Somehow, I ended up at a birthday celebration with my cousin, Susan, who had actually been invited. Her "boyfriend" couldn't attend, so she asked me to be her companion for the night. It was a casual event but classy. A band played soft jazz and some people danced around while the bulk of the celebrants mingled around the pool area.
There was soft lighting throughout the yard and drinks were flowing. Apparently, they had a formal dinner previous to our arrival, but there was still plenty of food around should anyone want it.
I was at the wet bar, requesting a beer, and entered a conversation with another party goer and the bartender. We eventually inquired about each other's ages—they were both fifty-three compared to my thirty.
They laughed and said.
"We thought you were only twenty-one...if that!"
"Thank you for the compliment."
I learned the bartender was actually the host of the party, but he was giving the real bartender a break.
"I think that's very cool!"
The night went on and so did my drinking. I began to notice, but not soon enough, the thinning of the herd as fewer and fewer people were around. Then the guy who was hosting came up to me and asked.
"How'd you come to be here?"
I explained.
"I'm attending with my cousin."
"Do you mean, Susan?"
"Yes."
"She...well...wait. What's your name?"
"Chris, and yours?"
"Sam. Well, Chris, your cousin left about an hour ago...with another guy."
"That's just great!"
Sam reacted with a little concern and asked.
"Where do you live?"
"About a two hour drive from here."
"Let's get another round. I don't think you're going anywhere tonight."
We sat down and discussed the matter as people left and the band packed up.
Sam stated.
"I respect Susan and enjoyed our conversation at the bar, earlier. If you'd like to stay the night, I'll arrange a ride home for you tomorrow, free of charge, as opposed to Uber or such."
"So, what's next? For instance, where would I sleep?"
Sam pointed and said.
"There's a clean and comfy guest room with access to the kitchen and the patio. Also, the pool is yours to use, if you wish—just don't drown."
"Thank you, Sam."
Before he turned in, he said.
"Since you won't be driving, drink all of the beer you want."
***
I didn't know what time it was, but later that night, I woke up outside and very thirsty, most likely due to alcohol dehydration, wearing only my underwear. I didn't remember taking my clothes off nor could I immediately find them.
That wasn't unusual for me on nights of drinking, but I was at a stranger's home, so where the hell were my clothes?
All I had to wear was a Zebra-striped, cropped tee and matching string bikini underwear. It was very early in the morning and I was as thirsty as hell, so I got up and walked inside to the kitchen for some water.
I found the sink in the dimly lit kitchen and then a glass. While drinking my second glass of water, the kitchen lights came on and there stood Sam in his robe and pajamas.
I apologized.
"I'm sorry for making noise and I'm a little embarrassed about running around in my underwear, but I can't find my pants."
Sam informed me.
"I found you passed out, outside, with beer spilled all over your pants, so I took them and your shirt off, put them into the washer, and since it's a nice night, just left you outside. Do you want a beer?"
"Sure, but do you have a spare robe?"
"Why?"
"I just figured you'd be uncomfortable with me only wearing my skimpy undies."
He laughed and said.
"Dude! I was the one who removed your clothes to begin with."
He assured me.
"No matter. Nobody is around anyhow, so I don't care, if you don't."
So, we grabbed a couple of beers and went outside.
Sam reminded me.
"Do you remember how I originally thought you were twenty-one? Well, I still think so."
"Why do you still think so?"
"Because only a younger guy can pull off looking good in your outfit."
"If you're talking about my clothes that are in the laundry, they're nothing special but thanks."
"No, not that. It's your matching Zebra-print bikini and cropped tee."
He went on to say.
"Your outfit looks hot, kind of feminine, and you have a great body to wear it. You still have a twink build."
I was somewhat apprehensive but asked.
"Why do you think my underwear is an outfit?"
"Chris, no guy wears matching bottom and top underwear, on purpose, and doesn't want to be seen. It's put together like a girl would. It's obvious to even the casual observer, like me, you like to be seen."
I couldn't believe my ears...he pegged me!
I confided in him.
"Actually, I do prefer wearing skimpy underwear as much as possible, being an exhibitionist, and enjoying the moment."
"No big deal! Why don't you go and grab a couple of more beers?"
I hesitated to stand until Sam said.
"Don't worry about it. I know you have an erection and it'll be very obvious in your bikini. I also know you want to be seen."
Sam added.
"Relax. All is good. You said you're an exhibitionist, right? Well, I want to see!"
So I got up and, while passing him on my way toward the house, he reached out and pinched my butt cheek.
I returned with the beer and Sam said.
"Since your hard, trapped cock must be uncomfortable, you can remove your bikini if you want to."
He had a point, so I took them off.
"There you go! I'll bet that feels better! You're a real exhibitionist now!"
He continued.
"Chris, do you want me to join in?"
"What do you mean?"
Without answering, he stripped completely naked!
***
Sam has a very nice body for a fifty-three-year-old male and his eight inch penis is sweet—mine is only five inches.
***
"You should remove your tee so I can wash your Zebra underwear set as well."
As I did, an older guy came outside to collect my underwear and Sam's robe and pajamas before retreating back inside.
