Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2012 00:30:20 +0000
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: st-moritz-badrutts-palace chapter 8

St. Moritz--Badrutt's Palace Hotel
Chapter Eight


John smiled at me, and turned to answer Günther's question. He told him
that he had no issue with him taking me anally, but that I would have to
agree to it.

I looked over at Günther and gave him my coyest smile and nodded my head
yes. I did not have any concerns about him enjoying me anally, as he was
smaller than John in both length and girth. I knew I could easily
accommodate him.  I saw him looking around the room, and he smiled when he
located the condoms Jacques had placed for us.

By this time, Jacques was knocking at the door with our Champagne
delivery. Since I was the only one with a robe on, I was elected to answer
the door. As expected, Jacques was at the door with this silver service
cart. The Champagne was sitting on ice in a sliver ice bucket, and the
flutes were covered with white linen napkins. I invited him in, and moved
out of the way so he could get the service cart in.

As he entered, I noticed his eyes making a quick scan around the room. His
gazed stopped at the sofa where John and Günther were still seated naked
on the sofa. He rolled the service cart to the table besse, and opened and
poured the Champagne.

John invited him to take a moment and have a glass with us. He told us he
would like to, but hotel rules did not allow the staff to drink with the
guests, if they were on duty, and his shift did not end until midnight. I
looked at the clock over the mantle, and saw that he only had 30 minutes
left of his shift. I asked him if he could return in a half hour to join us
in a drink. He smiled and said he would, as his wife and children were
visiting her mother in Mallorca. As Jacques let himself out, the three of
us returned to our conversation.

John asked if I was ready to continue the party, and I asked him if we
could wait for Jacques to return. He replied that he was willing to
wait. John and Günther both got up from the sofa and slipped on their
robes.

John headed to the French doors and stepped out to the balcony. Günther
was right behind him, with me bringing up the rear. There was no breeze,
and the snow was light and drifting down slowly. It felt like the
temperature was near 0°C. I felt my pénis and bollocks shrink
instantly, my body pulling them close to me. I looked at the other two, and
they were also shrunken in the man department. We stayed on the balcony
long enough to take a couple sips of the wine, and then fled inside towards
the warmth. John asked if I was in a hurry to get back in and I told him I
did not need my manhood to get any smaller than it already was. John
laughed, and told me his liked my little pénis, and I should be proud of
it.  I made my way to the fireplace and sat down on the rug, trying to draw
heat from the fire to warm my very cold body.

John came over and sat down next to me on the rug. Günther did the same
on the other side of me. John snaked his hand into my robe, and grasped my
tool. He told Günther that he would have me fully erect in a few
moments, and that then Günther could decide for himself whether or not I
was small in the equipment area. I shivered when he touched me, and felt
the beginning of an erection. He opened my robe so he could get a better
hold on me. With a dozen strokes, I was fully hard.  John removed his hand
and told Günther to take a look. I was not embarrassed by this, as I was
used to John doing it. Günther leaned forward a little bit to get a
better look. Before either of them could say anything, I told them both
that, yes I was small at 10cm, but I was very talented. I reminded them
that I would look bigger if I still had my foreskin. They looked at each
other, rolled their eyes and smiled. I also reminded them that since I was
strictly a bottom, I only needed a talented anus and mouth.

Moments later, there was a knock on the door, and I went over to let
Jacques in. He had changed out of his formal suit and tie, and was dressed
in typical resort après ski wear. I opened the door fully and invited
him in.

John poured Champagne for all of us, and sat down with Günther on the
sofa. Jacques and I sat on the settee. After two flutes of wine, we were
all feeling pretty good. I saw Günther's hand make its way to John's
thigh, where he flipped back the robe exposing John. He then began playful
stroking of John. Jacques allowed his hand to roam to my upper thigh, and
squeezed several times, before he flipped back my robe. I asked Jacques if
he wanted to go to the bedroom and change into the last robe on the closet
hook. He said he did and headed for the bedroom. While he changed, I
watched Günther play with John. By the time Jacques returned in his
robe, John was already fully erect.

Jacques sat back down next to me, and I wasted no time in opening his robe
so I could see his pénis for the first time. He was of moderate size,
larger than me, but smaller than Günther and he was
uncircumcised. However his foreskin only covered half of his glans. I took
him in my hand and began the traditional up and down stroking, telling him
I owed him one from this morning's shower play. He leaned back and made
himself comfortable.

I decided to repay the mornings hand job with some of my renowned mouth
work. I pulled his foreskin up as far as it would go, and wiggled my tongue
under it. I made circular motions with my mouth, teasing the entire
head. At several spots, the feelings must have been quite intense for him,
as he grabbed my ears and moaned loudly. I continued working him, and
suddenly he pushed me off his pénis, breathing quickly. He told me he
was just about to unload, and he really did not want to unload so soon.

I left Jacques's rigid, pulsing manhood and moved to John. I removed
Günther's hand from John, and replaced it with my mouth. He was
extremely hard, and already pulsing. I retracted his foreskin all the way,
and swallowed him down. He grabbed the back of my head, and forcefully
pulled me farther down his shaft. He did not stop until my nose was buried
in his pubic hair. I used my throat muscles to massage his hardness, while
licking the lower half of his shaft with my tongue.  He allowed me to
please him for a short while, before tapping me on the head indicating he
wanted to mount me. I immediately released him, and asked where he wanted
me.

John directed me to bend over the arm of the settee and spread my legs for
him. As I took up the position, I felt John smack my buttocks playfully. He
stood behind me, told me to reach back and spread my cheeks, and began
rubbing his pre cum slicked pénis up and down my natal cleft. He quickly
found my anus and swirled his head around the opening. He used his shaft to
force pre cum into me, and then with one single thrust, mounted me. I
moaned with intense pleasure as his bollocks slapped against me, indicating
he was completely inside me. He held still for a moment so I could feel the
pulsing of his rod, and then began slowly pulling out. He pulled completely
out and repeated his single thrust push into me. I felt him stretching and
pulsing, and he quickly started jack rabbit thrusting. He was obviously
ready to shoot his load. I squeezed my sphincter as hard as I could, and I
heard him moan and bury himself in me. A moment later, I felt his semen
flooding into me with great force. When he was finished, he lay over me,
putting his chest on my back. After a brief pause, he licked my ear and
nibbled on it. He whispered that he wished he had lasted longer, but my
mouth work had been unusually sensual. As he slowly softened, he slid out
of me. I could feel his semen dripping out of me. I felt him stand up, but
I remained in my position. I did not want all of his semen to run out of
me. I squeezed my sphincter tightly. I wanted to save some, so that when
Günther mounted me I would already be lubricated and he could feel the
heat of my lover's semen in me.  I looked over at Günther, and saw his
wide smile and throbbing manliness. He was obviously pleased that his turn
had arrived.




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