Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2012 18:28:33 +0000
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: St. Moritz--Badrutt?s Palace Hotel Chapter 9

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

As Günther made his way over to me, I indicated to Jacques to come sit
in front of me so I could take care of his throbbing tool.

Günther was first to reach me, slipping up behind me and imitating John
by slapping my buttocks. He took a moment to take the condom that John was
offering, which he immediately put on without assistance. I was
disappointed, as I enjoy putting condoms on my partner orally. Pushing the
base of the condom down the shaft with my tongue and lips is very
stimulating for me.  I spread my legs as far as I could, and he wasted no
time finding my anus and roughly pushing himself into me. He had to be new
to this game, considering his lack of finesse. I obviously expected more
from the boy. I hoped his earlier unloading would prevent a repeat of the
earlier premature ejaculation. While he began his thrusting into me,
Jacques got comfortable and spread his legs inviting me to pay attention to
his hard manhood. I skinned his foreskin back, and began my finest lip and
tongue work on his exposed head. I circled his with my tongue, while
kissing and sucking on his head. He was already leaking cum-pré, and I
wasted no time licking it up. As I worked on Jacques, I realised that
Günther had already begun his rapid, rabbit thrusting, indicating he was
about to shoot his load. I squeezed my sphincter rhythmically, attempting
to trigger his orgasm just to get it over with. I knew I would get no
satisfaction from him, so I just wanted him to be done. Sure enough, within
seconds he slammed himself deeply into me and I could tell even through the
condom, that he was unloading. He grunted and groaned several times, before
pulling his still rigid pénis from me with a popping sound. I was
disappointed that there would be no after play while he softened. He went
back to the sofa and sat down next to John.

I returned my full attention to Jacques, who I had managed to continue
stimulating during Günther's clumsy attempt at love making. He was quite
stiff, and with each thrust into my throat, I could feel him swelling and
pulsing. I assumed he would soon finish, and I would be left completely
unsatisfied.  He stopped thrusting, just allowing his maleness to sit on my
tongue. He leaned close to my face, and unexpectedly kissed me. When he
broke the kiss, he whispered to me, "Puis-je vous prendre par voie anale?"
(May I take you anally?). I looked to John, who nodded his head. I looked
back at Jacques and told him "Bien sûr, mon ami. Je serais honoré
d'être à votre service." (Of course my friend, I would be honored to
service you.)

Before getting up from the sofa, he took the condom John offered, and asked
me if he should put it on or did I want to do it. Instead of answering, I
took the foil package from his hand and opened it. I slipped it a short
distance over my tongue, before leaning over to his stiffness, and began
sliding it down his shaft using my teeth to force the base ring down, while
using my tongue to stimulate the parts already covered by it.

I took my time applying the condom to him, enjoying my self
immensely. Jacques was quivering from my ministrations; finding out how
good applying a condom can feel. When I finally had the condom in place,
Jacques stood up and made his way to my rear quarter. Unlike the first two,
Jacques erotically massaged my buttocks with a light touch designed to
inflame already hot passions. He explored my entrance with his fingers,
ensuring I still had enough lubricant in me to comfortably accommodate him

Once he was satisfied that I was ready, he stepped up behind me and rubbed
his condom covered pénis up and down my cleft. He made sure to rub at my
entrance with every pass. He had my sphincter squeezing rapidly, as if
attempting to grab him and pull him in. When I could not stand the
stimulation any further, I begged him to mount me. He asked if I was sure I
was ready, and I nearly yelled at him to stop teasing me and get inside
me. He slowly slipped his head into me, and once the head was all the way
in he stopped. He teased me by asking if I wanted more of what he had to
offer. I was nearly incoherent as I begged him to penetrate me all the
way. He laughed, and began pushing his hardness into me a mere centimeter
at a time. When I attempted to push back, he would take half a step back,
preventing me from forcing more of him into me.

John was laughing as he watched me being unmercifully teased. Jacques had
reduced me to a quivering mass on the floor begging for the satisfaction I
had so far been denied. Finally, he took pity on me and forced all of
himself into me in a single thrust. I felt every centimeter as he entered
me.

After completely filling me, He started to slowly pull out and push back
in. He took the time to locate my prostate, and made sure he hit it with
every thrust. By this time, my tool had been rigid and teased for so long
that I lost control and ejaculated all over the floor. Jacques continued to
thrust while I emptied myself, my sphincter squeezing him all the while.
As I recovered, he leaned over me and asked, "Dois-je cum maintenant?
(Should I cum now?). I told him if he was ready, so was I.

He lasted another minute or so, and then he groaned as he buried himself
all the way into me. I felt his manhood swell and pulse before all motion
stopped as he continued to unload.

Once finished, he remained in me until I felt him start to soften. He
pulled himself out and made his way to my head so we could see each
other. He smiled at me, leaned forward, gave me a light kiss and told me
merci beaucoup. (thank you). As he reached to remove the condom, I stopped
him. I slowly slid the device from his pénis, and cleaned the semen from
him. Once done, I took the open end of the condom, placed it in my mouth
and tilted it up, making his semen flow into my mouth. When I was done,
Jacques returned to the settee smiling.

I sat beside him, since Günther was already sitting with John.

John told us that he was very pleased with the show we had provided. While
he was making his comments, Jacques had retrieved the Champagne and wine
flutes. He poured us all a glass of the wine and went into the bedroom to
change into his clothes. When he emerged from the bedroom, he thanked all
of us for a wonderful time, and explained that he had to get some sleep as
he was working the next day.

 Günther realised the lateness of the hour and also excused himself. He
had early morning ski classes to teach in the morning.

Once they had left, John pulled the settee to the French doors, and sat
down inviting me to join him. He covered us both with the fluffy robes, as
we sat watching the snow fall and sipped our wine.

After a few minutes, John kissed me and thanked me for providing our guests
a most pleasant time. He also apologised for Günther's poor manners and
performance. He told me he would not have invited him if he had realised he
was a rude, premature ejaculator.

I reminded him that one never knows what one will get when picking up men
in the showers. Then I laughed and told him that Jacques had more than made
up for Günther.

As we watched to snow falling with increasing intensity, I found myself
very tired and asked John if he was ready for bed. He said he was, but
wanted to take a quick, hot shower. He invited me to join him.  I made it a
point to never refuse any invitation or request that John made of me, so I
got up from the settee, downed my wine and headed for the bathroom to start
the shower.

We had a very brief shower, and then I toweled John off and sent him to
bed. I dried myself and followed him.

As I slipped under the duvet, I could feel the heat from John's body
warming the bead. I leaned over to give him a good night kiss, only to
discover that he was already asleep. I kissed him lightly on the forehead,
snuggled up to his side, and lay my head on his chest. He instinctively
wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me tightly to him.

As I lay there drifting into sleep, I took a moment to thank God for giving
such a wonderful man to me.




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