My recent Frolicon experience led me to write a new short-story about public sex. Here’s a bit of it:

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t let people see me naked in public — or even partially naked, come to think of it. But when you’re at a kink-and-sex convention, it’s understandable that your boundaries might end up lower than usual.

After I beat Suzy’s ass, thighs, and shoulders, I thought we would go back to our room to continue the fun. But instead she pushed me into a chair, lifted my kilt, and grabbed my half-hard cock. Despite how much I loved Suzy, I still couldn’t trust myself in this situation. I felt a deep sense of inadequacy. What if everyone looked at me? What if my cock didn’t stand up to others I’d seen over the past couple of days? What if, what if, what if?

What if Suzy took my mind off it by producing a condom from who-knows-where and rolling it onto me before enthusiastically sucking me off?

Most of the time, when I was in Suzy’s mouth, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. But in the public dungeon at the convention barriers were required for sexual contact, and the condom dulled the sensation enough that I could focus on what was happening around me.

I was pretty sure most people were staring at Suzy, not me. For starters, she was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties that hid almost none of the marks and bruises I’d left on her ass over the course of the past half-hour or so. The ones on her shoulders were equally visible. When we played in private, she would get completely naked, but, just like me, in public she had hang-ups about parts of her body.

Hers, at least, I understood; she was a trans woman, and while I’d assured her that everything she had looked and felt amazing, Suzy still worried — more than a little bit — that someone might say something. But here at the convention there was a fairly sizeable contingent of trans folks of all types, and a non-zero number of them walked the convention floor at least half-naked. I’d seen people who’d had surgeries, who’d undergone hormone treatments only, who simply dressed and lived as the opposite sex but didn’t make changes to their bodies.

Suzy had nothing to fear. Not from me, and not from anyone else. But I wasn’t going to force her into something that would make her uncomfortable, and that meant wearing her panties in the dungeon space.

Even as I let my mind wander, Suzy’s soft hands caressing my thighs, I saw plenty of other activity going on that had to be more interesting than me getting a blowjob. Just within twenty-five feet of us, people were being beaten — men and women both. Beyond that, a woman was on her elbows and knees, crimson ass in the air, being finger-fucked until she was screaming for mercy — mercy that she wasn’t given. And in one corner, a woman I knew slightly was in a sex swing, naked and reveling in the hard fuck she was getting from… well, it didn’t really matter who it was from; it was consensual, and both people were enjoying it, so why even wonder? The dark skin of the guy’s ass flexed and shifted as he pounded into her, her cries of joy almost louder than the thumping beat of the music in the dungeon.

And here I was, obsessing over my cock.

Screw that.

I put my hand on top of Suzy’s head, her curly, dyed-blond hair in between my fingers, and I pushed down. I didn’t hear her gag, but I felt it in the way her body tensed and tightened. I knew exactly how long she could take this, and I let her up at the last second. She reared back, taking a huge gasp of air, a line of drool connecting my head to her lower lip for a moment before it snapped.

Suzy looked up at me, hazel eyes glistening with tears.

“Good girl.”

She smiled, cheeks pink, bottom teeth crooked — which only made her more adorable. Her hand wrapped around my wet, condom-covered shaft. “I wish this wasn’t here.”

“Me too, baby.” I didn’t think I’d be able to come from oral with the condom on. “But we have to follow the rules.”

“I know.” She pouted, but only for a moment. “Can I fuck you?”

This is just the first draft — I haven’t had a sensitivity read yet. But I’m working on improving representation in my stories, including representation of trans individuals. I’ve started with trans women because those are the folks I’ve had the most experience with — I have a friend who I used to play with who is a trans woman, and she is always excited to read my stuff and help me make it more accurate and respectful.

I personally have never gotten a blowjob in public. I kind of wonder what it’s like.