Hey y’all. I hope you enjoyed the 4th! It’s been a while since I felt inspired to write anything. Ya know…life. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. And as always, your input is welcomed and invited. Let me know what ya think? – Aiden
“Damn these lines are so long!” I whined while waiting on twenty other people to buy their tickets, just in the line we were standing in.
“They expect fifty thousand people to be here to watch the fireworks tonight.” my friend Maggie responded to my complaint.
There were people everywhere. The downtown streets were blocked off with vendor booths lining both sides and mobs of people in lines, walking through the streets and some starting to collect on blankets and bag chairs in the grassy areas. There were stages erected at several of the blocked ends of the streets and cacophony of music and conversation floating in the air. It was stifling hot outside and standing on the blacktop road only seemed to make it worse.
“I hate that they make us have to buy tickets.” I said as I put my vape to my mouth and pulled two lungs full of Strawberry Cush vapor in and exhaled straight up into the air.
Maggie again explained to me that it was more secure to have all of the vendors accept tickets than take the chance of them getting robbed. There were ticket booths scattered throughout the streets and every one of them had crazy long lines.
After what seemed like forever in the hot street being baked, we finally made it to the table. “How many?” the older man under the tent asked.
“Are there deals for buying a lot?” Maggie asked.
“No darlin, one dollar per ticket. Beer is four tickets, food is between two and five tickets.” the old man told us. “And there are no refunds for unused tickets.” he finished.
Maggie bought twenty five and I decided on thirty tickets and we made our way down the middle of Main Street through the crowd. There were fresh squeezed lemonade stands, various food vendors from french fries, to pizza to gyros and ice cream and other goodies too.
“Where are the beer tents?” I asked.
“They’re usually at the ends near the stages.” Maggie informed me.
I was new to town and this was the first time I had been to a downtown block party. I moved from a much smaller town, almost a village. “We brought our beer to the fairgrounds and tailgated fireworks. There were probably less than a thousand people sitting on tailgates or on blankets behind their cars.” I told Maggie as I remembered all of the childhood fun we had on the forth.
When I was seventeen, I snuck off with Mike to the woods at the edge of the fairgrounds. We had snuck some of my dad’s liquor and Mike brought some weed and we wasted. That was the night I gave Mike his first blowjob. This was utter chaos to my small town mind.
As one genre of music got louder, I spotted the beer tent. Most of the food vendors had little pop up canopies over their tables, the food trucks had awnings but the big beautiful red and white striped top of the beer tent shone like diamonds to my eyes. After twenty minutes in line and a half a mile walk I was ready for a cold one. I steered us in relief’s direction.
Inside the tent there was a makeshift bar with folding tables and chairs scattered around underneath it and fans. Most of the seats were full and a small group of people standing around the bar waiting for their drinks. Signs were stuck randomly around on the inside poles of the tents. Some were lists of what was available for purchase and others warned of fines for taking the alcohol outside of the tents. “Damn city life.” I mumbled under my breath as we approached the bar.
“What time do the fireworks start?” I asked Maggie but before she could answer, a man next to her let us know that they would start at 9:45. I looked down at my watch to see it was only 6:15. We grabbed our beers and found an empty table to sit for a while.
“So,” Maggie started, “you’ve been here a few months now, any new friends?” as she dragged the ‘friends’ out in a teasing tone making her curiosity obvious.
“Damn, straight to the point I see!” I giggled shyly.
“Well…” she paused, “…spill it.”
“I just got settled in to my apartment. What was I supposed to do? ‘Hey, I like your smile, wanna come back to my extended stay motel?’ Somehow I don’t think that would have worked too well!” I laughed sarcastically.
“Fuck yeah!” she squealed. “A sexy guy, a mysterious out of town stranger in an upscale motel…you shoulda used that to your full advantage.”
“Extended Stay USA is not an upscale motel Maggie!” I retorted, “If you came by even once, you would know that. It’s kinda like the hood all in one building. Hookers to the left of me, drugs to the right!” I chuckled. “The place reeks of nasty sex and unwashed construction workers!”
While not everyone that stayed at that place was a degenerate, it was far from an upscale motel…if there is such a thing. The rooms were small, although furnished with a bed, a couch, a stove and a small refrigerator, it was far from The Ritz.
“Come on,” she carried on, “no one?”
“Well there is this guy I see from time to time at the bar I’ve been going to lately.” I started to confess. She knew I was bi, so it didn’t come to any surprise to her to hear that I was watching a guy. However, being from a small town with some backwards ways, I was pretty reserved in some things. Man on man sex was not as accepted there as it is in other parts of the world. Hanging out in bars was also a great way to make yourself the center of town gossip.
“Tell me about him?” she inquired deeper.
By now we are a few cups in and my inhibitions were falling like rocks thrown off of a cliff.
“He’s younger than me, maybe by ten years. He has longish hair he sometimes keeps in a ponytail. He is tall, maybe five foot eleven or six feet. His ice blue eyes shoot straight through me when he looks at me…”
“When he looks at your? So he is interested?” she interrupted excitedly!
“I doubt it Maggie! Look at me…old, dad body and grey starting to show in my beard?” I was pointing out my perceived flaws in her fantasy.
“Dad bods are in, and maybe he has a daddy complex!” she laughed.
“That’s not me Maggie. I am not a daddy!” I snapped! “Even with the few greys popping in!” I pulled a hit from my vape and released it under the table.
She started to debate with me but was interrupted by a big girl with short blue hair, “Look at you, sucking on an electronic penis!”
“Bitch, I like sucking on all kinds of penises…electronic, mechanical and organic!” I snapped back louder than I expected too.
Maggie’s face was priceless, the big blue haired girl’s eyes were big as basketballs, half the beer tent had stopped their conversations and were looking at me. And me, my face was three shades more red than the stripes on the roof of the tent we were all under.
Big girl with her surprised face just walked away speechless. I looked around to see some faces of disgust, some of shock and Maggie grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “What?” I belted out, “No one in here likes blowjobs?” as I quietly sunk into a figurative hole that I wished was deeper.
In a lower tone so only Maggie could hear, “Damn, that got awkward quick. Look at the time, it’s almost time for fireworks.”
We finished our fifth cups of liquid courage and made our way out to find a spot to watch the fireworks. Maggie was still going on about the penis remark in disbelief of my emboldened assertiveness. It was totally out of character for me, I was still a bit shocked too.
The fireworks were going to be let off from a baseball field just outside of the city so we ventured towards city park. We found a spot along a walking path that had a rather large clearing. It was kind of crowded, but it had a good clear view in the direction of the ball field Maggie informed me. The clearing was full of people on blankets and kids running around, but there was room for two more to sit comfortably.
“Where are the bathrooms? I gotta pee!” I asked looking in either direction of the paved walking path.
“If ya go back the way we came,” Maggie answered, “there are portapotties down the street from the beer tent. Or, head that way down the path and there are some restaurants with public bathrooms.” she finished pointing past the clearing.
“Public” I simply said. “I’ll be right back.”
It was about nine thirty now and starting to get dark. I ventured along the path past the horde of people in the clearing and entered a darker wooded section of the path. There were street lamps to light the way, but it was noticeably darker and less busy.
As I trekked my way through the secluded path to find the restaurants Maggie had told me about, I kept getting a strange feeling. I shrugged it off to being alone in an unfamiliar area. But it felt creepy.
The lonely wooded path cleared and I came to a parking lot and a row of buildings a short while later. I made my way to do my business and answer nature’s call. Thank the gods that the bathroom was clean and well maintained. I hate public bathrooms just a little less than I do portapotties.
I made my way back to the dark path and even though it was only a few minutes, after being in a well lit building, it seemed even darker now than seven minutes before.
About a hundred feet off of the parking lot and into the path, I heard a noise behind me. I snapped my head back to see a dark figure, a man was behind me. No big deal right? It was a city path, it was the forth of July and people were everywhere.
NO.
He was walking a little faster than I was and closed the gap between us quickly. I tried to speed up a little, but I felt his hand land on my left shoulder. Before I knew it, he spun me around to face him.
“I hear you like sucking dick ya little bitch!” he growled.
“Get your fucking hands off me ya fucktard!” I snapped back just before he pulled me off the path.
I struggled against his strength, but it was futile. He overpowered me, not by a little. He drug me through a small wooded patch to a clearing with a bench and pushed me onto it.
“Who the fu…” I started to ask who the fuck he thinks he is, but was stopped with a cuffed hand over my mouth.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he whispered with a commanding growl.
I listened.
“You told that fat bitch that you like to suck cock.” he growled. “I want you to suck me off! NOW!”
I’m not a small dude, five foot ten and about two hundred pounds, but this guy was bigger. Probably six – two and two hundred, but placed differently. His hand over my mouth covered half of my face as he told me he was going to take his hand off of my mouth and if I made noise, I wouldn’t be happy. I nodded in confirmation that I understood.
I tried not to look at his face. But as he unfastened his belt and jeans I felt a little heat growing in my own. Aside from being scared shitless, this was kind of hot. Aside from some self service, it had been a while since I had any kind of sexual contact and I did love a man in charge. With women, it was different. I liked to show my stuff off, but this side of my sexual thirst was triggered with a secure dominant man.
As his zipper lowered and his half stiff member was pulled out, I could taste my mouth watering. The light behind us allowed me to see that he was manscaped and trimmed. Even half hard he had to be eight inches and growing. His ball sack was smooth shaved hanging below the opening in his pants.
It had been ninety five degrees outside so it was no surprise that as his cock neared my face I caught a sniff of musty ball sweat. I was a little surprised to catch a hint of recently showered too. I licked my lips just as his cock head made contact with my watering mouth.
Opening them just a little, he pushed his way in. My lips wrapped around the top of his shaft just below the rim of his cock head. His skin was smooth like satin on them. I rolled my tongue across his mushroom head and opened my mouth a little more and took about half of what was now a rock hard cock in my mouth.
I could taste the saltiness of the day’s sweat, or maybe it was precum that had leaked from the slit of his cock head. Either way, it was a welcome taste and made me want more.
Gliding my lips up and down his cock, wiggling my pierced tongue back and forth across his vein as I did was causing him to let small nearly silent moans escape his own mouth. A quick thought rushed my mind “I wish I was wearing my vibrating tongue ring.”
I felt his hands grip the back of my head and locked in my hair as he pushed his cock into the back of my throat. I felt a gag building but I never tried to pull away. I let his cock find it’s way down my throat and when the gag finally happened, it happened with my mouth full. I felt fluid come out my nose as he released me and let me catch my breath by pulling partially out of my mouth,
“ohhh yeah” he moaned. “You’re a good cock sucking bitch!” as he pushed back into my throat.
I took him all the way in, this time my gag reflex didn’t react as I felt his bullish balls hit my chin. I pulled my head back and gripped his massive girth and put one of his shaved nuts in my mouth and swirled it around a little while moving my hand up and down his shaft. Then I moved to the other nut, and swirled.
“Damn baby” I heard him moan
Sucking dick was my thing. I have been practicing since I was thirteen. I knew I could show him real fireworks as I licked up the bottom of his cock and retook him in my mouth. I bobbed on him for a few more minutes before I could hear his breathing get erratic and feel his manhood tensing in my mouth. I knew he was close.
I gripped the base of his cock and slobbed on the top half at a quicker pace. Moving my hand up and down with a little twist to meet my lips as they came back down. He tightened up his ass muscles as he thrust his cock forward into me. This was my sign.
“I’m gonna cum” he moaned as I removed my hand from his shaft and allowed his cock to regain it’s rightful place down my throat.
He took his hands that were still on my head, and with what felt like all of his strength he shoved my face into his pelvis. I felt the first convulsion of his cock in my throat and felt the first shot of cum hit deep and strong.
That hit my gag reflex. But he didn’t seem to notice. With each volley of thick salty fluid that hit my throat and each time his cock throbbed in my throat, I would cough. He kept me tight against his body.
With his cum pushing out of my mouth around his cock he held me tight for about twenty seconds, but it felt like hours.
When he finally let up, I fought for my breath. My eyes were watering, my nose was running. I took his cock back in my mouth and tried to clean up as much of his salty man juice as I could from him. I licked what I could of what had dripped down off of his balls.
Pulling away, I wiped my chin and mouth off and looked up at him. His short dark hair was lined with beads of sweat on his forehead. His eyes looked glazed over and his mouth was agape trying to catch his own breath.
After about forty five seconds he stepped back and started to put his now very flaccid member back in his pants and regain his thoughts. “Whew” he sighed as I stood up.
When I stood I felt my own cock pushing hard against my tight blue jeans. I reached down and adjusted so I was comfortable to stand and felt sure it was hidden behind my American Flag T shirt.
But he noticed the bulge I was trying to hid.
He grabbed my cock through my jeans and looked at me. This time I wasn’t afraid to look him in his deer like big brown eyes. We locked gazes for a few seconds before he broke away.
This big man hit his knees and undid the top button of my jeans, lowered my zipper and unleashed my seven inch cut cock and gripped it with his big left hand and started jacking. His hand covered my entire shaft leaving just my dripping head exposed.
With his tongue, he licked the pre-cum off of me and continued to lick the tip of my cock. Removing his hand, his warm wet lips touched my cock and sent volts of electricity through it and into my body. His lips felt like butter on me.
I could feel his moans vibrating through me as he moved his soft lips up and down my super sensitive cock.
Sadly, it didn’t take long before he had me ready to unload what had been building for months across his tongue.
My knees buckled and I struggled to stay standing as my cock exploded in his mouth in total synchronicity with the first loud boom overhead. I felt dizzy with each squirt and each flex of my own cock in his mouth.
It seemed that with each moan, with each volley of my cum, I heard the crowd somewhere in the distance “ohhhh” and “ahhh” as the fireworks exploded hundreds of feet above us. It was probably just the euphoria I felt in the moment, but ya know…
He sucked and licked me clean and backed off. As he stood, I put my cock back in my spandex boxers and closed my pants.
He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. A card, and he handed it too me as he turned and walked away.
Still kind of shaking, I took the card and watched him disappear into the woods the way we came. I looked down at that card and it read…. Dan Clancy .esq and had his legal firm’s name and phone number on it. I stood there for another few minutes before I headed back to Maggie and the rest of the fireworks display.
As I approached her, she looked at me with a concerned look. “Where have you been? I thought you got lost. I was just about to send a search party for ya!”
“I’m sorry, I ran into a friend and we were talking.” I answered, still a little flush from my experience.
“A friend huh?” like she could tell. “You’re gonna have to tell me about this ‘friend’ of yours on the way home.” she chuckled.
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