shorts.

It all started to sink in. I was overcome and exhausted. I had just been fucked up the ass by some hairy carnival worker. I could explain how it happened, but I couldn’t explain why I liked it so much.

“That was a perfect fuck farm boy. Now let’s get you put back together before your friends become worried.” We fumbled through putting our clothes back on in the dark. My cum drenched compression shorts, sore tits, scratched neck and over stretched asshole souvenirs of my first fuck.

“I don’t know your name, but thanks”.

“You don’t need to, but I’m here all week if you want to come for another free ride. There’s more I can show you farm boy.” With that he opened a door to the outside in back of the ride and I stumbled out, unable to walk right. My painful asshole dripping another man’s cum. We both knew I’d be back.

Out in front, the trio of Michelle, Christy and Benji were waiting for me. “What happened? Where’d you go?” they asked.

“I guess I took a wrong turn and got lost.”

“You were right. That was a dumb ride. Let’s go back and get those cookies. Are you OK? You’re walking funny.”

“I think I twisted my knee of something. I’ll be OK. I kind of liked the ride,” I said with a newfound grin.

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