by Troy Seate
(03/17/10)
Everywhere the boys looked, it was a cluster-fuck. The cops were letting a lot of things slide. Girls were exposing their breasts from one end of the square to the other.
"This is as fucking good as Mardi Gras," Brian told his two buddies.
A woman grabbed one of the boys and kissed him passionately. Then she turned him over to her friend for a loose, boozy kiss. "Love you, baby. Love all of you," the second girl said before the twosome twisted away and moved on through the crowd.
A car full of babes crept along amidst the revelers. "Don't have to be wolfin' chicks when you can celebrate in here with us," they hollered to the threesome.
The boys eagerly jumped in with the giggling girls. Whiskey and beer was on everyone's breath. The boys squeezed supple breasts beneath sweaters and groped under skirts between young thighs. Jody's fingers found someone's happy pie.
The car was soon stopped by another cluster of fanatics. The boys were unceremoniously hauled out and the willing, screaming girls shanghaied.
Jody ran his fingers under his buddy's nose. "That's what we're really celebrating," he said laughing.
"Probably had it up your own butt in that mob scene," Darren replied.
A fog rolled in, turning the street lamps into diamond halos that seemed to add a saintly blessing to the raucous behavior. The three buddies ambled through the loitering crowd, squeezing as many ripe chest melons as their owners would allow, and were even permitted to suckle a few. Some female revelers gave the boys' crotches a playful squeeze in return.
"It's too bad this party can't go on forever," one boy said to the other two.
"Maybe it can if this keeps happening, but I suspect this could only happen in one place for this one event."
It was actually better than any Mardi Gras down in The Quarter...because the New Orleans Saints had just won their first Super Bowl!
