All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on......

 

 

Chapter 1

 

My mobile phone bleeped loudly interrupting my day dreams. Automatically I reached into my rucksack to see who had text me. I sighed when I saw that it was Alex, to remind me not to be late again for my shift. Don't get me wrong I am never intentionally late for anything but distractions always seem to present themselves at the last minute. I try hard to remain focussed but sometimes they are so hard to resist, especially when the distractions come in the shape of men.

 

"Who was that?" asked a drowsy voice.

 

"Just Alex" I replied rolling over to face the supine figure of my boyfriend, Morten.

 

With his eyes shut tight against the glaring mid-afternoon sun, he absent-mindedly stroked his bare chest and stomach before moving down to fondle his ample package. My eyes followed his every move drinking in the sight of his tanned naked body. I felt myself becoming aroused and my free hand strayed down towards my own cock, until that is I heard footsteps approaching across the pebble beach.

 

"What did he want?" he asked in a slightly disapproving tone.

 

"Reminding me not to be late for work, that's all" I replied rolling over onto my stomach to hide my erection.

 

"He fusses too much over you, but he does have a point."

 

"Don't be like that; he's a good mate and always looking out for me."

 

"Mmm" was all he said as he too rolled over revealing his pert bum to the world.

 

The footsteps I had heard approaching turned out to belong to a group of teenagers, fully clothed despite the fact that they were on Brighton's famous (or should that be notorious) nudist beach and the day was hot. For several minutes they wandered around making lewd comments about the naked sunbathers, men and women alike. Morten muttered under his breath about them being from Whitehawk and needing to grow up. I nodded sagely in agreement wishing that they would move on, which they did once they realised they weren't getting a reaction from their targets.

 

Still they did look cute in a chavvy sort of way and I pointed this out which brought a chuckle in response and a comment about me being partial to a bit of rough. He knows me so well. Unable to resist any longer I shuffled sideways until our bodies touched, planted a kiss on his shoulder savouring the salty taste of his sun soaked skin. He raised an eyebrow, grinned mischievously and clambered on top covering my body with his.

 

"God, I wanna fuck you right now" he whispered into my ear.

 

"Bastard!" I giggled trying to throw him off me before we attracted unwanted attention.

 

Morten pressed his hips into my bum, just hard enough to tease before rolling off and sitting upright on his beach towel. I looked over my shoulder and watched him gazing thoughtfully out to sea. I wondered what he was thinking, sometimes he could be so hard to read. A seagull cried out loudly as it flew low over us making me jump and breaking Martens' train of thought. I glanced down at my watch and was dismayed to see that it was already four o'clock. Only an hour to go before the beginning of another gruelling shift at the 'The Golden Ring' pub. I would be working there until the early hours of the morning.

 

"Do you fancy a burger before you start work?" Morten asked as he reached for his clothes "My treat."

 

"Why kind Sir, you sure know how to treat a lady" I replied in a falsetto voice before receiving a playful slap on my behind.

 

"You're no lady that's for certain and I've got the photos to prove it!"

 

I bit my tongue determined not to be drawn on that subject, not when there were so many people around us. I wasn't going to give Morten an excuse to announce my exhibitionist trait to the world! In a place like Brighton you simply don't know who knows who. Grinning at my discomfort he watched me finish dressing before taking my hand he led me off the beach and in the direction of Burger King.

 

Over a Whopper meal I asked what he had planned for us over the coming weekend only to be told that he was visiting his parents in Croydon on Saturday and off to see his sister in Basingstoke on Sunday. The fact that I was being left alone was made doubly worse because I never got to see much of him during the week due to the long hours he worked at the Art College. I cherished the time we spent together, especially Sundays, when we stayed in bed until mid-day before heading into the lanes for lunch and generally mooch around. My face must have reflected my disappointment because he reached across the food strewn table, held my hand and looked me in the eye before telling me how much he would miss me. I smiled back and ate the rest of my meal all too aware of the passing time.

 

I dragged my feet as we walked hand in hand up St. James Street insisting on looking in the charity shops, anything to prolong the time we had together. On the pub's doorstep he gave me a lingering, cock twitching kiss and then he was gone with a promise to call me on Sunday.

 

Chapter 2

 

Friday evenings were normally slow to start off with just a couple of pensioners propping up the bar while making their pints last as long as possible. Dean, the landlord, always moaned that they didn't drink quickly enough and created the wrong impression for passing trade. He had a point I suppose but personally I think they're great and we often had a chat while I cleared up empty glasses and wiped down the bar. I loved to hear about the bad old days, when being gay was illegal and what they had got up to in secret when they were young. So what if they flirted with me and pinched my bum when they thought the coast was clear, they meant no harm and I enjoyed the attention they gave me.

 

Then by about seven o'clock the first of the regulars would start arriving followed by the party goers around nine. By ten o'clock the ground floor would normally be heaving and the first floor filling up rapidly. But tonight though was different for there were only a couple of regulars and that was about it, even the old timers had gone home.

 

Alex and I busied ourselves at first but there's only so much that could be done so we ended up the other side of the bar and caught up on gossip in the Argus newspaper. There on the second page we found the possible source of our lack of customers, a new club 'Sinners' opened its doors tonight offering free entrance and cheap drinks. Alex groaned aloud as he read the article and told me that Dean would not be happy as it would reduce our already meagre profits. Gay businesses had suffered along with everyone else during this recession and the last thing we needed was another competitor.

 

Having spoken of the devil, he appeared five minutes later looking as smart as ever. If I wasn't already with Morten and Alex hadn't got in there first, I would have made a serious play for him. He's right up my street, an ex-copper with all the demeanour and arrogance of a serving officer, blonde with icy blue eyes and an impressive pair of guns. Standing at over six foot tall few sane or sober people argued with him, word had got round quickly that he was handy with his fists.

 

He scowled as he looked around the virtually empty room and us on the wrong side of the bar but said nothing until he had poured himself a drink and joined us.

 

"Quiet in here tonight" he said stating the obvious.

 

We looked at him warily not quite sure how to respond. I made to stand up but he placed a hand on my shoulder and told me to relax, he'd deal with what little custom there was. Sometime later and in a less than subtle move he sent me off to buy fish and chips for everyone left in the pub. I glanced through the pub window as I headed off, already Dean and Alex were deep in conversation, I wondered what they were talking about that needed me out of the way.

 

I didn't find out until much later that night, once the pub had closed and we'd tidied up. Over a cup of coffee Dean told me that the pub's income had been falling steadily over the last six months and that with Sinners opening our future looked even bleaker. In his accountant's opinion we had to turn things around quickly otherwise we'd be out of business within a few months. I had been expecting to hear that I was out of a job there and then, so this final statement brought a little relief to me. He went on to say that he had a couple of ideas but needed more which was why I was being included in on this conversation. Alex had apparently been singing my praises saying that I was good at thinking outside of the box and was certain I would have plenty of ideas. No pressure then!

 

I walked home deep in thought. How was I going to find a solution for us when I was no good at maths or business matters? My strengths lay in dealing with people and knowing how to please them, which is why even if I do admit it myself, I make a damn good barman. Tired and despairing that nothing was springing to mind I climbed into my empty bed wishing that Morten was here.

 

Chapter 3

 

I woke the following morning feeling more optimistic. I felt that I my life was at a turning point, all I had to do was solve the problem presented to me last night. Sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in one hand and a piece of toast in the other I read through the gay guide to Brighton. I was looking for a clue. What had Dean and Alex missed in their business plans?

 

On my second mug of coffee the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, excited like a blood hound discovering a scent, I re-scanned the business listings animatedly. The Golden Ring's advert was lost amongst the others, even I was lucky to have found it. That would need to be changed along with the fact there were loads of similar pubs with nothing to distinguish them from one another. I felt we needed to diversify and offer more to our customers to regain their loyalty and much needed cash. What could we do to make ourselves stand out? What could we offer locals and visiting tourists that the others didn't?

 

Taking a step back, figuratively speaking, I looked for any gaps in the market that hadn't already been covered. At first nothing sprung to mind but slowly the fog lifted and there stood the solution crystal clear. We should split the business into two, one part remaining as the traditional pub venue, with other part offering themed evenings run on nights not available elsewhere.

 

Genius! I thought to myself, now what sort of themes to offer and where? The where bit was simple, the upstairs rooms could be converted with controlled access for paying members. The theme bit took more researching as I wanted to find out what was available elsewhere in the country. After an hour of surfing the internet I had made a list of what I thought were possible themes. Pleased with myself I sent a text to Alex giving him the news before I put my list to one side and got on with household chores.

 

By lunch time I was getting a little stir crazy, there's only so much dusting and hoovering a guy can do! I hate being alone for any length of time, so keen to hear a friendly voice I called Morten on his mobile only to be put through to his voicemail. I left a rambling message declaring my love and how much I missed him before trailing off a little lamely. A little embarrassed by my neediness I decided that I should man up and leave him to contact me, after all it was him who had arranged to be away for the whole weekend.

 

With a couple of hours to kill before my shift started at the pub I showered and changed before heading off into town to have a coffee and watch the world go by (okay the guys going by if I'm being honest). One lad caught my interest, his face looked familiar and as I struggled to recall where I had seen him before he spotted me watching him. Smirking slightly he sauntered over and stood in front of me with hands buried deep in his pockets.

 

"Spare some change please?" he said furtively glancing around him.

 

The moment I heard his voice I remembered where I'd seen him before. On the beach yesterday, he was one of the chavs who'd been ogling the sunbathers!

 

"No but I'll buy you a drink and something to eat" I replied noticing the way his clothes hung on his slender frame.

 

This appeared to catch him off guard for he hesitated, glanced at me suspiciously before muttering "I suppose so."

 

"Your choice" I replied acting more coolly than I felt.