St. Moritz--Badrutt's Palace Hotel Chapter Seven
Once dressed, we walked to the elevator. Our suite was on the sixth floor and the restaurant was on the lobby level.
When the elevator doors opened, Jacques greeted us and held the doors while we boarded.
At lobby level, Jacques escorted us to the restaurant and signaled the maître d'hôtel to seat us. Our table was set and ready, and as we sat down, the maître d'hôtel removed the small reserved sign from the table. He greeted us and introduced himself as Maurice. He told us that André would be providing service for us. Maurice looked to the bar, and a barman immediately came over carrying a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket. He placed it next to me, and went immediately back to the bar, returning to the table quickly, bringing a martini for John and a Ur-Bock for Günther. The Champagne was opened and poured.
As we sipped our drinks, André approached the table with the sommelier, and enquired if he could take our order. John smiled and asked him what he would recommend for an appetizer. He responded that the terrine foie gras was always good. John nodded his acceptance, and turned to the sommelier requesting a suggestion for a wine pairing with the foie gras. The sommelier immediately responded with a suggestion of D'Yquem 1988. John again nodded his head in agreement. John then ordered the Chilean Sea Bass, I ordered the French hen with foie gras, and Günther ordered the steak. Obviously, Günther was a red meat man. Once we had ordered, both men left the table.
Günther had not said a word the entire time we were at the table, and I asked him if everything was all right. He said that everything was fine; the hotel and restaurant had just overwhelmed him. I enquired why he felt that way, and he told us in a low voice that he did not realise that people actually lived this way, and that he had never worn a tuxedo in his life. John and I both chuckled as John assured him that people did live this way, and he was fitting in just fine.
We spent a few minutes listening to Günther tell us about his home in Bavaria, and that he was working as a ski instructor for the season to get enough money together for his spring tuition at the University. He was studying to be a biochemical engineer.
As we listened to him, André approached the table with the foie gras and a freshly baked baguette. He served us, and made room for the sommelier to deliver the wine. The wine was slightly chilled, and the sommelier offered to pour John the first glass for tasting. John shook his head no, and indicated he preferred that he taste for us, as he was the expert. After he had thoroughly inspected and tasted the wine, he pronounced it excellent. John then asked him to pour for us. While he poured the wine, André cleared all the other drinks from the table.
As we ate the foie gras and drank the sauterne, which though sweet, paired well with the foie gras, we talked about the ski season and how nice it had been so far. I asked Günther if he was bisexual or homosexual, to which he replied he was strictly gay. He told us he preferred to top, but was not averse to bottoming on occasion. I assured him that I was a dedicated bottom and would be happy to service both of them. They both smiled at each other.
André arrived to clear the table, and the sommelier removed the wine and glasses. He asked John if he wanted wine with dinner, and John told him to pair a nice wine for each of our dinners. When André arrived with our dinners, the sommelier was right behind him with our dinner wines and glasses. He had paired a wonderful white for John and me. Günther received a very full-bodied red for his steak. Dinner was finished uneventfully, the clearing of the table was finished, John signed the cheque and we headed upstairs.
John opened the door for us, and both gentlemen allowed me to enter first. I noticed that Jacques had the maid de chambre in to straighten up the room while we were at dinner. There were no signs of our afternoon party. I did notice that there was a sliver cloche on the coffee table. When I lifted the cloche, I found vanilla and chocolate puff pastries under it, both being my favourites. I also noticed that Jacques had placed several small silver trays around the room with Avanti condoms on each of them.
I went into the bedroom to change, and the guys followed me. I saw several more of the condom trays placed around the bedroom. Our day clothes were in the closets, and there were three fleece robes on the closet door hangers. I got out of my tuxedo quickly and slipped into the robe. While John and Günther finished changing, I went out to the living room and found Jacques setting the fireplace for the night. He had already put a tray with café and chocolat chaud next to the pastries. He asked if he could go into the bedroom and set the fireplace in there for the night. I told him to go right ahead.
The bedroom door was open, and as he walked in, he found both John and Günther naked, putting on their robes. Günther was semi-erect and displaying his long foreskin. Jacques smiled and headed directly to the fireplace to bank it for the night. Once done, he exited to the living room.
By this time, all of us were in the living room, and John mentioned to Jacques that he was welcome to join us for the evening. Jacques smiled and told us his wife might not be pleased with the idea. John responded with a so who is going to tell her? Jacques took a moment to think, and then told us his shift would be over at midnight. With that comment, he turned and made his way out the door.
Once he was gone, John asked us to sit down. When we did, he explained that the evening was intended to provide maximum pleasure and enjoyment. There was to be no pain inflicted on me and that Günther was required to wear a condom if he planned to mount me anally. With that said, I stood up and dropped my robe to the floor. I went over to John and pulled his robe open, exposing his beautiful tool. I immediately grabbed it, and pushed the foreskin down. Once the head was exposed, I took it in my mouth to give it a tongue bath. John spread his legs wider, so I could get to and massage his bollocks with my free hand.
While I began working on John, Günther came over the sofa and John invited him to join us. Once seated, he opened his robe, exposing his tool and the blonde bush surrounding it. He was completely hard, his pénis standing at a 45° angle to his body. Even though he was fully hard, his foreskin overhang was at least 5cm. His bullocks had the same blonde hair that surrounded his tool. His skin was so white, that it appeared translucent.
I reached out to him, and took his manhood in my hand, pulling him closer to John. Once hip to hip with John, I began peeling back his foreskin. With the foreskin pulled completely back, I was able to see that the head was dark red in colour, and very moist. I started pumping his tool and then I returned my mouth to John's meat. With each bob of my head on John's manhood, I pulled Günther's foreskin tightly down, and then back up. In very little time, Günther was softly moaning and grunting from the hand job he was receiving.
I felt John tap me on the head, and when I looked up, he indicated that he wanted me to fellate Günther. I let John slip from my mouth and pivoted towards Günther. I grasped his bullocks with my free hand, and pulled his foreskin all the down with the other. I took him in my mouth, and put my tongue on the underside of the head. I pulled his foreskin all the way up, covering the head and my tongue too. I began circling the head and applying light suction to his organ. In mere moments, Günther gave a sharp intake of breath, his maleness swelled to its maximum size, and the pulsing began. I knew his climax was eminent. I hoped he was not always a premature ejaculator. He started shooting his load, and as he did, I pulled the foreskin back all the way back. I increased the suction, deep throated him, and allowed him to pump his entire load directly down my throat. His semen was sweet and creamy as only a young mans can be. Once he was finished, I began backing off him. Once I had only the head in my mouth, I gently nibbled on his long foreskin, which caused his manhood to begin to harden. I did not want round two with him just yet, so I cleaned him up and let him slip from my mouth.
I returned to John, set on getting his load in my mouth. While I fellated him, he asked Günther if he always prematurely ejaculated. Günther, blushed and shook his head no, and told John that he had never had his tool sucked quite like that before. He then told us that the feelings were so intense, he lost all control of his body. John smiled and told him he understood.
I continued my bobbing motion on John's meat, increasing the suction and speed, while I massaged his bollocks. He told me he wanted his bollocks licked and sucked, and I complied immediately. John's bollocks were quite large, and I could only take them into my mouth one at a time. While I licked and sucked, John began leaking pre-cum copiously. I licked his shaft to the top and used my tongue to get all of it in my mouth. Oh how I loved the taste of John's fluids. John tapped me on the head, indicating he was ready to climax, so I deep throated him repeatedly until he fired off his load. When done, I cleaned him up, and let his softening member slip from my lips, while pulling his foreskin back into place.
I got up off the floor, sliding my robe back over my shoulders. John looked questioningly at me, and I told him I was not yet ready for round two. I explained that I wanted some Champagne before we continued the adventure. The only bottle in the room was very warm, so John called down to have Jacques bring up a new one. I sat down on the sofa between them.
We talked while we waited, and Günther finally got up the courage to ask me if he could have me anally. I told him to ask John, as I was his, and would do anything he wanted.
With a slight smile, John looked at him and nodded affirmatively.
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