Chapter 36 - Home Gym Hookup
Callum arrived at the penthouse first. He knew that Julian was still working in the business centre because he’d texted him earlier.
He made his way straight to the gym, understanding that Julian would join him there as soon as he was done with work. The pressure was off now, magazine shoot done, but Julian wanted to continue with their twice-weekly sessions to maintain what he’d achieved.
In the gym, he put his bag down on the table, where the iPad sat, but next to it was a gift-wrapped parcel in bright blue paper. There was a card on top with ‘Cal’ written on it in Julian’s handwriting. He opened it eagerly.
The card was a picture of the Chrysler Building. He opened it to read the message. ‘You’re not the only one who visits Soho, handsome. Get dressed and get ready, please. See you soon.’
He ripped the paper open to discover a bundle of heavy black fetish gear he’d never seen before. There was a strappy chest harness in black with glossy red trim, matching chaps shorts and a jockstrap. The material was neoprene, and it felt soft and warm to the touch.
The air in the room suddenly felt heavy and charged with unspoken expectation.
Callum was instantly aroused. The thought of putting this gear on, and how Julian would be turned on by it, was a real turn-on.
He liked the demand.
He liked how hot he knew this was going to be.
They’d not had sex in the gym yet, so this would be a first.
This was out of character for Julian, but it thrilled Callum.
Callum popped to the bathroom to shower and freshen up, so he was clean and ready. Back in the gym, the cool air raised goosebumps on his naked skin as he began to snap the straps across his chest.
The harness was designed to pull his shoulders back, and he adjusted it for maximum impact, forcing his chest out, highlighting every muscle he’d spent years perfecting. It felt good, and it looked hot in his reflection. He liked the feeling of the neoprene. It felt warm, almost like a second skin.
He put the jockstrap on, which was rather tricky with an erection, but he adjusted himself accordingly. The design had a press-stud pouch that could be easily undone and ripped away in the heat of the moment. Hopefully that moment wasn’t too far away.
Next he picked up the shorts. These were like normal shorts, but without any crotch, instead a red fabric trim to match the chaps.
With them on, the jockstrap would be fully visible.
He stepped into them and slowly pulled them up.
They were skin-tight with a full-length zipper on each side, again for easy removal, he guessed.
The material felt supple and smooth against his skin.
It felt quite different than his leather gear.
This was really turning him on; his cock already wet with precum. Just the thought of Julian picking this out, and how aroused he probably was at the time, created a growing hunger within him.
Once fully dressed in the gear, he checked himself in the mirror. He liked what he saw. He liked the look. Maybe he’d speak to Tony about wearing it to The Vault some time.
He wondered if Julian bought it in the same Soho store he and Sophia had visited. Maybe he’d get Julian in Neoprene some time! The idea had his dick straining even harder against the jockstrap.
Now his pulse was thrumming in his ears, his heart beating a frantic drum against his ribs, his body reacting to how he looked, but more instinctively to what Julian would do to him.
Whilst waiting, he worked out. He pumped his arms and chest, so he looked big for Julian.
He was on the bench doing bicep curls when he heard the unmistakable click of the door.
Julian had arrived.
He didn't just walk into the room; he strode across the floor space. He was still in his suit, full suit this time. He meant business. Callum’s dick was straining to be freed from its neoprene prison, his head wet.
Callum stood, turning away from the mirrors to face him, which stopped Julian dead in his tracks.
One look at Callum in the gear, standing there looking hot, glowing with a sheen of sweat, chest and arms pumped, muscles bulging, was met with an intense look of both heat and desire.
He strode to Callum; there was no greeting, no how was your day.
He met him and pushed him back to the mirrored wall next to the desk, crushing his body with his own, frantically kissing him.
There was an earthy need. He rubbed his hands across the neoprene, feeling its warmth, feeling its smoothness, touching Callum through the pouch of the jockstrap, groping his swollen member.
All this, whilst kissing with intensity.
Callum groaned into Julian’s mouth, hot wet tongue finding hot wet tongue.
Callum could feel Julian’s hot body against him.
Julian was all over him like an animal. He reached down, feeling Julian’s dick already rigid, straining to be freed from the confining suit trousers, aching to be serviced.
Callum moved, ready to kneel and service him, but Julian put his hand out to stop him.
Instead, Julian dropped to his knees. No words, no explanation; he simply didn't ask. He ripped the press studs on the codpiece pouch, casting it aside and freeing Callum’s erection, which grew to full size, now liberated from containment.
Julian took him in his mouth. The contrast was striking.
The billionaire in a three-piece suit and tie, kneeling on a gym mat, worshipping the simple man who was originally his employee.
Julian was relentless. His mouth and tongue worked with a rhythmic, punishing intensity. As he sucked Callum, his hands found the neoprene-encased butt cheeks behind him, squeezing them, feeling his glutes and his thighs where the shorts ended.
This feeling, the heat from his hands through the rubber, very quickly had Callum’s head lolling back, his hand gripping the edge of the desk for support.
This felt amazing. His chest was heaving with his breathlessness, forcing the harness tight.
The constriction heightened both the sensation and intensity.
“Julian, please,” Callum gasped, looking down at him as he worshipped his body.
He took zero notice and continued sucking, harder and harder, until Callum was almost at the point of release; suddenly stopping.
He reached up and pulled down both zippers on the shorts in one fluid movement.
They were well engineered, and both zips undid, causing the two parts of Neoprene to separate.
The back section fell away, the front caught, resting on Callum’s dick.
Julian casually tossed it aside. He reached for Callum’s dick and ran his hand from the base to the tip, taking all the spit and precum into his hand.
Callum knew exactly what was going to happen next. Thankfully, he’d prepared himself earlier, somehow knowing this would be on the agenda today when he saw the gear.
Julian flipped him around and forced him over the desk next to them. He pushed Callum’s bag and clothes out of the way. There was a need to be serviced here.
He used the liquid in his hand on Callum’s arse, wiping it slowly along his crack.
As his hot hand passed over his hole, Callum groaned.
He could not wait for this. He expected to next feel Julian’s erection pressing against him, but instead Julian knelt, head level with his ass, and what he felt instead was the tickle of a soft beard and a hot, wet tongue along his crack.
Callum had only ever been rimmed twice before, and he wasn’t mad for it, but this was with guys who had been casual nothings, with little meaning.
Knowing who was doing this, feeling the beard bristles of the man he loved was something way different.
He pushed his ass high, willingly spreading his cheeks.
Julian licked Callum’s ass from the base of his ball sac to the top of his crack and his lower back.
He spat into his crack and coated it with his saliva, relishing in the slight salty, sweaty aroma and taste, knowing this was his man.
He did several long strokes like that, feeling around, pulling Callum’s dick back, sucking on his balls and licking from his sac to his lower back.
The moans coming from Callum were all he needed to hear to know this was intensely pleasurable.
He did this for a few minutes but then stopped because he could tell Callum was getting close to cumming.
He didn’t want that yet. He moved to concentrate on his hole, licking, teasing, blowing, filling his hole with spit, lubricating it, heating it, relaxing it for what was yet to come. Yes, he would fuck Callum.
He made his tongue rigid and pushed it gently into the entrance, feeling resistance, then working it until it felt relaxed.
Julian used his beard, soft bristles working repeatedly across the sensitive hole.
Callum was moaning, pushing back onto Julian.
That, in turn, made Julian work harder, licking, spitting, licking, tensing.
Callum’s moans told Julian this was the moment.
He undid his trousers and unzipped his fly.
His own cock was dripping wet and straining at his shorts.
He freed it, feeling the precum on his hand.
He took this and wiped it across Callum’s hole, adding it to the spit already there.
He stood as Callum relished that he was about to get fucked, arching his back, ass high, ready to receive.
Julian didn’t remove his suit; he just slowly inserted himself into Callum’s willing hole, hands gripping his waist, steadying him, giving him purchase.
This time Callum was relaxed and so ready that there was no issue or resistance.
Julian with steady but slow motion, entered him fully, pulling Callum to him.
“Fuck, yes,” Callum moaned, taking him in. The heat was intense; the feeling of pressure, insane. His hole wrapped eagerly and tightly around Julian’s girth. This felt like an elevated experience compared with before.