The last big event of summer was the county fair. For
one spectacular week out of the year the desolate fairgrounds
came alive with neon, music and plenty of excitement.

Making my way down the crowded midway, my ears thrummed
with the energetic heartbeat of the carnival. Shrieks and
screams echoed from the fun-house as little kids, going
around and around, giggled happily on their pursuit to
nowhere. The shrewd vendors manning the game booths, making
their pitches, attempting to lure in the next sucker.

"Step right up. Whose the next lucky winner gonna be?
How about you sir? Three tries for a dollar. Feast your
eyes on the treasures you could win with just one thin
dollar!!"

I turned in response to the attractive, young Hispanic"s
call, as did at least five or six other young men, but he was
staring directly at me. He looked to be my age, nineteen or
so, and as I looked back at him, his full, rose colored lips
curled into a seductive smile. The meager beginnings of a
fuzzy mustache brandished his upper lip. He gave his head a
toss that sent his shoulder length, black hair flinging back
form his enormous dark eyes.

Spellbound by his astonishing beauty, I took a step
toward his booth, watching his eyes as they dropped to check
out the crotch of my tight jeans. He stood in the dank
evening heat, shirtless, his dark, smooth torso reeling me in
like the catch of the day. Riding on the humid summer
breeze, mingling with the odor of cotton candy and elephant
ears, my nose caught wind of his masculine scent. It was
fresh and clean, as if he had just stepped out of the shower.

My eyes were glued to his dark-brown nipples. His flat
abdominals rippled as he drew in a deep breath to speak.
"Are you ready to try your luck?" He asked.

My face had suddenly become hot. "I"m usually not very
lucky," I said, shaking my head.

He reached up folding his arms back behind his head to
reveal the small, curly tufts of jet-black hair that sprouted
from his armpits. "I"ve got a feeling your luck is about to
change my friend." My eyes dropped to the thin trail of manly
fur that descended from his belly button to disappear down
the front of his pants. He wasn"t giving up, and I
didn"t want him to. Just being near this kid gave me
goose bumps.

"Win something nice for your girlfriend."

"I"m afraid I"m not much of a ladies man either," I
admitted.

"Hey, don"t feel bad," he said, speaking very softly as
he leaned out over the railing. "Win something nice for
yourself. By the way, my name is Pete, and you are?

"James."

"Well James, between you and me, I"m not much into girl
either."

The mischievous glint in his eyes peeked my lustful
curiosity. I had no idea where this unexpected encounter was
headed, but I was certainly willing to spend a dollar to find
out.

I handed Pete my dollar and before I had thrown the
first dart he reached out and popped a balloon. At the top of
his lungs he yelled out. "And we have a winner! A huge man
working the other side of the booth glared at us. "What will
it be?" Asked Pete. "Take your pick of anything."

"Ride the Ferris Wheel with me." I could scarcely
believe the words had come from my mouth. I wasn"t usually
so bold with strangers.

"I get relieved here in an hour. I"ll meet up with you
at the Ferris Wheel then," said Pete.

"Great. The Ferris Wheel in an hour. I"ll be there."

The sun had faded away, and the darkness had come alive
with the hew of flashing light. Pete called out to the
scruffy old man behind the controls of the Ferris Wheel.
"How about one on the house?" Without hesitation, the old man
waved us on board.

My stomach churned slightly as the big wheel jerked into
motion, lifting us high into the air like a pair of wingless
birds. After completing five or six revolutions, the old man
stopped the big wheel, suspending us in the night sky over
the bustling midway.

"I love being up here like this," said Pete.
"Especially on a night like this. Just look at the stars."

I looked up to share in the wonders of the universe and
felt Pete"s hand come to rest on mine. The night air had
become cool, but I was burning up. I felt his fingers close
around mine. "Don"t worry," Pete assured me. "No one can
see us from below." In the moonlight, his firm, passionate
lips parted to expel a contented sigh.

"Have you ever kissed another boy?" He asked, perhaps
sensing the deep hunger I felt for his mouth. He looked at
me and smiled. "If you want to kiss me I won"t mind."

I did want to kiss him. I desperately wanted to taste
his luscious, young lips. I leaned closer and felt his hot
breath caress my cheek. A cloud of soft, moist passion
seemed to loom over us as I covered his mouth with mine.

Pete put his hand on the back of my head, digging his
fingers into my wavy blond locks. I felt his hot tongue
flutter wetly across my lips and I opened my mouth so that he
might explore at will. The tips of our tongues met and I was
numbed by the sensation.

"God, you taste good," Pete sighed, his voice raspy with
passion. His fingers tugged impatiently at my fly. "I want
to lick you all over," he gasped nibbling my neck, his
heavenly mouth working just below my ear. "I"m dying to
taste your cock." The fever of our youthful passion had us
both panting for satisfaction.

At any moment the big wheel could swing into motion.
"Not here," I said, taking his inquisitive hand in mine.
"Isn"t there some place where we can go? Somewhere more
private?"

Pete"s downy mustache tickled my upper lip as he again
put his mouth over mine. My heart pounded violently against
the inside of my rib cage. At any moment I expected my chest
to explode.

"I know a place," Pete whispered, tracing the outline of
my trembling lips with the tip of his slippery oral probe.
"Behind the trailers, where the trucks are parked. It"s not
far."

As we stepped from the ramp and merged with the legion
of preoccupied faces, I was very conscious of the pulsating
affliction that bulged conspicuously against the side of my
thigh.

Pete turned to me and smiled. My eyes dropped from his
mouth to adore the enormous cylinder of aroused man flesh
that extended half way down the inside of his right thigh.
The tight denim clung to him like a second skin, revealing
the mushroom shaped crest of his flexing organ. The fabric
surrounding the tip of his bloated apex was darker than the
rest, wet and sticky with an abundance of pre-cum.

I followed Pete to our destination, my pants seeming to
grow tighter with every step. The sight of his slender,
well-rounded ass as it swayed pertly at arms length was
almost more than I could resist. My balls ached with horny
fascination as I tried to imagine how good it was going to
feel when we were finally alone.

Pete led me away from the noise and glitter of the
jammed midway. We entered a freshly mown field where the
trucks used to transport the carnival from one town to the
next were parked. The smell of the newly cut grass, damp
with late summer dew, filled me with a sense of calm.

Standing in the shadow of a road weary Mac truck, Pete
took me in his arms and pulled my body against his. We
kissed with our chests pressed tightly together, our young
lustful hearts beating as one. My body ached for my manhood
to be liberated from the cramped confines of my jeans.

This time I did nothing to stop Pete when he reached down between
us and unfasten my pants.

The crisp, night air caressed the naked flesh of my legs
as Pete pulled my pants down around my ankles. A wave of
goose bumps consumed my smooth skin when he began unbuttoning
my shirt and descended upon my small, taut nipples with his
drooling mouth.

Pete"s touch was so tender, his slender body so
adorable, his mood so ripe with male passion, it became
impossible for me to think of anything else. Hooking his
fingers over the top of my Jockey shorts, Pete slowly sank to
his knees. With a deliberateness that seemed to sting my
flesh like hot, oozing candle wax, he pulled down my
underwear, inch by tantalizing inch, until my manly pubic
thatch had been exposed. Grabbing my ass with both hands, he
buried his nose in my dense crop of cock fur and inhaled my
musky scent. He moaned with approval, and yanked my
underwear down around my knees. I gasped with delight as my
freed cock reared up to slap smartly across his clean shaven
cheek. My hobbled knees trembled as his hot breath washed
over my sweaty balls. I wanted desperately to feel his
sultry mouth engulf me.

"Suck it, Pete! Suck my cock. Take it in that
wonderful mouth of yours and tongue it."

My desperation was short lived. Pete was starving for
my flesh and responded favorably to my desire. Seizing the
shaft of my six inch cock firmly in his fist, hungrily
licking my dilated pisshole, he plunged his soft, wet lips
down over my satiny knob. The sensation was just shy of
being orgasmic. My body swayed like a tree about to be
toppled. I was forced to grab hold of his strong shoulders
to regain my faltering balance.

Little by little, Pete"s sex starved mouth devoured my
brutally rigid cock. With his firm, wet lips locked tightly
around the base of my pulsating organ, I felt my cock"s
bloated crown glide effortlessly into his steamy throat. I
couldn"t resist the urgent need to shoot my load of gooey
jism. I pulled my spastic tool from his greedy gullet and
shot a torrential wad of succulent nectar across his handsome
face.

Pete giggled mischievously as he wiped the drool from
his mouth. "James, you"ve got the sweetest meat I"ve ever
tasted. I could suck your dick all night and it still
wouldn"t be enough to satisfy me.

I dropped to my knees and kissed him hard on the mouth.
Straight away his tongue burst into my mouth and I savored
its palatable flavor. It was about time I had a look at that
big piece of swinging meat between his legs.

I reached down and opened the front of his jeans. I was
not surprised to discover he wasn"t wearing any underwear.
As he rose up, I held to his pants so that they slid down his
hairy thighs. In the dim light provided by the heavens, I
got my first glimpse of Pete"s majestic cock. The enormity
of his wagging bone-like muscle held me in a state of
completely awe. From the shadows of his gaping thighs his
enticing organ beckoned my immediate attention.

Pete"s finely chiseled body was a masterful work of art.
Had it not been for the delicate scent of his maleness, I
might have been content to simply admire him. It was his
spicy aroma that reminded me of my bitter sweet quest. The
wonders of such a magnificent body were intended to please
far more than just the eye.

His palpitating penis stiffened with undisciplined lust
as I cradled his huge, sagging balls in the palm of my hand.
His swollen treasure sac was sparsely covered by the same
coarse hair that so generously carpeted his quivering thighs.
A flood of fervid drool surged into my mouth and I moved
closer.

I felt a guiding hand gently come to rest on the back of
my head. Pete"s masculine voice had suddenly become
childlike, as he whined direly for my sexual favors. "Lick
my nuts, James. Suck them between your slick, soft lips."

His fingers tightened against the back of my head,
digging into my hair as he slowly pulled my face down toward
his heavily burdened pouch.

The weight of his lengthy cock pressed restlessly
against my brow as my tongue swiped a moist path through the
tangled strands of manly hair that scantily covered his
flavorful flesh. The fibrous muscle extending the length of
his powerful thigh quaked as I drew, first one, then both of
his distended nuts into my sweltering mouth. The fluttering
of my blistering tongue further fortified the intense lust
already coursing through my horny, young friend"s veins.

Crazy with desire, Pete pulled his balls from the
suction of my grasping mouth. My jaws ached with abandonment
as he smeared the tip of his bloated cockhead across my lips.
His helmet shaped crest glistened wet with saliva as he
rammed it into my awaiting mouth.

Pete hissed loudly as his sappy pisshole slammed against
the back of my throat. "Suck it, James! Suck my fat fucking
Cock. Oh yeah, that"s it. Geez, you make me want to cum. I
don"t think I can hold back! Oh shit, suck it, man. I want
to blow my load in your face!"

I felt his thick, pulsating organ swelling between my
lips. The coarse hair covering his contracting nuts tickled
my chin as he rapidly approached his climax. I found myself
growing short of breath, dizzy with anticipation as Pete
grunted torridly and yanked his lumbering spigot from my
mouth. The first volley of semen surged across the bridge
of my nose. His cock erupted again and again. Stringy
strands of creamy cock juice oozed down my face and dripped
from my chin.

For his size, Pete was surprisingly strong. Almost
before I realized what was happening, he had spun me around,
and was burying his face in the crack of my ass. When the
tip of his tongue pierced the rim of my snug, crimson pucker,
I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

In no time at all, Pete"s amazing tongue had my narrow
anal passage suitably primed with drool and ready for
fucking.

"I want your tight little ass," Pete whimpered
anxiously. "I want to feel it swallow my big dick."

After putting on a condom, he moved in behind me, the
heat radiating from his thighs made me shiver, but
it was secondary to the shear size of the blunt cockhead I
felt gliding between the cheeks of my gaping ass. I
shuddered with uncertainty. My butt was by no means virgin
territory, I loved getting fucked, but I"d never tried to
accommodate such an enormous fuck muscle.

Pete"s fingers rimmed the puckered perimeter of my
flexing butthole. "Geez, you sure are tight," he panted,
using a finger as his guide. "You ever done this before?"

"A few times!" I gasped, feeling the head of his dick
locate its target and loom over my vulnerable orifice like a
monstrous pile driver.

"You ever been fuck with a dick as big as mine?"

I felt the head of his cock push against my resistant
backdoor. "Not even close," I groaned, as he pushed even
harder.

"This might hurt some," Pete warned, getting a firm hold
on my hips, thrusting his pelvis forward. The intensity of
the pain was riveting as he crammed a liberal portion of his
elongated ramrod deep into my twitching rectum. His cock was
so big, and so hard, it left me gasping for air. I heard
myself moaning pitifully as his huge organ snaked its way
even deeper into my hot belly.

I tried to contain my passion, but couldn"t. His big
cock twitching inside my ass delighted me with the most
amazing tingles and twitched; keeping silent was next to
impossible. Grunting and groaning had become as necessary,
as natural, as breathing.

The slick walls of my snug intestine soon had Pete
audibly professing his pleasure with equal enthusiasm. Sweat
streamed down the sides of my face as he savagely pumped his
rigid meat deep into the dark, hollow depths of my stretched
bungehole. It was lustful pandemonium as Pete neared his
second orgasm.

I howled with ecstasy as he buried the entire length of
his jerking cock inside me. His thick organ vibrated with a
sudden rush of unbridled male splendor. His sizzling payload
of syrupy spunk bubbled up his long pisstube as I flexed my
exhausted ring of anal muscle. His volatile cock stiffened
triumphantly, wickedly hammering inside my belly.

Pete pulled his cock out of my ass and kissed my slimy,
inflamed pucker. Then, turning around, he leaned forward and
made an open invitation of his beautiful ass.

"Fuck me, man. Stick you dick up my ass and fill a
rubber with your hot, gooey jism."

After lubricating his sweaty, wrinkle with my tongue, I
fed my dick into his fuzzy, bearded crack.

Pete gasped sharply, surprised by the precision of my
aim. The concentrated heat that suddenly encompassed the
sensual flesh of my sinking cock was nothing short of
exquisite. So exquisite that it filled me with a monumental
urge to ejaculate.

Attempting to suppress my pent up load was maddening.
My balls were near bursting. My shirt, soaked with sweat,
clung to my back like a second skin. I lunged forward,
driving the entire length of my skittish, young pecker into
the quivering embrace of Pete"s churning rectum.

Pete pushed his firm, round mounds back against my
trembling thighs. Gyrating his hips, he ground the soggy,
coarseness of his abundant ass fur against the silky root of
my embedded cock shaft. His huge balls swung back and forth,
colliding with mine each time we came together. I panted for
mercy, but no clemency was being afforded. Pete was on fire.
Only the release of my quenching passion could squelch the
inferno that blazed within his heart, body and soul.

The seething contents of my orgasm filled the condom
with a torrent of creamy man juice. Cum heaved from my
pisshole as my insatiable itch for manly satisfaction fluxed
into a raging white hot river.

Embracing in the aftermath of our sexual skirmish, Pete
and I found ourselves weary, our youthful energies depleted,
but our minds were still fogged over with the steamy thoughts
of what we had just shared. Pete was right. My luck at the
game booths certainly had improved.