Photo Story #18 (Patreon)

I’d always been a show off!

Ever since I was a teenager, I’d been proud of my body and loved the attention it got me. Whether it was wearing a tight shirt that showed off my pecs or a pair of snug shorts that showed off my thick butt, I loved seeing people’s reactions.

During college, I’d discovered the thrill of getting attention in clubs. Wearing a skin tight pair of leather pants guaranteed that my ass would be groped constantly as I brushed past guys to get to the bar or to go to the bathroom. That hungry look in their eyes as they looked me up and down never failed to get my heart racing, or my dick hardening in my pants.

By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I hit the gym daily and had some cool tattoos on my arms to draw even more attention my way. I’d regularly get wolf-whistled at the gym, or have guys snapping pics of me as I walked by. And as for clubbing? I had guys queuing up to buy me drinks and take me home.

The thing was ….. I loved the chase and the seduction, but I wasn’t really that interested once I’d got what I wanted.

I’d lost track of the amount of frustrated guys that had gotten angry when I said no, but I’d always been lucky as they’d always respected my decision.

That was until one night in March, just before my twenty-sixth birthday.

I’d thrown on a black tank top, a signature slutty jockstrap that barely contained my meaty bulge, and a pair of jeans that looked painted on. My ass was practically ripping the seams open to escape they were so tight.

After a few drinks at home, I headed to one of my favourite bars, a smoky, dark place that went all in for dark wood and dark leather.

I slid my hand inside my jeans to adjust my bulge, ensuring it was as prominent as possible before I pushed open the doors.

As I made my way through the crowd, my cock twitched as a couple of guys brushed their hands over my ass.

"What can I get you?" the barman said with a huge grin.

I ordered my drink and leaned against the bar assessing the room. My eyes immediately locked with those of a guy who I guessed to be in his early forties; broad shoulders, a chiselled handsome jaw and a powerful body that was barely contained in a pinstripe suit.

I smiled before turning around and grabbing my drink.

Sure enough, before I could count to five, he appeared at my side.

"I'd offer to buy you a drink, but it appears you already have one."

I shrugged. "I have one for now."

Downing my Jack and Coke in one, I turned to him and smiled again.

"He'll have the same again," he said to the bartender.

Whilst we waited for the drink to be poured, he leaned towards me and put his lips to my ear. "I've seen your type before."

I raised my eyebrows, trying to ignore the heady scent of his musky aftershave that smelled of leather and mahogany.

"You'll spend your evening cock teasing every guy that shows an interest before you go home alone, just how you like it. No one stands a chance and you'll just enjoy showing off that beautiful body."

I pulled back from him slightly, surprised that he'd read me so easily. No one had ever seen through me so quickly.

"I don't think I should accept this drink," I said as I placed it back on the bar. "You seem to have me confused with someone else."

He chuckled and the sound seemed to rumble through my bones. "I have you pegged. Don't run away just because I know what I'm dealing with. If you want to really tease, I have the private room at the back. Let's go and chat somewhere quieter."

He didn't wait for me to respond and walked off. I watched him go and couldn't stop biting my lip at the sight of his magnificent butt in his tight suit pants.

I don't know what made me do it, but I grabbed my drink and followed him to the end of the bar and through a set of doors to a quiet room that was dimly lit, a leather sofa against one wall and potted plants dotted around the room.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked, leaning against the wall and taking a sip of my drink.

He took my drink and placed it on a small table in the corner of the room.

"We aren't going to talk. You like to tease and not be touched so you can do what you do best. Get on your knees and lean against the couch."

"And you're not going to touch?"

"Not much," he said with a slight shrug, and the confidence and surety in that voice had me dropping to my knees and leaning over the sofa cushions, pushing my ass out.

There was a slight brush against the back of my jeans and then I felt his strong hands on my ass before a loud rip filled the room. I looked behind me in shock to see my bubble butt completely exposed, my jeans ripped down to my knees.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I pushed a hand down on my shoulder. "You're here to tease. Not talk."

He unzipped the fly of his suit pants and I was unsurprised to see that he was commando as he fished out a thick cut cock.

He spat in his palm before he started fisting his cock.

Despite my horror at having my jeans ripped open, I couldn't deny that the sight of this powerful man jerking his dick as he stared at me wasn't a massive turn on.

My own cock throbbed inside the tight confines of my jock as this god stood there fully suited with his cock out of his open fly, jerking himself slow and hard.

I found myself pushing my ass out as far as I could and spreading my thighs so he had a clear view of the bulge hanging between my legs.

He started to moan as he increased speed and I felt my own cock throbbing in time with his strokes. I'd never seen anything so hot in my life as this Adonis jerking off as he watched me.

"Such a hot fucking tease," he growled, the head of his cock shiny with precum.

I smiled at him, biting my lip between my perfect teeth.

"Mmmm," he growled again, and without any further warning, he took a step forward and shot his load, ropes of cum splattering over my exposed cheeks, my jeans and his polished leather dress shoes.

He grunted as he fucked his hand, not stopping until there was nothing left.

He gave my ass a hard slap before putting his cock away and zipping up.

"You better be here tomorrow. Good luck getting home."

Without another word, he turned around and left, leaving me with my ass on my show in a pair of jeans that were now useless, his cum cooling on my cheeks.

What made matters worse is that his slap on my ass as he departed had caused my own cock to blow and my jock was slowly filling with my first handsfree orgasm.

I would definitely be back tomorrow.