GAY PRIDE PARADES, A SMORGASBORD OF TRICKS FOR KEVIN
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By Kevin McLean
Gay Pride was being celebrated in Miami by the late 80’s only it was usually held in a park; presumably that way the blight of this event would not blemish the image of the homophobic city. But it soon got too big and the City and County could no longer contain the crowds all cooped up in a park, they needed to go out and parade, yes, parade to the whole world their new found pride in being gay. This was to be banners flapping in the wind, let it all hang out, in your face openly gay demonstrations of sin and abomination.
The homophobes were up in arms; they were opposing it and running all kinds of ads on television, showing drag queens and the debauchery that took place at these parades. The homosexuals were out to take over the city and ruin their families, their marriage and corrupt their children.
Anita Bryant was still fresh in the minds of people and there were all kinds of propositions on the ballot for the November elections. They were all homophobic and irresponsible attempts to curtail and take away the rights of gay people and at the same time energize the right-wing base of the Republican Party.
The homophobes won a big one of these in the eighties: the legislature voted to prohibit gay couples from adopting children and this stupid, archaic law is still on the books today. They were able to get some churches to actually bus in people in their church buses, to take them to the polls. The fucking Evangelicals were out in full force. The culture wars were on and the fags were coming out the losers.
Dancing at the clubs was another area of contention for these homophobes…how could the city allow any dancing of two men together in any club? How could the county permit go-go strippers to perform in gay clubs, that was immoral and an abomination. Just before the elections, a very pervasive and thorough effort was made by authorities to show that the sheriff and the police were doing their jobs, they would raid gay bars, close down the baths, they would send in undercover, good looking cops to parks and restrooms not to curtail activities but to actually do entrapment. Then things got so bad that they would actually park the squad cars in all four points in the vicinity of a gay bar; whenever a patron would walk out they would call each other in their walkie talkies and when the poor fellow got in the car they would arrest him for DWI.
The gays would take two steps forward and three backwards. But among one of the favorable things 
was that Anita Bryant was repudiated to the point that she lost the endorsement of Florida Orange juice and then she was humiliated at a public event when she got a pie smashed in her face. Shortly after that, her husband was outed. Anita left Florida and is living somewhere up in the Midwest but she has toned it down. I never understood why two guys dancing in a club presented a threat to Anita’s marriage or anything to do with her children.
Bars in Miami began to close; they were dropping like dead flies after you spray insecticide. And the queens were indignant. If nothing else they were so pissed at the authorities and the community in general that they actually became motivated and parade, yes, take part in the Gay Pride Parade because in numbers there is strength and the cops could not possibly arrest four or five thousand people. And the parade went on and it didn’t rain.
I attended what I think was one of the first ones of these Pride celebrations and it was at a park. I can’t now remember if it was at Tamiami Park or Bayfront. I get those two events mixed up. The public would go from tent to tent and collect goodies. These tents were set up mostly by gay bars and other gay venues. But the cruising that took place was incredible. For the most part these were the testosterone crowd; you know them as twinks and I know them as potential bed partners. Most of them were attractive and horny.
I can’t remember where the event was held but I do remember the trick I picked up there and took him back to my room at UM. I was a freshman in Medical School then and barely 22 years old. His name was Carlos and he was from Colombia. A prettier cock you could not ask for and it was uncut and big. Although Carlos was not really good looking, he was sexy as shit.
Carlos was crazy about gringos like me. He was one of these types that only gets turned on by good old American boys and I fit the bill. When he got me in bed I thought he was going to devour me. He did everything right, and then when he ate my ass all hell broke loose. There was no holding him back. He got that nine inch cock of his into my pucker hole and fucked me for a solid hour. That boy had endurance and he was at the edge of shooting his wad a couple of times but he would slow down or stop altogether to make it last. When he finally came, he did outside and on my face, I was able to capture some of it with my mouth and it tasted divine.
The second one of these events was held in South Beach but it wasn’t a parade yet. The straight community was still clinging to the idea that gays had to be separated and quarantined. It was considered by so many people to be a flamboyant display of debauchery. I went to that one and I was not as enthusiastic but I did get invited to an orgy that night someone was having in a private home in El Portal, a small community North of Miami. The guy who organized it went after every good looking stud he encountered at the Pride celebration and invited them. I fell into that category I suppose because I am good looking but mostly because I wore these cut off jeans that were far too revealing to wear anywhere other than a Pride Parade. My ass was looking magnificent in them.
I got there around midnight and everyone was already in either partial or complete state of undress. The bodies were magnificent and from first impression, when I looked at some of the cocks it seemed there were some very large ones there.
I ended up getting fucked five times and four deposited their man seed into my pucker hole. But the fun part was when I laid down on the bed and five young studs made a circle around me and all jerked off on my face and on my body. I was scooping it up and licking my fingers as one after the other shot their wads. That was one fun orgy because there were not that many bottoms there.
In 2000, a new organization, Pride of Greater Fort Lauderdale decided to recreate gay pride in Fort Lauderdale. They would take the festival out of the city parks and convention center and move it into the street, Wilton Drive to be exact in the heart of South Florida's gay community. They then decided to bring back the gay pride parade and have it start off the festival and have the route go through the festival itself. Most importantly, they decided the festival would be free to the public.
With an expected attendance of 5,000, an amazing 7,500 showed up for the first year event. The Stonewall Street Festival and Parade was born. I will never forget that day and just to drive home a point I wore these very revealing cut-off shorts. They showed half of the lower part of my ass cheeks and you know that a bubble butt hanging half naked in the air draws a lot of attention. I also wore a cowboy hat, no significance there but I needed the protection from the sun. The hat was black to match my black leather chaps…I think it looked terrific, so much so that the television stations got a few shots and it was aired that night.
I looked so good that one of the event organizers asked me to get on one of th
e floats. I agreed of course, and the result was amazing. When it was all over I had 23 business cards and at least a dozen or so pieces of paper with phone numbers on them. Since I couldn’t do much to screen which ones I liked or which ones I would reject, what I did was that I would place the good ones, some that showed potential on my left pocket. All the rejects would go on my right pocket. So now I had at least a dozen potential dates in the coming days if I decided to call.
But I did pick up somebody at the parade and it was one of the fellows that were on the float with me. It was one of these incredible bodies and he had shaved his head but had a couple of days’ worth of growth on his face…he was the poster boy for masculinity.
After the parade was over he asked me to join him and the rest of the fellows on the float to the bar that sponsored the float. We were to have drinks on the house of course. I am not much of a heavy drinker but we started doing shots and soon I got a delightful buzz. He asked me to go home with him. His name was Pablo and he was a personal trainer; sometimes high end escort, or so he said and I had no reason to doubt him…he was worth paying for it.
Of course I had seen his magnificent body, after all, all he wore on the float were these very skimpy silver posing swimsuit so I knew the body was spectacular. I did see a very large basket, the bulge on Pablo was enormous. But when he took off his clothes at his apartment and I actually saw his dick, I knew right away I had to have it up my ass and I no longer had doubts that he was an expensive whore. The cock was uncut and had a very remarkable bend to the right…totally curved and that my friends translates into very heavy cock to pucker friction.
As soon as we were in his apartment he went for me like a buzzard on dead carrion…he was so energetic, so very assertive that I melted at his touch. Passionate kissing followed and he was just licking and biting every inch of my body. But before I got to suck his cock he stopped and told me: “You know Kevin, the reason you are here with me is because you are terrific; I get to have a lot of sex but I never get to be with someone I really like. Most of the time I have to perform for older men who are not very attractive and I do it for the money. But today is my day and you are my very special treat”
I was very flattered but before I could say anything he was all over me again, this time with even more enthusiasm. It was as he said “his treat” and I wanted to do so many things to him but I was only submitting to his wishes. He did put his cock in my mouth and I was able to suck him for a while but he was a lot more interested in fucking me and he soon went down on me, licked my balls and raised my legs so he could get to my pucker.
He ate it like a hungry dog that hasn’t eaten in three days. My ass for him was a gourmet dish, a way of satisfying his hunger for someone he liked. He didn’t waste any time however and inserted a couple of fingers in my ass, followed by his cock which was as I expected large and with that bend on it I would get some unusual friction.
The rim job made me so hot that by the time he penetrated me I was almost at the po
int of having an anal orgasm. When he started to pump away and was thrusting all his nine inches into me I couldn’t hold it back and shot my wad in the front. But it was accompanied by an anal orgasm that arrived after I was finished ejaculating in the front…that was a first for me because I usually have these anal contractions and then my dick starts to spew out cum.
“oh Kevin, you have no idea, oh, oh, fuck, oh, oh, you are incredible, ah, ah, ah, you are gonna make me cum, ah, ah, aaaaaaaaaaah” and he shot his wad right into my hole.
Here are some more pictures of Pride parades of previous years
PHOTO SOURCE: http://www.pinknews.co.uk/images/anitabryant.jpg
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