A New Direction

I had been curious for some time and decided to go to a gay pride festival. It was out of town and I wouldn't be recognized. My attire was a pair of denium shorts (and they were short), a multi-coloured shirt, a pair of sandels which on arrival I sprinkled glitter on, a cowboy straw hat which held a blonde wig on and sunglasses. Walking round a woman beconed me over and made me up. Bright red lippy, dark eye shadow and false lashes, I looked pretty good, passing a stall I purchased a collar with slut in pink stones written on it and was given a leash for free. I felt very sexy and turned on by my outrageous behavour. Walking through the crowd I felt a hand grope my bum. I turned but it could've been anyone. Again, again multiple times I was groped, which I didn't really mind and then a guy in front of me with his hands behind his back I deliberately walked into him with my cock. I backed off sparks searing through my body then a hand groped my ass again. I instinctively turned and a drag queen was smiling back at me. As I smiled back my cock was squeezed, it was the man I'd just walked into. Without a word they took me by the hands and led me away from the crowds. In a yard behind a shop I found myself on my knee's giving my first bj. The guy who was dressed as a drag queen relieved me of my shorts and gave me a length of his cock whilst I was still giving head. They swapped and I was roasted again. this time on my back with my legs held by the ankles. When they were done they put their dicks away and left me their numbers. It happened so fast and curiosity had given way to lust. I went to the corner of the yard and wanked out a load before re-entering the festival