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I recently visited one of the numerous CSDs in NRW and was very happy to see old acquaintances and new gay assfuck faces. For several years I had not been at a CSD and accordingly very excited to see what all has changed.
But as soon as I arrived, I felt quite uncomfortable. In fact, a lot of things were no longer the same ... And partly I was a little disappointed. Even then, there was already proper partying ... No question. But sex on the open road must - in my opinion - not be.
After all, among other things, many young people come to the roadside to stand up for tolerance. You can also live out a possible fetish in your hotel room.
As erotic as gay porn may be, I don't need to watch an assfuck on the open street.
All this was just too much for me and at some point I just wanted to go home. The times of the "harmless" marches seem to have long since ceased to exist and this wild fucking went enormously against the grain for me. (Admittedly: Maybe I exaggerate a bit and of course there was not fucked on every street corner. But the next bush, from which moaning sounds came, was not always too far away).
But it was to my advantage that I had decided to leave earlier. Because: This way I could get to know Pablo. A Spanish exchange student who wanted to see an exuberant CSD parade for once in his life. We got to know each other when I wanted to leave the event and he briefly fetched beer.
All in all, I had only spent two hours on the side of the road. I was really annoyed and wanted to rather go to my PC to gamble instead of having to see here that so many guys were probably more concerned with picking someone up than "standing up for the good cause". I was so caught up in my bad mood that I didn't notice my immediate surroundings anymore and just went off.
This was probably also the reason why I suddenly felt enormous pain in my leg and I perceived incomprehensible cursing. I immediately apologized and looked up. Then I looked into the most beautiful eyes that I was ever allowed to behold. The color was deep brown and my counterpart had a curly black head. His body was athletic and he had a considerable height of about 1.90 meters, ... I would estimate at least.
He seemed really angry and now started to speak in German. His Spanish accent already made me slightly nervous. I apologized again and noticed that the front wheel of his bike was bent. We talked briefly and I assured him that my insurance would cover the damage. However, I didn't want to let him go yet and invited him for a cocktail to keep things peaceful and relaxed.
This is how the best fuck of my life happened
Pablo accepted my invitation and we quickly moved from formality to chatty small talk. He told me what brought him to Germany and that he had long planned to "finally" visit a CSD. To my positive surprise, he made negative comments about the same topics that bothered me and so we were able to keep our conversation going. After a very short time, it felt like we were on a date. At least my stomach was tingling and I didn't want to embarrass myself.
I said at some point: "Everyone is allowed to have any fetish and live it out, but please not publicly on the street, but in the bedroom or in suitable locations." He agreed with me and just said, "I also like to fuck men in bedrooms." His mistakes in the pronunciation I found already extremely cute.
After that, the conversation went more and more into detail and it became salacious. We looked around and saw some children and their mothers, some of whom looked at us in shock. He suggested to continue our conversation in a more private place and so I ended up in his dorm room.
He welcomed me to his premises, sat down on the bed and I joined him. This was to be the beginning of a wonderful gay ass fuck. As we sat side by side on the bed, we looked at each other for a long time and I had again lost myself in Pablo's eyes within a few seconds.
That's why I just wanted to kiss those wonderful lips, explore that horny body and feel his magnificent cock inside me. He kissed just as I expected from a hot-blooded Spaniard (cliché). His tongue felt delicate and soft. It played in my mouth and soon I had a hand stuck in my pants. Just the mere touch triggered an enormous latte in me.
We took off our clothes and naked the guy made me even more crazy. Since I just could not help but pounce on him and cover his entire body with kisses. This he seemed to enjoy very much, because he let me and caressed my body. At some point I had worked my way to his magnificent cock and I gave him a blowjob in a class of its own. The moans and head holding were a nice compliment for me.
He enjoyed this blowjob for quite a while. Then he straightened up and said he really wanted to give me a gay ass fuck. These words made my cock pulsate and I went into a kneeling position so we could do it doggystyle. He still said that he would love this sight... And the next second I already felt his tongue spoiling my asshole.
The rimjob made my lust almost explode and I could hardly wait until his bulging part rammed my prostate. I also did not have to wait long until I felt his bulging glans on my asshole and he slowly penetrated me. He remained very careful with everything and my butt hole slowly stretched by his big cock.
Even before he was completely stuck in, he already began to give me a violent and horny gay ass fuck. He whipped me through the bed and held on to my hips so that I really always stayed where he wanted me.
The sex was tender, but also violent, sometimes brutal and then again gentle and slow. My entire body was flooded with pleasure and the violent thrusts bounced against my prostate. This made me feel an orgasm coming up inside me and so I squirted a good load onto his bed. He kept fucking me long enough to come himself. After that, we lay next to each other, satisfied and cuddling. After we had recovered, we approved a few more rounds. After we said goodbye, however, we never saw each other again. A pity actually. But so the CSD then still had something good.
By the way, afterwards I found out that many of my friends did not feel the said CSD at all like I did. They had not seen a single time "street sex". Apparently it really depends on which snapshots you just catch.