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From One Way Of Life To Another - 4
by Mr. BS (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

*** 

A straight married man's life slowly changes and, with 
it, his old prejudices. Part 4 of 5 parts. (MM, reluc, 
oral, anal)

***

Part 4

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 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.

To be continued...

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

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