A Unicorn Fucked Me In The Amusement Park Restroom

There are tons of benefits to being gay. There are so many in fact that I wish I had the time to write a whole book on that topic. But sadly, I don't have that kind of time or dedication to ever write a book. I spend a lot of time working. Even more time with my boyfriend. And the spare time I rarely get, I spend writing stories to help thousands of other guys cum to a cock-enticing narrative written about my real-life adventures.

If I were to write a book though, I would likely start if off by saying how the biggest advantage to being gay is that my boyfriend can fuck me wherever, or whenever he wants to. One of the many, many benefits to being gay is no matter how much cum gets shot inside of me or inside of him, there's no risk of something happening nine months later. It's not that we don't want kids someday of our own but we can't have them on our own. Which, in the bedroom is always a plus.

There's no need for condoms as long as we're both clean and there never will be any need for them. My point is, being gay is its own birth control. There's no need to pull out, hoping you caught it just in time. There's no need to worry where your white cream ends up shooting in your room and no need to clean up before you fall asleep holding each other nude.

Another of the many benefits is that you both know what the other likes. Surely you will be confused the first time you're staring a cock head-on and wondering what to do and how to make your mouth do what it needs to in order to make him shoot. But you know what makes you feel good and all you need to do is recreate what he just did to make you shoot yours. I've always heard the saying that only guys know how to treat a guy. And I didn't believe it until I had a guy show me just what it meant.

When you go on a date for the first time, you can split the check or each pay for your own movie ticket. I was seriously getting tired of the idea that the guy pays for everything on a first date. Being gay means you're both the guys on a first date so you both pay.

And while there are many disadvantages to being gay which we all know and hate such as the odd stares we get when some people see us holding hands and just then realize we're not brothers but lovers. Like how your guy friends suddenly realize you have a boyfriend and ask you if you ever wanted to see their cock and you have to kindly explain to them that their cock is the last thing on your mind. But there are disadvantages we don't see coming when we first come out.

Like the fact that we can't eat spicy food or a big meal if we want to be a bottom or have sex that night. Like if we go out to a restaurant and our boyfriend eats a lot, we know sex is off the table that night. Or at least anal is off the table.

Or like the fact that we have to come out. Why is there a closet at all? Why can't I just love who I love from the start of my life? One of my heroes in life said it best. The man once said, we as gay people are at this disadvantage only we are able to experience or see. While most first fall in love in high school and for some even in middle school. Most learn how to love, how to care for another person, and how to not say things which will upset someone else, or how to kiss, how to do more than kiss, how to treat someone on a date, and even how to have a broken heart. Most people experience all that when they are young. But when you're gay, that part of your life seems to get put on hold for a while, while you're figuring out who you are. Only when you figure that out and start accepting it, can you first experience any of that in life. And to those around you, they start wondering why you're learning how to love and learning how to be a good boyfriend and yet you're in your twenties and for some, you're in your thirties.

I still remember my first ever crush. It was on a boy named Alex, hence why I chose that as my pen name all these years later. We were the best of friends and hung out in school, out of school in a club, and even invited each other to family outings. Like this one time his family was going to a museum in a nearby city and invited me along. I still remember sitting in the back seat with him and his parents laughing how him and I were talking about how we never had our first kiss yet. I still remember telling him how I wanted to get my first kiss down at the museum later that day. I remember him asking me if I was planning on kissing a random stranger and me telling him no. I still remember him asking me who I was going to kiss then if it wasn't a stranger and I still remember his mom looking back from her passenger seat when she slowly realized I wanted a kiss from my best friend yet he had no idea I was hinting quite hard to him.

In my grade school, they had roses we could buy for a dollar a piece on valentine's week which we could send to anyone in the school. It was a simple fundraiser for their student council but every year, I would only ever send two. One was to my sister to tell her she was the best sister in the world. And the other was never signed with my name. But every year, I would listen close as they passed out the roses and notes on valentine's day and listen as Alex read my note which said, 'from your secret admirer, you have no idea how beautiful you are and someday I hope you notice I've been here all along'.

On the day I told my family I was gay, I ran up to my room and signed up for Grindr, hoping I would find a boyfriend. But why did it feel like suddenly I was allowed to be myself and allowed to love? I was lucky they all accepted me but why did I need their approval? How is any of that fair?

The day I went to my first gay pride event, I remember crying as I saw all the rainbows around me. Like there was this indescribable power radiating from a simple flag hung on every corner. A power like a shield that could stop any hate from penetrating it. I remember looking around at hundreds of thousands of people just like me and telling my friend how I felt they were all my brothers and sisters. And I have a real-life sister but even she doesn't know the struggle I went through to get where I was standing in the middle of this pride event - yet, these hundreds of thousands of others do know that struggle.

That day, I also remember seeing children and their parents. Like 11-year-old kids and their parents walking around. And it brought me to tears. I literally had to go off to the side and have a ten-minute cry. And when my friend and I got back to our hotel for the night, I spent half the night crying on her shoulder and asking her questions I was really asking myself. Questions like, 'how could I have been so blind' and 'why did I not come out sooner when I first had that crush on that first boy?'

And maybe that's why I don't think I deserve such a great boyfriend. Because I've fought so hard to get where I am. Because I can't forgive myself for not being 'out' sooner. Not allowing myself to be happy sooner. And fall in love sooner. And tell Alex I wanted to kiss him sooner.

And maybe that's why I lie. Because I'm so used to lying at this point that I don't know how else not to. Like, I don't lie all the time but I make little white lies every so often to cover for myself when I'm going on a date or something stupid I shouldn't have to lie about.

I still remember the night my mom borrowed my computer when I was 12 and realized I was looking up gay porn. I didn't know your internet browsing history was a thing and so I had no way of knowing to delete it. Yet my mom couldn't find any pictures of girls or playboy searches on my computer anywhere. Because they didn't exist. She was the first to realize I had no attraction to girls but here I was lying my way out of it, telling her I was just curious as to how mine measured up comparatively.

Was I wrong though? The best parts in porn are simple. We all know there are three of them we all watch for and skip to when a video is a bit too long compared to how long we know it will take for our cum to reach the tip of our dick and spurt out. We watch porn for the blowjob, the close ups of the guy's dick being fucked into the ass, and the cumshot. But when you watch gay porn, you get the three main good parts, doubled. And sometimes you get to watch three or four or better yet, a whole pile of them in a circle. So, there's yet another advantage to being gay.

And I guess all that combined is why I get hard so fast around my boyfriend now that I have one in my life. I'm in a constant state of 'I want sex' and 'I want your cock in my mouth or my ass - you pick which one - I don't care - as long as you pick one fast and shove it there'. My boyfriend is tamer though. He jerks off right before we hang out every time and secondly, he's not a virgin which is perfectly fine. In many ways, I'm jealous. I wish I was fucked sooner in life and maybe I would be less horny all the freaking time.

Regardless, today him and I went with all of our friends to a local theme park. He invited all his friends and I invited all mine. I'm normally all over him but seeing that we were just introducing our friends to each other and seeing that we weren't alone on this day, I was fairly calm all day long. Plus, it being about a million degrees out helped me keep my mind off of sex and more on pure survival. But my boyfriend is always calmer than I am, especially out in public. So, every time my eyes wandered down to his cock area, I quickly snapped out of the trance his cock had on me and back to the conversation. That and the awesome rides.

It was right around lunchtime. We were at the park for a few hours already and all of us were starting to get hungry. The conversation started to get onto the topic of what everyone likes to eat and which area of the park everyone could get something in and be happy. Even I realized everyone wanted something from a different corner of the park. So, if we split up in teams of two or three and went to go eat, it would be better. Or at least that was my boyfriend's brilliant plan which he announced to the group as he pulled out his phone and started texting someone.

A few seconds later, I received a text message from him. All day long I was getting text messages from him telling me things about his friends. For instance, when one of his friends brought up that she was single, he texted me not to ask questions about it because she was still upset about getting dumped by her girlfriend and it was still a fresh wound. Anyway, he texted me helpful little things all day and I did the same for him to help us not be made a fool or upset any of our friends in the group.

This text was strange though. It just read 'unicorn'. When I replied to it 'wtf?' he just whispered to me to trust him and follow his lead. And so, I did. He came up with the idea we should split up into pairs or into teams of three and go eat then meet up again after lunch in like an hour. And I stood there pondering why he wanted me to go along with such a good idea which I normally would have gone along with anyway.

When the group split up, him and I made our way to the back of the park to get something to eat at a shop Troye saw on our way walking around the park from earlier in the day. But when he started rushing, I asked him what was going on. He just kept telling me to trust him. A minute later, he led me to a men's room near the back of the park about a hundred or so feet away from the grab-and-go restaurant he wanted to eat at. Thinking he really had to use the toilet, I began sitting down on a bench outside the entrance.

Troye went into a family-sized restroom on the side of the building and closed the door behind him. It wasn't a busy section of the park and so there wasn't many people around. I would guess ten people walked by in the time he was in the toilet and no one was sitting around me waiting for their family members either. Just me sitting all alone. But my mind was preoccupied with what kind of chicken I was going to get on the menu which I could faintly read from that distance and the angle of how the park bench was situated.

Suddenly, I received a text message from him again, asking me to 'come in here. I fell.'

Thinking he was in real trouble, I quickly made my way to the door I saw him go in and opened it up to go inside. When I looked around inside, the door shut behind me, and Troye locked it so no one could come in. He grabbed my body and pushed me back-first into the concrete wall on the one side of the small restroom and began to kiss me.

I pushed him back, not because I wasn't enjoying it but because I was confused. "I thought you were hurt, you jerk"

"For the record," he replied, "in the future 'unicorn' means I'm hard and I really, really want you right this instant"

"Okay now I get it" I said with a kinky little smile to him "but why are you hard? I didn't do anything special today."

"Yeah but you're wearing that tank top and you look incredibly sexy in that. Plus, I got a tiny boner seeing you in that today but then as we walked around, I started to sweat really bad and the sweat sort of acted like lube as my cock rubbed against my leg all day so far and only got it harder. And before I get too hard, I wanted to take care of it with you that way we can go back to our friends without me having a tent in my pants."

"Okay but I never knew you were into this sort of stuff in public places."

"Do you really wanna talk or do you wanna have fun?" he asked as he grabbed my stiffening cock from the outside of my shorts.

I quickly grabbed him from behind and pulled him onto me. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth and I pushed my hands down, underneath his shorts and grabbed his ass cheeks. There was no doubting he was sweaty as I have ever seen him and I liked it. If whatever we were about to do got us sweaty, no one in the park would know the difference between sex sweat and heat sweat.

He didn't mess around and waste any time either. He kept kissing me but reached his other hand down to unbuckle my belt and undo my zipper. He quickly shoved down my shorts and underwear and began using his sweaty palm to jerk my cock which felt unbelievable. And taking his lead, I did the same. I grabbed his shorts and shoved them down. After all, he never wore a belt and this was an advantage to that. It was easier to get at my grand prize whenever I wanted to.

We both took off our shirts and tossed them to the door handle which caught them and held them in the air. We both loved seeing each other's chests and he knew I loved smelling his sweat and feeling his hairy chest up and down. And that's exactly what I did. I rubbed my hand up and down his sweaty and hairy chest and soon enough my hand was soaked. I then grabbed his cock and started pulling on it with sweat as my only lube.

I slowly bent down in front of him, still pressed hard against the wall behind me. I opened my mouth and he forced his big cock into my mouth as the back of my head was compressed against the concrete behind it. I tasted the salty and bitter taste of his abundance of sweat covering his cock and I realized it was better than anything ever in my mouth before. Don't get me wrong, I love the taste of his cum and his cock normally but something about him being drenched in sweat tasted even better. Like the scent of his whole body was made into droplets lining his long cock. And it was all mine to drink.

He quickly pulled back and out of my mouth. I mostly expected him to finish in my mouth so we had no cleanup to do - so what in the world was he doing, I asked myself.

"I don't want your mouth today. I'm so fucking horny, I want more, way more."

"Wait...do you want my ass? You've never had my ass before."

"Yeah, I want your tight virgin ass more than I've ever wanted it right now. Is that okay?"

"Fuck yeah. I was waiting for you to want that. But I've never done that so..."

"Don't worry, I'll lead you through it and I'll make it worth your while after I finish in you."

"I like the sound of that. So, what do I do master?"

"Stand here, spread your legs, put both your hands on the wall in front of you, and bend over like on a 90-degree angle."

"Okay master." I said as I obeyed his orders and his hands helped my body get into position. "Take it slow at first though."

He got into position behind my ass which was standing proud, at attention for him to fuck it hard. I suddenly felt his hand rubbing my back and around the front of my chest, soaking as much sweat onto his hand as he could before he rubbed it on his cock which was larger than I've ever seen him be before. I guess he did really want my ass more than ever.

He slowly pressed his tip into my ass and it felt so painful, then suddenly so mind blowingly fucking incredible as he got deeper and deeper. His sweat was just the perfect lube for this occasion and I was reminded of my list of the advantages of being gay. Here we were in the restroom of a theme park and he was fucking me with bare sweat as lube. No condom, no spermicide, no jack shit to ruin this perfect moment of having him up my ass.

Troye began going back and forth faster and faster and my insides were getting all rearranged but I didn't give a shit. His cock was curved just slightly so it kept pressing right on the right parts inside to make me want to cum so badly. But I knew he told me there would be something worth my while at the end, so I fought the urge to touch myself.

He kept rubbing my back and slapping my ass as he called out, telling me how tight of a virgin ass I have. And how it was so much better than he imagined it to be with me.

"Fuck that feels good. Cum for me big boy. Put gas into my motor boy."

"You want me to cum for you?"

"Give it to me"

"Fuuuuckkkk!!" I heard him whisper as I felt a warm liquid being spurt into my ass from deep inside. I never felt something so odd but something so incredible in all my life as that. And I now want that same feeling every night and every day and every moment of every day.

Troye stopped fucking me and pulled out once his cock settled down a tad and stopped pulsing inside of me. Boy, was that unexpected but intense to feel in that area. I'm not used to things moving around and pulsating inside of that hole but I freaking love it.

I stood up and Troye spun me around and knelt down on the ground in front of me with my back now against the wall again. He quickly put my entire cock in his mouth and began rubbing my chest with his hands above his head as he pushed and pulled his mouth on me. He was slow at first with his sucking but quickened up as he realized I was about to shoot my load. After all, I was about ready to shoot when I had his cock up my ass and now it was several minutes later and I had warm cum still warming my insides which felt even more erotic.

I grabbed his hair and forced him to stay on my cock as I shot my load into his mouth. And I kept his head there for another moment for me to calm down. But mostly, I wanted to wait for him to have to swallow my cum. In all our previous adventures, he never swallowed. He always got me to the breaking point, backed his head off and jerked me so I cummed all over my chest or his chest. But here in this moment, I wanted him to swallow and he eventually did have to swallow it all and I let his head go.

"What was that, you know I don't swallow?"

"Yeah but if you're going to cum in my ass, I get to cum in your mouth. Fair trade."

"Fair enough"

"So, how did you like the taste?"

"Not bad actually, like I could eat yours more often if you want"

"Yeah and I guess you can cum in my ass more often because I liked that too." I said as I made my way to the toilet and began trying to take a number two.

"What are you doing? Get dressed. We have to grab a bite on the way to meet our friends because we're already late."

"You really want me going on a roller coaster with gee-forces with your cum still in my ass? I need to get it out before it comes out on a ride and suddenly I have a wet spot near my ass and everyone starts to ask questions."

"Good point." Troye replied as he got dressed and got my clothes ready for me.

After getting as much out as I could, I stood up, got dressed and we peaked open the door to see if anyone was around. Luckily it was a dull moment so we came out together, fully dressed of course.

"Oh my gosh. Troye....Alex...." we heard a woman's voice call. We turned to see who it was and it was of course our friend Rachel, standing there with both Troye's group of friends and mine. "We came looking for you guys when you never showed up and we remembered you wanted to try this chicken place so we came searching here first."

"But looks like you guys got something else to eat on the way." Harry, who was Troye's friend, interjected.

"Ummm" I was speechless and so embarrassed. And so was Troye.

"Don't worry. Eat whatever you want guys." said Rachel. "Whatever makes your tummies happiest, go for it."

"Plus, look at it this way Rachel," Steven who was my friend replied, "they saved a lot of money doing it their way. Food is so expensive here."

"I don't know what you guys think happened but I'm still hungry. My stomach may not feel up to a roller coaster right away but I'm still hungry." I said.

"I'm full." Troye said jokingly looking at me with his cute as ever face which I have to forgive even though he just basically admitted to eating my cum to all of our friends.

"Wait, so, if you're full and Alex isn't, how does that work?" Rachel asked.

"Remember, Alex said his stomach was upset so Alex didn't eat anything of Troye's lunch because Troye's lunch went somewhere else." Harry replied.

"Could we please not talk about it anymore." I begged.

"Sorry, one more question: how was it?" Rachel asked like a little school girl.

"Fun. Like the fear of getting caught and all, it was fun...." I said looking over to Troye.

"Definitely have to do it again sometime babe." He replied.

"Oh, really now?" I asked.

"Yeah but I have one tiny thing I want to change next time."

"What's that hunny?"

"That we switch roles next time. I wanna know what a unicorn feels like."