It had been a long day, the end to a long week, as Jeremy closed down his computer debating whether or not to go to the gym for a good pre-weekend workout, or the pub for a few pints and maybe something to eat.
"Gym," he told himself sternly, picking up his phone and rucksack and turning off his office lights, he made his way out.
Jeremy wished the security guard who manned the door a pleasant weekend and walked the short walk to the gym.
He made his way to the changing room, and pulled his gym kit out of the rucksack. It was fairly empty apart from one other man present. He looked to be slightly older and, from the surreptitious glance Jeremy threw him, exceptionally well-toned, with not a bad six-pack for his age! Good legs, too, thought Jeremy.
Jeremy slid his trousers off revealing an almost transparent thong. He couldn't help but display his well-rounded buttocks as he bent to pick up the thong from the floor and could have sworn he heard a low moan of pleasure as he stood up. His gaze fell upon the flashes of the other man's semi-hard cock which he was pretending to towel down, Jeremy found the bouncing motion a serious turn on and could feel his own cock hardening.
"Hi," said the stranger. "I'm Andrew. Are you a regular here?" He walked towards Jeremy with an outstretched hand. Immediately Jeremy thought of offering his stiff cock to shake, but felt that was a bit too forward!
"Jeremy. And yes, it's my local - I only work round the corner, so it's handy." By this time, Andrew had tied his towel around his waist which wasn't really hiding the mound of his stiff cock. He sat on the wooden slatted bench that separated either side of the changing room with his gaze intently fixed on Jeremy's cock. He had positioned himself just close enough for Jeremy to feel the warmth of his body, and when he accidentally brushed his lightly haired arm, a buzz of electricity ran through his body straight to his cock. He could sense a trickle of precum oozing from the tip of his cock, so quickly pulled on his jockstrap.
"Maybe you'd like to go for a drink sometime," Andrew had stopped gazing at Jeremy's groin and was smiling up at him from where he remained seated. He had a pleasant air about him, Jeremy pondered, nice looking, easy going, pleasant with it, if not a bit too forward! The sort of chap you felt you could open you heart to over a pint. Jeremy was imagining sliding off his g-string, and stroking his legs at the same time, feeling the downy softness of the hairs... He caught himself staring just a little too long into Andrew's pale blue eyes. Snapping out of it with a shake of his head, he smiled and replied "yes, that would be nice. In fact I'm only going to have a quick workout so if you felt like it, we could have that drink tonight."
Andrew laughed, saying he'd go and spend a bit of time in the sauna, and that Jeremy could come and find him there when he was done.
Jeremy rather raced through his work out that evening, and then went off to find Andrew.
They both changed, Andrew discretely requesting Jeremy keep his jockstrap on - it would, he said, give him something to fantasise about while having that drink.
"Let's go here," Andrew steered Jeremy into a small pub off Seething Lane. It looked quiet, despite being a Friday night, and they soon found themselves a table in a quiet corner. Andrew ordered from the bar, and brought two menus back, "just in case you're hungry."
They found they had a lot in common, both working in the money markets, they discovered they lived not that far from each other, and over the course of the evening found they knew a lot of people in common.
"As you live just round the corner from me, why don't we continue over a couple of glasses of brandy back at my place?" Jeremy could feel his cock growing at the idea. He was telling himself nothing would come of it, it would be a couple of drinks and that was all. Although he couldn't help thinking that Andrew had been staring, quite obviously, hungrily at his cock.
They walked out on to the street, and Andrew hailed a black cab, gave him the address and they were on their way. Jeremy felt his leg brush against Andrew's and wondered if he was sensing the same buzz. The chat in the back of the cab was pretty mundane, it was the anticipation of what might be about to happen.
"Just on the left here, cabbie," Andrew leant forward and proffered two notes through the partition with "keep the change."
He led the way up the garden path to the large black front door, and finding the keys, unlocked it, then touched the fob on the alarm panel just inside the front door.
As the lights went on Jeremy could see that the walls were covered in great art. He inwardly gasped at his surroundings. He followed Andrew, past steps down to what must have been the kitchen, and stairs up to the bedrooms, to a cosy little room at the back of the house with a view of the well ordered garden, cleverly lit with the gentle sound of a fountain.
"No point in having it and not spending it," Andrew said with a smile as he returned with two huge balloons of brandy. "And if you work hard, there are plenty of people who'll happily spend your money for you! Decorators, gardeners, art dealers, you name it!" He picked up a remote control and from somewhere piped music started playing, the lights dimmed and the blinds slowly lowered over the windows.
He moved himself next to the chair Jeremy was sitting in and sat on the floor. Taking Jeremy's hand he gently steered it down to his lightly-haired chest where Jeremy's fingers soon found a hard nipple to play with. As Andrew made himself more comfortable and undid a few more buttons on his shirt, he pushed himself back into Jeremy's lap feeling the hardness waiting within that jockstrap. Slowly turning around, he knelt in front of Jeremy and slowly undid his trousers, easing them down. Their heads closed in and their tongues began exploring each other's mouths - Andrew's hand on the back of Jeremy's head pushing his tongue as far down has he could, his other hand playing with the outline of the hard cock in the jockstrap, feeling the precum soaking the front making a dark patch. Jeremy played with Andrew's stiff nipples, teasing them and flicking them, gently pinching them, hearing Andrew's soft moans of delight.
Andrew slowly eased the rock hard wet cock from Jeremy's jockstrap and bent his head down to lick the tip. Very soon, his whole mouth had taken Jeremy's throbbing cock deep down his throat.
"Mmmm, you're quite a big boy," he said teasingly, watching Jeremy's cock bounce with anticipation. He moved his head down and flicked Jeremy's balls with his tongue, before swallowing one, then the other. Jeremy helpfully lifted his legs in anticipation known where Andrew's tongue would be exploring next.
"Shall we go and make ourselves more comfortable?"
Andrew smiled as Jeremy looked around the room. One wall was made up of a glass panel which behind was the en suite shower room. With a flick of a switch, the glass changed from opaque to clear, "in case you're shy," he said with a grin. Through one door was an enormous walk-in wardrobe and on the other side another door led to a large exercise room that would put their gym to shame.
As Jeremy was about to settle on the seriously deep luxurious duvet to survey his surroundings, Andrew indicated with a flick of his head that he was heading to the shower. Kicking his trousers off and throwing them over the chair, Jeremy dutifully followed.
The complicated looking shower offered several options, jets from the side, a rainwater head, a handheld: the power of the water jets like needles on the skin.
