I was sitting at the bar, not out in the open nor shoved in a corner. I was there alone and I have never felt more exposed in my life. Granted, I would've been just as uncomfortable anywhere but tonight I was wearing leather chaps, a sleeveless hoodie and my cock was caged. My balls were pressed against the bar stool, my ass was just slightly hanging off the back of the stool.
I had been divorced for a little over the year and I had had a few women in that time but I hadn't had any men since before my marriage. My former wife knew about my bisexuality and even appreciated it. She enjoyed strapon play but for the most part i am a top with women and a total bottom with men. I hadn't tasted cum or felt the warmth of a real cock in almost a decade.
I had found out about a local, adult only, leather night at a local gay bar and decided to go. Even with my slight social anxiety I hadn't been anymore uncomfortable that i would've been anywhere. which was surprising and here I was alone being chatted up by... bottoms. I'm 40 6'2 200 pounds of blue collar muscle, full beard and this was usually the case even online. I didn't like the completely anonymous nature of online hookups and no one seemed to read the profile anyway. So local leather night here I come. I had never this naked in public and certainly no one had ever seen me in a cage before. the cage was new since my divorce.
While yes I had been kind of a bottom slut in my youth, i was no where near being an actual sissy and I certainly am not into CBT. Out of curiosity, though, I had 3D printed a cage and found that I simply just loved the feeling. It felt like a big hand holding my cock and balls firmly. Made my balls sensitive and kept my hands from helping along when i was playing with dildos and plugs. I had finally been able to enjoy my ass in a way i hadn't been able to and I really wanted to get fucked while caged. I wanted to worship and enjoy and big hard cock without having to worry about my cock. Too many times had I met up with a random guy in my younger days only for him to want to suck me off and get fucked, even though his profile and bio said total top.
After the bottoms seemed to clear out, or finally get the hint, I was left alone at the bar; starting to get self conscious. A few guys had grabbed my ass when they passed but no one stopped to talk. I didn't know what I should do. There were so many hung cock walking around that night, my balls were tight and aching and I could feel the pool of precum forming around them on the leather of the barstool. I was so horny, i wanted tog et up and go suck the nearest big cock but I hadn't seen any overtly sexual activity in the bar all night. So I wasn't entirely sure I wouldn't get kicked out if I was the one who started it. I was just about to ask for the bar tab.
"Now don't go rushing into anything." I heard from beside me, startled out of my stupor. I felt and hand on my knee.
I chuckled and said something like, "Oh not me." As I turned to look at the man beside me. He was older, muscular with salt and pepper hair. He was wearing leather chaps and a shoulder holster style bag, from which he produced a cigar. His thick cock hung between his legs as he sat facing away from the bar.
He nipped the tip of his cigar and lit it with a match. The smell of the smoke mixed with the smell of his leather and I could feel the pool of precum between my legs. He chuckled and when he replaced his hand on my leg it was on bare skin now, just above the leather of my chaps. I must've groaned a little because he chuckled and patted my leg.
"No, I'm not going to let you suck my cock," he said. I chuckled and said, "No worries, just glad for some company who's not trying to suck mine."
"I can see that, that's good looking cock you've got caged up. I'm Alex."
"Chris, and thanks. It's kinda new for me."
He puffed on his cigar looking out at the crowd. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. What's your deal?"
