Chapter 26 - Titan @ The Iron Works #2
“Hey mate,” he said teasingly, “I’ve seen you here before; you’re pretty stacked. What’s it take to get a body like yours?”
Callum looked confused at first but then realised his ploy.
“Ah, takes years, buddy; you should sign up for some one-on-one sessions with me.” At this point he stripped to his briefs, giving his bulge a rub over, clearly visible to his new gym buddy.
“I’m sure I could get that body of yours humming with the right,” rubbing his swelling dick through his underwear, “stimulation… if you know what I mean.”
At this point, Callum removed the straining briefs, revealing his erection, and walked towards Julian.
Julian was loving this game and was clearly aroused by it. He’d played along, removing his top, trainers, and socks but still had his black shorts on. His erection was clearly visible and straining against the thin fabric.
Callum reached him and moved in close, feeling for his erection.
He looked Julian square in the eye and said, “It’s all about the stimulation, mate.
Sorry, I don’t know your name, but I’ve seen you around here in your tight little top, showing off your muscles.
” As he massaged Julian’s dick, he added, “But frankly, this is the only muscle I’m interested in. ”
Julian laughed at this point, struggling to maintain the pretence, but before he could react, Callum knelt, pulled down his shorts and underwear, and started noisily sucking his dick. Julian was happy about this and continued the role play.
“Fuck mate, what are you doing? I’m not gay. I’m married with kids at home. Who said you could grab my dick and suck it like that?”
Callum paused for a moment.. “I fucking did, and I don’t notice you complaining.” He continued his oral workout, noting Julian didn’t complain. Julian grabbed the back of his head and thrust into his mouth a few times. It felt good.
After a while, they relented on their role play because Callum could sense that Julian was enjoying things a bit too much.
“Well, that was fun,” he laughed as they hugged and then fully stripped and moved to the showers, scrubbing each other all over.
Still soapy, Julian took Callum’s hand and led him to the rusty mirror at the end of the showers.
He placed Callum’s hands wide at the top corners of the mirror, pushing his legs apart so he was spread-eagled in front of him.
Julian stepped in closely behind, fitting his dick upright along Callum’s arse crack where it felt warm and soapy.
They could now both see themselves in the mirror. The glass was cracked in places, the mirror film peeled off, rusty edges in corners, but it made an interesting frame to the two fit men standing in front of it. Julian reached around and started wanking Callum’s dick.
“And you wondered why I wanted a picture of you in your shorts. Look at you. You are perfection,” Julian said. He applied small kisses to Callum’s neck, one hand working his dick, the other tugging on his balls.
Callum looked at himself in the mirror, ignoring what Julian was doing to him right at that moment. Yes, he had a good body. He’d worked hard to get it. But then, so did Julian. He tensed his ass, gripping tightly onto Julian’s dick and wanking it gently up and down with his cheeks.
Callum took Julian’s cock and instead put it under his balls, clamping his legs tightly shut on it. Julian realised his intent and started slowly thrusting his dick, sliding tightly between Callum’s soapy thighs, stimulating his taint at the same time.
Julian had never done this before, but the sensation felt good. They continued like this for a short while, but it all felt too nice.
“I’m going to shoot,” Callum said, immediately tensing his stomach muscles, which also squeezed Julian tight.
In seconds, he sprayed long streams of white cum all over the mirror.
In a heartbeat, Julian followed, pulling him closer, thrusting his dick fully between Callum’s thighs, lifting his balls up as he shot his load, adding to the dripping mess now slowly running down the mirror, his spunk intermingling with Callum’s.
They didn’t move; Julian wrapped both arms tightly around Callum and nuzzled into his neck, pulling him close.
“So,” Callum said with some irony in his voice, “I guess I’ll have to clean the mirror again.” He laughed.
Julian turned him so they were facing. “. Yes, you will; otherwise Jack and Rosie are going to know exactly what we got up to after hours, at The Iron Works.”
With that, he stepped away and back into the showers, Callum following, and they washed each other, once again.
Callum cleaned the mirror again and hosed the floor down, just to make sure. They left it looking clean. Julian changed into some other shorts and a black tee shirt, then put his sweats back on as Callum retrieved his clothes from his locker.
“So, what now? Is Markus coming?” Callum realised they hadn’t made plans for after the training session.
“Nope,” said Julian. “I’m crashing at yours tonight, big boy. If that’s ok?” he said, looking at Callum.
“Seriously? You want to sleep in my crummy place?” Callum was shocked.
“Yes, because it’s your place and it contains you, you idiot.” At this point, Julian wrapped his arms around him, giving him a big sloppy kiss.
Callum was surprised and delighted. The prospect of falling asleep and waking up with Julian at his apartment was a happy one.
“Let’s just try not to break the bed again, though,” he joked.
“No promises, buddy You know, around you, I just can’t help myself,” Julian said, seductively grabbing the bulge in his sweats.
They turned the lights off, double-checked the doors, and left the gym in darkness, walking back to Callum’s apartment. Callum wondered if Julian would feel safe without his usual bodyguard on the rough streets of Brooklyn, but he didn’t seem at all bothered and it wasn’t a long walk anyway.
At the apartment, Julian seemed relaxed and happy, again looking at all Callum’s little pictures and artefacts dotted around, before making himself comfortable on the sofa.
Callum fixed them coffee, and they flicked through TV channels, settling on some random dating show where a guy was trying to pick the best match from a selection of women.
Julian laughed at the programme, the blatant flirting and innuendos.
Callum looked over at him, thinking, I definitely bagged the best one, and they snuggled in together.
***
Wednesday 19th February 25
The next morning they woke when Julian’s phone alarm went off at 7 a.m., him in his usual position, wrapped tightly around Callum in the smaller bed.
They cuddled, then Julian showered and dressed.
Callum sat out on the fire escape drinking his coffee, handing one to Julian when he came to join him.
They sat like that for ten minutes, enjoying coffee and drinking in the day.
Julian was busy on his phone, and Callum assumed he was texting for pickup, and sure enough, the G-Wagon pulled up a few minutes later.
With a kiss and a hug, he was gone, and Callum would see him later at the penthouse.
***
Callum showered and headed out to the gym.
Rosie was buzzing about Julian, happily informing him that she’d sent him the picture he’d asked for, and a couple of others she’d found.
Callum double-checked the mirror in the men’s changing rooms one more time, just to make sure there was no evidence of last night to be seen, a smirk on his face.
***
Later that morning, Callum was in a personal training session with a new client when Rosie suddenly screamed his name from reception.
“Callum, Callum, come quick!”
He sprinted across the gym, grabbing the first aid kit from the wall on the way. When he got to Reception, instead of some medical emergency, Rosie was pointing excitedly at the TV, shouting, “Look, look, it’s Julian. He’s on TV.”
Callum stopped and looked up at the small TV screen tucked away in the corner of the reception area, which usually played MTV or some kind of newsfeed.
Sure enough, it was a news channel, and Julian was there on the TV.
He looked sharp in a smart dark grey suit.
It appeared he was opening the New York Stock Exchange.
What the hell, Callum thought. He never mentioned anything about this to me.
A couple of hours ago they were sitting in sweatpants on his fire escape, drinking coffee out of mismatched chipped mugs.
“What’s he doing, Cal?” Rosie asked, squinting to read the small text on the screen.
Callum’s eyes were much sharper. “It says ‘Vance Global signs $10 billion deal with Chinese giant Totantu Enterprises’ - whatever that means. Probably another company deal, I guess.”
“$10 billion. My God, that’s a crazy amount of money,” Rosie added, looking worried.
At that point, Jack walked in. “What are you both looking at?” he said, then saw the TV screen. “That’s Julian, isn’t it?” leaning in to read the ticker text himself, “$10 billion deal. Wow, if he can afford that, maybe he can give us a few bucks to sort this place out, hey Cal?”
Oh, here we go again, thought Callum. Let’s not be having this argument again. “Yes, right, I’ll just ask him to give me some money to throw into this pit, shall I?”
“Well, we need to do something, Cal; we’re in limbo here, pal. We can’t move forward, we can’t develop, we can’t grow, we can’t make any more money. We can’t invest in the place. We’re fucked, Cal.” Jack’s face was now flushed with anger. “You need to speak to Julian. He has to help us.”