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From One Way Of Life To Another - 3
by Mr. BS (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

*** 

A straight married man's life slowly changes and, with 
it, his old prejudices. Part 3 of 5 parts. (MM, oral, 
anal)

***

Part Three

Matthew was right, the next day I felt fine. I had a 
free day and we'd agreed to meet at the close of the 
exhibition on the following day to go for a drink at 
the club. I was waiting for him in the foyer.

We walked to the club and went through the ritual of 
him signing me in before I was allowed up into the bar. 
We ascended the stairs and entered the welcome cool of 
the bar. We hardly paused as Matt ordered two beers 
from one of the barmen. He headed for the seating area 
with me following. As he sat down, he made eye contact 
with a couple of the men sat opposite, the same ones 
I'd seen on my previous visit. The nodded to him and he 
nodded back as if in some sort of understood code. Then 
the realisation dawned on me.

They knew.

I felt somewhat under scrutiny as we started to make 
polite conversation. I was a little nervous of my new 
(and quasi public) status; I felt much the same as a 
new girlfriend being introduced to the family. The men 
however were good conversationalists and put me at my 
ease. We talked of nothing in particular although I 
felt a little like I was being weighed up which made me 
cautious of not speaking out of turn or saying anything 
stupid to embarrass myself or Matthew in front of his 
friends. Then, Matt said something which probably 
answered their unspoken questions and, at the same 
time, confirmed my new status.

'We're heading back to the hotel now,' he said to our 
group and stood up ready to leave.

The men watched me with slight amusement as I stood up 
too, clearly taken by surprise.

'See you again soon.' he said and turned to walk away. 
I dumbly followed.

I went to head for the stairs but Matt had another 
idea.

'We'll use the lift' as he turned towards the closed 
doors and then pressed to call button. It must have 
been already at the floor as the doors opened 
immediately. He indicated me to enter and then followed 
me in. As we turned to face the doors, I saw another 
guy heading for the doors. Matt surprised me because he 
had clearly seen him but quickly jabbed the button to 
close the doors and then the button for the entrance 
lobby. I looked at him quizzically; his response was to 
grab me and roughly, and briefly, kiss me hard on the 
lips.

'Just wanted you on my own,' he said by way of 
explanation, and then, 'I'm going to fuck your brains 
out when we get back.'

I shivered both at the thought and at the way he'd 
taken charge of me. His demeanour had changed slightly 
too; there was an authoritarian hint which I hadn't 
seen before. I was both excited and nervous at the same 
time.

We exited the lift and walked into the street. Matt 
turned left and I meekly followed. He set a cracking 
pace, even in the heat of the evening, as we headed for 
the hotel. Entering the lobby, we went to the desk to 
collect our key cards. Once we had them he went for the 
lifts with me in tow; he reached them before me and 
pressed the call button just as a couple arrived. The 
life arrived and we four got in. Matt hit the button 
for the 29th floor without asking where the other pair 
were headed. 

The guy leaned over and pressed the button for the 31st 
floor; he did it deliberately slowly as if to make a 
point of Matt's rudeness. A look of annoyance flicked 
across Matt's face and I wondered what was bugging him. 
The lift slowed and stopped at our floor and the doors 
slid open. Matt stepped out first and then me; I turned 
to thank the other couple but the guy reached and 
pressed the door closing button in an obvious rebuke 
for our rudeness. I went to turn right to my room but 
Matt grabbed my arm and pulled me left.

'We'll go to my room,' he said. I went to mention 
needing to get my washing kit but his look stilled my 
voice.

'You can fetch it later.'

He virtually marched in the direction of his room, 
passing the ice making machine and the shoe polishing 
machine in the corridor just outside his room. He 
swiped the key card through the lock; it bleeped back 
at him, as if in annoyance, and the little light glowed 
red. He paused, took a deep breath and then swiped the 
lock again, although slower this time; the light 
changed from red to green. He pushed open the door, 
pulled me inside and slammed it shut behind us. Once in 
his room, he relaxed slightly, taking a couple of deep 
breaths as he did so. He turned to me and looked me 
directly in the eyes.

'Sorry about that,' he said, 'I've thought of little 
else since the last time. I know I can come across as 
forceful at times but I just couldn't wait to be with 
you again. Do you mind me being a bit dominant like 
that?'

I shook my head slightly. 'No,' I said, 'in fact, I 
found it quite exciting,' surprising myself at my 
response.

Matt moved quickly to take advantage of my declaration.

'Good,' he said. 'Here's the deal. We're going to get 
out of these cloths: I'm going to get into a bathrobe, 
but you are not. You are going to stay naked and get us 
each a drink while I watch that beautiful arse of yours 
as you move around.

There wasn't the chance to protest (not that I wanted 
to, the thought excited me); he turned into the 
bathroom and I meekly followed. He took off his shirt 
as we moved and dropped it into the laundry basket in 
the bathroom. I was a little slower and had the secret 
thrill of him watching me as I pulled my pants clear of 
my feet. He looked me up and down and then reached for 
his bathrobe.

'Drink,' he said, 'make mine a large one'

I turned and went into the room, conscious of my 
nakedness and his gaze. He followed me and sat on one 
of the two sofas facing each other with a low table in 
between them. I took two glasses off the side and went 
to the minibar fridge for the drinks. I turned slightly 
towards Matt as I leant down for the door.

'Wrong,' he said, 'turn so that I can look at your 
lovely arse when you bend over.'

I did as he asked (told?), feeling a little 
apprehensive at what would be such an exposing 
position. I slowly leant over, keeping my legs straight 
and slightly apart so as to give him a good view. I 
could feel my heart pumping with the excitement of 
exhibiting myself to him in such an unashamed way. I 
didn't hurry to get the vodka bottle out; I was 
enjoying this now and knew he would be too. I 
straightened, closed the fridge door, moved to the side 
and poured the drinks, all the time conscious of his 
eyes upon me. I sliced the lemon and tossed the slices 
into the drinks and then reached for the ice-bucket. It 
was empty.

I turned to face him. He smiled and looked down at my 
penis which was getting hard; I hadn't noticed. I was 
clearly enjoying myself.

'There's no ice,' I said as I moved towards him to hand 
him his glass. He didn't move to take it from me.

'There's plenty of ice,' he said.

'Where?'

'In the ice machine in the corridor,' he said.

'Ah, yes, I said and put the drinks on the side and, 
collecting the bucket, moved towards him, my hard penis 
swaying from side to side as I walked. I stopped in 
front of him and offered the bucket. As with the drink, 
he didn't offer to take it.

'You fill it,' he said.

I hesitated and he laughed slightly.

'I can't like this,' I said, indication my general 
appearance, complete with erection.

'Oh yes you can, and that is exactly what you are going 
to do,' he said.

I looked at him, wondering quite what to say.

'Do it,' he said, with a hard edge to his voice.

In retrospect, I can admit to myself now that a small 
ripple of thrill ran through me. I have always enjoyed 
being naked around the house and in the garden when 
alone. I find the feeling of the air moving around my 
body as I move quite erotic. I quickly appraised the 
risk of being seen; it was slight. The ice machine was 
just outside the door. I'd risk it.

I placed the drinks back on the side, moving slowly as 
I could feel his eyes upon me. I returned and took the 
proffered bucket from his hand and then moved towards 
the door. I opened it a little and peered down the 
corridor; in the direction I could see, it was devoid 
of people. Pulling the door open a little more, I 
quickly checked the direction I'd looked before, it was 
still clear, and then moved from the doorway so that I 
could see down the other direction of the corridor. It 
was mercifully empty.

I took one quick last look and then stepped out into 
the corridor, ice bucket in hand. The ice machine was 
the other side of the shoe polisher and, in my somewhat 
exposed position, felt a very long way away. I 
scampered to the machine, lifted the lid and plunged 
the bucket into the ice compartment drawing it back out 
again in one hurried movement. In my haste, some ice 
spilt out onto the floor. I didn't bother to try to 
gather it up. I turned and headed for Matt's door.

I reached it in seconds and gladly slammed it firmly 
shut behind me. Matthew stood directly in front of me; 
he'd been waiting at the door

'Two lumps for me,' he said, his glass held out in 
front of him.

I grinned. 'You cruel bastard,' I said.

He smiled back at me, his eyes narrowing slightly.

'You haven't seen anything yet,' he said, with a 
electrifying hint of menace in his voice.

I shivered, whether in fear or excitement I was unsure. 
Looking back, it was probably a mixture of both.

He turned and walked back into the room and I followed. 
I placed the ice bucket on the side and threw in a 
couple of lumps of ice into my drink. I took a large 
gulp and relished the burning of the vodka as it 
coursed down my throat. Matthew raised his glass in a 
silent toast and took a measured sip. He looked me up 
and down, pausing at my erection, which I carried 
without noticing so familiar had the feel of it hanging 
heavy become. When his gaze came up to look at my face, 
I looked him fully in the eye. 

We held the gaze for a few seconds and then he turned 
away and walked over to the television set and picked 
up the remote. I must have looked puzzled when he 
turned around as he grinned at me and then pointed it 
towards the ceiling. Slowly, the lights in the room 
dimmed as he held onto the button; he let them get to a 
point where the lights of Hong Kong appeared brighter 
and then stopped.

'Let's enjoy the view,' he said, moving towards the 
windows.

I stood a little apart from him, totally unconcerned 
about my nakedness; my erection had reduced to a full 
and heavy penis and felt good. I faced the windows, 
leaning onto the stainless steel safety bar which ran 
across the windows above the three feet wide strip of 
black granite floor; the bar felt cold on my bare skin 
as did the granite floor to my feet. We stood in 
silence for some time. I was feeling calmer now and 
confident in my ability to handle this new area of my 
life. Matthew broke the silence.

'Another drink?'

I hadn't noticed that I'd emptied my glass. I moved to 
take his from him in my new subservient role.

'I'll get them,' he said. I held out my glass.

I studied in turn the view outside and the dim 
reflection of Matt in the window as he mixed the 
drinks. I watched his reflection as he walked up behind 
me and then out of sight as my reflection blotted out 
his. His left arm entered my peripheral vision as he 
reached around to give me my glass. I took it in my 
right hand, thanking him as I did so. After I had taken 
it, he didn't move away but stood close behind me, 
standing quite still and silent. I waited for him to 
say something, or move to get his drink as he'd only 
brought mine. 

I sensed more than felt him move a little nearer to me; 
I stood stock still, tensing slightly. I first felt the 
warmth of his breath on me and then the slightest 
sensation as he lightly placed his lips on my right 
shoulder. He paused for a second and then I felt his 
tongue playing lightly on my skin. As my heart started 
to race he flicked his tongue slowly across my 
shoulder, the back of my neck and on to my left 
shoulder. He stopped there and then pulled away; I 
heard the sound of his bathrobe tie being pulled. Then, 
nothing; no sound, no movement.

With a slightly shaky hand, I lifted my glass and took 
a good mouthful of ice-cold vodka. As I did so, Matt 
put his left arm around me and onto my left nipple, 
taking it between his fingers. He gently squeezed it 
and a thrill ran through me, but especially to my cock 
which, almost instantly, sprang erect. He moved closer 
to me until I felt his cock against the cleft of my 
arse. Instinctively I pressed back against him and he 
started to give light kisses across my shoulders as I 
felt his cock hardening against me. I was startled both 
by how good it felt and how quickly I reacted. I moved 
forward slightly to break contact and then turned 
around to face him. I went to take a step across the 
slight gap between us but he stopped me by placing his 
hand firmly in the centre of my chest. I stood looking 
at him, I was breathing heavily and clearly aroused.

'Wait,' was all he said.

He paused and, looking hard into my eyes, said 'Are you 
really sure you want this to continue David?' he asked 
firmly.

I went to answer but he stalled me by placing his 
fingers on my lips.

'It's not just right now I'm talking about,' he said, 
'it's the times after this when things move on. It is a 
different way of life which may not go on forever and 
something you will have to either live with or keep to 
yourself. Things will move on quite rapidly, even in 
the short time you have left here; things which I 
cannot predict but things which will evolve as you 
enter the world I inhabit. The club we've visited is 
the start of things, not the end. Much more can happen.

I listened intently, trying to take in all he'd said 
and the implication of more to come and of things I 
knew nothing about. How could I agree to the future 
when I was so ignorant and yet so desperately wanted to 
know?

Matthew saw the turmoil I was in and gave me another 
hint of what could be and therefore, another reason to 
stop.

'If you say no now, we can just stop, we can get 
dressed and we'll go out for dinner. We'll speak no 
more on what has passed between us and we won't go to 
the club together again.
However, if you want to carry on, we'll stay in and 
continue where we left off; you'll continue to spend 
the rest of the night naked and being tutored by me.'

The silence when he finished speaking was palpable.

'Tutored?' I asked

'Tutored,' he repeated. 'When you arrived I was quickly 
interested in you, even though I knew you were married' 
He paused, 'I checked you out before you came over,' he 
explained, responding to my quizzical look.

'How did you know that I would respond to you?' I 
asked.

'Instinct,' he said.

I said nothing. My thoughts were in some sort of 
disorder. I'd been shocked how easily I'd fallen into 
this. A week ago, I would have thought the whole thing 
improbable. Now, the unknown lay ahead of me. I 
admitted to myself that I wanted to know what was yet 
to be.

'Yes,' I said softly, and then raised my head to look 
directly at him. 'Yes,' I repeated, and then, 'I want 
it to go on.'

'Whatever happens?' he asked.

I took a deep, slightly shuddering breath. 'Yes.'

His only response was to hold my gaze for a couple of 
seconds and then turn away, walk across the room, pick 
up his drink and return to stand in front of me. He 
raised his glass.

'To whatever happens,' he said, by way of a toast.

We touched glasses and then sipped our drinks.

'Now you can fetch your stuff from your room,' he said.

I nodded and moved away from the window and put my 
glass on the side. He watched me in silence as I went 
to the bathroom and said nothing when I came out again 
with my trousers and shirt. I looked at him and 
stopped. He was looking intently at me, his eyes 
slightly narrowed. He gently shook his head from side 
to side.

'No,' he said, very quietly.

I immediately understood.

I can't go to my room like this,' I said, somewhat 
incredulously.

'Oh yes you can,' he replied with a slight grin.

I went to reply but couldn't find the words. My heart 
was racing (yet again) both at the thought of doing it 
and, I have to admit, at the thought of actually doing 
it. Could I do this?

I dropped my clothes to the floor and stood there 
looking at him. After a couple of seconds I broke our 
gaze, reached down for my trousers and lifted them up 
in front of me. I looked back at him, then, after a 
slight pause, reached into the pocket and then let them 
fall to the floor again. I showed him the key card in 
my hand.

'I'll need this,' I said.

He let out a long breath. 'I thought you were going to 
refuse,' he said.

'Why, did I have a choice?' I asked.

He just shook his head. 

I turned towards the door.

'Wait,' he said.

I stopped and turned around.

'The key card spoils the naked effect,' he said, and 
held out his hand.

I simply handed it to him, wondering what was to come 
next.

'Turn around,' he said.

I did as he asked. Matt moved closer to me and placed 
his hand on one cheek of my arse and pulled it slightly 
to one side. I felt a slight coldness and then he let 
go of me. I stood there with my key card held between 
the cheeks of my arse.

'That looks better,' he said, 'now that you have both 
hands free, you can go to your room.'

I turned to look at him.

'Off you go,' was all he said.

I turned, slightly clamping my arse and walked to the 
door. I opened it very slightly and peered left down 
the corridor in the direction of my room. It appeared 
to me miles away. The corridor was clear; I opened the 
door a little wider so that I could put my head out to 
see down the corridor in the other direction, it was 
also clear. I quickly checked left again and then the 
other way. I glanced back at Matt.

'It's clear,' I said.

'That's good,' he said, and gently, but firmly, pushed 
me into the corridor, closing the door behind me.

I stood there for the briefest of moments. There was 
certainly no way back. I headed for my room at a brisk 
walk, whilst keeping my arse clamped to hold the key 
card. Then, behind me, I heard a door open. I stopped 
(why?) horrified and quickly glanced over my shoulder. 
Matt stepped into the corridor, grinning at me. I 
turned and continued my walk. As I did so, Matt emitted 
a low wolf-whistle. I hurried on. As I approached the 
bank of lifts I was conscious of the hum as they 
operated. 

As I drew level with them, one slowed and then stopped; 
I panicked slightly and rushed to get to my room. The 
key card slipped from my arse. I stooped to grab it 
just as the lift doors opened directly in front of me. 
I looked up - straight into the brightly lit and 
mirrored lift. It was empty. As I stood up, breathing a 
great sigh of relief, the doors closed and it continued 
on its way. I stood there for a second and then, hardly 
thinking, placed the key card between the cheeks of my 
arse, turned, and continued towards my room.

Walking carefully, I made it without dropping the key 
card again. Just as I got there, I heard the distant 
sound of the lift changing as it slowed down. I 
retrieved the key card and swiped it quickly through 
the slot in the lock. The light in the lock glowed red 
as the lift stopped. I swiped again, with the same 
result. Again the light glowed red; at the same moment, 
the lift doors slid open and I heard a man's voice. 

Telling myself to stay calm I swiped the card again 
with a deliberate slowness; the light glowed green as 
the lock clicked open. As I pushed the door open I 
briefly saw in my peripheral vision somebody exit the 
lift. I almost fell into the room as I heard another 
voice, this time a woman's, and the sound of footsteps. 
I closed the door, my heart thumping as I did so. I 
turned and looked through the spyglass in the door, 
just in time to see a man walk by closely followed by a 
woman; as she passed, she paused, looked briefly at my 
door and then carried on out of my vision. Had she seen 
me in the corridor?

After a minute or so, I'd calmed down. I went into the 
bathroom and picked up my wash bag and pulled on a 
bathrobe. I quickly checked to see if I needed anything 
else; deciding not, I turned for the door. As I reached 
it, the 'phone rang. I hesitated; I let it ring for a 
short while and decided to pick it up.

'Hello,' I answered hesitantly.

'Don't even think about dressing to return,' echoed 
Matt's voice down the wire. 'I'll send you back if you 
do.'

With a click, the line went dead. I shrugged off the 
bathrobe and went to the door. I opened it slightly to 
check the corridor, first one way and then pulling open 
the door a little more so that I could look down the 
other way. It was all clear. As I went to step out, I 
remembered my key card. I went to return into the room; 
then, the defiant side of my nature took over. I 
stepped out into the corridor and pulled the door 
firmly shut behind me. There was no way back now. It 
was my turn to wind-up Matthew.

I stood in the corridor now more conscious of my 
nakedness then before. The only sounds were the distant 
ones of the hotel going through its normal life. 
Faraway voices, the hum of the air-conditioners, the 
purr of the lifts. The air around my body felt good and 
I became aware of the thick carpet on the soles of my 
feet. I as I relaxed I felt my penis begin to swell. 
Then, as I stood there, I heard the click of a door 
lock. I went to move closer to the wall (I don't know 
why) as I looked in the direction of the sound. Matt 
stepped out into the corridor.

'Come on,' he hissed impatiently.

I moved into the middle of the corridor and stood 
facing him, my legs slightly apart so that he could see 
my swollen penis. In the silence I became even more 
aroused at the awareness of being naked in a semi-
public place. My penis rapidly became erect into a 
rigid cock; I turned slightly sideways to give Matt a 
better view. Standing like this, I looped the handle of 
my wash bag over it and slid it down to the root where 
it hung.

'Look,' I called softly, 'no hands.'

'Don't be a fool,' hissed Matt, 'quickly now.'

I started walking slowly towards him. As I reached one 
of the anonymous pictures on the wall that all hotels 
have, I stopped to look at it, standing away as if 
studying it thoughtfully.

'David!' Matt called as load as he dared.

I turned and continued on my way not hurrying and 
enjoying Matt's evident discomfort. Opposite the lifts 
was a huge arrangement of flowers; I paused to look at 
them and then moved to take in the scent of the tall 
lilies. As I did so, I became aware of the sound of an 
approaching lift. It started to slow and then sighed to 
a stop; as it did so Matt dived for the cover of his 
room and half closed the door leaving just enough gap 
for him to peer out. The doors slid open. I stayed 
still; in the distorted reflection of the polished 
brass wall plate behind the flower arrangement I saw a 
member of the hotel staff step out of the lift. With 
typical tact and diplomacy, he briefly looked but 
without any hesitation turned, and turned again into 
the adjacent stairwell and disappeared silently down 
the stairs. Behind me the doors slid shut and the lift 
continued on its ceaseless vertical journey.

Leaving the flowers I continued my slow walk, pausing 
to look at the occasional picture and, at the same 
time, give Matt a view of my rigid cock. As I 
approached his room and reached for the handle he 
pulled open the door, grabbed my outstretched arm and 
pulled me roughly into the room. As I cleared the door, 
he slammed it shut and then forcefully pushed be back 
against it.

'You stupid bastard,' he said. 'You'll get us thrown 
out of here.'

'Doubtful,' I replied, 'I don't think for a moment he 
would recognise me unless he studies guests' arses. 
Anyway, he's probably seen much worse.'

Matt looked at me still clearly cross. Then, without 
any warning, came towards me and slammed his lips to 
mine. It was such a rough kiss that our teeth ground 
together. He held it for a few seconds and then, just 
as suddenly stepped back. In the silence, I watched his 
anger subside. He grinned slightly.

'You need a shave you bristly bastard,' he said.

I shaved as he showered as he said he wanted to watch 
me at the basin. I was turned on by watching his 
reflection in the mirror as his eyes roved over me, 
frequently returning to gaze steadily on my arse. I 
finished shaving and turned around to face him. His 
gaze dropped to my swollen cock; as he did so, I 
tightened the muscle in the root, expressing a large 
amount of precum which hung in a great teardrop before 
elongating and falling in a thread to the floor. 

Matt watched silently and then moved aside in the 
shower by way of a silent invitation to join him. The 
water was cool and felt good on my skin. I expected him 
to want to soap me but he just watched as I reached for 
the soap dispenser and started to soap my chest and 
arms. I lingered over it as I knew he was waiting for 
me to soap my cock. I kept him waiting before taking 
another handful of soap and then slowly soaping my hard 
cock and then my balls; after a short while I turned 
away and slid my soapy hands over and then between the 
cheeks of my arse.

'You'll need this,' he said.

I turned to see him holding a flexible shower hose with 
a white plastic cylinder with a rounded end. Down the 
length of it, around 5 inches or so, ran shallow flutes 
with a series of small holes along the bottom of them. 
I looked quizzically at him and back at it. He moved 
his thumb to the base of it and pressed a small valve. 
Out of the holes flowed jets of warm and very soapy 
water. I realised then what it was for. As if he read 
my mind, Matt turned around and then reached behind him 
and deftly inserted the appliance into his arse. He 
pressed the valve and, following a slight pause, water 
gushed from his arse by way of the flutes. He stopped 
the water and pulled it out of his arse.

'Turn around,' he said.

I did as I was asked and leaned on the wall of the 
shower with my arse pushed towards him. I heard the 
soap dispenser go and then felt his slippery hand 
between the cheeks of my arse as he soaped my opening. 
He moved his hand and I felt the head of the cylinder 
against my opening. He first pressed the valve and then 
pushed the cylinder into my entrance. A combination of 
the hot soapy water and my willingness to take it in 
made it easy to take the cylinder fully inside me. The 
sensation was most pleasant; the water gushing into me 
and then finding its way back out via the flutes. Matt 
made it more pleasurable by slowly working it in and 
out of me a few times. He held it in for a few seconds 
longer and then pulled it clear of me.

'All clean now,' he said as I turned around to face 
him. You'll notice I haven't washed my cock yet.'

I hadn't noticed but was glad of the opportunity to 
touch him as I was now highly charged and looking for 
some contact. I took a double handful of soap and then 
knelt down in front of him. I soaped his stomach and 
thighs before taking hold of his swollen penis at its 
root and then pulling my hand along its length and then 
back again to take in his balls in one movement. He 
became hard very quickly and I heard his sharp intake 
of breath through his teeth as I slid my hands along 
his length. I teased him a little by soaping his thighs 
again, letting his cock stand out towards me untouched.

From my kneeling position I reached up and placed my 
hand in the centre of his chest and pushed him slightly 
away. This succeeded in diverting the cascade from the 
shower over his chest and washing away the soap from 
his body. I held him there for a few seconds and then 
removed my hand. His body swayed back towards me and I 
simply opened my mouth as his cock came nearer. His 
hands held either side of my head as his cock slid 
easily into my mouth. I'm not sure at this point who 
was the most turned on of the two of us.

I gripped his shaft to restrict the length I could take 
into my mouth. I twice milked it of precum, savouring 
the slipperiness of it and the taste of salt in my 
mouth. Then I did the same to him as my wife does to 
me; following my hand up and down his cock with my 
mouth. I only managed this for a short while as he 
quickly pulled free from me.

'It's too much,' he gasped. Then, 'I don't want to cum 
yet; I'm saving it for later.'

He reached up and turned off the shower. He got out and 
then handed me a towel; I stepped out and we both dried 
off.

'I'd like another drink, would you?' he asked. I nodded 
agreement.

'Great,' he said. 'I'll have the same as before.'

I realised I'd been slipped back into the role of naked 
servant. I didn't mind in the least as I got a turn-on 
from it and somehow felt in some sort of control; much 
the same feeling as I'd had in the corridor earlier. I 
walked into the room and retrieved the glasses we'd 
used previously. They didn't look too clean so I 
stooped down to take clean ones from the cupboard, 
then, remembering his instructions earlier, I stood 
straight legged and bent over with my arse and balls in 
full view of the room. When I stood and turned around 
to head for the fridge, he was stood in the room 
wearing his bathrobe which he'd left untied revealing 
tantalising glimpses of his body.

I went to the fridge, retrieved the bottle, scooped 
some ice into both glasses and covered them with a 
generous splash of vodka. I walked over to Matt and 
handed him a glass. He took it from me and then held it 
up in an invitation to touch glasses.

'To a great evening,' he said.

'To a great evening,' I replied.

'Let's go to the window David.'

I put my drink on the low table and walked over to the 
window. I stood leaning on the safely bar looking out. 
I felt the cold of the bar and the granite floor 
acutely in my heightened state of awareness and excited 
expectation. I watched his reflection in the window as 
he moved out of my sight and then back into it again. 
He had exchanged his glass for the bottle of lube which 
he'd placed in the left hand pocket of his open 
bathrobe. His reflection disappeared as he moved 
directly behind me.

As before, now seemingly and age away, I first felt the 
warmth of his breath on my shoulder and then sensation 
as he lightly placed his lips on my right shoulder in 
the gentlest of a kiss. He put his left arm around me 
and onto my left nipple, taking it between his fingers 
and gently squeezed it. As he did so, I felt his cock 
against the cleft of my arse and I pressed back against 
him. Reaching behind me, I spread the cheeks of my 
arse. 

His hardening cock sprang into the gap; I let go of 
them, softly clamping it. He squeezed my nipple 
slightly harder and I reacted by tightening the grip of 
my arse around his cock. Matt very gently, nipped the 
skin of my shoulder with his teeth. My cock rapidly 
hardened, as did his.

He ceased squeezing my nipple and placed his hands on 
either side of my hips. Still clamped in my arse, he 
pulled slightly backwards. I moved with him so as not 
to lose contact. He moved again and I followed. I knew 
where this was leading. I gripped the safety bar and 
pressed my arse against him, moving him back now so 
that I was leaning forward on the bar with my back at 
an angle, my legs apart and my willing arse prominent. 
Looking down between my extended arms, I could see my 
refection mirrored in the polished granite floor, my 
swollen cock and hanging, heavy, balls. I marvelled at 
my shameless desire.

Matt separated the cheeks of my arse, releasing his 
cock. Moving slightly to his left, his refection in the 
window moved into my vision. His left hand reached into 
the pocket of his bathrobe and re-emerged holding the 
lube bottle. His hand moved out of my vision behind be; 
seconds later, I felt the warmth of lube running across 
the top of my protruding arse. His left hand came back 
into view as I felt his right hand on my back and then 
slide down onto the lube. Gently, he began to massage 
the lube over the top of my arse. As he massaged, he 
slowly moved lower and then onto each cheek. He stopped 
and reached into his pocket for the lube.

He poured it over the top of my arse again. Then, he 
pulled a cheek aside and poured the lube into the 
cleft. I felt the warmth of it flow across my arse 
opening and then over my balls, dripping from there 
onto the floor; some ran down the insides of my legs. 
He pocketed the bottle and starting massaging me again. 
I gave a slight shudder of anticipation. 

He ran his hand over my lubricated arse and then 
between the cheeks from top to bottom, over my balls, 
pausing to roll them around in his hand, and then along 
my hard cock. I was now roused with excitement and 
eagerness. He moved his hand back over my arse cheeks, 
between them and over my balls and cock for a short 
while, then, with the slightest of a pause, pressed a 
fingertip against the opening of my arse. I tensed.

'Relax,' he whispered.

Willing myself to do so must have had some noticeable 
effect as he was able to enter me a little more. He 
waited until I had accepted the end of his finger and 
then pushed it further inside me until I felt his 
knuckles against my arse. He pulled his finger half out 
and squirted lube over it and me. He slid it back in 
with little effort, held it there and then started slow 
movements in and out. 

It felt so good; I relaxed and his movements became 
easier as I willingly accepted his finger and found 
myself pleasurably waiting for it to penetrate me 
again. After a little while, Matt stopped with his 
finger fully inside me and then slowly withdrew it. In 
the reflection, I saw him reach for the bottle again.

I felt the nozzle against the opening and then the 
rounded end of it pushed inside. I sensed the rush of 
warm liquid flood into me as he squeezed the bottle. He 
pulled it out of me and moved to the side of me where I 
could see him. He poured some lube over his hard cock; 
from my lowered vantage point it looked huge. He 
pocketed the lube and then shrugged of his open 
bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. As I watched, 
he slowly spread the lube over his cock. He did this 
for a short while until it stood out from him in a 
glistening pole. Then he moved to stand behind me. 
After a few seconds, I felt the head of his cock 
pressed against my opening.

It was much the same sensation as the first time when 
we were in the bath. He entered me and stopped at the 
first hint of my arse involuntarily clamping shut. He 
waited as I acclimatised to the intrusion. Then, as 
before, he pushed slightly harder and waited for me to 
relax. With a force of will, egged on by lust, I 
relaxed and his cock slid into me past the temporary 
obstruction. I gasped slightly as it did so but this 
time more out of pleasurable surprise than discomfort; 
his stomach against my arse exacerbating the feeling of 
depth inside me. He stayed there not moving allowing me 
to relax further.

I did so by looking beyond the reflection in the 
darkened window; looking down on the distant movement 
far below me. My sensations were acute and I could make 
out the distant hum of traffic and see the lights of 
the Star ferries crossing to the mainland. I was 
conscious of looking down on all of this whilst a man 
filled my arse and how I, never in a million years, 
would have thought the situation possible.

'Penny for your thoughts,' he said, breaking into my 
reverie.

I went to say something, I know not what, when I 
realised that I was now completely relaxed. Matt must 
have felt the same as he withdrew his cock and then 
slid it back into me. He paused, withdrew it again and 
then pressed it back inside me. The movement served to 
spread the lube and indicate to us both that I was 
totally relaxed. Matt withdrew again and then back into 
me: he didn't pause this time however. Slowly and 
gently, he started to fuck me.

All manner of senses overwhelmed me. The incredulity of 
what was actually taking place, after a lifetime of 
thinking this was a bad thing, the pleasurable feeling 
of his cock sliding over the root of mine where it was 
buried in my arse (my prostate?), his hands gripping my 
hips as he pulled himself into me and, I have to now 
admit to myself, my own rhythm as I eagerly pushed back 
against his incoming cock. I was hooked.

He stopped twice to retrieve the lube, both time 
inserting into my arse. It felt warm and I enjoyed the 
feeling as it rushed in and then leaked out of my 
opening, stopped only by Matt as he penetrated me. 
After the second time we were in a mutual rhythm and 
there was no further need for more lube. As he drove 
into me I pushed back against him; my half-hard but 
swollen cock swung around leaking a stream of precum 
which hung in crystal clear thread from the end of it 
to where it had stuck to my legs. I looked down into 
the dark reflection in the granite floor where I could 
just make out the sight of Matt's cock moving in and 
out of me. The area was covered in drops of lube and 
smaller drops of my precum. I found it most erotic, the 
sight of his cock sliding into me at the same time as I 
could feel it.

I don't know how long we were joined; probably not for 
so long as we were both wound up in the newness of each 
other. Matt's strokes began to speed up and also became 
shorter. I clamped my arse to keep him in contact with 
me; as I did so, his strokes became faster and I was 
conscious of his breathing coming in short gasps. 

Then, with one massive thrust, he buried himself deeply 
inside me, seeming far deeper that so far. I clamped my 
arse around him as he let out a shuddering gasp and I 
felt a seemingly huge wave of warmth fill my arse, and 
then another, and another. His hands gripped my hips 
with great strength as he let out a huge and prolonged 
groan pressing so hard against me that it took all the 
strength in my arms to stop him pushing me against the 
widow the other side of the safety bar.

'Fucking hell,' he muttered again and again as the 
spasms subsided and then ceased.

We both stayed still and silent as his breathing 
quietened. After a few minutes, the combination of his 
softening cock and my arse clamped around it served to 
gently squeeze him out of me. I felt a short flood of 
warmth as his cum leaked from me before my arse clamped 
shut, stemming the flow. I slowly stood upright and 
turned to face him. 

Neither of us said anything, we didn't need to. We 
moved to hold each other and kissed. I must admit here 
that it was a loving kiss; it was gentle and full of 
warmth, our tongues met, exploring each other's mouth. 
His penis was wet against my now stiffening one. We 
kissed like this for a little while. When we mutually 
broke it, Matt spoke.

'I need to sit down before I fall down,' he said. He 
reached past me and stooped to retrieve his bathrobe 
from the floor. He draped it over his shoulders and 
then reached forward, took my hand and led me towards 
the two sofas.

I shuddered slightly as the heat of our lust cooled.

'Get your bathrobe David,' Matt said. 'Don't be cold.'

I went to the bathroom, grabbed the bathrobe, put it on 
and loosely tied it, wondering when my time to cum 
would be; I was in no hurry. When I returned to the 
room, Matt was sat on one of the sofas with our drinks 
on the small square table between them. I sat on the 
opposite sofa and picked up my drink. I raised it 
towards him and he responded by reaching forward to 
touch glasses.

'That was something else Dave,' he said.

'It certainly was,' I answered inadequately.

We drank in silence for a while and I decided to change 
direction.

'How do I get to become a member of the club?' I asked.

'With some difficulty,' he said, 'it's by 
recommendation and then solely the chairman's casting 
decision. It's only after one is accepted that one 
understands what his criteria are for selection. 
Discretion is paramount, not through any sense of 
shame, more a case of other people's perceptions.'

'Have I seen the chairman?' I asked.

'He was there once when you were but you didn't see him 
and we didn't tell you'

'Oh well,' I said, 'It's not as if I have much longer 
here and anyway, I probably won't be returning.'

'You never know,' he replied, 'it may happen'

We talked on and off for nearly an hour about all 
manner of things. Eventually, whilst getting us another 
drink, dimming the room lights as he did so, Matt 
skilfully brought the conversation around to us. As we 
sat there sipping our drinks he asked me how I felt 
about what had happened. I tried to explain about my 
surprise at feelings and the sweeping aside of all my 
prejudices. As I talked and he listened, I became aware 
of becoming aroused at the thought of what had gone 
before. 

I found myself glancing at the opening of his bathrobe 
which had parted to lay either side of his legs, but 
short of exposing his penis. He told me it had been a 
very long time since he had any relationship but had 
noticed me when we'd met in the UK office some time ago 
and he'd planned to get me out to Hong Kong. He rested 
his head on the back of the sofa as he spoke, not 
looking at me. I took the opportunity to steal a look 
at his parted bathrobe; it had moved aside enough to 
see his penis. It was half-hard, glistening slightly 
from the lube. He looked bloody good as he leaned back.

'What made you think I'd come and be here like this 
with you?' I asked, my voice lifting an octave with my 
rising excitement.

'I didn't,' he said, 'I just knew I wanted you.'

To this day I don't know why I did what I did. It was a 
spontaneous act borne out of a myriad of feelings. I 
undid my bathrobe and slid forward so that my arse was 
on the edge of the sofa and to one side of the table 
separating us. In this half laying position, I pulled 
both knees up to my chest, exposing my arse directly to 
him.

'Like this?' I asked.

He looked and me for a second or so in surprise and 
then sat up straight.

'You fucking tart,' he said as he tipped forward to the 
floor and onto his knees, landing directly in front of 
me.

I reached for his hardened cock and pulled him towards 
me. Whether is was the lube remaining on him or on me 
or his cum still inside me or a combination of it all I 
didn't know. All I can say is that as Matt put his 
hands on my knees to hold them up, I guided his cock to 
my opening and he entered me fully in one movement. It 
felt as if his cock would go into me for ever as I 
expanded to take him. The excitement was intense and I 
gasped out aloud. He grinned at me.

'Scream you fucking whore' he said and proceeded to 
roughly fuck me.

It was consensual rape by any another name. He ploughed 
into me and I grabbed his head, pulled it down to mine 
and kissed him fiercely. He reacted like a man 
possessed, roughly banging into me – and I loved it.

It didn't last long. His strokes got shorter and his 
breathing laboured as he struggled not to cum. I 
clamped my arse tightly and all vestiges of his control 
vanished. He came with a roar and one last thrust into 
me. I felt the spurt of his cum hit me inside; it felt 
powerful and hot. He clamped his lips to mine as the 
contractions subsided, getting gentler as they did so. 
By the time he had finished we were kissing the 
lightest of kisses, our lips barely touching. He let go 
of my legs and placed his hands either side of my 
shoulders. I put my legs down, the action of which 
served to eject his soft penis from me.

'Now it's your turn,' he said, 'don't go away.'

He rose and retrieved the bottle of lube. He came back 
and looked down at me.

'Lie on your back,' he said softly.

I stretched myself along the length of the sofa, my 
head on a cushion, my bathrobe spread out beneath me, 
my cock hard and standing at an angle to my stomach. I 
could feel its hardness straining the skin. I don't 
think I'd ever had such an erection. Matt upturned the 
bottle and ran a stream of lube along the exposed 
underside of my cock. He put down the bottle, retuned 
to sit beside me and took my cock into his hand. He 
slowly massaged it, spreading the lube as he did so. 
Wiping his hand on his bathrobe, he rose and then knelt 
astride me. He paused and then reached behind, grasping 
my cock. 

Gently, he lowered himself until I felt the cheeks of 
his arse brushing the head of my cock. They parted as 
he guided my cock to its destination. As I felt the 
opening of his arse on the end of my cock, Matt stopped 
lowering himself and removed his hand. Keeping me in 
contact with him, he leaned forward and placed his 
hands lightly on my shoulders. He looked down at me and 
smiled.

'Enjoy,' he said, and let his full weight down upon me.

His arse tore down the length of my lubricated cock. In 
an instant I was fully inside him with my balls hard up 
against his arse. I couldn't comprehend how easily and 
quickly he'd taken me in. He paused for a short while 
as his weight allowed my cock to penetrate him fully. I 
closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but how 
we were, anything to stop me cumming. 

Gradually I brought my sensations under some sort of 
control and relaxed, the feelings of prematurely 
cumming subsiding. I opened my eyes; Matt was looking 
down at me. He smiled and gently lifted his weight, his 
arse sliding up my cock until just the tip of it 
remained inside him. Then, very slowly, he slid down 
the length of my cock again, paused and then rose. 
Slowly, he began to build to a gentle rhythm.

He was a skilful and attentive lover, watching me 
closely, stopping every time he felt I was going to 
cum. Over the next twenty minutes or so, stopping twice 
to lubricate me, he took me to the point of cumming, 
only to deny me the pleasure I so wanted. He stopped a 
third time and lubricated me once more. Expertly he 
bestrode me and effortlessly took me inside him without 
using his hand to guide me into him. He paused when he 
had me fully inside him, smiled at me again and 
continued his rhythm. I knew then that he wasn't going 
to stop. Without taking his eyes from my face, he 
continued to gently ride me.

It didn't last for long. I felt the tremors heralding 
by lack of control, and so did Matt. He picked up his 
pace slightly, not much, just enough to signal that he 
was going to let me cum. And I did. Firstly, just the 
initial weak spasm and then, accompanied by my 
strangled voice, a rush so intense it bordered on the 
painful. I felt cum leap from my cock, followed by 
another, equally intense as the first. I involuntarily 
sat up and made a grab for Matt's shoulders. He pulled 
me to him and I buried by face in his neck, letting out 
muffled gasps as each jet of cum left me.

'Let it go, fill me. Let it go, fill me' he repeated 
softly over and over again each time a spasm hit me.

Gradually, the intensity of feelings subsided and my 
racing heart slowed. We clung to each other until I was 
at last still, and then for a little while after. I let 
go of Matt and he relaxed his hold on me. I pulled back 
to look at him; he just looked back at me with the 
merest hint of a smile playing on his lips. Then, for 
the first time, I kissed him lovingly. This time it had 
feeling; this time is was the kiss between two lovers. 
I felt both elated and slightly strange. I felt as if I 
had crossed an invisible divide. I had admitted to Matt 
and myself that this had moved from a physical liaison 
onto another plane.

'Stay here tonight?' he asked.

I nodded assent.

'Good,' he said softly.

He shifted slightly and my softened cock slid from him. 
Standing, he held his hand out to me. I reached for it 
and pulled myself up. Still holding my hand, he turned. 
Together we headed for the bathroom.

To be continued...

The author will be pleased to receive constructive 
comments at mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk

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