Men: Have you ever identified a sub in public and sought to seduce him? (Or been the seducee)

I was in my late twenties and was at an hotel lounge close to the air port in Indianapolis where I was staying for two nights for a work conference. I was having a drink and sitting alone as an older man, fifty something sat down and we started chatting a bit. I had sex with a few men in my late teens but was married and only into women at this time, or so I thought anyway. I don't know how he knew but after two or three drinks he just leaned in close to me, put his hand on my thigh and said into my ear. He told me to follow him to his room, he knew what I wanted. I don't know how, but I ended up doing things at his direction that I would never have thought I would do. I did them all and loved hm for it.
 
Was identified exactly one time, in my 20s.
More detail. I was in my mid 20s, walking between bars having lost track of my friends but wasn't done drinking. An older guy, maybe 40-ish, picked me up. He flagged me pretty quickly as a cocksucker, which was fun. I wish he'd flagged me as a bottom cumslut whore and invited his friends over.
 
I have never been identified, or approached at least. I'm not sure how I feel about that. ;-) Then again, I had a girlfriend tell me I was horrible at identifying when women were flirting with me, so who knows, it may have happened and I didn't pick up on it.

I can imagine a few situations where it might lead to something, but it would have to be a process. Anyone who got too forward too fast would scare me off I think.

After reading this thread I'm imagining different scenerios that could work.
 
I have never been identified, or approached at least. I'm not sure how I feel about that. ;-) Then again, I had a girlfriend tell me I was horrible at identifying when women were flirting with me, so who knows, it may have happened and I didn't pick up on it.

I can imagine a few situations where it might lead to something, but it would have to be a process. Anyone who got too forward too fast would scare me off I think.

After reading this thread I'm imagining different scenerios that could work.
You should really just go with it.
 
Oh yes, dominant men have seen the sub inside and made their move. Once the cocks come out there is no turning back.

One notable experience was with a man I new socially. We had hung out a few times, sometimes alone and sometimes with others. One day I went out to a job site with him (he does contractual stuff that allows access to areas the public normally can't go) and after which we stopped off at a beach before going home. It turned out to be a nude beach. He got naked, convinced me to get naked, and it wasn't long until I was on my knees worshiping his rock hard cock. I've been his cock slut many times since.
 
I was seduced and trained to be a fem bottom when I was in my 20s. Became friends with a 50s coworker. Started as a friendship and evolved to a an ongoing affair with me serving his needs as sub fem. He trained me. He hired an Asian nail lady to shave my body, dress me and apply makeup to be fem for him. . Our relationship lasted for a couple years before I moved for work. It shaped me to be a life long fem bottom.

I am bi married and tried to be straight but the desire to be submissive continues to take me back to serve dominate men.
 
A good friend was my seducer and first but here may have been other guys interested but I never pick up on it. I didn't realize he was first interested in me a long time ago and it wasn't until a reunion when the topic came up. Severals months later I was nearby and during a round of golf we got to talking, later that day he acted on his desire and my submission, hmm willingness to be fucked.
 
Besides my co-worker the only other time was a guy that I met at a bar that I frequented. We became friends and made an overnight trip to watch a Braves game. Shared a hotel room. After a few drinks I end up in his bed sucking and riding his hard cock for the rest of the night.

I was his booty call for a few years.
 
I was seduced and trained to be a fem bottom when I was in my 20s. Became friends with a 50s coworker. Started as a friendship and evolved to a an ongoing affair with me serving his needs as sub fem. He trained me. He hired an Asian nail lady to shave my body, dress me and apply makeup to be fem for him. . Our relationship lasted for a couple years before I moved for work. It shaped me to be a life long fem bottom.

I am bi married and tried to be straight but the desire to be submissive continues to take me back to serve dominate men.
Have you written your experiences/account in a story or posted? I would like to read them.
 
I'm a total femme flamer, so lot's of dominant men have identified me as a sub in public. It's pretty obvious.
I noticed someone like you when in slow moving summer traffic years ago in the city. Dressed like a whore, waiting to cross the road, in a crowd, lights changed as I came up to crossing. He'd noticed me staring and making it very obvious I was checking him out as I pulled up. He waited a second before he crossed and went all coy as he walked in front of the van. I thought it was worth a try so I lowered the passenger window to shout out to him "Oi, sexy boy, wanna lift". Catcalling, I suppose, never done anything like that before but he was very sexy. I wish I could say he accepted but at least the little tramp did stop for a second, do the look over the shoulder thing and shake his hot pants, smiling.
Made my day.
 
I noticed someone like you when in slow moving summer traffic years ago in the city. Dressed like a whore, waiting to cross the road, in a crowd, lights changed as I came up to crossing. He'd noticed me staring and making it very obvious I was checking him out as I pulled up. He waited a second before he crossed and went all coy as he walked in front of the van. I thought it was worth a try so I lowered the passenger window to shout out to him "Oi, sexy boy, wanna lift". Catcalling, I suppose, never done anything like that before but he was very sexy. I wish I could say he accepted but at least the little tramp did stop for a second, do the look over the shoulder thing and shake his hot pants, smiling.
Made my day.
I would've accepted.
 
A few months ago I stopped at a truck stop. I was wearing very short, black Adidas shorts, and a very tight, hot pink tank top. That and my bleach blonde fade, and earrings pretty much marks me as a femme faggot. I walked to the bathroom, and a black guy followed me in, and propositioned me. Of course I accepted. He took me to his truck, and roughly used me in the sleeper. That was just one time someone identified me as a submissive. Of course I was traveling, so I was cruising and trying to put off the vibe.
 
I have always been bad at identifying if I'm being hit on. Usually I realize it well after the fact and think wow I should have said this or that and maybe something would have happened. One example from about 10 years ago I was at a Costco grocery shopping a searching through a box of bananas another guy came up and started looking as well. He said "looking for just the right one. It's not the first time ." I said yep. IDIOT! I could have said i like them hard or big or long and expanded on it but no I said yep.
Recently I was running like I do to stay in shape. I passed a guy who was out walking. I said good morning beautiful day as we passed he responded looking hot. Again IDIOT! I responded it is a little hot. I could have said thank you or you are too or something else. Anyway I keep hoping I see him again.
 
There have been two occasions (I was the sub).

The first was 3am on the streets of London. I was mid 20s. An older Asian man walked past in the opposite direction. We made eye contact for a split second and that was enough. I walked on for a few seconds, then looked back. He was stood still, looking at me. I walked back to him and he just said "Come to my flat, it's 5 minutes away".

We barely spoke. We got to his place and he took me straight to the bedroom where he told me to undress, while he undressed himself. He made me kneel and suck his cock then laid me down and fucked me. 30 minutes later I was back out the door and never saw him again.

The second time I was late 30s. I'd sometimes go cottaging (hanging out in public toilets where often there's be gloryholes) and there was one quite isolated one near the beach that was usually popular. This particular occasion it was closed. There was a guy in his 60s hanging around outside. I stopped and said Hi, we eyed each other up. He asked what I wanted. I said I wanted to get fucked. We drove to his house, he fucked me roughly on his living room floor.

I went back to him several times.
 
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