Traveling

My name is George and I work with a chip-producing company. Long story short, I had to go to London on a business trip for a week, in order to seal a deal with a parts manufacturer there. This is just the boring side to the story, but it is what set up the whole thing.

Of course, the company paid for my hotel stay and food. Any other thing, such as shopping and entertainment had to be paid from my own pockets. No problem with that. I went to London decided to seal that deal, so I was keen on my work. I successfully got the deal, and had some spare days to spend in London before having to return home. With this spare time, I decided I should get to know the city, have some fun.

During that weekend, I certainly went all out and spent a lot of money, shopping for clothes at different stores and trying plenty of different restaurants. I also had to buy an umbrella and warmer clothes, because it constantly rains over there. It was a little crazy and I may have gone over the top but it was fun.

Here is when the fun begins. That saturday I went to a pub to have some down time surrounded by locals and try the kind of drinks they make here. I was excited but I was not expecting so much out of this little trip. I just got to the pub, sat down to order some drinks, and enjoy the music. I had a few casual conversations with the people sitting around me, but these ended as soon as they had to go somewhere else.

Through the night, I noticed there was someone looking at me from across the bar, attentively and seemingly focused. Seemed very interested in me, yet distant and shy. It was a tan man, seemed shorter than me, with light brown eyes and a short, spiky black hair. He had handsome features, and a charming smile. I had felt attraction to males before, but I had never tried anything. This time, I felt really attracted to this man, and since I was in foreign land I thought nothing would hurt.

He seemed like he was totally not going to talk to me, so I approached him confidently. After that, which I was able to do probably due to the alcohol in me, he opened up easily and we had a long, nice conversation. It was easy to talk to this man, whose name I will not say here for privacy reasons.

Let’s call him John. John was a sweet man. We just continued to drink and talk for hours, until our bodies could not hold us up anymore. John and I left the pub, and continued to talk on our walk back home. We helped each other stand up and not trip while we walked, because we were pretty drunk.

The hotel I was staying at was closer to the pub than John’s house, which was actually so far away he would need to catch a ride there. So, I offered him to sleep over at my place since I had enough space, being just me in the room. At first I had no more intentions but that changed soon, or rather, it was just something that happened like second nature between us.

We went into my room, and I turned on the lights. He sat down on my bed, with his eyes closed and a smile. I began to undress to change into clothes better suited for sleeping, and he seemingly started to undress as well. I noticed he was looking at me attentively, then called for me. I sat beside him on the bed and he leaned towards me and kissed me.

I was surprised at first, being the first time I kissed a man. I just gave in and let him do his thing, I was enjoying it. I was already in my underwear, so he just put his hand on my boner and started to stroke it. I did the same to him, then he got down to his knees in front of me.

He took off my boxers and started to busily suck on my dick. He did it better than women who have done it to me before, and that was very surprising. He was going to make me come really fast, but I stopped him. I grabbed his head and lifted it to kiss him, then stood up while still kissing him and threw him on the bed.

I took his boxers off and started to suck on his cock, something I had never done before. I tried to mimic the girls in porn, and he seemed to enjoy it so I was pleased. After a few moments, he came into my mouth without warning and I just swallowed it. Amazingly, the cum tasted like nothing.

He pulled me down to kiss him, then got his hand down to my cock and started to stroke it gently while we kissed, until I came over his abdomen. He picked up the cum with his fingers and sucked it off them. We kissed for a bit more then we went to sleep together, cuddling the whole night.

The following day I had to go catch my flight to return home, and he was sad about it. I was sad too. Apparently we had fallen for each other. We made a promise to meet again, and I certainly can’t wait until the next time I go to London.