This story is true. I've changed his name and a few of the details but what you're about to read really did happen.
My wife and I had travelled to London for a weekend break in the city. We'd both had a tough few weeks at work and the weekend was a welcome chance for us to unwind and have some fun. Our train from Yorkshire arrived at Kings Cross on Friday afternoon and we made our way straight to the hotel. We'd splashed out on a really nice place on the south bank.
London was enjoying a heatwave and the long train journey and beautiful weather had put us in the mood for a few alfresco drinks. After checking into the hotel, we got changed quickly and headed out to the South Bank. There's nowhere quite like central London on a sunny day and we had a great time visiting the bars and pubs of the capital and enjoying the relaxed summery vibe of the city on a Friday night.
By some miracle, I woke up on Saturday morning hangover free. My wife was meeting one of her London friends for a matinee in the West End, there hadn't been a spare ticket for me so I was free to amuse myself for a few hours. I waved her off and stretched out on the big hotel bed. I had a few ideas about what I was going to do to pass the time. In short, I was in the mood for cock. When I'm staying in a hotel, I generally have a look at who's near on a hookup app in the hope that I'll be able to sneak away and get my rocks off with someone local. But this time there was nobody I fancied that was close enough and free at short notice.
I resigned myself to an afternoon of wanking instead. One of the other things I like to do when I'm away from home is to see who is advertising their services on male escort websites in the area. I hadn't actually ever gone as far as paying for sex through one of them, but I enjoyed looking at the pictures of the guys and knowing that if I wanted, and fancied handing over some cash, I could shag any of them. As you'd expect, in London there were many, many pages of guys offering their services and I was soon stretched out on the hotel bed, playing with my fat dick and imagining what I'd do with some of the big dicked, muscle hunks that I was a looking at.
It wasn't until I was 4 or 5 pages into one of the sites that I saw him. I recognised his face at once; Karl. He was a porn actor that I'd discovered a few years before. Swedish, muscular, with amazing blue eyes and a hairy chest. If I had a 'type' he was it, and I'd already
scoured the internet to download as many videos with him in as I could find. Unfortunately, I soon found out that he wasn't very prolific. I'd managed to find about 10 videos that he starred in, mostly British ones from the last 10 years. I'd wanked over this unbelievably sexy man more times than I could remember.
I looked through his pictures on the site, a few were stills from movies that I'd seen him in but there were more recent ones where he looked a bit older, to be honest older is always a plus for me. In these pictures, he looked even hotter. It didn't really take much thinking about. If I wanted to, I could make some of my Karl fantasies come true... And I did want to. I clicked the button to send him a message:
"Hey, are you available this afternoon, I'm visiting London and looking for some fun."
I clicked send and waited. My heart beating fast. My dick was solid and already leaking precum. I didn't have to wait long, a reply came within about a minute.
"Sure, my place is in Elephant and Castle, want to come over?"
I knew that Elephant and Castle was close to where I was staying. I could probably walk to him in 20 minutes. This was perfect.
"Yes", I said. "I can be there in half an hour. About 3pm?"
"Perfect" came the message back, "I'll jump in the shower now." Then he followed with the address.
I stood up and began to pace around the room. This was massive. I was about to pay for sex for the first time ever, but in return, I was about to undress Karl and do some of the things I'd dreamed about. It was worth it. It occurred to me that I didn't even know how much this was going to cost me. I clicked back to his profile on the site, £130 for an in-call. A bit more than I'd expected, but what the hell. If I didn't do this, I knew I'd regret it.
I got straight into the shower, still hard. Soaping my dick thinking about what I was about to do. I was nervous and excited, the familiar knot in my stomach that I get before a rare meeting with a guy. I love that feeling. I decided to get an Uber rather than walk so I wouldn't arrive hot and sweaty. I got dressed quickly, requested the Uber and headed downstairs to get some cash from the ATM in the hotel lobby.
15 minutes later, I was standing in front of a black door nestled between two different shops, just a couple of streets away from the busy elephant and castle roundabout. I buzzed the flat number he'd given me and the familiar voice said "hey, come in, 2nd floor" before the door buzzed open. I made my way upstairs the rather shabby stairs and knocked on the door. My heart pounding in my chest. Almost immediately, it opened and he was standing there. He was wearing a blue shirt and jeans and was even sexier than I could have hoped. "Hello," he said, "come on inside" his Swedish accent making me melt. He winked one of his amazing blue eyes and turned around, leading me into his flat. I took this opportunity to look hungrily at his broad shoulders and tight muscular arse, clearly visible in his tight jeans.
His flat was nice; all exposed brick and chrome, basically one big room with the kitchen down one side and a sofa and TV on the other with open doors leaving off to a bedroom and a bathroom. Take a seat he said, motioning me to the sofa. "Fancy a beer?" he added heading over to the fridge.
"Yes, please," I said rather stiffly. My heart seemed to be pounding more quickly and loudly than usual. I was terrified. All of a sudden, this didn't seem like such a great idea after all.
He came back from the fridge and handed me a Peroni, as his hand touched mine I felt a rush of electricity. I might be nervous, but I still wanted him. I took the bundle of bank notes from my pocket and put it on the coffee table, my hands were visibly shaking "money's there" I said, my voice quavering.
"Thanks," he replied, looking at it but not bothering to count it. He sat down next to me, the side of his leg touching mine. "Don't be nervous" he said, patting my leg. "We're here to have fun. Just try to relax I'll do what I can to make sure you enjoy yourself. What's your name?"
"I'm Tom" I said nervously.
"Well Tom, he said, smiling, his amazing blue eyes looking into mine, "I'm Karl, why don't you tell me what turns you on"
"Well," I said, taking a deep breath "I like sucking dick"