Yes by a drag queen whilst doing an amateur strip competition in a gay bar! But I loved the humiliation and embarrassment- over 100 guys being made to see how small I am.
View attachment 90342211
View attachment 90342321
View attachment 90342441
One Sunday afternoon I went to a leather bar with two gay friends from the gym. This heavy-set, grizzled "old queen" in a muumuu was putting on quite a show, lasciviously vamping all the cute guys, dropping campy and lewd
bon mots gauche et droite. His routine was filled with sexual innuendo and ribald references. As a young, tall, good-looking STRAIGHT guy with a well-developed physique, hairy chest and muscular legs, scantily clad in short, loose sweatpants, it wasn't long before I drew his full, beady-eyed attention.
He oozed over, "flirtatiously" running his fingers through my chest hair, oohing and aahing over my pecs and biceps, and soon had me blushing a scarlet red, which obviously delighted him no end. He'd found his mark. At last, following my treasure trail to it's end, he reached his pudgy and surprisingly large hands into my loose-fitting sweats, the ultimate goal now firmly within his grasp. I was going commando that day. My big balls immediately drew his attention, evoking a slew of appreciative comments; then he finally discovered the little nub nearly buried in my pubic hair. . . Almost kicking his heels in the air, he ostentatiously turned to the crowd in glee, making exaggerated expressions of surprise and
faux dismay, in his his loud, braying nasal voice, he breathlessly announced, "Oh, MY DEAR. . .
Tsk tsk!. . . I had more when I was five-years old!" accompanied by the universally recognized small dick pinky wiggle. The bar broke into hysterics.
I was thoroughly humiliated and embarrassed, but curiously these feelings were soon overlaid by quite a different reaction. He couldn't have failed to notice the almost instant stirrings of my four-inch erection within his probing fingers, but, for some unknown reason, quite out of character for him, he mercifully spared me a public announcement.
Strangely, this revelation didn't seem to lessen my appeal any; I got hit on left and right that afternoon. Like cat nip. I felt guilty; such a waste -- all that attention and me straight!
I don't carry any ill will about his vamping me -- I was obviously a target too good to be ignored -- but I did feel his last remarks were unnecessarily cruel.