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Ah, the Folsom Street Fair. Nothing quite like it anywhere else... lots of hot, hard, leather-clad bodies parading around and strutting their stuff. For those not familiar with San Francisco, it's an annual site to behold. The street is barricaded for several blocks and thousands of horny guys show up to display their pride... and their hot bods. It's always a memorable time. This year, however, turned out to be even more memorable than usual.
I was wandering down Folsom taking in the sites with a couple of my friends, having a few beers and enjoying the view in the hot afternoon sun. I couldn't help but feel a bit overdressed in my t-shirt and tight jeans... though I did manage to turn a few heads here and there despite the more naked competition. I'm in my early 40s but look a bit younger, and keep my body in tip top shape, with close-cropped hair and beard and well-defined pecs. But the primary asset that gets me my share of attention is the thick piece between my legs, about 9 inches cut and extremely thick at full erection. Even when soft it's hard to conceal very successfully... and that afternoon the alcohol, heat and lewd fesitivites threatened to burst my 501s at the seams.
While my friends were busy being distracted by a live piercing display, I noticed the row of yellow porta-toilets that had been set up for the fair, along the curb. Feeling the need to relieve bladder pressure before a full blown hard-on made it more painful, I headed to the nearest row of doors and popped inside a stall. I quickly pulled the door closed behind me, not bothering with the lock, hauled out my meat and set about relieving my bladder.
Instant relief overcame me as I pissed away the several cups of beer I'd consumed so far. As the stream began to subside I became very aware of my hand on my stiffening poker. I was suddenly aware of the state that all the heat, beer and hot bodies on display had left me in. I thought briefly about jacking off into the portable toilet, but it seemed like such a waste on such a horny occasion. Besides, today of all days, a lewd hard-on in my pants could do me more harm than good. I grinned at the thought.
Just then I was startled by a blast of light as the door swung suddenly open behind me. Before I could react, it was closed again and a body collided with mine, pushing me forward into the toilet. I almost fell but caught myself against the plastic wall as I heard a startled gasp behind me.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I thought this was open!" he stammered, backing away to let me catch my balance. I turned my neck to see who had barged in on me. Not bad at all... the kid was probably early 20s and shirtless, his blond hair matted to his skull from the heat. His t-shirt was tied around his waist and over the long shorts that he wore on his smooth legs.
I smiled. "Not your fault, I didn't lock the door. Figured I wouldn't be in here long enough." Interestingly, he returned the smile and made no sudden move to try and leave me to my duties. Intrigued, I shifted aside to allow him room at the toilet next to me and turned slightly toward him. He had a lean, smooth chest, not well-defined but glistening with his sweat.
"Go ahead, no harm done. You can piss at the same time, " I heard myself saying. Not usually one to be forward, it seemed my sudden horniness and curiousity were overriding my usual cautious side. This boy's hesitation to excuse himself from my stall told me all I needed to know.
He stood there uncertain for what seemed like forever, seemingly nervous and excited at the same time. As I turned back to face the hole, I felt him cautiously move up alongside me, our arms tight against each other. I made a show of shaking the remaining drops from my half-hard cock, and smirked as his eyes widened at his first real look at my man-meat. He made no move to pull out his own piece as his eyes remained riveted on the activity in my crotch. There was surprise and maybe a bit of fear in those eyes, but I saw something else as well. Hunger.
Suddenly he looked up at me with a start and I chuckled lightly. "Well? Aren't you going to take your piss?"
He thought about this for several moments before replying, in a voice so soft I had to strain to hear above the noise of the street fair outside. "Um, I don't think I can do that."
I raised an eyebrow at him. Amused at his shyness, I turned away from the toilet hole and faced him, my prick in my hand now well on its way to standing at attention. His gaze moved down again, mesmerized by my cock and my hand. "I mean... I think I would be too shy. Your... cock is much bigger than mine."
I broke into a full-fledged grin as my cock continued to climb to new heights. For some reason, this kid and his nervous approach were pushing my buttons in a big way. I looked at his young face, nervous but also flushed with excitement, and I knew then that I wasn't leaving that stall without some kind of release. I was so horny I was being more forward than I ever had before, and this kid wasn't about to make the next leap alone. I decided for the direct approach.
His eyes widened as he witnessed the girth of my hard dick. The shaft is longer than average, but what really seems to take guys by surprise is the thickness. His eyes remained glued to my crotch as I leaned forward and said, softly but firmly: "You can suck it if you want."
The words were like a jolt of electricity through his body. He stood there silently for a few moments, and I half expected him to bolt back through the door. Then his warm hand was gripping my shaft just under the head. I grunted at the sudden contact as his hand covered the shaft, hefting its weight. Slowly he tightened his grip, kneading it in his hand. I was hard as a crowbar now.
A few tentative jacks with his wrist and a groan escaped from my throat. He heard my response to his attention and looked up at me. The shy, tentative glance was gone, replaced by a horny leer that betrayed his boyish good looks. Without releasing me from his grasp, he pushed me back toward the door of the stall and suddenly sat down hard on the toilet seat before me.
My thick cut cockhead was inside his mouth before I knew what was happening, his tongue against the underside. It felt so damned good I groaned out loud and leaned back against the plastic door. Whatever his initial caution at the unexpected situation, this kid was on familiar territory now. This was no naive young boy being taken advantage of. He knew his way around a man's body.
As I withdrew, his hands came up to yank my jeans and shorts from around my hips, and I shoved them down around my ankles. He cupped my swelling balls in his hand as he ran his tongue along the full length of my stiff pecker, slicking it up with his own juices. I couldn't believe how great it felt.
"Thick fucking cock!" The sudden exclamation startled me, especially after his first timid words. As I placed my palm on the back of his blond head, he sank my cockhead between his lips once more, pausing to lick at the slit with his pointed tongue. Then, with the gentle encouragement of my hand, he opened wide and began to sink down on the shaft. I looked down and groaned. He looked so fucking hot with my thick fuckmeat wedged inside that pretty young mouth. I couldn't believe my sudden luck as I leaned back, feeling an amazing, warm wet sensation crawl up my hard shaft.
I shifted my weight back, my shoulders against the plastic shell around us. I had a sudden vision of the porta-toilet collapsing under my weight, and almost laughed. Resting my hand on his head, I let him set his own pace as he began a few tentative sucks along the first half of my thick tool. Nursing on it. What a delicious feeling. I knew this kid was going to coax the load to end all loads out of me.
His hand tightened on my ball sack as he sawed back and forth on a couple of thick inches, making a low moaning sound with each pull-back. He seemed to be deciding how much he could take. I let him gently milk me for a few moments, rocking my hips to match his suction. He swallowed another inch or two, then abruptly my cock sprang from his mouth with a lewd smack.
I groaned again with the intensity of the withdrawal. He gazed at my raging hard-on for a few moments, glistening with his own spit. Then he grinned up at me, a sight I will never forget. As I closed my eyes, I felt him sink back down on my shaft, edging it further and further until the head of my dick was wedged in his tight throat. I fell back, pushing the temporary structure with a loud thump. Damn this kid had an awesome mouth! And I was past the point of no return. Clamping my hand to his head, I humped forward, lodging my fat cock even further into his throat. He made some brief whimpering sounds before adjusting, then his hands were around my naked hips and he was accepting my thrusts. I was on fire, humping into his mouth and throat with quick jabs, feeling an almost unbearable suction as I plowed deep.
He made gasping sounds and pushed back against my stomach, and I released my grip on him, letting him have his way with me. He moved back a bit, his hand around the base of my pole as he sawed back and forth on my hard dick. I was getting weak in the knees and my balls were tightening more with each thrust. I wondered what he would do with my seed.
Sensing my impending orgasm, he moaned around my shaft and gave one last series of hectic sucks just below the head. This caused me to completely lose it and I tensed up in front of him. With a last moan I felt the first blast of sperm fire into his waiting mouth. He whimpered again and swallowed hard, his tongue milking against my shaft for more. I let loose another volley or two against his tongue, then yanked my cock from his hot mouth. My last few spurts erupted on his lips and cheeks, coating his hot boy face with my slick seed. If he looked hot before, he was amazing now as he bathed in my semen. Hungrily, he scooped the head back between his lips and nursed another spurt from me.
I closed my eyes as my shaft once again fell from his lips. The whole thing couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes, but it seemed like ages to me now. I began to be aware once again of the raucous street noise outside as I sighed, looking down on the happy mess below me. He was already on his feet, wiping his face with the shirt he had untied from his waist. I just stared, dazed and delighted, as he slung the shirt over his shoulder and embraced me briefly, pecking at my cheek with his lips.
"Thanks, man! Fucking awesome!' By the time I smiled back at him, he had cracked the door and slithered away into the street outside.
I took a moment to laugh at my good fortune, hauling my pants back up around my legs and my spent but satisfied member. As my eyes adjusted to the harsh sunlight outside, I scanned the crowd for a sign of that wonderful boy, but he was gone. I found myself wishing for another opportunity, more time and more privacy so I could fuck that hot boy ass. Ah well, maybe another time. I made my way back toward the spot where I had left my gaping friends.
Wherever you are, thanks for making this one fair I'll never forget!