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This is a work of fiction. While places and locations are or were real, all names of persons are strictly a figment of the author's imagination.
A Dream Fulfilled
One warm summer evening, my boyfriend François, and I, Chris, were checking out the gorgeous hunks cruising The Village and eying the packages that were ambling along the street. It was Pride Week in Montréal, and gays from all across North America were in town for the festivities. François, as usual, was wearing his white silk basketball shorts, while I was sporting my short blue rugby shorts. They were so short, that if I had sprung a boner, everyone on the street would have seen the head of my cock.
There was eye candy everywhere. Guys from the smaller cities and towns were crowding into Priape snapping up the leather masks, whips, and leather chaps; all items that were unavailable in areas outside the large metropolis. Clubs, like The Sky, and The Campus, had line-ups that went around the corner of the street. The terraces such as the one in front of l'Aigle Noir (The Black Eagle) were crammed with partygoers and tourists alike taking in the camaraderie of the event.
Because Ste-Catherine Street was turned into a pedestrian-only thoroughfare for the summer, there were throngs of gays of all stripes. All of a sudden, François nudged me and pointed to a couple of guys we have known for ages. Barry (for whom I have always had the hots) and his husband Cliff were walking toward us, hand in hand. Obviously, we are happy to see them and they, us. They were bubbling over with energy having just arrived from their home in NYC and were taking in the sights, commenting on this and that. Although Barry and Cliff had been married for a number of years, theirs was an open marriage, with both of them having multiple adventures both away from their home as well as in front of each other and sometimes even having threesomes.
The four of us had a couple of beers at Rocky's and then wended our way west to grab a bite to eat. We ended up choosing Da Giovanni's, known all over the Province not only for its specialty -- spaghetti but also because the Gay Community has always been welcome at this place to eat. We took a booth and as Barry and I were the first to take our seats we had the wall on one side with my boyfriend, François beside me, and Cliff sitting beside Barry opposite François on the aisle side. After placing our orders, we all had a glass of wine to celebrate our meeting as well as to celebrate Pride.
While we were gabbing and catching up on our respective lives, I felt one of Barry's feet slyly rubbing my right leg. I have always carried myself to the right, and Barry must have noticed which way my cock was laying in my shorts when we met up. Here was the guy I had always lusted after, and he was hitting up on me. I looked over to him, and he gave me a wink and put his finger to his lips, indicating to me not to say a word. He didn't need to tell me twice as I wasn't going to let the occasion pass me by.
François and Cliff were having a great time reminiscing about the last time we were at their home down in New York. All this while, Barry was working his bare foot up my leg. He had apparently taken off his sandal and I could feel his toes climbing up toward my knee. I stretched out my leg and slid forward in my seat so that he could have better access to my crotch. Mt cock was hard as a rock and I could feel drops of pre-cum dripping down onto my thigh.
At this point, our waiter arrived at our table with our food, so I sat back again in my seat.
The respite did not last long, as Barry again started his ascent up my leg with his bare foot. Once more I slid forward in my seat and straightened my leg giving Barry access to my waiting crotch. Slowly, so as to not draw attention to what we were doing, he drew nearer to my twitching cock that was anticipating the feel of his bare foot. His toes found my ball sack and played with my testicles. All this time, we were calmly eating our spaghetti, drawing each noodle into our mouth simulating what we would like to do with each other's "noodle".
Finally, Barry's toes reached their destination and I felt them riding up and down from my gland to the base of my cock. Up and down, up and down relentlessly, gradually bringing me to a high degree of excitation. Our waiter came to my rescue by bringing us our dessert. We had all ordered ice cream sundaes -- François and I had caramel sundaes, while Barry and Cliff had the chocolate sundaes. We all had a good laugh seeing the cherries on top by commenting how we all had lost our cherries years ago. The obvious jokes involving the whipped cream on the sundaes and what it represented had us all laughing.
Barry was staring at me and sticking his tongue into the whipped cream showing me that he wanted to taste my cream.
This, of course, brought me closer and closer in anticipation of what we could do together if we had the chance. All this while, he was masturbating me with his toes. I could feel my ejaculation rising closer and closer to eruption. Without warning, I shot my load onto Barry's bare foot, in between his toes, and all over the top and bottom of his foot. I let out a grunt when I came and both Cliff and Chris looked at me wondering what had happened. I said that I had eaten too much ice cream at once and suffered a brain freeze. After our meal, Barry and Cliff invited us over to their junior suite at a nearby hotel, which we accepted (how could I refuse?). We settled down in the living room section of the suite, and we had a drink of Jack Daniels. Barry asked Cliff if he minded Barry showing me the souvenirs they had purchased. When Cliff said not at all, Barry and I went to the bedroom section where we soon were feeling each other's, bulge, with my cock fully outside the leg of my shorts.
I quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down around his ankles. His boxers immediately followed and a beautiful circumcised cock of 7 inches stood at attention in front of me. Without wasting a second, I was down on my knees and wrapping my lips around the object I had always been dreaming of sucking.
I heard a barely audible groan from Barry as he pushed his hot rod down my throat. He pulled out a bit so that I could take a breath and I allowed his cock to slide out just a little before engulfing his entire member until I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my nose. I continued to make love to his cock and I could feel it start to swell
and become rigid. Almost immediately, a rush of hot cum filled my waiting mouth and I could feel his cock pulsing with each spurt of his man juice. Afterward,I eagerly cleaned his shaft with my lips and tongue. As Barry pulled up his shorts and jeans, I rose to give him a kiss so that we could enjoy together the taste of his cum. It was then that I looked over Barry's shoulder and into their bedroom mirror, only to see François and Cliff watching the show from the bedroom door. Later, François, knowing how much I had lusted over Barry for many years asked me, "Was it worth it" and I replied, "Yes, thank you", We all went back to the living room and had a final drink before leaving and promising to get together again next year.