You may want to read my first story under a similar title as it sets a bit of the stage for this one.
It was about 6 months later that Andrew and I were once again able to arrange our schedules so that we could get together.
During those 6 months we would e-mail each other from time to time, to see how we were doing in our own lines of business. During this time I had once again changed jobs (I work as an independent contractor in the IT industry so I may work for two or three different companies in a year).
Our e-mails also allowed us to talk about fantasies that we might have, although there weren't too many of those.
Andrew had remarked that he would really like to see me arrive at his door with my cock in hand. Now Andrew's house is situated in such a way that the backdoor does afford some privacy and is not too visible from his one neighbour. I thought that this was possible, a bit risky, but possible. I suggested that maybe he should then greet me with only a bathrobe on. We played out the story line and agreed it could work.
My new work location dictated that I drive to my work location and therefore allowed me to drive and park at his home versus having to take the subway. This proved to be convenient for me, as I would be able to drive over to Andrew's home.
We finally arranged for a convenient date to rendezvous.
I drove over to Andrew's with butterflies in my gut. I drove up his drive and parked in front of his garage, which is detached and slightly behind his house. As I slowly made my way to his back door I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I rang the bell and waited. He must have heard me as the inner door opened soon after. Of course he was expecting me.
Andrew was standing there in a shirt and boxers. He had a smile on his face as he saw that I was standing there with my cock pointing out at him. He opened the outer door and welcomed me in.
Now a standard greeting might have been to extend a hand to shake the others, but he extended his hand and took my cock in hand as he embraced me, telling me what a wonderful way to show up at his door.
I stepped back and knelt down to remove my shoes and as I came back up I ran my hand up his leg and over the tent that had formed in his boxers.