and hit the lights as they entered. “Two thousand square feet of open loft…floor to ceiling windows with one-way glass…only door in the whole place is to the bathroom, and that’s the original ‘men’s locker room’ left from when this was a leather tanning business over fifty years ago…still have a couple urinals and the gang shower…even a couple lockers – great for storing laundry stuff.”

The space was divided by carpeted “room groups”…heavy, masculine furniture, dominated by what appeared to be a four poster king-size bed in the center of the loft. The lights of the city were beginning to sparkle in the early dusk. “Can you see the city at night from the bed?”

“Man…there’s lots of things you can see from that bed…including the city!”

JJ unzipped his leather jacket, tossed it on a chair. He was wearing a tight turtleneck tucked into his 501s. He faced Ron and slid his hands under the lapels of his suit jacket and onto his shoulders. “You got a good eyeful of me the other night…now it’s my turn – you need to get comfortable…”

“You want me to strip?”

“Nope, you won’t have to do a thing…I’ll do all the strippin’, ok? This is a nice suit…want me to hang it up as I take it off?”

“Toss it on a chair…I’ll hang it later, or take it to the cleaners on Monday.” JJ slid his jacket off and laid it carefully across the arm of a chair…pulled off Ron’s tie and started to unbutton his vest.

“Damn, you hot shot lawyers sure do wear a lot of clothes…I’ve only got on four pieces counting socks!”

“No ring?”

“Not today…besides, that’s not clothes – it’s an ‘accessory’…you wearin’ one?”

“Never do under a suit…I’d pop a woody and could never get up from my desk in a meeting!”

“You poor baby…!” JJ unbuttoned Ron’s shirt, pulled it out of his trousers and tossed it aside. “Damn, man…an undershirt – you DO have way too much cloth on your bod!” JJ quickly pulled the shirt over Ron’s head and began to “examine” the older man’s torso, running his hands over his tight pecs – pinching his nipples until they were rock hard. He thumbed his way down the center of his stomach, checking Ron’s still firm six-pack. Ron had kept himself in pretty good shape since college…not “physique” mag shape, but good enough to get second looks at the Y when he worked out a couple times a week – and from the younger studs that were at Rod’s Friday night blasts. JJ ran his hands up Ron’s rib cage, thumbing his nipples again. “Put your hands behind your head…let me eat out your pits…” JJ licked his lips and buried his face in Rod’s right armpit…then quickly pulled away. “Damn, I hate what antiperspirant does to your tongue – forgot about this shit…I’ll finish your pits after I get you showered! Kick off your shoes…let’s go for the good stuff!” JJ undid Ron’s belt, popped the clip on the waistband, dropped the zipper and let his trousers fall to his ankles. Ron was wearing no-fly white bikinis, which trapped – and displayed – his full erection aimed at his left hip. JJ started fingering