Swiss Exchange - Sex Stories

Swiss Exchange

... boyfriend, Jeff Reynolds; and Christos Diakos's boyfriend, Kabr Zeidan, and the Frenchman, Alois Durand, would takes lessons on a beginner's slope from Ahmadi.

The Russian's two associates would stick with the supplier, buyer, and transporter during their negotiations in a third-floor meeting room.

It became suspiciously likely that Ahmadi had set everything up for his personal enjoyment and that he was a man on the prowl. He had corralled off the three young men he could be reasonably assured were there as the boytoys of men older than they were. Ahmadi was a randy hunk. They had their ski lesson, but later in the afternoon, all four of them found themselves in a Jacuzzi in the hotel's gym, wearing nothing more than skimpy Speedos, and Ahmadi was shopping for a sex partner--or two or three.

The Iranian was a god of man, and he hadn't been wrong about any of the three--Jeff Reynolds, Kabr Zeidan, or Jonas Koch--being approachable for sex. There was kissing and fondling and flirting in the Jacuzzi, and Ahmadi made a date for them to meet in the bar after dinner while the three principals in the arms negotiation were meeting. He'd gather up any of the other men who were interested there and there was a very nice suite they all could adjourn to from there to party.

All was moving along nicely as several of the men involved had planned.

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In addition to a safe meeting place for the underworld, the Hotel Riffleberg was known among the powerful and gay as a ...

... male brothel. It was there just for men and the men who went there knew precisely what sort of men went there. There was no question that the men going there could be had or were being had by other men. Guests could bring their own bedpartner; if they didn't bring their own, they knew that everyone on the hotel staff was a player and that there surely would be willing company available. There was a question of who was a top and who was a bottom, who was owned and to what extent, and what price, if any was involved. The question was not whether any other man encountered there was gay or not or a player or not. They all were. That made moving into intimacy as the men in the Jacuzzi did that afternoon easy and quick. They had sorted themselves out by eye contact, murmurs, and touching while on the ski slopes or earlier in the hotel.

The commanding Iranian ski instructor, Farzin Ahmadi, invited those he'd been instructing on the slopes, Alois Durand, Jeff Reynolds, Kabr Zeidan, and Jonas Koch, to join him in the Jacuzzi. All did so, except for the Frenchmen, Durand, who had been flirting with the Greek shipping magnate earlier and was funneled off to the bar and the Greek's suite before reaching the gym. The Greek's boyfriend, Kabr Zeidan, had flirted with the Italian skier, Matteo Caputo, earlier, and, although he entered the Jacuzzi, when the Italian came out of the business center and looked into the gym, their eyes met, and Zeidan left and went with Caputo. Similarly, Jeff ...