By Nitro
Note: This is the latest chapter in a long running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.
The six of us are sitting around the table in the restaurant lavishing in the delicious steak dinner we had. We have all been telling stories and catching up and have all laughed so hard that we hurt. SIR was sharing with his friends stories of the bondage equipment we have built at home, and telling tales of how we have used it for hours on end. Each of the guys all agreed that we need to set up a weekend for everyone to visit and not take so long between catchups. Its been really great being one of the guys and joining in on the conversations this time. The whole day I’ve not exactly been in a position to chime into the banter.
SIR would occasionally reach under the table and graze his hand over my crotch sending a jolt thru me as my dick shifted in the hidden rubber shorts under my street clothes. There is always just something so sexy about wearing stealth gear out in public. What would the other tables think if they knew that the guys at our table were in varying stages of rubber and fetish gear under their normal looking attire? I’m sure that someone walking by has got to be confused at the sudden smell of rubber in the air!
“So boy – you’ve wanted to spend a day as a rubber urinal for a long time. How was it?” SIR said looking at me.
