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Blonde On Blonde
He flipped over the 'Please Clean Room' sign and hoped the maid would adhere to the 'Do Not Disturb' message. (Starring Robin Zander and XO with Vince Neil of Motley Crue)
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BLONDE ON BLONDE
February 16, 1986
London, England
A Russian Restaurant
So far the Crue had played two shows with Cheap Trick who were billed as their special guests for the UK Tour. Both nights, Robin and Vince had stood to the side of the stage and watched each other perform. Since Nikki Sixx was in another heroin-induced state, and Rob Halford was in L.A. mixing Turbo with Judas Priest, they couldn't have asked for a better opportunity. After all, they'd been with their significant others since '79 and '81. And they missed being on top, ached to feel the release that sucked the cum from their dicks when deeply pumping inside warm, snug flesh.
Vince ignored Nikki who 'nodded' off beside him. And he didn't pay any mind to Rick Nielsen, Bun E. Carlos, John Brant, Mick Mars, Tommy Lee or Roger Taylor. Instead, he slyly smiled, taking another sip from his margarita, pinning his gaze directly across the table at Robin. Yeah, the chemistry was rather potent. He could literally smell the sexual tension lingering in the air - a musky sorta essence that rises up just before foreplay, when one's heart is pounding with anticipation, the flesh slick with sweat, and the pubic hair's moist with arousal.
He couldn't resist. The longer he gazed into Robin's sleepy, brown eyes, the more his crotch burned with raw heat. So he kicked off his boot and he slid his fingers over his groin, giving his cock a rub while he placed his foot on Robin's chair. Nice. Those thighs were splayed and he inched his foot upwards until he was between Robin's legs. A rub as he ran his toes along the flaccid shaft that was slowly hardening in length and width.
Robin took another drag off his cigarette. He placed his fingers on Vince's foot, rather enjoying how the thin material of the sock was damp with perspiration. His brow was arched when he guided Vince's foot over his erection, even gave those toes a squeeze. And he slipped off his own shoe, eager to play the game while he inched his foot on Vince's chair, burying his toes into the warm crotch. He caressed the tight set and then traced the outline of the hard cock, smiling since the leather material was smooth and slick. Mmm, he liked Vinnie's scantily clad outfits: flimsy, torn t-shirt, skin-tight pants sitting rather low on the lean hips, and the way that body was made to wear next-to-nothing. Always, he dressed like a gentleman in three-piece suits and he longed to unearth what it would be like to sleep with such a sassy whore.
As for Vince, well, he was drawn to The Zan Man because he liked Robin's ethereal beauty: prominent chin with the deep cleft, the flaxen locks whispering against the high cheekbones and the gallant vibes The Man of a Thousand Voices gave off. Ooh, he wanted to know exactly what lurked under the suit, tie, vest and pants.
Two pretty boys.
Vince reached into Nikki's breast-pocket and withdrew the spare key; the very key required to unlock the door to their hotel room. He slid his arm under the table and smirked since Robin met him half-way, lacing those long, delicate fingers around his. The key switched hands.
***
Robin hurried down the hall. His hair was freshly washed and blown dry, and the scent of cologne lingered on his chest. He only wore a black robe and was barefoot. Well, clothing wasn't a necessity. He reached into his pocket, withdrawing the key. His fingers locked around the handle and he gave the door a push. Slowly, he poked his head in the room, smiling since Nikki seemed to be somewhere on planet Mars.
Vince was spread out on the couch, propped up on his elbow, wearing nothing but his bare flesh, his lightly tanned skin giving off a bronze glow under the subtle lighting. "Don't worry about him," he casually stated in his sassy voice, meaning Nikki. "He just shot up again. We won't hear a peep from him all night.
"Now get the fuck outta that robe. It's been over a damn month since I last got laid."
"A month," Robin gasped in disbelief while he unfastened the cotton belt, letting the robe drop open.
Vince's eyes ran up and down the slim body, zeroing in on the thatch of flaxen hair that surrounded the flaccid manhood. Nice. "Real blonde, hey?"
"I do get it highlighted," Robin admitted as he threw the robe over a chair. "I see you're a true brunette. But you wear blonde rather well."
Vince snickered. "And I see you're built to be a top. That's a big dick. Bigger than Nik's."
"About time someone appreciated my cock," Robin teased while he sauntered across the room and planted his slim buttocks on the coffee table. "Rob tends to forget I do have other body parts that require pleasure, besides my ass."
"Then let me show you how someone can appreciate every inch of skin," Vince purred, sitting up.
Robin placed his hands on the table, spreading his thighs as Vince nestled between his legs. He gazed down at the shock of platinum-blonde hair. Couldn't resist and he ran his fingers through the silky locks. Warm breath fanned the tip of his dick and he gave a soft growl of anticipation. Yes, it was about time someone saw him as a real man. He was sick and tired of being handled with care, treated like fragile glass and nothing more.
He moaned when the lips sucked the head of his cock into that wet mouth. The tongue lapped at the tip, even tried to wiggle into his slight slit. Too excited and he began working his hips, thrusting his shaft deep into the hot mouth.
Vince gladly took the full erection while his hand ran along Robin's thigh. He gave a satisfied groan since the feet were placed on the cushions of the couch and that tight hole was all his for the taking. Oh yeah, it'd been years since he fingered ass. Hell, fingered anything. He rubbed the moist crack, inhaling deeply since he loved Robin's sexual scent, so damn musky. In went his finger and he watched the flesh give way, the snug hole drawing it up inside, which caused his own dick to throb when the warm, soft skin surrounded his finger. His mouth went to Robin's set and he nibbled on the sack, licking at the balls. He inserted another finger, and another - had three up that hole now. He began to pump, letting the moist flesh tease his insides since being in this man felt so damn good.
Ooh, and that smooth ass was bouncing on the table, moving up and then slamming down on his fingers. He traced his tongue up Robin's shaft, sucking the cock back between his lips while he gazed at the tight hole fucking his fingers. Christ, his own dick needed some action.
"On the table. Lay out."
Robin groaned, obeying Vince's command and he pressed his back against the cool, wooden surface. His lids flickered when he watched the platinum blonde slip those slim legs on either side of him. Hmm, nice view. All he could see was Vin's ass. Yeah, ass. Christ, it'd been eons since he ate something besides food. He spread those cheeks wide, giving an ooh when he stared at the snug hole that was waiting to resemble a deep O by the time he finished. Darn rights he'd stretch this tight portal with not only his fingers and tongue, but his dick. And like hell he'd wait.
He buried his face into Vince's buttocks, his tongue snaking out while he traced the crack with the tip. Such a nice taste, exactly how he expected a blonde to taste. Hmm, so this is what lingered on Rob's buds when eating his ass. Hell, his tongue wasn't enough. He ran his fingers up and down the fine line between Vin's cheeks. Now he knew why good ole Colonel Sanders cooked up the slogan: finger lickin' good. And he did just that: placed his fingers into his mouth, lapping up Vin's essence. And Motley's singer was getting rather busy up there since his cock was being sucked into that wet mouth and a thumb wiggled up his hole. Good ole '69, just feast on ass and cock. Yum. But he couldn't be forgetting Vin's dick and he began to jerk the shaft as he slid his tongue up the snug portal.
Holy shit, nothing prepared him for this. Fuck, was the inner flesh ever soft, damn silky and he rolled his tongue in a circular motion, eagerly exploring every inch of Vin's hole. Actually, his face was almost being crushed since Vince was bouncing and gyrating all over his mouth. So he wiggled his tongue and he couldn't help but chuckle when that smooth ass slammed back down on his lips. So he slipped his tongue out and forced Vin's dick back slightly, locking his lips around the shaft as he began sucking. Then he poked three fingers up that portal and roughly thrust in and out. Damn, he was having so much fun exploring Vin, he could barely concentrate on the tongue licking his ass and the delicate hand jerking his dick.
Vince also chuckled. It'd been too long. He nibbled at Robin's balls and let his saliva trail down the crack. Then he gave the taint a slow rub. A smirk since Robin was writhing underneath him. He stole a peek at Nikki who gazed off into la-la land. Hehe, awesome, the bugger was still out of it.
"C'mon. We got all night. Let's fuck," he urged, sitting up while he rested on his thighs so he wouldn't sink his full weight on Robin. This wasn't his boyfriend, after all, and he'd squash The Zan Man. He stood, holding out his hands in a playful manner.
Robin got off the table and locked his fingers around Vince's as they hurried to the bed, both diving into the plush sheets while laughing. They sat on their thighs, staring at each other. Then their laughter ceased when their mouths met, lips moulding together as they tasted their own scents. Just kissing, that's all they did for a spell, which grew with intensity while the heat in their slim bodies rose an octave higher from their excitement.
"Who gets to go first?" Robin asked, nibbling on Vin's lobe.
"I wanna..."
"I'm older," Robin chided. "Respect your elders."
For once Vin didn't protest since he wanted that big dick so bad. God, he couldn't believe The Zan Man's cock rivalled Tommy's. And T-bone stood at least eight to ten inches taller than Robin. So he sank back on his elbows and cast Robin a wicked smile while he raised his legs in the air and spread out in a V. "Go to it."
Vince sighed when Robin's lips melted against his. He could feel the tip of the cock pressing between his cheeks. So close to being breeched. Then the head pushed into him and he held Robin's stare, marvelling at the expression on the angelic face. Oh yeah, he wanted to make The Zan Man feel so good. He squeezed his buttocks and he gasped when that cock had to fiercely thrust to fully penetrate him. His head fell back when the shaft glided straight up his hole. Damn filled.
Then came the pumping, his snug inner-flesh being splayed to accommodate the thick erection. Pain yet pleasure. Ooh, he'd probably even be a bit bruised. And he liked that. The fuck was rather sensual, but in the same breath a bit rough, most likely due to Robin's excitement.
Hmm, the full weight was sinking on his chest and Vince pressed his lips against Robin's, savoring the deep thrusts up his ass. He liked how the hips were slowly gyrating and he had no choice but to fall back into the sheets while he cupped those wiggling cheeks with his hands. Perfect. He wanted to feel Robin's every movement, touch the very object that was feeding his hole with cock. And The Zan Man had such a nice ass, so smooth, not the least bit hairy like Nikki's.
Shoot, who needed a top when a bottom was so much prettier? Actually, he couldn't contain himself and he inserted two fingers between Robin's buttocks. God, he was itching to sink his erection into that tight hole. "Turns," he panted. "Let's take turns till we cum."
Sure enough, Robin gave a nod of agreement.
Vince grinned. So thoughtful and polite was the flaxen blonde. Best fuck he ever had.
Robin withdrew and he got on his haunches.
Vince arched his brow when he watched his cock disappear between those cheeks. In went his tip and then his shaft. He held up his hand, motioning for Robin to refrain from bouncing since he wanted to just revel in the moment. Yeah, 'bout damn time his dick was where it should be: buried in warm, silken flesh. He began moving in a languid rhythm and drew his arms around the slight waist, which set Robin against his chest as he began exploring the plush lips with his tongue. Screw and kiss, his fave pastime. Ooh and they had seven more shows with the Tricksters! He made a mental note to buy Nikki more balloons of heroin so his boyfriend would be outta their hair. Thank goodness Rob was tied up in the States. Hell, maybe he'd dump Nikki? Why be just a bottom when a pretty blonde was on his chest, one he could fuck and who'd fuck him?
While he kept pumping, he searched out the delicate neck, drawing the skin into his mouth and he nibbled, itching to mark this beauty as his own. He liked how Robin obliged, throwing that pretty head back so he'd have full access. And the more that tight hole teased his cock, his ruts grew quicker and rougher. The nice ass was pushing against his dick, Robin gladly fucking along with him. He couldn't resist and he laced his fingers around the erection that oozed pre-cum, the sticky seed dripping along his stomach.
Damn, his skin felt on fire, so fevered from pumping between Robin's cheeks. He could literally taste the waves of euphoria that called to him. Close. The intense heat was present in Robin's eyes and arched back. He let go of The Zan Man as the flaxen blonde sat up, bouncing up and down on his dick. He kept jerking while watching Robin.
Building. Building. The explosive roar was tearing through him. He drew Robin tightly against him, rolling over and he shuddered, panting for air as the ecstatic pleasure literally crushed him. Cum splattered all over his taut tummy while Robin's moans and gasps filled his ears.
They lay still, hearts still furiously pounding, each giving soft groans, savoring the orgasm. Rather spent.
"All night," Vince whispered. "Let's go. Nik'll come around soon."
***
They hurried down the hall, both chuckling, adorned in Nikki's robe. Yeah, they were still laced together, the belt easily accommodating their slim waists. Robin inserted the key in the lock and they entered his room.
Vince kept kissing the nape of Robin's neck since he spooned the flaxen blonde. Before closing the door, he flipped over the 'Please Clean Room' sign and hoped the maid would adhere to the 'Do Not Disturb' message.
It was Robin's turn to fuck and he could hardly wait to have his butthole filled with The Zan Man's cum.
***
Nikki rubbed his nose, thankful the cocaine roused him from his sleepy stupor. He held the robe in his hand, knowing darn well the cotton garment didn't belong to Vince since his babe only wore silk. And two words were inscribed on the tag in italics: /Robin Zander/.
Oh ho, he knew where he'd find his blonde whore. He stormed from the room just as he met Rob in the hallway. "What are you doing here? Thought you were in L.A.?"
Rob gave a light laugh. "I decided two well-deserved days off were in order."
"Well, I got news for you," Nikki snarled, coming to a full stop.
Rob curiously gazed at the bathrobe. Wait a second, he gave that to Robin as a... "What the hell is going on?" he sputtered.
"What do you think is going on?" Nikki roared while he tossed the robe at Rob. "Vin isn't in the room... I hope you have a spare key!"
"Yes. I retrieved one at the front desk," Rob spat out. He began striding down the hall, making a beeline for room 2203. "If...if...if..." Christ, his anger was so great he couldn't even speak.
Nikki grabbed the key and pivoted, facing the door. His face contorted with disgust when drinking in the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. Oh yeah, he knew why the two blonde whores didn't want any interruptions. To hell with the key and he drew back his leg, kicking the door open.
They both gasped, watching Robin rut between Vince's legs. All they could see was smooth, tight asses.
The blondes both gasped in disbelief, sputtering while they drew the sheets over their slim bodies, fear and shock filling their eyes. Uh oh.
All anger vanished as Rob and Nikki stepped forward, both groaning, gazing at the pretty blondes in the bed, tight bodies slick with sweat, silken hair mussed and pouty lips bruised from intense kisses.
"Well, well, well. I see some punishment is in order," Rob said with amusement. He glanced at Nikki. Hell yeah, he was totally turned on by this all. Christ, his dick was already rock hard.
Nikki smirked and he gave his crotch a pat, damn thankful all it took was seeing his sassy blonde getting that nice ass fucked to bring his sleeping dick awake. "Ooh yeah, I know what you're talking about, and I got the perfect punishment for these two naughty boys."
Robin and Vince quickly backed up until they slammed against the headboard, frantically clutching each other. Oh God, they were in big trouble. And what punishment?
Nikki kicked the door shut with his boot, rubbing his palms gleefully together while giving a malicious laugh.
And the 'Do Not Disturb' sign swung back and forth. Now that two macho tops were present, ready to sexually punish their pretty bottoms, of course there wouldn't be any disturbances.
**THE END**
BLONDE ON BLONDE
February 16, 1986
London, England
A Russian Restaurant
So far the Crue had played two shows with Cheap Trick who were billed as their special guests for the UK Tour. Both nights, Robin and Vince had stood to the side of the stage and watched each other perform. Since Nikki Sixx was in another heroin-induced state, and Rob Halford was in L.A. mixing Turbo with Judas Priest, they couldn't have asked for a better opportunity. After all, they'd been with their significant others since '79 and '81. And they missed being on top, ached to feel the release that sucked the cum from their dicks when deeply pumping inside warm, snug flesh.
Vince ignored Nikki who 'nodded' off beside him. And he didn't pay any mind to Rick Nielsen, Bun E. Carlos, John Brant, Mick Mars, Tommy Lee or Roger Taylor. Instead, he slyly smiled, taking another sip from his margarita, pinning his gaze directly across the table at Robin. Yeah, the chemistry was rather potent. He could literally smell the sexual tension lingering in the air - a musky sorta essence that rises up just before foreplay, when one's heart is pounding with anticipation, the flesh slick with sweat, and the pubic hair's moist with arousal.
He couldn't resist. The longer he gazed into Robin's sleepy, brown eyes, the more his crotch burned with raw heat. So he kicked off his boot and he slid his fingers over his groin, giving his cock a rub while he placed his foot on Robin's chair. Nice. Those thighs were splayed and he inched his foot upwards until he was between Robin's legs. A rub as he ran his toes along the flaccid shaft that was slowly hardening in length and width.
Robin took another drag off his cigarette. He placed his fingers on Vince's foot, rather enjoying how the thin material of the sock was damp with perspiration. His brow was arched when he guided Vince's foot over his erection, even gave those toes a squeeze. And he slipped off his own shoe, eager to play the game while he inched his foot on Vince's chair, burying his toes into the warm crotch. He caressed the tight set and then traced the outline of the hard cock, smiling since the leather material was smooth and slick. Mmm, he liked Vinnie's scantily clad outfits: flimsy, torn t-shirt, skin-tight pants sitting rather low on the lean hips, and the way that body was made to wear next-to-nothing. Always, he dressed like a gentleman in three-piece suits and he longed to unearth what it would be like to sleep with such a sassy whore.
As for Vince, well, he was drawn to The Zan Man because he liked Robin's ethereal beauty: prominent chin with the deep cleft, the flaxen locks whispering against the high cheekbones and the gallant vibes The Man of a Thousand Voices gave off. Ooh, he wanted to know exactly what lurked under the suit, tie, vest and pants.
Two pretty boys.
Vince reached into Nikki's breast-pocket and withdrew the spare key; the very key required to unlock the door to their hotel room. He slid his arm under the table and smirked since Robin met him half-way, lacing those long, delicate fingers around his. The key switched hands.
***
Robin hurried down the hall. His hair was freshly washed and blown dry, and the scent of cologne lingered on his chest. He only wore a black robe and was barefoot. Well, clothing wasn't a necessity. He reached into his pocket, withdrawing the key. His fingers locked around the handle and he gave the door a push. Slowly, he poked his head in the room, smiling since Nikki seemed to be somewhere on planet Mars.
Vince was spread out on the couch, propped up on his elbow, wearing nothing but his bare flesh, his lightly tanned skin giving off a bronze glow under the subtle lighting. "Don't worry about him," he casually stated in his sassy voice, meaning Nikki. "He just shot up again. We won't hear a peep from him all night.
"Now get the fuck outta that robe. It's been over a damn month since I last got laid."
"A month," Robin gasped in disbelief while he unfastened the cotton belt, letting the robe drop open.
Vince's eyes ran up and down the slim body, zeroing in on the thatch of flaxen hair that surrounded the flaccid manhood. Nice. "Real blonde, hey?"
"I do get it highlighted," Robin admitted as he threw the robe over a chair. "I see you're a true brunette. But you wear blonde rather well."
Vince snickered. "And I see you're built to be a top. That's a big dick. Bigger than Nik's."
"About time someone appreciated my cock," Robin teased while he sauntered across the room and planted his slim buttocks on the coffee table. "Rob tends to forget I do have other body parts that require pleasure, besides my ass."
"Then let me show you how someone can appreciate every inch of skin," Vince purred, sitting up.
Robin placed his hands on the table, spreading his thighs as Vince nestled between his legs. He gazed down at the shock of platinum-blonde hair. Couldn't resist and he ran his fingers through the silky locks. Warm breath fanned the tip of his dick and he gave a soft growl of anticipation. Yes, it was about time someone saw him as a real man. He was sick and tired of being handled with care, treated like fragile glass and nothing more.
He moaned when the lips sucked the head of his cock into that wet mouth. The tongue lapped at the tip, even tried to wiggle into his slight slit. Too excited and he began working his hips, thrusting his shaft deep into the hot mouth.
Vince gladly took the full erection while his hand ran along Robin's thigh. He gave a satisfied groan since the feet were placed on the cushions of the couch and that tight hole was all his for the taking. Oh yeah, it'd been years since he fingered ass. Hell, fingered anything. He rubbed the moist crack, inhaling deeply since he loved Robin's sexual scent, so damn musky. In went his finger and he watched the flesh give way, the snug hole drawing it up inside, which caused his own dick to throb when the warm, soft skin surrounded his finger. His mouth went to Robin's set and he nibbled on the sack, licking at the balls. He inserted another finger, and another - had three up that hole now. He began to pump, letting the moist flesh tease his insides since being in this man felt so damn good.
Ooh, and that smooth ass was bouncing on the table, moving up and then slamming down on his fingers. He traced his tongue up Robin's shaft, sucking the cock back between his lips while he gazed at the tight hole fucking his fingers. Christ, his own dick needed some action.
"On the table. Lay out."
Robin groaned, obeying Vince's command and he pressed his back against the cool, wooden surface. His lids flickered when he watched the platinum blonde slip those slim legs on either side of him. Hmm, nice view. All he could see was Vin's ass. Yeah, ass. Christ, it'd been eons since he ate something besides food. He spread those cheeks wide, giving an ooh when he stared at the snug hole that was waiting to resemble a deep O by the time he finished. Darn rights he'd stretch this tight portal with not only his fingers and tongue, but his dick. And like hell he'd wait.
He buried his face into Vince's buttocks, his tongue snaking out while he traced the crack with the tip. Such a nice taste, exactly how he expected a blonde to taste. Hmm, so this is what lingered on Rob's buds when eating his ass. Hell, his tongue wasn't enough. He ran his fingers up and down the fine line between Vin's cheeks. Now he knew why good ole Colonel Sanders cooked up the slogan: finger lickin' good. And he did just that: placed his fingers into his mouth, lapping up Vin's essence. And Motley's singer was getting rather busy up there since his cock was being sucked into that wet mouth and a thumb wiggled up his hole. Good ole '69, just feast on ass and cock. Yum. But he couldn't be forgetting Vin's dick and he began to jerk the shaft as he slid his tongue up the snug portal.
Holy shit, nothing prepared him for this. Fuck, was the inner flesh ever soft, damn silky and he rolled his tongue in a circular motion, eagerly exploring every inch of Vin's hole. Actually, his face was almost being crushed since Vince was bouncing and gyrating all over his mouth. So he wiggled his tongue and he couldn't help but chuckle when that smooth ass slammed back down on his lips. So he slipped his tongue out and forced Vin's dick back slightly, locking his lips around the shaft as he began sucking. Then he poked three fingers up that portal and roughly thrust in and out. Damn, he was having so much fun exploring Vin, he could barely concentrate on the tongue licking his ass and the delicate hand jerking his dick.
Vince also chuckled. It'd been too long. He nibbled at Robin's balls and let his saliva trail down the crack. Then he gave the taint a slow rub. A smirk since Robin was writhing underneath him. He stole a peek at Nikki who gazed off into la-la land. Hehe, awesome, the bugger was still out of it.
"C'mon. We got all night. Let's fuck," he urged, sitting up while he rested on his thighs so he wouldn't sink his full weight on Robin. This wasn't his boyfriend, after all, and he'd squash The Zan Man. He stood, holding out his hands in a playful manner.
Robin got off the table and locked his fingers around Vince's as they hurried to the bed, both diving into the plush sheets while laughing. They sat on their thighs, staring at each other. Then their laughter ceased when their mouths met, lips moulding together as they tasted their own scents. Just kissing, that's all they did for a spell, which grew with intensity while the heat in their slim bodies rose an octave higher from their excitement.
"Who gets to go first?" Robin asked, nibbling on Vin's lobe.
"I wanna..."
"I'm older," Robin chided. "Respect your elders."
For once Vin didn't protest since he wanted that big dick so bad. God, he couldn't believe The Zan Man's cock rivalled Tommy's. And T-bone stood at least eight to ten inches taller than Robin. So he sank back on his elbows and cast Robin a wicked smile while he raised his legs in the air and spread out in a V. "Go to it."
Vince sighed when Robin's lips melted against his. He could feel the tip of the cock pressing between his cheeks. So close to being breeched. Then the head pushed into him and he held Robin's stare, marvelling at the expression on the angelic face. Oh yeah, he wanted to make The Zan Man feel so good. He squeezed his buttocks and he gasped when that cock had to fiercely thrust to fully penetrate him. His head fell back when the shaft glided straight up his hole. Damn filled.
Then came the pumping, his snug inner-flesh being splayed to accommodate the thick erection. Pain yet pleasure. Ooh, he'd probably even be a bit bruised. And he liked that. The fuck was rather sensual, but in the same breath a bit rough, most likely due to Robin's excitement.
Hmm, the full weight was sinking on his chest and Vince pressed his lips against Robin's, savoring the deep thrusts up his ass. He liked how the hips were slowly gyrating and he had no choice but to fall back into the sheets while he cupped those wiggling cheeks with his hands. Perfect. He wanted to feel Robin's every movement, touch the very object that was feeding his hole with cock. And The Zan Man had such a nice ass, so smooth, not the least bit hairy like Nikki's.
Shoot, who needed a top when a bottom was so much prettier? Actually, he couldn't contain himself and he inserted two fingers between Robin's buttocks. God, he was itching to sink his erection into that tight hole. "Turns," he panted. "Let's take turns till we cum."
Sure enough, Robin gave a nod of agreement.
Vince grinned. So thoughtful and polite was the flaxen blonde. Best fuck he ever had.
Robin withdrew and he got on his haunches.
Vince arched his brow when he watched his cock disappear between those cheeks. In went his tip and then his shaft. He held up his hand, motioning for Robin to refrain from bouncing since he wanted to just revel in the moment. Yeah, 'bout damn time his dick was where it should be: buried in warm, silken flesh. He began moving in a languid rhythm and drew his arms around the slight waist, which set Robin against his chest as he began exploring the plush lips with his tongue. Screw and kiss, his fave pastime. Ooh and they had seven more shows with the Tricksters! He made a mental note to buy Nikki more balloons of heroin so his boyfriend would be outta their hair. Thank goodness Rob was tied up in the States. Hell, maybe he'd dump Nikki? Why be just a bottom when a pretty blonde was on his chest, one he could fuck and who'd fuck him?
While he kept pumping, he searched out the delicate neck, drawing the skin into his mouth and he nibbled, itching to mark this beauty as his own. He liked how Robin obliged, throwing that pretty head back so he'd have full access. And the more that tight hole teased his cock, his ruts grew quicker and rougher. The nice ass was pushing against his dick, Robin gladly fucking along with him. He couldn't resist and he laced his fingers around the erection that oozed pre-cum, the sticky seed dripping along his stomach.
Damn, his skin felt on fire, so fevered from pumping between Robin's cheeks. He could literally taste the waves of euphoria that called to him. Close. The intense heat was present in Robin's eyes and arched back. He let go of The Zan Man as the flaxen blonde sat up, bouncing up and down on his dick. He kept jerking while watching Robin.
Building. Building. The explosive roar was tearing through him. He drew Robin tightly against him, rolling over and he shuddered, panting for air as the ecstatic pleasure literally crushed him. Cum splattered all over his taut tummy while Robin's moans and gasps filled his ears.
They lay still, hearts still furiously pounding, each giving soft groans, savoring the orgasm. Rather spent.
"All night," Vince whispered. "Let's go. Nik'll come around soon."
***
They hurried down the hall, both chuckling, adorned in Nikki's robe. Yeah, they were still laced together, the belt easily accommodating their slim waists. Robin inserted the key in the lock and they entered his room.
Vince kept kissing the nape of Robin's neck since he spooned the flaxen blonde. Before closing the door, he flipped over the 'Please Clean Room' sign and hoped the maid would adhere to the 'Do Not Disturb' message.
It was Robin's turn to fuck and he could hardly wait to have his butthole filled with The Zan Man's cum.
***
Nikki rubbed his nose, thankful the cocaine roused him from his sleepy stupor. He held the robe in his hand, knowing darn well the cotton garment didn't belong to Vince since his babe only wore silk. And two words were inscribed on the tag in italics: /Robin Zander/.
Oh ho, he knew where he'd find his blonde whore. He stormed from the room just as he met Rob in the hallway. "What are you doing here? Thought you were in L.A.?"
Rob gave a light laugh. "I decided two well-deserved days off were in order."
"Well, I got news for you," Nikki snarled, coming to a full stop.
Rob curiously gazed at the bathrobe. Wait a second, he gave that to Robin as a... "What the hell is going on?" he sputtered.
"What do you think is going on?" Nikki roared while he tossed the robe at Rob. "Vin isn't in the room... I hope you have a spare key!"
"Yes. I retrieved one at the front desk," Rob spat out. He began striding down the hall, making a beeline for room 2203. "If...if...if..." Christ, his anger was so great he couldn't even speak.
Nikki grabbed the key and pivoted, facing the door. His face contorted with disgust when drinking in the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. Oh yeah, he knew why the two blonde whores didn't want any interruptions. To hell with the key and he drew back his leg, kicking the door open.
They both gasped, watching Robin rut between Vince's legs. All they could see was smooth, tight asses.
The blondes both gasped in disbelief, sputtering while they drew the sheets over their slim bodies, fear and shock filling their eyes. Uh oh.
All anger vanished as Rob and Nikki stepped forward, both groaning, gazing at the pretty blondes in the bed, tight bodies slick with sweat, silken hair mussed and pouty lips bruised from intense kisses.
"Well, well, well. I see some punishment is in order," Rob said with amusement. He glanced at Nikki. Hell yeah, he was totally turned on by this all. Christ, his dick was already rock hard.
Nikki smirked and he gave his crotch a pat, damn thankful all it took was seeing his sassy blonde getting that nice ass fucked to bring his sleeping dick awake. "Ooh yeah, I know what you're talking about, and I got the perfect punishment for these two naughty boys."
Robin and Vince quickly backed up until they slammed against the headboard, frantically clutching each other. Oh God, they were in big trouble. And what punishment?
Nikki kicked the door shut with his boot, rubbing his palms gleefully together while giving a malicious laugh.
And the 'Do Not Disturb' sign swung back and forth. Now that two macho tops were present, ready to sexually punish their pretty bottoms, of course there wouldn't be any disturbances.
**THE END**
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