Have you ever been sitting there when a really strange thought comes to mind, something really bizarre. Well it just happened to me. I wrote it up.
I was invited out to dinner by an old friend. He’s a nice guy but seems to have a way of embarrassing people. He made a strange request, that I wear my light khaki pants that he had admired before, and no underwear. I couldn’t understand, but it wasn’t a big deal for me. I go combat lots of times.
He picked me up at my house and drove us to a pretty nice place, pretty crowded. But he had reservations, and had asked for a special table right in the middle of the place.
We were having a really nice meal when suddenly, under the table cloth, he reached over and started stroking my cock, right there in the restaurant, but so that no one could see.
I asked him to stop. This was embarrassing. What if someone saw me hard. He told me to sit still and not make a fuss. And he said it with a tone of voice that knew meant business. He was a man that I felt totally dominated by. And he didn’t stop, only smiled big. I again asked him to please stop. I was starting to get hard. I pleaded with him to stop. But he kept stroking me. I felt powerless to stop him, I had no control over my own body. But I pleaded again for him to stop. He again only smiled, and continued to stroke my now totally hard cock. I felt the sensations starting. Please please don’t do this I pleaded. He actually laughed quietly. I could now feel the pre cum starting to flow. This was terrible. My pants were starting to show a stain. What was I going to do? But his dominating demeanor forced me to sit there, totally still, and let him do whatever he wanted to do. He continued to stroke me. My head was starting to spin. There was nothing I could do. I felt myself approached a climax and tried to will myself not to, but it was no good. With lots of pre cum already staining my pants, I made one last plea for him to stop. He just looked at me and said that this is how I would pay for my meal. He made a few final strokes and I climaxed, shooting gobs of cum into my pants. The stain now went all the way down the front of my pants almost to my knee. I was exhausted. But worse, he got up, paid the bill, and left me there, by myself, only saying that the next time would be even better.