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