City Sin: Part Two - Dessert

Their special moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. Throwing on the robes they found in the closet, they opened it. Outside, on a tray, was their complementary wine. Also on the tray was a note:

Can I join you? – Yoshiki

CITY SIN
Part Two: Dessert

Alejandro read the note, and then looked at Roger for approval. Roger smiled.

“Well, that was a good main course… but now we need dessert.”

Before Al knew what was happening, Roger had picked up the hotel phone. “Room Service?” he asked. “Could you send up some whipped cream and chocolate sauce? No, nothing with it. Thanks a bunch.”

Roger was excited at the prospect of getting into the bellhop’s pants. He had always had a thing for anyone ethnic – black, latin – but especially Asians. They drove him wild. He imagined ripping off that hotel uniform, exposing those small, dark nipples, that thin, wiry, hairless chest, that firm, round ass…

Alejandro noticed his lover’s dick beginning to rise. He moved to take off Roger’s robe. Roger slipped out of it. Al just stared at the soft, pale ass in front of him. He reached for it, grabbing one side with each of his hands.

Roger turned around. “Not yet!” he said, ignoring Alejandro’s obvious disappointment. “Wait till Yoshiki gets here.” Disappointed as he was, Alejandro consoled himself by stare at Roger’s chest. His light chest, with it’s small ripples of muscle covered with a spattering of thin hairs, differed from Alejandro’s powerfully built, smooth Latin stomach. He tried to bring his mouth down on the small, pinkish nipples, but Roger just giggled a bit and moved away.

It took all of Roger’s self control not to give in to his Latin lover’s smooth advances. When Al was teasing his nipples, he practically had to grab on to the bedpost to restrain his desire to tackle Alejandro, to caress his small hairless nipple into a tight circle. But, he wanted to be ready for Yoshiki. He hadn’t had an orgasm anywhere near the intensity of his first with Alejandro, and he didn’t want this next one to be a disappointment. He was happy he didn’t have to wait long, as he heard the knock at the door and the familiar, high voice. “Room service!”

He walked to Alejandro and slid his robe down the silky, tan body. Grasping his buttocks with a casual hand, he led him to the door.

Yoshiki had no idea what to expect. The whipped cream and chocolate was suggestive, but what if they weren’t planning to share? What if they weren’t attracted to him? What if they didn’t find the note? What if they weren’t even gay?

No, Yoshiki was pretty sure of that. He had seen the double bed, and the way the always checked each other out. They were definitely potential lovers. And, the potential they had! Both were beautiful – the long haired white guy and the gorgeous muscled Hispanic with the short locks. If only he could see them with their cloths off…

He shook his head to clear his mind off these thoughts. Still having no idea what to expect he knocked on the door, calling out “Room service!” The door opened. Whatever he was expecting, it surely wasn’t this!

These two beautiful men were standing in front of him buck naked! He took a moment to size up the situation. They both looked about 23 or 24, slightly older than his 19. They both had incredible chests, the dark one hairless and ripped; the white one thin, lightly built, and slightly hairy. Yoshiki let his eyes drop lower to the generous helpings of pubes. Although the thin brown ones on the white guy were nice, it was the thick, dark curls – the only body hair on the Latin that Yoshiki could see – that really excited him. 

Directly below these, Yoshiki found his prize. Both of these amazing hunks were very well endowed. The dark cock looked about nine inches long, and it seemed to be plastered to the firm six-pack. His nice, round balls, just perfect for sucking, hung beneath it. Slightly furry, Yoshiki thought they looked delicious.

The white one’s meat stuck out arrow-straight in front of him. Not as big as his lover’s, it looked about eight inches, with a nice round head. Yoshiki just wanted it in his mouth, swallowing it all the way down the shaft to the small sac…

Slightly dazed Yoshiki stumbled into the room. The Latin one introduced himself. “Hola, amigo. I’m Alejandro, but you can call me Al. This here is my good friend Roger. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” Yoshiki needed no second invitation.

Al sat down on the bed as Yoshiki almost fell to the ground, attacking his balls with startling ferocity. Seeing that Roger had brought in the sweets and closed the door, Al began to notice Yoshiki in more detail. Running his hands through the straight, dark hair at his crotch, he watched as Roger began to unbutton the tight bellhop uniform. Soon, he was unable to concentrate on Roger’s actions. Yoshiki used his hot little mouth for all it was worth. His gentle tongue caressed Al’s balls, making him shake with pleasure. The licking got more intense, until Al was moaning from the intense pleasure. Suddenly, it increased, as Yoshiki opened his mouth and started sucking on his balls! “¡Mamame las cojones, macañema!” 

Roger was getting off on the oral attentions Yoshiki was bestowing on Alejandro. Still, he managed to control his quivering hands long enough to unbutton the hotel uniform and yank it off, along with the tight black bikini underwear. With his ass uncovered, Roger and Alejandro both caught their breath. This fine piece of asian meat was just begging for attention!