Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2002 00:00:03 -0800
From: Mike T. <prowlin9@hotmail.com>
Subject: Folsom Fun

Following is a true story.  Feedback welcome at prowlin9@hotmail.com.
Enjoy!

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Ah, the Folsom Street Fair.  Nothing quite like it anywhere else...
lots of hot, hard, leather-clad bodies parading around and
strutting their stuff.  For those not familiar with San Francisco,
it's an annual site to behold.  The street is barricaded for several
blocks and thousands of horny guys show up to display their pride...
and their hot bods.  It's always a memorable time.  This year,
however, turned out to be even more memorable than usual.

I was wandering down Folsom taking in the sites with a couple of
my friends, having a few beers and enjoying the view in the hot
afternoon sun.  I couldn't help but feel a bit overdressed in my
t-shirt and tight jeans... though I did manage to turn a few heads
here and there despite the more naked competition.  I'm in my
early 40s but look a bit younger, and keep my body in tip top
shape, with close-cropped hair and beard and well-defined
pecs.  But the primary asset that gets me my share of attention
is the thick piece between my legs, about 9 inches cut and
extremely thick at full erection.  Even when soft it's hard to
conceal very successfully... and that afternoon the alcohol,
heat  and lewd fesitivites threatened to burst my 501s at the seams.

While my friends were busy being distracted by a live piercing
display, I noticed the row of yellow porta-toilets that had been
set up for the fair, along the curb.  Feeling the need to relieve
bladder pressure before a full blown hard-on made it more
painful, I headed to the nearest row of doors and popped
inside a stall.  I quickly pulled the door closed behind me,
not bothering with the lock, hauled out my meat and set about
relieving my bladder.

Instant relief overcame me as I pissed away the several cups of
beer I'd consumed so far.  As the stream began to subside I
became very aware of my hand on my stiffening poker.   I was
suddenly aware of the state that all the heat, beer and hot
bodies on display had left me in.  I thought briefly about
jacking off into the portable toilet, but it seemed like such a
waste on such a horny occasion.  Besides, today of all days,
a lewd hard-on in my pants could do me more harm than good.
I grinned at the thought.

Just then I was startled by a blast of light as the door swung
suddenly open behind me.  Before I could react, it was closed
again and a body collided with mine, pushing me forward into
the toilet.  I almost fell but caught myself against the plastic
wall as I heard a startled gasp behind me.

"Oh!  I'm sorry, I thought this was open!"  he stammered, backing
away to let me catch my balance.  I turned my neck to see who
had barged in on me.  Not bad at all... the kid was probably early
20s and shirtless, his blond hair matted to his skull from the heat.
His t-shirt was tied around his waist and over the long shorts that
he wore on his smooth legs.

I smiled.  "Not your fault, I didn't lock the door.  Figured I wouldn't
be in here long enough."  Interestingly, he returned the smile and
made no sudden move to try and leave me to my duties.  Intrigued,
I shifted aside to allow him room at the toilet next to me and turned
slightly toward him.  He had a lean, smooth chest, not well-defined
but glistening with his sweat.

"Go ahead, no harm done.  You can piss at the same time, " I heard
myself saying.  Not usually one to be forward, it seemed my sudden
horniness and curiousity were overriding my usual cautious side.
This boy's hesitation to excuse himself from my stall told me all I
needed to know.

He stood there uncertain for what seemed like forever, seemingly
nervous and excited at the same time.   As I turned back to face
the hole, I felt him cautiously move up alongside me, our arms
tight against each other.  I made a show of shaking the remaining
drops from my half-hard cock, and smirked as his eyes widened
at his first real look at my man-meat.  He made no move to pull
out his own piece as his eyes remained riveted on the activity in
my crotch.  There was surprise and maybe a bit of fear in those
eyes, but I saw something else as well.  Hunger.

Suddenly he looked up at me with a start and I chuckled lightly.
"Well?  Aren't you going to take your piss?"

He thought about this for several moments before replying,
in a voice so soft I had to strain to hear above the noise of the
street fair outside.  "Um, I don't think I can do that."

I raised an eyebrow at him.  Amused at his shyness, I turned
away from the toilet hole and faced him, my prick in my hand
now well on its way to standing at attention.  His gaze moved
down again, mesmerized by my cock and my hand.  "I mean...
I think I would be too shy.  Your... cock is much bigger than mine."

I broke into a full-fledged grin as my cock continued to climb
to new heights.  For some reason, this kid and his nervous
approach were pushing my buttons in a big way.   I looked at his
young face, nervous but also flushed with excitement, and I knew
then that I wasn't leaving that stall without some kind of release.
I was so horny I was being more forward than I ever had before,
and this kid wasn't about to make the next leap alone.  I decided
for the direct approach.

His eyes widened as he witnessed the girth of my hard dick.
The shaft is longer than average, but what really seems to take
guys by surprise is the thickness.   His eyes remained glued to
my crotch as I leaned forward and said, softly but firmly:
"You can suck it if you want."

The words were like a jolt of electricity through his body.  He stood
there silently for a few moments, and I half expected him to bolt
back through the door.   Then his warm hand was gripping my
shaft just under the head.  I grunted at the sudden contact as
his hand covered the shaft, hefting its weight.  Slowly he tightened
his grip, kneading it in his hand.  I was hard as a crowbar now.

A few tentative jacks with his wrist and a groan escaped from my
throat.   He heard my response to his attention and looked up at me.
The shy, tentative glance was gone, replaced by a horny leer that
betrayed his boyish good looks.  Without releasing me from his
grasp, he pushed me back toward the door of the stall and suddenly
sat down hard on the toilet seat before me.

My thick cut cockhead was inside his mouth before I knew what was
happening, his tongue against the underside.  It felt so damned
good I groaned out loud and leaned back against the plastic door.
Whatever his initial caution at the unexpected situation, this kid
was on familiar territory now.  This was no naive young boy being
taken advantage of.  He knew his way around a man's body.

As I withdrew, his hands came up to yank my jeans and shorts
from around my hips, and I shoved them down around my ankles.
He cupped my swelling balls in his hand as he ran his tongue along
the full length of my stiff pecker, slicking it up with his own juices.
I couldn't believe how great it felt.

"Thick fucking cock!"  The sudden exclamation startled me, especially
after his first timid words.  As I placed my palm on the back of his
blond head, he sank my cockhead between his lips once more, pausing
to lick at the slit with his pointed tongue.  Then, with the gentle
encouragement of my hand, he opened wide and began to sink down
on the shaft.  I looked down and groaned.  He looked so fucking hot
with my thick fuckmeat wedged inside that pretty young mouth.
I couldn't believe my sudden luck as I leaned back, feeling an amazing,
warm wet sensation crawl up my hard shaft.

I shifted my weight back, my shoulders against the plastic shell around
us.  I had a sudden vision of the porta-toilet collapsing under my weight,
and almost laughed.  Resting my hand on his head, I let him set his own
pace as he began a few tentative sucks along the first half of my thick
tool.  Nursing on it.  What a delicious feeling.  I knew this kid was going
to coax the load to end all loads out of me.

His hand tightened on my ball sack as he sawed back and forth on a
couple of thick inches, making a low moaning sound with each pull-back.
He seemed to be deciding how much he could take.   I let him gently
milk me for a few moments, rocking my hips to match his suction.
He swallowed another inch or two, then abruptly my cock sprang from
his mouth with a lewd smack.

I groaned again with the intensity of the withdrawal.  He gazed at my
raging hard-on for a few moments, glistening with his own spit.
Then he grinned up at me, a sight I will never forget.  As I closed my
eyes, I felt him sink back down on my shaft, edging it further and
further until the head of my dick was wedged in his tight throat.  I fell
back, pushing the temporary structure with a loud thump.  Damn this
kid had an awesome mouth!  And I was past the point of no return.
Clamping my hand to his head, I humped forward, lodging my fat cock
even further into his throat.  He made some brief whimpering sounds
before adjusting, then his hands were around my naked hips and he was
accepting my thrusts.  I was on fire, humping into his mouth and throat
with quick jabs, feeling an almost unbearable suction as I plowed deep.

He made gasping sounds and pushed back against my stomach, and
I released my grip on him, letting him have his way with me.  He moved
back a bit, his hand around the base of my pole as he sawed back and
forth on my hard dick.  I was getting weak in the knees and my balls
were tightening more with each thrust.  I wondered what he would do
with my seed.

Sensing my impending orgasm, he moaned around my shaft and gave
one last series of hectic sucks just below the head.  This caused me to
completely lose it and I tensed up in front of him.   With a last moan
I felt the first blast of sperm fire into his waiting mouth.   He whimpered
again and swallowed hard, his tongue milking against my shaft for
more.  I let loose another volley or two against his tongue, then
yanked my cock from his hot mouth.  My last few spurts erupted on
his lips and cheeks, coating his hot boy face with my slick seed.  If he
looked hot before, he was amazing now as he bathed in my semen.
Hungrily, he scooped the head back between his lips and nursed another
spurt from me.

I closed my eyes as my shaft once again fell from his lips.  The whole
thing couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes, but it seemed
like ages to me now.  I began to be aware once again of the raucous
street noise outside as I sighed, looking down on the happy mess
below me.  He was already on his feet, wiping his face with the shirt he
had untied from his waist.  I just stared, dazed and delighted, as he slung
the shirt over his shoulder and embraced me briefly, pecking at my cheek
with his lips.

"Thanks, man!  Fucking awesome!'  By the time I smiled back at him, he had
cracked the door and slithered away into the street outside.

I took a moment to laugh at my good fortune, hauling my pants back up
around my legs and my spent but satisfied member.  As my eyes adjusted
to the harsh sunlight outside, I scanned the crowd for a sign of that
wonderful boy, but he was gone.  I found myself wishing for another
opportunity, more time and more privacy so I could fuck that hot boy ass.
Ah well, maybe another time.  I made my way back toward the spot
where I had left my gaping friends.

Wherever you are, thanks for making this one fair I'll never forget!