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Hands On Experience

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by Hardsnow When I was in my early 20�s, a group of my friends and I planned to meet in New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I got there several hours early, and headed down to the French Quarter for a little entertainment. I�m not really sure what first got the idea into my head, but as I walked through the crowd, which was packed shoulder to shoulder, I found myself wondering what it would be like to touch people as I passed them. I heard stories of �dirty old men� touching boys or girls in a crowd, I�d even known a couple of friends who got �groped� by a man when we were on choir tour once. I certainly didn�t think of myself as a pervert, and it was an all adult crowd, but there was something about the idea that intrigued me, and I wanted to know what it felt like. I let things happen kind of naturally as I made my way through the crowd. As I turned this way or that, to make my way along, I�d let my trailing hand slide up between the legs of the person I was passing, with just enough pressure to get a good feel. It was fantastic! My heart was racing as my hand slid up to the crotch of the guy or girl I had just walked past. And I couldn�t help but get a healthy hard-on as I did so. I couldn�t believe how exciting it was, and it was pretty easy to understand the attraction. I wondered ahead of time what might happen when I touched people. Would someone grab me, and punch me in the face? There were cops all around. What if someone stopped me and called out to one of them? I guess some of that fear was a part of the excitement. Luckily, no one ever did. One of the funny things, was that I often didn�t know whether it was a man or woman I was touching until my hand made contact with their basket, since I was always careful to touch them after I�d passed�that way, I was usually blending into the crowd before they had a chance to react. But it was really interesting to notice the difference in the experience and the reactions I got from men and women. It was such a rush, feeling the soft smooth curves of a woman, feeling her mound, sometimes small, sometimes with really pronounced lips, and pressing in on them so there was no mistaking my touch for an accident. I�m sure I heard an occasional �ooh� as I passed. The only �negative� responses I got came from a couple of women, one of whom let out a some sound of protest. I stepped a little quicker into the on-coming crowd. With men, it was entirely different. There was always �the package�. Something to grab hold of. Though I didn�t really. Even with the men, I was always careful to just let my hand slide over their goods. With just enough pressure to get an idea of what was there. Was it large, small, or average? Big nut sack, or hard to find? I confess that this was the part of evening that was the most exciting, and after the two negative responses, I kept pretty much to sliding up next to men. And it was apparent the men were enjoying it as well. Not one hint of protest. One man I touched was a little quicker than the rest, and he took hold of my arm before I could pass. But it wasn�t with an aggressive grip. His touch was more of an invitation, a request, �Wait, don�t go, I enjoyed it.� But that�s not what I was looking for. Anonymity was what I was after. I wanted this to be my experience, and mine alone. There was really only so much of it I could take though, and after making my way from one end of the Quarter to the other, with countless secret affairs, I found my way to an alley not far from the crowd to find some relief. The experience must have been much more intense than I even realized. I unzipped my pants there in the dark, and pulled out my cock, harder than I think I�ve ever been, and barely touched it when I started shooting cum all over the fence beside me. My knees crumbled underneath me, and it was several minutes before my head cleared and I could �put my things away� and head back out into the street. I�ve never done anything like that since, but I know I�ll never forget it.