Date: Mon, 23 Aug 1999 03:10:11 -1000
From: Adrian Storm <adrian_storm@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dillon: Pride Festival

This story contains material of an adult gay nature.  It is fiction.  Any
resemblence to real or other similar situations are merely coincidental.
More stories by Adrian Storm can be found at: http://boanddax.com.


Copyright (C) 1999 Adrian Storm
adrian_storm@hotmail.com

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Pride Festival

Even through his sunglasses, Dillon's eyes were attacked by the blinding
rays of the summer morning's sky.  He squinted trying to adjust and put his
hand out to block the sun's direct assault.  In the two hours he was in the
club, the outside world went from the muted light of dawn to full daylight.
It was still early, but already he could feel the heat against his chest
and bare shoulders.  It's going to be a hot one, he figured.  There should
be a lot shirtless bodies at the Gay Pride Festival being held several
blocks over at the park.

As Dillon made his way down the street, he could feel the cum leaking from
his ass.  He loved the feeling of being freshly fucked and he focused on
the looseness of his invaded hole with each step.  His cock began to swell
just thinking about it; the two man poles that were rammed into him.

"Damn! I'm going to have a raging boner by the time I make it to that
espresso stand up ahead."


"What can I do you for, handsome?" the Barista inquired.

"Just a regular latte.  Thanks" Dillon returned, slightly blushing.  He
could tell this coffee guy had a nice firm bod under his white apron.
Short black hair, sexy green eyes and raging kewl tattoos on both arms, he
silently commented.  Definite horizontal potential.

"Don't think I've seen you around here before.  I tend to pay attention to
all the drop-dead gorgeous I-could-eat-your-ass-for-days types who come
by," while steaming the milk.

"Just got off the plane about 3 hours ago."  Dillon said smiling back.
"Came to visit a friend."

Handing Dillon his coffee, the Barista probed further.  "So. are you and
your friend going to the Pride Festival in the park?"

"I'm heading over there now, but I won't be hooking up with him until later
tonight."

"My roommate and I will be there in a few hours - as soon as my shift is
over."  The Barista let on.  "We always go up to the bleachers on the north
side to get buzzed and cruise all the beautiful boys walking by.  It's got
the best view."
	
Dropping a dollar into the tip jar Dillon responded, "Sounds like a plan."
Getting stoned at these events was always a plus, he thought to himself,
and this was his first real connection.  And, if his roommate looks
anything like this nasty stud, maybe more.  Out loud: "Maybe I'll see you
there."

"All right. Later man," winking back to Dillon.  He watched him stroll
away, getting a good look at Dillon's perfect ass.  Under his breath, "Now,
that's an ass God made just for fucking!"

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At noon the park was packed with fags and dykes.  Dillon retreated to the
beer garden in order to get out of the burning sun.  Even with a tan, his
blond skin he would start to fry if he didn't find some shade soon.
Standing at one of the tall tables set up under the tent he could hear the
loud comments from the leather dads behind him.  He wasn't sure if they
were talking about him, but at twenty-three Dillon knew he was a lot more
than those poor boys could handle.

Dillon reeled around as he felt a hand firmly grab his ass.  "Who the." he
began to bark when he realized it was the dark hair stud from the espresso
stand.

"Ah yes.  The breakfast of champions -- Beer!" the Barista remarked.
"Forgot to ask your name this morning."

"Dillon" Smiling back.

"Dillon, I'm Merrick and this is my buddy Ron."

Putting a four full glasses of beer down, Ron reached over to shake
Dillon's hand.  "Nice to know ya."

Holy shit!  Dillon couldn't help but think, as he saw the incredible body
attached to the beefy hand he was shaking.  This guy was built like fucking
brick shit house.  He loved the whole package.  This guy was right out a
Tom of Finland magazine; a shaved head, pumped chiseled chest and a huge
basket busting out of his skin-tight leather pants.  Dillon got a better
look at Merrick, too.  What he couldn't see earlier under that apron was a
set of nicely rippled abs.  Smirking to himself he mused, these guys were
serious fantasy material.

Gulping down the last of the beer, Merrick asked, "How'd you like to join
us for a few tokes before we head over to the Eagle?"

"Sure" Dillon let out, feeling the affects of the beers.  "What's going on
at the Eagle?"

"Oh just a little beer bust leather party.  I guarantee you'll love it."
Ron grinned.  "Our apartment is just a block away."

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"What this cute little set-up you got going on here?" Dillon asked, staring
at the bare mattress lying smack in the center of the room.

The room was almost completely empty except for a video camera set up on a
tripod and a well-worn bare mattress.

"This is our live Web Cam," Ron replied, handing Dillon a lit joint.  "I
like to think of it as performance art."

"Yeah, and." choking on the weed, Merrick continued. "Ron's performance
last week caused our server to crash from the millions of hits we took in a
single hour."

Dillon was now feeling it all; the beer, the pot. Looking at these
bare-chest hunks and feeling incredibly high, he started to get a raging
hard-on.  And, the thought of doing live on the Internet was even more
thrilling.

From behind, Ron put his big hands on Dillon's shoulders.  Dillon turned
his head and met Ron's mouth.  Deep and heavy, Ron pushed his tongue down
into Dillon open throat.  Merrick moved in front and began to unzip
Dillon's fly.  With one hand Merrick reached inside Dillon's stained
underwear and pulled out his swollen cock.  Dillon felt the warm walls of
Merrick's mouth as he placed it over his exposed tool.

Oh, fuck!  Dillon sung in his head.  Ron was driving his hungry tongue even
deeper into him.  Dillon sensed a pair of hands pulling up his tight tank
exposing his chest.  Merrick had managed to strip Dillon down to his black
boots while sucking his cock to the base.  Still sucking face, Dillon felt
hands running the entire length of body, cupping his nuts, pulling on his
erect nipples.  He was ready for anything.

Releasing Dillon from their grip, Merrick motioned him to follow until the
two of them were directly in front of the camera, and so that Dillon's
bubble butt was in full view of the camera.  Merrick quickly zipped his
jeans and pulled out his rising dick.  Still standing Dillon bent over and
began to swallow it, knowing that his hole would be complete exposed to the
video lens.  Merrick put both hands around Dillon's blond head and began to
pump his rod in further.  Dillon tried to relax letting the thick cock go
even deeper, all the way to the base where he felt Merrick's heavy rocks
slap up against his chin.

In no time, Merrick had begun to face fuck Dillon with full length strides,
pulling out to the head and reentering until his pubic hairs smashed into
Dillon's nose.  This little blond punk is no prissy virgin, Merrick
thought.  He really sucks like a pro; no teeth and not a sign of choking.

As Dillon tried to keep his buzzed mind on keeping a steady rhythm,
breathing when the massive rod would pull out at each stroke.  He sensed
hands pulling his cheeks apart and something cold pushing against his leaky
hole.

"No need for lube.  This boy has been recently primed." Ron's voice
exclaimed.

Merrick paused his oral pumping momentarily, pulling half way out.  Dillon
let his eyes open and started to breath normally.  Dillon sensed the rim of
a small bottle pushed up to his nose.  A finger pinched one of his nostrils
closed and Dillon inhaled the intoxicating odor.  The bottle was moved to
the other side and he inhaled again.  The rush immediately took Dillon to
an extreme high.  In the delirium he felt a large object begin to enter his
ass.

Merrick began to ram his rod back into Dillon open throat while Ron had
invaded his ass with a huge latex dildo.  Dillon was being pumped with
equal force from both ends.  It was a sensation like no other.

Just as the high from the poppers started leave, Dillon felt Merrick's
meaty tool explode into his throat.  Loads of cum filled his mouth and some
of it began ooze out. Caught off guard he choke on the heavy jizzim.

"Oh, YEAH!" Merrick elated.  "An A-1 cocksuker."

Unable to completely kneel down because Ron had an iron grip around his
thighs, Dillon flopped over and put his hands down to the floor.  He had
swallowed most of the load injected into his gullet and began to regain his
composure.

"Help me keep this dildo up his sweet little boy butt, until I get set up."
Ron directed.

Dillon was stood up and both guys lifted him up in the air keeping the
artificial cock firmly imbedded.  They moved over on top of the mattress
and Dillon was placed squarely on his ass, legs slightly apart.  Dillon sat
facing Merrick who offered him another drag of weed, this time from a metal
pipe.

"This will give you that extra boost for your flying pleasure."

Dillon took a big hit and he pulled back into a state of ecstasy.  He
wasn't sure what was going to come next, but at this point he didn't care.

Ron reappear standing fully erect, wearing a metal harness and studded
cockring.  Dillon thought he was facing a god.  He felt hands lift him up
from behind and the gigantic dildo immediately dropped out.  The sudden
emptiness in his expanded hole send a wild shiver through his body.  The
hands behind him picked him up by his thighs and separated them, then
lifting him higher until he was suspended almost above Ron's massive body.
Ron reached out and held Dillon's airlifted body, and then pulled him down
against him.  As Dillon descended, he felt Ron's mammoth pole penetrate his
stretched passage.  Dillon let out a long gasp as he sank down the enormous
shaft until he felt the sharp metal edges of Ron's cockring.

"Oh my God!"  Dillon utter aloud.  His battered hole was stretched to the
limit.

Dillon arms were raised above his head and he felt something clamp around
his wrists.  Looking up he notice that he was now hanging from chains
coming down from the ceiling.  Ron put his hands under Dillon separated
thighs and worked them farther apart until he had a firm grip around the
ankles of his boots.  He was now hanging from his arms with his legs spread
wide apart and his knees bent almost into his armpits.

"I think we've got a lock."  Merrick pronounced from behind the camera.

Dillon turned his head and realized this part of the show was going to be
viewed directly from the side.  And, without further pause Ron pulled his
bull-like cock out and slammed it back into Dillon's open fuck hole.  Each
giant plunge sent Dillon's suspended body swinging away.  As he swung back,
Ron's massive cock would drive forward violently hitting Dillon's open ass.
It was like riding a fucking wild bronco!

"Oh my fucking Christ!"  Dillon managed to get out.  His blond hair would
fly back into his face each time he was forcibly impaled.

Dillon's arms began to ache as the pounding continued for several minutes.
He felt like a puppet being punched with a battering ram.  Ron's brutal
assault suddenly ended with a series of rapid stabs.  A bucket of hot jizz
came blasting out of Ron's roaring balls, spewing up into the farthest
reaches of Dillon's bowels.  With little room inside, cum came jetting out
of Dillon's over stuffed rear.

"Fucking great!" yelled Merrick.  "That shit got me rock hard just
watching."

Merrick released Dillon's restraints.  With Ron's still erect tool inside
him, Ron began to squat down onto the mattress.  Merrick held Dillon under
the armpits as they descended down, all the way until Ron was completely on
his back.  Dillon's upper body slumped forward until he was chest to chest
on top of Ron.  Ron pulled forward and kissed Dillon deeply.

Ron looking into Dillon's blue eyes and softly whispered, "That's a ride
you should take more than once."

Dillon couldn't respond.  His whole body was humming with exhaustion and
euphoria.  He felt the Ron's swollen rod begin to soften.  It was like
sinking into a big plush chair.

"I think there's room for two if you like to join the party," Ron relayed
to Merric

"I've got scene three ready to roll," he chimed back.  Merrick had moved
the camera to the foot of the mattress where it could have a close-up view
of Ron's super-size cock still stuffed up Dillon chute.

Ron's oversized ramrod had deflated enough that Merrick was able to squeeze
his own thick rod into Dillon's already occupied opening.  Dillon's ass
gave little resistance.  Ron began to kiss Dillon as Merrick started to
fuck his hole at a slow even pace.  He worked almost the entire length of
his shaft, smoothly moving back and forth.  The sensation of feeling
Merrick's cock run along his own caused Ron's massive tool to swell again.
This rising expansion began to stretch Dillon's butthole until, finally, it
was pried open to its absolute limit.  Merrick, feeling the tightening
pressure, began to pick up speed.  Ron also started to fuck Dillon as the
tempo increased.  At first, Merrick would drive forward as Ron retreated.

Dillon was now reeling in utter pleasure.  Ron reached between their
tightly pressed bodies and wrapped his sweaty hands around Dillon's rock
hard dick.  He let the motion of their grinding bodies stroke Dillon's rod
as it slide through his palms.

Merrick began to plow into Dillon with increased speed matching Ron's
efforts until they were moving in unison.  All three men were writhing in
perfect full-on harmony, fucking at maximum speed.  The two monster cocks
crammed into Dillon chute as he was pushed back to meet them.  Their wild
bucking came to a feverous crescendo as Ron and Merrick unloaded their
thick spunk into Dillon's thoroughly worked tunnel.  Dillon let out one
final grunt as he fired a pool of cum onto Ron's muscular body.

They stayed together for several moments, letting their sweaty bodies
languished and remained motionless.  Dillon drifted off into
unconsciousness with both cocks still buried deep inside him.


Continued.

Copyright 1999, Adrian Storm