“Hey,” he grinned, posing in my window like some sort of over-sized Peter Pan.
“How..how did you get up here?” I gasped, “In your underwear at that…”
“I was a monkey in my past life.”
My eyes roved over his trim body and heavy bulge in his pants. I’m a rather famous actor in the ‘States and came down here for vacation and to study for my new role. Met this young thing in a cafe and he showed me around… well, that ended up with us making out behind a temple. He had no idea who I was and I wanted to take him to bed so badly, but someone had tipped off the paparazzi and they were crawling around the hotel like roaches. I hadn’t been able to focus since I sent him away, still hard and whimpering. 
“Where are your clothes?” I laughed.
“I didn’t want to tear them climbing up here, so they’re in a locker… the beach isn’t far, no one bats an eye here.”
I tossed my book on the nightstand and walked over to where he was standing in the window. I ran my palms over his thighs, then licked his soft shaft through the cotton. “Ay yai…” he groaned. That was it. He was mine. I slipped a hand under the garment and grabbed him by the cock, pulling him of the ledge so he stumbled with a yelp into my hotel apartment, “You won.” I said, “Now get into my bed, I’m going to teach you how Americans fuck.”