Portuguese stud in Lisbon

I was in Lisbon, Portugal with a bunch of friends - all of them straight. I had noticed a few gay people around town, and had even read about a reasonably sized gay scene, but found no trace of it in the cobblestone hilly streets and alleys of Lisbon's Baixa Choida district. I hope I spelled that correctly.. it was a while ago.
But I still remember the bathroom at the outdoor train station. I had to pee when I arrived on the train, so found my way there and noticed right away that it was a popular spot for hard ons.

The train station was also the subway hub, so when I would head back to my hostel at night, I would sneek in for a pee. Whether I needed to or not. The payphones were just outside the door to the bathroom. So i pretended to be calling overseas to Canada and if someone hot walked in, I would follow.

That's when Andre walked by. He was in his early twenties. Well dressed in a sweater with a collared shirt underneath. He was wearing sandles and grey slacks. His face was boyish, develish, and deliciously handsome. Like a young portuguese gentleman.. who was dying for a hard cock.

I did follow him in the bathroom but it was occupied with another cockhunter. I left first, and he followed some feet behind me. I left the station, telling myself I wasn't going to take the risk of having public sex in a foreign country - especially one that ddn't feel overly tolerant of homosex. But I couldn't help but look back after I had crossed the street and continued walking. And he was back there, following my politely with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. I continued, walking about 4 blocks up the road. He was still there, but I thought he was getting tired, so I turned back. Maybe public sex was okay afterall. Just this once.

I introduced myself and we talked about things. His english was understandable and he had an irresistible accent. I didn't realize until I was up close how boyishly sexy he really was.

We walked up a path that seemed to be a part of a city park. It was narrow and very vacant. We stopped around some trees and talked some more. As he spoke and looked at me, I could sense his horniness. And he could probably see mine. I wanted to pull it out so bad. So I said "I'm gonna pee in the bushes". I turned and walked about 2 feet away, and pulled my cock out. I could see him looking at it and it started getting hard and big.

I put it back in and walked towards him, buttoning my pants. He stared at my crotch as I walked closer and then reached out for it, grabbing it from outside my pants. He stuck his hands down my briefs and felt my warm cock with his bare hands. Then he feel to his knees and stuck it in his hot, slobbery mouth. He told me he loved my cock, and I could tell he was being honest.

A few moments later he stood up and I, with my pants around my ankles, stood up and ripped his pants to the ground. His penis was throbbing so much there was precum dripping to the ground. His cock and stomach very hairy and sexy. I sucked it hard. After a few minutes he starting begging me to take my cock out and slap it against his face. There he was on his knees, eyes closed, with his dresspants to his feet and his ass sticking out, and throbbing in the cool midnight air. His dick was hard and he pumped it, spreading his ass cheeks open with his hands for my cock.

It was hot I knew I was gonna blow. As he nodded desperately 'yes, yes, yes' when I asked him if he wanted my cum, I exploded. All over his shiny brown hair, sexy, chiseled portuguese face and his handsome sweater and dresspants. He pumped his cock a little and an enormous wad spewed out, falling to the ground. We pulled our pants up and walked back to the train station, the lisbon lights in the far distance. We made plans to smoke weed together and fuck eachother next time. Details to follow.