- mbg8,
Last Saturday I visited a bar around noon. I was traveling across 3 states when I stopped to relax a little and found a quiet looking bar located about a mile from the main highway. The bar parking lot wasn't paved and the whole place looked dusty. There were about 10 cars parked outside and it looked like the perfect place to get a beer and relax. I went in got my beer and sat out in the patio. As I looked around, older guys were out in the patio, some looked like bikers, the others retired guys in summer clothes. It was about 99Ā°f outside and the patio misters suddenly turned on and it felt good. After a while sitting under the patio misters my shorts and tank top were a little soaked. I also noticed eyes on me while I was sitting there. The fist thought that came to mind was, "I should leave."
I looked down at my chest and I was soaking wet from the patio misters. I was also buzzing pretty hard from my beer and the outside heat. Under one of the patio trees were two guys talking, enjoying their beers and one of the guys took off his shirt. I thought, hey I'm gonna do the same, why not?
I'm setting outside in the bar patio, I'm buzzing, I'm all wet and I'm in cut off Jean shorts and I have old chucks on with no socks. This feels real nice I thought. While I was getting into how good I felt sitting outside, I could feel sweat forming around my next and dripping down my back, down into my ass. This is why it's a good idea to wear underwear I thought and smiled. By this time, I had a nice strong buzz from the beer, I was covered in sweat, the patio misters where on full blast and the button at the top of my Jean shorts came undone.
"Nice trick", someone said, that was standing on the other side of the patio misters. I couldn't really see the person speaking, but I could tell there were a few people there. "I guess the beer inside me is starting to do its thing." I replied. After I said that, I noticed additional legs from behind the misters moving in. "You're doing real good so far on your own sitting there", "don't stop now." Another voice I heard from behind the patio misters.
I couldn't make out anyone's face where I was sitting, all I could see are peoples silhouettes in the patio mist and a slow but growing bunch of legs, all of them standing about 4 feet in front of me. I was sweating profusely, I was really nervous and I stood up were I was sitting. I could feel the weight of my soaking wet shorts, and water dripping down my back, my ass, my legs. The voices in the patio mist got quiet. I unbutton the fly of my wet Jean shorts and the weight of them made them fall to the ground and my penis popped out and upwards. I was shocked, I was very erect. I couldn't believe it.
Not only was I very erect, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I was about to cum. I couldn't move and I was standing there, very tense, very wet and I was moaning no, no, no, with my hands open and slowly waving, showing that I couldn't touch myself anywhere otherwise I would cum. I did this for what felt like two minutes. I could feel my wet thighs shaking and growing weak.
As I looked up, I had an audience and scattered in the crowd I could clearly see hands touching their bodies and some were masturbating.
I was at the point of no return. I new I was gonna cum. I wanted to cum. My eyes teared up not in sorrow, I felt aroused, on fire. This was it, I reach upwards, my hands brushed up slightly touching my nipples and that's when it happened. I felt a rush of blood run through my body and I was ejaculatinng. Not squirting, but dripping ropes of cum. My torso spazzed from the intense feeling of relief.
Moments later, I felt a warm wet mouth slowly covering the tip, the head of my dripping penis, and a tongue entering my ear, I bent down to grab my shorts from the floor and that's when I felt a wet finger touching my anus. There were warm hairy bodies up close and personal. I was still very erect, I felt very horny, I felt naughty.
I slowly and politely began to move out from the middle of the tight group I was in, I felt my erection swinging from side to side, dripping with cum as I exited the middle of the hot, hairy group. Hands touching, caressing, grabbing, mouths sucking and tongues licking.
I went inside the bar undressed, erect, wet, full of dust and dirt from outside and my legs were covered in cum. I smiled in shame at every looking at me and I began to put my wet Jean shorts on. I lost my tank top, but didn't want to go back and find it. I waved good bye for some reason to everyone looking at me in the bar,I put my head down and then walked towards the exit and left.
I ended up renting a room connected to the bar, I really needed a shower, to clean up. I was filthy. The motel room attendant noticed my appearance, "son, you could use an extra towel or two", he said, then showed me to my room.
As I was in my room showering, it was obvious to me I didn't climax. I guess I was kind of edging myself at the bar in the patio in front of everyone. It turned me on and I didn't want to cum.
Every time I think back at that day, it gets me really aroused.
Thank you for reading this far. Feel free to let me know your thoughts.
I looked down at my chest and I was soaking wet from the patio misters. I was also buzzing pretty hard from my beer and the outside heat. Under one of the patio trees were two guys talking, enjoying their beers and one of the guys took off his shirt. I thought, hey I'm gonna do the same, why not?
I'm setting outside in the bar patio, I'm buzzing, I'm all wet and I'm in cut off Jean shorts and I have old chucks on with no socks. This feels real nice I thought. While I was getting into how good I felt sitting outside, I could feel sweat forming around my next and dripping down my back, down into my ass. This is why it's a good idea to wear underwear I thought and smiled. By this time, I had a nice strong buzz from the beer, I was covered in sweat, the patio misters where on full blast and the button at the top of my Jean shorts came undone.
"Nice trick", someone said, that was standing on the other side of the patio misters. I couldn't really see the person speaking, but I could tell there were a few people there. "I guess the beer inside me is starting to do its thing." I replied. After I said that, I noticed additional legs from behind the misters moving in. "You're doing real good so far on your own sitting there", "don't stop now." Another voice I heard from behind the patio misters.
I couldn't make out anyone's face where I was sitting, all I could see are peoples silhouettes in the patio mist and a slow but growing bunch of legs, all of them standing about 4 feet in front of me. I was sweating profusely, I was really nervous and I stood up were I was sitting. I could feel the weight of my soaking wet shorts, and water dripping down my back, my ass, my legs. The voices in the patio mist got quiet. I unbutton the fly of my wet Jean shorts and the weight of them made them fall to the ground and my penis popped out and upwards. I was shocked, I was very erect. I couldn't believe it.
Not only was I very erect, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I was about to cum. I couldn't move and I was standing there, very tense, very wet and I was moaning no, no, no, with my hands open and slowly waving, showing that I couldn't touch myself anywhere otherwise I would cum. I did this for what felt like two minutes. I could feel my wet thighs shaking and growing weak.
As I looked up, I had an audience and scattered in the crowd I could clearly see hands touching their bodies and some were masturbating.
I was at the point of no return. I new I was gonna cum. I wanted to cum. My eyes teared up not in sorrow, I felt aroused, on fire. This was it, I reach upwards, my hands brushed up slightly touching my nipples and that's when it happened. I felt a rush of blood run through my body and I was ejaculatinng. Not squirting, but dripping ropes of cum. My torso spazzed from the intense feeling of relief.
Moments later, I felt a warm wet mouth slowly covering the tip, the head of my dripping penis, and a tongue entering my ear, I bent down to grab my shorts from the floor and that's when I felt a wet finger touching my anus. There were warm hairy bodies up close and personal. I was still very erect, I felt very horny, I felt naughty.
I slowly and politely began to move out from the middle of the tight group I was in, I felt my erection swinging from side to side, dripping with cum as I exited the middle of the hot, hairy group. Hands touching, caressing, grabbing, mouths sucking and tongues licking.
I went inside the bar undressed, erect, wet, full of dust and dirt from outside and my legs were covered in cum. I smiled in shame at every looking at me and I began to put my wet Jean shorts on. I lost my tank top, but didn't want to go back and find it. I waved good bye for some reason to everyone looking at me in the bar,I put my head down and then walked towards the exit and left.
I ended up renting a room connected to the bar, I really needed a shower, to clean up. I was filthy. The motel room attendant noticed my appearance, "son, you could use an extra towel or two", he said, then showed me to my room.
As I was in my room showering, it was obvious to me I didn't climax. I guess I was kind of edging myself at the bar in the patio in front of everyone. It turned me on and I didn't want to cum.
Every time I think back at that day, it gets me really aroused.
Thank you for reading this far. Feel free to let me know your thoughts.
