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 My friend Zac and I have some interesting tastes and often discuss our
plans, projects and games.  We do whatever is necessary when we are horny
and need a good cum.  I have a fondness for a 50cm tall traffic cone I keep
for special occasions.  I mentioned this to Zac during one of our on-line
discussions the other day.  I told Zac about my pleasure when I play with
my cone.  He suggested that he would love to watch a performance some time.
I was all for it.  I love my cone but most of all I love an audience no
matter what I do.  We agreed on an evening at the end of the week and that
I should drop by at the bar he runs.  I was to arrive late so that I could
give him the show after hours.

   Thursday afternoon I spoke to Zac again and said I was still OK for
tonight if that was good for him.  He was really enthusiastic.  "..and Jim"
he said "I was talking about it with a friend earlier and he said he would
love to see this if that is OK with you?"

   "You bet" I said "give me an audience and I am well away." I suggested
that I would be with him just before closing time so I could have a beer
and meet his friend.

   Zac was calling last orders as I walked in and by the time I got to the
bar I had a pint waiting for me.  We said the usual hellos and cut the
small-talk to a minimum as Zac had a bar to empty.  As I waited a few
people drifted out.  When Zac passed me collecting glasses he said "I was
sure it would be OK with you if a couple of other guys stayed to watch".

   "Yeah, sure.  The more the merrier I guess".  My bravado was not matched
by the butterfly's in my stomach.  I was excited by having a couple of guys
watch but 4 or 5 might be a bit much.  "How many" I asked.

   "Ten last count" he spoke over his shoulder as he went to the far side
of the bar.  "You will love it".

   There was no more chance to talk as he ushered people out, collected
glasses, set the glasswasher going and sent his staff off home.  I looked
around the bar.  The atmosphere was tense and there were 12 sets of eyes
watching me.  My dick became painfully engorged trappped in an awkward
position in my jeans.  Zac raised his eyebrows in an 'OK, you ready?' kind
of way and I drained my glass and nodded.

   I got up and walked to the curtained area at the far end of the bar. 
Behind the curtain was a small stage where the occasional Karaoke is
hosted. Zac pulled the curtain back and I climbed up dropping my big bag on
the middle of the stage.  Zac started some music and as he fumbled with the
volume of some foul-mouthed R&B track I loosened the draw-string at the top
of my pack.  I waited 2 more bars with my back to the audience.  I walked
round the bag and, bending at the knees, crouched down and slowly peeled
the bag from around the cone.  I licked and kissed that sweet tip running
my tongue around the dry plastic.  I pushed my mouth over the top and
opened my jaw as wide as I could go.  A couple of inches went into my mouth
until I couldn't stretch my jaw any wider.

   I stood slowly trying to be cool and look professional.  Zac had dimmed
the bar lights and put a spot onto the stage hiding the audience from me.
This was good.  I knew they were there, I could hear them, the odd cough,
chink of glasses, a scraped chair and some occasional low murmurs.  I was
able to concentrate on giving them a really good show.  I dropped my jacket
quite quickly and kicked it to one side well out of the way.  I rubbed my
chest and tweaked my nipples.  They were hard points in the front of my
T-shirt.  I turned and bent at the waist.  While this gave the audience a
great view of my bum pressed hard into the jeans I was able to loosen my
shoes so that they would easily kick off.

   I stepped out of my shoes as I walked to the edge of the pool of light.
Back to centre stage and turned and bent again.  This time I smoothly
removed my socks.  As I stood and turned I lifted the hem of my T_shirt
with crossed arms and slowly lifted it up and over my head.  I tossed it
away and it vanished into the dark.  I pulled and twisted my nipples.  I
love the feel; that exquisite pain.  I pushed my hand down the front of my
trousers and gripped my dick giving it a couple of firm tugs and at the
same time relieving the strain.  I felt a wave of sheer thrill ripple
through my body.

   I flipped open the waist-band of my jeans and pushed down the zip.  I
turned and pushed my jeans down over my hips and then let then fall in a
heap on the floor.  I stepped out of them, kicked them into the dark.  I
slowly turned pushing both hands into my shorts squeezing my dick and balls
and making myself shudder with the thrill.  The coughing grew louder and I
could hear it from several different parts of the darkened room.

   I held my cock and balls in one hand.  The sack of balls and my engorged
dick overflowing and pouring out of my fist.  I used the other hand to push
my shorts down to a point where they would naturally drop onto the floor. I
kicked them into the dark.

   With one hand I palpated my balls; with the other I slowly slid the
sheath back and forth over the head of my straining cock.  I gave the
audience a couple of minutes of this part of the show before I turned again
and bent over.  All the while I played with my tackle.  When I was bent
double I let go and gripped an arse cheek with each hand and pulled them
wide apart.  With my right hand I pushed a finger to my rosebud and gently
trailed it over the crack and round the hole.  I quickly sucked my finger
and then drooled a good gob of spittle onto it.  I pushed it back to the
rosebud and then without messing about shoved it in as far as the awkward
position would allow me.  There was an expectant intake of breath from
beyond the pool of light.

   I stood and walked around the cone.  I pulled and tweaked my nipples as
I did so.  The bag was in the centre of the light pool.  Once more I
crouched.  I played with my dick for a few seconds then lifted the cone out
of the bag and onto the floor, took out a bottle of lube and then pushed
the bag out of the way.  I licked and kissed the cone tip.  I sucked it
giving it the best head I could manage and then opened the lube and tipped
a large wave over the plastic.  I rubbed it in, massaging the cone making
it slick and shiny.  My hands were covered in lube so I rubbed each of them
over my arse and forced as much lube into my pulsing hole as I could.  My
hands were still slick so I pulled my cock, my hands flowing over its
surface.  The tension around my balls was growing by the second.  I stood,
took a pace forward and slowly lowered myself to the cone.  As I felt it
touch my arse cheek I was able to move slightly to line it up with my
twitching rosebud.  The cone tip edged into the hole pushing the skin
aside. At the tight sphincter I paused.  I was now almost unaware of the
audience and needed all of my concentration focused on my hole.  I kept my
weight on my legs gently opening myself up to invite the orange plastic in.
Then I was there.  The tip was through the tight ring and I could enjoy the
experience once again.  My cock had deflated and was now a long rope of
flesh.  I love the feel of it when it hangs loose and long.  I gripped it
and pulled it hard.  The blood throbbed into it and it grew stiff again as
I tried hard to control my masturbation.  I was getting close.  I
concentrated on the cone as I slowly slid down it.  My arse was aching now.
I was as wide open as I could get.  I was on the edge of pain outweighing
the pleasure so I stopped.  I lifted myself up and then sank again. 
Several times I slid up and down it all the time enjoying the ache and the
heightening excitement in my balls.

   I lifted off and stood.  On slightly shaky legs I turned and bent over
showing the viewers my wide open hole.  I stepped over the cone again and
now with my back to the audience sat down.  Leaning forward all the time I
made sure that they had a really good view as the cone slid in and out.  I
couldn't take it any more and stood up.  I twisted round as great strings
of cum shot out from the end of my cock spitting into the darkness.  I
staggered and had to drop to one knee as I let my breathing come back to
normal all the time squeezing gobs of spunk from the tiny eye.

   There were shouts and whistles from the dark.  The audience were
clapping and banging their glasses on the tables.  Zac brought the lights
back up.  There were a lot of excited peoples out there and several had
their dicks in their hands.  A couple of guys were already getting head
from their friends.  I stood, bowed and then stepped down from the stage.

   Immediately two of the guys grabbed my tender and deflated dick.  They
used it to pull me to them and both, with their other hands, reached round
and gripped the edges of my wide open hole.  I felt their fingers explore
me.  As they turned me I heard a zip and then felt a hot throbbing dick
press between my cheeks.  I bent forward putting my weight on the edge of
the stage.  I was still wide open at the entrance.  After a couple of
inches he hit tight walls.  He hammered in.  As he stopped, balls-deep, he
forced a low grunt from me.  He pulled back and then just pumped hard and
fast in and out.  It didn't take long and soon he pulled us tightly
together as his spunk pumped deep into my bowels.  He was panting heavily
as I felt him being pushed to one side.  His limp dick plopping out in a
small flow of sperm.  Another cock slammed in.  I was forced into the edge
of the stage.  Someone grabbed my chin.  I looked up as a cock was pushed
towards my mouth the guy kneeling down with his legs wide.

   Guys came in and on me for the next hour or so.  No one kept count but I
know a few had several goes at me leaving my arse red, raw and cum soaked.
My lips and face were coated in rapidly drying spunk where I had been
unable to lick it all off.  I was exhausted and aching.  While Zac emptied
the bar and cleaned the place up I concentrated on recovering.  My legs
were weak and trembling and my arse hurt making it difficult to sit.  Zac
sat next to me when he had finished.  He talked very fast, still excited by
what had happened, saying how much he had enjoyed it, how everyone had said
great things about it and how several had asked when the next show would
be. I told him that another show would be good but it would be a while
before I could even contemplate something like this again.

   Slowly and walking very carefully I collected my things, dressed, put
the cone back in the bag and walked out to my car.  I had no plans for
getting up early tomorrow.