Festival Dicks – Part 2

Everyone in this story is 18+

So we dipped off to the side, out of the main festival crowd, through a gap in the fencing and into this messy little area behind some bushes. It wasn’t private-private, but hidden enough that it felt like we could get away with something. Trash on the ground, a few crushed cans, bits of old caution tape still stuck to a pole, and the faint sound of the bass thumping in the background. The sun had started slipping behind some clouds again, the light getting softer, but it still caught in his hair in this golden way that made me a little dizzy.

He looked at me. “This is my first time with a guy, you know,” then gave this small half-grin and started unbuttoning his shorts. It felt like an unspoken challenge, like he was testing if I was really about that ho life. I was. At least tonight.

I dropped down onto the slightly damp grass, not glamorous, but I didn’t care. One hand riding up on his stomach, feeling the firm, sun-kissed skin under my fingers, tracing the light strip of hair from his belly button down toward the base of his cock. His abs tightened slightly when I touched him, like he wasn’t used to being touched there. The other hand found his balls, smooth and loose, and warmer than I expected. He let out the softest sound when I ran my thumb gently across them.

He smirked proudly as his cock thickened fast in my hand, already hard from the anticipation. I took my time, letting my tongue run along the shaft, feeling the veins against the wet of my mouth before finally taking him all the way in. He tasted clean, a little salty, but in that freshly sweaty way, not gross, which is rare at a festival. He hissed in a breath and rested his hand on the back of my neck. Not pushing, just holding.

I bobbed slowly at first, then deeper, more rhythm. He groaned under his breath, clearly trying not to make too much noise, which somehow made it even hotter. His hand tightened a little, fingers curling into my hair. Every so often I’d glance up, and his eyes were locked on mine, jaw slack, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile.

I licked his dick some more, taking long drags along each side before moving down and tonguing his nuts, lapping at them, driving him wild. He gasped out,
“Shit... you’re better than my... never mind.”

That’s when I really went to town, bobbing fast, up and down, while swirling my tongue taking him all the way in. Then it happened. He muttered something like,
“Fuck, I’m gonna nut,”
and I felt him tense up. I knew he was close. His cock head swelled, and I leaned in deeper, throat relaxed, ready to swallow. He started to moan and twitch, then unloaded hard, like he’d been holding back for days, flooding my mouth with jizz.

After he was done cumming he looked down and blinked.
“Wait... you got glitter on it,” he said, laughing suddenly and pointing at the shimmer now glinting on the slick skin of his still-half-hard dick.

“Oh my god,” I said. “That’s from my face. Literal party favor.”

I don’t know why, but that line hit me sideways. I actually snorted. Like, full-on snorted out cum. A bit of it spilled out as I choked back a laugh. I coughed, wiped my chin, and looked up at him, totally amused, kind of proud of myself.

He laughed harder, this deep, belly laugh that made him bend over a little, one hand braced on the fence. His cock still out, bobbing slightly, now with glitter on it like some gay party trick. I shook my head, still grinning, and stood up, brushing myself off.

He tucked himself back in, still smiling, and said,
“I wanna see you again later. That was... yeah. I want more of that.”

I just shrugged. “Can be arranged.”

We started walking back toward the festival area, and I pulled out my phone to add him on Snap. I was halfway through opening the app when this girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere and threw her arms around him.

I froze.

He gave me a quick, casual look.
“Hey babe,” he said to her.

My brain stopped for a second. Babe? Shit, that’s what he meant. Better than my... girlfriend. I stood there, blinking, not saying anything. Just slowly slid my phone back into my pocket and turned around. Walked off without a word. The only thing running through my head was, hope she doesn’t see the glitter on his dick...

Epilogue? I had a sore throat the following week. Thought, oh great, now I’ve got festival chlamydia in my throat too. Got tested, though. No chlamydia, no STI, throat just a little mad at me for trying to deepthroat a curious straight boy behind a bush with no warm-up.

So yeah. Fun night.
Didn’t expect to be the other woman tho.
Or the other boy, I guess. Whatever.