After many uneventful trips the the States, we were moved to the South African destinations. A pleasant change, we hoped, but not without some trepidation. We didn't know how a mixed race couple would go down in a country known for its racism. We decided to take a room at the airport hotel to be on the safe side.
The receptionist, a young man in his 20s, made Ansel look like an albino. Smartly dressed, in a waistcoat and bow tie, Koti had tight, curly hair and dimples. At 5'10", he made a handsome figure. Luckily, he didn't bat an eyelid, when we checked in, asking for a room with a double bed. It made us relax, at least for the evening. The room, on the ninth floor, had spectacular views across the city, but for the moment, we were tired after the long flight. A quick shower, and into bed for a nap. I woke at 8pm, hungry, having hardly eaten all day. I kissed Ansel awake, and we ordered a meal from room service. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and a waiter came in with our food. He just smiled at the two of us and asked if there would be anything else, with a cheeky grin. Tinto was also black as the ace of spades, with a thick accent. He filled his Chino shorts very nicely. I asked candidly, if he was interested in coming back later, giving my groin a pat. "I'm straight, but I expect Koti would be interested, he finishes at 10.30. Shall I ask him for you?" We didn't need to respond. We showered again, and I douched, possibly more in hope than expectation. then cuddled and waited.
Our bedside phone rang, it was Koti, asking if it was okay for him to come up. Obviously, we said we couldn't wait, and left the door on the latch. Koti came in, still wearing his smart uniform, and did a slow striptease for us. By the time he was in his loose boxers, his fat trouser snake was through the fly hole. I patted the duvet and invited him to join us. He slid up from the bottom of the bed, sucking on our cocks when he got to them, then on up, kissing and licking our bodies, until he was level with us, and we had a three way snog. I decided to go down on him, and worked my way down his body, reciprocating what he'd done to us. When I got to his cock, I pulled his boxers off, so that I could feast on his fat knob and bollocks.
Easing back up the bed, I found myself in a three way kiss again, then Koti turned away from me and backed onto my erection, and I realised he wanted me to top him I was too turned on to refuse. He pushed back harder and I entered him. Nature took over, and I found myself pumping into him, rather wishing the roles were reversed. After a while, he pulled off me, turned round, and impaled himself on Ansel. Koti and I kissed as Ansel banged away and bred him. Then he turned back to me. This time I slipped in easily on Ansel's cum, and had the confidence to finish what I started. Ansel tossed Koti, making him splash over Ansel's hand. After much huffing and puffing, I blew my load. I'd forgotten how much work goes into topping, it had been so long. I gave him a towel to clean himself, and then he was on his way, thanking us, and asking if he could come back in the morning. After about two seconds thought, we agreed, but only if I could watch him with Ansel.
It was 8am, and we were barely out of the bathroom, when he knocked on the door. Knowing it was him, I answered the door naked. He kissed me and gave my knob a playful tug. Ansel was back in bed with a hard on, I sat in an armchair as they made out. Koti sat on Ansel and rode him, arching his back and tossing for all he was worth, firing his spunk over my boyfriend. Ansel turned him over, still inside, lifted his legs up, and fucked him hard. For effect, he pulled out, shuffled up, and sent his jism over Koti's face. I hadn't even noticed I'd been wanking until I was ready to cum, so I walked over to the bed, and gave Koti my load as well.
Back to the airport, back to Gatwick, and a biting wind with snow in the air. Never mind, we checked out and headed home, with a couple of days off, we laid in bed, listening to the awful weather and making love.
We still had the Brighton boys up when we are both free. We also had Sam, the baggage handler, and Will and James, who looked us up now and then. Somehow, it seemed that whenever we were not working. our lives were filled with love making.
And that's it really, two guys in love, who love sharing their love around.
