The Pride Parade

The mass of gays and lesbians had gathered at Copley Square, the start of the parade route. At 10 in the morning in June many of them would proceed south on Clarendon Street. Eventually after a few turns they would come to City Hall Plaza, the end of the route.

Only recently out, I had registered at the eleventh hour. After much thought I decided to walk wearing just speedos and Nike running shoes.

Floats proceeded slowly, rainbow flags or balloons flying above their roofs or attached to the metal. In some cases walkers took each end of a rainbow banner spanning the road from curb to curb. A few walkers held bunches helium balloons aloft.

On Boylston Street my eyes locked onto a pair of rainbow swim trunks covering a nice ass. Is he single? What does he do for a living? How old is he? Does he sometmes go DRAG? Do I live near him? Does he watch sports? If so, which sports?

I picked up my pace and came along side him on his right.

"I like your swim trunks."

"I Like the parade."

"Is this your first Pride Day parade?"

"I marched last year."

"My first," I said. I added, "I'm Steve."

"Paul," he replied. He asked, "have you been out for a long time."

"I came out to my parents on May 25, the day I turned 25."

"I came out at 16."

I asked, "where did you go to high school."

"In the suburbs," he said.

I was hoping you'd be more specific.

Standing about 5 9, he has a toned body that radiates sex appeal. Short blond hair frames his oval face. He has blue eyes and full lips.

I asked, "what gym do you go to."

"PLanet Fitness near my house," he said.

I asked, "how often do you go."

"Three times a week," said Paul.

We chatted a while longer making observations about the floats and some of the people whom we saw marching.

I asked, "are there any siblings."

"An older brother and a younger sister," said Paul.

"How old are they?"

"Mark is 28 and gay as well. Julia is 22. I'm 25."

"You're my age."

"I graduated in 2013, Lexington high."

"2013 Andover high," I answered.

The crowd began dispersing. Within a half hour very few people remained. Meanwhile we had chatted about high school days, college days.

"I love to draw, do watercolor paintings."

Having said that, he opened Photos on his i-phone showing me samples of his work.

"Did you go to art school?"

"Mass Art," he replied.

"Are you an artist for a living?"

"Artists starve. I illustrated a couple of childrens books, one on dinosaurs, the other on airplanes. Royalties are not exactly making me hugely wealthy but they pay the bills."

"I develop web pages for a living."

That was enough on that topic.

Two men holding hands approached.

"Mark did you like the parade?"

"Who's your friend?"

"This is Steven."

"Did you meet him here?"

"Yah on Boylston Street. He was checking out my ass."

I grinned at Paul's remark. I asked, "you knew I was walking behind you the whole time."

"I knew somebody was there. I turned and there you were."

"So tell me little brother, getting any tonight?"

"A better question is 'am I getting any'?"

Like Paul, Mark and his boyfriend are both bare-chested and wearing rainbow trunks. The older dude's hair is slightly darker shade, though the same cut.

Sal's Pizza on Tremont street is familiar to Paul, his brother and Alan, all 3 having eaten here after a previous parade. They had donned embellished Versace black teeshirts just before coming inside. I had put on cutoffs and a gray teeshirt left in my car that morning.

I was to learn where they purchsed the garments.

"I love those shirts. I want one."

I really want to get laid tonight. Paul you are so smoking hot.

We ate and chatted. I gave no hint that I wanted to be naked with Paul Rizzo.

The tide was low when Paul and I walked onto Carson beach at 5 that afternoon. The few remaining beachgoers were sitting facing the water.

Paul related a story. "When my parents first met Jason I introduced him as my friend. Anyway my mom caught us kissing so I had to fess up.

"How did she take it?"

"She was okay with it."

"How did you meet him?"

"A meeting of gay and lesbians convened after school one day."

"Was that the first time you kissed him?"

"The firt kiss happened the next day."

Over the next several days we conversed from home on Facetime becoming familiar with each other's daily routines.

Saturday at 5 p.m., a week since Pride day, saw me waiting at the front door of a wooden apartment house on a short straight road. Barely half a minute elapsed before Paul came to the deck off the first floor.

We linked arms and descended the concrete steps to the sidewalk. Sometimme later we had come to the town hall where a band would arrive to play for free.

While we waited, we got a bite to eat from the restaurant across the road and took our seats outdoor.

I could imagine myself sitting naked on his lap taking his thick cock. He seemed to be reading my mind.

"You'd like to get laid tonight."

I remained silent so he made another remark.

"Take my cock."

After the sun had disappeared below the horizon I felt my butthole tingling as it stretched to accomondate him. Lying on his back, he took delight in having me on his lap.

Soft grunts escaped from my throat as his cock tapped my prostate gland.

After a couple of minutes I stretched out atop him, my erect dick brushing his. My lips touched his lips. Our mouthes opened letting tongues probe. Paul draped his arms around my shoulders holding me tight.

My first ever man on man sex was giving me pleasure that I never imagined. He knew I wanted more.

"Get back up there."

Again I sat upright on his lap letting his dick into my hole. Again the grunts came as the hole stretched and tingled.

Shortly after 7 I awoke to find the right side of the bed vacated. Seconds afterward I Let myself into the bathroom and saw my lover through the shower curtain. I peed then stepped into the tub.

As I lathered my body his hand closed losely around my cock causing it to go erect.