My First Celebrity Encounter

It's 4.30am on a Saturday morning and dawn is breaking over London. I'm sitting in bed with my head spinning as I write this. I can't believe what just happened in the last few hours. I've only just got back, had a shower and now in bed for some kip before I wake up in a few hours to go to Borough Market.

You may recall from my previous post that my dinner date with J ended with us going separate ways for the night although we'd arranged to meet up again today (Saturday) for dinner this evening and this time around, he'd stay over.

When we parted company, I headed for Pleasuredrome, although this was not my original intention.

As you may already have guessed, Pleasuredrome is my preferred gay spa in London. The other one, Chariots has several branches, the largest of which is Shoreditch but it's become quite rundown in recent times.

Things were more or less what I expected in Pleasuredrome on a late Friday evening. By the time I'd got in, it was about 11pm or so. After having showered, I wandered upstairs to see if there was an action.

I was expecting J to spend the night and had been saving my cum for a few days previously and by the time I got upstairs, was almost ready to fuck anything that moved. Almost immediately I made eye contact with a guy about my age, moderately good-looking and we retired to cubicle where after some foreplay, he only seemed to want to suck me off and who was I to decline?

After we both got what we were after, I sent down to the spa to recover from the encounter. The water was quite cool in the spa which was unusual but there were a few other guys in it and we chatted for a bit. There were about 8 guys in the spa when suddenly the bubbles cut out and we were turfed out as the water level needed to be lowered because of the number of guys in it. We all thought it was bollocks but didn't have any choice so some up us went and to the sauna to warm up until the spa was ready to be reoccupied.

As we were sitting in the sauna, a new guy (his name is "AS") came in - skinhead type, cute, very fit-looking and gregarious. We chatted for a bit and when the spa became ready to be reoccupied, we went back in and continued chatting. My vision that night was uncorrected so I wasn't seeing very clearly or else I'd have remembered where I'd seen him before sooner. As we were chatting, I had this nagging thought at the back of my mind as to why he seemed so familiar but couldn't place him. He said he was at the spa to chill as he'd been busy with a comedy production for the last 3 months. At that time, the penny still hadn't dropped.

As our conversation dropped off, he made to leave the spa and I couldn't help feeling disappointed but just as he was about to step out of the pool, he turned round and said the magic word, "Coming?". My heart either stopped or leapt with excitement, I can't remember which but my head started to swim with anticipation.

I didn't need to be asked a second time and hurriedly left the pool with him. We went upstairs and found a cubicle and proceeded to spend over an hour alone together. I won't say more about what happened as I respect him too much for that and besides I think he values his privacy too much as he would have told me straight off who he was when we were chatting while sitting in the pool. What I will say is that he was more than just a shag from the spa. It was a very personal encounter and a truly unforgettable one which is uncharacteristic of most of my encounters at Pleasuredrome - my last such uncharateristic encounter there was with J.

We went back to the spa pool and then sat there for a good while and he left, I think to seek another encounter. By then, I had already been satisfied several times over and in every sense of the word and when we kissed good-bye at the pool, it was a lingering kiss.

I'm not sure how much time I spent lounging in the spa but it it turns out that I was wrong - I wasn't completely satisfied and decided that I had the strength for another encounter before I called it a night.

That last encounter was unremarkable compared to the time I spent with AS and I won't say much about it other than I was definitely ready to leave for the night by the time it was over. Just as I was about to head to the showers, I bumped into AS again. He said that "they" were about to go and he turned to a stout, middle-aged man with rather theatrical eyebrows and that was when the penny dropped about who AS actually is and I remembered first seeing their comedy double act while on an Atlantis cruise last summer. I don't think they're a couple, other than in a strictly professional sense as they had both been "hunting" separately that night but I could be wrong.

I felt quite embarrassed as I said good-bye. I got a hug and a kiss from AS and a rather awkward handshake from MT.

By the time I left Pleasuredrome, it was in the early hours of the morning but because I was too skint to take a taxi, I decided to wait for the bus which was why I only got to bed at 4.30am on Saturday morning.

I told J about my encounter with AS. He's heard of the double-act but his reaction was rather difficult to gauge but he seemed not to be bothered by it as he stayed the night with me on Saturday and it was magic to wake up with him next to me on Sunday morning.