It was my last full day in London before heading back to my home country. It was a beautiful warm sunny day in the English capital. This wasn’t my first time in this large bustling city, and I’d already been here for a few days already, so I’d seen most of the sites and attractions by now, and today I was keen to just chill somewhere quiet and watch the world go by. I managed to find a small café on the banks of the Thames just down from Tate Modern.

Whilst sipping my coffee, watching all the cute English lads go about their day, I took the opportunity to scroll through Grindr. So many sexy options to choose from; which one? I replied to a few messages I’d already received, mostly just the usual small talk, nothing really going anywhere, or they were too far out of my way.

It was then that I received a message from a guy; Hey there, how’s things?

Nothing out there, but his profile pic caught my eye. Muscular build, short hair, strong features with a well-manicured goatee dressed in a business suit. And boy did he look like he meant business. I scrolled through his other pics, a couple from his travels, shirtless pic, yummy, and your usual gym selfie. His profile read he was looking for some fun and nothing serious.

I replied back with a simple; Hey mate I’m good thanks, yourself? Play it cool, play it cool, I said to myself.

He replied almost straight away; Yeah alright, just about to go on my lunch break. You look close.

I was, just a few hundred meters according to the app. I told him that I was just chilling by the Thames, having a coffee. He asked if I wanted to meet up during his thirty-minute-long lunch break. I was most definitely keen. A couple more minutes of chat to kill time, turns out he’s Italian, been living over here in the UK for a couple of years and works in IT for a bank here in the city.

We exchanged some pics. Yes, the NSFW kind. And yes, the pics were just as amazing as I’d hoped. And yes, he was packing downstairs. Guess it is true about what they say about Italians. Seeing that body minus the clothes... I couldn’t wait to experience it in person.

His lunch break started in ten minutes, and he told me where to meet him. I was there in five. I recognized him from his pics immediately when I saw him walking around the corner. Broad shoulders, tight fitting business shirt and an amazing smile. Cheek bones to die for. After the awkward exchanging of pleasantries, he told me to follow him.

We walked about a block and into this rather posh looking hotel foyer. Crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings, dark marble floors and walls, and a large oval shaped bar in the middle. I felt very under dressed. We proceeded past the bar and down a corridor off to one side and into the large bathroom. Floor to ceiling mirrors, gold plated taps, and marble floors, walls and basins. We were the only ones in there. We entered the disabled toilet.

I’d just turned around from locking the door when he grabbed me and pulled me into him, kissing me, forcefully, but passionately at the same time. We were on the clock after all.

He was an amazing kisser. His large hands holding me into him and mine around his neck, forcing our tongues down each other’s throats further. My hands made their way down his back, untucking his shirt as they went, before reaching his arse. Oh my god that arse. His tight pants left nothing to the imagination. I wanted him, so bad.

He pulled away just long enough to remove my shirt, he then proceeded to kiss my neck before slowly moving his way down to my chest and then sucked on my nipple. I let out a low moan. It felt amazing. He was amazing. I was wishing we had longer. I wanted him to take the rest of the day off. I wanted to go back to reception and book us a room for the night. I didn’t want this to end.

He came up for more air and we locked lips once again. This time it was my turn to remove some clothing. I managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and I felt his huge chest and stomach muscles. He was clean shaven all over, I wanted to lick it all. I kissed his neck as his hands fumbled with my pants button and fly. Before I knew it, my pants were down around my ankles and underwear not far behind.

I was so fucking hard. He knew it. He felt it. And I knew he wanted it. And I wanted him to have it. He sat down on the toilet seat and took my hard erection in his hand. It was throbbing in anticipation. He didn’t even hesitate; he ran his tongue over the head of my cock, licking the precum that was had started leaking out and then proceeded to take my full length down his throat. It felt amazing. I let out another moan, realising that I may not have heard anyone enter the bathroom with everything happening. Hoping that no one had, I continued to moan uncontrollably, trying to muffle it as much as possible.

His skills at giving head were amazing. With one hand he massaged my balls, with his other wrapped around the base of my meat stroking and sucking simultaneously. I was in heaven. It felt so God damned amazing that I felt myself inching closer and I had to force him to stop and take a breath. I wasn’t ready for this moment to end so quickly. As he reluctantly pulled away, he looked up at me, a big smile spread across his face. He looked so damn handsome, big blue eyes staring up at me as he continued to slowly stroke me. His eyes were begging me to give him more.

But as I looked down, beyond his handsome features, I noticed his other hand was busy working away on his own hard piece of meat. At some point he’d managed to pull his own cock out of his pants. The pics he’d sent me did not do it justice. A big, thick, Italian sausage, it was glorious to behold. I felt sorry for any bottoms that had crossed his path and envied the future ones that did.

I bent down and kissed him deep and long. I could taste the saltiness of my precum on his tongue still. At the same time, I grabbed his cock, replacing his own hand with mine and held it. The weight of it alone was terrifying. My hand barely reached around the girth of it. I started stroking it, all the while our tongues fighting to get deeper down each other’s throats.

He pulled away and again we locked eyes, I knew where he really wanted to put his mouth. I reluctantly released my hold on his cock, but not before running my fingers over his thick purple head wiping up the precum and bringing it to my mouth and I tasted him. Sweat, and juicy Italian cum.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned as he was again balls deep down my shaft. I knew I wasn’t going to last at this rate. So, I gave in, grabbed the back of his head with two hands and forced my cock deeper into his mouth. Spit was oozing out of the side of his mouth as I fucked his perfectly sculptured face. We didn’t care anymore about the noise. I could feel myself getting close.

“I’m gonna fucking cum.”

I released my hands from his head and allowed him to freely take my load. It was intense. I could feel my cock unloading inside of him, gushing out, filling his mouth. He couldn’t swallow fast enough and some escaped, dripping down his chin and onto his still hard cock that he was still stroking.

After what felt like minutes of pure orgasm, he continued to lick my sensitive head; he didn’t want to miss a single drop. Slowly I pulled out, him still holding my cock in one hand, I watched him as he gave his own cock his full attention. He jerked that monster like there was no tomorrow. I leaned in to kiss him again, partially to muffle his moans, partially cos I needed him. The taste of my explosion still fresh on his lips.

He got faster and more violent with his strokes before he pulled away from my kiss, flung his head back and unloaded his balls all over the polished bathroom tiles. It was a wonder to behold. At that moment I knew I had to have him in my mouth. I knelt down and took his giant monster of a cock in my mouth. It was a struggle. I could only manage to get his swollen head in my mouth. But that was all I needed to lick him clean and suck out the remainder of his juices. It tasted as amazing as it looked.

At that moment we heard someone enter the bathroom. I quickly stood up and we locked eyes, both smirking at the scene before us and the situation we were now in, half naked with wet floppy cocks. I kissed him again gently and quietly. Once we heard the door close and we were sure the coast was clear, we quickly dressed and exited the bathroom together.

He bought me a drink and we sat by the window and casually chatted for the remainder of his lunch break. The atmosphere was a lot less awkward between us now and we got along quite well. We exchanged numbers, a kiss and a hug before we departed and went our separate ways. Still to this very day we keep in touch. Due to Covid I haven’t managed to get back over to London, but I’m hoping to soon and I’m looking forward to rounds two, three, four, and five.