A Virgin at Pride

Message from the Author

Hello Reader,

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It's the summer break at my university at the moment and after handing in all my work, I managed to attend my first Pride festival. I had such a great time, and I hope this story shares some of the sexual desires I felt after attending and that it will maybe help others express themselves as well. Being quite young and new to the LGBTQ+ scene, I find it useful to write out a lot these new feelings to navigate the equally new sexual tensions that can be so irresistible. As I said, I hope you enjoy reading, and I always appreciate any comments people give and try to reply if I see them, but obviously no pressure, I just hope that you enjoy yourself.

Have a lovely day and remember how important you are.

Francesco x

P.S. I've made a ---Skipping Point--- section in the story that you can scroll too if you want to... get to the action faster.

A Virgin at Pride

The problem with setting your favourite song as your alarm is that you end up slowly despising it as you wake up from a peaceful sleep to the blaring noise of a bass guitar. It doesn’t really matter what type of music. Classical, rock or pop, if it’s the alarm that wakes me, it’ll slowly make its way off of my playlist. But today was a little different. Today I was awake far before my alarm. Like a child on Christmas, I cycled between waking and sleeping every ten minutes throughout the night, waking to see if I had made it any closer to that dreaded but exciting sound of the day beginning. Why was I feeling sick with excitement, well today was the Pride festival… my first Pride in fact since moving here for University. I was still new to the LGBT+ scene having only come out to a few friends, and I wasn’t about to announce it to my family any time soon. I’d made a decent effort to become part of the University’s student Pride group, and I had attended a couple of socials. But whilst I would love my time mini-golfing and drinking with other students, I’d feel sick when thinking about telling my family back home. I was one foot out of the closet, and this was the sort of event that I felt would either forcefully catapult me out of it, or perhaps back in. Five minutes before my alarm, enough was enough, and to the relief of my favourite band, their latest single would survive on my playlist another day.

My student hall room sprung to glaring life as I pulled open my bedroom curtains. The question was what to wear? I didn’t have anything extravagant. In fact, I had been a little nervous about buying anything at all in the lead-up to Pride. I had a couple of rainbow pins and a shirt with a rainbow stripe running diagonally across the middle. The pins were fine, they were small and I could control who saw them, but the rainbow top was not. It would announce to everyone... ‘Hey. I’m Gay, and I'm going to Pride’ whether they previously knew or not… or at least that was my thinking at the time. I threw the top, pins, and a pair of jeans on the bed. Undressed and took my naked body into the bathroom for a shower. I wasn’t bad looking. At least, I didn’t think I was. I had recently been working out and my body whilst a little on the lean side, had some figure. I was secretly hoping to at least attract a couple of people at the festival tonight. I posed in the mirror for a bit, practising my smile and looking at my round curved butt before I was eventually battling to see my reflection from the shower's steam. The room was filled with hot moisture, the sort that made you want to sweat. My chest was slowly coated with a smooth coating of condensed water that glistened as I grabbed my soap and rubbed myself down. Starting from my chest, I rubbed the sea salt scrub against my skin. The salt grains scraped against my skin like a sharp fork. It felt good, and the smell of seawater began to fill the room. I rubbed my nipples hard, letting each grain of rock tear across my skin. Moving backwards and submerging myself into the shower, I rubbed the salty water down my sides, and as my fingers rubbed lightly against my soft virgin skin, small sparks of delicious syrup sparkled and tickled my brain. My hands made their way further and further down across my body, reaching my soft dick. I rubbed the now smooth soap across my skin, compressing my cock against the base of my abdomen as I did so. The shower was warm and I turned my face into the running water as I felt myself getting hard. This would have normally been enough to make me... well... start rubbing harder. But I had vague hopes that I would need to save myself for someone later. I grabbed the soft towel on the rack and began to rub myself down, absorbing the water from my body with its soft cushion-like texture. It felt comforting, especially as the fibres wrapped and slid against my smooth curved butt, and pulled against my foreskin. But as I said, this wasn’t a time to get carried away. I left the shower room and was hit by a blast of cold air, which made any suggestion of sexual desire disappear... alongside any tool I would use.

But no matter how long I stayed in the shower, I was always going to be confronted with the shirt. I looked at it, and it looked back at me. I put on my underwear, socks, and trousers. Put the pins on my bag and then finally put on the shirt. It didn’t look bad by any means. In fact, there was something I liked about it, something a little freeing but also deeply nauseating. I headed out to my flat’s kitchen, poured myself a bowl of cereal, and sat down to watch some TV with my other flatmates. “What the fuck are you wearing?” said Alan walking into the kitchen. I looked around to check who he was talking to. “Who me… this” I said tugging against my shirt. “Yeh, it looks like…”. “…Fuck off Alan,” said Tim coming to my aid. I appreciated the effort but the damage had been done. “He can wear what he likes” came another voice. “Sorry mate, I didn’t mean… I didn’t realise…” Alan worryingly said noticing the look on my face as I stood up. “Nah it’s fine, I get it”. “No mate, seriously it was only a joke, it looks good”. I patted him on the shoulder “No worries, I get it”. I headed over to the door. “Alan you idiot” came another voice from the sofa. Alan looked like a rabbit in headlights. He probably didn’t mean what he said. In fact, I’m sure he was only joking. But it didn’t matter, he said what I was worried people would think and it hit straight into my gut. I left to my room, took off my shirt and fell head first onto my bed. What was I thinking? Who was I kidding? I was a joke. As weird as it sounds, I felt like I was an imposter of being straight or gay. I liked the shirt, but it revealed something deeply personal to me, my sexuality, and if someone insulted the shirt, they ended up deeply hurting me as well. It was like an exposed nerve. I pushed my head deep into the duvet until the light from the room disappeared into a warm comforting darkness. Maybe I should have stayed in bed, but before I could wallow happily in my own self-pity. I heard the bedroom door open. “Josh are you…”. It was Tim and his pause was understandable, he had just walked into a room with a young adult topless with his head buried in a duvet. “Are you alright?” he said getting louder as he approached. “Mmmph Mm Mmmm Mmph” I murmured from the covers. “Mate you’re going to have to do better than that” said Tim. I reluctantly and slowly rolled onto my back, bending my head against the bedroom wall. Self-pity was not nearly as fun with another person. “Yeh. I’m fine. I just… I think I’ll probably stick around here today”. “Mate you're joking. You’ve been talking about Pride for weeks. You even bought a tent”. I rolled my eyes at the situation. He was right. “Come on” Tim said picking up my shirt and chucking it at my bent head. “I’ll walk with you”. That did sound good, but then most things Tim said sounded good to me. I took my shirt off my face and threw it back at him. “Alright,” I said before quickly receiving the same shirt projectile flying back onto my face.

I put my shirt on, grabbed my tent and backpack and walked with Tim down the street towards the bus stop. “See I knew you wouldn’t be alone” Tim said pointing out a group of people wearing a Pride flag as a cape. I appreciated what he was trying to do and to be fair to him, it was working. As we got closer we walked past more and more people on their way to Pride in outfits of all different combinations. Some people were in full drag, whilst others with subtle pride make-up. There were people who had come in full party dress up and some who left far less to the imagination. It was becoming a Mardi Gras of free expression and all of a sudden my shirt didn’t seem quite so bad. In fact, it seemed to fit in just fine. I waved goodbye to Tim as he left me on the bus with my backpack. He had always looked out for me and whilst I’d never admit it to the flat, I definitely had a crush on him. His blond soft hair was to die for, and the way he looked out for those in need, he was certainly someone I could get used to. I hopped onto the bus. “Single ticket please”. The ticket man who seemed to be decked out in pride gear punched against some buttons and a ticket printed from the base of the window. “Cheers”. I looked around for a seat. The bus interior looked like someone had taken different colours of paint and thrown it over everyone inside but in the best sort of way. The journey wasn't too long, and soon banners and groups filled the street. I was supposed to be meeting with a party from the Uni, but I knew that they were meant to also be hosting some events at the Pride venue and may skip the parade altogether. The bus doors opened and as I jumped off, the music began to get louder, thumping through my chest as though someone was physically beating it with a shovel. My eye began to dart around, with my heart pounding harder and harder from the music, the colours, and the crowds of people. I rested for a moment on the green to get my bearings, but before I knew it a loud trumpet sound rallied the crowd into a long line down the park’s path. At about ten people deep, the crowd grew for hundreds of meters. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing except me. I couldn’t see anyone I recognised, and even if there was someone, they would have blended in with the colourful and vibrant crowd. I was quickly beginning to miss the comfort of a face full of cheap pillow fabric, and even though Tim was hardly an expert in Pride, I felt like he’d have something wise to say around now. Something like “Mate, there’s tons of people here, just mix in!” or “Why don’t we work our way into a group, they look nice!”. Imaginary Tim was right, the group over there did look nice, but imaginary Tim was… well… imaginary… and although having exceptionally exaggerated beautiful blond hair (even for real Tim), he wasn’t going to be my wingman if no one could see him.

Soon the sound of percussion filled the streets and vague noises from a Radio DJ in a speaker-filled van blasted across the lines of people waiting to start moving. Slowly but surely, people began to move, banners were raised, and people started to get pictures with their groups. I was quite happy to sit and watch. If I’m totally honest, I wasn’t sure whether I would take part or not. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw some people waving. The ‘nice’ group that I saw before seemed to be looking right at me... calling me over. I looked behind but there was no one around me for a few yards. Pointing at myself, they laughed calling me over with their arms. It was an invitation to join them, which with hindsight I probably should have. I raised my hands and brushed them away, and with a smile, they were engulfed in the crowds of a giant marching rainbow. After about 10 minutes the crowd was about halfway past the starting line and as the percussion got further into the distance I decided to try and follow. I walked alongside the march, which was incidentally much faster than being part of it. “Excuse me… Sorry… Mind me…” I said as I moved between the observers celebrating from the sidelines until I reached the percussion section playing samba music for everyone to hear. I slowly, gradually got pushed to the front of the observers and gripped the pavement curb with both feet like there was a terrifying abyss below me. The samba group halfway through their music abruptly paused for a photo with their banner as we moved past the town hall which caused a ripple of bumping people behind. “Oh, my goodness…” I said running onto the road as one man tripped onto his hands. “Are you okay?” I said offering my hand to lift him off the floor. “Cheers. I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going” he said taking my hand and lifting himself from the road. I looked down to see that he had a nasty graze on his shin from where he had hit the ground. “I must have gotten carried away with the music” he laughed but to be honest I could barely hear him and my lip-reading wasn’t great. I pointed to the side of the road at the path and we slowly made our way through the crowd.

“Are you going to be okay?” I asked as he sat on the curb. “Yeh, I must have missed the people in front stopping” he said rolling up his trousers to inspect the damage. I went to my backpack and took out my camping mini-first aid kit. “Ouch! Jesus Christ that hurts more than the fall” he burst out as I dabbed his graze. “Sorry, to be fair it isn’t as bad as I originally thought”. He smiled. “Thanks, I appreciate the help… I’m Ethan by the way”. I dabbed his knee a few more times. “I’m Josh”. He looked at me as I took the cotton ball off his leg, and together we slowly pulled his trouser leg down over the graze. I pulled him to his feet, and as I did so, he fell closer towards me. Our faces nearly touching I could feel his breath on mine. “Thanks,” he said softly under his breath as if we were the only two people here. “No problem” I replied. My eyes slowly moved between his pursed lips and blue eyes. My heart was racing. I could imagine Tim pushing me to get closer, to start something, whatever this thing was. Suddenly a large drum beat kicked in and the crowd bumped and jostled into forward gear along with the two of us, but more importantly, pushing me into the march itself. What was I doing? I’m not supposed to be in here. What if someone saw! What if my family saw! I began to push my way out of the crowd. “Wait” shouted Ethan from behind, attempting to grab my shoulder. It was as though the samba drums had become a catalyst for adrenaline. Chanting loudly to get the hell out. I pushed Ethan’s hand off my shoulder, ran under a large charities pride banner and disappeared into the crowd of observers. A coward maybe... but I wasn’t ready… I just wasn’t. Before I knew it, Ethan and the now disturbing Samba drums disappeared around the corner. I leaned against the wall of the bakery facing the march, bouncing my leg against the wall, with one hand over my head. I’d screwed up. Arguably betrayed myself... for comfort. Sick to my stomach, I waited a few minutes and began to leave to head home. No! I thought. This is what I always do... and what I did to Ethan. I had to face the music... the Samba music. I turned around and merged slowly into the rainbow-covered group again and soon we made our way to the festival grounds.

Buses stood by as taxis and cars battled for the next available parking space. The festival was alive from what was once a local field becoming a factory of lights, colours, smells, and music. The parade dispersed like a splash of water droplets, as people left with their groups to numerous entrance points along the festival’s front. “Hey,” said a voice from behind. “Ethan!” I excitedly announced turning around to discover that it wasn’t Ethan at all. “Sorry mate, no Ethan here” Kyle chuckled. “Who’s this Ethan you want me to be?” I wasn’t about to tell him, Kyle was the gossip of the University LGBTQ+ group. If you told him anything, especially something like… an Ethan… you tell it to the world. “He’s no one,” I said, moving into the entrance line. “Who’s this?” came a woman’s voice from behind. “Josh has a bit on the side called Ethan”. “No I do not! I don’t even have a main part to have a bit on the side” I said pushing the two of them away. “So what you’re saying is, he’s the main course,” said Jane. “Or maybe the starter for something juicier,” said Kyle nudging me. Both of them joining the unfair but equally humorous ridicule. “Can we move on… Please!” I interjected. And with a smug look on both their faces, we moved down the queue and into the festival.

“I could really go for some food” I said looking around at the mass festival interior. “To be fair, I’m famished after all that parade dancing” agreed Jane “How about we go grab a burger before we hit the bars”. It was a little early for drinks in my opinion, but that was hardly surprising for Jane. She took both me and Kyle in arms and marched us towards the burger stand. “What’ll it be?” said a tall bulky man inside. Looking at the laminated menu on the wall of the van, I ordered a cheeseburger and a side of chips. The man turned, flipped some burgers and passed them to his young daughter who added salad and ketchup. “Here you go,” said the young girl. I took my burger and stepped aside for Kyle and Jane to collect their orders. When over my shoulder, in the distance, I saw a man in a purple shirt and blue jeans waving at me. Was that… It was! Ethan! But to my disappointment, he was already with a group of guys, and before I knew it, he turned to walk away. I raised my hand and with a gleaming face waved to see if he could see me, dropping my burger onto the grass against my feet. He didn’t see, luckily enough, but the girl in the burger van did. Her hard work putting lettuce in a bun was face down collecting additional grass salad. I picked up my burger, looked over my shoulder to see Ethan turned away, looked back at the girl and put the burger back into the cardboard container. Starring me down, the girl got off her stool and went to make more burgers with her dad.

Now I’m sure grass-covered meat is delicious, but it’s not really my thing, so as we moved away from the van, I picked the additional salad off of my burger. “Hey you two… who… is… he?” Kyle said drawing everyone's attention to Ethan's group. Ethan had turned around and was smiling at me. I gave a little wave against my chest. “No way! That’s your Ethan!” said Jane apparently shocked I could be attracting such a guy. “I guess,” I said finishing my little wave with a grin on my face. Kyle leant over to me. “Aren’t you going over there? The guy is steamy!”. “I might later” I said looking at my bag. “Might later!” Kyle said, “Well if you’re not going over there, I’m going to take a shot at those skin-tight jeans” he said standing on his feet. I pulled him back down forcefully. “You do realise he’s into you right! He can’t stop looking over here,” Jane said, and she was right. He did keep looking over, at me of all people. “I don’t know... Maybe he is” I could feel myself getting hard just thinking about the two of us touching as we nearly had in the parade. The two of them, after minutes of debate and denial, convinced me to head to the circus tent to catch up with Ethan’s group.

I waited in line eyeing Ethan out of the corner of my eye, he did look good, and each time he would look over I would casually with heart racing pretend I hadn’t noticed him. Eventually, he came over to me, and probably unconvincingly, I acted as though I had just happened to have seen him too. “Josh” he said shouldering next to me in the queue. Just touching him was enough to send electric sparks running. “Oh… no… umm… way” I said turning my body into his. “I thought… I didn’t” he stuttered, looking at my lips. The two of us stuck in a sexual false start. My dick pressed up against the denim. I looked down to see his pushing against mine as we moved closer to each other by the crowds of people. I looked up to find our faces as they were before, close enough to feel the warmth of his body, the smell of his neck, and the depths of his eyes. “I’m… so sorry… I left you” I said turning my head to fit his. He pulled me into his arms and wrapped his neck around mine. The sharp prickles of his beard, dug themselves forcefully into my skin, anchoring our bodies together. We held each other for a while... a while longer than a normal hug between friends. I could feel his body pulsing against mine. Just wanting the trousers to be removed so that our dicks could wrap around each other like snakes, twisting and mashing. Ethan pulled himself from our embrace but stayed close to me. “Do you want to come with me? I have tickets already” he said taking two orange pieces of paper from his pocket and then placing them back inside. “Sure, I would… umm… that’d be nice”. He leant over to pick up two bags of popcorn he had left on the side. We made our way to the circus entrance corner where we could see people entering. Ethan jostled his popcorn to try to get a hand free for the tickets. “Can you…?”. I looked at him alarmed. My hand could not have been so nervous. “Sure,” I said, as I moved behind him and dipped my soft hand into his pocket. There were two tickets being pushed against by the force of his dick. Shuddering and with our eyes closed I pulled one ticket out at a time, just so that I could go back in again. He didn’t mind. In fact, on the second ticket, as I slipped my soft male hands into his groin, I could feel his neck shake.

--- Skipping Point ---

The circus seemed more like a formality at this point, and I was in need of a different type of grass-covered meat. As the tension between us grew, Ethan suddenly pushed me off his body and stormed into me against the circus tent wall. Hand pressed tightly against my neck he forced the air out of my airways and dug his mouth into my skin like a limpet. It was happening! It was actually happening! Never had I wanted to be choked an inch from my life more. I let out a stuttered gasp and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. His whole chest buried into mine and his other arm pulled my hips into his. My arms initially flayed trying to make sense of what was happening, only for them and my legs to warp around him as he engrained me deeper into the tent fabric. I could feel his teeth scraping against my neck and as they dug, my fingers massaged the muscles in his back feeling every ridge and cavern. Like a wet tree branch, my dick pulled and dragged against my denim jeans forcefully trying to be released. “Let’s go back to my tent” I said pulling his head off my neck to taste the depths of his tongue. It was the hottest make-out session I had ever had. Our tongues wet with saliva, dripped and slid across one another seeing how far they could go to choke the other. Ethan gripped my tongue with his lips and pulled, draining every last drop of saliva he could from my tongue. And so I did the same to him. Tugging against his tongue, I felt drops of him dripping into my mouth, mixing with me, becoming something… new. It was enough to make me salivate more, swallowing the slutty concoction down my tight throat.

We made our way to the campsite, got some drinks, set up our tent and waited until nightfall. The festival was coming to an end, and whilst there were lots of people still out drinking, we seemed to be alone on the hill overlooking the lights of the festival. I lay down looking out at the colourful lights from our tent, propped up by a small tree stump. Ethan came out from the tent and sat beside me. “The soup is nearly ready” he said sitting down next to me. He moved his arm around my body holding me against his shirt. The lights flickered in the distance, with people dancing like ants to a faint beat from the festival speakers. I lay my head against his chest, moved my hand inside his shirt, and rest it against his nipple. “I’ve done a lot today,” I said proudly. “You’ve been very good” he said moving his arm down my side. I had been good, I’d pushed myself to be part of something I never thought I could, but I knew what he meant… I was a good boy… his good boy. My hand pinched his nipple and twisted, tugging against his powerful chest every degree. As I turned, his grip grew stronger, and his hands held me tighter. I felt secure in him and wanted him to be... secure inside me. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal two large shaved chest muscles and let the cloth drape over his arms. He lay back against the tree stump as I moved my mouth over his chest plucking him with my teeth and soothing his hard sharp nipples with my soft wet tongue. His body felt like a mountain to climb, something strong to fuck and be fucked by. A literal mass of sexual tension that my little... virgin... wet... mouth needed to suck. As I bit and licked his chest, he held my head in his palm guiding it to new places to explore. Slowly, over time, I could feel his hips thrusting against my body in long slow movements, pulling our dicks into each other. I pulled myself away from him and crawled like an animal in front of him.

Looking out over the lights of the festival, I took off my shirt. I was attractive enough if a little on the lean side. My skin was soft and cold to the touch needing warm attention. I felt the cold evening wind blow against my skin as I threw my shirt to the side and stretched my back and arms out into the gentle night wind. After a moment, and giving Ethan time to watch me, I took my trousers off, throwing them and my underwear into the pile and returned to all fours. Digging my soft hands into the dirty... gritty... soil, I looked out at the colours of the festival as the cold air swept down my back and over the curves of my butt. My butt was definitely the best part of my body. It was plush, bouncy and firm like a smooth pillow. I let it shape in front of Ethan for a while. Leaning forwards and backwards and occasionally leaving all fours to stroke my legs. I felt intense attention, something I would have hated before, but this was nice. I liked him looking at me and especially wanting me. I turned around and walked on all fours up to him like a cat stalking its prey. He kept his eyes on me and licked his lip. Arching and puffing up his chest, he opened his trousers and pushed them down off his legs to reveal the biggest, thickest dick I had seen forcefully push his trousers from his body to bounce midair between his legs. I gripped the soil with nervous anticipation. Maybe I had been a little overconfident in my control of the situation? To take on and submit to such a large task made me salivate with electric fear. I crawled on all fours, arching round between his legs to tease him with a look at my naked body crawling through the grass. He opened his legs wider to let me through and as I approached my eyes bulged from my sockets as his dick became more and more real as it got closer. I wasn’t sure my mouth was big enough. Who am I kidding? I wasn’t sure that I was big enough. “You’re pretty big,” I said sniffing up against his leg like a cat. “You’re pretty cute,” he said back. My dick responded. He thought I was cute! He stroked my head as I made my way licking and kissing his leg up from his calf to his ball. He smelt musky like burning wood, with the warmth of coal, and the texture of male leather. He arched his groin as I met him. Giving me full access to him on all fours. I licked each ball. Focusing as I went. Letting them sit on my tongue. Feeling him. As his dick would lose control and slap against my face, leaving wet pre-cum spots that dripped down my head. His balls soon became firmer and harder to bounce on my tongue. I sucked around them, one at a time with my soft little lips. Pulling them as I did with the velvety texture of my tongue rubbing them inside my mouth as they were pulled from his body. I could tell he liked it as he arched his body away from me, pulling his balls further apart, forcing me to press my lips against his sack harder. “Oh fuck!” he gasped as I looked up at him from behind his pulsing dick. His hands scratched against the bark of the tree stump. I realised as I went to the next ball... I had control? I had control! Over him! He took the back of his hand, brushing it across my face as I tugged his ball away again. His mouth opened wide and his head fell back with his eyes showing immense pleasure. His balls were wet with my saliva. Wet with Me. I dropped his ball from my mouth, and with my dirty soily hands, I pulled up his legs and spat down his shaft bubbling with foam as it slid off his balls.

Getting closer to his dick, his arms gripped against his legs replacing my hands. I saw how he gripped himself, digging and pulling with his hands. His dick slashed the air, cutting the wind, and forcing itself towards me. My head moved towards it, without will. I was just drawn to it like a… big… magnet. The tip glistened with pre-cum, his shaft was strong, filling with blood and pumping itself. Forcing the smell of irresistible testosterone to fill the air. Before I knew what I was doing, I wiped the tip across my cheek, covering it with a streak of delicious cum that followed it all the way to my ear. I turned and smelt the base of his shaft, inhaling a thick musk in my lungs that made my body shake. His hand stroked my head. “You’re such a good boy” Ethan moaned, rubbing the pre-cum from my check onto his knuckles. He held them out against my nose. It smelt like his dick, which made me shiver more. I dug my fingers into the soil. My dick was already as large as it could go, forcing itself to bounce upside down against my abs. I licked his rough… salty… wet… knuckles. I shook, biting them lightly with my upper teeth, resting his fist in my mouth... licking... trying to get every last piece of him inside me. But the taste of him slowly disappeared, and his dick now looked more appetising than ever... but still just as large.

I lay down on the ground. My dick sunk into the dirt. My whole soft body was covered in soil as the warm evening wind flowed over my naked butt. His eyes looked like they wanted me. Starring between my muddy body and my clean curved arse. I pulled his dick down with my hand, resting the tip slightly against my lips. It looked even bigger than before as it throbbed against my upper lip. He looked at me, and I looked back at him. I needed to be ready for this. I was ready for this. I wanted this! I leant deep into his dick, letting the tip force my lips apart as they slid salty manhood across my mouth… inside and out. Fucking hell, this was thick. My mouth was filled quickly, and I hadn’t even gotten to the depth. His hands moved to cover both my ears. All of a sudden, the wind, the music beats, everything went. All I could hear was the roughness of his palms and the suction of his dick slopping with saliva around my mouth. He pulled my head an inch deeper and my eyes bulged as the tip hit the back of my throat. I still had inches to go until I hit the base, there was no way this was going to fit. I looked up at him with fear and excitement in my eyes. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he moaned. I grabbed his waist with my hands. This was going to be tight. Closing my eyes I pushed his dick down my tight virgin throat. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, letting the shaft flow with no resistance straight down… all the way… down. My eyes teared up with stress, which just made his dick fill my throat more and more. At the base, I shut my mouth. Although I was submissive to him at this moment, I was in control. I could hear the popping of the air escaping my throat as his dick bowed down to my virgin body. I could hear the blood rushing through his palms as he gripped my head tighter in erotic fear. I heard the slush of my saliva as it wiped his shaft like waves and pulled his pre-cum down into my stomach. Starting slow, I pulled his dick and with suction from my throat it pulled wet like a snake out of my throat… then back in… then out… then in… then out… in… out… in… faster… faster… pulling… tugging… sliding… faster. His hands moved from my head to holding the stump for support, and suddenly the world became noisy again. “Fuck… Oh… Shit… What are… Fuck…” he said tearing bark from the stump. I gagged and squirmed, making spluttering sounds as his dick became more and more part of my anatomy.

Then as I hit the fastest speed I could, pulling his dick, peeling the skin from his shaft with my tight throat. He took his foot against my chest, kicking me back into the mud. I pulled myself from the grass confused and dirty, as he stood up like a mountain of muscle standing over me. His dick dripped in my juices, and now he was going to make me bow down to him... which I already was. His hand rolled me onto all fours. Mud and grass covered my body like a dirty little animal, whilst his wet thick dick shadowed over my butt. He opened my cheek with his hand. I looked out over the night sky, down at all the people we had been with earlier in the day. The freedom of the festival. As his dick forced my tight arse around him to fit his needs. Quickly, without any hesitation, he pushed all the way to the base of his dick. I felt his whole manhood fill my body till his legs hit forcefully against my cheeks. I coughed and gagged. It was the strangest sexual feeling… and I liked the pain. He slapped me with his pelvis, harder and harder, filling and pushing against my organs. The veins of his dick rubbed and pumped his testosterone against my hole. My nails tore against the rocks under me and my head sunk between my shoulders. I felt like crying. I loved it. I panted, holding myself in position as he rammed me hard. I was so horny I could cum any second, and so apparently could he. The smacks of his body against my cheeks suddenly increased as he grabbed my shoulders pulling me in harder and harder. Then in the climax, he held himself in place and his dick throbbed hard inside me. I felt a hard stream of liquid fill my body like steamy milk. Pulling his dick from me, he fell onto his back in the grass. Cum dripped from my body. I tightened myself to keep it inside. I could feel his warmth in me and I wanted to cum over him. Looking at such a dominating pillar lying on the ground gasping in sensitivity, I stepped over him and taking my dick in my hand rubbed a stream of cum over his open mouth. Looking straight into my eyes, his tongue collected me, falling, and splashing against his mouth. I fell onto him, my hand on his chest and balls against his stomach. Panting we both looked out… holding and caressing our panting connected bodies over the festival lights… I rest on his chest… as he held me in his arms... until we started round two… a few moments later.