MackyJay

I decided to attend the Gay Pride Parade this past month in my local town to show support for my gay friends with whom I work. There are about five of them. At sixty, I am much older. I'm also 6', and about 185 pounds. I've been married to my wife for 30 years, we had four children, and now have eight grandchildren. I guess I'm about as straight they come, but have always thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. It just wasn't for me and I had never even thought about doing anything with another guy. It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to dress for the heat and wear what I usually wore to my track meets: a jock strap, shorts, a tee shirt, sport socks and sneakers. One of my friends rode with me there and he was dressed fairly similarly. We found a place to park fairly close to the start, which surprised me, but then I thought, oh hell, when the parade is over I will be about 2-3 miles from here. Oh, well, can't have everything. We got out and walked over to the starting area and found the other guys. I was kind of rubber necking somewhat as I had never seen such an array of, well, somewhat crazy looking people before. There were all kinds of attire from just plain like I and my friends to wild costumes and back down to what looked to be a few guys with little or nothing on at all. It was a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere and I was like a kid in a candy store wanting to just see what all was going on. It was very festive scene and then there were the floats which were magnificent to look at. I started walking around to look at everything I could and soon lost track of where my friends were at. I looked for a bit but there were just too many people around to really look good. I soon decided the heck with it, I would see them later for a couple of drinks before going home tonight. I went looking for something to drink then. Soon found a nice little stand that sold my drink of choice, an ice cold CocaCola. I bought one and then wondered around some more but still did not see my buddies and the parade was lining up to start. I found myself by a float I liked the looks of, so decided to just walk along with it. Soon we were starting up and I found several guys walking around that float and on it all dressed alike, so figured they were all friends or at least had al worked on the float together. A few blocks later, one of the guys from the float turned and said hi to me. I returned his greeting and soon we were talking while we walked along. About a mile and a half into the parade I was starting to feel the heat and the long walk. The guy I was walking with told me I could take a break and ride on the float for a bit if I wanted, but he said I would probably have to take off the shorts and shirt as all on the float only had on jockstraps. I looked and was surprised as I had not noticed them stripping most of their clothes off on there till then. Only the guys walking were still in their shorts and shirts. I was kind of in a turmoil about that when I stepped on a rock in the road and twisted the heck out of my ankle. My new friend grabbed me or I would have went down. That pretty much settled it for a bit as he basically tossed me up onto the float. I decided, what the hell and soon had my shirt, shorts and shoes and socks off and was only in my jockstrap. My new friend then told me I looked to be in pretty decent shape for my age as I had told him that earlier. I thanked him and returned the compliment. I had not really paid much attention to his looks until he tossed me like a sack of sugar onto the float. Now, I noticed, he was definitely in good shape and although not a build of a weightlifter did have quite the muscles showing. I then rode the float for the rest of the parade. Looking around I noticed the other guys on the float all seemed to be in pretty good shape. Must all work out a lot I thought. I also noticed that they all, that I could see from where I was at, seemed to have the same tattoos. One, a tramp stamp on their backs and another on their stomach when they would turn and I could see it, of a figure that looked familiar, but I couldn't place it at first. Then as we passed a hospital on the way I noticed the design on one of the dumpsters I could see off to the side and it dawned on me they all, for some reason, had a biohazard symbol. I asked my new buddy about it and he said they had all decided to get one when they joined the club. I thought that sounded nice for them to do.

I want to have my ass used as a cum dump and piss dump but that is way out there I think. Yuck, never going to happen to me.

Although I think this story is slightly drawn out it is still one of the hottest on here by far and one of my favorites for sure.

Definitely a nice hot start.

Another addition to my older post. I just turned 67 the end of May. Just over a week ago now, I went to the Iowa Games and competed in the high jump-Gold Medal, long jump-Silver Medal, 100m dash-Silver Medal, 100m hurdles-Silver Medal. Down from last year slightly as this year my blasted asthma kicked the crap out of me and my breathing until about a week before the meet, so NO training basically at all. Last year was 3 Golds and 1 Silver. Put this on here not to brag, but to show that some of 'oldsters' stay in pretty good shape and are ready for anyone of any age to play with. I Damn computer just jumped on me again. Started to say I am about 99% a bottom and can usually keep up with any age person and ready to be bred anytime at all. Come and get this hot pretty well in shape bottom an use it and abuse it and fill it up BB.

Very hot and making my ass twitch with need too.

I wouldn't care if my boyfriend knew or not, just fuck me and fill me good is what I want.

If a guy dropped his pants in front of me with that tat, I would be all over his cock in nothing flat.

Hot dream, now is it going to be reality when they do get there? LOL

lock me in too.

pussyboy---read the end again. It says that Alex got up and UNLOCKED the door. LOL

wow tell them to come here too LOL

so hot and I would love to find a place like that for damn sure

I would love a place like that to go to and take load after load.

oh hell, now I have to wait some more for word of Paul. LOL This story is hot and somewhat reminds me of my socalled regular fuck bud who when he found out I would actually take about any load offered bare has now become by 'former' regular fuck bud. Had not heard from him in almost 3 months and then two days ago got an email asking how I was doing and telling me he really wanted to pound my hole again. I told him anytime he wanted to, but not another word now for another two days. This story almost, except for getting bred a lot, which I am not getting ANY, is a mirror of my life. l want that super cock of his but this going for long periods without it is hell.

wow crazy

Gets better and better and I want done badly now.

How I really want to be fucked over and over and over again like this.