The knot in Kyle's stomach seemed to grow the closer he came to his destination. Why had he agreed to this? He could have passed on their offer, could have said 'no thank you' to the two incredibly gorgeous men who had so generously offered to assist him with this endeavor and gone on his way.
But he hadn't.
Ashe Wilson was the all-American boy-next-door type -- six foot tall, one hundred eighty pounds, sandy-blond hair and blue eyes. One look at him and Kyle had been lost. Add to that Ashe's long-time partner, Jason Rogers, with his Italian good looks -- dark hair, brown eyes, olive skin, lithe build, and a pair of lips that rivaled Angela Jolie's. Throughout the course of the evening, he had watched the blond sucking on those plump pieces of flesh and Kyle found himself wanting to do the same. Kyle had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
After nervously admitting that he had never been with anyone 'that way' before, Kyle had been sure they would laugh at him and move on to someone else. But they had surprised him, assuring Kyle that he was more than welcome to join them, that they would not pressure him into anything he was not ready for. If he decided at some point he was ready to take the final step, they would be more than honored to share that with him.
"We're staying at the Union Square Crowne Plaza in room 923 if you want to join us later," Ashe had said before pressing a kiss to the young man's lips. Kyle swore he could still feel those soft lips against his own.
The cab driver's voice interrupted Kyle's musings. "Crowne Plaza," he said as he motioned to the large building he had pulled up to. "That'll be $27.50."
Kyle pulled three tens from his wallet and handed them to the driver before exiting the car. Through the floor to ceiling windows, he spied the bank of elevators off to the right, past the seemingly never-ending mahogany check-in desk. Good, he thought. It wouldn't do to wander around the place like some lost idiot who had no business being there.
Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Kyle smiled when the night doorman bid him a good evening as he stepped into the opulent hotel, returning the sentiment with a quietly offered 'thank you'.
His stomach felt as if it were doing somersaults, his already-frazzled nerves fraying even more as he approached the elevator. He could do this, couldn't he? He could ride up to the ninth floor, knock on the door bearing the number 923, and take this final step.
Or he could chicken out and go home.
Alone.
Again.
The polished doors slid open quietly and before Kyle could change his mind, he stepped into the elevator. The ride up to the ninth floor took less time than he would have thought, but then again, he'd never been inside a swanky hotel such as this one. He wondered if the elevators in the more 'affordable' hotels were slower. Before he could finish that thought, the doors opened once more and Kyle stepped into the hallway.
After a quick glance at the sign on the wall informing patrons of their room locations, 900 to 925 to the right, 926 to 950 to the left, he slowly made his way down the right corridor. Thirty-nine steps later found him standing in front of the room number he had been given. Lifting a nervous hand, he knocked on the door and waited.
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The two men did not make it beyond the living area of their suite before their clothes started disappearing, both extremely turned on by the thought of Kyle joining them. They had invited others to join them before, something they did on occasion, but never before had it been an innocent.
Both were looking forward to the experience if the young man showed.
Ashe moaned as Jason's succulent lips surrounded his cock, slowly bringing him closer to the edge. His lover's talented tongue curled around the shaft, massaging the thick vein just the way he liked it. He slid blunt-nailed fingers into the black shoulder-length hair, knowing his lover enjoyed the connection as much as Ashe did himself.
Hearing the quiet knock, Jason groaned around his mouthful, knowing that things were about to get a whole lot more interesting. The vibration slid up Ashe's spine, making him shudder. Jason smiled up at his lover who was reclining back on the couch, Jason on his knees between widespread legs. "Want me to get that?" he asked as he licked his swollen lips, enjoying the flavor of his lover on them.
"Didn't lock the door," Ashe said as he nudged his lover's mouth back to his cock. Taking the hint, Jason went back to work. "Come in, Kyle," Ashe shouted towards the door and then closed his eyes as a wave of pleasure rolled over him.
Kyle slowly turned the knob and opened the door, not sure what to expect. Were the two men going to pounce on him as soon as he stepped over the threshold? Would they stick to their word and not pressure him into anything? The curtains of the floor to ceiling windows were pulled back, the moonlight casting a silvery glow about the room. It wasn't dark, by any means, and he immediately caught sight of the two men, a naked Jason kneeling between the legs of an equally naked Ashe, his head slowly bobbing up and down. Oh God, he was...
"Planning on standing there all night or were you going to join us?" Ashe asked when he opened his eyes again, the light of the hallway spilling into their darkened room.
"Oh, yeah, sorry," Kyle stammered as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Now that he was inside, he wondered what he was supposed to do. No sooner than the thought had formed, Ashe was speaking again.
"We meant what we said earlier. We'll not force anything on you. Feel free to watch, or join in if that's what you'd like. You'll find that we're pretty open about everything," he said before dropping his head back to the arm of the sofa.
Kyle moved further into the room, closer to the two men. He could smell them, the musky scent that accompanied arousal. Deciding to watch, at least for the time being, he slid into the overstuffed chair next to the sofa. He could now see Jason's lips stretched around the thick shaft that glistened with saliva, could see the bliss on his face as he brought his lover pleasure.
Jason's dark eyes opened, focused on Kyle for a moment before giving him a quick wink and the young man knew instantly what he wanted. He wanted those lips wrapped around his own member. He unconsciously licked his lips, shifted in his seat to accommodate his growing arousal.
"He does have the perfect lips for sucking cock, doesn't he?" Ashe asked, startling Kyle. He had no idea the other man was watching him.
Kyle managed a nod and then Jason was crawling towards him, his sleek movements reminding him of a panther on the prowl.
And Kyle was his target.
Muscles flexed as Jason moved closer and Kyle's body temperature jumped a few degrees as lust swamped his system. Then four hands were tugging at his shirt, up his torso, over his head and off his arms. So entranced by the man crawling towards him, Kyle had completely missed Ashe moving to stand behind him. He gasped as one set of lips teased his already tight nubs and then another set of lips covered his own. One of his hands settled on the back of Ashe's neck while the other rested on Jason's shoulder.
As his tongue tangled with Ashe's, somewhere in the back of his mind, the extremely small part that was still functioning at this point, he noticed that Jason's hands, or were they Ashe's, were moving down his chest, blunt nails leaving faint trails of pink in their wake as they moved towards their destination. His stomach quivered when he felt the sucking kisses that were bound to leave a mark or two, and the teasing licks that were moving lower with each passing moment. Nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants and freed his weeping cock, and he moaned into the mouth assaulting his own as Jason's lips closed around his shaft.
