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Gay Pride at Fire Island
By
Wolf
I Had known I was gay when I was starting school. My family recognized I had gay tendencies and either accepted me for who I was or laughed it off and teased me about my behavior. The first homosexual encounter I had was with a 12-year-old neighbor boy that I admired. He showed me some sexually explicit photographs and when I showed an interest in the sexual acts, he showed me his cock and invited me to suck his cock. I was hooked.
I had several encounters with other teenagers before I had my first encounter with an older man. By the time I entered New York City College I was a confirmed homosexual. I was invited to attend a Gay Pride Day on Fire Island by a friend. He advised me to carry a day pack with a windbreaker for the cool evenings and battles of water. He chuckled when he added you may want to remove additional items of clothing.
I took public transportation to Fire Island. When I walked the streets among all of the gay men and women preparing to take part in the parade, I was empowered by all of the fellow gays. A number of the men were wearing brightly colored shorts and tank top. I witnessed men holding hands, embracing in public and kissing very passionately. As I walked the sidewalks checking out the businesses. The streets had been blocked off for all vehicular traffic, so people were free to walk in the middle of the streets. I began to see men wearing less and less clothing. Their day packs were bulging. I saw a few pot belled Bears wearing leather and chrome ring restraining harnesses with their nipples poking through the rings and wearing black leather jockstraps. Their bare butts hanging out.
I was shocked to see one man walking the streets only wearing a baseball cap and leather tennis shoes. He was walking around talking to other men as casually as if it was normal. Then I began to see more naked men. I began to feel that one out of twenty men were naked. I began to notice that the uniformed police were ignoring the naked men and public displays of affection. I even saw two naked men Kissing while clinging to each other's cocks. I felt the urge to get involved in the action.
I stepped into a shop selling T-shirts and other souvenirs and asked the clerk if I could use his establishment to shed my clothes. He smiled and assured me that I was welcome to use his establishment to get with the program. I dropped my day pack and removed all of my clothes and stuffed them into the pack. All I had on was my crew socks and Sketcher walking shoes. The clerk simply said nice junk as I picked up my pack and slung it over my shoulder and joined the people milling around the place.
I was given compliments by clothed and unclothed people both male and female, although there were not that many women. The I met an older man that caught my eye.
I guessed that he was in his seventies. He was about six-feet-two-inches. He was slender with the body of a long- distance runner and he was void of any body hair, including all pubic hair. The skin sagged a little, and his hair was receding. He was only wearing leather walking shoes. I have to admit that I couldn't take my eyes off of his junk. His cock was limp and I guessed that his cock was about 8- inches long and it was circumcised and the head was big. The other thing that got my attention was his scrotum. It was the size and shape of a grapefruit, and the skin was stretched tight. He reached out and took hold of my cock while we were talking. It startled me but once I got over the shock, I took hold of his cock and were stood there masturbating each other while we talked about our sexual history. He had been a Marine during the Vietnam War. He had fond memories of being fucked in the hutch.
I told him all about my sexual history while we continued masturbating each other. While we were doing that people were walking around us. I eventually placed my hand under his scrotum and hefted it and asked him about his balls. He casually said that during boot camp at Camp Pendleton he received a butt thrust in the crotch with a M- 16. That ruptured blood vessels in my scrotum. I have water in my scrotum, just like water on the knees. I felt some sympathy paims for him.
I dropped my pack on the ground and knelt in it and lifted his cock and licked his balls. We were drawing a crowd of onlookers. While I was slobbering all over his balls his long cock was resting on my forehead. I eventually started licking the underside of his cock. Between jacking him off and sucking his cock the crowd increased and guys were recording the action with their cell phones. When the old man came in my mouth, I couldn't resist a little cum dribbled down my chin as a show that he had cum in my mouth. When I stood up and picked up my pack, I thanked the old man and as we parted ways the crowd applauded and dispersed.
One man that was also naked approached me. He told me how much the enjoyed show. I thanked him for the compliment. I came right out and asked me if I had ever been fucked in public?
I was stunned by the question. I sputtered something stupid. And the man reached around my waist and grabbed my left butt cheek and pushed his fingers into the valley. When he found my asshole with his index finger, he forced his finger into my asshole and he took my pack from me as he walked me across the sidewalk to the glass window to a leather store. He spread my arms as he placed the palms of my hand against the glass. As he spread my legs, I looked through the window and saw the salesman looking at me. He winked at me and pulled out his cock and started masturbating while watching the man open a Trojan lubricated condom coin package and roll it onto his cock.
The man held onto my hips as he shoved his cock up my ass. He humped my ass and with every thrust my own cock bounced up and down. I grunted and moaned shamelessly while I was being fucked. I could see that there was a half-circle of spectators watching me being fuck in the reflection in the glass. Even before the man came into my colon, I squirted my load all over the glass window. I watched the salesman was holding his own cock as he squirted cum all over the leather goods on the table in front of him.
It was dark by the time I entered the leather shop and cleaned up and got dressed. The salesman Kissed me and jacked me off before allowing me to get dressed. He made me promise to come back the next day before he allowed me to leave.
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