Castro Street

It was a parade, because why not. It wasn't pride month, but it always felt like it here in Castro Street, in the heart of gay San Francisco. Douglas was there, Monique behind him, rubbing and squeezing his ass. She was hard ... he knew the look in her eye. Down the balcony was Joanie and Marco. They were making out, so right for each other, so in love, so destined for one another. And down the balcony from them was a third couple, Chrissy and Jezebel. Douglas didn't know much about them. She was another sex store owner. She was petite and Korean and sassy and feisty. Chrissy was more reserved, with a dominant streak. Douglas watched them kissing, and watched Chrissy's skirt distend with a cock every bit the equal of Monique's. Holy shit, he thought, as Monique guided his hand to her aching shaft.