Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2018 11:09:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Simon Wright <simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: CONFESSIONS OF AN EXHIBITIONIST - PART 9

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Confessions of an Exhibitionist

Chapter 9

Phil smiled as he took the key from the waiter and pocketed it.

`You caused quite a stir among the other diners with all your moaning and
groaning,' he said.  `You sounded just like Meg Ryan in `When Harry Met
Sally'.  In fact one of the guys on that table said, `I'll have what he's
having' when his waiter came to take his order.  You really were quite
shameful.'

I blushed, but secretly I was somewhat turned on with this latest piece of
humiliating information and there was a stirring in my groin.  I guess that
Phil was aware of how I would react too, because he seized the controller
and I began to feel an arousing vibration in my arse and this was
accompanied by pulsing electrical stimulation to my prostate.  Within
seconds my erection had fully returned even though it was only a few
minutes since my orgasm at the hands of the waiter in the toilet.  Looking
down I saw that the semi-dried patch of precum on my jeans was getting
wetter and was increasing in size.

`What about a dessert?' suggested Robin.

`'Good idea,' agreed Phil.

Again we studied the menus and I relaxed into the stimulation.  At least I
was sure that I wouldn't need the toilet again, so I hoped to be spared the
ignominy of having to walk through the crowded room with an obvious
erection and a large wet patch on my jeans.

Once we had decided on our desserts, Phil attracted the waiter's attention
by upping the vibrations, so that I again emitted a loud moan.

The waiter approached and, with a knowing smirk in my direction, took our
orders.

By the time our desserts were served my erection was again at full mast and
the restriction of my cock in my tight jeans was causing me a certain
amount of discomfort.  Naturally, this only served to increase my
excitement and to ensure that once again the precum stain on the front of
groin area was becoming more and more of an embarrassment. I wriggled in my
seat in an attempt to relieve the pressure on my dick and this merely
served to drive the butt plug more firmly against my prostate.  Effectively
I was caught in a vicious circle – the more I sought to relieve the
pressure on my cock, the more my prostate was stimulated and this increased
the pressure on my cock as it tried to expand into the restricted space for
it.

By the time we had finished our desserts, it was getting late, maybe about
11.00, and many of the tables in the restaurant were now empty.

Looking at the damp patch on my jeans, Phil said, `You really cannot walk
out showing that shameful mess.  Everyone will recognise you for a sex
slut.'  As if they hadn't worked that out already!!!

`It's just as well,' he went on, `that I have come prepared.  I have
brought you a change of clothing in the car.'

He handed me the key to the lock on my belt and told me to strip off my
jeans, socks and boots.  What???  Here???

`You won't need them.  I will take them to the car and bring back your
change of clothing.'

When I began to protest that I couldn't be naked from the waist down in
this respectable restaurant, he merely encouraged me by sending a maximum
blast of current and vibrations through my anus.  As I was attempting to
stifle my scream, I realised that I really had no alternative but to obey.
And my cock was driving me to accept, much against my better judgement,
that this would be an amazingly horny situation for an exhibitionist.  So I
complied, removing my boots and socks.  I struggled somewhat with the zips
in the calves of my jeans, but eventually succeeded.  I unlocked the belt
and unbuttoned my flies.  Again I struggled when I lowered my jeans because
they were tight and I didn't wish to stand up and reveal my nakedness to
the few remaining customers.

Once I was naked below the waist, Phil gleefully told me to stand and bend
over so that Robin could pull out the butt plug.  Trying to make myself as
small and unobtrusive as possible, I presented my naked arse above table
level to Robin who sharply pulled the plug out.  The sudden expansion to my
sphincter caused me to emit an involuntary gasp.  Luckily I think the
people who could have heard me were too involved in their own conversations
to notice.

Grabbing my clothing and the plug, Phil walked over to the door.  On the
way out, he stopped for a word with the waiter and the maitre d' who were
both at the cash desk by the door.

So, there I was, sitting totally indecent in a very public space.  The only
thing protecting me from total exposure was the table which seemed to have
shrunk in size.  Then Robin grabbed my right thigh and hooked it over his
left leg.  I was now in some sort of slut heaven as he gently fondled my
inner thigh.  His caressing fingers moved inexorably nearer to my balls and
shaft.  I thrilled as he fondled my scrotum, sending shivers of excitement
coursing through my whole body, but especially my engorged erection.

I abandoned myself to my sluttish instincts and reached over to his lap.  I
could feel his erection through his jeans and I was pleased that he didn't
object when I fumbled to undo his flies and release it.  We were enjoying
mutual masturbation in public, in a completely inappropriate and unsafe
area.

Robin drew closer and whispered in my ear, `You know, I am beginning to
understand how you enjoy public displays.  It really is so horny.'

I smiled at his new-found understanding and relaxed into the physical
sensations of lust while he used the precum that was pouring from my piss
slit as a lubricant while he massaged my whole shaft.

Suddenly, my feelings of bliss were dashed when I saw the waiter approach.
He had changed out of his formal waiting uniform into jeans and t-shirt and
was carrying several paper towels in front of him.  He appeared to be
trying to use them to disguise a bulge at the front of his jeans.

He sat down next to me in Phil's seat and said, `Do you mind if I join you?
My shift has finished and, although it is rather irregular, the boss has
told me that it would be OK for me to sit with tonight's most enjoyable
customers for a while.  By the way, your friend said that he thought you
might need these towels in order to protect the upholstery.'

He was right and I quickly used a couple of the towels to keep my flow from
staining the seat.

The waiter (I still didn't know his name) grabbed my left thigh and trapped
it between his legs.  As a result, my whole groin area was now fully
exposed under the table.  Before getting to work on me, the waiter undid
his flies and pulled out his own cock which he proceeded to stroke to full
erection.

I sat back into the padded seat, grasping a cock in each hand and let the
other two have full access to me.  My grunts and moans were beyond my
control and frankly I didn't care.  I sat back and relaxed into the
scenario.  A three-way mutual wank session in public scores very highly on
this exhibitionist's scale.

As I slowly stroked their two cocks, I delighted in the attention I was
receiving: fingers caressing my balls and shaft, hands gently massaging my
inner thighs.  I was confident that I could last quite a long time before
cumming, as it wasn't long since the waiter had brought me off in the
toilet.  Then I was aware that a finger was circling my anus.  It probed
seeking entry.  This was heaven.  The one finger was joined by a second and
then a third.  They probed deeper, seeking and then finding my prostate.
My cock was on fire.  My guts were aflame.  Suddenly I was on the edge
again.

`Please cool it, guys,' I said.  `I'm so close to cumming.'

They reduced the intensity of their stimulations and I looked up to see
that Phil had returned.  He was carrying a backpack which I hoped contained
some clothing for my nether regions.  What it could be I couldn't guess, as
I knew he had not had the opportunity of finding any clothes of mine before
we had left my flat.

He grinned broadly and said, `I see that you three are having fun.  Well, I
need the toilet.  Why don't you come with me, Robin?'  And he winked.
Pausing only to stuff his cock back in his jeans, Robin jumped up and
eagerly followed my ex into the toilet, leaving the waiter and me to
continue.

I decided that I needed to learn this guy's name, so I asked him and he
replied that he was called Aaron.

Aaron now proceeded to use both hands on me.  I realised that it had been
the fingers of his right that had invaded my arse and brought me so much
pleasure and now he reached across with his left to take over on my cock
where Robin had been working before.

Unbidden, the maitre d' came over with three Peronis and another mineral
water which he placed on the table.

`I'm sure you are all working up a good thirst,' he smiled and he left us,
with a knowing smile on his lips.

`He's a really cool guy,' said Aaron.  We both took a mouthful of beer and
then we returned to our under-table play.

Aaron was an expert at edging.  He seemed to know just when I was about to
reach my climax and he would stop.  Several times he brought me to the
brink and left me there.  Soon I was a quivering wreck, panting, moaning,
sweating and definitely frustrated.

I don't know how long Phil and Robin were away in the toilet, but it was
definitely far longer than necessary for a pee.  I saw them return, both
with satisfied smiles on their faces.

`What have you two been doing?' I asked

`Robin can tell you later at home.  Anyway, it's time you got dressed and
we went on somewhere else.'

`Aaron, do you want to come with us?' I asked.

`Love to,' came the reply.

Phil rummaged in his backpack and produced a pair of speedos and a pair of
flip-flops.  `Here you are,' he said, handing them to me.  `Oh, and you'd
better take off your shirt.  You don't want to get it dirty.'

What did he have in mind?  My heart sank and then immediately rose again.
So far this evening had been almost perfect, so I was up for anything.

I was really turned on that I now had to remove my shirt in the restaurant
and then leave wearing only speedos and flip-flops.  I had difficulty
forcing my erection into the trunks and once it was lodged there, it was
obvious to everyone who looked that I was like a bitch on heat.  Of course,
the sight of a grown man walking down the street in the evening wearing
nothing but very revealing swimwear would attract the attention of all
passers-by.

Once the four of us left the relative safety of the table, where I was at
least partially shielded from view, we waited by the cash desk while Phil
paid the maitre d'.  He was careful to ensure that I stood next to the
window and I was aware that several people walking by stopped and stared in
at a semi-naked man with a huge erection, adding their gazes and,
doubtless, comments to those of the few diners still in the restaurant.

Naturally, the walk back to the car was an embarrassment for me.  I was
manoeuvred to walk in front with Aaron beside me while Robin and Phil
walked behind.  There was no way I could hide my sexual arousal from the
people approaching us.  My predicament was not assisted when, from time to
time, Aaron placed an almost proprietorial hand on my buttocks.  He
gradually did this more often until he was fondling and massaging them
which added an extra frisson of excitement for me and an extra item for
comment for other pedestrians.  I was aware that I was flushed all over my
body, a combination of embarrassment and sexual arousal.  And again my
speedos were sporting a damp patch for all to see.

Then Aaron thrust his right hand down the back of my speedos.  He went on
massaging my buttocks and I felt one of his fingers probe between them as
he began circling my hole.  The precum was now glistening in the light from
the streetlamps and I was breathing deeply, trying to control the urge to
rub myself to orgasm right there in the street.

Thus it was that we finally reached Phil's car.  I was relieved, hoping
that getting in would afford me a partial sanctuary and hopefully I would
be able to gain some level of control over my lustful instincts.

Robin and Aaron got in the back while I sat next to Phil in the front.
Before starting the engine, Phil said that he was disappointed at the state
of my skimpy clothing and that I had to remove it.

`Besides,' he went on, `you won't be needing any clothing when we get
there.'

My heart sank.  Where was `there'?  What would we be doing once we got
there?  The only upside that I could see was that now my cock was free to
stand erect without difficulty for more or less the first time this
evening.


(c) simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk

To be continued