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...