This is a pretty long read, so I've broken it up into three chapters. However, I think you'll enjoy the slow burn. I certainly hope so!
My favourite local band was playing at the Watmough, so some friends and I headed over there early to see if they’d be free before the show. I was able to catch a couple of minutes with their lead singer Mai, a pretty blonde with the most incredible million-watt smile and a voice you wouldn’t expect out of such a small woman. She recognized me from a couple of other shows and we just shot the shit for a few minutes. I did my best to make her laugh and she was in a good mood, so that wasn’t difficult. It was heaven just soaking up her vibe and admiring her perky chest in a cut-off t-shirt and torn jeans. Finally, her band mates called her cause it was time to go backstage. I looked up to watch them file off, a motley crew of lithe (maybe even on the emaciated side), long-haired or bald youngish guys in boots, torn jeans or leather pants and tees they’d clearly owned for a decade.
Mai put her hand on my knee and apologized for having to head off. Once again, I got that killer smile. I smiled back and put my hand on hers, telling her to have a great show. Feeling pretty cheerful, I walked back to join my friends who I’d known since our school days and bought everyone a round of pints. As I handed one to my flatmate Sarah, she said, “You might want to adjust that, Pete!” I followed her eyes down and realized that my now hard dick was trapped painfully in my underwear and forming an obvious bulge.
“Oh, yeah. Thanks,” I told her, setting my drink on the table and heading for the lav. The place wasn’t full yet, so I had it to myself. I unbuckled my tight, low-waist jeans and wrapped my hand around my semi-engorged dick. Damn, that Mai got my juices flowing! I didn’t necessarily want my friends to see that I was actually wearing red girls’ panties under my jeans.
It was a harmless kink that I’d discovered while dating a girl who really got off on switching underwear after we’d had sex. It was kind of funny because, even though I have a fairly narrow waist for a tall guy, it was nothing compared to hers. Combine that with a muscular ass and a generous endowment, the panties were tight and there was little room to keep my jewels in place. Still, the feel of that lace against my skin and trimmed hair was really hot and I’d taken to wearing her panties even though we’d split up over a year ago. As long as I stayed soft, it was usually fine, although my balls had a tendency to slip out the side and hang free if I moved around too much.
I gave my “friend” a chance to calm down. Combined with the coolness in the lav, it didn’t take long for it to be soft enough to fold back inside the red lace, button up, wash my hands and head back out.
I found that the place had filled up quite a bit in the time I’d been occupied. My friends had repositioned themselves close to the stage. I stand a meter ninety, so I wasn’t going to join them and block everyone’s view. I just grabbed my pint and stood toward the back. Still, the place continued filling up and I found myself moving forwards and back to let people squeeze past. I had a thought that this size of crowd might constitute a fire hazard, but I knew nothing about the laws, so I let the thought go and focused on the band starting their set.
The house was stacked in their favour, and the band kicked off with some fan faves. Soon the place was buzzing with positive energy. Everyone was dancing and no one felt like a stranger. The lager was flowing. The temperature was rising from all the bodies. I’d already stripped off my dress shirt so I was down to a black tank top. I worked out four days a week, mostly for tone but also to keep that coveted V-line and some stacked biceps, so I knew I had nothing to be embarrassed about.
The band took a short break and everyone used that time to hit the lavs and refresh drinks. I chatted up my friends and an unusually curvy goth girl at the counter. She slipped me her number before I headed back to my spot. I’d just arrived when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Someone as tall as I am doesn’t usually get a hand on the shoulder.
I turned around to find another group of grunge fans huddled behind me. I was shocked to see that I was average in height compared to these people. The one who’d put his hand on my shoulder had to be two meters tall. He held out his other hand and there were a couple of tabs in his palm. “You wanna join us in some E, mate?”
There are a lot of drugs I won’t even consider, especially coming from someone I’ve never met, but I’d had plenty of experience with E and I knew it was only going to keep me chill. “Really? Yeah, that’s cool.” I helped myself to a full tab. “Can I give you something for them?” He waved it off. “Maybe a pint?” I handed him mine. “Here, I haven’t touched this one yet. I’ll get another.”
He took the pint from me with a smile and a nod. It was only at that moment that I realised he’d had his hand on my shoulder the whole time. As I returned to the counter, I thought about how surprised I was to see that the guy had great teeth. If I’m being honest, most of the crowd at these concerts look sort of strung out: bad teeth, bad skin, dirty clothes and hair. I didn’t really judge them for it, but I was pretty meticulous about taking care of myself so I always noticed it. This guy looked more in my category. Maybe he and his friends had come over from the nearest university.
I got a few pints both to save myself another trip and in case any of the others in the guy’s group needed one. Hell, I’d have done it even without the free tabs. I placed them in the back of my mouth and washed them down with lager. At my weight, I expected to feel them kick in after twenty to thirty minutes.
The evening went on and we all went back to dancing and I was feeling no pain. The E was doing its job and I didn’t have a care in the world. It just felt great to move my body. At one point, a raven-haired girl I was dancing with got a little out of control and spilled her entire drink. I backed up to get out of the splash zone, still dancing. I was pressed against people dancing behind me but they didn’t push me away and didn’t give it any thought. The person behind me stopped dancing, and I suddenly noticed I was pressing against something firm around my lower back.
I came to a stop to think about what that meant. A familiar hand set itself on my shoulder. I felt the guy’s hair as he leaned down toward my ear (yes, he actually had to lean down) and said, “Sorry about that. Those red panties are getting me worked up.” If I wasn’t high, I’d have turned beet red. “How…?”
“How did I notice? C’mon, low-waisted jeans and all that dancing. You had to know they’d be visible at some point.” He must have hooked a finger around the thong joint in back, because I suddenly felt my underwear drawn taught around my junk and up the crack of my ass. “That’s so hot,” he whispered. “Come back here and dance for a bit.” His hands slid around to my pecs and he drew me backward toward the wall, where there was a bit more shadow. I don’t know if his friends knew what he was doing, but they just naturally adjusted to get out of the way and dance in front of us.
It was difficult to know what I was feeling at that moment. Well, that’s a lie. I was turned on. We were dancing with our bodies pressed into each other, back to front. Any time he gyrated his hips, I could clearly feel his firm cock against the crack of my ass through my jeans and his. I wasn’t opposed to hooking up with a good-looking mate, but I’d only done it a couple of times in my life and those were schoolboy fumblings. In both cases, the guys had sucked me off and I’d fucked them. I’d reciprocated with one of them. He’d come in my mouth so quickly I didn’t feel like I’d actually done anything, so I’d spit it out, pushed him down, shoved my own hard cock into his mouth and face-fucked him.
Now I had this sexy guy who was taller than me and seemed to have the upper hand. Strangely, I wasn’t panicked, more excited. He turned me around by the waist so we were front to front, leaned forward and kissed me right there in the pub while we danced. I wasn’t expecting it to be so passionate. The guy had a bit of scuff whereas I was clean shaven, but his tongue was as long as mine and we explored each other’s mouths while we swayed side to side.
As if it was second nature, I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his longer hair. Was this what it was like when girls made out with me? His hands roamed over my back then went down to cup my ass. Again, I felt him hook his finger under my panties and pull me into him. He broke off the kiss and licked my earlobe before he asked, “How far do you go, bi-boy?”
Pulled a little off balance, my nipples were rubbing against his ribcage and I placed my hands on his back for stability. I went up on my toes to speak into his ear, another first. “I’ve, uh, I’ve never had anyone back there.” We both knew what I meant. “But I’ve been on the other end a couple of times.” His ear was large, masculine, sexy. I stuck my tongue into it to test if it would be different, and it was. He growled and pulled me away, “Baby, that’s a sure-fire way to make me lose control. I don’t think you want that yet.”
Saying that, he took one of my hands from his back and placed it on his groin. If possible, the guy was better endowed that I was. I’m not bragging, but he was probably sporting 20 centimetres… thick centimetres. I let my hand rest there for a moment to explore the contours through his jeans and see what kind of balls he had. They were ample – not exaggerated but also not a pair of acorns under that pole.
I let out an “Oof” that said everything. He threw his head back and laughed deeply, moving my hand up to his chest to dance some more. I heard one of his mates step up behind me, “Damn, this place is packed. Is there room to join you two?” Suddenly, he was pressed up against my backside, part of our dance. I had my hands on the first guy’s broad chest, he had his around my waist and the new guy, lean and angular with dirty blond hair and a goatee slid his hands around my hips.
The taller guy with the scruff asked me if that was okay and I looked over my shoulder at his friend. “Hey, mate. That’s cool. So far, anyway.” He gave me a smile that showed off a good set of pearly whites and I felt reassured. “I’m Robin,” I said to him, loud enough for both of them to hear. “Gary,” he replied. I realised that I hadn’t learned the first guy’s name and looked him in the eyes. “Steven,” he said in his bass voice and gave me another kiss.
I was so distracted I hadn’t grasped that Gary had moved his hands around to my front and carefully undid the buttons on my jeans. He pulled the flaps apart and slid his hand into my panties to wrap it around my erection, which was jutting painfully to my right side. I struggled to break off the kiss with Steven to say something, but he held me firm in his arms with his tongue in my mouth. Now, I’m no lightweight, so maybe I wasn’t fighting as hard as I imagined I was.
Once I stopped struggling and just went with it, the E preventing me from panicking at the inappropriateness of being partly exposed in a public place, Steven slid his hands down my back and slipped my jeans over my ass. Now my ass cheeks and the thong panties were fully displayed to anyone bothering to look.
We were partly in shadow, but the pub was packed and there were others less than a meter away dancing or watching the band. At this point, his other friends had to have known what was happening, and were partly shielding us from view. I looked into Steven’s dark eyes once again and my own eyes told him that I wasn’t comfortable taking this any further than it already was.
His expression softened and he smiled, “Don’t worry, baby. We’re just having a little fun with you. It won’t go further than this unless you want it to.” We continued dancing, mostly just gyrating, because my range of movement was limited with my jeans around my thighs. Steven turned me once again, so that I was face to face with Gary, who was a bit closer to my height. At least my head wasn’t craning to look up at him. We also made out a bit as we danced and I felt Steven’s hands exploring my flat abs and my pecs, occasionally tweaking or stroking a nipple, which never failed to elicit a soft moan from my lips.
Gary had his hands on my ass cheeks the whole time, supporting me. Every so often, I’d feel a finger glide along my ass crack, past my opening, but never lingering or threatening to enter me. My cock was leaking pre-cum in my panties, which were stretched obscenely forward into the warm air of the pub.
Just then, we heard the band wrap up and announce another break. I panicked for a moment, but Steven and Gary both had my tank top down and jeans back over my waist and buttoned up in a split-second. Unfortunately, it meant that my hard cock was pulled painfully to the side, but at least nothing was exposed. I figured they were about to suggest that we leave, but I was going to beg off. As horny as I was, I wasn’t up for tackling two guys who both might actually want to fuck me my first time. Instead, Steven said, “C’mon, let’s hit the lavs before the line gets too long,” and guided us through the crowd to the back corner and through the door.
Check out Chapter 2 for the real action. :-)
