Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2022 09:23:46 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Gay Pride at Fire Island (Gay / Friends, oral, anal, M/MMM)

Friends, oral, anal, M/MMM

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting adult male.  If this type of content offends you or
you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                Gay Pride at Fire Island
                         By
                        Wolf

	I Had known I was gay when I was starting school.  My
family recognized I had gay tendencies and either accepted
me for who I was or laughed it off and teased me about my
behavior. The first homosexual encounter I had was with a
12-year-old neighbor boy that I admired.  He showed me
some sexually explicit photographs and when I showed an
interest in the sexual acts, he showed me his cock and
invited me to suck his cock.  I was hooked.

	I had several encounters with other teenagers before I
had my first encounter with an older man.  By the time I
entered New York City College I was a confirmed
homosexual.  I was invited to attend a Gay Pride Day on Fire
Island by a friend.  He advised me to carry a day pack with a
windbreaker for the cool evenings and battles of water.  He
chuckled when he added you may want to remove
additional items of clothing.

	I took public transportation to Fire Island.  When I
walked the streets among all of the gay men and women
preparing to take part in the parade, I was empowered by all
of the fellow gays.  A number of the men were wearing
brightly colored shorts and tank top.  I witnessed men
holding hands, embracing in public and kissing very
passionately.  As I walked the sidewalks checking out the
businesses.  The streets had been blocked off for all
vehicular traffic, so people were free to walk in the middle
of the streets.  I began to see men wearing less and less
clothing.  Their day packs were bulging.  I saw a few pot
belled Bears wearing leather and chrome ring restraining
harnesses with their nipples poking through the rings and
wearing black leather jockstraps.  Their bare butts hanging
out.

	I was shocked to see one man walking the streets only
wearing a baseball cap and leather tennis shoes.  He was
walking around talking to other men as casually as if it was
normal.  Then I began to see more naked men.  I began to
feel that one out of twenty men were naked.  I began to
notice that the uniformed police were ignoring the naked
men and public displays of affection.  I even saw two naked
men Kissing while clinging to each other's cocks.  I felt the
urge to get involved in the action.

	I stepped into a shop selling T-shirts and other
souvenirs and asked the clerk if I could use his establishment
to shed my clothes.  He smiled and assured me that I was
welcome to use his establishment to get with the program.  I
dropped my day pack and removed all of my clothes and
stuffed them into the pack.  All I had on was my crew socks
and Sketcher walking shoes.  The clerk simply said nice junk
as I picked up my pack and slung it over my shoulder and
joined the people milling around the place.

	I was given compliments by clothed and unclothed
people both male and female, although there were not that
many women.  The I met an older man that caught my eye.

	I guessed that he was in his seventies.  He was about
six-feet-two-inches.  He was slender with the body of a long-
distance runner and he was void of any body hair, including
all pubic hair.  The skin sagged a little, and his hair was
receding.  He was only wearing leather walking shoes.  I
have to admit that I couldn't take my eyes off of his junk.
His cock was limp and I guessed that his cock was about 8-
inches long and it was circumcised and the head was big.
The other thing that got my attention was his scrotum.  It
was the size and shape of a grapefruit, and the skin was
stretched tight.  He reached out and took hold of my cock
while we were talking. It startled me but once I got over the
shock, I took hold of his cock and were stood there
masturbating each other while we talked about our sexual
history.  He had been a Marine during the Vietnam War.  He
had fond memories of being fucked in the hutch.

	I told him all about my sexual history while we
continued masturbating each other.  While we were doing
that people were walking around us.  I eventually placed my
hand under his scrotum and hefted it and asked him about
his balls.  He casually said that during boot camp at Camp
Pendleton he received a butt thrust in the crotch with a M-
16.  That ruptured blood vessels in my scrotum.  I have
water in my scrotum, just like water on the knees.  I felt
some sympathy paims for him.

	I dropped my pack on the ground and knelt in it and
lifted his cock and licked his balls.  We were drawing a crowd
of onlookers.  While I was slobbering all over his balls his
long cock was resting on my forehead.  I eventually started
licking the underside of his cock.  Between jacking him off
and sucking his cock the crowd increased and guys were
recording the action with their cell phones.  When the old
man came in my mouth, I couldn't resist a little cum dribbled
down my chin as a show that he had cum in my mouth.
When I stood up and picked up my pack, I thanked the old
man and as we parted ways the crowd applauded and
dispersed.

	One man that was also naked approached me.  He
told me how much the enjoyed show.  I thanked him for the
compliment.  I came right out and asked me if I had ever
been fucked in public?

	I was stunned by the question.  I sputtered something
stupid.  And the man reached around my waist and grabbed
my left butt cheek and pushed his fingers into the valley.
When he found my asshole with his index finger, he forced
his finger into my asshole and he took my pack from me as
he walked me across the sidewalk to the glass window to a
leather store.  He spread my arms as he placed the palms of
my hand against the glass.  As he spread my legs, I looked
through the window and saw the salesman looking at me.
He winked at me and pulled out his cock and started
masturbating while watching the man open a Trojan
lubricated condom coin package and roll it onto his cock.

	The man held onto my hips as he shoved his cock up
my ass.  He humped my ass and with every thrust my own
cock bounced up and down.  I grunted and moaned
shamelessly while I was being fucked.  I could see that there
was a half-circle of spectators watching me being fuck in the
reflection in the glass.  Even before the man came into my
colon, I squirted my load all over the glass window.  I
watched the salesman was holding his own cock as he
squirted cum all over the leather goods on the table in front
of him.

	It was dark by the time I entered the leather shop and
cleaned up and got dressed.  The salesman Kissed me and
jacked me off before allowing me to get dressed.  He made
me promise to come back the next day before he allowed
me to leave.


If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to
write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality,
please send your outline to pomowolf74@gmail.com