Ultimate shoulder rides

ten years ago I took part in the celebration of the football title in our city. It was the first title in the history of our club and the city center was full of celebratory people. They were mostly young boys. Sometimes I saw a boy somewhere on the shoulders of another waving a club flag. Whenever I made my way through the crowd to the celebration pair, I found out that they were a pair of friends who didn't care about anyone else. I am a big and strong man and it always excited me to carry other boys on my shoulders. I went down to the beer tap and drank a few beers over the course of an hour, lost my cool and came up with a plan. I made my way through the crowd looking for the lone celebration boy. And I found one. He was a little smaller than me, and especially he didn't have all his friends around him. I decided to lift him on my shoulders. I knew I had to get right behind his and very quickly bend down, put my head between his thighs and immediately lift him up so he wouldn't have a chance to react. It worked out exactly according to my plan, because I am strong and before the boy recovered, he was already floating on my shoulders, swaying to the rhythm of the music. I'm so sorry I couldn't watch his react. He could do nothing but sit on my neck and let himself sway and bounce to the rhythm of the music, which was fast and lasted a long time. I held his thighs. I did not perceive either his defiance or cooperation, I think that he found himself in such a situation for the first time in his life. After about 6 minutes, I carefully placed him on the ground and pretended to give the celebrate title and as if nothing had happened. He didn't say thank you, he didn't react at all. I had a good feeling that my plan was fulfilled and I went to drink more beers. After about 4 hours, when it was already evening, I celebrated in a huge tent for the celebration. I'm drinking a beer, and suddenly I see several people jumping on a large table in the middle of the tent. Well, and among them was a boy whom I gave a lift a while ago. I was drunk and I didn't care how it turned out, but I came to the table, turned my back on him and again took him on my shoulders and swayed and jumped to the rhythm of the club anthem. I carried him again for about 6 or more minutes and put him on the ground. He looked at me strangely and disappeared into the crowd. He probably wasn't a fan of that kind of celebration. But I still remember it today and I'm glad I found the courage to make it happen. In our country, it is not uncommon for a foreign man to lift someone on his shoulders. Have any of you had a similar experience? Would any of you wish to find yourself in the same situation?
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