Waylaid on the Way to Pride

In the rideshare, Shannon found himself squeezed between EJ and TJ as they sped toward Fairhaven, the next town over, along the coastal drive. Kabir, the driver, had suggested more than once, "One of you can sit up here." Shannon wanted space but since EJ and TJ told Kabir they were fine he didn't want to be the spoilsport. It's hard to find friends like these two, Shannon thought as his hips began to cramp.

"It's no problem. Sit up here," Kabir suggested again. He was sincere about making the trio comfortable, but he did hope the dirty-blond six-foot hunk in the middle would be the one to fill the passenger seat. He wanted to check out every inch of his milky-white muscled body in more detail.

Annoyed by the driver's kind suggestions, TJ opened the app to give him a less-than-stellar review but instead became distracted by Kabir's photo, his soft brown eyes, his thick black moustache and beard. With his mood softened, TJ ogled the driver's broad shoulders and the strong profile of his face. A five-star face card. Uber-masculine. 'Uber'--TJ laughed at his paltry joke. He spent the next minute or so daydreaming about getting his hole pummeled by the thirtyish daddy-in-training.

All attempts from Kabir to make the guys more comfortable for the longish ride were rejected. He shrugged and returned to listening to his Bollywood pop songs. This was his fifth trip to Fairhaven today--Pride was turning out to be an unexpected windfall. He had so far shuttled people of all genders, couples and friends, holding small pink and blue flags and bear flags and rainbow flags and wearing T-shirts emblazoned with slogans of equality and justice. They barely talked to him, even when he tried to engage with their goings-on. Funny how none of these younger folks, mostly white, assumed he might be part of their tribe. Working class bi brown immigrant from Jalandhar--he was invisible in their spectrum.

His current fare seemed uninterested in Pride, though that's where the GPS said they were headed. The corner of Beach Drive and 2nd Avenue, the entrance to the festival.

They might be good tippers, Kabir mused so he offered again, "Please, one of you can sit up here."

"Don't be jealous, Kabir," TJ joked, winking at the driver.

Kabir smiled back--it was nice to be seen.

EJ and TJ snuggled closer to Shannon. They were savoring the repeat sandwich--first the father was the meat to their bread and now the son.

"So, you guys like my dad?" Shannon asked as he tensed his shoulders, rolling them inward as he stretched his arms so that his hands clasped his knees.

"Oh, yeah," TJ said. "He's going to teach me some workout moves."

"Cool. Yeah, my dad is cool. He's my hero, I guess."

EJ shared a sly glance with TJ. His hero? How cute.

"So this is a charity fundraiser you want me to help out with?" Shannon asked, as he wriggled his body. First his hips had started to hurt and now his lower back. And every time he tried to adjust his body, he seemed to end up pinned in even more. It felt like a medieval torture device. And when EJ and TJ widened their legs and pressed his legs together he didn't say a peep. He suffered in silence--he didn't want to be accused of manspreading. Plus, he wanted to be a good sport and not one of those whiny friends who are always needing something.

"It's Pride for the beach communities around here. We agreed to man the kissing booth to raise money for the LGBTQ+ youth hotline," EJ explained. "It lost its funding because--well, you follow the news. You know the politics."

Shannon nodded, but he had no idea why the hotline would have lost its funding. He never followed the news. He had zero interest in politics or which party was in charge--he felt confident that those elected were looking out for the good of the country. As long as they were men and supported family values.

"You should say 'person the booth,' EJ. Don't be so sexist," TJ joked.

Man the booth, person the booth--what did that mean in practical terms? Shannon didn't ask. "Okay, cool, whatever you guys need," he said.

"Actually we were thinking--since you are the hottest of us three--no, come on, you are, Shannon," TJ said when Shannon shook his head at his description. "Since you are the hottest of us three, we were thinking that you could be the kisser. You know, you kiss the men who want to make a donation."

"$10 a kiss," EJ said. "Probably, you know, the kisses will be pecks, like the kisses your aunt gives you. But on the lips. And some will be more sensual. And of course some men will probably try to take advantage and French kiss you, tongue and everything."

"But guys, I'm not gay," Shannon said. He almost cursed--a dull pain had seized his legs. He tried to stretch his limbs but there was no space.

"That's okay. The men won't mind. Kissing a gorgeous guy like you? We'll rake in the dough," TJ said.

TJ's compliment didn't land in Shannon's brain. The pain had become unbearable. "Guys, guys," Shannon shouted, his face twisted in anguish. "I'm getting spasms."

"Where? What's wrong?" EJ asked as Kabir, alarmed, monitored the situation in the rearview.

"My thighs, my calves, my feet. I need to stretch. I need to stretch," Shannon blubbered as he writhed in pain.

"Here, lay your legs like this--." EJ directed TJ and soon the two of them each had one of Shannon's legs across their laps and they went to work massaging his thighs and calves and his newly unshod feet.

Kabir had to slow so he wouldn't crash as he gazed at the lewd scene--the blond hunk with his legs spread wide being manhandled by his friends. His cock hardened and tented his pants. "I better pull over," Kabir announced to nobody and soon swung into a rest stop with an ocean view and no other car in sight.

EJ and TJ kept working on Shannon, aggressively kneading every part of his legs. His head thrown back and eyes closed, Shannon tried to relax. EJ and TJ worked on him for a solid five minutes, covering every inch of his lower body from his shorts down. The pain began to subside and his breathing returned to normal. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you."

"Feel better?" EJ asked and Shannon nodded.

"That seemed serious, Shannon. We better keep your legs like this so you don't tense up again," TJ suggested, perhaps overdoing the innocent tone.

Neither EJ nor TJ retracted their hands. They kept softly rubbing Shannon's thighs.

"Are you sure you're not gay," TJ asked coyly, lightly batting Shannon's hard dong bulging his shorts.

Shannon looked down. "Gee, I dunno. Am I gay?"

EJ countered, "Shann, you're not gay. It's just a normal reaction. You'll see--you're about to kiss hundreds of guys and you won't feel any desire."

"Hundreds? Wow," Shannon said.

Kabir began to tap his cock through the fabric of his pants, eyes glued to the rearview. He ached to curl his fingers around his hefty cock, trapped in his pantleg and pressed against his thigh. Tap, tap, tap--it was something he did while driving and checking out guys. He willed himself to stop tapping but when he clasped his hands against his head, his cock had a life of its own, pulsating, throbbing. All he could do was imagine himself kneeling between Shannon's legs, lifting them, and driving his cock into his tight hole.

Shannon let his friends continue their massage--he told himself they were preventing the spasms from returning. He became so comfortable that he stretched his arms around TJ and EJ's shoulders. "I don't think I'm the right man for the kissing booth. I've never kissed one guy, let alone hundreds. I doubt I'd be any good."

"You don't want to help save the LGBTQ+ youth hotline?" TJ asked.

"No, of course, but I want to be good at kissing. The better I am the more funds we'll raise, right?"

"Right, so we'll practice," TJ said, catching Kabir's curious eyes in the rearview mirror. "Okay, turn toward me and lay one on me."

"You won't mind if I kiss your boyfriend?" Shannon asked EJ.

"Well, it's for a good cause so I can't complain. You have my permission. But kiss me next... for practice."

Shannon turned back toward TJ and pursed his lips and kissed him. It wasn't the worst kiss in the world but TJ knew one thing--Shannon's father was a much better kisser.

"Try opening your mouth more," TJ coached.

With each kiss, TJ had another suggestion. Softer lips. Tilt your head. A gentle, probing tongue. And Shannon tried his best. Then EJ wanted a turn. Their kiss was so long that Shannon didn't notice EJ's hand kneading his thigh. TJ needed to practice with Shannon again. Then EJ again. Shannon began to moan a little, squeezing his boner down with his thighs and wishing his shorts weren't so flimsy. He felt dizzy--kiss after kiss after kiss, both EJ and TJ so eager to teach him. His eyes closed, he let them touch his face to signal that he should turn his head. Each kiss seemed to last longer than the last. By the time they took a break Shannon realized someone had unbuttoned his shirt--one of the guys must've thought he needed to cool down. His friends were so thoughtful!

"What about if the guy has facial hair? Would you know how to kiss him?" Kabir asked, looking at the sexy trio in the mirror.

TJ caught his drift--of course Kabir wanted a chance to kiss their handsome himbo. "He has a point, Shannon, and a lot of guys have mustaches and beards these days. We wouldn't want to cheat them. Let's practice outside though--we can't fit four people back here!"

After Shannon stretched his muscles a little, Kabir leaned against the car and pulled him close. A big man, and muscular with a belly no doubt thanks to his own good cooking, Kabir almost made Shannon seem small. Taking Shannon in his arms, Kabir began French kissing him passionately.

Pulling away, Shannon giggled. "It does tickle. Sorry."

Kabir tried again, his mouth engulfing Shannon's mouth. A sloppy wet kiss. A tongue-suckling kiss. A beard-scrubbing kiss that left Shannon's mouth red.

Again, Shannon pulled away, his face burning a little.

Frustrated, TJ drew close and placed his hand on the back of Shannon's head to hold him in place. "Come on, Shannon. Try."

TJ kept hold of Shannon, feeling the pressure of Kabir's kissing. He understood the lustful aggression--who wouldn't want to make out with a dreamboat? TJ watched as Kabir fucked him with his tongue, slow and deep thrusts, and Shannon whimpered and moaned. Caught up in the moment, Shannon slipped his arms around Kabir's neck. He pressed close to the driver but felt something in Kabir's pocket getting in the way--a PVC pipe coupling, or something like that, thick and cylindrical. Kabir slipped his hands down the back of Shannon's shorts and squeezed his butt cheeks as they kissed. His fingers pressed deep--he didn't want to let go. And soon images of Shannon on all fours and his cockhead flaring against the tight lips of that himbo hole consumed him and made his kissing more urgent. He worried he was overwhelming Shannon but Shannon had a different interpretation--he again, had to credit the driver, who must think my butt has a cramp and needed massaging.

EJ stood back, arms crossed, enjoying the scene and desperately wanting but knowing he would not see the trio progress any further. He would not see Kabir naked hoisting a clothes-stripped-off Shannon up onto his hairy, hulking body and parting those milky white melons and stretching his tight hole with his fat honey-brown cock, or TJ kneeling down behind Kabir and burying his face in the driver's big fur-covered dumper, musky no doubt from a morning of sitting in the driver's seat, and tonguing his hole. He'd have to give Kabir their number so they could hook up later. He wanted to bundle his peachy pink cock with Kabir's dark golden cock and double-fuck TJ's slutty hole until he came.

His revelry was broken by the blast of a siren and a whirl of light. He hadn't even noticed the police cruiser pull up. No one had.

Fairhaven Chief of Police Will Barton laughed when they all jumped. He had purposefully driven his car slowly over to the men, startled them with the siren and lights. Thirty years ago, it was one of his favorite things to do when he was a younger cop--surprise unsuspecting male citizens and make them sweat a little. They would normally turn into compliant schoolboys. Reminded him he had chosen the right profession--he was meant to be in charge.

"What funny business is this?" Chief Barton asked as he approached and, thumbs in belt loops, hiked his pants up to his belly. Doing so waggled his holstered gun and nightstick, one on each hip. His chonky muscle-bear body stuffed into his uniform and his deep voice, however, conveyed enough authority that he didn't need any weapons. "Glad I saw you fellows before you turned this into a full-blown orgy."

"Orgy?" Shannon asked, blushing. His father long ago taught him to obey men in authority and he turned on the respectful tone. "You have it all wrong, sir, honestly."

"I know a gay sex orgy when I see one. I should line you all up and handcuff you and take you all in for public lewdness."

"Public lewdness?" EJ asked. "That wouldn't look very good on Pride weekend--harassing men showing affection in public... sir."

Will didn't like being strong-armed or his decisions questions--or the smart-aleck tone he detected in the young man's 'sir.' "I see four men, one of them with his shirt unbuttoned, kissing and carrying on, getting ready to do who knows what? Usually your kind all go in the restroom. Isn't that right, Kabir?"

Kabir smiled weakly. He knew full well that Chief Barton was only pretending to put the screws to them. When off-duty, he and Kabir had hooked up many, many times through the apps--Will always faceless, never hosting. Will would often come over and beg to be bossed around by Kabir. Give Kabir's feet a slow tongue bath. Stretch his lips wide around Kabir's heavy, cumbersome cock, whimpering with pleasure as he pigged out on his meat. Lick his hairy arm pits, sweaty from a day of driving. On all fours, his big muscled dumper raised up to the ceiling, he would take Kabir's cock and milk that hard meat as the young stud pounded him. Finally relieved of the being the man in charge, he took orders well. Once, Kabir suggested he come over, strip down, don a frilly apron, and do two-weeks' worth of dishes while Kabir watched the game on TV and then leave with nothing except a feeling of having served well and a big gob of Kabir's spit in his mouth. Kabir daydreamed about making the dom-sub relationship permanent but Will never wanted to go on a date.

"Oh no, Officer," Shannon said, stepping forward as he buttoned up his shirt. "This is all my fault. You see, I'm doing the kissing booth fundraiser at Pride in Fairhaven but I'm straight so I needed practice kissing men and EJ, TJ, and Kabir were helping me learn how."

The commanding officer had met some dumb youth in his career but this kid might be the densest. The himbo looked like he spent every day in the gym, pumping up his muscles to match his handsome face with its toothpaste-commercial smile and eyes that conveyed a kind of blank, uncomplicated joy. He was just the sort of man--not-too-sharp, willing to obey, never asking questions--that Will encouraged to join the force. So far, he had built a stable of twelve young god-like but dim-witted men, Asian, Black, Middle Eastern, White, straight, queer, even a Paralympian wheelchair basketball player--diversity meant cognitively challenged, too, he told himself. All of them believed in faith, family, and Dunkin Donuts, and none of them ever helped those masked law enforcement thugs that harassed citizens around there. They were dumb but not foolish.

Behind Shannon, the other men all wore sly smiles. Will scratched his salt-and-pepper beard as he though how best to handle the situation.

"Helping you learn to kiss, huh? Why are these guys the experts?"

"I dunno, sir," Shannon said.

"Well, ket's see how good of a learner you are," Will said, waving his arm to Shannon to step closer. "Kiss me."

Shannon stepped closer and, trembling a little, leaned his face forward and smooched the police officer the best he could. Will ended the attempt almost as soon as it began--the young man had pursed his lips and seemed to be trying to drill his smooch into the cop's whiskered mouth.

"That needs a lot of work, son," Will said. "Not sure you're ready to kiss every gay man at Pride. They might ask for their donation back."

"Sorry, sir. I did try to learn."

"You. Come here," Will ordered, addressing EJ. "You're an expert kisser, right?"

EJ tried to wriggle out of whatever ploy the police officer was going for. "Is this a trick so you can arrest us, sir?"

"No trick."

EJ stepped forward and the chief of police placed his hands on the young man's hips and pulled him against his protruding belly.

The other guys stared dumbfounded as the police officer French-kissed EJ. When Will stopped, he shrugged and said, "Okay, pretty good."

EJ felt tingly--that was some powerful kiss. He stumbled back a little as TJ was ordered to step forward.

"Let's see if you pass the test," said Will.

This time, the police officer was a bit more passive so that TJ had to work extra hard at the kissing, like a puppy trying to get the attention of someone who didn't want to be bothered. TJ tried his best with the liplock but he felt constrained by the inability to manhandle the daddy-cop--tweak his nipples or rub his belly or squeeze his dumper. The kiss fell flat--until Will took charge, whispering, "Come on, give me your sluttiest kiss."

That prompt unlocked something in TJ, who took pride in the fact that he was a slut. He loved men. He loved sex. He loved having sex with a lot of men. But usually he was the dominant one.

"That was the best kiss of them all," Will said. "Surely, you're the one to man the kissing booth."

The police chief's suggestion jolted TJ out of his reverie. He felt tricked. "But Shannon here is the handsomest."

"Well, don't sell yourself short. You're a good-looking guy, ain't he fellas?" Will asked and EJ, Shannon, and Kabir murmured their agreement. "And you're the best kisser of you three."

"But it's not fair to Shannon. He was looking forward to helping out."

"I think you would raise more money, TJ. I don't mind bowing out."

TJ looked to EJ for help out of the predicament but his boyfriend chortled and said, "You are a really good kisser, hon."

As much as EJ had wanted to see Shannon at the kissing booth, he liked the idea that the tables had turned on TJ. TJ's plan for Shannon to kiss hundreds of guys and feel awkward was now his fate.

"I'll give you guys a police escort."

Chief of Police Barton provided more than a police escort. The Pride fair was in full swing when they arrived at the street barrier, attention drawn by the flashing lights and blips of the siren. A crowd of onlookers, mostly men, became curious as to why the chief of police and three other men were stripping the shirt and pants off of an embarrassed-looking young man and leaving him on the hot sidewalk wearing only a lime green Speedo and sandals. They gathered around when they men started slathering his upper body and legs with gobs and gobs of sunblock. They were thorough!

The young man being greased up looked angry and frustrated. TJ felt angry and frustrated--he was normally in control. But here he was being manhandled by four men, rubbing, kneading, pinching his body from head to toe, making sure his fair skin wouldn't burn. And his boyfriend EJ was enjoying this turnabout a little too much.

It didn't help when one of the onlookers pointed out that the SPF of the sunblock the men were applying was too low and offered a tube of a higher one. TJ almost blubbered--Will, Shannon, Kabir, and EJ started the process all over again! That "helpful" man grinned from ear to ear as he watched the fit young man get pawed.

After Kabir left, Will made sure TJ was ensconced in the kissing booth and stayed for the first 100 men, who had assembled into a line that stretched down the beach. Will wanted to see the young man endure what he was tricking Shannon into enduring. Most of the gay men were chaste, giving TJ pecks on the lips or cheeks, but some were more aggressive and sloppy and tongue-fucked his mouth. TJ had to be polite. He had to smile and say 'thank you' for the donation.

Shannon watched in disbelief--that might've been him! EJ nursed an erection throughout TJ's stint, discreetly inviting some of the hotter daddies to an evening orgy where he planned for TJ to once again be the main entertainment. He knew TJ would appreciate him looking out for his slutty needs.

As Will watched, he pitched Shannon. "If you ever want to think about joining the police force, I'd love to talk things over with you. We could use a big strapping lad like you."

"Gosh, thanks, sir."

"Watch out for these two," Will told Shannon, nodding to TJ and EJ. "They're not good friends."

"Oh, I know, they're my best friends," Shannon said.

Will walked back to his car, hoping against hope that that big, dumb ox of a man came down to the station. He had big plans for him.