenced to plough into Johan's hole.
Johan's moans joined Michel's with occasional grunts and even whimper as Michel big cock plunge hard and fast deeply into his butt. Johan suddenly turned and looked at me, smiling and with a jerk of his head motioned me to come over. It was the same movement that he made to me this morning in the station. In a second I was on my knees as he took me into his mouth. We looked into one another eyes and both smiled as I began to fuck his mouth with the same enthusiasm that Michel was showing at the other end. Michel now gazed at me and as I grinned back at him through half closed eyes he reached over and grabbed my head pulling it towards him, thrusting his tongue into my mouth with the same excitement that he using to fuck Johan. His tempo increased and then there was sudden pause as his whole body tensed and with a final thrust, climaxed. Johan arched up until he was kneeling in front of me, holding onto my shoulders.
"Ohhhh. Oh yeahhh. Fuck me baby. Fill my ass." He cried. I reached down taking his fully erect cock in my hand. It was well lubricated with precum as I jacked him off. The look of sheer bliss covered his face and was matched by Michel expression of rapture.
And then it was all over for them as Johan exploded in my hand and Michel slipped out of his ass. Johan leaned back into Michel as they both fell together onto the floor into a mass of male flesh. And there I was high and dry thinking that with all this quality meat I was left to finish myself off.