Pride Month - not well endowed but what a bottom

Hung like a grape

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By Paco Prado

All that meat and no potatoes!

It was tragic; it was as if nature worked very hard on making this guy really beautiful and well built and then went to sleep when it came time to unleash the testosterone that would have developed his genitalia.

I really felt sorry for this kid. The guy was one of the most devastatingly beautiful young men my eyes had the pleasure of seeing. He was everything you would want: The face was very symmetrical and pretty. The skin of a quality and color that made you feel envious, it was soft and even though he was very white, he tanned easily and had this golden hue which disappeared on his buttocks where the true color remained untouched by the sun rays.

The little guy had a body. He was not tall, only 5’6” but it was all packed in muscle and firm as hell. It too was very proportionate and when he took his shirt off you just had to stare at the beautiful chest and the pretty nipples. His pecs were well developed and his arms although not massive, they had that toned muscularity and a certain degree of vascularity as well.

He had black hair which he always had disheveled; he did not have a full beard yet but had a half ass attempt at a goatee and a wimpy moustache. Nevertheless his appearance was stunning and there were tats over his body: one that was of particular interest was the one on his neck that ran down to his left shoulders.

I was manning one of the stalls at the Gay Pride Festival when he came as did many of the thousand young men and women out for the afternoon of fun and pride display. He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth and asked if anyone there had a light. I did and got the lighter and held it up to light his cigarette. I was once told that you knew if a guy was a top o a bottom by the way he reacted when you lit his cigarette: if he was a top, he would just get the cigarette in his mouth and guide it towards the flame and would puff and if he was a bottom he would grab your hand and guide the light towards the cigarette. I think it is true to a great degree and also the way a guy holds a cigarette when he puffs on it. If he is a top he will often just have it hanging from his lips and is puffing on it and when he removes it he does so with his index finger and thumb. If he is a bottom, he will hold the cigarette between the middle finger and the index and more often than not will make a graceful movement while withdrawing it from his mouth. This too I have found to be somewhat consistent.

“you work with the Gay Rights Campaign?” he asked. “yeah, I volunteer once in a while to help them raise funds”. I answered. “You know you are one hell of a stud, don’t you, I have seen all of your films”

He added. “Oh, thanks, but I am sure that I am not as beautiful as you, why have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror lately? Not only are you pretty and have a killer body but you have youth on your side, me, at age 31 I am way overdue for retirement from the porn movie business” I told him. And you know what his answer was? “I am sure that is true for most porn stars, but you still have the good looks and you are getting better with age, you are now more mature and that is sexy as hell, besides, I have never seen any porn star shoot their wads as far as you nor in the quantities you cum” he said. I was a bit taken back with this comment because I was at that time having a certain insecurity about the work I was doing and we all know how much of a premium gay culture places on youth and looking young.

“Sorry, my name is Morgan, how rude of me” he said. “would you like a bottle of cold water?” I asked, and he said yes. Model and porn star Mathew Rush was working the booth with me he got me one bottle and gave him the other and at that point he takes off his shirt. I am sure it was for my benefit because he sort of flexed and preened and I could appreciate what a beautiful body he had. Not just the body, he had the armpits I am willing to give my right tit for. Black and bushy and set between the firm pecs and the muscular biceps it made it a very pleasant sight. This was eye candy at its best.

“I am Paco” I said, “I know, I know a lot about you” he answered. “Do you have much longer here at the stall or could I talk you into having a drink with me?” he asked. “Actually I only have about half an hour to go, volunteered from noon until four and it is already three thirty. But if I accept you must let me treat.”” Fine with me”, he said. He said then that he was going to look at the rest of the displays and the stalls and would be back in half an hour to have drinks together. He did and he came back when I was counting the money. I had collected almost $2,000.00 in donations and it was not due to the generosity of the people attending but because I was a porn star they knew and jerked off while watching my movies. They would place money on my jock strap and it was an endless parade of old aunties getting their cookies out of groping me as they placed their bills.

Morgan showed up on time and I asked him if he wanted to go to the bar that was having a T-dance a block away and he said that was ok with him. On our way there I was surprised to see a group of guys who must have been shit faced drunk with cowboy hats some of them and their shirts off. They were kissing and one had his hand up his crack while he was getting kissed. It was a nice sight to see and not one person minded. This was true freedom and gay pride at its best.

We entered the bar and the noise was unreal. The boom box was making everything tremble and shake. The bodies were moving in unison to the beat and everyone there had their shirts off. It was packed with beautiful young bodies. I followed suit and took off my shirt as well. That is when Morgan commented: “Good grief Paco, I never thought I could actually get to see your beautiful body this close. You have no idea how many times I have made love to you” My answer was, and I had to yell so he could hear me over the music: “Would you now like to have the real thing?” his answer was: “Shit yes, I want that big ten inch cock of yours up my ass”

I told him that because of Gay Pride I wasn’t able to get a hotel room nearby and he said that it was ok, that we could go to his apartment and it was not far away. We walked to my rented car and had a hell of a time getting out of there. But we got to his apartment which was actually within walking distance but I didn’t want to have the car left in the parking lot because they were very clear in their instructions that the parking lot was to be closed at ten that evening and any cars left there would have to remain there until Monday morning when the school opened.

Upon entering the apartment, Morgan embraced me and gave me a very passionate kiss. I guess it was the culmination of so many jerk off sessions he had while watching me in my films. But the guy was hot and kissed very well. Soon his hands started to explore my body and I his. He went for my chest and sucked on my nipples and then I went for his chest and his armpits. The pants came off and he just stood there looking at my schlong. It was as if he was transfixed, totally hypnotized by my cock. It was then that I stepped forward a little and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor and Morgan was not wearing underwear either. But then I realized how unfortunate this guy was: his dick could not have been any bigger than four inches. It was smaller than most and he was also uncut. Well, I thought to myself, this is going to be a bottom whether he likes it or not because he has a bubble butt and no dick. I turned him around and went to kiss his ass cheeks. He bent over some and grabbed each cheek with his hands to part them and to invite me to go further. I did, I started to caress that glorious ass with my fingers, taking a sniff to see if it was clean. At that point, I began smelling it and eventually got my tongue to do some exploration. My tongue licked the pucker hole and then darting in and out of it.
“Oh, oh, oh boy! That is so good, oh, oh, yes, eat my pussy, yes, it is yours, oh, oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh, oh fuck me. Yes, fuck my ass, I want that big dick of yours up my pussy” And I went for it bareback.

Morgan took it like the good bottom he is, not one complaint, not even a sign on his face of any discomfort, just the opposite. The minute my cock was completely inside his ass, his face lit up, he actually had a smile of pleasure in his beautiful face. No sense in taking it slow, I thought, and I started to pump the hell out of it and then ramming it in and out and fucking it with all my might. This boy was getting fucked, it was the fuck of the decade and he was enjoying every minute of it.

After about ten minutes of this vigorous fuck, Morgan told me he was cumming. I cupped my hand in the front of his dick and sure enough, the palm of my hand was filled with his young boy juice. I offered it to him and he drank some of it and then he had me drink the rest and I licked my hand until there was no trace of his semen. Of course this was such a turn on that I started to shoot my wad. Stream after long stream of man juice went into this boy’s innermost places. It felt so good he said. And I was totally surrendering to passion and the delicious orgasm I was having while fucking this young guy.

I left and thanked him and he kissed me passionately and said he would never forget this fuck. It was his dream and it came to be. It was no longer in his imagination; it was a real fuck with a real orgasm.

In the case of Morgan, all the signals were wrong: he had tats on his left side; he did not hold my hand when I lit his cigarette nor did he hold it with his index and middle finger but did so with his index and thumb. He had a deep voice and there wasn’t a trace of femininity about him. The guy was butch through and through except in bed. He was a delightful bottom.