I was in São Paulo, Brazil for just two nights on a business trip a few years back. Because the flights back to the States leave at night, we had some time to kill that day and went for a number of Caipirinhas before heading to the airport. By the time we got there I had a healthy buzz. I'd been with my client for a day and a half so had to keep myself in check. You can imagine how hard that was with all the beautiful Brazilian boys around.

Not five minutes after my colleague and I got into the business class lounge at the airport I noticed a dark handsome stranger noticing me. Just to be sure, I kept my eyes on him as I walked around the lounge, getting a magazine, topping up my buzz at the bar, etc. He was following my every move. So I decided I'd really put him to the test. I told my colleague I had to use the bathroom and went to see if he'd follow my move in there.

Half a minute after I walked in, he followed. I was at the urinal, and the stall was occupied. He stood behind me, "waiting," and licking his lips. The guy in the stall finished, flushed, walked to the sink, and started washing his hands. My guy went into the stall. Of course he left the door open. When the other guy left the bathroom, I walked over to the stall to check out what was going on inside. There was my guy, facing the door, with his massive meat in his hand. He was already hard when I walked in and shut the door behind me.

It was one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seen. Not just long as hell, but thick. A real handful - and it was throbbing. Before I knew it, my mouth was around it, softly licking and caressing its gorgeous head. I moved it deeper and deeper into my mouth until I was gagging on its deliciousness. With my spit as lube I spun my hand round and round his hefty shaft while sucking the top six inches with abandon. He was moaning and writhing in delight. My own dripping cock was in my hand as I sucked him off like a pro.

After a few minutes of worshipping his handsome cock, they announced my flight over the loud speaker. I could tell he was ready to go to. With my tongue nestled under the bottom of his head, I pumped away with my hand until a massive arcing stream of hot juice went flying across my tongue and into the toilet bowl in front of me. I lapped at it as it flew. I was so turned on by his tasty shot I failed to notice I had doused the floor in front of me with my own sticky pool.

I licked his tip dry and then pulled up my pants to go. I left him in the stall, barely able to catch his breath.

When I went back into the lounge, my colleague was standing there nervously with our baggage.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"A few too many Caipirinhas I guess," I replied.

We ran to our flight and made it on in time.

As I was putting my baggage above me, I head a voice from the row behind ask the passenger in my row a question: "Do you mind swapping seats so my friend and I can sit together?" It was my super-hung bathroom lover. As the passenger in my room got up to swap seats with him, I knew I was in store for an eventful flight.