It was just as he left Walford underground station that the heavens decided to open with a summer storm. Matthew Rose had walked barely ten yards when a torrent of water came spiraling down out of the skies. He picked up his pace but to no avail. He walked another ten yards and he was soaked through to the skin. About two hundred yards ahead he saw Steve Owen entering the night club that he owned. Matthew decided to make for that. He was about thirty seconds behind Steve and pushed open the door of the shelter. He went down the stairs and saw Steve behind the bar. He looked up as the lad entered the main area of the club.

"Crikey, Matthew. Just been swimming fully dressed or what?"

"Just got caught in it Steve. This was the first place I could shelter in."

Matthew sneezed.

"Christ, Matthew. You should get out of those clothes. You'll catch your bloody death. Tell you what, you take them off and I'll find some towels in the kitchen you can wrap around yourself. We can sling your clothes in the drier in there. It'll only take half an hour to get 'em dry."

Once Steve had left Matthew began to remove his sopping clothes. He had taken off his jumper and tee-shirt and pushed his jeans down to his knees before realizing he had to take his trainers off first. It was as he was bent over un-doing the laces that Steve walked back in to the room. He didn't say anything but just looked at the lad's arse, which was wrapped in his damp underwear. Although he had had many girlfriends, Steve also had a secret lusting for young blokes. He would often loiter in the park, watching young guys playing football, wearing just their shorts and trainers. Or he would watch them as they sun-bathed, again topless, until his cock began to stiffen with the lust that coursed through him. He hadn't done much to satisfy his desires, although many a young guy leaving the club early in the morning was happy to accept a few free drinks and they never stopped Steve as he groped them up, and, once he'd freed their cocks from their jeans, blew them to completion.

Matthew pushed his trainers off and peeled off his wet socks before stepping out of his jeans. He stood up and his peripheral vision caught sight of Steve who stepped forward.

"Here ya’ go, mate. Dry yourself down and wrap these round you. I'll get you a big, stiff brandy to neck."

"Thanks Steve."

As Steve moved behind the bar, Matt stripped off his underwear and dried himself. As he was doing so, he was sure that he could see Steve keep catching glances at him. He dismissed the thought and wrapped one towel around his waist and draped the other over his shoulders. Steve stepped back from behind the bar with a glass in his hand.

"There we are mate. Down that in one and you'll soon feel a fuck of a lot warmer."

"It's looks pretty full to me, Steve."

"Don't worry mate. Tell you what, I'll join you."

Steve went and filled his own glass and returned to where Matthew was standing. He offered his glass forward and they knocked them together.

"Cheers."

"Yeah cheers, mate, and here's to no pneumonia!"

Matthew drank his