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Gay parade

            The upbeat music made my body move uncontrollably, swaying and gyrating left to right, dip here and there, entice the on looking crowd held back by the bars. The flag waved around, the rainbow colours literally pouring from the sky in the form of paper pieces; I am not a fan of the ‘gay flag’, it must’ve been made by the extremely flamboyant men, you know, the ones whom look and acted very feminine; fem boys. I am not a big fan of the parade either, to tell you the truth, it doesn’t show pride in being gay, just male and female candy displayed and ripe for fucking.

            The parade barley had anything to do with homosexuality to speak the truth, filled mostly of dancing, and display of fetishes. One out of ten floats were dedicated to the real beginnings of these parades, the men whom fought for equal rights, the men whom faced discrimination, they deserved this, and I can see some of the older gentlemen and ladies from that era in the crowd and they were not big fans of the parade. But they came, and enjoyed the party; that is what it really was, a party filled of drugs, throbbing music, sexual dancing, and sex.

            Why am I here, why do I do this year after year… because of him; that godly body moving beautifully, enticingly, and oh so sinfully. The moment I laid eyes on him, I became obsessed, watching him, chasing that float through the crowd just to keep watching him. Like a hopeless stalker I saved every picture of him on my computer form the Pride pictures, a secretive video collection dedicated to him, recordings of past parades.

            Many fem boys gushed over him, dreaming of him above them fucking them stupid; fools, he wasn’t a top, no the way he moved those sexy powerful hips, he was purely bottom, and by those slight movements, you could tell he could ride a man into a magnificent abysmal oblivion, and lord knows, I am far more than willing to allow those hips work above me; my aching cock his saddle.

            In the past three years I made my way to his float, ensuring a spot by any means necessary, and I mean by any means. It was a damn good thing I was in amazing shape, because I was accepted on that float with him, the man the people deemed King of the parade.

            It never remains the same, always something different. My first year here, it was a beach party theme, and he looked especially delicious wearing males booty shorts, and a pair of dark glasses, straddling the large water hose making the crowd go wild upon seeing him; my duty suffered, unable to toss the beads and advertising magnets to the crowd my attention solely engrossed into the King. I learned his name that year, and what a sexy name it was; Vegeta, perfect…

            The second year we were Trojans, advertising the condom brand. By heaven itself he was a glorious sight. His chest and powerful thighs exposed the fake sword in hand, and those thumping hips, oh gods, remembering it now made me drool. I was a durex man myself, but after that, I was all Trojan.

            This year, it was a humours theme; never one to do the same thing. The gay comedic song “It’s okay to be gay” by Tomboy, played on repeat, the men on the float made sections of homoerotic fantasies on the hauler, I was playing the sexy jock, others were soldiers, pilots, farmers, and then there was him, the only one in his theme; more special than us; in which he was. He was wearing leather black chaps, a tight male bikini bottom covering his intimate area, his ass exposed for all to drool over, a whip wrapped around his chest and shoulder, and to top it off a cowboy hat sat innocently on his head. But what truly sold it, what made it all the more sexier, was what he rode on. A mechanical bull, bringing him up and down, his hips sliding back and forth, lifting and descending on the machine, its movements slow and mesmerizing, his hand up in the air, acting like any bull rider. Damn I could be his bull; a bull that would buck him off, but damn well make sure he would need to get his balance.

            The crowd cheered and screamed for Vegeta, obscene calls made him smirk devilishly, and I knew why he was here. He was a fucking tease, only here to drive men insane with fantasies of his body, his dark onyx eyes. My cock twitched and my balls throbbed, I wanted him, did I ever want him, I would gladly sell my soul just for one night of hot passion, having him move above me, fuck him stupid all night long.

            At the very end, parking in our spot, away from the crowds, I stumbled down the float, my cock making it very uncomfortable to move, something I should get use to if I was going to continue this. A hand halted me, thankful for the cup I was wearing making my erection unnoticeable, but uncomfortable. When I turned and saw those eyes looking up at me made me freeze on spot. He smiled up to me wickedly, he knew of my need…

            He wrapped a hand behind my neck, pulling me down to him, and whispered into my ear. “How many more times are you going to stare at me and lick your lips, and not ask me out to dinner?”

            My lips moved, but nothing came out, stunned into silence. His chuckle made my body shivered, and I could feel the devilishness’ pour out of him from the sound of his deep raspy voice. “I’ll meet you here at nine tonight, and we will take a walk down to the restaurant. Don’t be late Raditz.”

            He let me up, his eyes flashing into mine, I can see the desire in them; he wanted me! Me, he could have any man he wanted married or not, but he choose me to keep him company this night, and I be damned if I decline. I nodded dumbly to him, oh yeah, I’ll be here, with bloody bells on, I’ll be here waiting for perfection to return…