The Russian Winter Festival London

My family and I often went to large festivals in town but this one sounded the strangest, it was the middle of January freezing cold and in Trafalgar square but what could I do? The wife and kids in tow, we stood and I watched the crowd looking for hot guys going to the toilet to cruise, trying to make it unobvious.

There were good-looking dancers on the stage but too far away to see their packages and most of the guys on the steps looked like Breshniev (oops dates me). I’m a horny man in my forties I love chunky guys thick thighs and broad shoulders and as the day drew on I was in heaven, mousy blond, Russian and former Soviet States builder types began to crowd the square. How do I lose the family, I wondered but then help came in the form of a call.

My job required me to be on call 24/7 and an issue had arisen at work and they needed me. I made my apologies and left, arranging to meet back in 3 hours. I made my way to an Internet site logged on, dealt with the issue remotely, which left me with nearly over two hours to play with. Then the Mrs sent me a text that said: got cold gone home. That meant total freedom!

I jostled my way into the crowd and found myself in a crowd of half cut Russians all men of my dreams, one his name was Anthony made me ooze pre cum just at the look of him. 5’9 46” chest 34 waist, olive in colour, piercing blue eyes, solid ass, and legs like tree trunks. He was everything I could have hoped for.

The beer flowed, we chatted, he was getting merrier, and I was getting hornier. I moved in front of him and was jostled so that I could feel the warmth of his body against mine.

I went for my wallet which was in line with his crotch and stroked his pouch with the back of my hand, of course I apologised, “no bother” was his response, I spent the next ten minutes deciding, did that mean, more! Or you do that again I’ll break your hand! As the crowd grew round us we were pushed closer together I could feel his breath on my neck, my cock was desperate to feel his breath too.

I put my hand at my side, moved to get closer to his Russian sausage and rubbed my leg, which corresponded with his thigh. I could hear his breath lengthen. I took my chance and moved my hand to his package, he moved his hips so I could get a better feel. His dick was at least 7” flaccid and it was beginning to move down his legs.

He grasped my ass with his hand and pummelled it; oh heaven, he undid his zipper and my cold hand found its prize. A Russian sausage of generous propositions as I reached in and wanked him in the crowd he leaned forward and suggested we move to the toilets. He made his move; I watched him go and then followed.

At the urinal he stood there piece in hand and what a piece all 8” good, hard, and thick. I was in awe. I gave my crotch a rub and moved to a cubicle. He followed. I sat down on the toilet