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Erotica: Streets Of Pride

Erotica: Streets Of Pride

The parade always falls on one of the hottest days of the year. It doesn’t matter how many squirt guns are used or if you have a big rainbow parasol to hide under, standing around the Pride parade is always a hot hot hot event. And there are always so many hot hot hot people. How can I choose just one (for now)?

After the last float rides past our area, people start to disperse. Back to the parties, back to the street. But she catches my eye. Specifically, her ass catches my eye! She lingers on the edge of the parade, elbows perched up against the steel barrier. I join her, looking at the empty street.

“I look forward to this every year,” she sighs. Her dark skin glows with a mild gleam of sweat. She pushes her blonde bangs out of her face. “I can’t imagine our world without this celebration...but at the same time, we need a world that doesn’t need these memories.”

I look at her and take in those words. So many others are taking this week to party and imbibe and just have a great time wherever they fall under the big, LGBTQ banner. That’s what I’ve been doing and I can only imagine someone as hot as her has had her share of fun as well. But this moment has bonded us. This recognition of our world has brought me back to the meaning of things a little.

At the same time, her sensitivity and community spirit has also made me even hotter for her than I was before. And she knows it by my lingering looks.

“Don’t get me wrong, baby, I’m also here and down to fuck. Oh god yes. I just hope people really remember that is just one of the things we’re fighting for.”

She turns and walks away. But stops. She knows I’m watching her so she turns around.

“You coming?”

I sure hope so.

People are still around all of the streets, but that doesn’t matter. These are our street right now, and I take her hand. But when she said she was down to fuck, she meant it. She whirls me around and pulls me in tight. As her tongue enters my mouth, I feel her penis twitch against my thigh. I am so glad I am turning her on too because my own cock is already rock hard! She slips a hand down between us and feels it. I feel the gasp in her breath.

We know we need a space, somewhere, anywhere as soon as possible. I can already imagine her big dick in my throat. She points to one alley down a sidestreet. I can’t imagine it will be unoccupied at a time like this, but he take our chances. Frankly, I’ll do whatever I can do get under her skirt right now.

We rush to find a bit of space. Other horny couples are full of the same idea. More people on their knees here than any church I’ve ever been in! Finally, we snag enough of a spot. Sure, there are other sexy folks in sight, but we don’t care. Both of us are bursting with passion—Pride Passion! And she’s going to burst first, if I have anything to do with it!

I back her up to the wall and reach right between her legs. That cock is now huge, hard and ready to go. I circle it with my fingers and give a little squeeze. She hummms a sweet purr and guides me on. I can’t believe I was just looking at her beautiful ass a few minutes ago—and now I’m going on her.

She lifts up her skirt to give me full access to that bulging dick and her glorious balls. I take a moment to just rub my face over all of them. Sweaty, fucking sexy. She leans back as I zero in and prepare to take all of her into my mouth.

I have never sucked a cock like I did hers. I didn’t know how much I could fit when her head seemed to stretch my lips. But I took it. I took as much of that amazing meat in my mouth and I worked it for all I was worth. All of my Pride, all of my pleasure of being a queer man came out through my mouth that moment.

All all of her Pride came into my mouth. I didn’t have to suck long, but I must have really done a great job because I felt load after load of hot cum coating my mouth. She put a hand on my head, imploring me not to pull back. But there’s not way. I wanted every drop of her juice. Right at this moment, it was the nectar of my queer life.

She pulled me up and pulled me into a deep and salty kiss. We shared her cum in our mouths.

“That was great baby, but why don’t we finish this at my place?”

I ask how far because my cock is burst my shorts. I want to get off too.

She smiles and points. “Just over there, sexy.” And with a wink, she adds “I just wanted to make sure we claim the streets like we’re supposed to today.”

Adjusting that skirt, she walks ahead. And, damn right, I follow right behind.

About Jon Pressick
Jon Pressick

Jon Pressick is the sex community's international gadabout and Cherry Banana's writer in residence. An award-winning sex writer and blogger, Jon is the editor of the critically-acclaimed Best Sex Writing of the Year, Volume 1. He is a frequent contributor to Cherry Banana with a range of sex-related content and his writing has appeared in numerous magazines and books, as well as all across the Internet. Jon is also a co-host and producer of the long-running sex radio show Sex City. You can keep up with his many sex-related articles here at Cherry Banana or at his own blog, Sex in Words.

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