Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2018 10:54:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Simon Wright Subject: CONFESSIONS OF AN EXHIBITIONIST - PART 8 This story is fantasy. Unsafe activities take place. You should not take part in anything that isn't safe. All the usual disclaimers apply – if you shouldn't read this, DON'T!!! – if you're offended by stories about man-on-man sex, you shouldn't have got this far into the site. Nifty provides this site as a free platform for erotic stories. Help to keep this valuable resource free by making a donation. Confessions of an Exhibitionist Chapter 8 The following day was Friday and Phil had promised to take us out to dinner as an apology for exposing me to potential ridicule and humiliation at the swimming training session the previous evening. I didn't know where we were going, so when I got back from work I rang him to ask what sort of clothing would be appropriate - casual, formal, scruffs? `Do you still have those washed out blue denims?' he asked. `They would be good, with a smartish white shirt and maybe a pair of tan boots.' `Right,' I agreed, smiling. I loved those jeans. They were very tight and revealing. So tight that in order to get them on easily over my feet, I had had zips put in on the inside seams of the calves. It was necessary to tuck them inside the ankles of my boots. Also, they were so tight that it was impossible to use the front pockets, so I had also had them removed and the pocket openings sewn up. However, the overall effect was smart in a casual manner and the shirt and boots would go really well to create a stylish image. The downside (there always seems to be a downside!) was that it was impossible to wear underwear beneath them. But then again, maybe that wasn't a downside! Robin, too, dressed in a simple, casual way, choosing jeans, trainers and a t-shirt which while not being tight, hinted at his defined physique beneath. Just before 7.30 Phil arrived. He looked at us and complimented us on our choices of clothing. Then he added, `Just a couple of extras for you, Simon.' With that he produced a package from which he produced a butt plug, some lube and a belt. `Drop your jeans.' I did and bent over so he could insert the plug. When it was securely fitted with my sphincter gripping it firmly, I suddenly felt it begin to vibrate. That was a real surprise and shock to me. `I've just got this new toy. Like your estim, it is remote controlled, but the receiver is built in, so there are no wires trailing from the plug. He was intending to stimulate and probably humiliate me in public yet again. A combination of this thought and the gentle stimulation to my prostate gave me an immediate erection. Phil told me to pull up my jeans again and then he said, `Here. I want to give you this belt. A present. The tan leather will match your boots and it will go well with the rest of your outfit.' I was really grateful at his thoughtfulness, until I fastened the buckle. It was then that I noticed that it was equipped with a padlock. Quickly Phil locked me into my jeans. Holding the key in front of my face, he smiled and said, `I think you're mine for this evening. I can control your sexual excitement and you can't even take a piss without my permission. Come on, guys. The table is booked for 8.' As we got into the car, Phil tossed the controller for my butt plug over to Robin who was sitting in the back. `The controls are similar to the ones for Simon's estim. You can control the intensity of the vibrations from zero to mind-blowing. As we don't want him cumming too soon, don't go much above the half-way setting at the moment.' My heart sank. He had said `cumming too soon.' That meant that he intended me to cum at some time – probably at a very humiliating moment. `Oh yes,' Phil added. `You see that switch with the lightning flash next to it? Well, that will add an electric current to the vibrations. I am sure you will enjoy seeing how he reacts.' Yet again his grin was almost macchiavellian. Throughout the journey across town, Robin expertly varied the intensity of the vibrations in my anus and on my prostate. I never knew whether the stimulation would stop, increase, continue. And I had no idea whether or not Robin would activate the current. Actually he didn't touch that knob during the journey. So I sat back and enjoyed the control he had over my most intimate part. One moment I was given a period to rest and recuperate. Then, without warning, the vibrations would start, sometimes increasing gradually in strength, sometimes a sharp blast which continued maybe for a few seconds or even a minute or more. Throughout the ride, my cock was in a swollen state and its outline was clearly visible. As my belt was locked on and the jeans were very tight, my opportunities for adjusting its position were severely limited and by the time Phil parked in a side street, I was rather uncomfortable. When we got out of the car, I managed to move my cock fully erect against the flies. This was a more comfortable position, but, of course, I was displaying an obscene bulge. As it was still only late summer, it was still light and my arousal was visible to all passers-by on the busy streets. There were no comments that I heard, but there were several stares and the odd nudge too. I tried to walk with my hands clasped in front of my groin, but this looked so awkward that it appeared to attract the attention of prying eyes. I was grateful that Robin had switched off the fiendish instrument. A couple of minutes after 8.00, we arrived at Salvo's, one of my favourite restaurants. The place was already quite busy and the room was filled with the sound of many conversations taking place across the tables. I was slightly reassured. This was a respectable restaurant – Phil wouldn't dare push me too far here. Or would he? I still remembered his comment about not cumming too soon – when would be the right time? The maitre d' showed us to our table, a round table in an alcove where the three of us could sit on the comfortably padded bench that formed a semi-circle, leaving the open side for access by the waiting staff. I was ushered into the centre with Phil on my left and Robin on my right. There was a light fitting on the wall behind me and I was thankful that this meant that my enlarged groin was in shadow as well as being partially hidden by the table. I attempted to pull the table cloth over my lap, but Phil pushed it aside. Similarly, he wouldn't let me use my napkin either. As I was sitting, the plug was being pushed further into my hole which in turn seemed to pump more blood into my erection. I was vainly trying to get myself more comfortable when a cute waiter approached to bring us the menus and take our drinks order. It was at this precise moment that Robin chose to switch on the vibrations again – an intense wave of pleasure, mixed with some discomfort, surged from my behind to my cock and on through my guts. Despite great efforts, I was unable to stifle a moan just as the waiter stopped opposite me. He smiled. I don't know what he thought was happening. Seeing my embarrassment, Phil chimed in with an explanation that only made matters worse, `Pardon my friend. He really fancies you and in his excitement at seeing you come over he just couldn't help moaning with lust and desire.' Again the waiter smiled and he thanked me, saying that he found me attractive too. We ordered our drinks – we each chose a pint of Peroni – and Robin switched the vibrations down to a gentle erotic stimulation while we studied the menus. Once we had decided, the conversation started. We spoke of everything and nothing – work, people we knew, the swimming team's prospects of winning at the county championships and so on. Although under my breath, I reminded Phil that he was a shit to humiliate me in a respectable restaurant. I also told Robin that I would get my revenge on him too. They both smiled and returned to discussing other things. After a few minutes, the waiter approached again to take our orders for dinner and, of course, Robin, with a sweet and seemingly innocent smile on his face, powered up the vibrations. Once again, the waiter was greeted with a moan of lust from me. I had to admire him for his professionalism in taking our orders while I continued to moan and pant. During the period we were waiting for our meals to arrive, the conversation continued to range widely over many varied topics and Robin reduced and then stopped the vibrations. I was grateful for the respite, but my gratitude quickly diminished when he passed the controller to Phil who placed it carefully on the seat to his left – just where I couldn't reach it without overturning the table. He thought of everything! We finished our beers and started on our second. Robin and I had repeated our orders for Peronis, while Phil, as the night's driver, had a sparkling water. Suddenly I almost dropped my glass as my body convulsed when electric shocks hit my anus and prostate. Phil had set the controller to deliver varied power shocks at random intervals. Although the others continued the conversation with no difficulty, my contributions were now restricted to gasps, grunts and moans. When the other diners at nearby tables started looking over at me, Phil reduced to current to a mild, constant stimulation I was able to regain some semblance of the decorum to be expected in polite society. I must admit that I was beginning to enjoy the constant gentle stimulation – my erection was responding well to the stimuli. Looking down I was shamed to notice that a large damp patch was visible at the front of my jeans where precum was continuously flowing out. Of course, the tightness of my jeans meant that I was unable to adjust the position of my cock and I wasn't sure it was a good idea to move it anyway: if I moved it the precum stain would only get even larger and more obvious. Unfortunately, Phil decided that I appeared to be too comfortable, enjoying too much the mild stimulation. So at this moment he added in random vibrations to the electric currents I was being subjected to, in order to vary the discomfort/pleasure I was experiencing. Exerting great self control, I managed to learn to ride out the stimulation and make an attempt at normal conversation. I was doing well until the waiter appeared bringing out meals across, when, of course, Phil subjected me to an electric pulse stronger than any I had experienced yet. My mouth uttered a loud moan followed by a series of pants and gasps. Phil said to the waiter, `He certainly gets turned on whenever you come over. I think he really fancies you.' My face reddened with embarrassment while I vainly attempted to control the outward expression of the sexual excitement I was experiencing. Again, the waiter smiled and he said to me, `I am really flattered that you feel that way.' Phil reduced the stimulation a lot while we ate. He said that he knew how much I enjoyed the excellent food at Salvo's so he had no wish to spoil my appreciation of it. Throughout the time we were eating a gentle electric tingling flowed right through my guts, just enough to keep my trapped cock throbbing and the precum flowing. Part way through the main course, Phil ordered two more beers and another sparkling water. Of course, when they arrived the current again surged so that the waiter was fully aware of my sexual excitement. Once we had finished the main course, and while we were deciding on dessert, I realised that three beers and constant stimulation to my nether regions had made a visit to the toilet rather urgent. `I need to go to the loo,' I said, hoping that Phil would either hand me the key to the padlock on my belt, or, failing that, unlock it himself, but he had other ideas and he called the waiter over. I greeted his arrival with another involuntary moan and almost crawled with embarrassment when I heard Phil say to him, `My friend needs to go to the toilet and I think it would be a good idea if you escorted him there. He will need assistance undoing his belt,. Here he waved the key at the waiter and told him that when I was finished peeing he was to lock the belt again and return the key to himself or Robin. `Certainly, sir,' came the reply. `It is always my pleasure to give service to customers who have special requirements.' Then to me he added, `Please follow me, sir.' Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Phil switch off the fiendish butt plug controller. I felt a certain amount of relief at this, mixed with apprehension that I would now have to go to the toilet with a stranger who thought I was lusting for his body and who now had control over whether or not I could pee. I followed the waiter into the gents and went straight into one of the cubicles. He came in after me and locked the door behind him. Kneeling in front of me, he unlocked the padlock and gently peeled down my tight jeans to reveal my obscene erection, glistening in the light with precum which covered the whole shaft and threatened to drip off my balls. `You have a problem, sir. I don't think you will be able to urinate with that erection, and even if you could, it would be likely to spray all over the cubicle and that would be unpleasant for the next gentleman to come in. So I think I had better help you. Please turn towards the pan and rest your hands against the back wall.' I complied. And I thrilled to his next move. He stood up close behind me, reached around my hips and grasped my cock. With strong, almost business-like, strokes he began to jack me. With all the stimulation I had been receiving this evening, I was already close and I was soon panting and gasping. Then he stopped stroking along my shaft and rubbed the head with the palm of his hand, making good use of the copious lubrication supplied by the precum. The sensations coursing through my cock were indescribable – tingling and throbbing spasms in the shaft, sensuous stimulation to my cock head. It took all my self control to keep my hands on the wall and not grasp my shaft and bring on my pent up ejaculation. But the waiter knew exactly what he was doing and what Phil wanted. `I'm going to cum,' I whispered hoarsely. `That is the intention, sir,' came the reply. My balls retracted, my whole body tensed and I erupted. The waiter was obviously watching over my shoulder and he sharply pointed my dick downwards towards the pan so that my spurts of cum splashed harmlessly into the water. After the spasms had subsided, he continued to massage my cock head as if he intended to bring me to a second climax, but no. He allowed me to calm down somewhat. As I came down from the orgasmic heights, my knees started to buckle and the waiter firmly supported me by wrapping his other arm round my waist while still directing my dick downwards. The thought crossed my mind: this isn't the first time he has done this – he is so expert and practised. Eventually, my erection subsided and the need to pee became irresistible. `OK,' I said. `I am going to pee now. Do you want to go?' `No, sir. Allow me to assist. Just stay there with your hands on the wall. I'm already holding your penis in the correct position.' I had never before let someone else hold my cock while I was peeing. It was a strange sensation, but certainly not unpleasant. He held me gently but firmly. The novelty of the situation would in other circumstances had made it difficult to relax enough to allow the flow to start, but I was really desperate to piss, so I started almost immediately. When I finished, the waiter expertly shook the drops off and gave me a couple of strokes. `You've done all this before, haven't you?' I asked. `Sir, you will forgive me if I am unable to answer. A good waiter is always discreet about how he offers service to his customers.' With that he asked me to turn round and he expertly tucked my now flaccid cock into my tight jeans as he pulled them up. He buttoned my fly and with nimble fingers replaced the padlock on my belt. I was relieved to see that the precum stain had dried slightly and was not so obvious as it had been. The waiter (I still didn't know his name) gave my cock one last fondle through the tight denim over my crotch and unlocked the cubicle door. I was surprised that he didn't mention the butt plug which he must have noticed when he was standing behind me. However, he was obviously very discreet in his dealings with all his customers. We went to the basins to wash our hands and once they were dry, he said, `Follow me, please, sir.' And he led me back to the table. `Better?' asked Phil. (c) simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk To be continued.