I have written down and kept record of years of meets in what I call my cock tales journals. This suck off happened on a trip to London about 20 years ago. I was there for business and on a Saturday afternoon, ventured to Piccadilly Circus and from there walked into Soho.

I watched him walk into the bar, confident, definitely comfortable in his own skin. I guessed him to be in his mid-thirties.  He stood about two meters from me, waiting to catch the barman's attention. He must have felt my gaze and his face turned to meet mine, his eyes bore into mine momentarily, before he smiled. I smiled back.

He turned to the barman and ordered a Carlsberg. I watched him take hold of the glass bottle. He took the first full gulp of ice-cold beer whilst still standing. I watched his mouth open, as his lips covered the neck of the bottle, allowing the bubbling hops and barley to slide down his throat. His simple action was both sensual and enticing to watch. I had to force myself to stop staring. He carried on standing for the next couple of swigs and then casually moved to a barstool two away from me and sat down

I was beginning to feel the incredible tightening feeling in my stomach, the sense of hope and expectancy, when your imagination starts to play games. Caution sometimes can lose to recklessness and I played my familiar phrase back and forth in my mind, be careful, hold back, observe, look for signs and follow your gut feelings. He took a final swig and stood up, giving me a casual glance as he walked past me to the cloakrooms. I wondered if he felt my eyes feasting on him as he walked away, his chinos outlined what looked like a firm chiseled pair of butt cheeks, the beige material complementing his green and brown checked shirt.

He was taking ages to come back. I have cruised many times in my life. I felt the familiar feeling that he may be taking his time to lure me into the cloakrooms I wasn't convinced, but decided to follow him in. The bar was almost empty, being early afternoon, other than two guys at a table in the far corner. I stood up and walked into the cloakrooms. My heart missed a beat. His back was to me, at one of only two urinals. His legs spread, his hands to his front. He must have been standing for ages waiting. I decided this was a hit and moved next to him and unzipped and began to piss into the urinal. I glanced sideways and caught sight of his cock. His left hand was holding his semi hard shaft and rolling his foreskin backwards and forward. He looked to have length and girth. His eyes then caught mine as he turned towards me still holding his cock and he let me soak in the view, rolling back his foreskin to reveal his hammerhead before slowly placing his cock back into his jocks and zipping up.

He moved to the sink area. I zipped up and slowly went into the end toilet, closing the door, but not locking it. I held my breath as I heard him pull at the paper hand roller and then the door opened, bingo!

I sat down on the toilet seat, as he locked the door. He stood staring at me, as my hand reached out towards his obvious cock stand. My hand ran across his bulge.

He started to unzip and I took over, my hand briefly touching his, as he let his hands fall to his side. He stepped forward and unbuckled his belt and button and parted the gates of heaven.  A thick dark mass of groin hairs radiated upwards from his underwear. I took hold of the waistband with both hands and peeled the cotton downwards, his cock sprung upwards to attention, released from its furry nest. His foreskin was slightly folded backwards and his head looked moist, either from his piss or his precum.

I moved in and without holding his cock let my tongue make the first contact just under his head and licked upwards and over his piss slit, before lunging forward and allowing his cock to slide deep into my mouth. His hands instinctively came up behind my head and he pushed me forward and then he took over and began fucking my mouth. I brought my hands behind him onto his butt cheeks, but he quickly brought his hands to his butt and pushed my hands away. He brought his hands back behind my head and then silently shot his load into me. His shaft jerked a few times as his balls emptied his load into me. His cum was musty but sweet. He pulled out quickly. I wanted to carry on sucking his spent cock, but he didn't let me.

He shoved his cock back into its nest, zipped up turned around and walked out. After he left, I lingered, savouring the after taste of his man batter. When I returned to my bar stool, he was sitting, drinking another beer as if nothing had happened. When he finished, he stood up and left. Twenty minutes ago, he was someone I had never met but in twenty minutes his cock had taken and used my mouth for his gratification and he had sent his cum down my throat. Such is the risk and thrill of cruising.

 I ordered another beer, glowing inwardly, knowing that though he had left and I didn't even know his name, his cum was slowly working its way through me. The bar began to fill up, not overly crowded, but a guy about my age caught my eye. Good looks, in good shape and he was staring me out