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Click herePauletta even listened to the speakers as they pontificated about things he already knew and had heard before, but had no objections to hearing again. The mayor got on the stage and spoke at length about equality for all persons, regardless of gender or sexual orientation, and some other dignitaries said much the same, all of them to loud applause. When the day's festivities finally came to an end, Pauletta returned to his apartment, changed his shoes and went to The Purple Knight to talk with his friends there about what they had heard and seen and done that day. Those who hadn't marched had, at least, watched the parade, and they all, especially Leonard, heaped compliments on Pauletta for the way he had looked and disported himself.
It had been a truly great day in his life, and he felt more a citizen of his adopted home town than he ever had before. Pauletta vowed he would march in every Gay Pride Parade thereafter, both to stand up and be counted and to continue the expansion of his circle of friends and associates.
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I hope you had as much fun as Alex and Pauletta and the other marchers did. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most authors on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such feedback, whether praise or criticism, helps me to write more and better stories, and I respond to it whenever I can
had that sort of tone, thinking of her appearance, getting ready, meeting her other beaus, then her coming out dance, had that kind of feel
It missed. Not badly, but something lacked. Perhaps because the parade was second fiddle to sex in a bathroom?
Thats what he calls me,i met him at a bar,i had gone to the toilet,i sat and there was a glory hole,i put my finger to it,a nice cock with a big head came through.I got on my knees,sucked it andthen he pulled back,turn around,i stood and turned around,a finger to my hole,gently circling,lubing,inside,moving around,aagh,then out,i leaned back,i felt the head,easy,moving forward,opening me,in me,gently,thick,oh my,my cock growing as he easily fucked me,faster now,my it felt good as he eased in and out of me,i couldnt last,my cumm shot from me,then he groaned and his shot imto me,warm,still fucking,then out.I heard him dress.I did,i went out,he was waiting,tall,curly black hair,older than me.He looked at me and said best arse i have fucked,like to have a drink.Now i am with him all the time,my arse satisfied.
I liked the voice of the narrator, a bottom who loves his role and revels in it. Also, I thought the description of the sex they had in the bathroom of the bar was one of the best I've read. Nice and graphic and, even better, his embrace of his carnality and joy in being penetrated. Also, the politeness of the men to each other after they had reached their orgasms was a nice touch. I just wish there had been more of an arc to the story, an end that would better bring it to a close. Maybe it was too short. There might have been another sexual scene after the parade with some kind of resolution. Still, I like your work and will read more of it.