FIRST PRIDE

Writer: Armetis

Subject: First Pride

Link: Email LS666 / 10.05.2023

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

First Pride

Every year more people attending the pride parade here. With a record number last year, almost twenty-five thousand. Was an amazing colorful crowd, with an international touch. Two things were the main subject — Marriage between males, being able to adopt — Protest against the invasion of Russia.

Because of the war in Ukraine, hundreds of refugees came here. Only mothers with their kids, seventy to eighty percent of the women are young (twenty to thirty). 

They live under bad conditions, from donations etc. Many of the women, knowing that their husbands got killed in the war, are sending their little ones to orphanages, running by the government or the church or from private institutions. And going to wealthy countries selling their bodies. This is the only way to make a better way for living.

You can imagine what’s going on in those places. Literally you can order whatever you want, of course if you have money and the right connections. The key word is donation. Which I took advantage of many times.

Now back to the Pride. Reporters from sites and television are asking gays, especially couples, about adding to the LGBTQ the letter ‘P’. It was so funny to see and hear them front of the cameras, trying to hide their feelings. And after all, how they were laughing and smiling at each other.

As you know, many of global institutes are pushing the agenda for normalization of homosexuality, transgenderism. 2020-2030 agenda is the normalization of adoption — which is a huge step for us. Anyway, Pride is taking place summer. So many young boys, half naked, sweating under the hot sun! At the end of the parade is when the fun starts. After parties taking place at clubs or bars.

The parade is a great opportunity to get in touch and make new friends. I have my eyes open the whole time, making silly selfies and photos making contact. See who’s in if I make a move. This is a typical first step. My group of age is teenagers. At the end, almost all of them are drunk and high.

I’m wearing high end clothing, a Rolex and a convertible Mercedes. Almost all of them when they see my car they are willing to do anything for me. I have fuck so many young boys because these things.

During the parade I’ve noticed many young women marching on with their kids with flags of Ukraine, LGBTQ community supporting them. Small groups here and there. The first thing I noticed was their clothes. Small shorts, t shirt with the rainbow all over. Blonde hair blue eyes, smooth hairless bodies. I was searching for something special. And I found the perfect group of mother.

They were all so beautiful, but even more their little boys. I started following them, taking pictures of them. When one of them, Natasha, asked me why I was taking pictures of her boy. She was the only one who noticed that. Asked me to show her the pictures. I was surprised but I was handling the situation. She waived to her friends, that everything is okay. We stepped out of the crowd. Few steps away from a coffee shop and I kindly ask her if she wanted to have a drink. We went to the back of the shop. Nobody near us.

I was trying not to watch her beautiful boy. He’s one hundred and forty centimeters tall and about forty-five kilos with pale skin. I went to give my order when I saw her watching me, head to toes. I knew this kind of looking. The whole place was empty, every one was outside. Only the barista, a gay boy, and the waitress. Natasha, and her son, found the perfect place to sit. A red couch. I couldn’t stop looking at her son. There’s an awkward moment for both of us.

Breaking the ice, with some questions. Like I was interesting her life etc. When she asked me, why I was taking pictures of her son. I told her that wanted to capture the essence and beauty of the Pride. So many beautiful and colorful people. Especially young boys, right? She interrupted me. And smiled. She was curious to see my pictures. With a very calm voice. From my experience I know when someone is angry or comfortable.

I gave her my phone, opened the files under the name of beauty. As I was giving the phone she noticed my watch.

“Nice watch you have, must be very expensive!”

”Yes, it is,” I said to her.

She was scrolling down to my album. As you can imagine, I was taking pictures of boys only.

“Nice collection you have. All of those boys are very beautiful! So, you really like young boys, Mister?” 

She was direct with no hesitation. 

“Yes, Natasha. I do like young boys.”

And I looked at her son.

“You think he’s cute?” she asked.

”He’s more than cute, he’s very beautiful!” 

I was surprised how she was handling the situation.

“You know mister, you’re not the first who found attractive my son. From where I come, it’s not unusual thing. And she winked at me. We have many perverts like you.”

She wasn’t lying, Ukraine was famous for pervert videos. I told her to come to my house to continue our conversation. Because we have to be careful. She agreed and we walked to my car. She was amazed.

”Wow, I love Mercedes,” she said.

My apartment to sleep was fifteen miles from the coffee shop. I have an loft apartment in the city, and a house outside of the city. With a pool and a Jacuzzi. She was amazed by the luxury and finesse. One hundred and fifty square meters with a great view of the city on the sixth floor. With no neighbors, a big terrace with a Jacuzzi that could easily fit three.

I went to the kitchen to bring a bottle of champagne. Three glasses, my favorite poppers. See was already making comfortable herself on my couch, while her son, Evgeny, was his name. But she changed it to Nia. Was on my terrace looking at the Jacuzzi. I opened the champagne, and poured in the glasses. I went to my room to bring my plate with coke. Nia was so excited from the Jacuzzi, especially after a hot day under forty Celsius.

“Don’t ask me,” she said, “Ask mister — if he lets you use the Jacuzzi.”

”Please, please, please, mister,” he asked while he was hugging my legs.

“It’s okay, but I don’t have any swimming suit your size.”

I was lying. I have many.

“Natasha, order him to come to us.”

She told him to kneel down.

“Is this a problem for you, Nia?” I asked.

“Mommy, can I? Can I?”

I was aroused by the whole situation. Natasha, knew that because I couldn’t hide my erected cock. We made a few lines, when I felt her hand on my cock. We look at each other, she was enjoying as much I was.

“Take your sandals off, and stand here on the table.”

I took the remote control and put some slow sexy music, for the show. Nia, was so beautiful! Perfect ass, with a big cock. It was the biggest cock I had seen, for a thirteen year old. All of his body was bold and hairless. The whole time Natasha, was whispering to my ears with a sexy voice.

“You like him? Isn’t he beautiful?  Tell me you sick pervert. Or is he too old for you?”

Her tongue was deep in my mouth, and her son’s perfect ass centimeters from me. In my life I have met many sick and pervert people. None of them were like Natasha. Giving her son to a pervert — and she was enjoying it.

“That’s it, move your little ass for Mister!”

She grabbed his ass and opened his cheeks to show me his tight hole. She looked at me.

“Come and lick his hole.”

We broke our kiss and put my head to position. Nia, was moaning like a whore.

“Lick him you pervert, lick his hole.”

She stopped me, and told Nia to go to Jacuzzi. We were high as hell. Making out on the couch, like two animals. Two filthy perverts possessed by satanic lust. It was like we were making a confession. Not asking for mercy from the fake God, we were proud of our sickness.

“I was eight years old when my father with his brother molested me for the first time. He was giving me to strangers for money. I was fifteen when I got pregnant, I don’t know who is the father. So many men were fucking me … and this is the result. A give birth to this … to a fucking faggot. Look at him, he’s made to be fucked, isn’t he?

“Like mother like son,” I laughed.

“How old you like your boys to be? Perverts like you turn me on so much.”

She was definitely a demon!

“I’ll show you,” and I pushed the play button.

“Oh yeah,I like you Mister. Show me more, she was playing with my cock, kissing each other.”

File after file, when she asked me to stop the movie. She recognized some of the boys.

“Friends of mine did this movie, some of the boys are friends of Nia, they grow up together.”

“Fuck, this was one of my favorite movies. All between nine and eleven, feminine.”

She was sucking my cock, both naked. The pervert videos were on the television, when Nia came to the living room. The sun was going down. A pink color painted the sky behind him. He was like an angel, entering the gates of hell.  He wasn’t surprised at all. The sight of his mom sucking cock of a stranger, like an animal, a few hours earlier than we had met.

“You like watching your mommy sucking? She’s so good!”

“Come here my little Faggot, come to me.”

Nias cock was getting harder. Natasha, stopped sucking and order him to do whatever I want him to do. Her voice was changed. More harder, strong. Not like the beginning. He was sitting next to me, I was stroking his cock. I grabbed his head and started to suck his tongue. He wasn’t aware of the television and the videos.

“Mommy, mommy, Tanya and Tamara on the television!” he said, “Hey Mister, those two are my best friends.”

“Really? You are so lucky to have such a beautiful friends.”

“You like them Mister? You like them more than me Mister?”

“They are not as beautiful as you are, you are very feminine, and your cock is bigger than theirs.”

“Mister, you like boys with big cocks?”

“I love boys with big hard juicy cocks … yours Nia,” I replied while his precum was dripping on my fingers.

Natasha, stopped sucking, and stepped aside. She knew that her part was over.

“Come Nia, Mister wants to taste your cock. Give it to him.”

I was on the couch, with my back on the wall. He was standing in front of me with his rock hard cock ready for me.

“Fuck his mouth my little faggot, fuck this pervert.”

I was enjoying the dirty talking as much as Nia. Natasha, his mommy, playing with her pussy while he was fucking my mouth hard.

“You like my cock, pervert? You like young boys fucking you? You sick bastard.”

He was spitting on my face, slapping me with his little hands. Natasha, standing behind Nia, making lines for him. He was drinking champagne from the bottle. She was hugging her son, kissing him.

“Come on Nia, show me how you like to suck pervert cocks.”

With the other hand she was fingering him. Absolutely Evil Devilish lust.

“Spit on the bottle,” she order him.

She moved behind me, and opened my ass wide open.

“Come on you pervert, show me your hole. I want to fuck you. While you suck my faggot son.”

“Mommy, mommy, I can’t hold it. I want to piss.”.

“Piss on me you little faggot … piss in my mouth.”

She grabbed my head aggressively, towards to his cock.

“I want to see you drink all of my faggot son’s piss. Give it to him, now!”

I didn’t miss a drop. It was delicious. His cock was still hard, and I was stroking it.

“I bet you like him to fuck you? Show me how much you want it. Beg for his cock!. I want to see you crawling and liking his little toes, you sick pervert.”

“Please! I beg you Nia. Fuck my homosexual ass. Give me your cock. Fill me with your seed!”

The little Faggot was in trance, He pushed me to the couch. I was on my knees, and he started to spank me. Harder and harder. Natasha stand up, face to face with her son. And after a sloppy kiss, she opened my ass, spitting on my hole. Getting ready for his son’s cock.

“Don’t be easy on him, do it hard!”

And with one move he started to penetrate me. I had almost all of his cock inside me. He was fucking frenzy mode. He throw me on the floor, missionary position. When his mother put her pussy on my face and started to piss. This made Nia to cum so hard, giving me all of his seed.

“That’s my boy, come to mommy to kiss you. While jet her piss was still dripping with some drops of Nia’s cum. Now you can have my son’s little hole. You earned it.”

He was so tight. I wanted to hurt him, like he did to me.  We was taking turns, on each other ass. Until we dropped dead.

Next day, when we woke up. I gave her five hundred dollars. And they left. We had one more meeting. But then she moved to Italy.

THE END