Josh Likes Fucking Me in Public

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I got into fasting not because it keeps my belly flat, my legs slim, and butt cheeks tight–like my best friend Jane says it does–but because, when I don’t eat for days, it keeps my hole clean and ready for Josh’s cock day and night, no matter where we are and how he wants me.

Which is great considering that Josh is the type of top who likes to take me places and fuck me in public wherever we go. Why bother with food when your man feeds you his meat every day, if you know what I mean?

I even read somewhere that his cum had nutrients!

Josh doesn’t care who hears and who sees us fucking. I try to hold my moans, but the more people there are around us and the higher the risk of us getting caught, the more relentless he gets inside of me. I don’t want to give us away, I never do, but this man knows how to make me blush, quiver, and scream like a little bitch in his hands.

Josh took me to a posh rooftop bar in a 5-star hotel for our first date. Without even saying a word about it, he made his affinity for public sex obvious to me.

He ordered bourbon on the rocks for himself and Pink Silk Panties for me. The waitress–blonde, young, uniformed–grinned evilly and left off. I couldn’t really tell if she knew Josh or not. But I could see her picturing the things this strong and muscular middle-aged man was about to do to my hairless body that night.

Josh asked me questions about myself as we waited for our drinks. He was groomed well, dressed expensively, and extremely well-mannered.

He appeared to me as somebody who had made it in life and who now wanted to savor every single bit of it.

It didn’t take long for him to steer the conversation toward sex, inquiring me about my sex life. “So tell me,” he looked at me deep in the eyes, and asked, in a voice that echoed off the glass walls of the bar, “have you ever orgasmed from just your prostate?”

He made me feel like he was the host of a midnight show… a show that was about to take a dirty turn once the clock struck 12:00. I thought about what it would be like to have this foxy man’s hardon inside me. My prick jumped, and my asshole twitched at the thought of it.

The waitress returned to serve our drinks.

“Here you go, gentlemen!”, she said with a cheeky voice, “One bourbon on the rocks, and one Pink Silk Panties.” She gave me a dirty look and a knowing wink as she put my drink on the table and moved it slowly toward me, like a cat.

If Joshua did fuck me that night, I could swear that girl would be the first one in line to want to watch us.

We sipped on our drinks and flirted. My gosh, was Josh handsome! His blue eyes and his deep voice made time fly by. And knew exactly how to arouse me with words. I was so horny by the time we finished our drinks that I could barely stitch a sentence together–something he found subtly amusing.

He settled the bill and left the waitress a generous 30% tip. “Thanks, sir,” she said. She added a quirky “Have fun, gentlemen!” and disappeared into the back of the bar.

I wasn’t surprised when Josh flung a key card to me at the elevator door and asked if I wanted to join him for “one last drink” in his room. He didn’t seem surprised when I didn’t hesitate to say “yes” to him, either.

He fucked me against the window that night so that everybody could watch me.

And watch me they did.

The lights went on in what looked like a conference room in the opposite building. Two well-dressed women in their 40s went in.

They headed toward the intercom and started dialing into a conference call when the sight of my naked body against the window–legs apart, hands high up on the glass, limp dick flopping, balls swinging back and forth as Joshua thrust his giant cock in an out of my sore asshole– interrupted their plans.

“Shit, what did I get myself into”, I thought to myself, panting.

“Those businesswomen can see me…”

I looked at them with hope that I was wrong, wishing that I had read their body language wrong, and that they really hadn’t seen me.

I blushed.

The women were STARING at me with wide eyes, in disbelief of what was taking place right in front of them. They turned to each other and chuckled. Then they talked and conspired on something. I’d never been this embarrassed in my life.

The redhead in the black suit locked the door on the room, and the blonde one, dressed in green, pulled two chairs up to the window. They sat there on the chairs, watching, waving at me, giggling like high-school girlfriends.

I mean, why wouldn’t they?

There I was, leaned against the window, back arched towards another man, butt perked up against his crotch, getting fucked by him just like a submissive little slut in a porn movie.

One of them took out her phone and pointed the camera lens in the direction of our building. She angled the shot and pinched her fingers on the screen istanbul travesti so she could zoom nicely in on me. She made a clip of me pushing my ass hard against Josh’s prick, leaking strands of precum from my cock, moaning, her and her coworker’s chatter in the background.

Two or three floors down, a cleaner was wiping the desks in an empty open office when he looked up and saw us fucking. He paused, said something to me–I think his lips spelled out “You fucking faggot!”–and gave me the finger.

A busy street ran between the towering office hub across the street and an apartment building round the corner.

If Josh had picked the hotel and the room, as he probably had, then he had picked well: The floor was high enough to coincide with offices and flats, but not so high that my bare body wouldn’t be visible to the drivers and pedestrians on the street.

The room was angled in a way that put my body on display to any inhabitant of the nearby buildings and all the passersby on the surrounding streets. And cars, too. As taxis stopped at the traffic light, all cabbies had to do to see me naked was look up.

Every now and then, a car would honk for no apparent reason, eluding me to the fact that I was being watched. Maybe some of them cursed at me. Maybe others touched their dicks to the sight of me. A silhouette of was moving in a dark flat in the apartment building. It looked like a woman who rubbed her clit to our live show.

“WOOHOO!!!”, a young girl on the street screamed out, pointing up towards me.

She was walking in a group with three bulky guys, college football players, going to a bar. Her encouraging “YOU GO BOYS!!!” was interrupted by a “SHUT THE CURTAINS, PATHETIC FAGGOT” from one of her boyfriends.

“STEVE! LEAVE THE SEXY MEN ALONE OR NO SEX FOR YOU TONIGHT!”

Their voices became muffled as they walked past the street.

I wanted to sink into the floor.

But the jolts of pleasure running up my spine–from Josh’s head penetrating my gaped ass, scoring on my prostrate, hitting me up my ass so deep, it nearly came out my through–overpowered the feeling of embarrassment.

He grabbed hold of my balls with his right hand and started squeezing and squishing them together like he was selecting tomatoes at the grocery store. His left hand pinched my nipple hard, twisted it left and right, and made my whole body tremble.

The pain, arousing and enduring, made my anal ring tighten around his cock.

His hold on my balls tightened so hard, I thought they were going to explode right there in my sack when my dick, now erect, started hosing the window with watery white cum.

I felt kinky. The other lady in the business room–with the green dress–grabbed her phone and started taking photos as my cum kept painting the glass wall, trickling down in slow drops.

Josh grew so big inside me, I screamed helplessly.

The inner walls of my ass had to stretch to new limits to make room for his girthy shaft. I could feel my insides gripping the head and length of his manhood. It kept throbbing against them mercilessly.

Burst after burst of warm cum splashed inside of me, each longer and more fierce than the other, as he ejaculated his load so far up my ass, I could taste it. I felt like giving up and fainting from the overload of sex hormones in my body. My heart was racing. My cock throbbing. My ass retracting around Josh’s shaft.

Josh pulled out and left my hole gaping.

Like he knew the hot scene that was about to follow, he took hold of my sore cheeks, his thumbs touching the opening of my ass, and spread them wide open. I could see my reflection in the window, shaking, trying to catch my breath, leaking cum out of my ass.

Josh gave two approving slaps on my cheeks.

With a fatherly hug from the back, he grabbed me by the neck and kissed me on the lips. His soft but still firm penis maneuvered its way between my ass cheeks.

By now, I had no idea how many people were watching.

And I frankly didn’t care. Somehow, I was no longer embarrassed. Every bi man, gay bottom, or feminine woman staring at me wanted to be in my place. I felt privileged to be the center of attention.

Then there was last year:

Josh made me shoot my load in front of our waiter in a busy beach bar on my birthday.

It was a sunny summer afternoon in Italy. He had flown me to his favorite hotel on the Amalfi Coast–the white one, with the blue window blinds, big balcony, a view of the sea, and a crowded beach to the right.

A gorgeous woman in a bikini was lying on her stomach on a pink beach towel, sunbathing. Her feet up in the air, her legs long and slim, her butt glistening in the sun. She had already caught sight of us and laid down her book. Her head was turned towards our bodies, watching, as I kept rocking my ass against Josh’s crotch, impaling myself on his raging istanbul travestileri hardon.

He was sitting on the love seat comfortably, like a Greek god. His strong, muscular legs were apart so I could fit my slim body between them. I was sitting on him, facing away, pressing my ass against his crotch. I made every inch of his shaft disappear inside me until I could feel the tip of his cock’s head kiss my core.

We had been fucking on the balcony for what I believe was an hour when he grabbed hold of both of my nipples and pinched them so hard, I cried out like a little girl.

The woman grinned from ear to ear as Josh kept twisting the tip of my nipples in his fingertips, making me squeal and squirm, causing my soar hole to grip around his shaft so hard, it jerked his cock as I bounced up and down his tanned body.

Josh’s hands moved swiftly to my neck. They wrapped around it and held it firmly. I was gasping for air when a torrent of cum rushed up his shaft and flooded my ass. Josh held me down and unloaded his seed in me in five, maybe six, vigorous thrusts.

I didn’t count. I just closed my eyes and took them.

He kept his hard cock inside me as he ran his masculine hands down my chest, tummy, and then my thighs until his left hand began squeezing on my balls and his right hand stroking my penis.

My dick isn’t small–I’m what most guys would call regular sized–but it felt so tiny in his hands.

He rubbed his palm on my head for a few seconds, smearing the precum all around it, then took my shaft between his thumb and forefinger and started stroking me at a furious pace up and down.

Josh’s left hand squished my balls and I shot three long ropes of cum so high up into the air, the white fluid flew out the balcony and rained down on the street.

I took a quick look at the woman on the beach and she had her hand on her mouth, laughing. I had no idea where my semen landed, but I could tell she was entertained by the sight of it. The sound of her laughter echoed through the hot air and rang on the white walls of the hotel.

Josh helped me stand up and told me to stay there and wait for him.

“I have a present for you,” he said and disappeared somewhere into the room.

I leaned against the glass panels on the balcony and took a deep breath. A faint string of cum dangled from the tip of my cock, shimmering.

I spread my legs apart, relaxed my muscles, and surrendered my bare, radiant skin to the sun. The breeze caressed my ankles, made its way up my thighs, and swirled around my balls, cooling the warm drops of pearly cum on my inner thighs. Some sexy Italians caught sight of my nude body and howled at me like a wolf.

Josh’s steps grew louder as he made his way to me. He stood behind me and I turned my head for a kiss. Our tongues met and we exchanged saliva.

If I could tell you just one thing, I’d tell you this: Joshua never ceases to amaze me.

Of all gifts he could have gifted me, he chose to stick a cold object up my ass.

“You’ll have to find your present,” he said with a smirk on his face. “And you’ll *never* guess where I hid it.”

“I’m sure I won’t,” I played along as I felt an odd toy enter my ass and stretch me out on the inside. My anal ring gripped the twisty shaft. One end of the toy pressed on the area between my balls and the opening of my ass. The other against my prostate.

“Put shorts on and let’s go to the bar. Keep your top off, birthday boy. Those hard, perky nipples need to be out there for everyone in Italy see.”

My mouth was salivating so much, I had to swallow my spit. I didn’t bother sliding back into my V-string. I put my white cotton shorts on and left the room with him.

Josh and I took to the street and headed toward the bar by the beach. I tried hard not to walk funny, but my birthday present made that a little tricky. I could feel it moving up my ass with every step I made. The hard tip, slick from the semen Josh had unloaded inside me, kept rubbing against my prostate and sending shivers up my spine.

I admit now that slipping into my white cotton shorts without any underwear on–even if string panties–was bold of me. Then again, I had just finished squatting on Josh’s cock and he had stuck a mysterious birthday present up my ass… so I guess my mind was elsewhere.

Three Brits passed us by on the street.

They all laughed out loud to a joke one of them made. I didn’t hear what they said, but I overheard something about me giving my friend the backstage pass.

That I had done, boys! That, I had done.

Not knowing just how obvious my toy was to others made me racy. I mean, I couldn’t even guess its color!

But let’s just say my anxiety didn’t last long.

Joshua reached into his pocket and pulled out a black remote control. Oblivious of the plan he had for my defenseless asshole, I asked, “Are you travesti istanbul taking me on a ride somewhere?”

“Yes. But not in a car.”

The remote clicked. I gasped for air.

In sharp, sudden, and unpredictable jerks, my birthday present started punting against my prostate. It was as if Josh had put the tip of his fingernails on the base of the toy and had started to tap them against it.

With the push of a button, he made it completely impossible for me to walk and talk normal… and we were barely halfway to the bar.

At this point in time, I was convinced the toy was showing through my shorts.

Even if it wasn’t at first, the blobs of Josh’s cum seeping through my hole had made sure of it. A group of women were walking and talking behind us. “Damn, bitches, I wish I had one up my ass right now too!”, one of them said.

They chuckled, gave me dirty looks, and walked past us.

The situation at the front of my shorts wasn’t so great either. My prick was bulging, precum leaking once more from my head. Passersby would glance at my crotch. Their glances lingered. A hot chick licked her lip at the sight of my hard nipples and leaky hardon. A married couple seemed amused. A group of guy friends snubbed me off and said something dismissive to me in Italian.

Was I embarrassed? You bet.

Did I care? Absolutely not. My birthday present had taken over my mind, reminding me of its presence, tapping against my prostate and moving round in circles in my ass.

Josh seemed to love it all. “Told you I’d take you for a ride.” He extended his hand toward an empty table at the beach bar, and we sat down.

I lowered my butt to the wooden bench when the toy thumped against a new spot in my intestines. I shook, my eyes twitched, and my insides fluttered.

“You’re drooling,” Josh told me as he unbuttoned the top few buttons on his Hawaiian shirt. I wiped the drool off my chin and looked at him with a helpless and yet slightly sarcastic smile.

“Ha-ha, Josh. I wonder why?”

He chuckled.

By the time the Italian waiter arrived–sweaty muscles ripping through his tank top–I was already breathing like a dog, eyes wide and mouth open, panting at the sensation of being this close to an explosive prostate organism.

“Ciao, signori! Pronto per ordinare?”

My boner was sticking out from under the table, spurting out streams of watery precum. I tried to say something but all that came out my mouth was a loud moan. Josh spared me and ordered gin and tonic for himself and a Sex on the Beach for me.

He handed the menu back to the water and took the remote in his hands. Leaning inquisitively on the table, he smiled at me.

“How are finding your birthday so far, wild thing?” Wink.

“The part where you f… fucked me on th… the balcony or the p… part where you made me c… cum in the bar, Josh?”

I was so aroused, I was dumbstruck.

All I could think about was wanting to cum. I wiggled my ass desperately, tightening up against the toy as it bounced and rotated inside my hot, humid rectum.

Whatever setting Josh had set the toy to, it kept buzzing and humming just enough to keep me close on the edge, but with no hope to actually get cover it. You know that feeling when you really want to sneeze but can’t? Imagine wanting to cum but not being able to, multiply it by 1,000,000, and you’ll feel what I felt right there at the table.

“Hmm… So tell, me, are you ready to cum now?”

“Mhmm!”

“Are you sure, though? I wouldn’t want to ruin your birthday by making you cum too early.”

“Yes, Josh, I… I’m sure!”

“How sure?”

The hunky Italian waiter came with our drinks.

“I’m sure, Josh, p… please make me cum, please m… make me cum, Josh, please…”

Our waiter could tell what was about to happen.

I was too much in my head to pay attention to what he said, but his tone when he said Sex on the Beach as he served me my cocktail said everything. That guy was as gay as we were, and he wanted to stick around for the rest of the show.

Josh whispered something to the water and gave him the remote control. The dreamy Italian man pushed a few buttons and I screamed out so loud that everybody in the bar would have heard had they been paying attention.

Some were. People at the nearby tables turned their faces to watch my mouth drooling, body shaking, bulging dick shooting string after string of cum through my shorts. I held on to the wooden table like I was expecting Josh and our bartender to pull it away.

My mind was empty. My balls drained. My ass chock-full of cum, gripping against my birthday present.

It’s not my birthday yet this year. But I swear I have wet dreams imagining the ways for Joshua to top last year’s present.

That’s Joshua.

He keeps me hanging. (But that’s a story for another day.)

He tricks me into submitting to him more expertly than any other dom I’ve met. And he makes me cry out in pain and pleasure louder than all young, full-of-themselves studs I’ve dated.

I wonder what it would take to get him to go exclusive so I’m not just one of his bottom boys…

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