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From One Way Of Life To Another - 2
By Mr Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

***

A straight married man's life slowly changes and, with 
it, his old prejudices. (MM, 1st-bi-expr, oral, anal)

***

Part 2: Welcome to the club

We met on the company stand: I was relieved that I 
didn't feel awkward. Matt was relaxed and looked 
genuinely happy. We were busy and the time passed 
quickly; together we grabbed a sandwich mid-afternoon 
and stood outside on the observation platform and ate 
them. We hardly spoke, clearly both of us comfortable 
with the silence.

As we turned to go back in, Matt asked, 'Still OK for 
this evening?'

I hesitated. 'No pressure,' he grinned.

'I'd like to Matt,' I said quietly, 'this is all new to 
me remember.'

'I know,' he replied. 'Don't worry; I'll be gentle with 
you.' He smiled widely as he said it, looking directly 
into my eyes.

I didn't know what to say, and before I'd gathered 
myself, he turned and headed for the entrance. I 
followed, my heart racing and my breath coming in 
ragged gasps. Is he serious? I asked myself.

The rest of the day seemed to pass incredibly slowly. I 
was nervous about what the evening might hold and yet 
Matthew was jovial and clearly enjoying himself. He was 
confident with customers and exuded charm; some women 
seemed drawn to him (in preference to me) and he openly 
flirted with them. I have to say, it slightly pissed me 
off!

Eventually the exhibition drew to the close of business 
for the day and people started to clear their stand so 
that the cleaning staff could make it ready for the 
next day. We had a final look around our stand and 
picked up our jackets to leave. Outside, the light was 
fast fading and I hesitated, waiting for some direction 
from Matt. Were we going to the club or what? Matthew 
solved the dilemma.

'Let's head for the hotel first and eat later.'

'Fine for me,' I replied and we set off.

Matt made light conversation as we walked. My replies 
were dilatory at best; I was nervous and the doubts 
were crowding in again. We paused outside one of those 
minute shops crammed to the ceiling with everything 
imaginable.

'Just a second,' said Matt as he dived in the place, 
emerging after a couple of minutes with a brown paper 
bag clutched in his hand.

'Vodka,' he said, 'and some other stuff.'

We reached the hotel and waited for the lift. It 
breathed to a halt and the doors opened revealing a 
fully mirrored interior. We were the only people to get 
in. Matt pressed the button for the 29th floor, the 
doors closed silently and the lift started to rise. 
Matt reached forward and gently gripped my forearm. 
'You can always say no David,' he said.

'I know,' was all I could muster.

The lift slowed to a halt and we exited onto the 29th 
floor. Matthew then put the decision squarely onto me. 
'I'm going to clean up' he said, 'come along later, if 
that's what you'd like'

With that, he turned and walked in the direction of his 
room. I turned and went to mine. Once there, I went 
straight to the mini-bar and took out a miniature 
vodka. I went back into the corridor with the ice 
bucket to get some ice from the machine a little way 
down from my room. The ice was in the form of round, 
torpedo shaped and around an inch long.

Wow, I thought, they've even got designer ice here. 
With the bucket I scooped out the ice and returned to 
my room. I half filled a glass with the ice and poured 
in all the vodka and, in one movement, swallowed half 
the ice cold liquid. Over the next five minutes I 
finished the lot. Feeling slightly more relaxed, I 
headed for the shower.

I stood for ages under the warm jet; the vodka worked 
its magic and I calmed down. I cut the shower and 
towelled myself dry, trying not to notice my full, 
half-hard, penis. To distract my gaze, I donned the 
bathrobe and then stood in front of the mirror and 
started to shave. As I did so, I decided not to go to 
Matt's room. I'd stay in my own. There, I'd made my 
decision!

When I'd finished shaving I felt that at least I ought 
to tell Matt that I'd not be coming to his room. I felt 
relaxed now and warm in the bathrobe though still 
conscious of my swollen penis. I poured a second vodka 
and sipped at it as I walked over to the 'phone. I 
dialled his room and waited while it connected. He 
picked it up after a couple of rings. I hesitated as 
there was a humming noise on the line which muted his 
voice slightly.

'Hello, Matt?' I asked.

'Yes,' he said, 'Hi David.'

'Hello,' I managed lamely, and then blurted out 'would 
you like some company?'

'Sure, come on over, the doors open.'

I put the 'phone down. What was I doing? I asked 
myself, and then, before I changed my mind, I pocketed 
the key card and went into the corridor barefoot, still 
wearing the bathrobe. I closed the door behind me and 
walked quickly in the direction of his room.

As he'd said, the door wasn't locked. It opened easily 
and I dropped the latch as I closed it behind me. The 
room was empty but I could hear the same humming sound 
as I'd heard on the 'phone. I moved towards the 
bathroom from where the noise was coming. The door was 
open. The room was lit by three candles stood on the 
ledge surrounding the large Jacuzzi in which sat Matt 
with water bubbling up around his chest. The running 
Jacuzzi explained the background noise I'd heard on the 
'phone. I stood there not knowing quite what to say. 
Matt solved my dilemma however.

'I've been expecting you,' he said with supreme 
confidence as he shifted to make more room in the tub, 
as if by invitation. 'I've already poured you a vodka.'

He smiled and looked at me but said nothing further, 
his wet chest glistening in the candle light. Without 
consciously doing so, I pulled the cord of my bathrobe 
so that it fell open and then shrugged it off each 
shoulder in turn. Matt looked briefly at my hardening 
penis and then back into my eyes. Leaving the bathrobe 
where it fell, I stepped towards the tub and, 
willingly, towards another way of life.

The water felt hot to my feet after the cool of the 
marble floor. As I gratefully slid into the bubbling 
water to hide my erection Matt shifted to make room. 
Once slightly less exposed, I relaxed a little. He 
handed me my drink and we touched glasses and then sat 
in the quiet for a while, the only noise being the hum 
of the pump feeding the tub. I relaxed further as the 
warmth calmed me down and my heart rate returned to 
somewhere near normal. Then, with impeccable timing, 
Matt shifted is right foot and ran it gently over my 
balls and along the length of my now hard cock. It felt 
good and I now knew I wanted whatever was going to 
happen, to happen.

Matt must have sensed my silent decision as he sat up 
and put his drink on the side of the tub and then 
leaned forward and took my glass and placed it next to 
his. He turned around to face me, I was already leaning 
towards him. Without any hesitation from either of us 
we slid towards each other into an embrace and kissed. 
There was no hesitation on my part; I wanted to kiss 
him and feel him responding. It was a lover's kiss, 
slow, and sensual, our tongues exploring each others 
mouths. 

We parted and then immediately kissed again, and then 
again. As we kissed for the fourth time, Matt moved his 
hand from the back of my head to take hold of my wrist 
and guided my hand to his hard cock. As I grasped it, 
he let go of my wrist and took hold of my cock, now 
equally as hard. We kissed again, each slowly stroking 
the others erection.

Mat pulled away and moved slightly back, letting go of 
me and causing me to (reluctantly) release his 
wonderful cock.

'Lean back David,' he said quietly, and pushed me 
gently back to that I was leaning against the sloping 
side of the tub.

'Let me help you with that,' he said, glancing down at 
the head of my cock which now stood clear of the water.

He reached for the small shower head on a flexible hose 
on the wall by the tub. He pressed the valve and 
sprayed the warm water over my cock. It felt rather 
erotic and I watched as the soap bubbles ran down my 
shaft. I sure that as I watched, my cock grew harder 
and thicker; it almost bordered on the painful. Matt 
stopped the shower and placed it back on its hook. 

Then he placed a hand under my arse and gently lifted 
me so that my cock and balls floated clear of the 
water; as he lifted me, I felt his legs slide under me 
as he moved closer. I lay there resting on his splayed 
legs with my aching cock standing vertically and 
willing him to touch it. He looked briefly into my eyes 
and then slowly moved his head down and, in one fluid 
movement, took my rigid cock into his mouth.

The warmth of his mouth closing around my shaft was 
wonderful and I tensed my cock muscle to express some 
precum. I felt it ooze from me and, without any 
hesitation, he spread it around the head of my cock 
with his tongue. I lay there, willing myself not to 
cum; I wanted this to last for a long time. He was 
expert at this. Up until now, my wife had been the 
world's best at a blow-job. 

He was equally as good, teasing me with his tongue and 
then following his hand sliding down my cock with his 
hot mouth. Then, without any warning, he raised the 
game by effortlessly sliding a finger into my arse. I 
didn't have time to tense myself and it slid in 
effortlessly. To my surprise, it felt good, in fact, 
very good indeed. I even felt myself unconsciously 
pushing down onto his finger to get it in deeper.

Matthew continued to slowly slide his mouth and hand up 
and down the length of my cock. Now, however, he 
matched the rhythm with his finger sliding in and out 
of my arse. At the end of each push in, he would 
briefly massage a magic place inside me and (it felt 
like) behind by cock. After a few times, I felt as if I 
was going to piss. He must have sensed this as he 
lifted his mouth from by aching cock and looked up at 
me.

'Let it go,' he said, 'it's not what you think it is,' 
and then lowered his mouth to my cock.

I struggled with the feeling but it just overwhelmed 
me. As if on cue, Matt lifted it head as I let go a 
stream of white liquid. It wasn't cum, it was too thin; 
it flowed from me and felt pleasurable but not with the 
intensity of cumming. The jet ceased after a few 
seconds. Matt lifted his head again to look at me.

'See,' he said, what did I tell you?'

I said nothing as he lowered his head to my cock again. 
He now increased the tempo of his sucking. His finger 
was now as deep inside me as it could go (and I was 
pushing down on it with enthusiasm) and he continued to 
stimulate that place inside me I didn't know I had. It 
felt so good that I started to lose any sort of control 
I might have had.

'Matt!' I gasped. It was going to happen, very 
suddenly.

I tried to pull away but he followed my movement 
keeping my cock in his mouth and his finger working 
furiously inside me. I didn't struggle any longer. A 
feeling like I had never known started to erupt inside 
of me. It bubbled rapidly and seemed to roar upwards 
into the base of my cock. My wife, expert as she is, 
never let me cum in her mouth, Matt clearly felt 
differently. As it became apparent that he wasn't going 
to pull away, I grabbed his hair to make sure he 
couldn't, even if he changed his mind. My cock erupted.

The feeling was intense. My whole body shivered as a 
wave of feeling engulfed my lower area. I felt the rush 
of cum coursing up my shaft and leave me in a burst of 
feeling as the eye of my penis expanded to cope with 
the flow of it. I thrust forwards to get deeper into 
Matt's mouth and I felt his teeth bite into by flesh to 
hold me back. There was a brief lull, and then I 
started to cum in waves. It was so good it was painful. 
I called out I know not what, only that was the only 
way I could release the intense sensation of cumming so 
hard. 

I could hear my own grunts as if from outside of my 
body as waves of pleasure engulfed me. With each spasm, 
my arse clamped down hard on his finger buried within 
me. The sensation of my arse not being able to contract 
fully intensified the feeling.

Gradually the sensations subsided and I felt myself 
drift slightly, almost as if in a faint. The spasms 
quietened and then stopped. I relaxed completely, 
falling back against the back of the tub. Somewhere in 
the distance, as I closed my eyes, I felt my cock 
soften slightly and then fall from Matt's mouth. I was 
dimly aware of his finger sliding out of my arse. With 
my mind completely blank I drifted to another place.

I was conscious of a changing light behind my closed 
eyelids. I half-opened them and tried to focus on what 
it was in front of my face. It was Matthew. He was 
looking down at me, our faces only a couple of inches 
apart. I sensed him move towards me and reacted as he 
knew I would and yet I wouldn't have expected of 
myself. As our lips drew close, we parted them and cum 
flowed from his mouth into and around mine. 

Our lips met then and we exchanged my cum back and 
forth together. He spread it with his lips around my 
mouth and then licked it off again. I sucked greedily 
on his mouth revelling in the taste of something I'd 
always disliked the scent of and now couldn't get 
enough of. We slowed after a while and then Matt pulled 
away; he took hold of my half-hard penis and pulled on 
it to milk out a final drop of cum. He deftly took the 
drop on the end of his middle finger and offered it to 
my mouth. 

I willing parted my lips and, in a very sexy fashion, 
he slipped it into my mouth. I gently sucked it, 
tasting my cum. He withdrew his finger and then moved 
away to lean against the far edge of the tub. He didn't 
say a word; but I knew with certainty what was expected 
of me and what I would willingly give myself to.

I held eye contact with him as I eased myself off the 
bottom of the tub and retained eye contact as long as I 
comfortably could as I turned to face away from him. 
Pushing the candle aside I lay along the gently sloping 
end of the tub with my soapy arse clear of the water 
and with my torso along the flat ledge. The marble 
ledge felt cold to my hot skin. Matthew stirred behind 
me and I sensed him close to me. His hand rested on my 
left shoulder and then he reached beyond me to pick up 
a small bottle of liquid.

'Lube,' he said by way of explanation. And then, 'I 
knew you would come here tonight.'

I heard him undo the cap and then silence for a short 
while. I sensed, rather than felt, a warm trickle over 
both cheeks of my arse. The bottle reappeared in my 
peripheral vision as he placed it back on the marble. I 
tensed, but needn't have been apprehensive, as he 
placed his hands on each cheek of my arse. He began to 
massage the warm oil over my arse, first over the 
cheeks and then, almost casually, between them. It felt 
strangely erotic, having his hands sliding all over my 
arse. 

He reached across for the bottle again and re-
lubricated my cheeks but this time pulling them 
slightly apart so that some ran down my crack; I liked 
the sensation of it running across the opening of my 
anus.

'One finger,' he said. I tensed slightly.

'Relax David.'

I did, and felt his finger push gently against my arse 
and then slightly into it. I waited and relaxed a 
little more. His finger slid smoothly in as I pushed 
back against it. It felt as good as the earlier time. 
He slowly moved his finger in and out of me for a 
while, pausing only to re-lubricate it. Gradually, I 
relaxed and then moved rhythmically back and forth 
against his finger. He stopped and poured more lube 
between the crack of my arse.

'Two fingers,' he said quietly.

I concentrated hard not to clamp my anus shut. Matthew 
first probed me with one finger and then I felt a 
second one alongside the first pushing against my now 
willing opening. He probed me gently and then I took 
the initiative and pushed back against his exploring 
fingers. Matt reacted by pushing slightly harder, my 
arse opened and his fingers slid easily inside me.

My first thought was how could I take anything larger? 
I felt filled to bursting at the same time as feeling 
turned on by his intimate intrusion into my body. He 
worked his fingers in and out of me and I gradually 
relaxed into a state of pleasure. He twice more 
lubricated me; on the second time I couldn't wait for 
him to invade my arse again. With his honed instinct, 
he must have sensed my lust. I sensed him shift his 
position and then felt his tongue flicking across the 
back of my neck.

'Now for the real thing, David,' he whispered.

He shifted behind me, his arms moving into my vision as 
he placed a hand each side of my shoulders. He kissed 
the back of my neck again, but this time I felt his 
rigid cock against my arse. He moved back and forth so 
that his prick ran up and down the cleft of my arse, 
getting deeper in with each movement. After a few 
strokes, he stopped moving as the head of his cock 
eventually came to rest against my lubricated opening. 
We both stayed still and silent; me waiting for the 
inevitable and he (I'm guessing here) savouring the 
moment he was about to take my virginity. Almost 
imperceptively, his cock started to probe my opening. 
His cock felt ten times the size of his two fingers; I 
immediately tensed. He pulled away.

'Shall we stop this now David?' he asked kindly.

Here was my chance to stop this now. There was no 
pressure to cross the threshold into something I had 
always thought of with distaste.

'No.' I said. 'No,' I repeated, and then, 'please, I 
don't want you to stop.'

As I spoke I moved back until I felt his cock against 
my arse again.

I slowly moved back to lie across the marble edge. 
Matthew moved with me so that we didn't lose contact. 
As I came to rest on the edge he followed through, 
causing the head of his cock to enter my arse. 

We paused, both holding our position for a few seconds; 
he pressed harder against me and then stopped. 
Wordlessly, we knew how to cope with this. He kept his 
cock hard against me and I concentrated on relaxing. As 
I did, I felt myself loosen and his cock slide a little 
further into me. He was still for a while and then 
pulled completely out of me and reached across for the 
bottle of lube. I felt it poured over and slightly into 
my arse. I also heard him stroking his cock as he 
presumably lubricated it too.

The pump of the tub hummed quietly. I held my breath 
and myself still. He placed the bottle back on the 
side, his cock brushing across my arse as he did so. 
His hands returned to either side of my shoulders and 
then I felt his cock against my opening again. This 
time it was much easier. He slid into me as far as he 
had done before and then stopped as the thick part of 
his cock met my involuntarily contracting arse muscle. 
We both paused; he keeping up the force against me as I 
fought to relax my opening. 

As before, the combined patience of us both won and my 
opening relaxed slightly. He slid in and I tried to 
stay calm and eventually the muscle relaxed to let the 
thick part of his cock into me as I relaxed and he 
moved a little more inside me. And then he took the 
initiative. As I relaxed he pushed against me and slid 
the whole of cock into me without any further 
hesitation. My arse clamped shut but all that succeeded 
in doing was to draw the thinner part of his cock into 
me.

'Ahh,' I gasped as he bored into me.

I stayed stock still as I felt his stomach against my 
arse and I got used to the feeling of his intruding 
cock. It was half painful and half pleasurable, if that 
is possible. We were both still for a while and then 
Matt pulled half out of me, hesitated, and then slowly 
back into me. He did this twice more and I stopped 
tightening up as his cock slid back, and deeper, into 
me. 

He pulled away and then out of me completely, but only 
to reach for the lube again. I felt its warmth run 
across and into my opening. He placed the lube down 
again and, in one smooth movement, pushed his lovely 
cock fully into me. I was pleasantly surprised how good 
it felt; there was little discomfort now.

With slow deliberate strokes, he began to rhythmically 
fuck my willing arse. The water from the tub splashed 
around me and over the side as his movement created 
waves. He once stopped for more lube and I found myself 
raising my open arse to receive the warm liquid. Every 
time he did this I pushed hungrily back onto his cock 
as he replaced the bottle. I could feel that my opening 
was gaping when he came out of me to lube again and I 
couldn't wait for him to fill it. Now as he re-entered 
me, he did it in one confident movement and buried 
himself up to the root of his cock. I was hooked.

His rhythm picked up now, pushing in quicker and a 
little more forcibly. I was now matching his stokes, 
pushing back onto his advancing cock. After a while, he 
slowed and then pulled out of me. He reached for the 
lube again. This time, he inserted the nozzle in my 
arse and squeezed hard; I felt the lube rush into me. 
He placed the bottle back and then put his hands on my 
shoulders. He paused and I waited.

Gently but with a hint of firmness he pressed me onto 
the marble. I lay there watching the candle guttering 
on the side. With his hands now firmly holding me down, 
he entered me with practiced ease. He did a couple of 
slow strokes which spread the lube. Then he paused. 
Without any warning, he thrust hard into me. I gasped 
more in surprise than pain. He drew out, paused and 
rammed into me again, moving my half-floating body as 
he did so. Holding me down with his hands, he started 
to fuck me, and fuck me hard.

I couldn't have stopped him even if I had wanted to. 
Water went everywhere, even swamping one of the 
candles. In the dim and flickering light, he hammered 
into me, his fingers biting into my shoulders as he 
countered his own movement by pulling me against his 
thrusts. The sensation was so strange; I could feel his 
shaft drive past the point he'd fingered earlier, 
sending strange sensations down my cock. 

I even, I think, did a weak cum but couldn't really 
tell as most of my feelings were centred on his 
pounding cock. Gradually, his strokes started to get 
faster and shorter and his breathing harder. He rapidly 
increased his rhythm and then with a gasp, rammed deep 
into me one more and stopped.

I felt his cock swell inside me and then heard a 
strangled cry as he pulled me hard against him. I felt 
a flood of warmth inside me and then another but this 
time could feel a force behind it, and then another as 
he came inside me. I could now feel jets of it hitting 
the walls of my arse and forcing its way past his cock. 
With each spasm, Matt pushed hard against me and 
gasped. Slowly he subsided but continued to press 
against me, still holding me down by my shoulders. 

Eventually he stopped cumming and moved his hands from 
my shoulders but neither of us moved. I was content to 
lay there with his softening penis inside me and he 
seemed to feel the same. There was no need to say 
anything. His breathing quietened and I felt some of 
the tension go from his body. As we lay there I felt my 
used arse closing around his shrinking penis until it 
squeezed it out. He moved away from me and I rolled 
over to face him. He was sat a little way from me as I 
sat and we moved closer to each other. We looked at 
each other. Matt reached for my head, drew me to him 
and kissed me softly. He pulled back to kook at me.

'Thank you,' was all he said, but with so much feeling 
that it said so much more.

I said nothing; I just sat there looking at him. He 
reached up and ran his wet fingers across the side of 
my face and along my lips. I kissed his fingers and he 
pushed one softly between my lips; I took it between my 
teeth and gently nipped it. He leaned forward again and 
kissed me. I responded and we mutually kissed for some 
time as lovers do after making love. I felt so good 
about what had taken place between us; I felt no guilt 
or doubt. I had crossed from one way of life to 
another.

I stayed with him that night. We slept the sleep of 
contentment together in his huge king-size bed and 
morning found us splayed across the sheets, our legs 
over each other. Matt nuzzled at my nipples and then 
ran his tongue down my chest and over my hardening 
cock. He teased me more a while until I took hold of 
his head and pushed my cock into his mouth. He sucked 
me for a while until I was hard as a rock; he pulled 
away and sat beside me and then took my right hand and 
guided it to my cock.

'You do it for me,' he said, 'while I watch.'

And I did, as I looked into his eyes. I spread my 
oozing precum over the head and shaft of my cock; I 
started masturbating for him. It didn't take me long; 
it was the eroticism of the moment. I came intensely 
and freely letting it squirt over my stomach and once a 
jet onto my chest. As my spasms subsided, my cum ran 
down across my hand and between my fingers.

'That looked good,' said Matt softly.

'It was' I replied and reached for the bedside tissues 
to clean my self up.

'Wait,' he said, 'there's more yet.'

I looked at him quizzically. He grinned and levered 
himself up and knelt between my parted legs, his 
swollen cock swinging like a heavy rope as he moved. 
Kneeling above my softened cock, he started to stroke 
his cock to a full hardness and then increased his 
strokes. Precum dripped from the eye of his penis, some 
he caught and spread over it and some he let fall onto 
me, joining the pools of my cum across my stomach. He 
looked down upon me as he masturbated; his strokes long 
and practiced. 

After a while his breathing quickened as did his 
rhythm. A small jet of cum heralded the arrival of his 
orgasm and he gasped out loud as the first jet left him 
and streaked across my stomach and chest; he milked his 
cock with each jerk of his hips and his cum poured out 
of him and onto me. It was an erotic sight and feeling 
and I felt my cock stir slightly.

When Matt had ceased to squirt any more, he stayed 
kneeling, looking down at me and then pointedly at our 
cum across my chest, stomach and cock, the unmistakable 
scent of it drifting between us. Matt leaned forward, 
putting his hands both side of my shoulders, and 
lowered his head within a few inches of my own. 

I lifted my head slightly in anticipation as he moved 
to kiss me. As we did, Matt lowered himself to lay on 
top of me and I put my arms around his back to pull him 
close to me. As we kissed he moved back and forth a 
little, sliding on the film of cum between us. Again, 
the scent of it wafted from between us. He lifted his 
head.

'How is your lovely tight virgin arse this morning,' he 
asked softly.

'Sore and no longer virginal,' I replied with a grin.

'Give it a day or so and it'll be fine,' he said.

'And then what?' I asked.

'I'll make it sore again.'

'Is that a promise?' I asked.

'Oh yes,' he replied, 'that's a promise.'

To be continued?

The author would be pleased to receive constructive 
feedback at mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk

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