The Pride website advertised a free drag show, on a green, near the gay quarter. Friday night from 8.00. They thought it would be fun. That evening, they dressed in jogger shorts and jockstraps, it was a warm evening, so they didn't bother with shirts.
The place was already packed. Alongside the stage was a big electronic screen. A drag queen was lip-syncing to Adele, serenading a young lad with 'Hello'. She became Katy Perry and the lad ran on so that she could kiss a boy. A troupe of soaking-wet guys in t-shirts and clinging shorts danced round to Kylie's 'All the Lovers'. The crowd were having a ball. The MC came on, an aging drag queen, told a few dirty jokes, took the piss out of the audience and sang an off-key attempt at Big Spender. Another queen followed.
As dusk settled, the boys noticed that some at the back were enjoying themselves more explicitly. Two guys in kilts were wanking each other. Another two, in striking white sailor's suits had the flap of their trousers down. They were kissing and their good-sized dicks were fencing. Others were getting BJs or masturbating. Ben and Al tried to concentrate on the stage. Suddenly, the boys felt hands go down the back of their shorts and into their cracks. They looked round and the two sailors kissed them. They couldn't help but respond. They found the guy's hard cocks and gave them a stroke. The sailors produced condoms and beckoned them to follow. To one side of the green was a shrubbery of rhododendron bushes. They fought their way through the tangled branches to a clearing. Once there, they kissed more and the shorts came off. Lube came from somewhere, Ben and Al leaned against a branch, side by side and were penetrated by condom-clad cocks and were fucked violently from behind, quickly filling the rubbers. They pulled out, threw the condoms on the ground and disappeared into the crowd. Looking down, Al noticed there were loads of condoms and wrappers lying around. They tidied themselves up. on stage, Rhianna was under her Umbrella. They mingled deeper into the crowd, not wanting further 'distractions'. Throughout the evening, the MC had kept on about a special guest. Around 11.00, the stage lights went. When they lit back up, Heather Small stood there. She belted out several M People songs before the lights went out again. A single spotlight came on as she sang 'Proud'. The crowd cheered and kissed and many kissed whoever was next to them.
Next day broke in wall-to-wall sunshine. They had a good breakfast, dressed in their skin-tight T-shirts and tiny rainbow shorts. with thongs under and bumbags for their money and caught the bus to town. The roads were already thronging with onlookers. They found a spot near the Pavilion and waited for the parade, chatting to people and getting their bottoms patted a few times. The procession arrived, led by the armed forces, emergency services, NHS, various supermarkets, banks other companies. Marching bands. political activists and plenty of scantily clad eye candy. The carnival took over an hour to pass. Once it had finished, they grabbed a burger and went on a pub crawl. The atmosphere was amazing, random people of both genders kissing them and admiring their outfits. Afternoon turned into evening, By 9 o'clock, they found themselves in a karaoke bar, hosted by a Dolly Parton look alike. Guests of questionable ability tried their hand at singing. After half an hour, Ben took to the stage. Over the mike, he asked Al to join him. Once there, Ben went down on one knee and produced a little box. The audience cheered as Al accepted. They had a long kiss, before belting out 'You're the One That I Want'. The crowd went nuts.
