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From One Way Of Life To Another - 1
by Mr. BS (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

*** 

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

***

From one way of life to another, Welcome to the club
                             

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 key cards 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 my 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 key card 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.

Part 2 of 5 parts. 

Some feedback to mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk would be 
welcome.

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