Ultimate shoulder rides

In the WOM picture galleries of this totally wonderful  club, there are photos from sites like Myspace.com that originally had titles like “So-and-So riding some random guy’s shoulders.”

I wonder just how random those “random guys” really are.

Have any club members offered to carry potential riders at concerts or other events, and succeeded in getting attractive riders on their shoulders?  If so, it would be fascinating to hear about your experiences, and to know how you invited those riders to mount you.

I know it can be done.  In the 1980s I lived near Washington Square Park (in Greenwich Village, New York), where I liked to go on summer weekends to watch sexy girls riding in the crowds of people surrounding street performers.  I often saw a strongly built man at least 6’4” tall (that’s almost two meters) carrying a whole series of young men on his shoulders near the back of the crowd.  It made me curious, and as I watched I noticed that in each case he started a conversation with his soon-to-be rider, and that each rider was taking pictures with a camera. Each rider was male, and each ride seemed to last until his rider asked to be put down, perhaps because he had run out of film.  I also noticed that the man guided his riders’ feet behind his back and held their thighs with his hands.  Because I love to ride other men, I envied those lucky camera-carrying riders.

But when the pattern became clear, I lost no time.  I went to the park wearing running shorts and carrying a small 35-millimeter camera, and when I saw him I stood nearby at the back of the crowd pretending that I was trying, with difficulty, to take pictures of the performers over the heads of the audience.  Sure enough, to my great satisfaction, he eventually approached me and started a friendly, very casual conversation about what the performers were doing, how it was easier for him to see them because he was much taller than I, how I seemed to be having trouble taking pictures.  And then he simply asked if I’d like to get on his shoulders and take pictures from there.
I said “Thanks! I’d love to.”

Immediately, he stepped behind me, ducked his head, raised his neck up into my crotch and, holding my thighs firmly, lifted me astride his shoulders, and I took some pictures while I greatly enjoyed riding him.

As I’ve said, I love riding other men.  Because he always chose male riders, I guessed that he would not be upset when he felt me becoming fully aroused astride his neck, as I always do when I ride.  In fact, he was very pleased indeed.  He said “You feel really good up there.”  I replied “I feel GREAT up here!”  After giving me a wonderful ride, moving his head around to provide some delightful stimulation, he invited me to his apartment a few blocks away, where he said he’d like me to ride him without his shirt and without my shorts.  Of course, I gladly accepted the invitation, and rode him that way with great pleasure, ending the ride with the response that I’m sure you can imagine.

If any other club members have had “random guy” experiences, either as horses or riders of either sex, I hope you’ll tell us about those experiences.  You may even inspire other members to have similar ones.

David