The following fictional story contains graphic description of consensual sex between male minors. If this is offensive to you, illegal in your area, of if you are under the age of 21 - READ NO FURTHER!
I glanced impatiently at my watch - only ten more minutes until closing - and then looked up again as the last of the riders shuffled past. The line for the Tilt-a-Whirl had thinned out about a half hour ago and now people were able to just run up and get on in time for the next ride. This should be the last ride of the night.
Working at the amusement park this last summer before college has been fun, especially since I had moved up from concession stand to running the Tilt-a-Whirl. It was an ideal ride to run -- tame enough that I hardly ever had to clean up after someone losing his lunch (not like the Turkish Twist, those guys needed a full time clean up crew after every ride!) and cool enough that not just little kids came aboard. One of my favorite perks to the job was going around and checking to make sure the safety bar was firmly latched. It gave me an excuse to stick my hand in-between people's legs and many times I had "accidentally" grazed the bare leg of a rider in shorts. Earlier tonight I had been going around and checking the bars when I got to the far side of the platform. This car was facing away from the center of the ride and I had to go around. There was a teenage couple, probably about 16, passionately making out and when I shook the bar they broke their embrace. The guy sheepishly looked down when my hand bumped his leg and I noticed he had quite a tent in his running shorts. His dick had pulled the material of the shorts so tight that I was able to see a little of his ball sac and some hair around the right leg opening. God I love it when that happens! I now walked around the platform checking the safety bars again. This would definitely be the last ride of the night. Only 3 of the 8 cars were occupied and there was no one cute. I made my way back to control panel and started the ride. In the meantime, I began looking around. It was Saturday night and I was in the mood to play but had yet to hear of any parties. Usually the amusement park staff gathered at least once a weekend to get trashed and I was hoping this would be the night. Suddenly the closing announcement came over the park's P.A. system.
At last! I let the ride run another 30 seconds and then pulled the lever to shut it down. The riders jumped out and quickly disappeared into the crowd of exiting park goers.
I got out the cleaning supplies and began the closing routine. It usually took me about 40 minutes to close the ride down at the end of the night. Although I was hoping to party tonight (and maybe even get laid) I was tired and had little energy to throw into my cleaning. About 30 minutes later, the first set of park lights went out. The second set stayed on for another half an hour and after they went out there were just a few streetlights to illuminate the paths through the park. I loved the park at this time. It was more mysterious and the quiet was almost eerie. As I stood against the rail on the far side of the ride I heard a twig snap in the little patch of woods to the right of the ride. It caught my attention but I thought little of it until I heard another snap. I quietly walked to the ride exit and began walking around the ride on the ground, trying to remain in the shadows as much as possible. It was probably just a raccoon snacking on some discarded popcorn. I made my way around the base of the platform until I was in the bushes just to the right of the ride. I stared intently into the woods and then I saw him, crouched down behind a small bush. It was a teen boy and it appeared he was unaware that he was being watched.
At least a few times every year some kids will hide inside the park until everyone is gone and then go on a vandalism spree, taking prizes from the contest booths and spray painting and egging the rides. This kid was obviously thinking he was going to have a little fun tonight. Not if I could help it.
I could have called security but by the time they got here the kid could be gone. Besides, I was pretty stocky and worked out a lot and this kid looked pretty scrawny. I was confident that I could handle the situation myself.
I began to slowly creep towards the boy and when I was near enough to make a rush I stopped. He was still unaware of my presence - I think he was actually chewing on some cotton candy. I stood up and took 2 full strides before yelling "Hey what do you think you're the doing!". The boy was caught totally off guard and I was able to close the distance between us before he could even stand up. I grabbed his shirt and spun him around onto the ground and then jumped on top off him. I pinned his arms behind his back and yanked him to his feet, totally in control of his every move.
"What do you think you're doing?" I snarled into his ear.
"Nothing, I mean I was just waiting for a friend" he babbled, on the verge of tears.
It was then that I noticed how scrawny he was. He was probably 13 or 14 and couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds. He had dirty blond hair that was a little greasy and matted to his scalp. I could smell his sweat and fear and it sent a rush of power through my veins. I yanked his arms up and he yelped in pain.
"Waiting for a friend huh? Well, just what were you and your friend going to do after he got here?"
The boy trembled and let out a small whimper. I again sensed he was on the verge of crying.
"Please let me go. It wasn't my idea, really. My friend Scott told me to hide in the woods and he would come back after the park closed and we could ride the rides all by ourselves"
Idiot, I thought. The rides are the last thing they could do - all the motors have security kill switches.
"So you always do what Scott tells you?" I asked, still maintaining pressure on his arms.
"He's bigger and I don't have many friends and he's kinda popular - please let me go. I promise I'll leave right away. Please" he whined.
I caught another whiff of pungent teen sweat and it was intoxicating. I began to get an idea.
"So, if Scott told you to suck his dick, you would?" I demanded.
The boy gasped and for the first time gave a little struggle. I quickly pushed his face into the side of the ride platform.
"Isn't that you two were really going to do? A little romantic evening together, just the two of you?" I whispered into his ear. My mouth was practically touching his ear and I made sure to breath a little warmth into the canal.
The boy shuddered slightly.
"I guess I could let you go but I would hate for you to go home unsatisfied"
"What do you mean?" he asked quietly.
"I mean, we're going to have some fun first. I'm going to fill in for
Scott and you're going to suck my dick, at least if you don't want me to turn you into security."
I again applied pressure to his arms and slowly brought my lips to his dirty neck. He was salty and the overpowering smell of fear was on him.
"C'mon." I pulled him away from the ride and led him around and up on to the ride platform. I took him around to one of the cars on the far side of the platform and made sure the car was turned away from the midway. I threw him into the seat and quickly pulled down the security bar and put my boot on it. (The boot was unneeded as the bar could not come up until it was mechanically released from a button on the control panel, but it made a nice effect) I began to undo my jeans pulling them down to my thighs and rubbing my stiff cock through my boxers. The kid watched warily and not without a little curiosity I noticed. I pulled my shaft out through the opening of my fly and the boy gasped slightly. I was sure that he had never seen a man cock before and I was larger than average to top it off. My dick is really thick with a big mushroom head.
I slowly moved closer to him and stepped up onto the Tilt-a Whirl car.
This brought my dick to a perfect face level. I rubbed my dick against the side of his cheek.
"I'm not going to hurt you, y'know" I said softly. "We can just have a little fun. Cmon."
With that I moved my dick to his lips. His tongue slowly came out and touched the very tip of my head. He looked up at me and I saw so much in those brown/green eyes - fear, respect, curiousity, and if I wasn't mistaken, maybe a little lust.
"If you dont want to, I'll let you go. I won't call security." I said softly.
He looked up at me timidly and then his tongue again touched my dick head and I brought my hands up to his head and pulled it toward my crotch. He opened his lips wide and took my big cock into his mouth. He seemed afraid to close his lips around it.
"Cmon, boy" I growled. "Suck it"
He slowly and cautiously closed his lips around the shaft and began to draw back slowly, creating an exquisite soft suction that made my knees tremble. I sighed loudly and then grabbed the back of his head and slid my dick back into his throat until he gagged. Then I drew it back out again and I felt the lightest brush of his teeth on my swollen head. Shit, this was hot I thought.
The boy began to catch on. He was sucking now and trying to take as much of my meat into his throat each time. His tongue moved around in his mouth and I felt it probe my piss slit.
Damn, I'm going to cum soon!
Just then I heard a noise behind me, the sound of footsteps on the wooden platform, but it was too late. I felt someone grab me from behind around my neck and I saw the flash of metal.
I was pulled off the car and found myself in a headlock, a small hunting knife to my throat.
"What the fuck you think you're doing, cocksucker?"
I quickly assessed the situation. This assailant was not very big. His arms, wrapped tightly around my neck were thin and hairless. The hand holding the knife was small and I knew that this boy was no taller than me and much lighter than me. I could easily reverse the situation, even with the supposed threat of the knife. I decided to see what developed (plus I knew that I could always yell and security would come)
"What's it to you?" I said with confidence meant to show my lack of fear.
"You okay, Shawn?" he asked the boy in the car, who was trying to wipe the saliva and precum off his chin.
"Yeah, Scott" he said with uncertainty. "What are you going to do?"
"Hmmm. Well, maybe we should turn the tables. Maybe we should make this cocksucker give you a blowjob!"
Shawn looked me in the eyes and I saw honest concern. My heart melted and I felt my dick begin to stiffen again at the thought of being "forced" to suck this angel off. I gave him a look meant to convey that it was okay with me but Scott began to push me slowly towards the car again.
"Go on, faggot. Why don't you get a taste of your own medicine. Suck his dick and if you try anything funny . . ." he pressed the side of the knife hard against my chest.
I nodded agreement and he loosened his grip. Fool, I could have easily spun around and decked him before he even knew what was happening but I was more interested in pleasing Shawn.
I leaned into the car and Shawn began to undo his pants. He was wearing tattered Fruit Of the Looms yellowed with piss stains and the smell that arose from his crotch was dizzying. His cock was stiff and throbbing against the material of his underwear and I saw a wet dot in the material where the head pulsed inside.
I drew the waistband down and his boy prick sprang free. It was about 6 inches, cut, and had a banana curve to it. I buried my face in his soft pubes and inhaled deeply the smell of musky ball sweat, piss, and sex. I licked his balls and tasted the salty, dirty sex film that coated his skin. He moaned softly. I intended to give this boy the blowjob of a lifetime.
I took his cock in my fingers and raised it up straight. There was a dribble of precum that had bubbled out of his slit and slid down the thick vein on the underside of this beautiful piece. I noticed the soft veins that gave his shaft some texture and I slid my hand lightly up and down. Shawn shuddered and I felt his dick throb. This isn't going to take long, I thought. I decided to draw it out as much as possible by teasing his sensitive head.
I slowly closed my mouth around just the head and lowered my teeth just slightly. I swished my tongue around and around the head and darted in and out of his hole, tasting sweet boy juice. I sucked softly, still just around the head and I felt Shawn squirm with pleasure. I again stroked his shaft with my hand and he grunted.
"Suck it. Get me off, please. I gotta cum soon" he pleaded.
I instead returned to his balls, sucking first one and then both into my mouth and rolling them around on my tongue. I had thought he must be 14 but now I was not so sure - his sac was completely hairless and so was the area under his sack leading to his ass. What I wouldn't give to be able to get there!
I had almost forgotten about Scott until I felt him grabbing at my still unbuttoned pants and pulling them down to my ankles. Then I felt him lean in against me, pulling my shirt up my back and exposing my entire lower back and ass. I felt the cold handle of the knife against my right butt cheek and it turned me on. What was this teen stud vandal up to?
Then I felt the heat of his cock in my ass crack and I knew. He pulled himself against me, grinding his stiff cock into my crack. He felt pretty thick but not to long. Perfect! His hands were on my hips and he still held the hunting knife in his right hand. He was panting softly and pressing really hard into my crack.
Suddenly, he decided he had enough foreplay. He had been pushing the head of his cock against my hole and then letting it slide up until the whole length of his cock rested in my crack but now he took aim and pressed the head firmly into my hole, moistened only with sweat and his precum. Gay or straight, this boy was turned on! His cock felt like a steel rod pressing into me. I felt his head tear through the opening of my hole and I gasped in pain. Then it was in. All of it, in one motion. He thrust his entire boy meat into me, right up to his pubes.
I was seeing stars. Goddamn, that hurt! Once he was buried all the way, I felt my insides loosen and he slowly began to draw his cock back out of me. He pulled back until just the head remained inside and then he drove forward again. Shit, this kid was brutal and he knew it! His cum was making things slicker now and he began to fuck me harshly. The pain became pleasure as I let this teen have his way with me, the knife handle still pressed against my right buttock, a reminder of who he thought was in control. Now that things were comfortable back there, I returned my attention to Shawn. I took his cock in my hands and finally gave him what he was waiting for. I drew back my lips and went down his entire length. When I felt his pubes against my nose, I closed my mouth around his shaft, tightened my lips and sucked lightly as I slid my mouth back up his rod. He grunted and I felt his cock twitch. I quickly went down on him again, this time keeping the lip pressure on his shaft as I went down. When I had his whole dick down my throat, with my lips wrapped tightly around the base, I flicked his swollen head with my tongue. That was all he needed.
He gasped loudly and thrust his hips up into my face. His cock surged and I felt a blast of salty warmth in the back of my throat. He was thrashing around on the seat and his knees banged against the safety bar, though I doubt he felt it. His cock danced in my mouth, jerking around in spasms as he sprayed his load. I swallowed quickly and it just kept coming. He moaned and pushed my head into his crotch as he continued to twitch and flex. His cum was delicious and I was in total ecstasy.
I guess the sight of his little buddy getting off pushed Scott over the edge. I felt him increase the pace of his thrusting as soon as Shawn had begun to moan. Now he was a jackhammer, ramming his full length into me faster and faster. I felt his sweat against my butt and I reached down between my legs and tickled his balls. That did it!
He practically screamed as he drove himself deep inside me one last time. I felt his cock his grow larger inside of me as he held me tightly against him, all motion ceased. Then I felt his cock jumping up and down against my prostrate as he emptied his hot load into me. He remained motionless as his cock spent itself deep inside of me, each spasm accompanied by a moan or grunt. His fingers were practically ripping my skin he was holding onto me so tightly.
With him still buried inside of me, I straightened up slightly. This new position caused his still hard cock to rest directly against my prostrate and I quickly grabbed my own cock and gave it a few jerks. That was all it took.
With the taste of boy sperm still thick on my tongue, the smell of sweat and sex stagnant in the muggy summer air, and the feeling of this macho stud still buried in my ass, I came. As I did, I moved toward Shawn and let my shots fly in his direction. They showered all over him, some getting him in the face and others on his clothes and on his still exposed and hard dick. He quickly took hold of his cock and jerked frantically for about 30 seconds before he came again, sending yet another huge load all over his clothes. He grabbed my thigh as he came and I melted again. He wanted me to be a part of his orgasm. I felt desire like never before and I needed to see this kid again. Scott, however, had other ideas. His senses had returned to him and he pulled out my ass and quickly pulled up his pants.
"Get dressed. Hurry" he told Shawn.
Shawn looked at me with those beautiful, vulnerable eyes as he pulled his pants up and fastened them. He pulled his legs up sideways onto the seat and climbed out of the car. His legs wobbled and he seemed quite dazed. I was so in love!
"Go! Run, I'll meet you at the fort" Scott commanded Shawn.
Shawn gave one last look at me and then turned and walked away slowly, turning to look back once as he left the ride.
"Run, dummy!" Scott yelled.
Shawn broke into a trot and disappeared around the corner of the snack hut. Scott gave me a shove and with my pants still around my ankles, I fell onto the wooden platform. I heard his running footsteps and turned just in time to get my first and only look at him.
Shawn had said he was bigger but to me it didn't look like by much. Scott had reddish brown hair, short and styled and he had thick legs and a nice butt. He was about 5'9" and probably 140 pounds. That was all I could assess from this quick view, although I was confident that if I ever bumped into him, I would recognize him.
I pulled my pants up and tucked my shirt in. My asshole still throbbed from the reaming it took at Scott's hands. I looked around and decided the ride was clean enough, I was going home. I did stop to wipe off cum off the seat of the Tilt-a-Whirl car, however, and I couldn't help but bring the clear drops on my finger to my mouth for one last taste.
A week later, Shawn appeared in the Tilt-a-Whirl line. He was wearing a black Metallica T-shirt and tight, faded blue jeans that made him look even skinnier than he was. When he got up to the front of the line, I said Hi. He was very shy and seemed very anxious. I didn't waste any time. I grabbed a page from my maintenance notebook and scribbled my phone number. I also wrote "Please call - I want to see you again!"
When I got to the car he was in, I checked his safety bar. I put my hand lightly on his thigh and we made eye contact. I smiled and dropped the note in his lap.
He called the next day and we had a wonderful summer together, often re-enacting our first meeting as well as other dominance situations. I'll never forget the day he finally said "I love you" to me in the midst of our sex. I held him all night until he had to go and sneak back into his bedroom so his parents wouldn't know he had been out. Scott, I heard, got busted for shoplifting and spent the summer doing community service. I never saw him again and Shawn had chosen to stop hanging out with him now that he had me.
I bet nothing like this ever happened to the guys running the Turkish Twist!