Date: Sat, 16 May 2015 20:47:29 +0200
From: Thomas Edward <thomas.edward@mail.com>
Subject: Wednesdays with D (Chapter 1)

Authors Note

This story takes place in a world where STIs are not an issue therefor you
will not read of the use of condoms. The author vociferously supports safe
sex and this should not be seen as supporting or recommending unsafe
practices.

This is work of fiction and any resemblance to actual persons or events are
coincidental.

Any feedback or thoughts are welcome and appreciatively received.

24th May 2014

The sound of traffic hit me as soon as I opened the door of my cab; Kings
Cross during afternoon rush hour is usually a cacophony of sound. I could
make out the usual rumble of traffic and trains, snippets of conversation,
the sound of heels on cobbles. The warm sunshine struck my face as I looked
up at the clock tower or the Renaissance Hotel, it was only May, and the
sunshine was filled with the promise of a pleasant summer, though of
course, still not quite what I was used to back home. I walked across the
flagstones and entered the hotel where the porter helpful relieved me of my
overnight bag, laptop bag and suit jacket, which I'd been carrying, slung
over my shoulder.

The receptionist greeted me by name as I walked up to the desk; most of the
staff were at least familiar now that this had become my usual Wednesday
routine.  Pleasantries completed and paperwork signed she handed me my card
key and directed me to one of the hotels suites. I felt a brief flutter in
my chest, if he had booked a suite instead of the usual standard room, then
maybe he had remembered?

I walked through the grand hall, with it's vaulted ceiling to the lift and
preceded to my floor, waked through the corridor with the soft, plush
carpet melting underfoot. The room was laid over 2 floors with a staircase
hugging the circular wall down to the bedroom. The porter, efficient as
ever, had already delivered my bags and hung-up my suit jacket. I pulled at
tie around my neck, loosened it and then slid it from around my neck, next
my cufflinks and then I began to unbutton my shirt, it slid off my
shoulders and landed softly on the floor, where it was soon joined by my
trousers. I could hear mother, all the way from Singapore, chastising me
for not hanging them immediately. I stood in my underwear, tight white
hipster briefs, and looked at myself in the mirror. I had been away from
Singapore for a little over a year and the British winter had made me
noticeably paler. I inspected myself in the mirror, played with my hair,
which was starting to get too long and gently pulled at the little ripples
of fat that had appeared in the past couple of months, it was time to
increase the gym to three times a week. I walked towards the bathroom and
turned on the shower. Steam filled the room as I grabbed my toiletries from
the bedroom.

I stepped into the large shower and felt the water cascade over me; I felt
the memory of the last time I had stayed in this room wash over me as
well. The memory was over powering and I was taken back: I could feel his
hands holding my wrists, the weight of his body against mine, pushing me
against the cold glass of the shower cubicle, my dick hard and throbbing
pressed up against the glass, feeling my feet pushed apart and then, my
breath caught in my chest again...

I slowly exhaled and grabbed the razor, no time to lose myself in the
memory, I started to tidy up around my cock and balls with the razor, being
Asian I was blessed with the stereotypical minimal body hair that he liked,
but there were still a few stray hairs here and there, mostly those
creeping towards my belly button. Hairs removed, I grabbed the shower gel
and lathered up, tugging at my cock a few times, it still being half raised
at the memories of last time. Hair and body washed I stood and let the
water rinse me off for a few minutes, slowly the reducing the temperature
until only cold water poured over me and my erection fully subsided.

As I wrapped a towel around my waist and slipped on a bathrobe the steam in
the bathroom began to clear I heard movement from the bedroom, was he
early? I strode over to the door, but it wasn't him, apparently the suite
came with a butler, who had apparently decided to unpack for me and judging
by his expression was a little startled by what he had found in my bag.  To
his credit he didn't let it show for more than a second and proceeded to
hang the leather harness in the wardrobe

"Good afternoon, sir"

"Hello"

"My name is George, I'll be your butler for this evening, I'll be pleased
to assist you with anything I can"

George filled his suit perfectly and the skinny black tie looked a little
too small for him across his broad chest. He was immaculately presented,
hair styled perfectly and cleanly shaved, his accent was German or Eastern
Europe. Even though I had spent the past year travelling around Europe with
work my ear still couldn't detect exactly where the accent originated.

"I believe sir has booked dinner for 8pm? Can I assist with anything in the
mean time? Would you like me to lay out your clothes? Can I get you a drink
or anything from the kitchen?"

I realise it was his job, but there was something very endearing about his
eagerness to please.

I smiled

"I think I shall be more than capable of laying out my clothes, but perhaps
a sparkling water?"

George nodded curtly, turned and proceeded up the stairs, presumably to
call the bar. If I thought his chest was filling the suit well, it had
nothing on his ass that, quite frankly, could make a man weep. It took a
lot of self-control not to run after him and launch myself at it. I walked
back through to the bathroom to finished making myself presentable. I heard
George coming back down the stairs a few minutes later and the clink of
glass on wood table, hen the glugging sound of liquid pouring. Entirely for
my own entertainment I allowed the towel to fall from my waist and the
bathrobe to hang open before re-entering the bedroom. George, obviously a
consummate professional, neither looked away, nor allowed his eyes to
wander from my face as he asked if I wanted anything else.

"Not at the moment. Tell me, George, where is your accent from?"

"Austria, I have been here, in London, for several years though" he
replied. I continued to pad around the room in the open gown, applying
lotion and body spray,

"You like London?" I asked.

"It is busy, too busy sometimes. But I like the galleries and the museums.
I am here studying after I have finished I am not sure I will stay" he
answered.

"I've been here for a year, with work, but I travel a lot and still don't
know the city well". George nodded, his expression impassive but I
suspected he was trying to remain professional in spite of being a little
uncomfortable with my lack of clothes, perhaps I should make it easy for
him?

"I don't think I'll be needing anything else for the moment" I said, relief
flashed across his face.

"I shall go and prepare the dining room for dinner, please do not hesitate
to call me if you need anything" I watched his ass retreated up the stairs
and was a little surprised when I saw he steal a glance back down at me.

I let the thought slip from my mind and started to dress. The leather
harness and leather jock strap were not really my 'thing' so to speak, but
the look of lust that they engendered on his face was worth it. I fastened
a leather strap onto each wrist and then slipped a shirt on. I opted for a
grey suit and no tie. Finished off by spraying some Chanel Blue and running
some way through my hair. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table his
train should've just arrived in St Pancras, he'd be here in a few minutes.
I grabbed my phone, wallet and room and headed down to the bar to meet him,
leaving George happily preparing a champagne bucket next to the table, he
had obviously spared no expense.

I ordered two glasses of wine in the bar, white for me, red for him and sat
facing the entrance. It was minutes before I saw him arrive. A head taller
than most people in lobby he strode towards me, his white beard full and
thick, but still perfectly trimmed. There was something about his broad
shoulders and thick neck that give me an instant semi and as he strode
towards me the jacket of his blue suit billowed open revealing a white
shirt with red tie and red braces. It was all I could do not to drop to my
knees right there in the lobby, but I suspected the older couple at the
next table might take umbrage, so I resisted the urge.

He handed off his bags to a near by porter and walked over to me and took a
seat.  I don't remember now what we talked about, pleasantries I imagine
and catching up on each other?s weeks. I always spoke more than him, but he
always listening intently. It was that intense stare that attracted me in
the first place, when you spoke to him, he held your gaze with those
crystal blue eyes and made you feel like the only person in the room, in
the world maybe...

As he took the list sip of wine from his glass I noticed the tan line on
his finger, where presumably the wedding ring had sat not too long ago. I
wondered when he took it off, was it first thing this morning, as soon as
he left her, or just before he got here. I knew the answer really, it was
right before I he stepped through the door, couldn't risk anyone seeing him
without. I shook the thought from my mind, what did it matter? He was mine
until tomorrow.

It was a couple of minutes after eight and I suspected that our tardiness
would be upsetting George's efficiency, so we headed back to the room for
dinner.  We stepped into the suite and the scent of dinner made me
salivate; I hadn't noticed how hungry I was. George pulled out our seats in
turn, laid our napkins on our laps and popped the cork on a bottle of Veuve
Clicquot - not the most expensive champagne on the wine list, but my
favourite and I was grateful for the gesture. I took a sip and as I did I
caught a glance between him and George, a knowing familiar look, but as
soon as I saw it, it was gone and I thought I must have imagined it.

The meal was divine, scallops followed by beef and then apple tarte
tatin. We finished the champagne with dessert and he asked George to fetch
us another bottle. George disappeared with the last of the dirty plates and
in seconds he was across the table, kissing me.

The repressed lust we had been experiencing since we saw each other in the
foyer a few hours previously overtook us, there was no need for words, or
for air even, all that matter was being close. I felt his tongue slide over
mine, into my mouth. Tasted his saliva. Felt his lips press against
mine. He had one of his hands on my lower the back, the other against the
side of my face pulling me closer. He held me so tight I thought for a
second he wanted us to merge completely.

Eventually, we pulled apart and he pulled me towards the stairs. Down to
the bedroom as we reached the bottom step he turned and pulled me towards
him, I placed my hands on his chest, firm and broad and was engulfed once
more in his kiss. Warm and comfortable, familiar but exciting. I heard the
door open and close upstairs, presumably George returning with more
champagne, but I didn't care, this was all that mattered. We kissed for the
longest time and then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, I broke
away, not wanting to embarrass George anymore than I already had today. But
this time it was him who surprised me. Walking down the stairs, with
another bottle of champagne and three glasses he had taken his shirt,
jacket and white gloves off and was wearing just those perfectly fitted
black suit trousers. He got to the step behind me and reached passed me to
kiss him. I was confused as I was aroused, pressed in between these two
fucking hot men as they kissed each other hard.

They broke apart and smiled at each other, then laughed at my expression.

"George is here for you" he said "It's been 1 year since we met, and I
thought George might make a nice gift, just for tonight!" I tried not to
let my mind wander off into how he had arranged it, but instead did what I
had wanted to do since I first saw him, turned and kissed George and let my
hands run down his chest, over his perfect abs round his hips and onto that
perfect ass.

His tongue felt big and warm. He wasn't the best kisser, but what he lacked
in skill he made up for in enthusiasm.  I felt a body press in close behind
and as George continued to kiss me another pair of lips started kissing my
shoulder towards my neck. I felt his beard brush softly against my skin,
his soft lips moving closer to my neck and then he was kissing my neck. He
pressed in closer and I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass. George
pulled himself in closer too, he was a step above me and I could feel his
cock pressing into my hip. My dick was so hard it was painful, constricted
in the leather jockstrap.

We stood there for a while, kiss each other, hands wondering, clothes
falling to the floor until George was totally naked, perfect ass finally
exposed and hard cock revealed, it was thick and curved upwards, I was l
now just in my leather and he was shirtless. George and I moved over to the
bed and collapsed onto, George beneath me, I began kissing his smooth chest
and down to curves of each abdominal muscle, kissing and tasting them in
turn. His skin was a mix of musky deodorant and bitter sweat - it was
glorious. I moved down, licked his navel and continued working down. I ran
my tongue over the full length of his hard dick. I felt it tighten just a
little more in expectation. I ignored his dick and moved down to his balls,
hanging loosely, and began to lick and suck on his clean-shaven sack. I
heard George moan as I took his balls in my mouth, one after the other. I
ran my tongue over his gouch and into his groin, sucking the skin and
tasting his sweat.

I knew he was expecting me to take his dick in my mouth, but I always got a
kick out of teasing a man and making him wait. I continued to kiss and lick
his skin, over his stomach and up to his chest. I let our hard dicks rest
next to each other and I kissed him hard and deep, letting our tongues roll
over one another. Then back down, kissing his erect nipple then back down
to his groin. I licked the full length of his shaft, and then licked a bead
of sticky, bitter precum from the tip of his dick. I took the head in my
mouth. Slowly I worked back and forth, taking just the head in my mouth and
working the sensitive point at the base of the head with my tongue. I heard
George gasp with pleasure. The sound of fabric rustling made me look round,
he was sitting watching the two of us from a chair across the room. I kept
working George's hard dick with my mouth. Gradually taking more and more
into my mouth, each time I moved forward I went a little further down,
until I hit the base with my lips and the head of his dick slipped over my
throat. I pulled back and started working on the head
again. Slowly. Savouring every gasp and moan George made. I let my saliva
run down his dick and used it as lube when I started stroking his
dick. Slowly, up and down, letting my thumb hit the base of his head, which
was sensitive on most guys and on George even more so. I started sucking
his balls as my hand worked his shaft. I moved back to George's dick and in
one movement took his whole shaft into my mouth, felt it slide over my
throat. I moved up and down furiously for a few seconds. George grabbed the
back of my head and pulled me down onto his cock until I was gagging. My
eyes were watering before he let go and started fucking my mouth, moving
his hips back and forth, the head of his dick tickling the back of my
mouth.

We carried on like this for a while until he pulled me up onto the bed next
to him and kissed me. Then he moved on top of me, his muscular weight
pinning me to the bed. He moved down his dick slid over my pelvis and
between my legs, he kept moving down, running his tongue down my chest and
stomach. He kept going down until his tongue was just above my dick. I
braced myself for the overwhelming feeling you get when someone first
starts sucking your dick, but it never came. Instead I felt my legs pushed
up and George's warm tongue worked its way into my ass. Licking and
tonguing my hole. He pushed his tongue into my hole. In and out, he licked
and sucked. The feeling was immense. I moaned as he started to work me with
his finger. From here I could see across the room to where he was watching
us. He never moved his eyes off us, but somehow still managed to look
impassive.

I think George was a little annoyed that I had allowed my attention to
wander from his tongue work because suddenly he was upon me, with my legs
over his shoulders and his dick pushing at my hole. It took a second or two
to feel the head of his dick slide in but when he did he showed now mercy
and went balls-deep straight away. I gasped and felt my hole tighten, which
made George smirk. He moved his hips back and forth in full strokes at a
relatively brisk pace. It took me a few minutes to relax, I had obviously
become used to his style - which was slower and more accommodating than
George's - but when I did relax it became more enjoyable. Eventually every
thrust was pleasure inducing. I felt his balls slapping against me and his
hips pressing into the back of my thighs as he worked harder and harder.

I thought for a second he must be about to blow his load in me, but then he
pulled out and knelt across my chest, legs either side of my torso and
pulled my mouth onto his cock. The position wasn't ideal for me, it hurt my
neck, but it did block my view of the room and so it was a surprise when I
felt another dick entering me. This one was more familiar and I enjoyed the
feeling of the slow and steady strokes he took. George had moved again, so
that he was virtually doing press-ups with his dick in my mouth. Again not,
ideal for me, but the view of the tight muscles in his abdomen and thighs
was stunning. He moved off and lay next to me, kissing me and stroking my
dick. He continued fucking me his speed and depth increasing. His hips
moving furiously and George kissed and wanked me.

I could tell he was getting close and began to work the muscles in my ass,
tightening around his cock until he pulled out and covered Georges hand and
my dick in hot sticky cum. I smiled and George laughed and then took his
turn. He entered me again and fucked me furiously using the previous load
of cum as lube to wank me.

George only took a few minutes to reach climax and this time he blew his
load in me and the same time as I came, covering my torso in lashings of
cum. I lay there for a few minutes, feeling the cum turn cold on my skin
and heard the shower start running in the bathroom. When I eventually moved
I found him and George in the shower, kissing and soaping each other. I
joined them and of course events progressed...

In the end I think we each came three or four times that night. Then we
fell asleep in muddle of arms and legs. When I awoke few hours later both
he and George were gone and I was alone in the King size bed. I rolled over
and dozed off again. I was travelling to Paris that night for a conference
and had taken the day off work as I'd be working all weekend.


When I woke up later I had a text from him "see you next week. D.". I left
the hotel, already anticipating next weeks encounter...