A change of Luck

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.