Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2018 11:17:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Simon Wright <simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: CONFESSIONS OF AN EXHIBITIONIST - PART 10

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Confessions of an Exhibitionist

Chapter 10


With some misgivings I removed my speedos, the only (and very skimpy) sop
to my modesty.  Now, if anyone should look into the car, they would see me
totally naked with a raging hard-on.  I clasped my hands across my cock,
until Phil told me not to.

He got Robin to look in the backpack and get out some wrist and ankle
cuffs.  They were handed to me and I had to put them on.  Once that was
done, Phil had Robin secured my wrists behind the car seat with a length of
rope.  It seemed that Phil had put into his backpack all sorts of items to
ensure that this exhibitionist would fully live up to the title.

We drove slowly through the Friday night streets of the town.  In order to
ensure that I was seen on display as much as possible, Phil stopped
frequently to allow jaywalkers to cross over in front of us.  Whenever my
erection looked as though it would subside, Robin or Aaron would lean over
and grasp my cock, giving it a stroke or two to ensure that I remained on
edge.  People of both sexes looked in at me.  Ribald comments could be
heard through the car's open windows, causing me to blush.  Not just my
face, but my whole body was flushed with the embarrassment and humiliation
of the situation.  But I have to admit that I was so turned on that it was
very seldom that Robin and Aaron were called upon to keep up my level of
excitement.

As we left the town centre behind us, the number of pedestrians decreased
and Phil drove faster.

He reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone which he passed to Robin.
In a conversational tone he said to him, `Look in the saved documents and
find the advert I put on ------.'  Here he mentioned the name of the local
gay hook-up site.  `I posted that earlier today.  Just read it out to
Simon.'

Robin read, `Come and watch a total exhibitionist strip and dance naked for
you at midnight at the Robertson warehouse on London Road.  He likes
nothing better than to display himself and make himself available for
public sex.  You should enjoy public sex too.  £5 entry.  All money will
go to LGBT charities.  Extra donations will also be welcome.  He will give
a special reward for the guy who makes the biggest donation.'

Aaron and Robin both giggled excitedly and I became worried.  The Robertson
warehouse was a largely derelict building on the outskirts of the town.  I
was being put on public display in front of an unknown number of strangers.
I would be dancing for them.  Probably naked.  What sort of `special
reward' was I expected to give?

`When we get there,' Phil went on, `I have tasks for you both.'  This was
obviously addressed to the lads in the back.  `Aaron, I would like you to
collect the money from the customers and Robin can help me get Simon ready
for his performance.

As we pulled up at the rear of the warehouse, I checked the time on the
car's clock: 11.30.  There was half an hour for them to get me ready and
then I would learn my fate.

The dark and derelict warehouse loomed over us as we walked towards a door.
Phil produced a torch and went in while the rest of us waited outside.  I
heard a generator sputter into life and then lights went on inside
revealing a dusty room.  We all peered in and saw that there was a platform
at the far end with an area curtained off at the side.  At the back of the
platform, which I guessed would serve as my stage, was a steel framework
with rusty chains hanging down.  There were speakers and a sound deck to
one side.  It was obvious that Phil had been very busy since issuing us
with the invitation to dinner!

`Right,' he said.  `Here's what I want you to do.  Aaron, grab an old table
or box, anything that you can set up by the door where you can collect
money from our customers.  Robin, I need you to come with me.  We can get
Simon ready for his performance.  There is an outfit for him behind the
curtain.  When things start, I will take care of the music, but I'll need
you two to take any extra donations and make a note of how much each one
is, so that the most generous guy will be able to have his special reward.'

With that, Aaron scurried off on his mission to set up the entrance desk
while Robin and I followed Phil behind the curtain.  What I saw there
appealed to the exhibitionist aspect of my character – a sluttish, but
very sexy, outfit for me to dance in.

Under Phil's guidance, I started getting dressed.  After being exposed for
so long this evening, it felt strange to be dressing, but the garments were
so erotic that my erection, which had been softening a bit, returned to its
full glory.  First I put on a black leather thong.  It was so small that I
had real difficulty stuffing my cock and balls into it.  Robin's attempts
at assisting me achieved just the opposite of what was intended, as he
repeatedly rubbed his hands and fingers over the straining leather.  When I
was finally encased in that skimpy garment to my satisfaction, the next
item was a pain of very tight leather shorts.  The side seams were held
closed by two steel press-studs on each side.

`You see,' explained Phil, `the press-studs are so that you can quickly and
easily release them when you need to get those shorts off.  The sides of
the thong are fixed with velcro for the same reason.  In fact each item of
clothing that you will wear tonight is held closed with velcro so you can
quickly proceed to the next level when I give the word.'  Phil is sooo
considerate!

Over the shorts went a pair of lycra compression shorts.  For my upper half
I was given a leather waistcoat which was small and quite tight.  It was
impossible to fasten the buttons.  And that was it as far as my clothing
went.

Through the curtain, I could hear voices whispering.  Obviously my audience
was arriving.  I peered through and saw that, although it wasn't yet
midnight, there were already about twenty guys standing around in front of
the `stage' and a steady stream of others was coming in.

Phil quickly briefed me on what I was to do: as long as there was music
playing I had to dance as erotically as I could.  At various points Phil
would instruct me to remove an item of clothing of my choice.  At the end,
I would meet the most generous donor and give him the best BJ of his life
there on the stage.  He, Robin and Aaron would be there at all times to
ensure my safety, but I could of course improvise however I liked in order
to indulge my own lusts and desires.  Wow!  Exhibitionist heaven!

`Right, we'd better get you set up on stage.  You will, of course be
restrained to begin with.  I will padlock you to the chains at the back of
the stage and when the music starts I will release you to begin your
dance.'

With that, I was pulled out from behind the curtain and through the
audience which appeared to have grown to about thirty.  As we passed
through them, my arse, nipples and groin area were subjected to gropes,
squeezes and fondles.  Quickly and efficiently Phil used four locks to fix
me to the frame using the ankle and wrist cuffs, so that I was spreadeagled
against the cold steel frame in front of a roomful of strangers.  While
making sure that I was properly restrained, Robin and Aaron let the
audience see that they were groping me too, ensuring that despite the
tightness of the thong and two pairs of tight shorts, there was an obscene
bulge visible in my groin.  I groaned and moaned with lustful pleasure.  I
wasn't sure of my dancing abilities, but I was certain that I wanted to
show off my body to these guys.

At the music desk, Phil flipped a couple of switches.  The main light went
out so that the only light in the room was blazing down on me on the stage.
Phil stood up on the stage and addressed the audience.

`Good evening, guys.  Thank you all for coming.  I am sure you won't be
disappointed with the display of erotic dance you will see tonight.  Behind
me Is Simon.  He is a little tied up at the moment.'  Groans from the
audience at this feeble and obvious joke.  `So I invite you all to come up
on stage to closely examine him.  He enjoys all physical stimulation and I
suspect that the hornier he gets, the better he will dance.'

With that, I became the centre of a wild scrum of horny guys, pushing and
shoving to get close enough to my vulnerable body for a feel, grope,
massage, kiss – each according to their individual taste and preference.
As far as possible in its restricted space inside the thong, leather shorts
and compression shorts, my cock increased in girth and length.  I could
feel precum pouring from my shaft and flowing down it to form a moist pool
around my balls.

I revelled in the attention I was receiving.  By turns my nipples were
teased and pinched; the obscene bulge of my groin was massaged, squeezed
and rubbed; I was kissed full on the lips and my mouth surrendered
willingly to the intrusion of several tongues.  At one point I became aware
that Aaron was kissing me while inflicting pressure on my balls.  I
squirmed as much as I was able in my bonds.  Slut heaven!

Breaking off from the kiss, he moved his mouth to my ear which he licked,
probing inside with his tongue.  This erotic attention weakened my knees so
much that I felt myself slump down until my weight was supported only by my
bound wrists.

He whispered in my ear, `You look so good like this, vulnerable and
helpless.  One day I will take you to my place and there you will again be
restrained while I ravish your whole body.'

My reply was only a moan of `Yes please.'

At a word from Phil, the audience left the stage.  `I will now release
Simon from his bondage and he will dance for you.  As the dance proceeds,
he will remove items of clothing.  When he is naked he will leave the stage
and dance among you, so that you can all appreciate his nakedness.  And the
final point, the highlight of the evening will be when the most generous
donor to our charities will take Simon back on to the stage for
... pleasure.'  Phil smiled.

The audience started an excited discussion and my arousal increased.

I was released from the frame and the music started playing.  I listened
briefly.  It was a slow, heavy rhythm which seemed to pulse through my
body.  I gave myself over to the music with its erotic beat.  As if of its
own accord, my body began gyrating, I hoped erotically, but I knew
obscenely.  It didn't seem to matter to my audience: they were roaring with
excitement.  I was feeding off their reaction and I grew more and more
abandoned in my twists and turns, my pelvic thrusts, the movements of my
hands across my chest and down my thighs.

I was lost in the music as I performed my erotic dance for the roomful of
guys who were lusting at my body.

Suddenly, the music stopped and I heard Phil announce that now was the time
for me to remove an article of clothing.  There were shouted suggestions
from the room, but I remembered that the choice was mine.  The waistcoat or
the outer pair of shorts?  Quickly I made up my mind.  If I took off the
waistcoat I would retain slightly more decency, but removing the shorts
would reveal to the baying crowd the skimpy leather shorts underneath and
would, I thought, look more sleazy.  That made my decision for me.  I moved
to the front of the stage and hooked my thumbs into the top of the shorts.
I stood like that for a few moments and the guys closest to the stage took
advantage of that to run hands over my cock and balls and up and down my
thighs.

I moved my thumbs downwards and with a satisfying ripping sound the velcro
gave way.  A roar of approval went up as the shorts fell to my feet,
revealing my skimpy leather shorts.  As I stepped back from the edge, the
music started up again.  I think it was a different tune, but the rhythm
was basically very similar and I quickly gave myself over to its insistent
tempo.

On and on I danced, gyrating, moaning as I ran my hands over over my
thighs, chest and groin.  I turned my back to the audience and bent over,
thrusting my arse towards them and wiggling it obscenely.  I was in an
erotic heaven, driven on to new heights by the feelings of lust coursing
through my body.  I was aware of only two things: the music and my aroused,
precum-soaked cock which was straining against the thong and shorts which
were imprisoning it.  I longed to rip both items off in order to free my
cock, but I controlled this desire: I also wanted to continue as long as
possible the high I was experiencing from flaunting myself to this
appreciative audience.

I have no idea how long this piece of music lasted, but suddenly I heard
Phil announce that it was time for me to remove the next item.

I moved again to the front of the stage and again enjoyed the attentions of
the guys at the front.  I knew it would have to be the shorts, so after a
few seconds standing still, I held the front of the shorts to my abs to
support them and turned to my right, allowing eager hands to pull apart the
studs holding the side seam together.  The front and back of the shorts
flapped loose, now only held in place by the other seam and my hand at the
front.  I turned the other way to allow them to undo those studs too.  The
back was now free and swung down and became visible to the audience between
my spread thighs.  With a flourish I whisked the shorts upward in front of
my face and I saw how wet the inside had become.  Of course, the others got
a clear view of my engorged cock straining against the leather of the
thong.  Hands reached up to grasp and massage it.  This meant that head of
my cock was now thrust out of the top of the brief thong.  This obscene
display was greeted with another roar from the audience.

Turned on by their enthusiasm, I wetted my hands in the precum inside the
shorts and slowly massaged it into my torso.  As I flung the discarded
shorts into the crowd, the music began again and I started my dance once
more, wearing only a waistcoat and a leather thong from which my cock was
protruding.

As I moved around the stage, thrusting my hips back and forth, the thong
rubbed against my shaft forcing moans and groans from my lips.  I was very
close to cumming, so I looked imploringly over to Phil, hoping that he
would realise my predicament and find some way to allow me to cool it for a
while.  My desperate look was greeted only by an encouraging smile and a
thumbs-up.  No help there!

I went on dancing and suddenly I could hold back no longer.  I thought,
`They might as well enjoy it too.'  So I moved again to the front of the
stage, pulled the front of the thong down and released my cock.  In front
of the whole crowd, I erupted.  Spurt after spurt of cum shot out of me.  I
leaned back as the first spurt landed on my face.  Later shots drenched my
chest.  With a shout of fulfilment and satisfaction, I felt my whole body
convulse with the intensity of my very public orgasm.  It seemed to last
for ever.  As I slowly came down, I was aware of cheers from the audience
and I relaxed into that warm glow you get after very satisfying sex.

Slowly I became aware that Phil was making an announcement: `Gentlemen,
that was not intended to happen yet.  But I know from experience that Simon
is capable of multiple orgasms, so we will continue with the dance.'

I took advantage of the slight respite to tuck my softening cock back into
the thong.  Then I massaged the cum over my torso, delighting in the smell
of mansex.  I sniffed and then licked the cum off my hands.  When the music
resumed, I began my dance again.  I was very much aware that I still had
two garments to remove and that there was still the promised public sex
with one member of the audience.  I really needed to pace myself for what
this night still held in store for me.


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To be continued