With these two cocks pressing on me at both ends, you would think I would've been hard as steel. It wasn't until I looked over at my brother, pursing his lips and grabbing at his crotch ever so subtly. That brought me to attention -- knowing he was watching, lusting, wanting. I got wood for Brian, and only Brian.
After Gloria's flourish, I was about to walk off the dance floor when I felt two strong hands grab my waist and pull me back into him. I spun around quickly, to see Brian's dark visage in the glitter ball lit room.
Just at the moment when I thought we might kiss, he let go of one of my hands and reached out for the smaller of the two men I was previously dancing with, and pulled him around to my backside. Now we three were grinding slowly to "I'm the Only One", albeit ironically.
I usually belt out the lyrics, but not this time. I was totally entranced by my brother's eyes. Then it happened -- he grabbed my smaller hands in just one of his and held them behind my back, stroking my ass with the other, and he pulled us aside.
Then the hard, well-defined, intense kiss.
I think we went at it for 10 minutes right there off of the dancefloor. His free hand slapped my ass so hard, and with those muscles, I expected pain, but it felt SO good.
At that point, he pulled me outside to the car.
We sat down in the vehicle quickly and started kissing again, leaning over the gearshift, encumbered. That didn't stop me from reaching over to unzip his pants -- and at that moment I thanked the heavens for boxer shorts, because the button was open and his cock popped right up, ready for my lips.
Effortlessly, he held the back of my head and pulled me into him, and him into me. I took his eight-inch cock all the way down my throat, and as I pulled up, I lathered him with my tongue along the shaft back up to the head. There is nothing like a circumcised black dick when you love to suck guys off. This was my thing, it was all me, and I owned his dick.
I fought his pants down with my other hand and found his smooth and warm balls, cradling them like eggs that could be broken. With my fingers I traced his veins and tickled him using the tips. All the while I was sucking him, up and down using every skill I had. Little creamy nibbles of the head, running my teeth up and down the shaft.
My step was throwing his head back in euphoric cliché and moaning in his deep melodic voice. His hands never left the back of my head. This was common, but with Brian there was an element of ownership, of strength, a message that I was ALL his.
He was moaning louder, and louder still, until he was getting very close to cumming. He then held onto my head even harder, as clearly he wanted me to swallow his load, and I had no choice in the matter. Happily, though, I swallowed down every creamy, salty drop. As he came, Brian cried out, "Suck it down you whore, take it all," over and over. He said it, maybe four or five times, starting as a growl, until the last was more of a purr.
And then he was putty.
My brother drove me home, and as he pulled up to my apartment he said, "I enjoyed our evening, Jay. I'll come to pick you up Sunday at 7 so we can drive to the Pride festival. Don't forget your posters, and expect a hell of a day!"
He laughed, then smirked at me, and I started to get out of the car. He pulled me back to him for a last, heavy, passionate kiss. I was envisioning his tongue elsewhere, and I started to get too hot again. I made myself break away, collected my stuff, and got out of the car. He watched me as I entered my building and then sped away.
Needless to say, I was crazed from all of the stimulation that night, and I was somewhat disappointed that my stepbrother hadn't even touched me.
Well, okay, technically he touched me, but he didn't really touch me, you know?
I ran up the stairs to my apartment on the second floor, went in and directly to my bedroom. I took my usual, habitual place, sitting on the bed, grabbed lube from my nightstand, closed my eyes and envisioned my stepbrother's attention turned on me. His passion was intense, and my thoughts got as far as kissing, groping, and undressing. With the first stroke of his hand down my back, I came fast, with a release that would typically suffice.
But this one simply ignited my fever for Brian.
I couldn't wait until Pride. Three days away. I could make it for three days.
At least, I thought.
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The next two nights, I was miserable. I could not get my brother out of my mind.
I got all my pride gear ready to go. I was wearing Bermuda shorts with rainbow patches on them, as a mere cover for the breakout viewing of my rainbow-striped Speedo. My top was a white tank that said "MILK", in honor of Harvey Milk.
How awesome would this shirt look against Brian's milky brown skin?
I couldn't help but waft away in that image. I already had my rainbow flags to carry, and the rainbow chains were ready on my dresser. On Sunday morning, I heard the horn, grabbed up all my items and ran outside to my own personal 007.
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When I got to the car, Brian came out to greet me and kissed me long and hard, grabbing me in the crotch all the while. I wished we could've gone back inside, but we had a parade to get to, and girls never miss a parade!
On the way to the bay, we listened to music, talked about our favorite foods, and were sidetracked in every conversation by either my daze, as I was transfixed on his biceps, or by his right hand creeping up my thigh.
Either way, the ride was both too long and too short. I had no means of anticipating how we would behave in public, but I hoped we would misbehave significantly.
When we got to the area of the parade, it took forever to find a spot. Finally, we did, and running late as we were, we had to find our PFLAG group to march with very quickly.
We found our people, and as we organized and broke out in our different chapters, I could tell that Brian was sticking very close to me, as if to let everyone know I belonged to him. He held my hand, or my waist, but we never went without contact.
From the roar of Dykes on Bikes to the finale at the park, the parade was a blast, and hundreds of thousands of people waved and gave the elders in our PLAG group more hugs than I'd had in the past five years! It was emotional and cathartic, and when it was all said and done, it was a tremendous experience, but mostly because I'd shared it with my brother.
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As our group disbanded at the festival, Brian pulled me into an alleyway. He pushed me up against an exterior wall, holding my hands firmly at my sides. He leaned to his side, where he had a satchel hanging over his shoulder. Digging through the satchel, he finally produced a rhinestone-studded collar in rainbow colors!
It was beautiful… but… what…
And before I could ask what it was for, he'd secured this collar around my neck and hooked a leash to it. Taking the handle himself, Brian said, "This is so you don't leave my sight… and so all of the sexy men here know you belong to me."
With my collar and leash in place, I think Brian was much more prepared for the festivities. I was kind of uncertain, but willing to go along with the role-play. And so I did.
He disrobed down to his proud Calvin Klein's, and got my shorts off quick, with my throbbing aching dick right there. Damn though, he didn't touch it, even though he did get close enough with his face for me to feel the heat from his hot breath. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck standing up; I was stimulated and ready for anything and everything.
Brian shoved everything else into his bag, and all that could be seen were his Calvin's and my Speedos, a leash, collar, necklaces, chains, and other rainbow regalia. Ready to greet the hot men of San Francisco in living color, we walked the couple of blocks to the festival.
My hot step walked about four paces ahead of me and held his arm up with the leash handle proudly in his hands, parading his boy toy around for all to see. He was CLEARLY my master, and I went, saw, drank, ate, and breathed by his every command.
And I loved it.
He paid our cover at the gate and we walked into the thick d
ense crowd, where men from all walks of life were scantily clad, adorning rainbows and boas, chaps and chest harnesses, cock rings and braziers. It was a day when the transgendered, lesbians and gay men meandered around acreage of vendors and porta-potties, ticket and beer stands, and the all-forgiving, sexual liberation of the Fairy Free Zone.
In the past I had learned that most people I knew gravitated to that infamous huge white tent at some point during the day. But I, myself, had never been.
Maybe I'd been a prude for way too long. Or maybe I was saving my raging sexuality for the right man, the right situation, the right place and time…
Whatever kept me from crossing the threshold of the Zone, I was in the right situation NOW. I wanted to have the experience with my black Adonis leading the way.
I saw the tent from two blocks away. We carved a path through the drunken, dancing crowd, and got to the opening of the tent. This was not a normal tent entryway, it was a maze of cement and wooden barricades, with warning signs that read: "You must be 18+ to enter". Also, what seemed like a warning: "You are about to enter the Fairy Free Zone". I didn't have a clue where I was being led. I've never been good at reading between the lines.
Then we got to the real entrance. Holy shit! Men and women were totally naked, some of their bodies beautifully painted, strolling arm in arm, dancing to the house music, and fooling around all over the grassy knoll.
I was drawn to the left of the stage, but Brian pulled me off to the right. He emphatically asked me what I wanted to do. I told him, "I want to see what those guys are doing over there," and motioned to the left.
He turned to me, choked up on the leash forcefully, and replied, "Tough baby; I decide what we do."
I was sort of surprised, but turned on by his deep, guttural growl.
"I… I thought you said…"
He led me past the right side of the stage where a DJ was flipping vinyl, and told me to get down on my knees, right there in the crowd of exposed bodies. I did as he demanded. Then down on all fours.
I was getting really stimulated, and so was he. As I was getting into the doggy position, he paced around me like a virile lion. Then he stopped right in front of my face, pulled my head up and demanded, "Take them off."
I understood he wanted me to take off his underwear.
"Yessir!"
I pulled them down so fast, he was a bit taken aback! I motioned to take what was a wonderful eight-plus inch cock into my mouth, and he stepped back so I couldn't reach him, teasing me. Then he walked around to my ass, and I felt his fingers on the back of my neck. He stroked my back lightly in one fluid motion, stopping at my Speedo.
He circled around in front of me again and then reached into his satchel, pulling out what looked similar to a riding crop. I had no idea what was coming next.
He walked around my left side, stroking my flank and back with the leather-fringed edge of the crop. He then slid the crop into my Speedos and pulled them down to my knees. As he was doing this, I caught a glimpse, in between moments of closing my eyes from unexpected pleasure, of a circle of nude men sitting on the ground.
CRACK!
Brian had just slapped my ass with that little, harmless looking wand.
Harmless my ass!
I laughed to myself as I was wincing. I said nothing, titillated to the nth degree, as he did it again.
"Hey!" I yelped.
From behind he straddled my back, still standing, and I felt him digging through the bag. Five seconds later, he had put some kind of gag ball in my mouth, and he proceeded to secure it onto my head!
I had a little trouble breathing at first, but I quickly relaxed, as a crowd started to gather around the circle of men. While he was straddling me, Brian must have noticed the very same, and slid off my back. In front of me now, he pulled me up by the leash, and we were both buck-naked, both hard.
I walked with my brother over to the circle of men, and he wiggled through the crowd, for a better view. This was, as he stated, "A glorious circle jerk!"
I looked at the few men I could see that were facing us, and each one had the dick of the man to his right in his hand, and each guy was going to town. There were multiple bottles of lube all around the inside of the circle, and a few Kleenex boxes.
These guys planned this out beforehand!
"They do this each year?" I asked Brian, to which he coyly responded, "Wouldn't you?"
"Uh, definitely!"
With that, Brian walked around a few of the men, looking at each one first before he passed. When he found a guy with a good nine inches or so, he tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear. The man looked at the person to his left and motioned for him to move back. Brian then sat down in the empty spot. I, unfortunately, was external to the circle, collared and gagged, and clearly, my brother wanted me to stay that way.
As I watched the man to my step's left, I noticed that he had very much the same build as I did. He was a bit lanky, but smooth and defined, and his dick was nice and tan, as was the rest of his silky skin.
A nude sunbather, I thought.
The guy to Brian's right was a big boy. His biceps were incredibly well cut, as were his abs, visible even while he sat with his legs crossed. I was watching Brian as he slid his now nicely lubed dark hand onto his beast of a specimen, and started to stroke. He went very slowly, and it was driving me crazy.
I wanted to fuck. I couldn't stand this delayed gratification shit! I had the inclination to grab my own dick and work through this experience without feeling tortured.
At that very moment, Brian let go of the monstrous dick in his hand, and as he moaned and thrashed a bit, he turned his lucky friend's head, as if to look at him, dead on. But no, his plan, as clarified by the tug on my leash, was for this guy to suck my cock. He yanked me to the right, grabbed my cock hard, and held it up to his neighbor's face.
"Multitask for me, please?"
As if he had powers to move mountains, the guy smiled for a second, then took my cock in his left hand, and we had liftoff. As he started licking the head, I was assessing his head more closely… er, his face, I mean.
He was a very good-looking Latino man, with dark black hair, a bit of a receding hairline, but some of the most voluptuous lips I had ever seen on a guy, minus collagen. He looked up at me as he slathered my cock with his smooth tongue. With so much going on, I was in sensory overload.
Brian was getting his dick pounded on, sorta hard, and he was loving it. At the same time he was enjoying the rock hard cock of my Latino stallion, who was guiding his right hand up and down the cock to his right. That guy was fumbling for more lube, and moaning uncontrollably. At that moment, when I surveyed this whole side of our circle, I closed my eyes, bit my lower lip, and just let myself soak in the moment.
I felt the man's tongue slide up and down my shaft as he pulled me in with his powerful suck. I felt those lips, those incredible lips.
"Ooohh," I let out softly around my gag.
Brian must have heard me, or sensed something, because he gave a jerk on the leash just when I was going to make this guy swallow my load. It heightened my orgasm to no end, as I came in my new friend's mouth.
And, dutifully, he swallowed.
I was tingling still when perhaps a few seconds later, Brian came. When he did, he was looking up at me right as I opened my eyes.
And with that, the circle imploded like a domino effect, and men were moaning and yelping, gasping for air, and the head throwback was epic.
Yes, this was the Fairy Free Zone. And I liked it.
As the men in the circle started to disband after their throes of ecstasy, I met eyes with our new friend. He had just finished wiping his hands off, and everyone was using the small bottles of antibacterial hand gel that they gave in our bags at the gate.
Brian introduced us both to Antonio, who was an all-around fine specimen of a man, while standing. Brian whispered into his ear, and the three of us walked to a less populated area of the tent. We pass
ed guys fucking, sucking, whipping, even one guy tied up to some wheel-like contraption. This shit was all new to me.
There might have been five pieces of clothing in the whole tent -- and they were on lesbians of curiosity passing through. I asked myself, I wonder where they go to fuck? and quickly answered, That's right, lesbians don't fuck -- they make looove.
I laughed to myself. I still couldn't speak with the gag in my mouth.
Understandably, I couldn't identify a single straight person. Hell, I was nervous enough to come here. A straight person would have to either come in with a gay friend, or really be bi-curious.
As we got to the back of the tent, the gag was really starting to bother me. I pulled a bit back on the leash, and Brian turned to look at me. I pointed to the gag, shrugged and raised my eyebrows.
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