Ever since the masquerade ball, I’d been craving their touch, their firm hands on me, their hard cocks in me. Unfortunately, the recent canceled plans and the hints that maybe I wouldn’t get to see them all before they left, all that put a damper on my enthusiasm. That was putting it mildly; I teetered between frustration and anger. On more than one occasion, I’d considered calling the whole thing off.
But now that I was at the hotel, getting myself and the room ready for their arrival, all that anger and frustration seemed like a distant and childish caprice.
The hotel room wasn’t large. The bed was centered and it dominated the modest dimensions. I moved it against the far wall to create a little more floor space. I had plans for the boys.
I showered and donned a simple blue nightgown. No panties; they wouldn’t stay on long, anyway.
Right on time, there came a knock at the door.
I took a seat at the table on the other side of the room. “Come in.”
The door opened, and Nolan entered. Behind him was Santiago. I put a hand to my chest to quell my trembling heart. Seeing one muscle-bound hunk come to me, followed by another equally buff specimen, it was still something I hadn’t quite got used to.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen.”
Nolan came to me. “Who you calling gentlemen?” He put his arm around me, gripped the back of my head and leaned over to give me a kiss.
With the strength and passion of his kiss, I thought it would be a long one, but he pulled away and forced my head to the side where Santiago leaned over and gave me a kiss, equally as strong and as short.
“Three’s a crowd.” Taylor entered the room. “So I brought a fourth.” His identical twin, Tristan followed him in. The two of them had recently had their hair cut, and in identical beige slacks and dark-blue button-down shirts, they’d never looked more similar than they did then.
“The more the merrier.” I held out my arms, and they came to me with kisses and caresses.
“Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time,” said Tristan.
“Impatient,” I said. I reached out, grabbed his pants by the waist and pulled him to me. I unbuttoned his pants and slid them off of him. The other men followed suit.
With the table to my left, the wall to my right and Tristan in front of me, the men couldn’t get to me. They stood in the center of the room and unbuttoned their shirts. I leaned my head against Tristan’s waist, my arm feeling the firm muscles of his legs, while I watched them undress.
I stuck out my hand in the direction of Nolan. He took it and tried to pull me up off my seat. But I held on to Tristan and pulled Nolan to me. I fondled his bicep and his shoulder and I said, “Who do you think is stronger, you or Santiago?”
Santiago chuckled.
“It depends how you measure strength,” said Nolan.
I squeezed his bicep. It was hard as a rock. “Who would win in an arm-wrestling match?”
Santiago chuckled louder this time.
Nolan looked at Santiago and said, “If I used both my arms, I could beat him.”
“Maybe,” said Santiago.
I ran my hand over his chest. He flexed for me, and I traced the contour of his muscles with the tips of my fingers. “And what about a regular wrestling match?”
“That’s a toss up,” said Nolan.
“More like I’d toss you up then pin you down,” said Santiago.
As I ran my hand up and down Tristan’s leg, I felt his cock stiffen against my chest. I shifted so that it pressed against my breast, and he rocked and rubbed it against me slowly.
“Taylor,” I said. “Would you be the referee for their wrestling match?”
“Huh?” Nolan looked at me somewhat confused.
I slipped the strap of my nightgown off my shoulder and stuck out my chest. “To the victor go the spoils.”
Santiago took a standing position in the center of the room and faced Nolan. “This should be quick,” he said. Then he glanced at me. “Prepare to be spoiled.”
Nolan faced Santiago and assumed an identical position. “I’m happy to pin this guy to the floor for you, if that’s what you want. But regardless,” he glanced at me and raised his brow, “we share our property.”
Taylor put himself between them; he separated them with outstretched arms then took a step back and released them.
They rammed into each other: hard, flexed muscles locking into a show of force.
I slid my hand up Tristan’s leg, up his boxers, grabbed his ass and held it in my firm grip.
Santiago lifted Nolan and threw him against the wall. The room shook. Then Nolan pulled Santiago to the ground with him. They grappled and rolled. Finally, Nolan pinned Santiago on his back. Taylor got down on one knee and slapped the floor three times. “One. Two. Three.”