We had a couple of dances then Lola grabbed me and asked me to join her on another table. I told her I was with Martin and how he was my mum's boyfriend. She raised her eyebrows and thought that was very interesting and suggested I invite him over to join us.
I went over but Martin wanted to stay chatting with his man. He said I should go over and join the the girl and her friends as they were more my age. I said okay then he pulled me towards him and whispered in my ear.
"You know she's not your usual sort of girl", he said wryly.
I pretended to look shocked and he laughed.
"Be careful what you are doing", he smiled.
"You too", I laughed looking at the man he was chatting with.
I went over to resume my chat with Lola.
A few other people joined us and I was bought a large Southern Comfort.
Lola had told them that Martin was my dad and I had to explain that he was mums boyfriend.
There was lots of questions about me and my sexuality that I enjoyed answering.
They asked if I fancied Martin and I said I did. I liked his broad chest and strong arms and legs and how cute his bottom was.
"What about his cock"? They asked in unison.
I told them I hadn't seen it in the flesh but whatever he wore it was always poking out of his trousers. I explained how I heard mum telling her sister that it was big.
Lola said she thought he was cute and asked what we were both doing here and did mum know.
I told her about Martin coming out as gay and when he suggested coming to a gay bar that I would join him for moral support.
"So what about you"? She asked.
Judging by how you danced with us and that hard-on sticking down your leg you are not exactly straight.
I told Lola that I had a pretty girlfriend but for some reason she didn't excite me sexually and I struggled to stay hard.
She put her hand between my legs and made me jump. She squeezed my cock and said that this had been hard all night.
She was right, my groin was beginning to ache I was that hard.
Just then two guys came in wearing leather. They caused quite a stir as their leather trousers were backless. They had the most beautiful peachy asses I had ever seen. They were milling through the crowd getting groped and slapped.
Seeing them gave me a yearning, I was a shy boy but secretly I wanted to be like them. I couldn't help thinking how I'd love to be the centre of attention and parade around in group of men being touched and fondled.
Lola saw me looking. "Do you like the German men"? She asked.
I told here that they were hot. She went over to them and whispered something in the their ear. She looked over at me, pointed out Martin, then they came and sat with us.
They sat either side of me and started flirting. Whispering things in my ear that I couldn't understand. Their breath tickled and I could feel shivers of excitement running down my back.
One of them took my hand and placed it down his leather trousers.
Oh my, it was hot and sweaty down there his cock big and fat.
I glanced over at Martin, he was obviously distracted by what was going on.
The two men carried on flirting with me sticking there tongue in my ears and making me giggle.
I didn't realise at the time but Lola had asked them to flirt with me to make Martin jealous.
One turned my face towards him and brushed his lips against mine. I instinctively closed my eyes and kissed him back.
Then someone grabbed my arm, it was Martin.
"Come on, we are going", he said angrily.
He frog marched me outside. The cold air hit me and made me feel even more tipsy.
He bundled me into a taxi.
The journey took about 20 minutes and we didn't speak once.
We got to his place and told me to have a cold shower.
When I came out there was a hot chocolate waiting for me on the kitchen table.
"Drink that, while I have my shower", he said.
"I'm not a boy any more Martin", I told him.
"I could see that tonight", he snarled.
"Well, you took me", I replied.
The bathroom door slammed and Martin went to get his shower.
He came out and I went in to clean my teeth.
I came out and he said he was going to bed.
We both retired to our separate rooms.
I fell asleep straight away but woke up about 30 minutes later.
I could hear Martin tossing and turning and cursing the fact he couldn't sleep either.
I got up and peered through his bedroom door. I could see he had the bedside light on and was reading a book.
I opened the door and apologised and told him I couldn't sleep either.
He pulled back the quilt and told me to get in.
"Sorry", I replied.
"Get in, it's cold out there" |
"Are you sure", he laughed, "You've gone bright red. I don't want your mum to think I was leading you astray".
I was hoping he would say I didn't have to but he seemed okay about it. So I said honestly I'd be happy to go with him.
It was a couple of weeks before he mentioned it again but he asked if I would come with him on Saturday night and I agreed.
I asked him what he was wearing and he said some leather hot pants, a black leather vest and a dog collar.
All the colour drained out of my face, I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Then Martin laughed and said of course he wasn't he was just going to wear a smart shirt and a pair of jeans.
We both laughed but I really had no idea what to expect.
We got a taxi and headed off into town.
I was so nervous when we got to the gay bar. There were women in there as well which surprised me. We stood outside for a bit. Martin needed to work up the nerve to go in but in we went.
