Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Tyler
“Wow! It’s so busy!” I say, staring at the crowds gathering on the streets of New York. “And it’s so vibrant.”
Emmet chuckles and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Excited?”
“Very! This is such a good spot to watch the parade from.”
We’ve managed to get to the front of the parade route, partly because we arrived super early, but also because, between them, Emmet, Rett, Zeke, and Micah knew a great vantage spot.
We’re in the shade of tall buildings, which is just as well, as the sun is already blazing.
Nearby, a guy sitting on a camping stool is selling brightly colored drinks from a cool-box on wheels.
Music is playing from our right—currently ‘Somebody That I Used to Know’—getting louder by the second.
The air is buzzing with cheerful conversation and positive energy.
People are dressed in a wide range of clothing, from casual to extravagant.
There’s a drag queen in the most amazing silver high-heeled boots I’ve ever seen, and a flowing cape made out of all the different Pride flags.
There are Pride flags, parasols, and clothing everywhere. It’s like London Pride, only bigger.
As one, the crowd to our right claps, cheers, and waves their flags enthusiastically.
“The parade is coming!” Rett says, eyes bright.
Sure enough, the first float—the source of the music—comes into view, decorated in tassels and flags from around the world.
It’s packed with brightly dressed people waving and clapping to the music.
Behind that is a group carrying a canopy made from balloons, followed by flag bearers performing an impressive routine that involves synchronized waving and twirling of the flag poles.
Next is another flag with a huge banner saying ‘Loud and Proud’.
The there are a group with huge, bright yellow fans.
There are dancers, cheerleaders, drag queens in spectacular costumes, bikers on Harley-Davidsons with rainbow wings, a full marching band, and floats from companies I’ve heard of, but several others I haven’t, all here to celebrate and uplift our community.
As group after group goes by slowly, I jump and scream myself hoarse in support. I’ve never felt so excited, and it’s truly amazing to be surrounded by so many like-minded people. We’re all here for one reason: to show that love is love. I’m overwhelmed with the vibrant positivity of it all.
When a group goes past playing dance music, Emmet stands behind me with his hands on my hips.
We sway in time with the music and each other, and I can’t help but grind my arse against his crotch.
He sweeps his hand to my neck, encouraging me to lean my head back against his shoulder.
When I do so gladly, he leans around and kisses my throat.
He’s so attentive. Every touch, no matter how tiny, sends pulses of electricity running through me.
My pulse has never run so wild in response to anyone before.
I’d put it down to the atmosphere around us if it hadn’t been like this from the moment we met.
By the time the last part of the parade goes past, my throat aches, but I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Emmet hands me a bottle of something bright and orange, which I drink gratefully. The taste is orange, not like the fruit, but like the color, with enough sugar to make me giddy.
The parade might have finished, but the party hasn’t. People are dancing on the pavement or heading to the bar on the corner to carry on celebrating.
I turn around and fling my arms around Emmet’s shoulders.
“That was so much fun, Daddy! So uplifting. So vibrant. So many people here to celebrate all things queer, and it was wonderful. I felt welcomed, uplifted, and… and… It’s like a giant family reunion.
I hardly know anyone here—” I sweep my arm at Emmet, Rett, Zeke, and Micah.
“—only the four of you, but it feels like we’re one big like-minded family, doesn’t it?
We’re all here for the same reason, and our family is thriving.
I belong here.” My cheeks become warm. “I’m babbling. ”
Emmet shrugs. “A little, but it’s adorable.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m glad you had a good time.”
“Does it get less impactful after you’ve been coming for a few years?”
He shakes his head. “No. Never.”
“It’s like being surrounded by love,” Rett says.
I click my fingers and point at him. “Yes. That. Exactly that! We’re surrounded by love.”
Emmet ruffles my hair. “I’m glad you had a good time, baby.”
I bounce on the soles of my feet. “I did! But… umm… I don’t want it to end.”
Micah laughs. “It doesn’t have to.”
“Let’s check out Pridefest next,” Zeke suggests.
“We should top up our sunscreen first,” Micah says.
“Will you help us, Daddy?” Zeke asks, fluttering his lashes.
Micah laughs. “Of course, naughty boy.”
“I’ll help you, if you like,” Emmet offers.
I don’t need his help, but I gladly accept it.
He gently rubs lotion into my exposed skin, taking far more time than he needs to.
He’s especially attentive when he works on my neck, slipping his hands under my t-shirt to apply some to my shoulders.
It’s not long before my eyes are half closed, and I’m practically groaning in response to his touch.
Not so good considering we’re out in public.
I bite my lip to stop myself from getting hard.
“All done, baby,” he says in a sultry tone.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
He quickly applies his own sunscreen and then we set off, Zeke and his men walking ahead, while Emmet and I stroll hand in hand toward Greenwich Village for the street fair.
I’d heard about it online, but didn’t expect it to be so huge.
Hundreds of stalls line the streets, selling everything from LGBTQ+ clothing to jewelry to candles to food, and more.
We stop by a cookie stall, where Emmet buys us all cookie milkshakes.
Mine is sticky, gooey, sweet, and perfect for the hot weather.
It’s so thick, I have to use the straw to scoop it into my mouth.
When I spill some onto my chin, Emmet kisses it away for me, before pulling me close for a long kiss that leaves me breathless.
A health clinic has a stall, offering free STD tests with results by the end of the day. I stop and stare at it, a thought forming in my mind.
I nudge Emmet’s arm and point toward it.
“Do you want to, Daddy?” I whisper. I rake my teeth over my lip. “Then maybe you could…” My face flushes with warmth.
“What, baby? What could I do?”
I’m sure he knows what I’m thinking. It must be obvious.
Even so, I cup my hand over his ear and whisper into it.
“Fill me with your cum later. I— I’ve never wanted to go bare with someone so quickly before.
But if all we have is a couple more days, I want to.
With you. I really want to. Fuck, I’m being clingy and needy again.
Would you, Daddy? Fill me with your cum? Make me yours.”
He groans. “I’d love to, baby.” He gets Micah’s attention. “We’ll catch you up.” Then he takes my hand and leads me through the throng of people toward the health clinic’s stall.
A few minutes later, our tests are done, and all that’s left is to wait for them to email our results.
We continue making our way along the stalls, eventually catching up with the others at a clothing stall. Rett and Zeke are holding t-shirts up to show Micah. As far as I can tell, he likes them all.
“You should join them,” Emmet says. “If you find something you like, I’ll buy it for you.”
“You don’t have to buy me anything, Daddy.”
“No, but I want to.” He pats my arse and gently pushes me toward the stall.
I go and search through the t-shirts. They’re all Pride themed, so what’s not to love?
I gravitate toward the fitted ones and I’m especially drawn toward a hot-pink one, with ‘Daddy’s Lil Squirter’ in pastel pink bubble writing, around a cartoon whale on a circular Pride rainbow background.
Before I met Emmet, I wouldn’t have looked twice at it, now I’m standing gawping at it, imagining myself wearing it while he holds me in his arms.
“You like that one?” he asks.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then it’s yours.” He plucks it out of my hands. “Have you ever worn one of these?” He shows me a rainbow harness.
“Not exactly like that, but yes, to kink clubs. Why?” I ask innocently.
“I thought you could wear it for me later.” He steps closer so he can whisper into my ear. “When I pound your ass and cum inside you.”
I shiver and almost come on the spot. “I’d love to, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” He gives both to the trader and buys them. They’re put into a discreet brown paper bag.
“Daddy, could I wear the t-shirt now?”
He grins and hands it to me. I take off my cropped t-shirt, drop it into the bag, and put on the hot-pink t-shirt.
“It suits you,” he says admiringly.
I strike a pose and then do a little twirl.
“Cute and sexy,” he says.
I press myself against him, kissing him. “I want to be your cute and sexy boy, Daddy.”
He hums. “You’re both of those things, baby.” He squeezes my arse. “And, later, you’ll be my Lil squirter.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he says huskily.
I whimper. “We’re in public, Daddy.” I sound a little whiny.
He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose. “Later.”
As far as I’m concerned, later should be now.
It’s not hard to spend the rest of the afternoon browsing stalls.
We get bagels stuffed with fillings. They’re so tasty.
As I eat mine, all I can think about is how much I want to be stuffed later.
Emmet buys me a leather bracelet with a magnetic rainbow clasp.
He puts it around my wrist, an action that inexplicably takes my breath away.
Maybe it’s the way he gazes into my eyes as he does so, or the way the bracelet brushes against my skin like a statement: you’re my boy now.
As the fair winds down, we end up in a bar with a dance floor. We find a table, and Micah buys us all drinks, which surprises Emmet.
“I’m used to buying my own drinks,” he says. “I’ll buy for the guy I’m with if I’m on a date, but I’ve never bought for a whole group before.”
“It’s normal in the UK,” Rett explains.
“We call it getting a round in,” I add.
“It’s fair, as long as everyone takes it in turns,” Rett says.
Emmet whistles. “That could end up being a lot of drinks. For us, that would be five rounds.”
Rett laughs. “That’s why you remember who bought rounds, so whoever didn’t get them in first the next time.”
“And that works?”
“Generally, yes,” I reply.
We chat and drink for a couple of rounds—Emmet gets the next one, despite his confusion and reservations—and then Zeke suggests we dance. We all go to the dance floor, but, after a couple of songs, Emmet and Micah return to our table, watching the three of us.
We dance together at first, forming a sort of triangle.
We begin by swaying to the music, but, as the pounding tempo seeps into our souls, we move on to outdoing each other, our movements getting sexier as we draw closer together.
I glance at Emmet and Micah every so often.
They don’t seem at all jealous; if anything, they’re enjoying watching the three of us together.
Rett and Zeke notice too. Zeke plays into it first, hooking his fingers into our belt loops to pull us close.
Then he runs his hands over us and kisses first Rett, and then me.
The way he kisses me is totally different to the way he kisses Rett.
They’re all tongues and clashing teeth. Our kiss is barely more than a prolonged peck on the lips.
Soon, we’ve got our hands on each other’s hips, dancing in perfect synchronicity for our Daddies. I’m sexy, liberated, and free.
I lose track of how long we dance like that, showing off for Emmet and Micah. Two songs. Maybe three. Possibly four. The track melds into the next, vibrating under my skin, thrumming in my chest. Eventually, I peel away from them. They immediately hold each other and kiss as they continue to dance.
I fix my gaze on Emmet, dancing to impress and turn him on.
I gyrate my body, bend and spread my knees to get close to the floor, and touch myself in ways that are almost, but not quite, inappropriate in public.
Based on what other people are doing, I decide rubbing my palm over my nipples through my t-shirt is totally fair game.
I’m sure Emmet appreciates my antics because he licks his lips and drinks slowly, his stare never leaving me.
I’m also pretty sure he’s mentally undressing me and maybe thinking about what he’s going to do to me when we get back to his place.
I’m so lost in pleasing him that I don’t notice a huge bear of a guy approaching me until he’s right behind me, grinding against me. I step away from him, but he’s persistent. Across the room, Emmet narrows his eyes, stands, and makes his way toward us.
“Piss off, buddy,” Zeke says when the guy refuses to let me step away from him for the second time.
“He’s with me,” Emmet says, reaching us. He puts his arm around me possessively and pulls me close.
I put my arms around his neck and kiss his jaw to prove that’s true. With the bear still staring, Emmet pulls me in front of him and kisses me so dirtily that I’d be willing to let him fuck me right here. The bear finally gets the hint and wanders off to pester someone else.
“I got an email with my test results,” he tells me. “I’m looking forward to filling you up with cum until it drips out of your pretty hole.”
I smash my mouth against his, parting my lips so he can plunder my mouth with his hot, eager tongue. I don’t care about dancing anymore. All I want is to go home with Emmet and make the slogan on my t-shirt a reality.