Welcome To The Club...From one way of life to another

Welcome to the club...From one way of life to another. Part 1 of 5 parts

Part one

It had been a busy day; staffing a company stand in a huge international exhibition hall wasn't an easy life, even if it was in Hong Kong. Business trips abroad are not all play and no work, quite the opposite, I was knackered and in need of refreshment in the form of a cold beer. The guy from the HK office (Matt) looked much the same as I felt; thankfully, this was our early finish afternoon so 2PM couldn't come soon enough. The two replacement guys turned up to take the exhibition on until it closed at 7PM.

I looked across at Matt, 'Beer'? I asked.

'Beer' he replied. 'I know just the place'

We walked out into the heat. Both loosening out ties and with our jackets over our shoulders, we set off away from the harbour; me following Matt to wherever we were going. We talked of this and that but mostly I was still soaking up the atmosphere in what is still one of the most exciting places in the world.

We walked for about ten minutes, passing a couple of likely looking places but Matt ignored them, finally turning into a small entrance set back slightly. Passing through the doors, there was a small desk behind which sat a guy in a concierge type uniform. Matt nodded to the chap who turned a book on the desk so that it faced Matt.

'Private club', he said, 'I need to sign you in. Oh, and we'll need to redo our ties. They might just let us in if we're carrying our jackets', he grinned. He did the signing bit as I adjusted my tie. He finished, turned to the stairs and headed up. I followed.

The stairs opened up into a large landing with another set of stairs going upwards, there was a chain across them to indicate no entry, and a large room off to the side. It was noticeably quiet after the noise of the street and pleasingly cool. Matt turned towards the room and I followed him in. It was well furnished with large comfortable chairs set four at a time around low tables and sofas set opposite each other either side of longer low tables. The bar was along a wall opposite the large window which gave a good view down the Gloucester Road we'd just walked along. Two good-looking barmen, resplendent in brilliant red and gold waistcoats, served behind the bar. There was discreet classical music playing softly. The whole atmosphere was of a well mannered and well staffed gentlemen's club. But for the view, it could have been in London.

'What would you like David'? Matt asked me. 'A beer as planned'?

'That would be fine thanks' I answered. I could already taste it!

He ordered the same and then turned and headed for one of the tables. I hesitated and then followed, understanding; the drinks would be brought to our table. Matt nodded to a few of the other members as we crossed the room, and they in turn acknowledged him and then me. We sat in adjacent chairs and I surveyed the room as we waited for our drinks. The only sounds were the quiet music and soft buzz of male voices.

We talked about the exhibition for a couple of minutes before our beers arrived. We both fell silent in appreciation as the barman set down two perfectly presented beers; both were in iced glasses and perfectly clear with a smooth white head. The barman left after a nod from Matt and we reached for our drinks. Raising them first towards each other, we then took a welcome sip. It was perfect.

'This beats working for a living', I said

We sat there in mutual silence, enjoying the beer. I broke the silence by asking Matt if he'd like another. 'You can't', he replied, 'one has to be a member. However', he paused for effect, 'I can get you one.' He stood and looked down at me, smiling. He held out his hand for my glass. As I handed it to him, our hands momentarily touched. He smiled again and then headed for the bar.

He returned to the table and we waited for our beer to be served. It came and we talked about nothing much. When we finished our beer, Matt asked me if I'd like another. I declined the kind offer and said I like to take advantage of our early finish and return to the hotel to wash and shave before going out for the evening. He agreed, and we got up and left the club; I felt slightly light-headed but alright. The heat hit us as we stepped into the street and I broke out into an instant sweat. I'd be glad for the shower.

He seemed much more relaxed when we arrived at the hotel and I felt at ease in his company. We collected our respective keycards and used them to call the lift. It slowed to a stop and we got in, travelling in silence to the 29th floor. Getting out, Matt turned left to go to his room and I right to go to mine.

'Damn', I said out loud. The door to my room was open and the huge cleaning trolley parked outside. My early arrival had caught out the cleaners.

'Hang on', said Matt, 'get your stuff and you can use my bathroom.' I thanked him and went to my room. I waved aside the profuse apologies of the chambermaid, saying it didn't matter. I picked up my wash stuff, deciding to return to my room to change clothes later.

The door to Matt's room was open; he was walking around in a bathrobe already and pouring a beer from the mini-bar. He held up the empty bottle in a silent question to me. I nodded acceptance. 'Good' he said and took another.

'There is another bathrobe in the bathroom if you want to get out of those sticky clothes, David', he said. I thanked him and went into the bathroom. It seemed huge after the one in my smaller room. The privilege of rank I supposed. It had a large spa bath, a big walk-in shower with two shower heads on opposite walls, twin wash basins and a loo. I smiled at the 'phone by the loo; oh to be that busy I thought with amusement. I quickly stripped off and put on the robe, putting my clothes to one side and then went into the main room. It was thankfully cool. Matt handed me a beer as I entered.

He turned and walked to the widow and pulled it open as far as it would go: not much as the hotel was clearly worried should somebody leap from it. That wonderful, indescribable warm scent of Asia filtered through the narrow gap as did the distant hum of traffic far below us. We stood side by side, barefoot on the three feet wide strip of cold and highly polished granite which ran the width of the room in front of the windows. We drank our beers in companionable silence, leaning forwards onto the stainless steel safety bar which ran across the windows at hip height.

Matt broke the silence. 'What did you reckon to the club'? he asked casually.

I thought for a few seconds. 'A very comfortable oasis of calm', I said, 'it has the air of privacy and privilege which I felt most comfortable in. Thanks for taking me there'

'It was my pleasure David; would you like to go there again sometime? They serve very good food for private dinner parties in a room on the next floor.'

I replied that I'd noticed the closed off stairs and a dinner party there would be something to look forward to

'That's good', he said thought fully. 'That's good', he repeated.

I said I'd like to wash my face and shave and then shower.

'Sounds good to me David', he said, 'I'll shower in the meantime'.

I went into the bathroom and filled one of the basins, rinsed my face, dried it and got out my razor. As I did so, Matt came in and reached into the big shower and turned on one of the heads; as he waited for the hot water, he shrugged off his bathrobe and without any hesitation, hung it up on one of the hooks. I glanced in the mirror at him, out of curiosity more than interest. He was well formed, the same height as me and tanned, except where he'd worn briefs, as he turned back to the shower I had a fleeting glimpse of his circumcised penis. He looked good I thought as I started to shave.

As I shaved to the background noise of the shower, I thought of the exhibition, the walk back, the club and now here at the hotel. As these thoughts went through my head, they assembled into a pattern and started to make connections. As I stood there shaving, a dawning realisation emerged: the club, all professional men, the private acknowledgements, the low buzz of male voices, the quiet and unassuming comfort, the casual smiles of goodbye, men comfortable in the company of other men and then Matt's casual question about my view of the club, and then it hit me. I'd been taken to a men's club, not an outwardly gay club, a men's club. A subtle place where men could be men without the perceived social stigma of being overtly gay. And now me, here with a naked man in the same room only a couple of feet away. I'd finished shaving and didn't quite know what to do next. I was now damp with my own perspiration generated by the warmth of the room and my racing thoughts. Matt compounded my dilemma.

'Plenty of room in here for two', he called out. Then just the silence, broken only by the sound of the shower running. He compounded my dilemma by leaning across the shower and started up the other shower head. He stood in front of me soaked from head to toe, grinning at my discomfort. 'Come on in David, the water's great', he smiled. As if hypnotised, I slowly undid my bathrobe and let if fall to the floor. I saw Matt give me a quick all-over glance; I stepped into my side of the shower. I was nervous to say the least.

I moved under the shower-head and let the water run over my head and on down over by body; this was so I could legitimately stand there with my eyes shut and gives my heart time to slow down. After a minute or two, I relaxed more and thought to myself, what is the big deal about sharing a very large shower with another man? I opened my eyes and saw that Matt was busy soaping himself all over; he was covered in soap and he had his eyes shut as he washed his hair. He was clearly taking no notice of me so I relaxed even more and reached for the liquid soap dispenser. Standing there with the warm water pouring over me, I started to soap myself. I was now almost fully relaxed.

We carried doing our own things for quite a while so it caught me by surprise when Matt said, quite casually and naturally, 'Can you scrub my back with this thing Dave'?, offering me a pad made of matted course rope, with a strap across the back of it to keep it on ones hand. He proffered it in such a natural way that I instinctively accepted it: as I did so, he casually turned away from me and leaned slightly forward onto the wall, taking his weight onto his hands which he placed at shoulder height, and about a foot wider than the width of his shoulders. I hesitated; Matt waited, saying nothing. I gathered my courage and squeezed some soap onto the pad, put my hand through the loop and slowly reached up to his shoulders.

At first, I was hesitant but soon got into the rhythm of scrubbing across his shoulders. I was gentle at first but he pushed himself back against the force of my hand indicating to me that he wanted to feel the roughness of the rope against his skin. As I continued to add more soap and relax again, I loosened up and got into the swing of it; as I did so, Matt started to move against my movements. As I relaxed further, I was able to stand nearer him and not at arms length, making my movements more fluid and natural. As I worked away from his shoulders and down his back, he started, almost imperceptivity, to slowly rotate his hips. As I moved down to his waist, the movements, although not blatant, started to take on a sensual quality. I decided that I'd go no lower than the top of his (rather fine) arse.

I got to my self appointed limit and then moved on up his back to his shoulders again. He was still making his gyratory movements as I reached above his shoulder and grabbed the shower-head out of its clip on the wall, freeing it on the end of its long, flexible chromed pipe. I rinsed his shoulders using it like a hose and then down over his back. The soap ran down his back in great white rivulet's across, and between the cheeks of his arse and on down his legs. I rinsed on down to his waist, across his arse and than knelt slightly as I chased the last of the soap down the back of his legs and across his feet. As I glanced up I caught a glimpse of his balls, still with a residue of soap on them, as he continued to move his arse in slow circular movements. I turned the head of the shower over so that the jets were firing upwards and, as I stood, let the jets spray up into his arse and across his balls. As the jets hit, I heard a distinct hiss as he drew a sudden breath through his teeth.

I turned the head over again and sprayed his back as I moved to replace the shower head back in its socket above his head. As I did so, his moving arse brushed across my penis - and then again. It wasn't an accident, it was a deliberate movement. I dropped the shower head back into its socket as his arse brushed me a third time. My mind raced; I hadn't been standing that close to him. I looked down at the gap between us; it was a small gap, or had been, but it had been narrowed by the fact that I had the beginnings of an erection.

'I'll do yours now Matt', he said as if nothing had happened; I turned away, not in acceptance, but to hide my embarrassment, dropping the back scrub in my hurry to do so. He casually knelt to retrieve the scrub as I turned to face the wall, taking up a stance much as he had. He first covered my shoulders with soap using his hand, not the scrub, and then my back also. It felt strange and I wondered when he'd use the scrub as his movements didn't suggest that he was in any sort of hurry. He carried on down to my lower back and I tensed slightly as he carried on past my waist and without any hesitation casually soaped either cheek of my arse. He re-soaped his hand then and returned to the back of my legs and on to my feet. I sensed him stand and move closer; there was a slight pause and then I felt the roughness of the scrub across my shoulders. I relaxed then. It was quite pleasant being scrubbed, the roughness of it, the hot water, and the luxury I suppose of being pampered. He reached across and released the shower head and hosed down my shoulders, back, arse and then my legs before returning it to its bracket on the wall. It felt good. When I'd totally relaxed, Matt caught me unawares.

'Turn around Dave', he said softly.

Without any thought or hesitation, I did just that; as I turned to face him, I made momentary eye contact and then leant back against the wall, closing my eyes as I did so. He soaped my shoulders, arms and chest before re-soaping his hands. In the pause, I tensed; I felt his hands soap my hips and the flat of my stomach and then nonchalantly, and very momentarily, my penis and balls in one smooth, practiced movement. Before I had time to react, he'd moved on to my thighs and legs. I looked down as he did so and checked out my penis; it was full but not hard. It felt pleasant and I was pleased that I hadn't reacted more. I was in control of this I thought to myself.

He finished soaping me and stood up, reaching for the shower head as he came upright. He lifted it out of its bracket and started to spray it over my neck and shoulders; it felt good. He moved on down across my chest, creating a cascade of hot soapy water which flowed over my stomach, hips and down across me legs. Moving on down, he sprayed it across my stomach and hips and then across my full penis and then up under my balls. He hesitated for the merest moment and then stooped down to rinse my legs and feet. I relaxed, he hadn't tried anything. He finished my legs and feet and then moved as if to stand up, instead of which he moved slightly up and took my penis fully into his mouth. I pulled away.

'No, Matt', I said.

In one movement, I stepped from the shower and reached for the bathrobe. I hastily tried to pull it on but it clung to my wet body so I just threw it around my shoulders and left the bathroom. I went straight for the mini-bar, grabbed a miniature vodka, threw a handful of ice from the bucket into a glass, poured the whole lot in and took a generous swig. My heart was racing as I leant on the steel safety bar in front of the windows, the metal cold against my hot skin exposed by the hastily thrown on bathrobe. I waited for by breathing to return to normal and my erection to subside; his mouth had felt too good for comfort. Standing there, staring out at the traffic far below, and not particularly seeing it, I calmed down and my erection faded. I went to pull the gown off my shoulders to put it on over my now dry skin.

'Let me help', said Matthew's voice from behind me.

I looked into the window to see his gowned reflection coming towards me. He walked up behind me and gently took it off my shoulders and held it so that I could put it on. I put my free hand in first and then transferred my drink to the other hand to get my other arm in. Matthew pulled it up onto my shoulders.

'Give me that', he said reaching for my drink, 'so that you can tie the cord.' Wordlessly, I handed him my glass and then tied the cord around my waist.

I turned and leaned back against the safety bar. Matthew put my drink down on the table and then just looked at me questioningly.

'You're in a dangerous game Matt', I said.

He said nothing, just moved closer to stand beside me, looking out of the window. He looked so disappointed.

'It's OK', he said, 'I understand, but I'm alright; there's nothing wrong with me. The guys in the club are all like me, discreet and very selective. They don't do the gay scene, and neither do I. I haven't been with anybody for well over a year now'.

He stood there looking so utterly sad that I felt a great compassion towards him. With hardly a thought, I moved towards him and gave him hug, nothing intimate, just a mans hug and he mutually returned it.

'I hope I didn't offend you.' his muffled voice said into my shoulder.

'Not at all', I said, 'don't worry about it.'

I realised that his damp hair smelt good and that perhaps I should break this hug. I relaxed my grip and he did the same.

We looked at each other and he gave me a shy smile. 'Sorry', he said.

'It doesn't matter.' I said, and then without any conscious thought, leaned towards him and, softly and briefly, kissed him.

I don't know who was the most surprised. We pulled slightly apart and looked silently at each other. Then, in a moment, we both knew what was going to happen. We moved towards each other and kissed again, this time for longer and with some feeling. We briefly parted and then kissed again, this time with no hesitation. We kissed deeply and passionately, out tongues exploring each other. He held my head firmly to his as I pulled his body to mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I fumbled around for the cord of his bathrobe and tugged it frantically to untie it. All the time he was wildly kissing me, his hand firmly holding my hair. As the cord came free I pulled the front of his gown aside and then reached up, pushing it off his shoulder. He broke the kiss and let me go so that he could shrug off the gown. He stood in front of me naked with the most wonderful erection.

'Now yours', he said.

I undid my gown and, without taking my eyes off his face, let it fall open and then shrugged it first off one shoulder and then the other, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes dropped to look at my cock, and I looked also. It stood out horizontally, a dewdrop of precum leaking out as we watched. We both looked up and moved towards each other and embraced. We kissed slowly, a lovers kiss. As we did so, Matt ran his hands down by sides and around the cheeks of my arse, pulling me close. I felt his cock hard against me and then both his and mine pressed between us. It felt good and I felt great. Letting go of me, he stepped slightly back and then reached down to take my cock in his hand; gently he pulled it as he stepped slightly back. I got the message and moved forward, smiling, he let go of my cock, turned and walked towards the bedroom. I remember particularly noticing again his fine arse. I followed him, with not a little nervousness.

The room was lit only by the lights from the surrounding tall buildings and neon signs. Matt killed the air-conditioner and opened the window a little and the warm air and noise from the traffic far below flowed into the room. I stood in the room watching him as he moved confidently around the room, unabashed by his nakedness and fine erection. I felt surprisingly unembarrassed but remained nervous. Feeling somewhat awkward, I sat down on the edge of the bed, my stiff cock standing at an angle. Matthew moved to the other side of the bed and lay down on his back, stretching himself luxuriously as he did so. He then lay still looking at me, his cock stood practically vertical to his flat stomach. He reached up and put his hand on my shoulder, then, imperceptively, gently pulled. I just rolled back, turning as I did so. He held his arms open and we fell into an embrace.

There were no more inhibitions.

We kissed, rolled, fondled, grabbed, kneaded, nipped, sucked and rubbed together, glorying in each others closeness and willingness to be as we were. It was just unbridled passion made all the more exciting, for me, as a first time into something that I had always regarded as taboo and something I never imagined that I would ever do, or ever want to do. I enjoyed the anticipation of waiting for the moment of Matthew taking my rigid cock into his mouth and me so badly wanting to do the same to him. Eventually we slowed down, he was full length on top of me kissing me gently now. He then moved down my chest, giving little, light kisses as he went. When he got to my nipples he sucked them gently, flicking his tongue across them as he did so; just as do to my wife. It felt strangely erotic and I felt my cock harden even more, indeed, I felt as if I would cum it felt that good. He moved on down, still giving little kisses across my stomach; I closed my eyes in anticipation. I felt his lips lift from my skin and then, after a slight pause, his warm breath on my cock; I held my breath, waiting.

After what felt like an age, I felt his tongue flick lightly across the end of my penis, a pause, and then the tip of it pushing into the eye of my cock; he held it there and jiggled it slightly, taking my cock with it. I felt a large drop of precum ooze out of me and around the tip of his tongue. In one movement, he then took the leaking head of my circumcised cock into his mouth and gently sucked. I groaned out loud as I felt a great rush of precum well out of me; as it did, he slid the length of my cock into his mouth.

How I didn't cum I'll never know; I just willed it not to happen. Matthew must have sensed it as he lifted his head clear of me; I felt my cock fall away and the cooler air of the room on it.

'OK'? he asked.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him. I nodded.

'OK', I said and closed my eyes again.

He was gentle about it, sucking me for as long as I could take it before I took his head in my hands to stop him. We'd wait, and I let go of his head and he'd start again. Eventually, I held his head and kept hold of it. I was ready to explode. I looked at him and we silently and mutually agreed to rest. He moved up the bed and lay beside me, then, provocatively, rolled onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. I looked at him and then down at his cock. It stood almost vertical, its head glistening with precum; I was awed at the size of it too; it looked huge even to my eyes; circumcised and thicker about a third of the way down its length before tapering down again to where the root of it was surrounded by thick, glossy dark hair. It was magnificent; it was a sculpture in flesh. I was envious. I moved my hand towards it.

I grasped it, gently as first and then firmer; I was surprised at the solidity of it and how big and warm it felt in my hand. I had never touched another man; the only experience I could bring to Matthew was that which I had learned from early girlfriends and my wife over the years of marriage. Squeezing gently, I pulled up on his cock and was rewarded with a generous flow of precum; I watched as it flowed over the head of his cock and onto my fingers; I parted them slightly and so that the precum flowed between them and then slid by wet hand down his cock. Once at the root, I squeezed again and moved up to milk another great teardrop of crystal clear liquid. I repeated this twice more until his cock was a glistening rigid pole. I was now turned on like never before; now I wanted to take him into my mouth.

I moved towards my goal and Matthew shifted slightly to meet my mouth; I'd intended to savour the moment but as I opened my mouth the combined movement of both of us resulted in me taking a major part of his cock deeply in my mouth in one go. To stop it going too far, I firmly clamped it between my lips, something he must have felt as he stopped moving, and then relaxed. His cock felt huge, very warm and tasting slightly salty from the precum; I lifted my head so that I had only the head of his cock in my mouth; gently, very gently, I sucked it whilst moving my tongue around the head, just as my wife has done to me countless times over the years. Although his cock was rigid, the head felt soft and pliable in my mouth and I enjoyed feeling it give under my tongue. Matthew was breathing heavily now and I couldn't resist milking another great drop of precum from him as I held him in my mouth. It was a wonderful sensation to feel is rise from him and over my tongue; the warmth of it as I spread it over the head of his cock. Unintentionally, my wife had taught me well. Matthew lifted my head from his cock.

'Wait', he said, breathing heavily, 'Wait', he said again.

I gazed at his cock as his breathing slowed. He pulled me up so that I was above him and I lay on top of him. His eyes were closed and I kissed him softly on his slightly parted lips. Our hard cocks were pressed together and I could feel the stickiness of our combined precum between us. I moved up and down slightly; our slippery cocks sliding back and forth over each other; it was a good and intimate feeling.

As I raised my head, Matthew said, 'Lay beside me David.' I reluctantly rolled off him and onto my back beside him.

'Stay here', he commanded, and then rolled off the bed and walked out into the sitting room. In half a minute or so, he returned with the tube of liquid soap from the shower and a towel.

I must have looked doubtful as he said, with a smile, 'For me, not you'.

He sat on the edge of the bed beside me and reached for my hard cock. He expertly milked it of some precum which he rubbed down the length of it. Then he squeezed a generous drop of liquid soap on the head of my cock and let it spread itself over the head and watched as it started to run down my cock. He reached over and placed the tube on the bedside table and then wiped his hands on the towel. I lay there watching and waiting, not without some trepidation. In the last hour, I'd done things I never even thought of doing and now this; I knew where this was going next and I wasn't sure if I could manage it.

Matthew turned and knelt beside me; he then lifted is right leg over me and knelt astride me over my hips. Nothing was said by either of us. He leaned forward, putting his hands either side of my head on the pillow; he just looked down upon me. We stayed like this, he looking down on me, and me looking up at him, for a short while; then, without breaking his gaze, Matthew moved upright, reached behind him and took my cock into his hand. Gradually, he lowered himself until I could feel my cock slide between the cheeks of his arse and then the slight sensation of it being pressed down as it came up against a resistance. With the slightest movement, Matthew pressed down and I felt a gentle grip around the tip of my cock. He let go of it and then leaned forward again, placing his hands either side of my shoulders; my cock stayed is the entrance of his arse. In all of this time, Matthew's eyes never left my face.

'Don't cum', he whispered and then, in one practiced movement pressed gently back and my cock slid fully into him.

It happened so quickly that I can't remember any sensation of it happening, but I can remember the feeling of warmth around my cock as his arse made soft contact with the tops of my legs. He sat perfectly still, and grinned down at me. I said nothing as I couldn't begin to know what if anything I could say. The silence was absolute. I lay there, frightened to move in case I came; eventually I got my mind and cock under control and I felt able to relax. As I did so, I felt my hips sinking into the bed as I relaxed; I must have been tensing up to meet him as he settled onto me. He smiled at me again.

'Don't move', he said quietly. I nodded my assent; I didn't dare say anything in case it was the wrong thing to do. This is new to me remember.

He lifted off me and my cock fell forward at an angle across my stomach. Matthew reached across and picked up the tube of liquid soap and squeezed another load of it onto it. He dropped the tube onto the bed beside him and, without using his hand, knelt above me and lowered himself onto my cock. It slid inside him and he put all of his weight upon me to drive it as deep into him as it would go. He paused slightly and then slowly and deliberately rose and then fell again onto me; gradually, he built up a rhythm. He grinned down at me and I returned his smile; we were fucking and I felt marvellous and strangely manly. His arse was tight around me; it was hot and slightly rough but I slid in and out of him with ease. His cock was hard but not rigid and it swayed from side to side as he rose and fell on my eager prick. I was now stiff inside him and beginning to move against him as he settled onto me at the end of each movement. Gradually, between us we set up a rhythm; he settling onto me as I rose to meet his lovely arse. At one point I reached down to take each of his arse cheeks, gripping them so that I could go deeper into him.

It seemed that we went for ages. He stopped twice more to lubricate my cock and we picked up our rhythm easily again. As he moved, I looked at his swaying penis, it was now leaking precum, some of it was falling onto me and some running along his shaft. I gently held his cock and pulled to milk more precum out of him. A huge drop came out so I did it again, with the same result. I moved my hand and spread the precum over the head of his cock and then down along its length. It was wonderfully slippery and started to become harder and rigid. Matthew continued to move on my cock as I slowly masturbated him; the precum kept flowing and eventually, his movement became irregular as I increased my hand movement; then, he stopped moving altogether.

He stopped with my cock only half inside him as I continued to stroke his shaft; his eyes were closed and his breath coming is short gasps. He let out a great sigh and suddenly let all of his weight go onto my prick which buried it deep inside him. With one gasp, a huge jet of cum shot from his cock; I felt the heat of is as it landed across my stomach and chest. As a second jet followed, I felt my control slipping and I stopped trying. As I exploded cum into his arse, I let go of his spurting cock and sat up and hugged Matthew to me. We sat there in mutual exquisite agony as we came. His cum continued to rage from his cock, trapped as it was between or stomachs; I felt his hot cum squirt between us as I felt myself cumming into his arse. Eventually (it seemed like an age) we quietened and the cum ceased to flow. I pulled slightly away from Matthew and looked at him, almost guiltily. He smiled and then tenderly kissed me. I returned his kiss and relaxed.

We stayed like this for a little while and I then lay back down, releasing the scent of Matthews cum which covered our stomachs; I scooped some into my hand and massaged his softening cock with it. After a minute or so, he eased himself forwards and my soft penis fell out of him. Instinctively, I moved to one side and he lay beside me. He lifted his left arm, I moved close, putting my head on his shoulder. He brought the other arm over and held me close to him, kissing me on the forehead as he did so.

'Was that so bad?' he asked.

'No', I said softly, 'no, it wasn't'.

We lay there in silence for some time until I moved; I suddenly needed some space.

'You're leaving', Matthew said in a statement rather than a question.

'Only to shower', I said, more in delaying the moment than in truth.

'I'll join you', he said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

I was conscious of him looking at me as he followed me to the bathroom. I walked into the shower and hit both taps for the respective shower heads; I didn't care about the temperature, I just needed to clean up and get out to order by thoughts. I directed the water onto my chest to rinse off his cum and then to my softened, but still thickened, cock. Matthew was soaping himself and then let the water cascade over his head. I couldn't help actively noticing, and admitting to myself, that he looked good. He noticed me looking at him and he reached for my cock; firmly he gripped it and pulled gently, milking a tear-drop of residual cum from me. He wiped it off with his finger and, without breaking my gaze, seductively licked it.

'Mmm' he hummed, 'lovely.' I felt my cock stir.

Half smiling, I reached up to turn off the shower; I needed to move.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I cursorily dried off and pulled on my shirt, pants and trousers. The rest of my stuff I crammed in my wash bag. I pushed my still damp feet into my shoes; I turned to face Matt who'd silently watched me. I went to say something, I don't recall what, but he beat me to it.

'Don't feel bad about this David' his kind eyes looking into mine, 'It was mutually good, wasn't it?' he asked.

Nodding my agreement, I said, 'Yes it was'.

'That's good', he said, 'tomorrow then?'

'Yes.' I heard myself reply as if outside of my body. 'Yes', I repeated.

I picked up the rest of my stuff and left. I almost ran down the corridor back to my room. I messed up the swipe of the keycard and the lock glowed red to show it hadn't been activated. I calmed down and swiped it again, slower this time. The light turned green and I gratefully pushed the door open; once inside, I leant against the closed door; I didn't put any lights on as the ambient light from the city below was enough. After a couple of minutes, I walked further into the room and absent mindedly undressed. I walked naked to the bathroom, picking up my wash bag on the way. I quickly rinsed my mouth and as I turned to leave, caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked back at myself. Did I look different? Did it show what I had done? Would others know? All these thought raced through my head as I stared at myself. I turned away and went back into the room and on into the bedroom. I climbed into bed and lay there staring at the ceiling. What had I done I asked myself; all the taboos had deserted me and I had done something I never would have thought myself capable of. I lay there for what felt like hours, the thoughts going through my head making sleep impossible.

I got up and stood at the window, pressed against the safety bar; it felt cold on my skin and the three feet wide strip of black granite floor between the edge of the carpet and the windows cool to my feet. I stood there for a good while, I don't know for how long, with my thoughts dragging me back to what I had done. As my thoughts unfolded and I stopped trying to make sense of what I had done, I felt my cock stirring and soon came to a full erection. Slowly, as I stood looking out across the harbour, I stroked myself, milking a little precum every few strokes and spreading it over the head of my cock. I didn't stop; I carried on until I felt myself near the edge and I still didn't stop. Standing there a little way back from the window, I came, and came hard. My cum lay in white streaks, stark against the black of the granite floor. As the spasms subsided, I felt my warm cum fall onto my legs and over my fingers; with my free hand I'd held onto the safety bar for support as I felt as if my legs would collapse.

'Fuck, that felt good', I said to the empty room.

I padded to the bathroom and rinsed myself off in the shower. I returned with a handful of tissues and cleared up the floor by the window. Dumping the paper into the bin I dropped onto the bed. My next recollection was of the room filled with daylight, it was 10 in the morning; we were due at the exhibition for noon until 7pm. How would I face Matthew I asked myself; I'd soon find out though I decided to get there early so that we met in public; I felt it would be easier that way.

Welcome to the club...From one way of life to another. Part 2 of 5 parts

Part two

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 door's open'.

I put the 'phone down. What was I doing? I asked myself, and then, before I changed my mind, I pocketed the keycard 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'.

Welcome to the club...From one way of life to another. Part 3 of 5 parts

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 keycards. 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 keycard 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 keycard 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 keycard 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 keycard 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 keycard. 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 keycard 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 keycard between the cheeks of my arse, turned, and continued towards my room.

Walking carefully, I made it without dropping the keycard again. Just as I got there, I heard the distant sound of the lift changing as it slowed down. I retrieved the keycard 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 keycard. 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.

Welcome to the club...From one way of life to another. Part 4 of 5 parts

Part four

The next couple of days passed in a bit of a haze. I can't remember much about the exhibition or how well the company stand did. We were both conscious though of my impending departure back to the UK. We spent any spare time together, going out to eat and once returning to the club where I increasingly felt comfortable. The other members accepted me and my confidence with them grew. It was accepted that Matt and I had formed a liaison. The only thing I consciously noted was that the bar staff had been joined by an older man who must have had some authority as the boys were deferential to him, but not in an obsequious way. Matt spoke to him once and he looked my way briefly and then nodded to Matt.

'I've booked dinner for us and a couple of friends for the day after tomorrow in the private dining room upstairs', he said when he returned.

I nodded; it was the last full day of my visit.

As we walked back to the hotel Matt appeared deep in thought but I didn't like to break into his reverie. When we entered the lift, he broke his silence.

'Listen', he said, 'dinner will be quite an experience. They are very private affairs, discretion is a must. Are you happy with that'?

'Yes', I replied, 'but why the drama'?

'Discretion is the number one rule of the club. They trust you David, that's why the club agreed to the dinner. If you're not happy with it now, then please say so and I'll cancel it; but, if you agree then your discretion is assumed by the club'.

'Don't cancel the dinner,' I said, I'm intrigued now'.

'You'll enjoy it David, I'm sure'.

We spent the rest of the evening in bed. Matt ordered a light supper with a couple of bottles of white wine. We sat in bed, reading the newspapers and drinking the excellent wine. Eventually, Matt dropped his paper over the side, stretched languorously, slid under the thin sheet and took my penis in his mouth. I quickly lost interest in the news.

On the day of the dinner Matt was restless and couldn't get out of the exhibition hall fast enough. Dead on time he grabbed his coat and nodded to me to follow. Outside the hall he hailed a cab and directed the driver to the hotel.

'What do I wear this evening'? I asked in the lift.

'Smart but casual clothing', he replied. 'Meet me in my room at eight and we'll take a cab to the club. We're meeting the others there.

I'd forgotten about them.

'Who are the others', I asked. 'Have I met them at the club before'?

You've seen them and they have seen you', he replied, 'and they asked to meet you'.

I was intrigued, but asked no more.

We went our different ways as we left the lift. I went to my room, stripped off and showered. I was in a state of semi-arousal. Why I don't know, it was just that there was a sexual charge in the air over the coming dinner. I'd figured out during the day that it was going to be something different, after all, why have a dinner engagement at the club if it wasn't in some connection with its purpose?

Mat had booked a cab and it was waiting at the hotel entrance as we arrived in the foyer. It looked rather better than the average cab.

'Executive hire', said Matt by way of explanation as the driver opened the door. Matt said something rapidly to the driver and we settled in the large leather seat and the cab pulled out into the busy evening traffic.

As we rode in the taxi there was a definite tension in the atmosphere between us. As we pulled up at a set of traffic lights, Matt leaned forward and touched the button to raise the glass panel between us and the driver, making it suddenly quieter. He then pulled the jack-plug of the communication system from its socket.

'Just in case,' he said.

My quizzical look encouraged him to continue.

'David,' he said, 'the two guys we're going to meet tonight, you have met before at the club.' He paused.

'Go on.' I prompted.

He hesitated and then drew in a deep breath.

'David, we are meeting as two couples': he hesitated again and then continued, 'David, I want to share you with them'.

In the silence that followed, the enormity of what he'd just said hit me. I said nothing, too shocked to respond.

'They are very interested in you, some of the reason being because they know about us but also because they know that this is new to you. Additionally, they know of my dominant side and thought I might agree.'

He paused again, and then added, 'I did agree David; I do want to share you. Since they asked, I've thought of little else.'

Wordlessly I nodded as the memory of the night he'd sent me along the corridor naked. I'd reflected on that and thought that was the limit of his dominant leanings. Clearly not.

'Do I get a say in this?' I asked.

He nodded. 'Of course you do.'

I barely noticed as the cab pulled away from the lights.

'And if I say no?' I asked.

'Then we just have dinner as arranged.' He paused. 'There is a second option however.'

I was beyond speech right now and just looked at him in a silent question.

'Dinner all together, and then we watch them and then they watch us, or visa versa.'

To my own surprise, a slight shiver of excitement ran through me at the thought.

Matt's sensitive radar picked it up and he smiled at me.

As I went to say something (I can't remember what now) he held up his hand to quieten me.

'Let me explain,' he said, and then went on, 'I haven't felt this before. I spend most of my time looking forward to the next time we can be together. Believe me, you are such a catch and especially being so new to this way of life, even though I'm sure you'll return to your former life when you return home. I just so want to show them that you are mine. There is ulterior motive but that will become apparent some time later; at present, I'm interested as to whether you'll even consider the idea.'

I sat in silence, taking in what he was saying.

'Think about it', he said, 'I've told the driver to keep driving around until I tell him to head for the club. We're never more than ten minutes away.'

He sat back, leaving me to my thoughts.

I ran the options through my head. I'd already decided on one of them. The thought of being watched did excite me. The thought of being shared, however that was to be, raised different feelings, some of which I'd allowed my mind to raise our liaison progressed. I'd tried to think how it might me with another guy. Would it have ever happened? Would I have reacted as I did with Matt? All these thought had raised themselves at some time in the night or during quiet moments in the day. As I thought of the possibilities, the feelings of wondering how it would be with another guy pushed its way to the front of my mind so strongly that my penis stirred'.

'Let's go for broke', I said, louder than I meant to. 'Share me'.

Matt's reaction was to lean forward and tap on the closed glass screen and then sit back to look at me.

'You can stop it at any time you want.' He said, putting his hand on my arm.

I responded my taking his hand and pressing it to my rigid cock seemingly trying to burst through my trousers. He smiled and gently squeezed; as he did so I felt precum flood from me. By the time we reached the club, I was soaked.

We entered the club and Matt went through the signing-in routine. We climbed the stairs to the landing where the second flight of stairs is, still with the chain across to indicate to the casual guest that access was barred, and the entrance to the bar. We turned right into the bar. It was about half full but I was more interested in scanning the room to see if I could identify who Matt had agreed to share me with. I felt as if all eyes were upon me, which of course they weren't, as I followed Matt to an empty table and chairs. We sat down and Matt signalled to the waiters. There were two whom I hadn't seen before, and an older man whose waistcoat was green and gold rather than the red and gold of the others. He had an air of authority about him and the two were clearly deferential to him. The older man came over.

'Good evening Mr Matthew', he said, 'your table is ready for you upstairs when you wish to dine.'

Matthew thanked him and ordered a bottle of champagne.

'For your last evening in Hong Kong,' he said by way of explanation.

As the waiter left, Matt leaned forward and quietly said.

'You can still back out David'.

I shook my head in silent refusal.

The waiter returned with the champagne and poured two glasses. Matt raised his glass in a toast. I returned the gesture and swallowed about half the contents of the glass in one go. I was nervous and my throat was dry. Matt caught my eye and grinned. As he did so, he looked past me and started to stand up. I turned and stood in one movement to face the man advancing across the room towards us.

He was smaller than my 5' 11" and not so broad. His features were quite sharp but he had a ready smile as he shook hands with Matt and then turned to me, proffering his hand. I shook it firmly but his grip was less firm and his hand cool to the touch.

'David, meet Richard', said Matt. 'Richard, meet David'

I said hello and Richard responded in the same way, quickly giving me an up and down appraising look. He seemed satisfied with what he saw as he smiled when he looked me back in the eye. I noticed then that his smile had a hard, almost spiteful side to it. Being taller and heavier than him, it didn't bother me as I didn't feel intimidated by his presence. It was going to be alright; I relaxed. In the short time that this was happening, Matt signalled the waiter for an additional glass.

When we were all seated, Matt kept up some form of conversation until Richard and I relaxed and joined in. Matt was certainly playing it cool as there was no rush to move to our table upstairs. As he refilled our glasses, he looked up. He abruptly put down the bottle and stood up; Richard and I followed his lead.

Advancing towards us was a well built man. He was taller and broader than me and looked strong and fit. He was tanned and had the most striking blue eyes I have ever seen in a man. He smiled and came directly towards me, extending his hand as he did so.

'Hello David, he said as he shook my hand, 'I'm Alan. I really pleased to meet you again.'

I recognised him then from when I had visited the club for the second time with Matt, after our first encounter together. I said I was pleased to meet him again. Alan turned and said hello to Richard and then Matt.

'Alan and Richard are joining us for dinner' said Matt. 'Shall we go straight up?'

We walked out of the bar and turned towards chained-off the stairs. As we approached I noticed the older waiter standing by the stairs; he reached over and unhooked the chain to let us pass. As we ascended the stairs I looked back to see him replace the chain but with himself our side of it. He followed us up.

The stairs opened up onto a semi-circular landing with three doors set at regular intervals in the curved wall opposite the stairs. We waited as the waiter joined us and he walked towards the centre door and opened it, holding it open for us to enter. Nobody had spoken since we left the bar. Nobody moved to enter the room.

'After you David', said Alan.

I stepped forward and into the room.

The room took me completely by surprise. It was shaped in the form of a circular sector forming about 90 degrees. The wall separating it from the landing formed the outer wall with a smoked glass wall opposite and concentric to it with a safety bar running its complete length. The room was about eight metres deep. In a brightly lit area beyond the smoked glass wall opposite was a raised circular Jacuzzi. I could just make out the heads of two men in it. To either side of the window I could see curved windows the same as the ones which made up the room I was in. That explained the other two doors on the landing. In the centre of each glass wall was a doorway giving access to the Jacuzzi area, the safety bar serving as the handle. As I looked a waiter emerged from the door to the right carrying a tray with two glasses filled with what looked like champagne, heading towards the Jacuzzi. What really took my attention though was the waiter; he was dressed in his tight fitting red and gold waistcoat and a black leather posing pouch held in place by a thin waistband and thong. Nothing else. He looked really striking and I momentarily reflected that this was the only overtly gay sign I'd seen in the club.

'Looks good', said Matt, breaking me from my reverie.

I focussed on the room. Against the end wall to the left was a small bar. Halfway into the room and to the left near the bar was a table set for four. On the other end wall was the entrance to a washroom. Nearer the wall by the washroom, and freestanding, was a huge square bed, strewn with pillows.

I stood there taking it all in. I had never seen anything like it and I was stuck for words. I was also very nervous again.

'Are you ready for dinner gentlemen?' enquired the waiter.

'We are thank you', Matt replied.

We sat at the set table and the waiter served the wine. As he did so, the glass door in the inner wall opened and another waiter pushed in a large covered trolley. A second waiter followed. For the next couple of hours or so the atmosphere settled down to one of relaxation as the two waiters served superb food from the trolley and the wine continued to flow.

My seat faced the Jacuzzi area and once during the meal, I noticed the near naked waiter I'd seen before approaching the Jacuzzi with a towel and what appeared to be a silk bathrobe over his arm. One of the men in the Jacuzzi stood, stepped out of it and then turned his back to the waiter who patted his back and arms dry and then held the robe so that the man could slip it on. The man was an older guy, probably in his fifties; he looked well kept and fit. He was also clearly aroused, as his penis hung heavily at an angle. He was looking at the other figure in the tub and watched as he too stood and stepped out and waited while the waiter patted him dry and then helped him into a robe. The second man was much younger than the first; I guessed early twenties at most. He was slim with long hair and very good looking. The older man said something to him and the younger man smiled and then turned towards the door to the right; the other man followed. The waiter held the door for them and then closed it behind them. I found the sexual innuendo arousing and was slightly embarrassed when I realised that Alan had been watching me. He smiled when I caught his eye but he said nothing.

Eventually, the conversation slowed and the waiters cleared the table and then left with the trolley. Our waiter asked Matt if he required anything else. Matt said they would use the Jacuzzi but to please bring four robes. When the door shut behind the waiter there was silence for a short while. I wondered what was supposed to happen now. I didn't have long to wait.

'David,' said Matt, 'why don't you go and freshen up'.

It wasn't a question. He was heading towards his dominant style.

I said nothing and rose from the table and headed for the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and stood for a while to gather my thoughts. Then I stripped off and stepped in the shower, turning the water on full blast to clear my head a little. I'd had a fair quantity of wine and felt a little light headed, a dangerous state for me as I am apt to be incautious in what I say and do. I let the water rush over me for a while; as I did so I noticed the fluted cleaner. Without hardly thinking about it I pressed the valve on the base and pushed it into me, right to its base. I enjoyed the feeling and held it there for a while as I mused how easily I found this now. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation; as I did so my cock started to react and I began to feel more confident about whatever it was that was going to follow when I returned to the room. I removed the cleaner and then soaped and rinsed. Once finished, I stopped the shower and stepped out to dry myself. I was now half-hard and had started to leak precum.

As I pulled the towel from the rack, one of the small hand-towels came away with it and fell to the floor. I left it there as I towelled myself dry with the larger towel and then stooped to retrieve it from the floor. I thought about entering the room with it wrapped around my waist but when I tried it, it was far too small for the ends to meet about my hips. I'd use the larger towel although there were four clean white bathrobes hung on hooks on the wall. As I went to wrap the larger towel around my waist, an idea struck me, probably encouraged by the wine. I thought it over for a few seconds, no more, and then made my decision.

I stepped back into the shower and stood under the falling water for a short while, soaking myself completely. I then stepped out, reached for one of the bathrobes and removed its sash. I then picked the small hand-towel and placed it around my hips. The ends didn't meet so I moved it so that the three inch wide gap ran down my left leg. I tied the sash around the towel letting the free ends hang loose by the gap. I looked in the mirror. It looked good and I felt good. The towel formed what looked like a very short skirt, with a line of unbroken skin from head to foot save for where the sash held the towel. From the front it was evident that I was aroused by the bulge my half-hard penis made. I removed two sashes from the other gowns, folded them in half and then made a loop in the folded end and slipped one over each wrist. I looked again in the mirror. My hair was still wet and dripping water over my shoulders and down my back and upper arms. The looped sashes hung down almost to the floor and my erection now quite prominent.

It was looking thus that I turned, opened the door and stepped into the room, my eyes slightly downcast. As I entered, the conversation ceased and I heard someone say under their breath.

'My God.'

The lights were brighter than I remembered, probably due to the difference from the dimmer lighting in the bathroom. In my peripheral vision to the left I saw the waiter catch Matt's eye and nod in a silent question. Matt nodded and the waiter turned and left the room. All of them had changed into the silk gowns which the waiter had brought; there was one left, presumably for me, hung over the back of one of the chairs.

I stood in silence, my eyes still downcast, and waited. I was both nervous and excited, knowing that I'd started something without having any idea of what was expected of me and how much control I'd have over whatever was going to happen.

'Come here', said Matt, breaking the silence.

I walked towards him, still not meeting anyone's gaze. I stopped in from of him, about a foot away.

'Pleasure me', he said, with a slightly hard edge to his voice.

I reached forwards and pulled at the chord around his silk gown. It parted to as far as his nipples and hung there. Without looking at him, I stooped and took his nipple between my lips and gently but firmly squeezed it. His reaction, as I knew it would be, was a sharp intake of breath through his teeth and his hand came behind my head to hold me there. Matt just loves his nipples played with. I let it go and gently sucked it and then closed my lips on it, pulled it slightly and then let it flick back. I moved my head, his hand followed it, to his other nipple and did the same. By now, I felt no nervousness at all and oblivious to Alan and Richard. Matt ran his hand to the top of my wet head and gently pressed down. Holding lightly onto his hips for support I went down onto my knees.

I felt his rigid cock run across my chest as I knelt and I pulled my head slightly back as his cock drew level with my mouth. As I opened my mouth to take him in, he changed his grip and pushed his cock fully into my mouth. I let go of his hips and pulled my head slightly back so that I could grip his cock and then took it back in. I didn't move for a short while and then pulled it out of my mouth, milked a huge tear of precum and spread it over the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth again. I paused again and then started to slowly to take him in and out of my mouth.

'Wait', Matt gasped after a short while. 'Wait', he repeated and quickly pulled away from me.

I looked down at his cock. It lifted slightly and a drop of cum leaked out. I went to lick it from him but he held my head back to stop me.

'Wait', he said again, his breathing laboured now. I waited and he stepped back slightly.

'Pleasure the others you tart', he said, stepping back a little further.

There was a movement to my left and I looked up to see Richard moving towards me, his gown open and stroking his cock.

'Me first', he said in his slightly cruel manner and stopped in front of me still stroking his cock. I registered that it was smaller than Matt's but there again, Richard was a slighter built man altogether and he wasn't fully hard. He was also shaved

'Be kind to Richard, David', said Matt in a mocking tone.

I'd previously mused on how it might be with another guy. Now I was about to find out as Richard moved towards me. I didn't need to move; I just opened my mouth as he approached me and took in the full length of his half-hard cock up to its hairless root. He kept it in my mouth by pressing against me until I took hold of his hips and pulled my head slightly away. He stayed still then whilst I moved my lips across the head of his cock. I found the eye of his cock and pushed the tip my tongue into the opening. Reaching up, I gripped the shaft and milked a small droplet of precum from him. His precum and cock tasted differently to Matt's; also, it was noticeably shorter and not as thick. By now however, it was rigid and standing out fully, his hairless balls tight and shiny. I cupped them in my hand as I did long and slow movements in and out of my mouth. He suddenly pulled away.

'Enough', was all he said and stood slightly away, breathing heavily, his eyes clamped shut. He calmed down after a few seconds and opened his eyes.

'That was a near one', he said softly.

I stole a look at Matt. He was watching, his eyes were narrowed in lust and his breathing heavy and slow.

'Now Alan', he said.

'I'll wait', Alan said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder at him. He smiled but said nothing. I noticed his gown remained closed but I could see that he was clearly aroused. Remaining on my knees, I looked back at Matt. He moved over to the windows.

'Come over here David', he said softly.

I stood and walked over to him, conscious of the eyes of Richard and Alan following me.

'Stand here', he commanded, indicating an area by the safety bar, 'and hold on to the bar'.

When I had done so, he reached for the sash on my left wrist, wrapped it a couple of time around the bar and tied it in a loose knot. He walked around to right side, pulled and did the same to my right wrist, leaving me with my back to the room. He moved away and I watched his reflection in the glass as he went to the bar area and came back with what was obviously, due to its shape, a lube bottle which he handed to Richard. He then moved to the side of me and shook off his gown. I looked steadily at him and then down to his rigid cock. It looked larger that I had seen it before. Perhaps it was; perhaps he was enjoying the audience. He moved to the other side of me as I watched his reflection. He came close and slowly undid the sash holding the small towel. He let it fall to the floor and then dropped the sash. It was a strange feeling, being tied to the bar, naked, and with my back to two virtual strangers. I looked at them in the glass, Richard with his gown still open and Alan just looking. Matt moved behind me. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me gently backwards, making me lower my shoulders and away from the bar. He left me like that and stepped away. I was now holding onto the bar, bent forward at the waist with my arms almost horizontal, exposing my vulnerable arse to the three of them.

'Lube David up for me Richard', said Matt.

Richard needed so second bidding. He stepped forward and stood behind me. I felt him pour the lube over the top of my arse and the warmth of it as it ran down the cheeks. He ran his hands over both arse cheeks, spreading the lube over them. He then parted my cheeks and poured the lube into the cleft. Using his free hand he massaged the oil up and down and across my arse entrance. I started to get hard. He helped this by pouring a little lube into the palm of his hand and reaching around me to massage it. Then, he poured more over my arse and massaged my cleft again; this time however, he took the opportunity to slide a well lubricated finger into me. I found myself pushing back onto his hand, enjoying the sensation I'd so recently discovered.

'That's enough Richard', said Matt. I felt Richard's finger slide slowly from inside me.

'Now lube me', said Matt.

I watched in the reflection as Richard poured some oil along the length of Matt's cock and then spread it with his hand. Matt nodded at Richard and he stopped; Matt then moved to stand behind me. He placed his left hand in the small of my back, his right hand moved out of my sight and I felt the now familiar feeling of him against my entrance.

He was surprisingly gentle, moving in and out a little at a time to ease himself into me. When he had his full length buried in me, he stopped moving. I looked up at his reflection and he smiled at me. To the side of us I saw that Richard was now naked: pressed close behind him stood Alan, also naked. He had his right arm around Richard, playing with his nipples whilst he stroked Richard's cock with his left. It was an erotic sight and I pushed back onto Matt's prick; this clearly had an effect as he started to move inside me with slow but short strokes. He kept up this rhythm for a little while and then began to increase the length and pace of his strokes until he was moving fully and faster into me.

Alan and Richard had now moved the side of us with Richard kneeling in front of Alan, his head moving back and forth. Alan was looking first at Matt, then to me and then to Matt's prick moving in and out of me. It was a terrific kick being watched and a great turn-on, so much so that I started to match Matt's rhythm, thrusting backwards to meet his incoming cock.

'See how much David loves being fucked by me', said Matt, each word emphasised with each thrust.

'You like me fucking you, don't you David'?

'Yes', I breathed.

'Louder', he grunted.

'Yes', I said again, grunting as he rammed into me.

'Tell them you like me fucking you', he demanded, his voice getting hoarse.

I went for it then.

'I love Matt fucking me. I love to get him hard with my mouth so that he can fuck me. I enjoy his prick ramming into my arse. I love to feel him cumming in my arse. I want him to fuck me senseless.....' On and on I went in the same vein, ramming myself back onto his prick as I spoke and then tightening it around his cock as I pulled away from him. From experience, I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I was right.

I may have been right, but it didn't prepare me for how he'd cum.

He started to make shorter but faster strokes. Then, with a hard thrust, he buried his cock into me up to its root. I felt it swell up inside me as I'd never felt it before and then he started to cum. The hotness of the initial jet caught me by surprise as did its force. Then, as he kept cumming in a seemingly endless stream, I felt his cum expand my arse as it forced its way past his cock and then the warm sensation as it leaked out of me and trickled down over my balls. With each jet he gave a strangled groan, digging his fingers into my hips as he held himself inside me.

Gradually, his spasms lessened and his grip loosened until he was still, but he stayed inside me.

'Fucking hell', breathed Richard quietly.

All that broke the silence was Matt's slow but still laboured breathing. I waited a while and then squeezed my arse together, which served to gently push out his softening cock. It came out with a quiet squelching noise and I felt his cum flow out of me and over my balls.

'You are a fucking whore David', said Matt and in saying so, slapped my arse.

I flinched slightly and waited (in pleasurable anticipation) for the next slap. It didn't come.

'Now me', said Richard.

I looked at his reflection as he moved but Alan grabbed his arm.

'No, Richard', he said, 'it's me'.

Alan stepped out from behind me and came to my side so that I could look at him. He smiled and then looked down at himself. I followed his gaze. Alan was a big man in every way and his cock was no exception.

It wasn't so much its length, but its thickness. The head of his cock was wet with precum. As I watched, he spread it further over his circumcised length. About a third of the way down it reached its thickest point before tapering again to its root. I was fascinated and apprehensive. It was certainly a beautiful cock, but I knew I could never take it inside me. I watched as Alan slowly stroked himself. When I looked at him again, he was still smiling. He must have guessed my train of thought.

'Relax David, he said, 'just relax. It'll be fine. Remember, you're lovely and slippery already from Matt'.

He moved behind me. He placed his hands on my hips and gently pulled, making me move back a little so that I was leant forward more, my tethered wrists causing my arms to outstretch further. Once I had found my new position, Richard moved into view to my left. I wondered quite what he was doing. I quickly found out.

He ducked under my outstretched arm, turned inside them to face me, reached behind to slide my arms slightly further apart and sat himself on the safety bar, leaning back against the window. This put his erect shaven cock on much the same level as my head. My attention was quickly diverted however as I felt the head of Alan's cock against my arse, tensing as I felt it press against my opening.

'Relax David.' Alan said softly. 'Relax', he said again. I tried, but I couldn't.

Alan held the light force of his cock against me as I tried to relax. I just knew I couldn't take it. This was the time to say 'No' as we'd all agreed previously.

Alan (and Richard) second guessed my thoughts. They had clearly done this before.

Without any roughness Alan simply pressed into me. As I gasped at the sudden invasion and instinctively moved away from him, Richard put his hand behind my head and, using my forward momentum, pulled my open mouth over his prick. With my face hard up against Richard's gut, I had nowhere else to move and Alan's thick cock kept coming. I grunted through my nose as he pressed firmly into me. My arse expanded to take the thickest part of his cock and then closed around his tapering shaft as he carried on relentlessly invading me. After what seemed a long time, he was fully inside me. Richard released my head and pulled his prick out of my mouth. I thankfully gulped some air.

The three of us stayed still. I felt as if my arse would burst with such a seemingly huge cock forced inside it. Richard massaged his prick a couple of times, pulling out more precum. Alan just held me tightly against him. Matt broke the silence; I'd forgotten all about him.

'He's all yours gentleman.' He said. 'He's my gift to you for the evening'.

Nobody responded or moved for a short while. Then Alan slowly pulled some way out of me until the thick section of his cock met the muscle of my opening. He paused, and then moved into me again. Matt's cum must have helped the lubrication as he slipped easily, if still painfully, into me. He paused, repeated the movement again and then stopped buried in me.

'I want to watch this', said Richard, easing himself from the bar and ducking under my left arm. He moved behind me, standing to one side. Alan obligingly repeated the previous movement.

'My God', muttered Richard.

Alan then pulled all the way out of me, immediately entering me again before I could protest, the length and breadth of his cock sliding in, aided by the lubrication of Matt's copious cum. I found it easier and relaxed slightly. I could do it. I wasn't going to shout stop now. He repeated the movement, paused, and then repeated it.

'Would you like me to continue, David'? Alan asked.

'Yes', I heard myself say.

'Good, that pleases me', he said and moved once more.

Alan's cock and my arse were fully lubricated now and I was clearly more relaxed. He moved three or four time and then stopped again. I could take it and was happy to continue.

He must have sensed my acceptance as he now began to rhythmically move in and out of me. His movements were strong and assured as he pushed his whole length into me at every stroke. As he moved, I could clearly hear the wet sound as he moved in and out, the scent of Matt's cum in the air around me. I found it arousing and found myself pushing slightly against Alan's incoming cock. As I did so, I was conscious of my semi-hard penis flopping from side-to-side as I moved.

I sensed movement beside me and glanced to see Matt on his knees in front of Richard, his mouth working on his prick. Richard was leaning slightly back, his eyes half closed with pleasure. In the window reflection, I saw Alan look too. It had an effect on us both as he picked up his rhythm and I felt able to relax a little more as I got into the whole atmosphere of the situation I'd willingly got myself into. I was still conscious of the size of him however and felt impaled on his cock at the end of each inward thrust. I wondered how long he could go on; it was pointless to try to tighten my arse on him as it was stretched to its maximum; I couldn't make it any tighter.

Richard unwittingly half solved my dilemma.

Pulling himself out of Matt's hungry mouth he moved across to my side, sat down on the floor and moved himself to sit underneath me, his legs between my parted ones. He reached to take hold of my hips above where Alan's gripped me and then took my penis in his mouth. It was so unexpected, as was the pleasurable feeling it gave me. It was probably his action which spurred Alan on to greater things. He paused for a heart-beat and then started to drive into harder, serving to drive my penis deep into Richard's mouth. On the first drive in, I heard him gag with the unexpected lunge and he drew slightly away to prevent it happening again. Alan continued his harder drive. I waited.

The helpfulness of Matt's lubrication was beginning to fade; this and the tightness of my arse around Alan's cock were clearly having an effect as I sensed his control leaving him. He then caught me and Richard by complete surprise.

Alan let the grip of his right hand go and in one movement slid his arm across my lower stomach, pulling me hard onto him. He gave a loud gasp and bodily lifted me clear of Richard's mouth and my feet off the floor. With me holding on to the bar for support and impaled on his cock with most of my weight on it, Alan came with a roar which I'm sure must have been heard around the club.

I was immediately aware of his cum jetting into me, followed almost immediately by a great feeling of fullness as his cum had nowhere to escape as he filled my arse completely. It was impossible for my arse to expand further and it now felt as if it would burst under the hydraulic pressure of his trapped cum. Soon, the pressure won and I felt it forcing its way past his cock; the pain eased slightly and I relaxed. As his spasms decreased so did the girth of his cock and I felt his cum reach my arse opening, spill out and trickle across my balls. He'd let me go now and I stood, albeit shakily, and Richard moved from under me.

Alan was spent; however, he made no move to come out of me, holding me to him as I felt his cock shrinking slowly, my arse contracting with it but still gripped around it. There was silence in the room; all I could hear was Alan's breathing. I looked sideways at Matthew; he was stood looking at me, stroking his cock and smiling. Richard was now stood beside him, his cock rigid, his eyes half-closed in that slightly cruel look I'd seen before.

As my arse contracted, I felt it start to squeeze out Alan's softening cock. He pulled me harder onto him but eventually my strained arse won and he slipped from me making a soft squelching sound as his penis fell out of me. His cum followed it; I felt the warm flood leave me and flow across my already wet balls and then onto the back of my legs.

Alan let go of me and moved away and into my vision.

'That was some fuck David', he said. 'Thanks for sharing him Matt', he continued.

'Now it is my turn', I heard Richard say as he moved behind me.

'Wait', I said. 'Give me a minute, my arse feels like it's on fire'.

To this day I don't why I didn't just say 'no more'.

'I'll soon cure that', Richard said and moved to my left towards the bar.

We all watched as he lifted the lid from the ice bucket and dipped his hand in. He replaced the lid and then tuned towards me holding up his right hand to show two of his fingers capped with the thimble shaped ice blocks. He advanced towards me and then behind me out of my vision. I was at first puzzled and then quickly realised what he was going to do. I tightened my arse in anticipation but I could feel it remained stretched from Alan's use as I could still feel cum oozing from me.

The coldness hit me and I instinctively moved away but Richard's hand was quicker than me and he pushed the ice into my arse as far as his finger would reach. I gasped as the second one followed it in quick succession. It was a strange feeling, my arse feeling hot and raw around a core of intense cold. So hard had the feeling hit my concentration I hardly felt the tip of Richards smaller cock enter me, reach the ice, and push it deeper into me the length of his prick.

'Fuck that's cold', he said.

It certainly was as I could feel it cooling Alan's cum which was now lubricating Richard. He didn't stay still for long and I can understand why. As he moved in and out of me the heat of my arse was quenched by the melting ice. His movements pushed the cold ahead of him and I could feel the heat of his cock in me. He quickly picked up a rhythm of strokes and I sensed that the long wait for his turn had sapped his control. He made really hard strokes into me, his lower stomach hitting my arse as his shaven root met it. I was immune to his attempted ramming into me, Alan's huge cock had seen to that. Indeed, I started to ram back onto him as I now wanted this over. It worked. Richard gripped my hips and pulled me onto him as he suddenly came, pushing the ice a little further into me.

It was a weird feeling. Firstly, the rush of hot cum, quickly followed by a strange cold sensation as his cum rapidly cooled as it hit the ice. His cumming didn't seem to last very long nor as much as the other two but it clearly pleased him as he grunted and muttered obscenities as he came.

He finished with a long drawn out breath and almost at the same time withdrew from me. He walked to my left and, giving me a slightly contemptuous look, reached down and released my left wrist from the bar.

'You can do the other one', he said casually, turned and walked to the bar.

I freed my right wrist and stood up, letting both robe sashes fall to the floor and looked around me. On the bed, Alan was laid out full-stretched, his hands behind his head and legs parted. Between his legs Matt was knelt, wiping Alan's cock with a flannel taken from the small bowl of water next to the bed. As I watched, Matt dropped the flannel into the bowl; he then moved back slightly paused over Alan's now stiffening cock and lowered his head, taking it into his mouth.

I glanced at Alan and he grinned back at me. Matt was oblivious as he worked on Alan's cock, his kneeling position pushing his arse high in the air. For some reason, Matt's action made me slightly angry as he'd let me be used and was now apparently disinterested in me. My feeling was compounded by the sensations caused by the leaking of water and copious amounts of cum from my arse, down the back of balls and then my legs. I eyed Matt's unturned arse and then glanced at Alan. He caught my gaze and nodded. My cock was now fully stiff and leaking precum. I spread it over its head and moved towards the bed. Alan must have guessed my thoughts as, when I neared the bed, he reached down and held onto Matt's head. He nodded at me again.

I needed no second bidding. In one smooth motion I knelt behind Matt, gripped my wet prick and rammed it fully into Matt's upturned arse. His head sprung for Alan's cock as he gasped, either in surprise or pain, or both. His reaction made him move away, taking him along Alan's body. I followed. As Matt's head drew level with Alan's shoulder, Alan put his big arms around him, gripping him in a bear-hug. Matt gasped again, in surprise this time I felt. I needed no more encouragement from Alan.

With only the lubrication provided by my precum I fucked Matt. It was raw sex born out of the angry feeling I had, I know not why. It was little short of rape. Alan held Matt fast as I rammed as hard and roughly as I could into him. Matt gasped, called out things which were muffled by Alan's chest, grunted and gripped the bed sheets in his tightly clenched fists.

I don't think it went on for long, I can't really recall, only that when I came I thought my heart would fail, so powerful was the release of pent-up feeling. I do remember however that as I came, the anger subsided and a great feeling of relief washed over me. When I finished, I stayed inside Matt; Alan let go of him but none of us moved.

'Bastards', Matt murmured, but that was all he said.

I pulled my softened cock from Matt, looking down as I did so. There were small spots of blood, mixed in with my cum. I must have been rougher than I realised. I turned to head for the shower room. As I did so, I caught Richard's eye. He was leant with his back against the bar, drink in hand. He raised it in silent salute.

'Not so submissive then', he said. His glance flipped down, taking in my cum streaked penis.

I walked over to where my silk robe had been left by the waiter. I didn't put it on. I held it loosely in one hand, letting it drag across the floor as I headed for the shower. I spent at least ten minutes under the hot shower. I no longer pondered on what I was doing or how I felt. I soaped myself and used the fluted cleaner to flush out the residue cum. After towelling myself dry I shrugged on the silk rope and went back into the room. The light had been dimmed. I was right then, they had been brighter when I previously left the bathroom. I shrugged and thought nothing more of it. The room was empty; I looked right and saw the three of them in the Jacuzzi with one of the near naked waiters standing next to them with four glasses on a tray. I walked into the area just as the waiter finished placing the glasses on the ledge around the side of the tub. The waiter held out his hand to take my robe. Instead, I turned my back to him and he instinctively reached and slid the robe from me; his hand running down my back as he did so. I glanced at him and he widened his eyes ever so slightly in acknowledgement that I'd noticed the contact. I climbed up the short ladder and into the tub. All three had taken their glasses; I took mine and as I turned around, they all raised their glasses towards me.

'Cheers', they chorused. I raised my glass in turn. Never had ice-cold champagne tasted so good.

We sat in the tub for a while relaxing making small-talk. I felt totally at ease now, naked in male company without any inhibitions. Once, as we talked, Alan, who was sat opposite me, ran his foot gently over my penis, slippery in the bubbling soapy water. I looked up and he grinned at me; I don't think the others noticed. Alan did notice however that my cock had stirred. He winked at me. I had the feeling that he was more interested in me than just for this evening; not that anything could come of it as I only had tonight before leaving for the UK.

The entrance of the older waiter broke the mood. He nodded to Matt and then left.

'We should move guys, they want to clear the room'

We left the tub in turn. The two waiters had appeared with towels and patted each of us dry and helped us into our robes. The one who had touched me earlier had towelled me and helped me with my robe. I was struck how good looking he was and how good he looked in just the waistcoat and thong. I noticed that Richard was roused and eyeing up one of the waiters, who appeared not to notice. I looked as the waiters left with the damp towels, noticing what a well-formed arse my waiter had. How I'd changed my view of things!

We changed into our clothes. As we did so, Matt suggested a brandy in the bar to round off the evening. We all agreed and headed down the stairs. As we entered the bar I felt a little self-conscious as I'm sure the members would know the reason for us all being together. I needn't have worried. There were only eight or so men in there. The older waiter was in conversation with two well presented men who both looked up as we entered; both of them making brief eye contact with me. One of the men withdrew an envelope from inside his suit jacket and passed it to the waiter. They then both rose and left, bidding us good-night as they went. The waiter looked in our direction and Matt ordered four large brandies.

We made light conversation whilst we waited for our drinks. After a few minutes the waiter came with our drinks, serving firstly Matt, then Alan, Richard and lastly, me. After he placed my drink on the table he put beside it an envelope with my name on it, written in perfect copper-plate handwriting. It was the same envelope I'd seen one of the recently departed men pass to him. I looked at him but he expertly avoided my gaze, turned and left the room. As he passed the bar he nodded to the two barmen who bowed in return. When he closed the door behind him, the two barmen visibly relaxed.

'Well, aren't you going to open it?' Matt asked, breaking into my thoughts.

I looked at him and then the others; I rapidly realised that there was more to this. Alan reached down, picked up the paper knife and handed it to me. I paused for a few seconds, took it from him, inserted the knife under the flap of the envelope and slit it open.

In the envelope was a single sheet of high quality notepaper folded in three. Opening it revealed a few line of meticulous handwriting, the same as on the envelope.

It read:

Dear David, It gives me great pleasure to welcome you as a full member of our club. The committee is unanimous in its decision to accept you as a valued new member of the club and are confident that you will exercise the discretion that we expect. On proposing your membership, members have spoken favourably to the committee on the value of your company and good manners both to them and also to the staff. Recent events also played a significant part in the committee's decision.

The letter went on to outline the cost of membership and mentioned 'certain benefits' offered albeit without being specific as to what the benefits were. The letter ended with the usual courtesies and was signed with flourish by a name I didn't know.

I quickly scanned the letter again. As I reached the end of it, a light ripple of polite applause brought me out of my thoughts. Looking up I saw my three companions smiling at me and beyond them the members present also smiling. I was taken aback by the suddenness of it all and with a flood of questions which were overtaken by the obvious need to say something. I stood up.

'Gentlemen,' I began hesitantly, 'I thank you all for the trust that you have given me and I can assure you that it is valued and will be guarded by me.' I paused, stuck for something fitting to continue. Then, I realised it was easy: I continued 'I take it this means that I am now able to buy you all a drink?' I turned to look at the barmen. 'Drinks all round please', I called. The men all stood and applauded again. I was a member.

Alan and Richard came out to the cab to say their goodbyes. Alan clasped both his hands around mine as we shook hands. He thanked me and said he felt sure we'd meet again in the not too distant future. Richard, ever the cooler of the two, shook my hand and said he hoped to meet me again sometime. They both waved as the taxi drew away.

Welcome to the club...From one way of life to another. Part 5 of 5 parts

Welcome to the club

On the way back the hotel, the questions crowded in. Who are the committee? When has the committee ever seen me? What recent events? What benefits? Why now when I was about to return to the UK, probably never to return here? What was the 'ulterior motive' you mentioned on the way here? Matthew shrugged off the questions with vague answers, a couple of times he 'didn't know' and a few times just 'enjoy the moment.' As we neared the hotel, he put his hand on my arm and leant nearer to me.

'David, just be patient, all will become clearer over time; just let it happen; you'll soon know everything. Remember, discretion is all. Now, let's leave it there.'

I let it go, but it didn't satisfy my questions. I knew it would be a waste of time asking. Besides, I was going home tomorrow. Enjoy the moment Matt had said. I decided I would, and left it there.

We rode up in the lift together. Matt asked how I'd got on with my packing. I said I'd all but completed it and just needed the essentials to tide me over until I left for the airport the next afternoon. The lift stopped and we stepped out into the corridor. We both hesitated.

'Will you stay with me for the night'? Matt asked quietly.

'Yes', I replied without hesitation, 'of course I will'

We left our clothes where we dropped them as we undressed on our way to the bedroom. By the time we fell onto the bed together we were both aroused and rolled and kissed, fondled and playfully wrestled naked until we lay side by side quietly sucking each other. By silent mutual consent, neither of us came. We slowed and then turned around; in this position, wrapped around each other, we both slept.

I was woken in the morning by Matt stirring in the bed. I looked at the clock. It wasn't late. I was due at the airport in the afternoon so we had some time. Matt was laid on his back, eyes half closed, with just the thin sheet covering him. It followed his form around his parted legs and torso. I could plainly make out the form of his penis laying back across his stomach. I sat up and slowly pulled the sheet across his body towards his feet, revealing his body in a strangely erotic way. I pulled the sheet completely away and let it fall to the floor. Rising from the bed, I repositioned myself to lay front down between his legs. I paused and then took his penis into my mouth.

I worked on his hardening cock with my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, running my lips along the underside of its length, then with my parted teeth, then pushing the tip of my tongue into its wet and slippery opening. I didn't touch him at all with my hands. After some time he started to try to push into my mouth but I avoided it until he stopped trying and then started on him again. He soon realised that the only way I was going to continue was for him to cease trying to force the pace. I continued for some time and then started to take him fully into my mouth although still not touching him with my hands. Occasionally, I spread his leaking precum over the head of his cock with my tongue before taking him fully into my mouth again. His breathing started to get heavier. Eventually, he grunted through gritted teeth, one word.

'David!' he gasped.

I didn't stop. A few seconds later, he gasped out loud as the first rush of his cum flooded into my mouth. I held him half in my mouth as he came, tasting his cum on the back of my throat as he filled my mouth. He was whimpering slightly as each jet burst from him but he said nothing. He quietly subsided as the orgasm faded until it stopped. I slowly withdrew my mouth from his softening cock, keeping my lips around it so as not to lose his cum. As it fell away from my lips, I moved upwards along his body until my head was over his. He sensed what I was about to do and raised his head a little, his lips slightly parted. I lowered my head until we were a couple of inches apart. I parted my lips.

His cum hung suspended from my lips for a second or two until the weight of it fell onto his lips. When it did so I lowered my mouth to his and lightly kissed him, sliding my lips across his, spreading his cum around our mouths. This seemed to release both our feelings. We kissed heavily and passionately. We hungrily passed his cum between us as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I ground my hard cock against his soft wet penis as hard as I could while at the same time we kissed heavily, sometimes clashing out teeth together. The scent and taste of his cum served to drive me on and I had to pull away slightly from him to avoid cumming. Eventually, we calmed down as the supply of cum diminished as we'd swallowed some and spread it around each other's mouths. I lifted my lips from his.

'Turn over', I whispered, lifting my weight from him.

Wordlessly, he rolled face down, pulling a pillow towards his head as he did so. He made himself comfortable and then parted his legs. I hadn't realised how lovely a willingly offered arse could look. I reached over him for the bottle of lube I now knew he kept in the small cupboard next to the bed. I inserted the nozzle into his opening and gently squeezed the bottle until the excess lubrication flowed out of him. Returning the bottle to the side of the bed, I ran the tip of my hard cock over his opening spreading the lube around it and over the head of my cock. Pressing gently against his arse, the head of my prick entered him surprisingly easily. I pulled out once and then fully into him in one slow movement. Matt sighed as pressed against him when I was into him up to the root of my cock. We lay like this for a while, enjoying the feeling and the quiet. Then I started to move.

The only way which adequately describes the next half-hour or so is that I made love to him.

That is how it felt. I concentrated solely upon his pleasure as I moved slowly in and out of him. I occasionally gave a couple of firmer strokes which caused him to expel a grunt. Sometimes I stopped fully buried in him and then pressed hard against him to gain a fraction of an inch more into him. I stopped when I felt I would cum, waiting until the feeling subsided and then carrying on. Making love is the only way I can think to describe this last time together.

When I stopped to wait for the feeling of impending orgasm to fade, Matt broke the silence.

'Please don't stop David', he said softly.

I didn't reply. I waited until the feeling had subsided completely and then started to move again. Now I wouldn't stop again.

The feeling started deep within some place inside of me and flowed up through my body and into Matt. I came with a startling force. I buried myself into him as deep as I possibly could as the feeling raged through my body. I cried out, I know not what, as it racked my body; the feeling so intense, almost bordering on pain. Beneath me, Matt writhed, pushing his arse against me, intensifying the feeling. As the spasms faded we both quietened until we lay still and silent. I moved my head down and, managing to stay inside him, gently gave a series of light kisses across the tops of his shoulders. After a short while his arse muscles gently contracted and slowly pushed out my penis. I pulled away from him and Matt rolled over onto his back. I lay back on top of him and we kissed; I could still taste his cum on our lips.

We lay like this for a while. Then, as we knew it would, time caught up with us and Matthew was the one who broke the spell.

'We have to get you to the airport', he said quietly

The next hour was spent in virtual silence. We showered together, mutually and wordlessly soaping each other. Occasionally, we would embrace and kiss but nothing was said. I dried myself as Matt watched me and then I moved into the sitting area to dress in my travelling clothes, a lightweight suit which I would be wearing for the next 14 hours or so. Eventually, we were both dressed. My luggage had been delivered to Matt's room and was by the door. He picked up the 'phone and asked for the bellboys to take my cases. True to protocol, the bellboy took a separate elevator while Matt and I rode in another. We didn't speak or touch.

In the foyer, I went to head for the check-out desk but Matt held my arm and said it had all been taken care of. I asked what about the extras I'd had: he didn't reply, he just shook his head in reply. Outside I asked the Concierge for one of the urban red cabs to take me to the airport: Matt countermanded my request saying that he'd taken care of it. As he did so, a black limousine cruised up to the entrance. A chauffeur got out, walked around the car, picked up my case and loaded it into the back of the car. He then opened the rear door for Matt and me to enter. This all happened quite quickly.

Matt got in first, as I went to follow him the chauffeur said, very softly, almost whispered, 'Welcome to the club'

I looked at him but his features remained impassive. I followed Matt into the back of the car.

During the ride out to the airport at Chek Lap Kok we never spoke. Every now and then, Matt would take my hand in his and gently squeeze it and then let it go. In front of us, the chauffer, behind the darkened glass screen, studiously kept his eyes on the road. Eventually, we arrived at Terminal 1 but didn't stop at the dropping-off point, continuing instead to an area where a white-gloved uniformed man directed the car to a set of glass doors. The chauffer got out and opened the door and then went to the rear of the car. As we got out, he pulled out my luggage and placed it on to a trolley which had been brought out by a uniformed porter.

We entered the terminal to the organised chaos which is Hong Kong International airport. I headed towards the British Airways desks but Matt took my arm and indicated that we follow the guy with the trolley. I went to ask why, but Matt's look stalled the question. I followed them into the Cathay Pacific area where we then turned away from the queues for the check-in desks. As I scanned the area, not knowing quite what was going on, a man at the club-class desk raised his hand in our direction. I looked at Matt, he looked almost angry and I was at a loss to comprehend what was going on.

'Welcome to the club', he said through gritted teeth, almost bitterly.

'Matt, what's going on', I demanded, 'my ticket's for BA not Cathay Pacific and certainly not for club-class.'

'You've been upgraded' he said tersely. 'Welcome to the club', he repeated.

Somewhat in a daze, I checked in and watched as my luggage disappeared into an area behind the desk, hopefully to be seen again at London Heathrow. The man behind the desk proffered my boarding pass.

'Welcome to the club, you have the single seat by the window' he said.

Absentmindedly, I took the pass, thanked him and turned away from the desk. How far does this club reach?, I asked myself.

'Departures are over here.' Matt indicated sharply, turning away as he did so.

I followed him until he stopped suddenly some way before the desk. He turned to face me, holding out his hand.

'This is where we say goodbye', he said abruptly.

I looked at him and realised that his eyes were wet.

'David', he gulped, 'I'm not finding this easy; I have to go.'

He reached for my hand, squeezed it, turned and walked swiftly away. It was over in seconds. I stood somewhat bemused as he all but ran to the exit.

I watched him go. I tried to make sense of it until I realised how simple the explanation was. The dawning of it hit me hard as I realised what it was and my own emotions welled up inside me. I turned, trying to make out the departures desk through misted eyes.

Inside the departures area, I colleted my thought and emotions. Routinely, I bought a few things for my wife and then generally wandered around before entering the club-class lounge. This is the life I reflected as I accepted the glass of champagne from the unbelievably beautiful girl.

The flight was uneventful as it was luxurious. I watched the clouds scud buy as the aircraft climbed out and then finally settled comfortably into the cruise. With my seat reclined and fuelled by further glasses of champagne and superb food, the flight passed in phases of comfort, sleep, and breakfast. I rose to wash and shave and retuned to my seat as we began the long decent to London Heathrow. As we did so, a rather handsome steward colleted my breakfast dishes. He enquired had I had a comfortable flight. I replied that I'd found it most relaxing. He seemed genuinely pleased. Why did I find him handsome I asked myself, when I'd never noticed men in such a way before?

'All part of the club service', he said as he moved away. I could get used to this, I thought to myself.

My wife, Julia, was waiting for me in the arrivals hall at Heathrow. She clung to me and I enjoyed the scent of her as I hugged her to me. When we got to the car she asked if I was up to driving as she hated the motorway. I said I'd be fine and we headed for home rather quicker than if my wife had driven, arriving home some three hours later. We talked over a light supper and a bottle of white wine. I went to unpack my suitcase but my wife had other ideas. She said to leave it until the morning. I knew what she really meant.

Whether it was a result of my recent sexual activities or my wife's lack of it whilst I'd been away I'm not sure, but our lovemaking that night was robust to say the least. She clearly enjoyed the roughness of it, indulging herself in fantasies about being semi-raped, muttering obscenities and urging me to ram roughly into her, pulling her leg high up to gain the maximum penetration. Later in the night, she woke me by sucking on my penis and we made love again, this time in a gentler fashion. Over the next two days, the two days the company gave staff returning from Asia to acclimatise to the time difference, we settled back into our life.

On returning to the office, I looked at the endless stream of emails waiting for my attention. I deleted anything over two days old to make sense of them, working on the premise that if anything in the deleted pile was urgent, somebody would get back to me. Some welcome news however was delivered by the Director regarding an application and interview for assistant director I'd had prior to leaving for Hong Kong (the same position as Matt held out there). He congratulated me on gaining the position. It would mean some visits to our sister companies; at the rank of assistant director however, one was able to take one's wife or partner. Did I have a problem with travelling? I told him that I didn't and that my wife would be delighted if she was able to accompany me. He said he was pleased and we chatted about things of minor importance for a while. He then changed the subject.

'Just let me close the door', he said, rising as he did so. He closed the door and returned to the seat.

'On another matter'' he said, and then hesitated - 'Welcome to the club David'.

I must have looked surprised as I know I flushed with embarrassment.

'Don't be embarrassed David', he said, 'it's not often that prospective candidates receive a unanimous vote of acceptance'.

I didn't reply as my mind was now in some confusion as I tried to figure out where this conversation was going. He sensed my uncertainty.

'The moment you stepped out of that bathroom your membership was assured', he said.

I looked at him askance but said nothing. He continued.

'You will have noticed that the club has rather an international flavour which is reflected in its membership; the committee is no exception. In order to meet as a group, the committee needs to agree a set time and date and have a web-based meeting. They use this method to meet in order to manage the club, set fees and such like. It is a convenient way to get the members to meet. There are twelve committee members overall and are considered quorate at nine member. The only exception being that the full committee must meet to consider a membership proposal; as you know, a person cannot apply to be a member, they have to be proposed and sponsored by another club member.' He paused then, waiting for me to say something.

'Please continue', was all I could think to say. He did so.

'For membership consideration, meetings are arranged by way of a video web-cast, with each member having a voting button.' He stopped, and appeared to be waiting.

My thoughts raced as I tried to pull back memories of things said in the past and recollections of seemingly disjointed instances. He must have noticed my bewilderment as he repeated something he'd said earlier.

'The moment you stepped out of that bathroom your membership was assured', he repeated.

Then it hit me. Matt's ulterior motive. The lights, they were brighter when I'd left the bathroom and stayed that way until I returned to it. The whole thing had been broadcast to the committee in real time. They'd seen everything.

In the silence that followed, he leaned forward and opened his brief-case. He took from it an envelope and handed it to me. Dumbly, I took it; it was slightly heavy. I opened it and tipped the contents onto my desk. Out slid a DVD case. On the front of the cover was a picture of me, my mouth jammed over Richards prick whilst Alan entered my arse. The Director broke the silence.

'Only members of the committee see that,' he said, and continued, 'that is your copy; we find it a good way of ensuring discretion.' He smiled as he said it.

'You should find the time to look at it; you'll be surprised how excited you become'.

He rose to go. He held out his hand and I shook it, somewhat in a daze.

'Welcome to the club David.' He turned and left my office.

Nothing stays the same...

I did find time to view the DVD and have to admit to finding it a great turn-on. I was troubled about keeping it securely so rented a small deposit box at my bank. I've taken it out from time to time when my wife has been away and it continues to excite me.

Things moved on in the office over the next three months. Matt got promoted in Hong Kong and moved out of the hotel into a company apartment. We spoke on the 'phone a couple of times and he hinted that when I next visited I'd be staying with him. The thought excited me.

A little while afterward, it was announced that Matt was to visit for five days for the board meeting. He would be accompanied by the recently recruited head of sales from the Asia office, Jia Li. A social event was organised so that managers could meet them both. Partners were invited.

It was strange meeting Matt again, especially with my wife present. We made eye contact as we shook hands and Matt held on a little longer but not so long that others would notice. With him was Jia Li. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement; even my wife remarked on her looks. With her striking oriental features and long black hair, she commanded every man's attention, including mine. I caught Matt's eye and he winked. Eventually, Matt, Jia Li, Julia and I were talking together. Julia offered to show Jia Li the city sights the following afternoon. The Director overheard this and pronounced it a 'good idea' as Matt and I would need to 'talk business'.

The next day Matt and I found somewhere quiet to go and we chatted for a while about not much before he broached the subject of his apartment. He enthused about the privacy, the sitting room, the two huge bedrooms and the view. He said how much he was looking forward to me staying with him and how I'd be lucky if he let me out of his vast bed. During this time I was roused and I wanted him like crazy. Eventually we headed for my house as Julia had offered a simple dinner and they had both accepted.

When we arrived at my house, the girls hadn't returned. The red light was blinking on the answer phone. I played the message; it was Julia to say they were running late and wouldn't be back before 7pm. We had an hour. We didn't bother with too much foreplay; within minutes we were on the floor naked sucking and rolling about on each other. Matt being experienced was able to take me lubricated only with my precum, not that there was a chance of making him sore as I came after a couple of minutes or so. Conscious of the time, he rolled me over and took me in his mouth, making me cum as he worked his finger in and out of me.

Within the half hour, we were dressed and looking respectable for the girls who came back a little later. They'd had a great day in the stores and returned laden with bags, the cost of the contents of which I didn't dare contemplate. The evening was most convivial and it was midnight before any of us realised. They both rose to go. Matt kissed my wife goodbye and shook hands with me saying that he'd see me tomorrow before they left for the airport. Julia and Jia Li embraced in a goodbye and Jia Li kissed me ever so lightly on the cheek, barely touching me. Her perfume wafted around me. She was one lovely woman. We waved them off in the taxi, watching as is disappeared down the lane from our house.

In bed, Julia was mischievous and flirty; I was a little unsure if I could perform having spent myself with Matt. I needn't have worried; as we started to make love she kept telling me to imagine I was fucking Jia Li. I did, calling her Jia Li as we went wildly at it; we didn't last long as the fantasy aroused us more that we'd realised and Julia finished with a shuddering orgasm of the sort that I can only induce in her orally.

The next morning, Matt came into the office, shutting the door behind him and then sat down.

'Right', he started, 'I've seen the Director and he's agreed to you coming out to Hong Kong for four weeks. Julia is invited for the final two weeks, all paid for. Jia Li made the suggestion for Julia to accompany you. The reason for the split is that it gives you and me time on our own after work. Does all this suit you?' He asked.

Even though it had all been delivered in a rush, I said it did and I'm sure Julia would enjoy the two weeks and asked him to pass on my thanks to Jia Li for suggesting it. He grinned.

'Fancy Jia Li do you?' he asked.

'She is rather lovely', I replied in a non-committed tone. He grinned again.

'Forget it', he said. 'She has no interest in men whatsoever. The reason she supported you coming out Hong Kong was so that Julia could come with you'.

I looked at him as I realised what he was saying. I laughed.

'No chance', I said, 'never in a million years, Julia's straight.'

'So were you that I remember', he said, 'Jia Li is a very determined lady and seldom unsuccessful'.

'Not this time', I said, 'I'll bet good money on it'.

'You're on', he replied quickly. 'I'll wager œ100 Jia Li will succeed.'

He held out his hand to seal the wager.

'You're on', I replied, shaking his hand and accepting the bet on my wife not being seduced by a woman.

'The money's already mine.' he said, 'For the œ100, I'll even include a copy of the DVD as evidence. Oh, by the way, did I say that Julia and Jia Li have already made arrangements to go shopping for a day towards the end of your visit? It's at the same time as you and I will be away for three days in the New Territories. Whilst we're away, they are both staying in my apartment.'

I realised then that this had been planned for some time. Matt was nothing if not a planner!

I leave for Hong Kong in the next few days. I have the feeling that it's going to be an interesting four weeks.

I would welcome comments on this story at mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk