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.

January 31, 2007 | Filed Under Gay Tales  | AddThis Social Bookmark Button