As part of my job I found myself in Rome. My luggage unfortunately was in Canada (Go Qantas!) and I had an important meeting the day after I arrived. Luckily I had my company Amex card and went clothes shopping whilst the airline was re-directing my luggage.

I found a beautiful shop called "L'Uommo" in a tiny street that fitted and sold fantastic men's wear at a reasonable price.

The guy who served me was a drop-dead gorgeous Italian with thick dark hair and swarthy skin, but those amazing pale blue eyes you mostly find in the very North of Italy.

I decided on a shirt, tie and shoes, and then (as the Italians do) was fitted for a suit.

Whilst he was fitting, pinning and arranging my trousers (I am long and lanky), the zipper got stuck. He was on his knees trying to fix the fly and I had no control over a massive hard-on.

Before I knew it my cock was investigating his tonsils. He was gentle and amazingly adept. In a few short minutes I shot a giant load down his delicious throat. Not a word was exchanged.

When he stood up he had a very obvious "wet patch" on his trousers. We laughed, kissed and both went about finding new trousers for each other.

A very special moment. I walked out of "L'Uommo" with a perfect suit and he waved me off in his new trousers as I took a taxi back to my hotel.