Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2000 03:32:31 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Carnie Kid

Carnie Kid
Codes: M/t (anal, oral)
By: Joe Camp
    idc90@hotmail.com


  Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy.
It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story
contains sex between a man and early teen boy. The author does not
encourage or condone sex between adults and children.

  If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already
know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you
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always work out like a story.

  Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in
this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you
want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my
imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any
resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely
coincidental.

  The author retains the copyright of this story.  Placing this story
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Carnie Kid

  I watched as Chad slipped the tank top over his head. There
wasn't a hair on his smooth tanned chest. Of course, how many
13 year-olds have hairy chests? He sat on the edge of the bed,
as he removed his shoes.

  He glanced at me as he pulled down his shorts that were a little
too tight. Just as I had thought. No underwear. The shorts are
tight enough that the lines would have shown if he had had on
briefs. His beautiful cut dick lay limp across his nuts. Yeah, the
shorts were tight enough that I had a good idea what his dick would
look like. There was a very small patch, of very soft looking pubic
hair making a thin half moon around the shaft of his cock. It was
breath taking.

  As he turned to crawl into bed, I got a good look at his bubble
butt. The twin melons were just begging to be squeezed and
massaged. That butt and those firm tanned legs had been driving
me crazy all day. All day I had watched him wiggle that butt,
tempting, teasing. I couldn't help but dream about what those legs
would feel like wrapped around me, as that butt was wrapped
around my dick. Just the thought sent a shiver through me.

  I gave a sigh and willed my dick to stay limp. I had given him my
word. I had promised I wouldn't ask for sex. Oh, that is going to
be a hard promise to keep. It is the first time I have wished the
little trailer had more than one place to sleep. Usually, I can't
wait to get into bed at night with the help. But, I have never hired
a guy as young as Chad before.

  I slipped off my tee shirt and dropped my pants. I left my briefs
on, thinking that would make it easier for me to lay beside that
beautiful naked boy, and not touch him.

  I turned off the light, and slipped into bed beside Chad. I pulled
the sheet over us. I rolled onto my side with my back to him. I
don't know how long I lay there trying to forget he was naked in
bed with me. Trying to forget that all I had to do would be to
reach out, and I would touch him. It had to be several minutes. I
could hear by his breathing that Chad hadn't gone to sleep yet
either.

  We must have been lying there at least a half hour. Chad moved
in the bed, and I almost jumped when I felt his hand on the back
of my naked shoulder.

"Paul," he whispered, "let's do it."

  He didn't have to ask me twice, and I'm sure not going to make
him beg. I rolled onto my back, lifting my butt up as I slipped off
my underwear. Chad switched on the light as I dropped my underwear
beside the bed. Chad was quickly in my arms. He was squirming all
over me. His hard dick rubbing against me.

  His mouth was plying my chest with kisses, as I gently ran my
hands up and down his smooth body. I cupped his butt cheeks
with my hands and sighed. Oh, he is so smooth. The skin so silky.
He is so firm but yielding. I know I should be ashamed. I'm 58
years-old. Chad is only 13. I should be ashamed, but I'm not. I
want him so bad. I need him. Chad knows what he is doing. Oh,
yeah, he knows.

  Chad slid down in the bed as he kissed lower and lower. He
threw a leg across mine, and I could feel his hard dick pressed
tight against me. He gently humped against my leg as his mouth
reached my swollen cock. Low moans were coming from deep
inside him.

  He gave my nuts a couple of licks before he moved to the shaft
of my hard aching rod. His wonderful tongue knows just what to
do. He did it all. A hard firm lap of his tongue up my shaft to the
tender head of my dick.

  His tongue darted out to gently tickle that sensitive spot under
the ridge of my dick-head. Oh, for a second there, I thought it was
all over. Chad is good. He could tell I was about to shoot. He
brought me back down, as he wanted to play some more. He
wasn't ready for it to be over so fast.

  Chad swallowed my whole dick! Just like that. One second, his
mouth was posed over the head of my dick, and the next, his nose
was buried in my nuts, and my dick was all the way down his
throat! I gave a few humps, and he came off my dick leaving it
soaking wet with his slobber.

  He quickly spun around and placed a knee on each side of my
hips. He bent forward and stretched his body out, as he used one
hand to balance himself with, and the other to guide my dick into
his puckered opening. I know I had to be panting as my wet dick
felt the opening of his hole.

  I stayed perfectly still as Chad worked his beautiful body down
onto my hard cock. I couldn't help the moans that escaped from
me. The feel of the young exciting body he is giving me is beyond
description. It must be good for Chad too, as he groaned with
pleasure as he slipped lower and lower.

  It felt as if his ass was sucking in my dick as he lowered his
body. He smiled at me as his firm soft bubble butt came flush with
my groin. I could tell his need was as great as mine, as he started
slowly working his body up and down on my dick. I don't think
sex has ever been this good before.

  I spit into my hand and wrapped it loosely around his hard dick.
The outside of his dick is soft and mushy, with a rigid core. Oh, it
feels so nice in my hand. I just held my hand still, and let the
movement of Chad on my dick do the jacking off. Chad tried to
smile his thanks between grunts, but he was already at that stage
were he was having to grimace.

  His fucking was so good that I had to groan and start bucking
into his wonderful ass. I was so close. I don't see how I had kept
from cuming already. Chad's nuts were tight against him, trying to
draw back up inside his body. I know mine had to be the same
way.

  Chad tensed and gave a high pitched screamed as his cum
pumped out into my hand. His ass was quivering around my cock.
I couldn't stand it! I had to let out my own long hard moan as my
cum fired deep into Chad. I had to buck each shot as deep into
him as I could. He is so good.

  Chad was bent over me, supporting his weight with his locked
elbows. We stayed hooked together with my deflating cock as we
panted and regained our breaths.

  I lifted my handful of Chad's cum to my mouth and licked my
hand clean as Chad smiled down at me. Oh, he tastes good too.
Chad gently lowered himself until he was resting all his weight on
top of me. I don't mind his weight at all. He probably weighs less
than a 120 pounds when he is soaking wet. Not that he is skinny.
No, he's not fat either. His build and weight is just right for his
size. No, I don't think his body could be anymore perfect than it is.

  Chad rested on top of me for a few minutes; maybe as much as 5
minutes. His dick was still hard and poking me in the gut. I rolled
him onto his back and went to work on his tasty dick.

  I licked his dick-head and then my tongue worked down his
short shaft to his yummy nuts. I let my tongue chase them all
around in their sac, before gently sucking them into my mouth.
Gently I rolled them around. Chad was breathing hard. The feel of
them in my mouth as I played with them was new to me. The skin
was so smooth. The eggs smaller. No hair.

  His crotch smelled different. Oh, yeah, he smells like a guy,
but different. A lighter smell, not so heavy, I guess it is a
younger smell. A smell I like.

  I let his nuts slip from my mouth, and started paying attention to
his rod. I gently nibbled around his hard shaft with just my lips. I
could tell from his breathing he likes that.

  I remember how great it felt when he had flicked his tongue at
the tender spot under my dick-head. I copied him and did the
same thing.

  I could tell when he tensed and started whimpering, "Oh, Oh,
Oh" that he was going to cum. I slipped my mouth around his
cock just as the cum started pump out. It is even better straight
from the fountain. Such a mild sweet taste. Of course, there
wasn't much. It was the second time he had cum in just a few
minutes.

  I gently sucked a minute or two expecting Chad to go soft. He
didn't. I decided if I quite stimulating his dick, maybe he would
lose his hard-on and we could get some sleep.

  I came off him and lay back down. I was almost asleep when I
felt his hand feeling me up. OK, so I'm not a kid anymore. I wasn't
hard. When I felt his hand moving to my ass, I made up my mind.

  I'm not much for being a bottom. I don't know, I have just never
gotten much out of it. I figured "what the hell." I rolled over onto
my stomach and spread my legs. Chad was on top of me in
nothing flat.

  His tongue was working the puckered ring of my opening. He
was really slobbering. I don't know where that kid gets all that
juice from. I heard him spitting into his hand, and soon his dick
was poking at me. I wasn't worried about his size. I've had a lot
bigger than his 4 and a half inches.

  I relaxed and he slipped right in. He gave a sigh as he bottomed
out. He squirmed around a little and I had to catch my breath
when his dick hit my prostate. He slowly pulled his dick out and
then slowly pushed back in. I know I shivered as his rod once
again found my prostate and poked at it. Once again he slowly
withdrew. In yet again. His dick found that spot again and I had to
groan as the shivers ran throughout my body.

Chad pulled his dick all the way out and ordered me, "Turn over
on your back."

  I did as he told me, and he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He
forced me into almost a ball, as his dick found its way back into
me. I had to moan as he poked my prostate over and over with his
hard dick. The grunts coming from me were almost a crying sob as
Chad worked back and forth.

  I couldn't do anything about it. My gut tightened so tight that
every nerve in my body felt Chad's cock. I cried out as the climax
sweep through me and my cum was torn from my nuts. It was the
first time in my life I have ever cum without my dick even being
touched. Chad threw back his head and gave a long satisfied moan
as he shot his cum into me.

  We rested as we were, letting our breathing return to normal.
We didn't say anything to the other. We just stayed frozen in time,
until I reached for my tee shirt to wipe my cooling cum from my
body.

  At last. Chad is satisfied. He withdraws, clicks off the light,
and lay close beside me on the bed. He snuggles deep into my arms.
He hugs me tight, and a sigh that sounds like contentment escapes
from him. I can't help myself as I smooth his hair as he lays his
head on my shoulder.

  I'm a little surprised at myself. Usually, I'm not interested in
cuddling after sex. I normally just want to roll over and go to
sleep. But, then again, I've never had sex with someone like Chad
before. It feels good having him lying there against me like that.

  I can tell he is already asleep as he gently shoves his soft cock
against my thigh. For a while there, I was afraid he would never
get enough to where he could lose that hard on. I don't remember
being able to cum like that when I was 13.  Damn, that's been a
lot of years ago.

  I let my mind drift back, as I recalled how this beautiful hot boy
came to be in my bed. Yeah, it was just this morning. No, it is way
after midnight now. It was yesterday morning.

  The Carnival had pulled into town late last night. The yard boss
showed us where to set up the trailers we live in. I pulled in
beside Art and Betty like I always do.

  Their oldest boy Rick helps me set up my booth when I don't
have a helper. My last helper took off just before we left the last
town. He also took off with the day's take. Rick is 15 now, and
man is he a looker. Art and Betty know I'm gay, but they know
Rick is straight as a arrow, and that I would never come on to
him anyway.

  Yeah, Rick is a good kid. A smart ass once in a while, but a
good kid. He likes to bang on the side of my trailer when he
passes by, always hoping it is at just "that" moment. Hell, I
wouldn't ever admit to him if was.

  It only took us 30 minutes to get the booth set up. I own the
concession for the softball toss. Contrary to what some poor
losers say, the game isn't rigged. Those milk bottles can be
knocked down. Oh, sure it is hard, but it can be done.

  I would hire Rick as my helper except for 2 reasons. His folks
need his help with their booth, and I do like someone in my bed to
keep me company after a long day.

  Once the booth was set up, I slipped a few dollars into Rick's
pocket for his help. I then took off in my old pickup to find me a
new helper.

  I have learned that I can usually find someone by going to the
biggest city park. There are usually some bums hanging around
that don't mind an easy job. Sometimes they don't take the job
after the fringe benefits are mentioned, but I can usually spot
those.

  I got to the park and started checking out what was available. I
was trying to imagine what they would look like cleaned up a bit,
and with the stubble scrapped off their faces. I hadn't been there
long when this kid walked up to me.

"Hi, you looking for a date?" He asked.

  Hell. I was flabbergasted. Sure, I have heard about the young
kids that work the parks. I have even seen a few of them. Some as
young as 16 or 17 even. I have even hired a few of them as
helpers. But, this kid couldn't be old enough! He should be at
home sitting in front of the TV watching cartoons.

  He couldn't be much more than 5 feet tall. I'm 6 feet 1 inch tall,
and he is several inches short of even coming up to my chin. The
tan on all of the exposed parts of his beautiful body, said he spent
a lot of time outdoors. Man, was there a lot of skin showing.

  His face is almost like a beautiful young woman's, but it only
takes one glance to know he is a boy. He is so smooth the skin
looks like silk. His lips are full and a little red, with a bit of
a pout look about them. Big brown eyes that do something to you that
I can't even explain. His brown hair is a little ragged, and he could
stand to have a haircut.

  He had on one of those tank tops that doesn't cover up much,
and he had ripped each side of the shirt down to where there is
only a narrow strip of fabric holding the sides together. Yeah,
when he moved, I got a flash of his small nipple.

  He had on tight shorts made out of nylon or something like that,
that clang to his body like a second skin. You could see every
move of the muscles of his tight bubble butt when he made the
slightest movement. In the front, they left little to the imagination.
The backpack like most kids carry now days, was slung over his shoulder, and
didn't distract one bit from his looks. Oh, he knew
how he looked, and he knows what effect he has on men. Oh, yeah, he looked
hot.

"No," I told him, "I looking for someone to help me with some
work."

"What kind of work," he asked. "I'm pretty strong. I can do a lot
of things."

"No," I told him, "this job requires someone older that can move
from town to town. I have a booth at the carnival, and I need
someone that can travel and help me with it."

"I can do that." he informed me. "I can go anywhere I want to.
There is nothing tying me here."

Persistent little bastard, I thought to myself. "No," I said, "it
wouldn't work. Don't you have someplace you have to be
tonight?"

"I aint got a home," he informed me. Those eyes were looking at
me. I can't explain it. They weren't begging. There was no plea
for sympathy. No defiance. Just stating a fact, and looking at me.

  I don't know how he did it to me, but I just gave up. He won. In
my mind, I saw my nights of hot sex gone. He's just a kid. I
couldn't have sex with a kid.

"OK," I told him. "I give up. You might as well know that I am
gay. I have a little trailer, and the guys I hire have to sleep with
me. If you want the job, I'll promise not to molest you or ask you
for sex. I give you a place to sleep, feed you, and you get twenty
percent of whatever we take in for the day. If we take in a
hundred dollars, you get 20 of that. I get 80 to pay the expenses
and for my part. We take in 300, and you get 60."

"I'll take it." he informed me as he stuck out his hand. "It sure as
hell beats trying to sleep under the bridge with those dope heads."

"My name is Paul," I told him as I shook his hand, "what do I call
you?" I couldn't help but notice how small his hand was in mine
as we shook.

"I'm Chad."

  It wasn't until we were back at the carnival that I asked how old
he was. He informed me he is all of 13. I showed him how to
stack the bottles, and where to hit them so they would fall.

  Rick came by the booth as I was working with Chad. I introduced
them, and Rick didn't have a lot to say except, "Picking them a
little young now aren't you?"

"I'm old enough." Chad informed him.

"K, man. Sorry." Rick said before wondering off.

  I taught Chad how to keep up a chatter to draw a crowd, and he
practiced awhile before we went to the trailer for some lunch.

  We just spent the early afternoon resting and watching a little
TV before opening the booth for business. Things are always slow
in the afternoon, but it gave Chad a chance to practice. He started
off a little slow and hesitant, but it didn't take him long to get
into full swing once some people started coming around. Chad is a
born carnie.

  By the time I went to Chuck's food wagon to get us a couple of
hamburgers for supper, Chad was working that crowd like he had
been doing it all his life. By 7:00, we had taken in more money
and given out fewer prizes then normal for a full evening.

  I was watching how Chad did it. He seemed to know by instinct
how to work the men. For some, he would flash his pert butt a
little. Nothing obvious, but I could see it in their eyes. It didn't
matter if they were with a woman or not. Their eyes would follow
his every move as he retrieved the balls, and as he bent over in
those too tight shorts. He could easily distract them as they would
start to throw, just by shifting his hips. A lot more than one man
kept shoving money across the counter just to see Chad pick up the
balls.

  Those that weren't watching his body, he could taunt without
saying a word. The expressions he would put on his face when
they missed, said it all. Yeah, more money came in last night than
I usually take in all week. Chad had a good size crowd around the
booth wanting to give him their money all night long.

  Yeah, he had that effect on me too. I guess it was about 9:00
that I slipped away and came back to the trailer. I couldn't stand
it anymore. I had to jack off. I just dropped my pants and wrapped
my hand around my hard-on. It didn't take more than five or six
quick jerks to have my cum pumping out and easing the pressure
in my nuts. I don't think I was gone more than 20 minuets, and I
don't think Chad even noticed I had been gone until I handed him
the Coke I brought back for him.

  We closed up about 11:30, when all the crowd that was left was
over at the rides. We headed over there, and the guys all let Chad
have free rides since he was now part of the carnival. We stopped
at Chuck's food wagon just before he closed up and got a bite to
eat.

  Chad and I came back to the trailer and counted out the money.
I gave Chad his 20 percent, then slowly counted out an extra
hundred and handed that to him also, telling him he earned it. He
said thanks as he grinned at me and put his money away.

"It's sure a lot easier getting the money out of their pockets
this way than it is by turning tricks." he remarked.

  I watched him strip and crawl into bed. I don't know what the
hell I would have done if he hadn't of wanted sex. I would have
probably gone nuts. Recalling the climax Chad had given me, I
drifted off to sleep.

  I awoke with the sun lighting the little trailer. The movement of
the bed told me what had awoken me. I glanced over at Chad, and
he was slowly working his hard-on with his hand.

"Morning," I said smiling at him.

  He glanced my way as he gave a grunt of acknowledgment as he
slowly worked his hard cock. I just raised my legs to my chest,
and it didn't take Chad but a moment to be lined up behind me.
Just a little of his spit around my opening, and he was started in.

  He rolled me up into a little ball as his dick once again started
poking at my prostate. Oh, shit, here all this years, I had thought I
was a top. Now, at 58, I came to find out I just never had anyone
that knew what they were doing.

  Chad was going faster this morning than he had last night. He
wrapped his hand as far around my hard cock as it would go, and
started jacking me off in time with his thrusts.

  Chad had me whimpering in just moments as his hard rod quickly
fucked inside my hole. He kept jabbing and poking at my prostate.
I didn't have time to recover from the sensations of one thrust,
before another hit. I was shivering, begging for release. Chad's
groans were driving me crazy.

  I couldn't take anymore. I was flopping around as much as I
could in the position Chad had me in. I had no control over my
arms as they flopped around on the bed. My cum was burning its
way out my dick, and splattering onto my chest. Chad gave a hard
high pitched grunt and shoved hard against me as he shot the
juices from his eggs. I felt the first hot splash, but I don't know
how many shots he fired.

  We were still resting with Chad's dick still inside me when there
was a loud, "Bang, Bam, Bam, Bang," running down the side of
the trailer. Chad jerked his dick out of me so fast that if he had
been hard, it would have cut me in two. By the time he realized
the place hadn't exploded, there was a pounding on the door.

  "Hey, Paul, Mom says if you aint going to let Chad sleep this
morning either, you guys are to come on over for breakfast. She
says she don't trust you to feed a kid right. It'll be ready in
about 15 minutes."

"OK, Rick," I called out. "we'll be over."

We quickly got cleaned up with a washcloth at the sink. It was
while Chad was cleaning my butt for me that I decided.

"You going to stay," I asked him.

"Yeah, I think so," he responded.

"OK. Everything is 50 - 50 then." I told him.

He just nodded his head.

Chad fished around in his backpack and pulled out a pair of loose
fitting cargo shorts and a tee shirt. As he was slipping them on, he
noticed the look on my face.

"Those others are just my working clothes." he informed me.
"Will Rick's mother give us any shit about having sex?"

"No," I told him, "they might give us some shit over the noise, but
Betty was only 14 when she had Rick."

I couldn't help but slip my arm around Chad's shoulders as we left
the trailer and headed next door. Yeah, I thought to myself, we
are going to do good. Chad is a natural born carnie kid.

The End

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