Ian Tyler Erotica
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Pride
🕑 Added 2023-06-16 19:15:18 +0000 UTCI try to keep pop culture references and trending topics out of my stories, but it would be remiss for me not to reference this pride month in particular. There have been many attacks on the liberties of trans people right now, and my media is only for those that support that community. I'm not trying to get on a soapbox since this is luckily a mostly insulated bubble of like-minded people, but I just had to preface this story quickly.
Do not worry though- I didn't try to ram some hidden meaning in this story. It's pure erotica which just happens to be set at a pride parade. I wrote this possibly before I even came up with the name Ian Tyler, and it was inspired by one photo that still turns me on. So, enjoy this story (whether you subscribe to me yet or not), and if you safely can, please celebrate what we do have to be proud of this month!
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I looked up and down the crowded street for my friends, but it was hopeless. The group I came with had been sucked into the crowd and were probably halfway down the parade.
This was my first pride event since coming out to my friends, but I wasn’t decked out in full rainbow gear. I envied the men on floats dancing to music in tiny pastel briefs. They had the confidence that I wish I had. No, I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and sweating in the June heat. The music seemed to get louder and louder, and I stepped back from the curb to find any possible shade away from the street. It was hard to get around people, but I tried. I heard a beep behind me and lunged out of the way of a man pushing a cart full of flags. I lost my balance but immediately felt two strong hands on my shoulders to steady me. I looked up into the face of one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen.
Well, hey there.
He spoke with a slight Southern accent, which seemed even hotter surrounded by the Bostonians surrounding me. His face was mostly in the shadows, but his white teeth shone as he spoke. He was probably in his fifties, a good thirty years ahead of me. He had salt and pepper hair under a visor, and a boyish grin that softened his whole face. But his body was that of a man, opposite of the small number of guys that I’d hooked up with since coming out in college. I realized that I was staring and tried to break out of his trance.
Thanks for saving me- my name’s Michael.
Spencer. You seem a little lost- first time here?
Yeah. This is the first time I’ve been able to come out to the event. And, well, I guess just come out in general.
He laughed at that, and it sent shivers down my spine.
You gotta loosen up kid, enjoy the day. You sweating from nerves or the heat? Because one of those can be fixed.
As he said that last sentence, I knew that I would do whatever he said. He had flashed that smile again, and I felt my inhibitions going away. The tension in my shoulders was starting to fade, and I realized that I was just fine with being away from my friends for a little bit.
I could deal with a quick fix. How can you help me out?
The man stepped forward into the light, and I realized that I didn’t even know his name. But with a body like his, that didn’t matter. He was covered in chest hair, from his pecs down to his pubes, showing over the top of his loose shorts. Without a belt, they looked ready to fall down at any moment. I think that was the intention.
First step, it’s much too hot out here to be wearing a shirt. Especially with a body like yours. May I?
I slowly nodded, and he took another step forward. He slid my backpack of free goodies that I’d picked up a couple of blocks away gently over my shoulders and reached for the collar of my shirt and slowly pulled. I felt a breeze blow over my exposed torso, and I lifted my arms up to help him out. I instinctively tried to cover my chest, but after seeing how he looked at me, I stood there exposed.
My body wasn’t as fit as his was, but in that moment, I realized that it didn’t matter. He bit his top lip, just for a split second, and I felt so seen. I looked down at myself, and even I felt confident in my body.
Next, maybe even show a little more skin. He rubbed a hand down his chest and rested it right inside his waistband. His pants drooped a little further, and I thought I could even see the base of his thick cock. What do you say?
I, uh, yeah, yeah. I think I’m ready for that.
Before I could second guess myself, he had pulled on the waistband of my jeans. They fell a couple of inches and exposed the waistbands of my light blue boxers.
Huh, I didn’t realize you were wearing underwear. Based on how much bulge you’re rocking, I assumed you were commando like I was.
As he saw the blush rush to my face, he burst out laughing. His body jiggled and his pants fell another inch. I decided that I wanted the upper hand back.
I’m not sure I’m ready to ditch the underwear on the street, but I might be able to get out of these pants.
It was his turn to look shocked now. Before I could chicken out, I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the pavement. My boxers were loose enough to still cover me up, but the cool breeze was too nice to care what I had on. I turned around and leaned down to put my clothes into my bookbag. I felt those hands on me again, caressing my hips. I felt his cock through his shorts and wiggled a bit more before standing back up.
I turned towards him and felt his mouth on mine. I opened up to him and let him take the lead. After a few seconds, he pulled away and grabbed my hand. I looked down and felt him writing his number on my hand with a sharpie.
I always carry one of these markers at these parades to give out my number, but I think I’m good for now. Put it in your bookbag, and I’ll get it back tonight.
I grabbed the pen and zipped it into my bag and turned to see him walking away into the crowd. He looked back, winked, and melted into the throng of people on the curb. I thought about putting my clothes back on and finding my friends, but I shelved that idea. I looked down to see how noticeable my hard-on was and then melted back into the crowd myself.
