Lust at First Sight

10. Pride and Joy!

 “I need to go to the loo,” I blurted out in a complete panic, hastily securing my shorts by their waistband and clambering out from behind the table to escape my two admirers’ clutches.

My excuse wasn’t a complete lie, given I had just polished off a pint of lager in little more than ten minutes, but the truth was, I hadn’t been prepared for the pair going so far, so fast, and still had qualms about my humiliation taking place in a location where I might easily be recognised by someone I knew.

“Okay, off you go then,” conceded Nilan taking my word for it, maybe releasing something was amiss, “But get us some more drinks on your way back!”

 “Alright!” I replied, relieved at being given permission to go, but then realising I would have to face the ordeal of queuing up at the bar wearing nothing but a pair of shorts!

However, when I made a move to grab my vest from the table to mitigate my embarrassment, my less soft-hearted gym instructor used his superior reflexes to snatch it beyond my reach and awarded me a shark-like grin!

 “Hold on! You’ll need some money…” cautioned Nilan, fishing around in my wallet, while I stood waiting, conscious that the eyes of the two guys sitting opposite were now riveted to my naked torso and swollen crotch.

 “Here’s a twenty.”

I took it from him and rushed off like a schoolboy performing an errand, only to then have to stand aside as new arrivals, loaded up with drinks, left the bar to enter the beer garden ahead of me.

Each one of their mouths dropped open as they paused on the threshold after clocking my lack of apparel and all of their eyes instinctively fell lower, to check out my crotch. When they discovered the large mound tenting out the front of my shorts, to a man, they broke into a grin.

Despite my growing embarrassment, I stood back politely to let them enter, but several winks and wolf-whistles later, plus a guy prodding my arse from the rear, impatient for me to reverse the direction of flow so he could get himself a drink, my patience ran out. When a gap in the line briefly opened up, I rushed through the opening only to have a guy carrying three pint glasses filled with drink collide with me head-on in his rush to get through the doorway first.

“Sorry, have to go to the loo!” I blurted out by way of excuse, without offering to compensate him for his loss, since he was as much to blame for the mishap as I was, but too late to avoid the front of my shorts from being drenched with beer - making my erection even more obvious than it had been before!

After traversing the entire pub with my rigid cock visible through the, now virtually transparent, fabric of my shorts, I eventually reached the sanctuary of the washroom. Keen to avoid any further embarrassment, I chose not to use the urinals, but as the toilet stalls were all fully occupied, had little choice but to wait around in my soaked shorts, hopping from one foot to the other, looking as though I’d pissed myself, until one became free.

Seizing the opportunity as soon as one came my way, I rushed inside and locked the door behind me, then peeled down my shorts and sat down on the toilet bowl to attempt to confront my fears as my erection gradually subsided and the contents of my bladder slowly trickled down into the water below.

Despite my exhibitionist fantasies, I’d always been a bit of an introvert and as a kid had avoided displaying myself naked in the locker room. Plus, being fucked late at night on the Heath or in the backroom of a gay club was one thing, but having to strip naked in a pub beer garden where I might be seen by someone who knew me, was quite another! It risked the longings I had supressed and kept hidden most of my adult life being seized upon by my enemies, of which I had generated a fair number over the course of both my work and personal life!

Although it was now unlikely my body would be found wanting by my detractors, I knew my sexual submissiveness would be sneered at by my former friends and my newfound passion for Black and Indian guys derided. I recollected, to my shame, overhearing my former partner’s mates on more than one occasion use the terms “dinge queen”, “curry queen” and “rice queen” to put-down white gays such as myself as well as insult the guys we fancied!

And yet, strangely, this public exposure of my true desires also seemed to heighten my excitement all the more! That two such handsome guys of African and Asian descent found me sufficiently attractive to want to humiliate me publicly, actually filled me with joy and no small amount of pride! That they were willing to humour me and help me realise my sexual fantasies, at no small risk to their own reputations, only made me admire them all the more!

If I was ever to convert my daydreams into reality, I needed to forget my own ego and dedicate myself to bringing pleasure to the guys I adored - only by doing this, would I obtain the pleasure I sought. All I had to do was comply with my companions’ instructions and not allow myself to chicken out. If the rest of the world came to regard me as a complete slut, “dinge queen” and the like, then so be it! More fool them!

Besides, I only had myself to blame for my current predicament! By confiding my fantasies to my admirers, I had got both of them hooked on sexual dominance. Now they wanted to experience, for real, the additional sexual satisfaction that comes from exercising total control over a guy you fancy, from having him willingly (or reluctantly) worship you and obey you in a public place and provide you with sexual pleasure through his debasement. I’d got them so aroused that they were now hell-bent on ensuring I got to experience the humiliation I’d told them I dreamt about, whether I wanted to or not!

So, I knew that when I returned, my two companions would quickly resume where they had left off and, this time round, I wouldn’t be able to say no to them without running the risk of them refusing to publicly humiliate me ever again.

Even so, I was still unsure if I had the nerve to go through with it!

I could still take the coward’s way out, I realised, sneak out of the pub and make my own way home alone on foot – even jog there, given my outfit!

But part of me also really wanted this!

So, when someone in even greater need of the facilities than I was, began knocking on the stall door, I was forced to make a decision, one way or the other.

 “To hell with what other people might think!” I said to myself, as I flushed the toilet to mark the end of my indecision, pulled up my beer-soaked, skin-hugging shorts and headed off to the bar, with my dick harder than ever!

*  *  *  *  *  *

“Where’ve you been all this time?” asked Nilan as I carefully set the drinks down on the table to prevent them from spilling.

 “In the lav, down on his knees sucking cock, would be my guess!” Leo suggested wickedly.

 “No, I wasn’t!” I replied indignantly.

 “The cubicles were all taken and there was a big queue at the bar!” I protested, only noticing after straightening up, that my chair had disappeared in my absence.

 “Where’s my seat gone?” I enquired, looking around for it.

 “We let that lot have it,” Nilan replied, waving in the direction of the group of five gay men clustered around the table nearest us, including the two who had taken such a keen interest in proceedings earlier.

 “It’s okay, you can sit on my knee!” Nilan chuckled, when I looked put-out, pulling me down onto his thigh and wrapping his arms around me as though I were a small child.

Giving my former adversaries a cold stare to indicate my resentment, I allowed myself to be seated on my boyfriend’s lap, and was rewarded for my co-operation with a series of drunken hugs and kisses, clearly intended to reassure me.

Unsurprisingly, I’d been given a hard time at the bar as I’d attempted to get served.

However much I’d waved my Twenty Pound note around, the young barmen, who were dressed in little more than I was (but had a barrier around them to protect their bodies from unwanted groping) seemed to find other customers to serve ahead of me. Which made me suspect they were secretly enjoying my predicament and wanted to extend it for as long as possible!

It didn’t help that my cock only continued to get harder as more and more guys were drawn into fondling my arse from behind to while-away the time as they waited! If I hadn’t got served when I did, I swear they would almost certainly have whisked my shorts away from me!

As it was, as soon as I had secured my change and picked up the drinks I had bought for my two thirsty friends, I’d faced the final indignity of having their hem tugged down at the rear to expose the tops of my buttocks as I’d walked off.

Unable to do much about it with both my hands full, I’d gritted my teeth and called out “Excuse me!” repeatedly as I’d waded back through the crowd the way I’d come with my arse on show, much to everyone’s amusement!

No sooner had I sat down on my boyfriend’s knee than Nilan resumed fondling me, leaving me to glance around nervously and glare at the guys who had purloined my chair in my absence, who were now gleefully monitoring my humiliation and interrupting their friends’ conversations at regular intervals to provide them with updates on progress!

“I like this place!” Nilan commented to his companion, breaking off tweaking my tits to take a sip of his beer, once he had calmed me down.

 “It’s nice being outside on a warm summer’s evening enjoying a drink with friends,” agreed Leo.

“Especially if you have a slave boy around to suck your dick while you do it!” he added, more mischievously.

 “As you’re so shy tonight,” Nilan then explained, “me and Leo have decided the best place for you is underneath the table!”

 “It’s so dark down there nobody will be able to see what you’re up to!” my gym instructor whispered in my ear, “So hurry up and get your arse down there!”

After a quick look around to check if anyone was watching, with my boyfriend’s assistance, I surreptitiously slid off his knee and into the darkness until I landed with a bump on my rear.

Glancing up from the ground, I saw Leo hold his finger vertically across his lips and with a grin and a wink, seek to persuade the lookouts on the next table, who had witnessed my disappearance, not to blow the whistle on us.

Needless to say, they grinned back and readily agreed!

By the time I had turned around in the confined space and positioned myself on my knees, my two admirers had already taken out their dicks and were waving them around, both of them fully erect!

Uncertain which one to start off with, I wrapped my lips around one and my hand around the other in an attempt to satisfy them both at the same time…

I was soon cocooned in my own little fantasy world of abundant and enticingly funky-smelling cocks, doing my utmost to provide my two gorgeous masters with the pleasure they deserved for the treat they had conspired to provide me with.

As I sucked each of them in turn they continued to chat happily with each other above my head whilst occasionally reaching beneath the table to award me an appreciative pat on the head.

But I knew things were unlikely to end there!

To be continued...