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Meeting at the Barcelona Pride
By Simon Peter
I need a vacation. I have just turned 40 and I am a bit despondent about that. Life seems to fly by.
Although I am still quite fit, I can feel the age creeping up on me. My erections are not as frequent, and that is a sign of age if it is anything!
It doesn't have to be a long vacation. I can take off for a week and it is the beginning of summer. I start Googling for a place. I would like to go somewhere to relax and, if I get the chance, to have some nice sex. My options are a bit limited: the beaches in Turkey, the Greek islands, Ibiza? It has to be a gay- friendly place. My search finally comes up with the Barcelona Pride Week and Parade during the last week of June. Perfect. I have never been to Spain, and the Spaniards are hot! Why not?
I planned and booked flight and hotel in Barcelona for the last week of June. Needless to say, I was quite excited about this trip. I considered going with some friend but decided against that. I wanted to be alone and do what I wanted to do without being chaperoned. I am allowed to do that at my age, aren't I?
I spent the first two days discovering the city. To my pleasant surprise, there were so many hot guys walking around the city, some in skimpy summer clothes, some with nice bulges in their shorts and jeans. Yes, I thought, there would be possibilities. On the Thursday, I took the metro to Espagna Square, where the Pride Village was supposed to be. The actual parade wouldn't be till Saturday, but I thought it would be nice to check out the place.
There wasn't much activity going on. There were stalls advertising all sorts of services and products that were gay-related: cruises, hotels and spas, even condoms and gels. The place teemed with hot guys, many in naked torsos. Most of the guys looked un-Spanish. There were a lot of north European looking guys, but most of the people there were very young. I felt out of place, but I didn't really care.
On Friday, I returned to the Square, cased the place, enjoyed looking at the hot bodies, and was surprised to get a few appreciative stares from very good-looking young guys. I don't usually give the impression of being gay, and I am not effeminate. So perhaps I just looked like an old, curious, straight guy. Not bad to look at, but in no way near to the beauties walking around.
I walked around the square and into some of the alleys off it. In one of the streets, just off the square, I spotted a sex shop, and my dick stirred. To my surprise, the shop had an ad at the door for "glory holes." Wow! That was an experience I never had. I walked into the store. Of course, there were hundreds of DVDs on all kinds of sex as well as a show case of dildos-some of which were designed for openings that cannot be humanly anal, I thought. There were three or four men browsing. So I browsed.
The store had an x-rated movie going and I could hear the female ahs and ohs through the curtains.
There were also some fifteen booths. I started checking the booths out. They offered video movies where I guessed men would masturbate as they watched the sex. At the end of the aisle, four booths had a glory-hole sign on them. I looked into the first one, and sure enough, there was a hole in the partition separating it from the next stall. What drew my attention was the padded lining in some red velour-like cloth. I guessed that it wouldn't do for a sharp wooden edge to scrape against a hard cock.
I looked around and spotted another man, maybe late twenties or early thirties, checking out the booths just as I had been doing moments ago. I wondered whether once you paid and sat in the booth, the owner would send someone to stick their dick in the hole for you, but I laughed inwardly at my naiveté.
Regardless, I ventured into one of the booths and sat in the plastic seat pulling the door closed. I waited. Nothing happened. As I was about to leave, I heard the sound of the door in the next booth close. My heart raced. Someone was in the booth next to mine. My eyes were glued to the hole. A few moments later, a dick appeared: thick, mushroom head, cut, and already hard. I also heard hot breathing coming from that booth. I lost no time. Kneeling, heart racing, I pulled the cock shaft through the hole and took the head in my mouth. It was throbbing with lust.
I sucked, trying to visualize the man behind the thin partition. It took maybe a couple of minutes for him to shoot his load in my mouth. He tasted funky, sweaty, salty.
As I left the booth I looked around to see if I could spot the man who I just gave a blowjob to. But everyone there looked innocent enough for me not to be able to discover which one had just ejaculated into my throat. Still tasting the salty cum, I left the store.
To be honest, the episode was not as exciting as I had expected. The only exciting thing about it was the stranger cock that belonged to a stranger man whose face I had never seen and would never see.
Other than that, I have had more exciting time giving and receiving blowjobs.
Saturday was the day of the parade. I got there early to make sure to have a front space on the sidewalk of the avenue which the parade would follow up to the Pride Village. Very soon, the sidewalk started to get more crowded. I could feel the heat of the bodies of the people around me, most of them young, most of them expecting, all in a festive, alive mood.
As the first floats started to appear and the music to get louder, the crowd thickened and bodies got closer. I thought I felt a light press on my back and butt, but I wasn't sure. I glanced around to see who was behind me. There was this extremely hot young guy, blond, naked torso, and I figured that it must have been his front that had brushed against my back and butt.
I was wearing a t-shirt and swim knee-trunks. Soon, as the floats rolled by, the crowd's frenzy increased under the Spanish sun. Now I was sure of the pressure on my back and butt. Again I glanced around and the same guy was right there, smiling at me. I smiled back and turned to watch the parade.
When I felt him press a bit harder on my butt, I also felt his hardness. The guy had an erection. I could not but press back on him. The hard erection of this very hot young man on my butt turned me on like crazy. The glory-hole experience had left me horny but unsatisfied. At least now there was a face to connect to the hard dick throbbing on my ass cheeks. And the face was hot!
The guy slid one arm around my waist and pulled me tighter to him, rubbing his now very pronounced, very hard bulge on my butt. I met his movement by pressing back on him and we gyrated to the music.
The crowd pressed more. Then I felt his hand pulling down on the waist band of my trunks. What the fuck! What was this kid trying to do: fuck me right there on the sidewalk? I bet it would have made quite a show and the clicking cameras would have moved away from the parade and concentrated on my ass getting plowed in public.
With a pounding heart, I let him, but I made sure to clutch the front of my trunks so that they didn't slip down all the way. As I felt the trunks exposing my butt, I also felt his hard cock pressed on them, not through fabric, but against hot, pulsating man-cock, skin to skin. I managed to look back and down, and sure enough, he had his dick out through the fly of his shorts and was rubbing it on my butt. His hand around my waist slid up under my t-shirt and began to caress my chest hair patch and my nipples.
His hard cock slipped into my crack, and the humping began.
Surprisingly, no one around noticed what was going on. They were all concentrated on the parade itself, not realizing that there was a live hot parade through my ass crack and inside my thighs.
The guy's cock felt thick and long as he moved in and out of my crack. He was breathing hard onto the back of my neck. I met his thrusts by pressing my thighs tight on his dick and my butt moving against his crotch. This continued for a while, the thrusting tempo increasing, with my thighs pressed together tightly around the jabbing shaft, the head prodding the back of my balls with each thrust.
Suddenly, his fingers clutched hard on one of my nipples and he went motionless. I felt warm cum shoot between my thighs. Fuck. He just ejaculated into my ass crack. Jizz trickled down the insides of my thighs as he squirted, still pinching my nipple, his breathing so hot and shallow at my neck, his body plastered to my back, shuddering. Finally, he drew away and I felt his slick dick slide out of my crack and thighs. When I turned around to look at him, he had this just-cummed look on his face.
"Danke," he whispered, tucking his cock back into his shorts.
I don't speak German, but I know the meaning of this word. He was thanking me for letting him hump me right there on the sidewalk, in the middle of a crowd.
"Bitte," I whispered back, using the second and only German word I knew.
I felt him get quite excited that I answered in German. He kept his crotch glued to my butt as he mumbled a whole incomprehensible German gibberish in my ear. I snickered and told him in English that "danke" and "bitte" were the only German words I knew.
The crowd started following the floats as they moved up the avenue towards the Pride Village. The blond guy stayed with me. Now that the crowd was moving, there was space for us to communicate in a more civilized way.
"Erik," he said, in a somewhat guttural German tone. "From Frankfurt."
"Sam," I countered. "From Cairo."
We walked with the crowd up the street and I was so happy to feel Erik's hand grab mine. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was walking on a street in Barcelona, holding hands with a hunk of a young German guy who had just ejaculated into my ass crack. His semen was starting to dry in the hairs of my thighs, with some trickling all the way down my legs. I let it. It felt very exciting for me when I pulled at my thigh and leg hairs glued together by man cum. Oh, boy! What an experience. All around us were guys holding hands. Some kissed. Most wore skimpy clothes or went in nude torsos. I felt extremely excited and could clearly see my bulge straining against my swimming trunks whenever I looked down. Erik was also excited, I could tell. And of course his bulge was quite pronounced.
When we got to the Village, we crowded in front of the stage as the show began. The music was ear- splitting and the singers, both male and female, were hopping and bopping on stage. We watched the action on stage, which at times got quite erotic. Everyone was moving with the music. Erik, once more, stood behind me with both hands around my waist. I felt his lips on my neck, which sent shivers all over my body. His cock pressed on my butt, erect again. The previous action on the sidewalk was soon repeated, and I got another load in my ass crack and the insides of my thighs. One hand kept squeezing on my nipples, and the other hand was rubbing my hardness inside my trunks. Even after he came, he kept his dick between my thighs and his lips on my neck and his rubbing on my dick. I am fairly hung and he seemed to enjoy the 20 centimeters of hardness which he was rubbing.
I hadn't shot a load yet. I blew a guy, a total stranger with no face, got humped twice by another very hot young guy, had semen all over my ass and thighs, and I hadn't released my load yet. My balls were aching with desire.
"Erik," I turned my head and whispered to him trying to make myself heard over the loud music.
"Would you like to come over to my hotel and spend the night with me?"
He gyrated against my butt harder; his cock seemed to get thicker between my thighs.
"Oh, yes," came the throaty answer.
Saturday night, Sunday, and Monday, we spent in bed. Erik was insatiable, ejaculating and erecting over and over. The kid was a fuck machine. He was also so sweet about my not being able to meet his erections one for one, not even one for ten! I sucked, got sucked, fucked and got fucked. Erik's cock was huge, much bigger than mine once we got to my hotel room and I got to see him fully naked. His body was almost like that of a model. He was so beautiful I almost cried. When we went out to eat between the sex bouts, we just wore shorts and t-shirts (Erik in nude torso, both of us free-balling), grabbed sandwiches or pizzas-once we had mussels-and returned to the hotel for more fucking.
His favorite position was with me on my back. He'd climb on top and start kissing my mouth, his body fully pressing on mine and his cock rubbing on my belly and balls. He would fondle my ears, play with my hair, squeeze on my nipples, and never let go of my lips. Then he would slide his dick under my balls, raising my butt with both hands, and would slowly but firmly penetrate me. I hurt a lot at first.
The pain of his thick cock stretching my hole was sometimes unbearable, but I had to bite back my screams and fight down the pain as I looked at his dark blue eyes, with this intense lustful look and the facial expression of exquisite pleasure as he slid into my body.
Erik fucked hard, the bastard. After the initial penetration, he would go slow and long until his cock stretched my tunnel and my rim muscle started to relax against his thick cock shaft. Then he would pound me. He would pull almost all the way out, and then ram back deep and hard. I could feel his balls slapping on my butt. As he thrust into me, he kept up his kissing and nibbling and fondling. He was uttering all sorts of things in German that I wished I understood.
Every fuck session lasted more than ten minutes, with my ass being pounded mercilessly. Most of the time, I would lose my erection after the first couple of minutes of Erik's thrusting. It was only his beautiful face on top of me that kept me going. My ass was burning like hell and I felt that it kept on stretching wider and wider as Erik's rod kept getting thicker and harder. When he shot his load, he would lay flat on top of me, making me almost suffocate with his weight, his mouth glued on mine, his huge cock flexing inside my ass. It was a beautiful moment to feel his shuddering as he squirted inside me and his moaning deep into my mouth and throat.
I had him cum in my mouth also. And I cummed in his. Making love to his beautiful cock with my lips and tongue and mouth made me ecstatic. Although I got to fuck his hot bubble ass two or three times, I couldn't keep up with him. He wanted more and in all positions, but especially with me on my back and my legs wrapped around his waist.
He later told me that this position made him feel that we were two man lovers making hot love together, our bodies totally plastered onto each other. He said this made him cum so hard that he felt his heart was going to burst out of his body and into mine.
On the plane back home, I kept an erection through the 3-hour flight, my eyes closed, Erik's beautiful body visualized in all its details: his dark blue eyes and blond hair, his full but masculine lips, his barely hairy chest and hard pinkish nipples, his very thick bush, his firm, bubble, fuzzy butt and crack, but mostly his beautiful fucker of a cock as it emerged from my ass hole and as I licked the final drops of his cum off the throbbing head.
I enjoyed Barcelona a lot. I wondered where my next vacation would take me and whether there would be another Erik. Very doubtful. One can get lucky once, and I just had. But one can also hope.
Prague? I have seen porn flicks claiming Prague action and starring hung Czech men with uncut dicks.
Yes, Prague is definitely an option.