First Pride Experience what Really Happened?

We've all seen the photos, but what actually goes down at Pride? Share your first-time experiences, the good, the bad, the unexpected moments that made you go WTF!

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No Picture YourTop	Posted On Nov 27, 2025 Agli kab hogi delhi waali lets meet there
No Picture anonymous1995	Posted On Dec 1, 2025 Wasnt it cancelled?
No Picture Aniruddhbottomm	Posted On Dec 1, 2025 Bekar tha pride parade yr unless you are handsome or cuter you are going alone it's completely useless
No Picture Rahul123Delhi	Posted On Dec 2, 2025 @YourTop ab 8th February 2026 ko hai delhi mei
No Picture YourTop	Posted On Dec 2, 2025 Ok
No Picture vickky777	Posted On Dec 3, 2025 Chennai when?
No Picture Gowtham999999	Posted On Dec 5, 2025 Usually when the pride happens in tvm? In chennai it used to be on the June last Sunday. Could someone let me know when it happens in tvm?
No Picture Aksray	Posted On Dec 5, 2025 My first (and last) pride was in NYC in 2003. Somehow I felt out of place. Certainly, it wasn't the culture difference, I think it was more to do with gay people seeing themselves differently from others (or vice-versa). It just flet to me like some kind of caste parade in India. Have never been attracted to pride parades. I prefer a lot of Indian festivals where there's lots of cruising. The most famous of them all is the Thrissur Pooram.
zzhang	Posted On Dec 16, 2025 That night me and this buddy I'd known for ages went out drinking. We were pretty close already—usually we'd just *** each other off when we hung out, nothing more. We got properly hammered, started on beer then switched to shots, and by the end I was buzzing hard, super relaxed and *** as hell. His place was close to the bar so we stumbled back there. Soon as the door shut he came up behind me, arms around my waist, kissing my neck, hand sliding straight into my pants and grabbing my ***. I was so drunk everything felt amazing, no part of me wanted to stop. He pushed me onto the couch, yanked my jeans off, got me on my knees with my *** up. I was a little nervous but he kept kissing down my back, telling me to chill out and that he'd make it feel good. Grabbed the lube, started slow with his fingers while feeding me the rest of the whiskey. Every sip I'd take, he'd go a bit deeper—pretty soon I was loose, pushing back on him myself. When he finally slid in it hurt at first, but the alcohol turned that sting into this intense, full-body rush real quick. He went slow till I started moaning louder, then grabbed my hips and just pounded me. Came three times that night— we'd pause, I'd crash on his chest for a bit, take another drink, then he'd flip me over and go again. By the end I was wrecked, *** sore and swollen but feeling incredible, brain just looping “holy *** getting *** is this good?” Woke up the next day barely able to walk, but he took care of me like I was precious—showered together, put cream on me, the works. After that, whenever we'd drink I'd basically beg for it. Ended up crashing at his place for months and he'd use me pretty much every other day. Totally turned me into his greedy little bottom. Looking back, I'm glad we got that wasted—without the booze I might never have found out how much I love getting railed.