"I need you in New York as quickly as possible," David said. "How soon can you get here?"

I thought for a moment. "Let me find out and I'll call you back in about half an hour."

It was late evening, only afternoon on the US East Coast, but I figured that British Airways would still be open for business. (The state of their shares they need to be!) I gave them a call.

After the usual frustration of an automated switchboard, press this number, then having thirty-two choices, pressing another number, then another, then waiting with some tinny CD playing and being told how important my call was and how sorry British Airways was but they were experiencing a heavy call load and an advisor would be with me as quickly as possible. I wanted to tell them to stuff it but David had sounded very urgent.

David and I had a small but quite profitable business; just a two-man operation with me running things here in England and David Stateside. He was claiming to have a deal which would secure our fortunes. A deal that demanded my presence in New York as quickly as possible.

"British Airways, Karen speaking. How can I help you?"

At last!

I wanted to swear and take out my frustration with an impersonal call centre on the poor girl, but bit my tongue and began to explain. "I need to get to New York as quickly as possible tomorrow."

"There is Concord," she sounded excited.

Well, why not. The business was doing well and David did say it was urgent. I asked for details.

"Concord Flight BA001 leaves Heathrow at ten thirty tomorrow morning and arrives JFK New York at nine twenty-five so in effect you arrive before you have left. A four hour thirty five minute flight with a five hour time difference."

"Sounds good. How much?"

I was glad that I was sitting down. "Four thousand, eight hundred and thirty six pounds," came the answer. I swallowed hard. The business was doing well but not that well.

"How about an ordinary 747 flight?" I asked.

She sounded disappointed; perhaps she was on commission. "BA117 leaves Heathrow at eight forty-five and lands JFK at eleven twenty-five local time. There are seats available."

"That will do. Can I book it now?"

"Will that be business class or economy?"

"Economy please."

Heathrow is a mean place at the best of times, and at that hour of the morning its spirit was particularly low. I drove down, parked in the long-stay, then took the shuttle bus through the darkness to Terminal Four and a check in at the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. The time crawled by until the flight was eventually called for boarding. I must have walked the equivalent of half way across the Atlantic as I ambled round and round the terminal building trying hard to kill time.

Finally, finally I was on my way. I took my seat, leaned my head against the bulkhead and closed my eyes. By the time we had reached our cruising altitude I was fast asleep. Suspended animation is the only way to travel long haul. If only I had taken that Concord flight.

David was at JFK to meet me; he was very excited and animated. "If we can pull this off," he enthused, "we are both going to be very rich."

David and I had been working together for about two years and we weren't doing at all bad. Originally from Eastern Europe, David and I were pen-palls when we were at school. Then he managed to get a green card for the USA and the rest is history. His English had always been near perfect but was fast developing an American East Coast accent. That guy has got so much personality, but it isn't true, that it bubbles from him like steam from a boiling kettle. He has talent in many different and varied areas and is a self-taught expert in a multitude of subjects. In our business he was the figurehead with the flair and charisma, while I followed up with administration and outworked the openings he created. We made a good team.

But of all his many abilities, womanising was by far David's greatest. Man, he had only to look at a girl to have her eating out of his hand and showing him the way to her bedroom. He was like Casanova on an overdose of Viagra! He told me how he had once made love to a girl seven times in one day. I believe him, although for anyone else it would have been a near physical impossibility. He said he would never marry as to do so would remove all variety from life. One girl could never be enough.

During the times we actually worked together, in one another's presence I mean, rather than by phone, fax and e-mail, he would take a rest from female company. I think I am the only male friend he ever had and we certainly had some great times together.

We took a taxi from the airport to our hotel on Manhattan Island. From there we walked down Broadway to where it meets Wall Street and our meeting. David has the Midas touch and it was all but a foregone conclusion; all I had to do was cross some T's and dot a few I's so that the deal could be signed. He was right we were going to make our fortune.

We found a Japanese restaurant where we took a late lunch and celebrated with champagne. Neither of us drinks all that much, so we were high with excitement enhanced with drink as we emerged outside again. It was a warm day in early spring so we decided to walk before going back to the hotel. We walked all the way down to Battery Park then took the ferry to the Statue of Liberty. I looked out across the Atlantic, the way I had flown earlier that day and smiled with a deep sense of happiness. Happy at our success and happy with life in every aspect.

"You tired?" David asked.

"No, not at all."

"Good. And thanks."

"Thanks? What for?"

"Your help, being my business partner, being the best friend I ever had. Just thanks."

I smiled my gratitude and indicated that I reciprocated the compliments.

We didn't scale the statue but ambled about the island admiring the view of Lower Manhattan and then took the ferry back and a taxi to the hotel. I should have been tired but I was wide-awake, on this occasion jet lag had spared me its evil grip. In the bedroom we watched a movie on HBO then called for room service to bring a light supper. We ate and chilled out.

David undressed and made ready for an early night, parading round the room in his underpants. He told me once that he had a dick that pointed to the left and the tight cut of those undergarments confirmed this. He also told me that his balls hung low with one a little lower than the other but this was not evident from the present viewpoint. I tried not to study the point and confirm this either way and addressed my eyes elsewhere.

"All guys from my country," David had once said," have dicks which point to the left and balls where one hangs lower than the other."

I bet they didn't and besides how many had David had the chance of viewing in order to make this statement?

Stripped to my own underpants, I sat on my bed. David opened the mini-bar. "Fancy a drink?"

"Coke," please.

"Me too."

He offered me the ice-cold can. "Want a glass?"

"No, this will do," I said flipping the ring pull. "It's been a good day," I added.

David nodded. "Tell me my friend, tell me something personal if you will - I am curious. How many times have you cum in just one evening?"

Now that would perhaps be a strange question for a guy to ask another guy but as I explained David and I were close and we were able to discuss these types of things. "Three," I said.

David smiled. "When was that?"

"Couple of months back," I said taking a mouthful of coke. "That trip to San Francisco, when I went alone, the one where the deal fell through."

"Ah, that deal and so you had some fun in the hotel by way of compensation?" David laughed. "Three times not bad. The secret of being able to cum several times in a single session is to leave the right space of time between each one. Not too long and never too quick."

He moved and sat crossed legged on the end of my bed, then began to ping the elastic on the waistband of his underpants. Gripping the elastic between the finger and thumb of his right hand he pulled it away a few inches then let go. Slap it returned then he pulled it out again. "Think you may be able to get that up to four? Four if I give you the benefit of my tuition. Three was your way of masking a failed deal, so why not four to celebrate the deal of the century?"

I could have thought that he was joking but I knew he wasn't. He continued to ping the elastic as he waited for my answer. Slap - slap - slap. Then David pulled it further than before and slightly downwards, it exposed part of his groin and pubic hair. He didn't release the elastic waist but seductively dragged it even lower.

"I'll tell you something else," David said with a grin. "Another secret is to make each time better than the time before."

I moved my hands slowly down towards my own underpants. What could I do but comply? I wanted to follow David's lead. I would follow David's lead. Slowly I began to drag them down and slowly up came my dick ready for action. With a flash of his hand David ripped his away and flung them across the room. His cock was everything he had said that it was - a good eight inches waving in the air and pointing decidedly left. It was his right ball that hung the lower and balanced the entire formation.

"I'll race you," David said. "Bet I can cum quicker than you can!"

He was already pumping a solid dick while I began to massage my own into a full erection. Faster and faster David's hand was moving and faster and faster I emulated him. It was close, a photo finish, but I think I won by a short head, if you will excuse the pun.

Had that been a wank on my own, it would have been nothing at all special, being over so quick. But sharing the event with my closest friend lifted it a little, and it ranked as one of the best I had taken pleasure from in a long while.

"Best take a shower," David suggested.

I nodded.

In fact we didn't shower but shared a bath. There wasn't that much room for two of us but that made it all the more intimate. And fun!

"One down, three to go," David said as he lathered soap in his hands then proceeded to massage it into my body. He began gently moving his hands round the sides of my neck then across my shoulders, lifting water in cupped hands before lathering more soap, over my chest and down to my abdomen. Using the bush of my pubic hair he foamed more soap and spread it outwards through my groin and back up my body until I was totally covered in white, fluffy clouds filled with tiny bubbles. My skin tingled as the bubbles began to burst and my dick was moving again into a position of arousal.

David ceased his action and I copied it until he, too, was covered in white and perfumed fluffy peaks of sensual cleaning. Although that first wank had been but a short while before, we were both now aroused and ready.

"Remember," David said softly, "make each time a little better than the time before."

He lathered his hands again and placed his palms inside my thighs, one on each side of my body, slowly bringing them together then separating to allow one to cup my balls while the other took my cock in a cloud of white bubbles. The smooth lubrication allowed his fingers to slide easily up and down my shaft, each movement making me harder than the second before. If I had not had a wank for a month I could not have been any harder than I was right then.

It was time for me to do the same for David as he was doing for me. Although the space between us was limited our limbs steered their way through each action with an ease of navigation. My heart was beating like a drum within my chest, sending blood pulsing with tidal force through every artery, vein and capillary. Adrenaline was in overdrive, and a gentle flow of saliva brought a new taste to my mouth. I swallowed, closed my eyes and thought of nothing save the enjoyment of the moment.

The mutual stroking was slow and very gentle, sensuous and seductive. Again we came together. David winked an eye and said nothing. Toweled dry, David went and lay on my bed in something resembling the three-quarter prone recovery position everyone learns in first aid at school. I lay behind him, pressing my body against his and together we fell into a light sleep.

Slumber did not last for long, less than an hour by the clock radio on the small table beside the bed. I awoke to David gently stimulating me. He was kissing me on my chest, on my stomach and then just above my hairline. He did it oh so gently, lips closely together and just touching my skin each time. I opened my eyes and smiled.

"That's nice, don't stop."

"Each time has to be a little better than the time before," he whispered, "two was better than one and three will be better than two. Wait and see."

With sensations the like of those David was generating within me I could have gone on all night and into double figures. It was eleven o'clock, four in the morning at home, but I was soon as awake as if I had slept all night long.

David kissed me again, this time on the head of my semi-hard cock. It sprang to life. I had the urge to kiss him, my mouth gagged with desire. As if anticipating my thoughts, David rolled to his back and I positioned myself on top of him, my face towards his feet and my cock directly above his mouth. Within moments each one of us had taken the other's manhood in his mouth. It has been a fantasy of mine since early adolescence that I would be able to suck my own cock. I have had dreams where dexterity has allowed this to happen, but only dreams. I have wondered what it would taste like and what sensations of feelings it would make. But this was better by far than any imagined sensation. David had a sweet taste that could not have been created by the finest chef in the finest restaurant in the entire world. It was freshly picked peaches and citrus ice-cream; it was strawberries bursting with flavor and exploding in my mouth; it was figs plucked straight from the tree after a shower of cold rain, their luscious, soft interior pushing juice and pleasure between my lips.

I reached up and placed a hand on each cheek of my friend's bum, pulling him closer to me and taking more of that solid eight inches inside my mouth. Although I was pulling it straight from his body into my mouth I could feel it rebelling slightly and trying to return to its left pointing way. I maintained full control over it.

At the same time that I was delighting in all that I was giving at the one end of my body, pleasure of an equal kind was being generated as I had my own cock in David's mouth. He had muscles in his cheeks, which he was exercising with skill. He had a tongue that was curving itself round and round me, exciting and enticing. I felt a third wave of liquid gold rising from within me and slowly making its way up towards an ejaculation of joy.

David was right; each time needed to be better than the time before. This was wonderfully better than our time together in the bath, and that had been so much better than the first quickie in the bedroom. That felt ages ago, a lifetime. That was part of David's secret, wasn't it? Spacing each session properly. This was pure paradise and I wondered how it could get better. Thinking back to that frustrating time in San Francisco where I had wanked myself silly three times in one night out of pure defeat at not closing the deal, I remembered how number three hurt and when I came it was just with a pathetic little squirt. There was no hurt this time, no ache and feeling of an erection sustained on the edge of limpness. I was as hard as I had been for the first time and deriving as much happiness as was possible. This could go on forever, but without it coming to an end, how could I learn what greater treasurer was in store? What could be better?

I could feel a new zest in my own mouth it was as if somebody had suddenly poured a flavor enhancing sugar over the already ultimate taste sensation. David was starting to offer me a sample of his precum. I increased the movements of my lips, cheeks and tongue to conclude the preliminary course and hasten the main dish. How truly wonderful it was when served on a platter of delectation fit for the gods. As I was allowing this to drift down my throat, I became aware of my feeding David with similar gourmet food.

I knew David was multi-talented and never undertook any task without effortlessly achieving the very highest of standards. However, this was an area of his expertise I could never have imagined or recognized were it not for my own being centered at the focal point of the experience.

Only when each had taken his fill did we resume our tender resting positions. I did not sleep; my mind was now far too alive. I was breathing heavily and could feel my warm breath hitting David's back and reflecting to my own face. That deal we had concluded earlier in the day was going to make us comfortable, even wealthy, but I would have traded it away into poverty for the experiences I had so far enjoyed. And there was even more to come.

I say that I didn't sleep, I don't think that I did, but roused to a greater awareness as David left the bed and walked to the curtained window. He stretched his arms, clenched his fists and tested his muscles. I viewed his prefect naked form and knew the pleasure contained in the fourth part of our passion. I did not need to be told, this time I would not need to follow my friend's lead, instinct would take control of me and guide me through. The very thought of this brought me to a hard solid rock greater than the three previous efforts combined.

Slowly yet purposefully I slid from the bed, crossed the small space between us and stood behind David. Again my breath caressed his back as I pushed my body against his. My cock rested itself between his cheeks and I took pleasure for a short time in it resting there before using the very tips of my fingers to part a way and steer it inside. David groaned and said, "You are learning."

"I have only the very best for my teacher."

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

I was everywhere, everywhere I wanted to be and no place on earth could be more attractive or inviting. I slipped my hands under David's arms and brought them together on his chest. I clenched my fists together and hugged him close to me. David placed his own hands on mine in support of my efforts. My thrusts were deep and semi-violent; I sucked a love-bite on his left shoulder then came with a surge. With each pulse I pushed harder and deeper. With each pulse more of me flowed inside him.

When it was over I released my friend, turned round and allowed him to enter me. It was as if a rod of fire was suddenly inserted into me, yet that fire while bringing pain brought an unspeakable sensation of ecstasy. Deeper and deeper every one of those eight inches was moving inside me. I felt David's groin against my bum and knew he could go no further. How long had it been since I had cum inside him? Five minutes? No more. But this new feeling of having a man inside me and my virginity in that genre being torn in two, sent my cock into its fifth erection, something impossible had it been obliged to rely on physical strength alone. David was thrusting furiously into me and with each push, forcing strength into me. I knew I was going to cum again.

To cum for a fifth time in one night and YES number five was going to be the best of all. No hand was touching my cock, no direct physical contact was stimulating it, but a fire was ignited and that fire blazed forth with a fury at exactly the same moment David burst the dam of his manhood within me. This time we showered together in the small cubicle, water cascading down our bodies. Gentle rivulets dribbled down our faces and tickled our smiles. Back in the bedroom we covered ourselves with the white complimentary bathrobes supplied by the hotel.

"Room-service operates 24 hours a day," David explained, "fancy some champagne and a snack. By way of a celebration?"

I wondered what he was celebrating - our new business deal or something else.

"Why not?" I looked at the one bed we had used with its now ruffled duvet and pillows, the other was as neat and perfect as when the chambermaid had left it.

"Don't you think the waiter will think it strange to see the one bed like that at this hour and we two guys semi-naked in bathrobes?"

David laughed. "We could always take them off before he arrives and be completely naked!"

I smiled at the thought, but left it only as a thought.

We sold our business six months ago, sold it for three point five million pounds sterling - that's just over five million dollars US. Even after our respective countries' taxmen had robbed us of their share, it still left us quite wealthy. Although business trips to and from America are now a thing of the past, we still spend plenty of quality time together and enjoy our friendship. David is still like Casanova on an overdose of Viagra, few girls can resist him, but there is another side to him, one reserved for just myself as his only true male friend. I have to confess that as I am penning these words, I have developed another massive hard-on. You see I had a telephone call a short while ago, about an hour to be precise - just long enough for me to write this little story down on paper.

I need you in New York. How quick can you get here?

Again I called British Airways but this time I booked to fly on Concord. Flight BA001 leaves Heathrow at 10.30 am and lands at JFK New York at 9.25 local time; that's 2.25pm BST.

Think of me tomorrow!