Part 2: How I Got Fucked By a Big Top
You should read part 1 if you haven’t done so already.
This is what happened next that night at the carnival to the best of my recollection.
When we reached the booth with the large bear of a Carney he tipped his oily ball cap and asked us what unit we were from, whether we were on leave and if we we’re enjoying ourselves at the carnival.
Our answers seemed to satisfy him and he acknowledged that years ago he too had seen service and that perhaps we might like to hookup later and have a few beers, swap war stories and relax a little. “I like to hang out and relax with soldiers wherever I go with the carnival.” he said.
We agreed, shook hands, formally introduced ourselves and decided that until then we should hang out with him at his booth and perhaps try our hand at a few targets and get a few more prizes. I should mention that the burly man’s booth was one of those BB gun booths.
He said that would be fine, but wouldn’t we like to try and get the better prizes? It was ever so simple he explained as he showed us how to get enough points at his booth to exchange all the prizes we already had and turn it into one of the bigger, better and more expensive prizes.
I grinned and said, “Oh that will be a cinch indeed as I’m a master marksman.” And so I purchased a chance to win a big prize at the BB gun booth.
To this day, I’m unsure of how it happened but I was quickly relieved of the remaining cash in my wallet and of all the prizes I had won at the fair that evening. I stood there confused and dejected, not knowing what had just hit me.
“Cheer up, lets go have that beer and relax a bit”, my mate said as he looked at the burly thief who looked very pleased with himself and with my mate’s suggestion.
“Yeah, why don’t we do that, we can go and drink in my trailer and relax if you’re still up for it?” he suggested.
It was getting late and on the one hand, didn’t really feel like drinking with someone who had just tricked me out of all my Carney loot; but a beer felt like a good idea and at the back of my mind I had this odd wistful and dangerous feeling that perhaps something else would happen.
I agreed that perhaps we could stay for a beer, and so the three of us went over to the Carney’s trailer which was parked not too far from his booth.
What happened next, all happened in a blur; just like all the other nights when I went out to get picked up. For indeed that’s what this was – an elaborate hookup.
All that I really recall is that once we were inside the big man’s cluttered trailer he invited us to relax, take off our pants if we liked; beers were pressed into our hands and some porn mags were spotted and taken note of, (they weren’t str8 porn mags).
Our hulking host laughed and suggested that we might like to read them and get really comfortable – he mentioned that it was tough living with other guys in the barracks, not being able to really relax around them, seeing them in the showers and hoping that you wouldn’t get hard looking at their bodies…It was OK, we could really relax and be natural here and no one would care. He was gently rubbing his crotch as he talked in that soft rumbling voice.
The room seemed to reel slightly, my mind was racing and I sobbed out that I wanted to suck on my mate’s cock!
As soon as my guilty admission was blurted out, my mate smiled that crooked little smile of his, yanked down his underpants to reveal the object of my desires so many times in the barracks showers; it was hard and glistening at the tip and he grasped me by my neck and pulled me down on him.
I sucked greedily on my mate’s cock and wished that the night would never end. While I was feasting, I felt my underpants being tugged down from behind. I then felt a man’s bristles on my ass for the first time; the hairy large man was kissing and licking my ass. I felt my ass cheeks being spread and his tongue darted deeper. Soon, I felt his thick fingers pushing and probing my hole. A short while later his big cut cock was ramming my virgin ass me whilst I still sucked for dear life on my mate’s cock.
The large Carney reached around for my hard cock to stroke it, he touched the knob and I shot my load into his hand. I had no control I was starting to collapse in ecstasy; both the Carney and my mate pulled their cocks out from my ass and my mouth and proceeded to cum all over my chest and belly.
The two then embraced me as they pressed our bodies into a sandwich of sorts. Our slippery bodies rubbed against each other as my lips sought out their lips.
Somehow, we managed to cuddle for a little bit in that cramped trailer – how I don’t really know; I was exhausted.
Later on, we made our polite goodbyes and my mate and I headed back to base reeking of cum.
We managed to get back to our barracks and into the showers, safely and without any unwanted questions. My mate and I didn’t speak to each other in the showers that night, I guess we were both lost in thought.
My mate and I remained best mates for the duration of our service, although we never did have sex together ever again. It was just one of those things.
As for the large hairy Carney; I never saw him again, not that I didn’t try hooking up with him again. But that’s best left for another story.
How I Got Fucked by a Big Top
When I was growing up, every spring the carnival would come to town. It was an annual event that most of the town went to.
As soon as the first posters appeared, excited plans were made to attend and meet up with one’s school chums at the fairgrounds.
What new rides and wonders would this year’s carnival bring we wondered. What games at the midway would we try to beat?
The games were all rigged we agreed, but one might be able to outwit the Carney folk if we watched carefully and compared notes.
Alas, our plans never quite gelled for one reason or another and each year, the carnival would take us for our allowances, disappear into the night to the next town and then repeat the process the next spring. It was to become a spring rite.
As we grew into our teens, another attraction was added to the list of reasons why we simply had to go to yet another carnival. And that reason was because the carnival was the place to pick up chicks. Or so the collective lot of us told ourselves…
…Well, that is except for me. Even in my early teens I wasn’t attracted to girls. So whenever the guys said, “It’ll be so cool this year, there’ll be all those babe’s we can pick up, maybe even one of the Carney babes.” I always substituted in my mind the word, “babes” with the word “guys”.
None of us really fared any better in this pursuit either.
There was one year though where my luck did change; well sort of…
I was 19 at the time, had been in the Army for about a year, so I had some of the cockiness and naivety knocked out of me by then but with enough cockiness to have fighting spirit.
As I recall, I was drinking in the bar with a few of my mates and one of them suggested that we all head out and meet up with some of the other guys from our company at the fair which had just arrived in town.
I agreed and suggested quite casually that it would also be a good chance to pick up some guys. Oops, I meant chicks of course.
Fortunately, my slip of the tongue wasn’t taken too seriously. And fortunately one of my mates came to the rescue by throwing his arm around me, licking my ear and exclaiming in mock outrage, “But Darling, you already have me!”
The other guys cracked up at this, we finished our beers and headed out.
I’m not quite sure what came over me but that evening I had a new found boldness.
As we entered the fairgrounds, I silently declared that I was going to have to get my flirt on if I was to come away from this carnival with booty of any sort.
My strategy worked well for awhile at least.
I worked my wily charms on those Carney folk and had them showering me with all sorts of wonderful prizes. I had never done so well in all the years of going to the carnival. I was feeling proud and cocksure. And then I spotted him.
Down at one end of the midway, leaning against a booth and smoking a stogie was the biggest bear of a man I’d ever see to that day or ever since. He had dark brown hair under an oily ball cap, a thick dark beard, dirty white t-shirt, oil stained blue jeans and work boots that had seen many miles.
The large man who looked like he enjoyed his food and beer too, also had a number of faded tattoos on his thick arms, which I never quite could make out.
He spotted me, looked at the Carney loot I was carrying and smiled. With a wink and a conspiratorial nod, he beckoned me.
I glanced at my companions and with the exception of my mate who had saved me earlier in the bar; they plead of tiredness and said they were going back to the base.
Excitedly, my mate and I raced towards the large rough looking Carney. I think my mate noticed my increased excitement. “This will be a Carney to remember.” he said with a broad smile as we approached the booth.
As always, my mate was right. What happened next was a life changing experience in more ways than one.
Time is a funny thing at the best of times but it gets a little hazy retelling this story many years after the fact. Hell, days after, my mate and I argued over the details of who said and did what.
But that part of the tale will have to wait until tomorrow’s post.
How I Got Fucked by a Big Top - Part 2
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6 Things That Weird Me Out About the Gay Porn Biz
I’ve been doing alot of reflecting about the gay porn biz lately both as a whole and my part in it. Here’s a few things that have been on my mind; they’re not necessarily in order of importance:
1. Prudes. At first glance you might think that the only prudes when it comes to gay porn is certain segments of consumers. Not so. Prudery is alive and well within the gay porn industry as well, on so many levels.
2. Hypocrisy. In a similar vein to prudes, it’s amazing the number of hypocrites there are in this industry. Not just this part of the industry though…You’d be amazed perhaps to know how many gay webmasters I run into who want say links at my gay links site or my gay dating tips site and yet they do not want to link back because the sites are too pornographic for them. Hmmm. Same thing goes when I try to buy advertising for those sites…
3. Vicious. It’s much more than being catty. The viciousness of some people seems to know no bounds, especially when bad things happen. It just gets a little wearing after awhile.
4. Lack of follow through. I try to follow through with my contacts, so it gets a little irksome when you ask for something and the person makes promises or says yeah, yeah we’ll get it done and then it never happens.
5. Lack of quality. Lets face it, some people in this biz are content to spew out crap and call it quality porn.
6. Treating people with disdain and treating them as their personal cash cow. Porn is a business but that shouldn’t mean that it’s the business of screwing the customer. How long is the “traffic” going to tollerate being treated like shit?
The porn industry in general needs to wake up and start re-evaluating how they conduct their business.
Having said all that…I love what I do. Being a webmaster/online publisher has given me a tremendous opportunity to a better way of life than I previously enjoyed.
And of course, thankfully, not everyone involved in the porn industry exhibit those six traits or peaves I’ve been reflecting on.
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