Rose Parade pick up

But afterwards it was raining men

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By Paco Prado

While I lived in California my family used to go to the Rose Parade. After I grew up I seldom missed one…braving the cold and rare rain but I would be there freezing my bolitas off. This one year it wasn’t any different. The thing about the Rose Parade that every year it gets better…it is as if they try to outdo what they did the previous year.

Post-Parade Float Display: The afternoon after the Rose Parade and all day for the next two days, you can see the beautiful creations close-up and it takes about 2 hours to see them all. Parking is impossible at the viewing area, and your best bet is to use the shuttle service... You have to buy viewing tickets in the shuttle bus parking lots. Arrive early: not only is it less crowded then, but you won't miss out in case they stop selling tickets later because of the crowds.

The first thing you notice as you get closer to the floats is the glorious flower scent...it gets stronger and stronger and finally you realize that the one that overpowers the rest are the lilies, which is perhaps the flower that gives off the strongest scent. But the men compete with the beauty of the floats; most of them breeder daddies that I would give my right tit to take them to bed and fuck them in the ass. Others are by themselves and shamelessly cruising other guys.

The floats get more elaborate and true works of art. I got to meet one of the most famous of the Rose Parade float designers: Raul Rodriguez, (no relation to our blogger). Amazingly enough this is what he does all year, nothing but... and already planning for the following year’s floats.

Sometimes I would go after the parade where they park the floats and really take a look at them from close proximity…I think it is the best way to appreciate the craftsmanship and the beauty.

Without a doubt, there are thousands of people who do the same…some of those missed the parade altogether and some are nuts like me. I met one of those after we cruised each other…we were walking side by side appreciating this and the other float. But since our paths coincided I slowed the pace to be near him and kept my eye on him. This didn’t go unnoticed by him and I think he was playing it to the hilt. He was playing hard to get but I knew he was interested.

It all changed when a couple of other gay guys began to cruise me. When he realized he had competition the guy made his move and made a comment about one of the floats when he was almost touching me while we were standing there side by side.

He said: “So, which one did you like best?”

Me: “Oh, that…I think that the FTD float was by far the best…but then again, they are the flower people…aren’t they?” and I grabbed my crotch making it obvious to him that I had something down there I could offer him.

Dude: “Beautiful, just beautiful” he said this as he saw my bulge and didn’t take his eyes off my crotch.

Me: “My name is Paco Prado”

Dude: “I’m Sam…Sam Frimm”

Me: “Glad to meet you…we are just about through looking at the floats…there are only two more left…did you park at the shuttle or nearby?

Sam: “No, I’m parked at the shuttle parking lot, why?” Would you like to go somewhere and get some coffee? A cold day like this needs some hot liquid to fight it”

Me: “I had other things in mind other than coffee”

Sam: “Is that right? Well, I had a few things on my mind as well” and again he looked at my crotch.

Me: “I would invite you to my place but I live in Laguna Beach”

Sam: “I’m in West Hollywood…that should be close enough” We got in the shuttle after seeing the last two floats and sat next to each other…with his thigh putting pressure on mine.

I followed him to his apartment…and that was not easy because he ran three yellow traffic lights…He lived in an apartment house that was almost a copy of the one in “Melrose Place”. Parking was a pain in the ass but I finally found a spot…almost two blocks away!

Let me tell you about Sam…he was thirty something and not really a pretty man; instead, what it was so attractive about him was that he was very masculine…almost rough around the edges and he had a very deep voice…no traces of gay behavior. He had dark hair and a heavy beard which he seemed to have skipped shaving that morning.

When I came in after parking the car, he hugged me and kissed me…damn, he was a good kisser and very assertively began to undress me…My thoughts at the moment were: “well Paco, get ready to get fucked” and I wasn’t sure I was “fresh” because I had left Laguna at four thirty and had only been to the bathroom to pee in one of those portable toilets provided by the city of Pasadena.

In any case, I thought if he insisted I would excuse myself and go to the john.

Sam had a nice body…nothing spectacular…some body hair…dark and very sexy in strategic places…like his armpits were to die for…and guess what? When I started to lick his chest and his nipples I found out he didn’t use deodorant…even though it was cold out, he still had that lingering macho scent…it was just a big turn on for me.

 

But what Sam did have was a beautiful cock…it was uncut, with a lot of foreskin totally covering the head and not too small; but not so big either that I couldn’t fit into my mouth with ease. So I proceeded to engulf his manhood with my mouth and it sent him to the stratosphere…he was moaning and groaning like nobody I’ve heard before while getting sucked.

I started to alternate and get his testicles in my mouth…one at a time as they were too big to have them both; this was also giving him far too much pleasure and I see that he opened up his legs and then began to raise them as I got closer to his pucker. Eventually I got there, a very pink and puckering hole…it was contracting and relaxing indicating it was hungry. My tongue wasn’t sufficient to satiate him so I introduced one, two and eventually all four fingers and he was now moaning louder and with obvious pleasure.

I ate that ass and my intentions were to get it good and primed for further penetration. And then he said: “fuck me; I want you to fuck me”

I was taken back because you know how some tops sometimes will love to have their asses eaten but from that to getting fucked is a different story; besides, every indication I had was that this guy was anything but a top…macho…super masculine and I was totally wrong…the old boy liked to get it up the ass.

Sam: “oh, oh, my God, that is an enormous cock, ah, ah, yeah, fuck yeah, ah, ah, fuck, fuck me, fuck me hard” as he accompanied my thrusts with a moan done in falsetto...not his deep masculine voice. At this point I think he felt more like a bitch being fucked because he also started what can only be described as wailing...non-stop, almost sobbing from the pleasure. "Aaaah, aaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaah, yeah, fuck my ass, aaaaaah, aaaaah, shit man that is one big cock....aaaaaah, aaaaaaah, eeeeeeeh, eeeeeeeh, ooooooh, oooooooh"

I went at this with more zeal because he was doubly tempting…I mean, a butch, hyper-masculine dude begging to get fucked. I really had no mercy…I was fucking the daylights out of Sam and he kept urging me to go deeper and fuck him harder.

The inevitable was to happen because Sam began to shoot his load and catch it with his hand…offering it to me to lick and then licking the remains of it himself…that was enough to send me over the edge and I shot a mega load into his ass. When I pulled out there was a rush of cum not just squirting...it was a torrent that traveled a good four or five feet outward.

So it didn’t rain on my parade after all…