I was about 25 at the time and married. I got a new job as a software engineer in London. The company gave me a flat in Knightsbridge and I traveled home to my wife at weekends.

Not knowing people and having little to do at night, I’d often visit the local pubs on my own. In the North, pubs are pretty sociable and strangers would talk to you, but not so much in London. One night, standing alone at the bar, I decided to start a conversation with an older gentleman. He seemed very happy to have someone to talk with, in fact he told me he had been in the pub several times, but nobody had ever talked to him.

He was in his 60s and was from Georgia, USA. He was decent looking, well dressed and said he was in London doing an extended writing course. We chatted awhile. Before parting, we arranged to meet again for a drink the following night.

Next night I was delayed at work, so arrived late at the pub. As I was walking in he was walking out. I apologized for my lateness, but he wasn’t concerned and invited me for a drink at his flat. He had a short term rental on a basement flat close by.

We sat on chairs at his table and he poured me some wine. We just talked about our lives. At one point, he said he liked my skinny jeans, but they must be uncomfortable. I told him they were actually stretch. Without a word he reached for the material on my thigh and gave it a pull to confirm. I thought it strange, but also strangely arousing.

We talked more and he said he had to buy underwear, but could only find briefs not shorts. He asked if I wore briefs, which I confirmed, and he asked me which side did I dress? I didn’t really know, so he told me to check when I went to the bathroom.

Eventually, I did need the bathroom and when I came out. He was waiting outside. He asked if I’d checked, but I totally forgot. He reached out and rubbed my cock under my jeans. I felt a panic but also a thrill. After a short time I joked weakly that it was unfair unless I could check him too. He immediately unbuckled his trousers and dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles revealing an already hard cock. I reached out and touched it and he immediately began moaning.

We stood holding each other and he tried to kiss me, but I wasn’t comfortable with it. I dropped to my knees and put him in my mouth. It felt great to suck him. He took me over to his bed and I went down on him. I sucked him until he came and swallowed his load. I then left, but over the next couple of weeks we met a few times for me to service his cock. Sometimes he would give me a facial and sometimes I’d swallow. It was all one way, though last time I went to his place he jerked my off while MASH was on TV. After that I simply walked out and we never met again.

It wasn’t great sex or anything, but it did awaken me to the joy of being a cock slut.