Spandex Play and Exhibitionism

Ever since I developed a spandex fetish, I’ve gotten a thrill from wearing it in public. In the beginning, it was normal things, like wearing shiny leggings for cycling or at spin class. One time, after a spin class, an older woman approached me. “Thank you for wearing those. You look great,” she said. I loved the compliment and knowing she was checking me out in class. Now I always wear spandex tights to the gym. The LA Fitness I go to has two levels. When I’m doing weight training on the bottom floor, I always wear shorts over my spandex. That’s because I’m not really doing any movement that requires spandex, and also because I know some people who go to my gym, and it’s downstairs that I’m likely to see them. But when I go upstairs to use a cardio machine, I strip off the shorts and wear shiny leggings in the open while I work up a sweat on a treadmill or elliptical machine. I get occasional looks, and it’s not always clear whether they’re approving looks, but I love the attention. Once I’m pretty sure I saw a woman taking creep shots of me. When at the gym, I check in on the Sniffies app, which is a gay cruising app. One time, someone else at the gym who was using the app approached me and asked for a blowjob. We went to his car and I sucked him off before returning to my workout. But encounters like that aren’t why I check in on Sniffies at the gym. I just want anyone who uses the app to figure out who I am, so whenever they see me there in my spandex, they know I’m a kinkster and a cocksucker. I want that reputation, but only among other kinksters. Lately, I’ve taken this spandex exhibitionism to another level. There are two gay bars in town, Barcodes and Hank’s, that have fenced-in patios where people engage in public sex. Since these are such sleazy places, they’re perfect for my exhibitionism. (Side note: I wish there were also places like this where I can play with women, but women are much more discerning in who they have sex with). The first time I went to Hank’s, I wore skintight leather-look pants and sucked off two guys, both complete strangers. Both of them came on my face, though some cum dripped onto my pants as well. I loved walking around the bar afterwards still covered in cum, with everyone in the bar knowing not only that I’m a cocksucker, but a cumslut too. But it’s the leering looks I love most of all. The guys there stare at my tight pants as I walk by. I can see them study the outline of my cock and crane their necks to watch my ass. One time, a guy kept following me around. When I walked into the bathroom and bent over the sink to wash my face, he barged in and jacked off while staring at my ass. I’ve made a couple of friends who are regulars at Hank’s or Barcodes and I like to meet them and suck them off while people watch. I always love their reaction when they see what I’m wearing. That smile, the leering look, the hands groping my body. One time, I wore a pair of skintight, brown faux-leather pants to Hank’s and went on the patio to see if anyone was playing. Without warning, a pair of hands were groping my ass, feeling every curve accentuated by my spandex pants. Yes, this groping without consent is technically a crime, but I loved it. Is that problematic? Maybe. But I love it when strangers get handsy. He treated me like a piece of meat that was there for his pleasure. He saw a nice ass and wanted to touch it, so he did. It was hot. The first few times I wore spandex to one of the gay bars, it was always a pair of leather-look spandex pants. The fact that they have pockets and a zipper make them more like regular pants, so they’re like a gateway drug. But then I had to go to the next level and wear regular leggings. I met a Facebook friend at Hank’s, Jeff, who has a turtleneck fetish, so he gave me a dickie to to wear under my shirt. For pants, I wore black silky leggings that are the shiniest and softest pair of spandex I own. I loved the approving looks from my friend and others when they saw me wearing such bold spandex at the bar. It’s certainly not what they’re used to seeing. Jeff and I made out on the patio and I sucked him until he came in my mouth. But then he decided to return the favor. He rubbed my rock-hard cock through the leggings and then pulled the tights down and sucked me. Two guys gathered around and watched. It was the first time I had my dick sucked in public and I loved how slutty and vulnerable it felt to have strangers looking at my cock in another man’s mouth. Chris and I have been Facebook friends since we met at his spandex party. We recently met at Barcodes, both of us wearing leggings. After catching up at the bar, we went to the patio and grinded our spandex bodies together. Then I lay on the picnic table and he stroked my spandex bulge until I orgasmed. I then had to do the walk of shame past several people on my way to the bathroom to rinse the obvious cum stains out of my tights. Sometimes I go to Barcodes with no intention of sucking cock, just because I want to wear spandex in public in front of approving gay men. I’ll slip on something tight and shiny and have a drink at the bar. Then I’ll walk around the patio, paying attention to the eyes that follow me, smiling whenever anyone stares for long. Sometimes I’ll sit at a picnic table or bench and wait to see if anyone approaches. If someone comes up and whips his dick out, I’ll suck it. If not, I’ll let people enjoy the eye candy. Either way, I’m enjoying myself. Maybe I’m a tease. Sometimes the people at these bars are pretty shy. They’ll stare at me but won’t approach. There’s one guy who I’ve seen several times. He always takes his dick out of his pants and jacks off while watching me, but he never approaches or says anything. I think watching is his kink, so I let him watch. Other guys are bolder. One time, I met a Twitter follower, Oscar, at Barcodes. I knew his favorite outfits from our interactions on Twitter, so I wore a pair of sleek, shiny gray leggings. He got so excited whenever he rubbed my body, I thought he might cum just from fondling me. We stood face to face and he asked if he could kiss me. I said yes, so we kissed while I stroked his cock. But then a third guy got involved without invitation. The stranger came up behind me and pulled my leggings far enough down to slip his finger into my ass. At first, I thought it was Oscar, but when I opened my eyes, I saw we had company. It was so hot that he felt he could use my body like that without permission. I was getting horny and then he slid a second finger inside me. It hurt, but there was as much pleasure as pain. But then I started to worry. I’m all for getting my ass fingered if I’ve prepped for it, but there was no preparation for this. He was fingering my ass, without any lube, and without prior cleansing. I was suddenly repulsed and worried about a mess, so I told him to stop. The stranger went away angrily, as if I had ruined his moment. Maybe I should start douching before going to these bars, just in case something like that happens. Another time, I met a Facebook friend, Humberto, at Barcodes. We’ve played a few times. I love meeting up with him, because he has a nice cock and he loves covering me with cum. I wore shiny leggings, and he kissed and groped me on the back patio. He pulled off my shirt and had me get on my knees and suck him. I could tell he was close to cumming, but he made me stop and stand up. “Turn around,” he said. I turned my back to him and he grinded his rock-hard cock against my spandex ass. It felt great on my ass, and probably even better on his dick. Then he pulled my leggings down to my knees. The men watching now saw me naked, another first for me. Humberto slid his shaft up and down my cheeks, then spread my cheeks and grinded his cock head against my hole. He spit on his cock and then massaged my hole with it. “I’ve been craving your ass since the first time I saw you,” he said. He then held me close to him and started thrusting his cock head against my ass. I had been dry humped like that before, but never while nude. I wondered how far he intended to take it. “Want to get fucked?” he asked. I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know the answer. I’ve never had my ass fucked, and I certainly didn’t want to do it without lube, without douching, and without a condom. Those are three huge red flags for me. But I was also horny as hell, feeling his cock press against my ass, starting to fantasize about getting fucked right then and there, getting fucked for the first time while a group of strangers watched. One of the guys watching from a distance had a huge smile on his face. From that distance, did he think I was getting fucked? Could he tell my friend’s cock was only being pressed against my ass, or did he think I was getting plowed? Honestly, I hoped it was the latter. “Bend over,” Humberto said. We stood in the middle of the field with nothing to grab onto, but I bent over and stuck my ass out as much as I could. He was really going to fuck me, wasn’t he? I felt his cock head press against my hole with more force. It hurt, but I knew that feeling. From having a dildo used on my ass, I knew that mild pain as the dildo starts to loosen my hole, followed by the pleasure of it sliding inside. He was loosening me up for the next part. Was he just going to give me the tip? Or did he intend to fuck me right there, red flags be damned? I wanted him to stop, and I wanted him to keep going. Did the guys watching know what was going on? A bit more pain, a bit more loosening, I can feel something. Maybe the tip? It was now or never. I was getting fucked unless I said no. So I did. I apologized, but said I didn’t want to do it without protection, lube, and prep. My friend understood. I pulled my leggings back on was told to get on my knees. But then I had to apologize again. “Your dick was just in… you know. I don’t want to suck it after that,” I said. “Unless you wash it first.” Instead, he had me jerk him off until he came on my face. One of the guys who was watching added a second load. I’ve been to Hank’s and Barcodes enough times that there are some people who know me as the guy who wears spandex there. Most people don’t talk to me, but that’s okay. What I want is their stares. I want them to jack off while watching me play and to leer at me with looks that say they want to fuck me. Just like at the gym, whether they will fuck me or not is beside the point. I just want their desire.