"You think that's real?"
"I don't know."
"It's a fake."
"All right. But how'd they do it?"
"Want me to show you?"
"Sure."
"Okay. Follow me and keep quiet."
I followed my roommate as he walked around the side of the carnival tent, checking in all directions to make sure we weren't spotted. As always when I was behind him, my eyes were locked onto his butt.
Tripp and I were both 19, and we shared an apartment together. Although he was straight -- as he said more than once, and as far as I could tell, I'd been in love with him since the day we met. I kept my thoughts to myself, but I think he knew I wanted him. And why not? He was adorable.
He had an open, friendly face. Framed by a luxurious head of silky blond hair that fell to his shoulders -- bleached, I knew, from a dark brown not unlike my own, which showed at the roots. Large black brows over big, smiling brown eyes. A turned-up nose that would as he grew older seem too wide and too large for his face, but which right now I thought was cute as hell. Large, expressive, almost rubbery lips I longed to kiss. (Think Robert Downey Jr.) Behind those lips, even white teeth. Beneath them, a strong chin with a small dimple in the center.
He had a wide (but not too thick) swimmer's neck and broad shoulders. His muscled, hairless chest tapered down to a lean, taut belly and casually masculine hips. Behind and below all this physical glory, attached to symmetrical and athletic thighs, lay a tight pair of rounded, boyish cheeks made firm by swimming.
Although I'd only ever been able to see it clothed in jeans, it was about the most enticingly _f_u_c_k_able butt I'd ever seen. Truth to tell, I wasn't above digging his bikini briefs out of his laundry pile and inhaling deeply of their seat and crotch before putting them on my own body, just to feel I was at least that close to something that touched his private regions, fore and aft. All in all, he was as desirable as any guy I'd ever known.
We were at a carnival that October night, and had wandered down to the Freak Show. As we walked from exhibit to exhibit, Tripp kept nudging me with his elbow whenever we saw something really outrageous. Then we'd giggle softly, trying not to laugh out loud.
The last exhibition had been the Tent of Horrors. Two-headed calves, babies in bottles, that kind of bunk. Real seedy stuff. Most of them could be easily explained, but I couldn't quite figure out how one of them was done. To show me, Tripp crouched down near the ground and slipped his arms through the bottom of the tent. Then he wriggled under until his upper torso had disappeared. As enticing as the sight of his hot ass before me was, I pulled my eyes away from it long enough to scuttle under the tent myself.
Just as our eyes were adjusting to the dim light and Tripp pointed out to me the zipper on the back of the costume, there was a sudden whooshing sound behind us, an immediate SMACK! and a millisecond later a sharp wave of pain exploded in my butt. I yelped in surprise, but before Tripp could react, there was a second WHOOSH! and another SNAP! Now Tripp cried out, too.
In a moment, I felt a strong hand on my ankle and I was being pulled out from under the tent-flap. It happened so quickly I couldn't register everything, but I could see Tripp's body being hauled out at the same time. When we were clear of the tent, we rolled over and looked up.
The man who stood there scowling at us was a tall, muscular young guy of about 26 -- a carny roustabout. He was bare-chested and I could see the powerful muscles that rippled on his arms, chest and belly. He glared at us fiercely from under a shaved head that gave his face a look of ferocity, and my eyes focused on what had obviously just been applied to our asses.
His hand gripped a thin cane, about a foot and a half long and carved so that it became more and more slender toward the end. The switch curved gently, and I knew that the shape of it was what gave its user such agonizing accuracy.
My bottom was still stinging where the man had used his cane to cross both my butt-cheeks at once. I wanted to stand up and rub my sore ass, but one glance from the roustabout stopped me.
"What the hell you boys think you re doin ?," he snarled in a thick Brooklyn accent. "Tryin ta sneak in, huh?"
We were dumb-struck.
With a savage swiftness, the roustabout reached his powerful arm out and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me up and with a single motion laid that cane across my butt again. The pain was immediate and severe.
"Owww!"
"You gonna answer me, or do I tan both your asses right now?"
"Okay, okay!," Tripp whispered. The hand around my wrist did not loosen. "We were trying to see if it was real or not, that's all."
"That's ALL? Don't you geeks know this is our livelihood? You tryin' to make people laugh at us? You wannna shut us down or somethin'?"
"No, sir."
"Please let us go," I wailed. I was scared, and my butt was a mass of screaming nerve-endings.
He studied us both for a moment, then made his decision.
"I guess I won t press charges," he said. "But first you gotta convince me I'm makin' the right decision."
"How do we do that?," Tripp asked. I thought I knew the answer.
An evil smile flickered on his lips for a moment. I saw it, and wondered if Tripp had.
"I'll figger somethin' out," the bald man said evenly. He turned to Tripp and growled in a low and menacing tone of voice. "Crawl over here, asshole."
When Tripp was beside us, the roustabout nodded toward a darkened tent to the right of us.
"You like sneakin' in places, go sneak in there. Go on, get in there. And don't forget, I got your boy-friend's wrist. You make a run for it and I'll break every bone in his hand."
As if to make the point, the fist around my wrist tightened, making me cry out.
"Oww! Oh, _s_h_i_t_! Do what he says, Tripp -- he's not kidding!"
Tripp swallowed, then crawled toward the tent opening. As soon as he got abreast of us, the roustabout pulled back his cane and slashed it once again across my friend s glorious bubble-butt. Tripp squealed and scooted like hell inside the tent.
I couldn't deny that seeing my roommate s hot ass receive a blow like that turned me on. My _c_o_c_k_ was stiffening in my pants as the big bald hunk pulled me inside the tent. When we were inside, he pushed me down and I fell next to Tripp. We exchanged frightened looks as the roustabout stared down at us. Finally he looked into my eyes.
"You look like a nice little _c_o_c_k_sucker. Are you?"
I hesitated. He sliced the air beside his thigh with the cane.
"Yes," I said hurriedly, "I -- I m gay."
"Thought so. Can always tell. Your friend here don t suck _c_o_c_k_, does he?"
"No, sir."
"You wish he would, though, dontcha?"
I could feel Tripp s eyes on me, but I was more afraid of the cane than of my friend's reaction to the truth.
"Yes."
"You want him to _f_u_c_k_ you?"
Now I was acutely embarrassed. I had longed to have my roommate's _c_o_c_k_ up my ass for the last several months.
"Never mind. You do." He turned to Tripp. "What about you, pretty boy? Ever think you d like to plow your friend's asshole?"
"No!"
"Yer lyin', boy."
"I am not."
"Oh, I think you are. Not that I blame ya. He's got a cute little butt on him."
I blushed furiously at the compliment. The _s_e_x_-talk was making my _c_o_c_k_ rock-hard, and I could see the roustabout's own tool jutting out under his jeans. What was more, there was a definite bulge in Tripp's jeans. The thought that maybe he did want to butt-_f_u_c_k_ me made me dizzy. But what did this bald guy have in mind?
"You want to convince me I m makin the right decision not turnin' you boys in? All right. You," he pointed at Tripp. "_f_u_c_k_ your buddy."
Tripp was stunned for a moment. His face reddened and in a moment his anger returned.
"No way, man. Forget it. You can t make me."
"I think I can."
The roustabout moved closer. He drew the cane along Tripp's inner thigh and slid it up to his crotch. Even in the dim light from outside, I could tell my roommate's _c_o_c_k_ was getting stiffer by the minute.
"You tellin me you ain't inclined?"
He grabbed Tripp's hard-on and laughed, a hoarse, barky snarl. He turned back to me.
"You. Take down your buddy's pants."
I hesitated, and received a swift crack of the cane across my ass, causing an immediate flood of fiery pain through my bottom. I moved.
It wasn't that I didn't want to see Tripp in all his naked glory; his _f_u_c_k_ing me had been my favorite fantasy for the last year, as hot in its way as imagining my _d_i_c_k_ up his perfect bottom. But I was acutely aware of how miserable he was. I didn't want to contribute to his discomfort. Besides, if something ever happened between us, I wanted it to be by his choice. On the other hand, my eyes were watering from the pain in my butt, and I _d_a_m_n_ sure didn't want that switch laid across it again. At least, I didn't think I did. I had to admit, though, that the bulge in my pants had grown harder since the cane s last contact with my bottom.
I looked into my friend's dark eyes and murmured, "I'm sorry, Tripp." Then I reached toward the top of his jeans, unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down. His _c_o_c_k_ strained at the fabric of his red bikini briefs. He closed his eyes in humiliation and I slipped his trousers around his knees, then gently removed them from around his ankles.
"Good boy. Now take him over to that bale of hay in the corner."
I held Tripp s hand and squeezed it in solidarity as we walked toward the hay bale. He wouldn't look at me, and I was sorry for him. But not so sorry that the sight of him in his briefs with a hard-on raging inside them didn't make me ache with lust.
"Take his shirt off."
I unbuttoned my roommate s plaid shirt and slipped it down over his arms. The sight of his swimmer s chest, hairless and sculpted and gleaming with sweat, made my _c_o_c_k_ twitch. His nipples stood out, and I wanted to lick them -- to bite them -- to suck on their pointy brown nibs until he moaned.
"See that blanket over there?"
I nodded.
"Lay it out on the hay-bale."
I did.
"Now, you -- straight boy. Lie belly-down across it."
Tripp hesitated, and the roustabout barked threateningly.
"I said do it! NOW!"
Tripp did as he was instructed. His ass was lifted up slightly, and his erection was pressed between his belly and the hay. It was an intoxicating picture. His big swimmer s thighs were spread apart, and his briefs were soaked with sweat; I could see the spreading pool of moisture between his butt-cheeks that outlined his quivering ass. The material was stretched tight across his flesh, accentuating his perfectly curved bottom. I was getting hotter by the minute.
"Stand back, fag-boy," the roustabout ordered me.
I moved back a few steps, and the bald man came to stand a foot or so away from my friend. Tripp's face was turned to the side, his eyes trying to focus on what the big man with the amazing muscles was about to do. I had a pretty good idea, and it was making me so hard it was all I could do not to haul out my _c_o_c_k_ and beat off right then and there.
Sure enough, the roustabout's hand was raised suddenly, and with a savage swiftness and a terrifying whoosh!, the cane slashed across Tripp s brief-enclosed ass. CRACK! The sound exploded in the dark tent, and Tripp immediately yelped in pain. He squirmed on top of the hay-bale in anguish, and I was willing to bet all it did was to make him harder.
The roustabout raised his arm again, and once more the cane descended, landing directly across my roommate s vulnerable bottom. Tripp moaned, and I could see the tears brimming in his eyes as he braced himself for another blow.
This bald guy was obviously a master at corporal punishment; despite the savage slash of his cane, he wasn't hitting Tripp hard enough to draw blood. And he was aiming for the plumpest part of my friend's buttocks, the area that could most easily absorb the blows without damage.
After two more well-aimed slashes, Tripp lay heaving on the bale, and the roustabout stepped back and looked at me.
"All right, _c_o_c_k_sucker," he purred gruffly. "Take down his underpants."
I knelt beside my friend and whispered my apologies. Tripp's eyes had tears in them, and his muscles were tensed.
"Lift up," I whispered. "I'll try not to hurt you."
There was a moment of hesitation, and I guessed that my friend was afraid of showing us his _c_o_c_k_, which I also surmised was as hard as my own. Finally, Tripp relaxed and pushed his butt up off the hay. I slipped my trembling fingers under the elastic band and gently peeled the briefs off his hips. It was the moment I d been praying for since the day we met, and I wasn't disappointed.
As the cloth slowly fell away, Tripp s magnificent ass was revealed in all its athletic perfection. To add to my intoxication, there was now a series of angry red welts criss-crossed over his pale, silky-haired bubble-butt. I'm pretty sure I gasped as his firm young bottom was uncovered.
Finally, when I'd managed to slip the seat of the briefs down below my friend's white/scarlet butt-cheeks, the roustabout spoke again.
"Stand up, straight-boy."
Tripp hauled his body off the hay-bale, and as he rose I could see his big erection straining against the cloth of his underpants where they still hung over his crotch. Thick wisps of dark pubic hair lay above the waist-band. When he stood before us, his face glowed red with embarrassment. The roustabout snarled again, this time at me.
"Now take them all the way off."
I knelt once more and looked up at my friend. His eyes were clamped together in shame. I reached up and gently pulled his _c_o_c_k_ out of his briefs. Another moment I had dreamed of, and once more, there were no complaints at the sight that greeted me. The _c_o_c_k_-head was pointed like a spear, and the well-formed shaft lifted up at an angle toward his belly. As I slid his briefs the rest of the way down his thighs, the full glory of his thick black bush came into view, followed by his fat, hairless balls, tight against his skin.
When the briefs were around his ankles, I stood again. Tripp kicked the underpants off his feet and stood, naked and vulnerable, his _c_o_c_k_ throbbing and pulsing against his belly.
"Okay, faggot," the roustabout growled at me. "Take off your clothes." He turned to Tripp. "While he's doin that, you take that blanket and lay it on the ground."
My hands were shaking, but I pulled off my shirt, slipped off my shoes and unzipped my trousers as quickly as I could. Tripp, meanwhile, had retrieved the blanket and was laying it on the tent-floor. My _c_o_c_k_ strained hard against my cotton briefs, and I could feel a warm spot of pre-cum spreading across the fabric. Tripp was done with his task and I was just about to lower my shorts when the roustabout spoke again.
"Let your buddy do that," he laughed.
I looked at Tripp, apologizing silently. He came to me, his hands trembling, and hooked his fingers under the waist-band. He looked up at me as he lowered them down my ass and over my now rod-stiff _d_i_c_k_.
"Take hold of his _c_o_c_k_, straight boy."
Tripp hesitated and the roustabout cracked the switch against his thigh. I closed my eyes as Tripp's fingers closed around my pulsating shaft. He knelt before me, and when I opened my eyes again I saw that there was something in my friend's face besides fear and humiliation. He was staring rapt at my _c_o_c_k_, which throbbed uncontrollably in his fist.
"Get up, stud," the roustabout barked.
Tripp rose and we stood silently, side by side, our _c_o_c_k_s hard and our faces red with embarrassment.
"Lay down on that blanket, queer-boy.
I lay on my back, the thick bristly wool of the blanket tickling my bottom. Behind me I saw the roustabout unveiling an enormous, free-standing mirror. I could see myself, naked, hard and waiting.
"Spread those legs apart."
I did so, and the sight of my thighs opening in the mirror to reveal my tight little anus made my _c_o_c_k_ twitch.
"All right, stud. Kneel down between his thighs."
Now Tripp was over me, his _d_i_c_k_ waving and pulsing. In the mirror, I could see his fabulous butt, the cheeks parted delectably, his little tight asshole winking, his full balls swinging hypnotically below. The streaks of hot red across his cheeks emphasized the alabaster of his perfect bottom. My butthole spasmed as I dared hope that the moment I d dreamed of for so long was finally here.
The roustabout tossed a tube of lubricant, which landed on my belly. Without a word, I squirted a healthy gob of onto my fingers and slipped them between my legs. I poked my index finger into my ass began to spread the lube up my clutching butthole, adding a second finger and a third. Tripp was staring wide-eyed as I finger-_f_u_c_k_ed myself, and his _d_i_c_k_ grew even harder. I handed him the lubricant, and he slathered it over his _c_o_c_k_-shaft.
"Now _f_u_c_k_ him."
Tripp looked at me, hesitating. I nodded, my eyes glinting with encouragement and lust. He moved forward, his arms reaching for my sides. When he was in position, I took hold of his shaft and guided his _c_o_c_k_ toward my waiting hole. When the head tickled my wrinkled pucker, I pushed it gently inward. My ass-lips parted and the tip of Tripp s _c_o_c_k_ slowly slipped inside my wet, dilated hole. When the head was firmly embedded, I squeezed down hard on it with my sphincter, and Tripp gasped. I grinned at him.
"Feel good?," I whispered.
He nodded his head, slightly dazed. I placed my arms around his waist, and he gripped my sides tightly. I relaxed my butt-lips again.
"Come on, Tripp," I whispered urgently. "Push it in!"
He moved his body forward, and his _c_o_c_k_ sank up my hole. I lay back and closed my eyes in joy. The moment was perfect; he was inside me, his _d_i_c_k_ deep in my ass. I heard him sigh deeply, and his body fell forward, dropping onto me. My hands cupped his perfect bottom and he wriggled slightly inside me; I felt his _c_o_c_k_ pushing against my prostate, and my _d_i_c_k_ twitched. This time it was me who gasped.
"_f_u_c_k_ him!"
I opened my eyes and saw the roustabout above me. He had removed his pants and was stroking a massive hard-on. He stared down at us, his eyes glazing.
"_f_u_c_k_ him hard, straight-boy," he rasped.
Tripp didn't need encouragement; he was now lost in his own world of unexpected sensuality, and he began to _f_u_c_k_ me with abandon. His _c_o_c_k_ pulsated inside me, pistoning upward, then back. Grazing my prostate and sending shivers of delight through my butt and out the head of my dribbling _d_i_c_k_. Sliding out until only the head was gripped by my hungry asshole, which spasmed on the crown of his _c_o_c_k_-head, making him moan with ecstasy as he slammed back inside me.
I pushed my hips up to match his rhythms, shoving my ass backward to meet each thrust of his hardy prong. The rough weave of the blanket scraped across my sore bottom, a scratchy, slightly painful sensation that added even more pleasure to what was happening to me as Tripp's shaft impaled my twitching butthole.
My hands still clutched at Tripp s perfect butt, and every now and then I'd give him a sharp smack of my palm across his ass-cheeks, which caused him to grunt and _f_u_c_k_ me even harder. His hairless balls slapped against my sweaty butt-cheeks, and suddenly his mouth covered mine and he kissed me hard, pressing his tongue between my willing lips. I closed my eyes and kissed him deeply.
When I opened my eyes again, I was mesmerized by the sight of our lovemaking reflected in the mirror behind us. I stared in lustful appreciation as Tripp _f_u_c_k_ed me, his butt-cheeks parting and then clamping together as he moved his hips. When his _c_o_c_k_ slid partway out, I could see it emerging from my rectum and when he thrust it back in I watched in fascination as its length disappeared up my humping rear.
I wrapped my thighs around his back. My fingers were still greasy from the lube, and I pried his cheeks apart, slipping my index finger between them. As he _f_u_c_k_ed me with increasing fury, I traced his velvet pucker. I pushed forward gently, and when I slipped inside his rectum, he let out a groan of sheer pleasure and thrust up hard, once more making contact with my prostate.
In a moment I was cumming, the hot lava splashing between our bellies. I gripped Tripp's butt with urgency, and shoved my finger as far as I could up his clutching hole, massaging his prostate. When my orgasm was done my finger slid out until just the tip of it rested inside Tripp s butthole. But just as I regained my senses and began to push it back up his hot boy-cunt, I felt a spurt of warm fluid on my cheek. I immediately opened my eyes again to see the roustabout, his hand a blur over his massive _c_o_c_k_, as it exploded above me, flying against my face and drizzling down into the golden silk of my roommate s hair. His eyes were clamped tight, a look of unbearable pleasure on his face. He had just figured out where his prostate was.
Tripp s voice suddenly distracted me from watching the horny bald stud beat off.
"Shove your finger up my butt again," Tripp gasped. "Quick!"
I did as he commanded, and his body tensed. His sphincter gripped my finger like a vise as I massaged his prostate, and his _c_o_c_k_ slammed one last time, hard, up my asshole. He moaned loudly, and I felt his _d_i_c_k_ spray a geyser of hot cum up my butt. His hands clutched at me for dear life, and he smashed his mouth onto mine, his body shuddering in convulsive delight as he shot his load inside me.
When he was done, he lay panting on top of me, and I tickled his prostate again. He gasped, and his butthole clamped down tight on my finger. When it relaxed, I gently slipped out of his rectum and placed my sweating palms on his ass-cheeks again. I squeezed them softly, making him wriggle his _c_o_c_k_ around in my butt.
I lay, light-headed and happy as he kissed my throat. He was still rammed up inside me, but I could feel his _c_o_c_k_ softening. After a few moments, I could feel it pulling out, my asshole spasming on it, milking its last drops. Finally it slipped out with a tiny plop.
Tripp looked deeply into my eyes. There was surprise and gratitude in his voice.
"Man, you re fantastic."
"You're not so bad yourself," I smiled.
He stared into my eyes, his face radiant.
"No, I mean -- you -- _d_a_m_n_, you're the best _f_u_c_k_ I ever had."
I was stunned.
"Better than any of your girl-friends?"
He nodded.
"I never came so hard before. Not with any girl."
He pressed his lips onto mine and we kissed.
Behind me I heard a groan, and suddenly remembered the roustabout. We were so caught up in Tripp's new passion that we'd completely forgotten about the hot stud who'd made it all possible.
"Hey, man," Tripp called out, grinning. "Did we convince you not to press charges?"
"Yeah," the bald man rasped. "But you might have to come back from time to time, just to make prove to me that I made the right decision. Say tomorrow night?"
I felt Tripp s _c_o_c_k_ stir against my thigh.
"I don t think we need to wait THAT long," he laughed.
Before I knew it, the roustabout was trailing the end of his cane along the contours of my ass. His massive prong had lifted up again, and I felt an electric charge in my bottom as the cane traced across it.
"This time," the roustabout leered at Tripp, "you change places with your little friend."
Tripp was nervous, but he nodded happily. His _c_o_c_k_ was stiffening rapidly, and I felt my own _d_i_c_k_ start to harden up.
"You ready?," Tripp asked, smiling at me. Then he laughed and stroked my now-throbbing _c_o_c_k_. "Stupid question, huh?"
Was I ever ready ...