9. Pride Parade
The jeans fitted like a glove. Made with thicker rubber, they were heavy, beautiful finished and featured a sailor fly and a rear zip. The front fly flap formed a shallow pouch, and covered an inner panel with a ring opening through which my cock and balls were drawn. Two thin straps inside this secured my ‘tackle’ in a way that was comfortable and prevented them being displaced.
“The zips have locks?” I asked looking at the four small padlocks laid next to the finished jeans.
“Yup.” Marco grinned. “Keeps your assets nice and safe.” Marco winked. “You’ll be surrounded by letcherous queers … you know what they say about us! So, these jeans are a sort of chastity belt.”
“They look … amazing.” I managed, feeling my arousal. I knew what he meant, we sold a line of ‘Chastity Shorts’ with exactly this crotch arrangement.
“They’ll look even better on.” Marco laughed. “Go on, try them. You can change while I get myself a coffee.”
Having an erection actually helped getting myself through the crotch opening and the straps fastened.
“How’s it feel?” Marco returned as I finished fastening the flies.
“Fantastic,” I replied. They certainly did. Even with my now full erection strapped and confined behind the sailor fly flap.
“Good.” Marco regarded the fit critically as I pivoted on the spot at his instruction. “Go and show lover boy Colin.” He grinned, slapping my butt. “If he doesn’t drop his load as soon as he sees you …” He laughed. “I’ll take up religion!”
As I pushed my feet into my trainers, he frowned.
“You can’t wear trainers with those! Got to be a pair of Docs. You got some?”
“No. Haven’t got the money for a pair at the minute.”
“Then I’ll lend you a pair. What size are you?” He demanded as I hesitated.
“No, I’ll buy you a pair,” Colin said from behind me. He whistled. “Holy cow! I’m going to have to keep you under lock and key if you go out in those!”
“Look who’s talking! The man who invited me to go on the Pride March with him — and now he wants to lock me away!” I could see from his jeans he found my new look incredibly sexy. I decided to tease him a little. “Do I get the feeling you like me in these?”
“Like you ..?” He broke into a laugh. “You look like a wet dream, you devil — and you know it!” His arms slid round my waist and his kiss said more than words could possibly manage.
“Enough of that, you two,” Marco interrupted with a laugh. “Alex, honestly now. Is the cut comfortable? They may be rubber, but thick stuff like that, can be restrictive. If you can prise yourself free of lover boy — do a couple of squats and knee bends.”
He was right. He’d used a one and a half millimetre thick rubber, and the reinforcing at the seams, and where the zips were fixed, did reduce the flexibility, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The heavy zip through the rear pulled hard into my crack as I did a squat. It actually felt good. I said so.
“Okay,” Marco said with a wink. “Fit your locks and wear ‘em home.” Handing me the small padlocks, he added, “Don’t lose your keys. Cutting these off isn’t an option.”
“Ready to go?” Colin asked as I answered the door. Like me he wore the tailored rubber jeans with the sailor fly, and a matching teeshirt with the rubber pride flag printed on the front, and a rubber ‘bomber’ jacket with a thin ‘fleece’ lining. Beneath the rubber jacket I knew his shirt had the GearFet logo and our website address on the back of the shirt. Admiring me as I admired his outfit, he smiled. “I knew it. Sexy as hell. Where are your keys?” Tapping his camera, he added, “I’m going to get a lot of photos of my favourite rubberist today.”
“I hope I can get some of you!” I retorted. “Here are my keys.” I held out the ring with the four small keys. “I’m giving them to you. My key holder. If I’m going to be locked into these jeans I need a key holder.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” Kissing me he opened a small wallet on his belt, and fished out another set of keys. “Here are mine.” His grin widened. “Guess we have to look after each other now — I need you to let me out, and you need me.” Stowing my keys, he watched as I put his away safely. “Come on, we’ve a bus to catch.”
The bus ride was fun, though a little embarrassing at first as we got a lot of stares and some disapproving looks, but a few smiles as well. Along the route, the bus picked up several more people heading for the parade, and by the time we got to our stop, our rubber outfits were the most ‘ordinary’ on view.
“Is it always like this?” I asked as we followed a group of guys in super hero lycra suits, and several OTT transvestites toward the assembly point.
“Always.” Colin laughed. “There’s Gene and Rob, so the others must be around somewhere as well.”
“Right behind you,” Jerry’s voice startled us. “Damn! You two look …”
“Marco outdid himself,” Gene commented eying my jeans, his smile widening. Like us he wore rubber, though his trousers were more like casual slacks, and the ‘company’ teeshirt. “Wally and Ernest have our banner, we’ll take turns holding the poles and the rest of us can walk behind it.”
“Sounds good.” Jerry shifted a backpack onto his shoulder. “I’ve got water for everyone here, and Marco reserved a table at the Milano just round the corner from the park at the end of the parade route.”
The crowd was now swelling and the outfits and costumes were amazing — for me at least. Some clearly meant to be completely outrageous, many simply just what the wearer felt appropriate. Marshalls began ushering walkers into order, here and there interspersed by ‘floats’ on trailers drawn by decorated tractors or trucks. Bands gathered, some to march and some to ride a trailer, the atmosphere becoming more and more like a carnival as it took shape.
The GearFet crew found ourselves joining a large group of rubber men and women and my and Colin’s jeans came in for a lot of attention until, finally, the parade started. It followed a circular route, and we were led by a large block of military men and women all proudly in uniform and each service headed by officers. Crowds lined the route, most enjoying the show and calling encouragement or simply laughing and joking with us, here and there — and you could tell what to expect by the unobtrusive concentration of police officers — there were the usual thugs and religious types, but they were a minority. Most of the onlookers laughed, clapped or cheered as we passed.
It was huge fun and, to my surprise, I enjoyed myself — even when someone in the crowd called out to demand I show off my rear. I did, to the cheers and laughter of the crew. The route took us back to the other end of the park from which we’d started. Here we mingled, handing out cards advertising our website, and posing for photos with other marchers until Marco rounded us all up and steered us toward the restaurant.
Colin got into a private — difficult in a crowd — conversation with a rather aristocratic gent in rubber slacks and rainbow teeshirt. When he rejoined me he looked excited and happier than he had for a while.
“Tell you later,” he replied to my question about who it was, and I dropped it.
We followed Jerry to the restaurant. It was crowded, but we got ‘the treatment’, because the place was run by a cousin of Marco’s. The meal was superb and we enjoyed being teased about having, to accompany each other to the toilet.
It was late when Colin and I made it back to the flat. The event had been a revelation for me. More than that, I felt I’d crossed a Rubicon. My outfit had been admired, I’d been complimented, and best of all, I no longer felt ashamed of who I was. Now I was one of the guys, unashamed, part of GeartFet, with a lover who was teaching me and helping me grow up. It had been a fantastic day.
We’d shared a taxi with Wally and Ernest, and we were both tired, but feeling on top of the world. He leaned against the back of my front door.
“Mind if I stay here tonight?” He asked.
“Mind if I..?” I stopped, then grinned, still enjoying the slightly fuzzy feeling induced by a couple of glasses of really good Italian wine. “You mean you hadn’t planned to?” Stepping closer, I put my hands on his hips and leaned in to kiss him. “I insist. On condition you share the bed with me …” my tongue explored his mouth. “Like you did the very first time …”
“Your wish is …” he responded. “Come with me …” he added, pulling my jacket down so my arms were ‘trapped’ before he gripped my waist, turned me and pulled me tight against his front. “Up to the bed, you sexy man …”
Laughing, I let him steer, enjoying the feel of his arousal through the the front of his jeans against the zip through my butt. In the living room we began the process of undressing each other, taking our time and enjoying the process. Words were unnecessary, we both knew instinctively what we needed to do, pausing between stages to kiss, pet and fondle until we were both naked, sporting erections.
Pinning me against the breakfast bar, he pressed himself against me, our erections between us as his mouth covered mine in a demanding kiss. Our leaking precum coated us both, as. Holding him against me, I whispered, “Here … or on the bed, my love?”
“Which would you like, my darling?” He replied, his voice hoarse with desire, his teeth gently nipping my neck as he finished.
“Take me upstairs, beloved,” I managed. “Take me upstairs and … enjoy me however you want …”
The spiral stairs took what felt like forever to climb, but then he had me on my back on the bed, my cock in his mouth as he worked to give me the ‘head’ I so much enjoyed with him. He’s an absolute artist at giving head, and tonight, despite my being supercharged by a day in the sexiest rubber jeans I’d ever imagined, and surrounded by people showing off their sex and their fetish, he managed to prolong the experience until I was begging him to make me cum.
Licking his lips, he straddled my thighs as I recovered my breath, and grinned, his hands on my shoulders. “What would you like next, my love?” He asked softly.
“Would you …” I began, my hands resting on his hips as I took in his stiff member, precum still leaking and unrequited. “It’s a long time since … you felt so good inside …”
He read my mind.
“You’d like me to fuck you?” Bending down, he kissed my nose. “The way we made love your first time?”
“Yes, love. It felt … wonderful, to be so completely under your control and to have you inside me …” Grinning, I added, “The hood’s in the night stand … and the cuffs if you like. Just let me go …”
“Let you go? No way.” He grinned. “Like the first time means … hood’s in the nightstand?” He had the draw open and the hood out. “No, my love, we’re going to do this properly.” Deftly slipping the hood onto my head, he zipped it closed, his mouth found mine in a kiss. “Now we head to the bathroom …”
As he’d done the first time, he gave me an enema, then washed me and lubed me up. Taking my hand he placed it on his rigid erection.
“Hold it, my love. Get to know the feel of it … because it is dedicated to you now …”
On the bed, he arranged me on my back, once again enjoyed kissing and sucking on my hardening member, then had me spread my legs and raise them, lifted my butt onto a pillow, and had me hook my knees over his shoulders …
“Ah!” I gasped as his cock stretched my muscle. “Mmm, oooh yes,” I moaned as he sank into me, my hands found his butt cheeks and pulled him toward me. “Yes, my love! Yes … Oh, you feel so good …”
He did feel good, even better than the first time. He felt right as he thrust that beautiful member deep and slowly pulled back before thrusting deep again. What it did to my gland is indescribable, and it got better as he increased his pace, until finally ramming himself fully into me. I felt the pulse in his cock as he shot his load. My own cock exploded in sympathy, my cum spraying over my chest and hitting my face.
“Oh god,” I gasped. “Oh god, oh god … that’s unbelievably good …” His mouth cut me off as he engulfed me in a kiss. I was barely aware of his withdrawal from my opening. This was the second time we’d made love with him fucking me, and I stretched now savouring the feeling of relaxed euphoria it induced in me. My whole body seemed to glow, and the fabulous feeling of happiness grew as I lay there.
Lowering my legs, his kisses become gentle licks as he first cleaned the cum from my face and then from my chest. It was so gentle and so loving that I could do nothing but murmur my pleasure and my love as he worked until he was turning me on my side and spooning himself tight to my back. Pulling the duvet over us, he whispered.
“Sleep now, you gorgeous boy.” His lips touched my shoulder in a kiss. “And keep the hood on,” he added, playfully nibbling my neck. “It’ll help you dream.”
“Mmmm,” I mumbled. “Thank you, love … I feel … it feels soooo good to be fucked by you. Promise me …”
“Whenever you want it, love,” he whispered. “Now sleep, my beautiful Alex.”
