Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 09:21:14 -0800 (PST)
From: mike smith <hvray@yahoo.com>
Subject: Three Days in Paris  -  Chap 4

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.