Exhibitionist visits Berlin

Night 6

It was sunny and in the high 70's.  It had rained the night before so it felt muggy.  Allen and I headed to a small outdoor beer garden that we spotted the day before.  Yesterday afternoon it had been full of men, many wearing leather.  We were anticipating the same this afternoon.  Sir was wearing a leather cap, leather vest over a bare chest, jeans and boots.  I was also wearing a leather cap and a leather vest over a bare chest.  But instead of jeans, I was wearing a black denim skirt that wasn’t quite knee length. It was split on the left side up to the waist.  When I stand still, the seams overlap.  When I walk, it pulls open and showing thigh all the up to the waist line.  As usual, I was also wearing wrist restraints and 14" black leather boots.  

When we arrived at the out-of-the-way beer garden, there weren’t nearly as many men as the previous afternoon.  The patio had a dozen or so picnic tables, smaller than the US standard.  Two men could comfortably seat on each side.  There were two tables of men sitting at one end of the garden smoking cigars.  Mr. Silver headed towards the other end away from the wafting smoke. 

As we took our seats at an empty table, I turned my skirt so the slit was front and center.  The skirt pulled apart with the seams of the skirt laying across the center of my thighs.  Since the skirt was only joined at the waist and had been pulled apart by my thighs, it left nothing covering my crotch.  I sat with my hands casually folded in my lap covering my crotch and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my back.

It wasn’t long before a server came over to take our order.  He was in his mid 40’s, with a well-groomed salt and pepper beard and beer gut that was probably a few more pounds than what is healthy.   He stood opposite us.  Like most of the Germans that we had met so far, he spoke fluent English.  His greeting was unusually warm and friendly.  We ordered two wheat beers.

After our server left, I draped my left arm casually over Sir’s shoulders.  Sir placed his right hand in my lap and held my cock.  When we saw our server returning, we waited to see if he’d say anything.   He came around to our side of the table with two huge beer steins.  They were at least 32 ounce glasses.  If I drank two of these, someone would have to carry me back to the hotel.  He stood behind us and reached between in between us and put one of the beers in front of Sir.  He then put his free hand on my shoulder, leaned into me, reached around and placed the second beer in front of me.  I felt a warm squeeze on my shoulder.  He said, “My name is Johann.  You’re American, are you not.  Tell me.  Do you like the beer that I brought you?”

After a moment’s pause, Sir took his hand off my cock and reached for his beer.  I reached for mine.  As we clinked our beer steins together, we said “Prost!”  We both turned to look at Johann.  Sir complimented the beer selection and I nodded in agreement.  My cock had become fully aroused too, not knowing whether the server was checking out my cock or a bit on the clueless side.  Johann smiled and asked, “Where are you men from?”  I answered, “California.”  Johann squeezed my shoulder again and nodded towards one of the other tables that apparently needed him.  With that brief exchange, he was off to serve other customers.

Sir turned his beer stein around to grab it with his left hand.  His right hand returned to holding my cock.  He held the upper half of the shaft so that he could lightly rub his thumb in a circular motion over my piss slits.  I didn’t need beer to be come intoxicated.  Sir’s attention was intoxicating.

It was a while before Johann returned to us.  Instead of standing across from us, he stood at the end of the table next to me.  From his position, it was easy to see both of us and carry on a conversation.  It was also easy for him to look directly down into my lap and see Sir’s hand on my cock.  Johann said that most Americans walk right past the beer garden on their way to one of the clubs.  He said that this beer garden can be a lot of fun too but we have better beer than at the clubs.  Sir decided to be more obvious about his hand on my cock.  While maintaining steady eye contact with him, Sir pulled my cock up towards my abdomen and did a slow sensually stroking of my cock.  After a few strokes, he let go of my cock and let it flop into my lap.  His knuckles traced my treasure trail hair pattern up my chest where the stroked my pierced nipple.  Then he lowered his hand and grabbed my cock.  Johann responded by lightly licking his lips and smiling.  “If there’s anything I can do to make your time visit to our little beer garden more enjoyable, just ask.  I’ve got a couple of tables to check on,” and he was gone.

Johann was soon back and just as chatty.  I asked him if he’d take a pic of us and handed him my phone.  He said, “Of course” and took a couple of quick snapshots.  “You guys act as if your British. So stiff.  Show me that you like each other.”  We swiveled about and Sir wrapped his arm around my chest and pulled me into him.  “That’s better.”  This time he took more time to frame the shot and some thought as to the angle and took a few more pics.  Then he leaned into us and in a somewhat quieter voice said to Sir, “Now grab his cock like you own it.”  Johann’s forwardness stunned us.  But who were we to disagree?  Sir grabbed my cock and then started stroking it.  Johann got into this, taking all sorts of pics.  Then just as abruptly, he put down the phone in front of me and headed off to service the other customers.

We eagerly reviewed the pics.  Most of them deserved to be deleted; poorly framed or blurry.  But a couple of them captured the moment.

We continued to enjoy our beers.  The setting sun was no longer on our backs as it had dropped below a building behind the beer garden.  It was a while before Johann returned.  This time he said, “To truly enjoy a Deutscher Biergarten, you should be sitting with friends.  Let me take you over there,” as he nodded with his head the group of cigar smokers we had earlier deliberately avoided.  I looked at Sir and he looked as me and shrugged his shoulders.  Sir replied, “Sure.”  With that, Johann picked up our half-empty steins and started marking over to the men.  Sir lead and I followed.  My cock flashing as we walked the 15 or so feet to the others.  Johann put our beers down at a table where the two men sat opposite of each other so Sir and I sat down across from each other also.  Johann made quick introductions and then headed off.

I sat next to a clean shaven man in his 50’s wearing full leather and flagging red.  I can’t remember the last time that I’ve tricked with a man without a mustache.  I have a fetish for facial hair.  Leon just had no sex appeal for me.  That and the red hankie and the cigar in his breast pocket were all turn offs.  Oh well.  I hadn’t adjusted my skirt from earlier so as so as I sat down it pulled wide open.  As we continued our introductions, Leon placed his hand on my cock as if to shake hello and then removed it.

Our new friends command of English wasn’t as good as Johann.  Not that I have any room to criticize since I don’t know more than a dozen words of German.  If Johann’s intent was for us to converse, it was a dismal failure.  Leon went back to talking to his friend.  I went back to talking to Sir.  So I wasn’t expecting it when Leon reached over and grabbed my cock again.  This time he didn’t retreat.  He started to stroke my cock.  When Leon felt my cock become hard, he turned and looked me in the eyes.  I stared back and gave a slight nod of encouragement.

It didn’t take much encouragement for Leon to become more assertive.  He reached down and grabbed my balls and squeezed.  Then he started tapping on my balls.  Sir could see me respond and saw Leon’s arm was stretched into my crotch.  Sir smiled and winked.  The next time that Leon grabbed my cock, I took a deep breath and rolled my shoulders back.

I was enjoying Leon’s technique when I noticed that Sir was holding a quick release hook in hand, close to his chest.  He was handling it like a fidget spinner.  I looked Sir in the eyes and then stretched out my hands and placed them palms down on the center of the table between us.  Sir nodded then reached out and placed one end of the clip on my right wrist.  Then he put his hands in his lap.  I left my hands on the table for another minute with an occasional flick of the wrist to draw attention to the restraints, as if Leon wouldn’t have already noticed.

When I pulled my hands back to my side, it didn’t take more than a moment or two for Leon to reach around to pull my right hand behind my back.  I was more than cooperative by pulling my left hand behind my back.  Click.  My hands were restrained behind my back by a complete stranger in Berlin.  No discussion about limits.  No discussion about safe words.  I was trusting that Sir would step in, if needed.

Leon became more aggressive with slapping my balls and cock.  A couple of times, I moaned “easy”.  Leon understood that what my limits were.

Johann stopped back at our table.  He looked around and said, “I see you’re becoming friends. Give me a wave if you need a beer or anything, anything at all.”

Sir put a bottle of lube on the center of the table.  Leon picked it up.  He popped off the top and poured some lube into his hand.  I was besides myself when he lubed up my cock.  I started to squirm.  I was close to cumming.

I looked across at Sir and he was smiling.  When I started cumming, I leaned into Leon and bit his leather coat to stop from screaming.  This only made Leon work my cock more intensely.  While I was able to suppress my screaming, my moaning was clearly audible.  A few of the men at the tables next to us turned to see what was going on.  Only after Leon worked every last drop of cum out of me did he stop.  

With the ending of the post-cum tortured, I returned to sitting upright.  Sir asked me, “Are you satisfied?”  I replied, “Yes.”  I turned to Leon and said, “Danke.”  He nodded and then looked back to his friend.  Sir left me sitting there restrained for another five minutes before releasing me.  

It was time to find some schnitzel for dinner.  I stood up and turned my skirt to the side.  As we headed out, we waived goodbye to Johann.

Footnote:

Allen Silver has been my neighbor, friend and occasional sex partner for more than 10 years.  Our trip to Berlin was the first time that we traveled together.  I can be contacted at [email protected].  Allen is more technically savvy than I am.  He maintains his own website at AllenSilver.com