by Patrick
I was in a pub in London, having drinks with a few friends, when this handsome, and fairly inebriated, businessman walked in.
He looked young (my guess was late 20s) and had short, brown hair, a neatly trimmed beard (as is the fashion these days), and blue eyes. He had a swimmer's build (toned and lean) which was apparent when he took his blue suit jacket off, exposing his white dress shirt and already loosened pink tie. I think he may have thought that he'd get table service and he could order a beer, but this wasn't that sort of place, and after putting his head down on the table, it wouldn't have really mattered anyway - he was pretty far gone and they wouldn't have served him.
My friends had to head off to catch their train, so I stuck around finishing the last of my pint; all the while, I couldn't stop looking at this handsome, drunk businessman. I went over to the guy and spoke to him, "Hey, are you alright? Can I get you anything? Maybe some water?" He popped his head up for a moment, wobbling to and fro, looked at me and replied, "Huh? 'nother beer!" and then put his head back on the table. I lied and said that the last bell had gone and they weren't serving anymore, to which his response was just a slurred "Fuck...".
"Where do you live? Perhaps I can walk you to the station?"
"Not... from here... Staying... Hotel... that way." *vague gesture*
"Okay, well let me at least walk you back to your hotel."
"Alllllllllright..." *burp*
I helped the stranger to his feet and lead him out the door; at this point he almost fell over so I put his arm around my shoulders and told him to lead the way. We started off down the road and I made some small talk just to try and keep him awake.
"So, where're you from?"
"Birmmmmmingham..." *burp*
"Okay, and what line of work are you in?"
"Bankingggg... Money money money money - Money! Hahahaha" (it made sense, given the quality of his suit and shoes); "whaaaadabout you?" *hiccup*
"I'm a software developer."
"HA! Neeeeeeeeeerd! But nah, you're coooooool - owe ya for geddin me back here."
After a bit further he pointed and slurred, "Ooohh! It's hereeeee..." and got out his room key. I thought to myself, "thank Christ for that, you're about to fall over and pass out"; I helped him up the stairs and had to take the key from him to open the door to his room. I led him to the bed and he just flopped over, face first, and lay there with his legs sticking off the end - it was somewhat comical to be honest.
"I'm glad you're back now, then; I'm just going to get going now... Hello?" He was already snoring. I stared at him on the bed, and how peaceful he looked, and a wicked thought started to come over me - I could do whatever I wanted, and he'd never know. The thought immediately repulsed me, and yet I could feel my dick getting hard, just thinking about the possibility. My pulse started racing, as I weighed my options; a primal force took over me - I wasn't myself anymore. I crossed the room and quietly shut the door.
It was fairly dark in the room, but my eyes quickly adjusted. I walked over to the side of the bed and tapped him and said, "Hey, can you hear me?" - no respose. I gave him a bit of a shake and repeated myself, and all he did was continue to snore; "Good, he's passed out."
I then went to the foot of the bed and admired his shoes - black, soft leather loafers with a small heel. I slid one off, carefully, and looked inside to see they were Italian (size 11); more interestingly, though, was the smell - it was phenomenal! Slightly sour, not an overpowering musk, but manly and mixed with the leather - my erection was rock hard at this point. I took off the other shoe and admired his socks; blue dress socks that were slightly sheer, with more solid material over the toes and the heel. I knelt down, pressed my face into his feet and deeply inhaled; it was glorious. I stayed there for a few moments and decided to release my cock from my trousers, as things were getting a bit uncomfortable, and continued to deeply inhale. Drops of precum began to form from my dick, and slowly gathered and dripped onto the carpet of the hotel room; all the while, the guy was still gently snoring.
I continued, reached up his leg and slowly slid down his right sock and pulled it over his heel. I then pulled the bunched up sock off of the remainder of his foot, fully exposing a gorgeous size 11. His toenails were neatly trimmed and his feet weren't very hairy - only a few hairs on top and on his big toe. His foot had a nice arch and was slim with slender toes. I then lifted up his foot , sat on the bed, and put his toes in my mouth. I proceeded to suck each of the toes individually, licking between them to taste the sweat, with little nibbles along the way. His foot twitched slightly, as I did so (I guessed he was ticklish), which added to the intrigue of it all, as I certainly didn't want to wake him - I was enjoying this way too much.
After I'd sufficiently wet the right foot, I took off his left sock and proceeded to do the same. My dick was bobbing up and down the entire time as I enjoyed my tasty treat. I then put his foot down and rubbed my cock slowly over them, giving myself a bit of a slippery foot job with his feet. You would've thought that in itself was enough, but I had to keep going; I wanted to keep exploring this guy, as much as I could, while he was mine to have.
I tickled the side of his stomach a little bit to cause him to roll over onto his back. I unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down to expose a toned stomach with a trail of soft hair leading to the waistband of his black Adidas briefs and his semi-hard erection - it made me even harder thinking that even in this state, subconsiously, he was enjoying this. I then pulled his trousers down to his ankles, and then over his feet, and slowly did the same with his underwear; he had a lovely, uncut dick that was growing to what I thought would in the end be about 7 inches (not bad) and a nice tuft of brown pubes. I then positioned his legs so that they were over my shoulders and began to carefully lick his puckered anus. He twitched for a moment when I gingerly began to do so, but I could feel his body ease up and relax as I continued to lick and probe his hole. I could tell that his body was getting into this, as his cock grew harder and I heard a soft moan escape his lips.
I continued at this for a bit, precum starting to drip down his dick, and then decided to go all the way. I moved up the bed, raising his legs and hips, and pressed the head of my cock on the outside of his relaxed and wet hole. I carefully began to press against it, entering him, and after a few moments, was fully inside of him. I started slow at first, making sure not to cause too much discomfort, but picked up the pace as I lost myself in the act. His cock was stiff as a pole and oozing more and more precum as I kept going. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and my body spasmed and shuddered as I came inside of him.
As my dick grew flaccid, I pulled out from inside of him and a little cum oozed out of his hole. I wanted to ensure I repaid him for the pleasure he had unknowingly given me; I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and took him entirely into my mouth. I moved up and down and could feel him buck his hips a bit, getting into the rhythm, enjoying the pleasure he was receiving. After a few minutes, I felt his balls tense, his dick pulse, and he shot a big load in my mouth, which I gladly swallowed. With both of us spent, I went to the toilet, cleaned myself up, and put his underwear back on before leaving. I also took his socks as a bit of a souvenier and something to sniff and jerk off to later.
On the train I still couldn't believe what I'd done, but it was also one of the best orgasms I'd had in my entire life. I still go back to that pub, hoping that guy will be popping back through London and staying at the same place, but I have yet to see him again. I'll forever remember that night where I had my way with the young businessman and his lovely feet and tight hole.
