„Fuck…. Agh… Please… I…“ I didn´t even know what I was begging for. It was all so much. Too much? Another question I couldn´t answer, but that was battered out of me seconds after it came to my mind. I honestly couldn´t think anymore.
„Come on sweety, let go…“
„I… Ugh… I´m…“ I exhaled slowly. „Yesss…“
„Good boy!“ I could feel him moving above me, those mountains of muscles, as well as in me. Even more in me, I guess. „Look into my eyes!“
I opened my eyes and looked into his dark globes. Already normally dark, they were even darker now. He grinned. „I love it when your face twists. Now get ready for even more of that…“
I wasn´t sure if this was heaven or hell.
Some hours earlier:
It was New York Pride and the whole city was an entanglement in every way. I´d been out here for a couple of hours, watching the parade, dancing with my friends as well as with some strangers, lost my friends, found them again and lost them all over while a hot dude was flirting heavily with me. We got very close, he groped my ass and we shared a kiss as somebody yelled at him, his eyes shot open and he left with an „Oh fuck, coming!“ and just a quick „Sorry!“ to me. I stood there in my jock and way too tight sports pants with a massive hardon and watched him disappear into the crowd.
„Fuck…“ I had totally imagined myself going home with him already. I was a bit desperate for some fun, not having had sex in two months due to work issues. But I wasn´t bold enough to do more than kissing and dancing out here in the streets, not in public. Not even during pride. Call me prude, but this just gets to my nerves.
After admiring my imagination of what could have been, I was soon shoving myself after where I thought my friends must have left. But it was no use, so I just went with the crowd and tried to enjoy the music, all the guys and the happiness around me.
Well, who am I trying to fool: and I was looking for a hot guy to have some fun with.
After a while, I was trying to get something to drink from a popup-store on the side of the street, somebody bumped into me.
I turned around, while the guy was already saying „Oh, sorry man!“ with an unapologetic smiled that told me everything. He was extremely muscular and went topless to show it off, like I did. Just that I was more oft he slim-muscular type and – well, he definitely wasn`t. His grin made his face shine brightly and friendly and contrasted perfectly with his dark skin and angular features. A trimmed beard and a buzzcut completed his handsome face that was still beaming at me. How long had I already stared? I hoped it had just been a few seconds.
„No worries man, it happens when it´s crowded like that.“ I figured to just go along with his excuse.
„Still, your drink´s on me!“ He stepped back a little and slightly cocked his head, as if curious to my response. Well, wouldn´t say not hat.
„Sure, thanks! What´s your name? I´m Jake.“ While I said that, I tried to get a better look at him. He was wearing white sneakers (again, that contrast!) and shorts that wear not quite as skimpy as mine, but still tight. When my eyes started travelling up his body again, they were suddenly drawn back to his shorts, as if my brain had just realized something: That stretched out part of his pants to the left was not wrinkles!
I must have started again for a couple of seconds (Please! Just a couple oft them!), because when I snapped back and looked into his eyes again, his grin was even wider and he looked as if he was waiting for something.
„Uhm… sorry, what did you just say?“
„Were you drinking before or did you get distracted?“ he asked me with a wink. „I´m Jamal, nice to meet you!“
„Haha, sorry, just a bit distracted by… And yeah had a drink before.“ I cleared my throat. „Nice to meet you man! So let´s drink something!”
We got ourselves some sodas and went along with the crowd for a bit more.
Jamal made some smalltalk, but was flirty from the start. We both knew where this was going. When we stood for a while to watch a crowd of dancers perform, he stood slightly behind me, pressed his crotch into my backside, caressed my arm with the opposite hand and gave a slow kiss to my neck. It must have looked already like he was owning me, but nobody seemed to be watching us. „Fuck sweety, your so sexy! I love to watch your ass in those shorts…“ he whispered suggestively. Then I felt his other hand knead my ass and I had to constrain myself not to let out a moan. I wanted this guy!
