Exhibitionist visits Berlin

Night 3

There are tools in my toolbox that I seldom use. I’d like more practice using them so that I can build more things. I’d like that.

Allen and I walked side-by-side from the hotel to Mutschmanns. I wore a leather cap, thick leather collar with a leather leash, harness, jock strap and boots. Mr. Silver had a leather cap on, vest over a bare chest, jeans and boots.

Sir casually held the leash as we entered Mutschmanns. We got a couple of beers and took a seat at a table off to the side. As we sat, we sized up the bar while enjoying authentic German wheat beers. After a few minutes, Sir stood up and undid his jeans and slid them down his thighs and then sat down. I got on my knees and unlaced his boots and slipped them off. Then I pulled off Sir’s jeans, folded them and placed them on the table. I slipped the boots back on Sir’s feet laced them up. The whole time that I was kneeing my ass was facing the bar. I felt Sir’s hand slide down my back and the crack of my ass. I nestled my head in his crotch, sniffed and kissed his jock strap.

I got up and put the jeans into the backpack that we had brought with us and set out the smaller toy bag. Sir pulled out a padlock and key. He instructed me to secure the backpack. I walked to the back room where, just inside the door, there’s a row of lockers. When I returned, I slipped the leather cord with the key around Sir’s neck.

Sir got up again and grabbed his glass and moved to stand with his back to the bar. I grabbed my beer and the toy bag and followed him. Standing at the bar, I took another drink. Admiring how sexy Mr. Silver looks, I started to lick and nibble on his nipples. Unlike my nipples, Sir’s nipples are wired. As I licked and suckled on his nipples, there was subtle change in his posture. He pulled his shoulder back, raised his chin, took in deeper breaths and moved his hips forward just a bit. All signs of pleasure.

With my mouth still working his nipples, I took hold of his jock strap. As I massaged his cock through the course material, I felt it coming alive. I slipped the waist band down a bit and exposed the head of his cock. As I gently squeezed his glans between my thumb and index finger, I felt a slight tremble. With my hands on both hips, thumbs in the waist band, I slid the jock down to his knees as I go down on my knees. Sir grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my mouth towards his cock. I wrapped my tongue around his cock as he shoved my mouth over his cock. The force of his cock hitting the back of my throat caused me to gag. I struggled to suppress the response as Sir pulled my head back and forth over his cock.

I slid my hands up the back of his legs and reached his butt. I squeezed and pulled his checks working towards fingering his asshole. Sir pulled my head off of his cock and I found relief from the gag reflect. Maybe if his cock wasn’t so big I’d be able to give him good head. As he looked down on me, I moved towards his balls. I started to lick them. My tongue explored his scrotum and cock, darting up for a quick lick of his navel.

Sir pulled me up and then turned to face the bar. Taking a wider stance so he could spread his legs. Then slightly squatted back, putting both elbows on the bar to comfortably support himself. He wanted me to play with his ass. I knelt between his legs grabbing his buttocks to spread them apart and my tongue zoomed in for the asshole. One of the things that I am good at is rimming. I love using my tongue to lick ass. I know what I’m doing and I enjoy making a man moan with my tongue.

I could hear men walk by us and I could overhear a conversation to our right. I took pride in being a slut in the middle of the bar. When my knees became sore, I stood up. I slid my index finger over Sir’s asshole and slid it in. With the other hand, I reached for the toy bag and pulled out a bottle of lube. The spit that remained from my rimming him won’t last long. I squeezed some lube on my finger and work it into Sir’s ass. I reached around with my other hand and caressed his cock and asked Sir, “What do you want next?” His response, “At the moment, I want to just stand here and enjoy the ambiance.” I had to suppress my laughter. I didn’t know that having a finger up your ass and a hand on your cock is called ambiance. I could work with that. I looked down and saw that my cock was hard too.

I returned to my knees and reached Sir's thighs and pulled them apart. Sir spread his feet and dropped his ass a bit. I had easy access to his asshole and plunged my tongue into it again. I felt his legs quiver a bit with pleasure. I wrapped my arms around Sir pulled him into me. I rubbed my mustache in his crack. I dropped down and found his balls with my mouth and pulled them in.

I stood back up and put my hand on Sir’s back and pressed on it. At first Sir didn’t respond. Then he realized that I wanted him to bend over and put his head and shoulders on the bar. As he did so, I tapped his boot with mine and he took a step back and a wider stance. He crossed his hands on the bar and put his head in his hands. I squirted lube on both my hands. With my left, I continued to caress his ass and tease his hole. With my right, I reached between his legs and pulled his cock back. I pulled it back hard and I hear Sir groan and knew that’s as far as it will go. I started to stroke it, slowly sliding my hand across to its base, back across the shaft and closing my hand on the head and then back again. With the slow steady stroking, Sir’s moans changed tone, a deeper guttural tone of agonizing pleasure.

“Stop.” He only said it once but I heard him and obeyed. I released my grip on his cock and slid my finger out of his ass. Sir stood up, shuffled his feet and planted a big, long wet kiss on my mouth. Our tongues became intertwined.

When we came up for air, Mr. Silver reached for his beer and took a swig. Abruptly, he asked “Which museum are we going to tomorrow?” The gears of my mind clashed like trying to shift a three speed pick-up without depressing the clutch. Then I got it. It’s like visualizing a dead cat. When you’re close to cumming and you don’t want to, you change what you’re thinking about to slow things down. OK. I can work with this.

We emptied our glasses and got another round. As we talked about which museum was next on our list and the logistics of the the U-Bahn system, Sir relaxed and went limp. We decided that if the weather was good in the morning we’d go to the Charlottenburg Palace. Sir announced to me that, “I’ve got to piss”. I nodded. In a demanding voice, Sir said again, “I’ve got to piss.” “OK” was my response. I’d watch our drinks and the toy bag while he was gone. Sir reached out to me and put his hands on my shoulders and started to push me down. I’m confused. Does he need to piss or want a blow job? I grabbed his calves to steady myself as I dropped to my knees. I opened my mouth and took his limp cock in. I reached up to start fingering his asshole but he grabbed my hand and held it against his hip.

Then it hit me. Literally hit me. A stream of hot piss was shooting against my tonsils. I started swallowing before I’d gag. It had been many years since I’ve participated in water sports. This caught me off guard. All that I could think about was not making a mess. I swallowed and swallowed. Finally, the stream tapered off and stopped. What’s next? Wait a minute, typically I shake my cock a little bit to get the last drops of urine out before pulling up my jeans. So I improvised and sucked and tried to shake Sir’s cock with my tongue. Sucking on a flaccid cock is easy. I felt Sir make a gentle upwards tug. Apparently he was done for the moment and I stood up.

“That’s a relief,” Sir said. “So far your training is going well.” “Thank you, Mr. Silver” I replied. Now I felt like my bladder was about to burst. Whether it was really full or just the power of suggestion from Sir’s needing to relieve him, I don’t know. “Sir, now I need to take a piss.” Sir put his hand on my shoulder to stop me from walking away. He grabbed one arm and pulled it behind my back. I knew what he wanted so I put my other hand behind my back so that he could restrain them together. He turned me to face him, pulled my jock strap up to its proper position and then said “Go take a piss but don’t let anyone undo those restraints.” With a gentle turn and a pat on my ass he sent me on my way.

I found the WC is just inside the back room opposite of the lockers. I leaned my shoulder against the door and it swung in. Typical WC, a toilet stall with the door missing and a trough style urinal. I stood in front of the urinal but if I had pissed right then, I’d have ended up soaking my jockstrap and making a complete mess. I was in a predicament. After a few minutes another guy came in and stood next to me at the urinal. He whipped out his cock and the stream started flowing. As he finished, I asked if he would help me. I tried to explain and show him my wrist restraints. He reached for the restraints but I turned away and shook my head “no”. I tried to tell him that my master doesn’t permit that. He looked a bit perplexed. I tried to tell him to pull down my jockstrap and I made a few lame gestures with my restrained hands. He caught on and pulled down my jock. I stepped up to the urinal, started to piss and felt relief. The guy chuckled. Before I finish pissing, he pulled my jockstrap down to my knees and then walked out.

Ok, at least I’ve had relief. But I was I’m trapped in the WC with my jock around my knees. With my hands behind my back, I tried to reach the door knob but there was something funky and unfamiliar about it. I couldn’t quite get it. So I had to wait for another guy to walk in. I caught the open door with my foot and walked out. I returned to Sir walking with my jockstrap around my knees and with my hands still restrained as ordered. He chuckled.

“I want to get fucked,” Sir announced. He reached around and released my restraints. “Take off your jock,” he said. I didn’t need to be told twice. Sir turned and faced the bar. He put one foot on the first rung of the barstool next to him and the leaned forward with his elbows on the bar. I took this as an invitation to loosen up his hole. I grabbed the bottle of lube and started to finger him. I also slipped some lube on my cock.

Sir started to gyrate his ass. I slipped two finger in and started to finger-fuck him. His hips and ass were getting into this. I pulled his hips down into a slightly squatting position. Now his hole was at a height that was fucking. When he felt my cock against his hole, he squatted a little bit more and then held his position. I started to press my cock into his ass. Slow and firm pressure wins the day. I felt his hole open up for me and my cock slide in. I wrapped my arms around Sir and pulled him into me. As I felt my cock slide all the way in, I felt Sir’s head fall back. I’m all too familiar with that initial pain when the head of a cock slips into my ass. When that happens to me, I take a deep breathe, hold it and then I exhale. Then I’m relaxed enough to start enjoying the sheer pleasure of being fucked.

With my arms wrapped around him, we stood at the bar and fucked.

As we fucked the bartender kept on serving drinks to the other patrons. He worked his way down to us. I had my arms around Sir holding him tight for good deep penetrating thrusts. The bartender asked, “Another round?” Sir replied, “Yes”. When the bartender brought back the two glasses of beer with foamy heads on them he said, “Don’t forget to pay me before you leave,” and he walked away. I admire the Berliners’ casual acceptance of public sex.

Sir spit in his hand and started to stroke his cock. I slid my hands up his chest and started to stroke his nipples. Sir is lucky to have wired nipples. I wanted to bring Sir to orgasm. With my cock in his ass and my fingers caressing his nips, Sir started to feverishly stoke his cock. I felt him turn ridge and straighten up thrusting his hips and cock forward. He was shooting his load. I struggled to hold him tight and pound his ass. His cum shot out with enough force and volume that it splattered all over the side of the bar. I kept fucking Sir as more cum drizzled out and pooled on the floor below his cock.

When I felt him relax, I eased up on the fucking. I felt Sir pull away from me and my cock slipped out of his ass. Sir turned around and told me to clean him up and pushed me down on my knees again. I pulled his cock into my mouth and licked it clean.

When I stood up, Sir grabbed my cock with his cum covered hand and started to stroke me. Oh gawd, how I love the feel of another man’s hand on my cock. “Bend over that barstool,” Sir ordered. I put my chest squarely on the seat of the barstool and grabbed the legs of the barstool to steady myself and spread my legs. Sir wasted no time in grabbing my cock from between my legs and pulling it back. With his other hand he pressed down on my back to hold me in position while he stroked my cock.

Unbeknownst to me, Sir gestured at a guy that was standing nearby watching the show. He walked over and Sir motioned to him to hold me down. I felt two new hands press down on my shoulder blades and I saw the stranger’s boots. Sir now had two free hands to work my cock while I was pinned down.

Sir pulled my cock back as far as it would stretch. I could feel it being pulled taunt from its base. He started alternating between stroking and rubbing his palm across my piss slits. The palming technique drives me crazy, panting and moaning. Then he switched back to stroking my cock, down to the base, across the shaft, and over the the head and back down again.

In less than two minutes, I was ready to cum. I was already primed from fucking Sir. I let out a scream with the first spurt of cum. Sir gave my cock a couple of quick strokes and then switched to palming my piss slits. They were incredibly sensitive at this point. I flailed on the stool. The stranger pressing down on me with all his weight. He was getting into this scene too. I could hardly breathe from the pressure. Sir continued to torture my cock. I cried out and whimpered from all the overwhelming stimulation. Finally, I succumbed to exhaustion and only then did Sir stop working my cock.

The stranger lightened his pressure on me but didn’t immediately release me. After a moment or two to recover, Sir motioned to the stranger to release me. Sir helped me as stand up and regain my sense of balance. I nodded to the stranger and said “Danke”. He nodded and turned back to his high-ball drink sitting on the bar.

Sir took the leather corded key that was hanging around his neck. He stretched it out horizontally at chin leave and said “Fetch”. He pushed the center of the cord into my mouth and I bit down like a retriever dog. Naked and carrying the key dangling from my mouth I walked back to the locker to retrieve our clothes.

After we dressed, Sir waved a Euro in the air towards the bartender. He nodded, came over and cashed out our tab. When he returned with the change the bartender said, “Come back on Thursday, I’m working then.” I wonder if the bartender enjoyed the show or if he thinks it’ll just keep more customers drinking as they watch the show. Either theory works for me.

When we got back to the hotel room, Sir all but collapsed into the bed. By the time I completed my short ritual of brushing my teeth and washing my face, Sir was fast asleep.

I turned down the covers to the second bed and crawled in. There would be no pillow talk and cuddling tonight. Sometimes the simplest acts of kindness are best. I let Sir sleep alone. My frequent tossing and turning wouldn't disturb him tonight. Tomorrow would be soon enough to continue to enjoy his attention and affection.