The Carnival Worker - Part 2 (Patreon)

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I stopped dead. Was it a joke? I knew that the carnival workers had a strange sense of humour, and I'd often hear them joke about girls and sex, but they were the toughest guys I had ever known, so to hear Daryl joke about that made me think it was some kind of trap.

"Uh... No... I mean... I don't mean that in a... I just mean".

He laughed and followed me down the dark hallway. Both my parents were in the living room right on the other side of the wall.

"You're funny" he told me, "why are you nervous?"

God damn, he was hot.

Daryl stood inches from me now. The soft scent of sweat lingered around us from his day's work, and suddenly I forgot how to speak. He stared down at me, his dark brown eyes gazing, before he grinned again.

"Show me your room, will you?"

The question took me off guard. I was a pretty private person, and I couldn't remember the last person who I'd allowed into my bedroom, but something about the way Daryl spoke made me think that there was more to his request than just a tour.

Somewhat reluctantly, I agreed, and he followed me up the stairs.

"This is a real nice house you've got" he said as we walked, "I bet your folks are rich".

"I uh... I don't think so" I told him, "this was my grandparents place, first".

"My grandparents are over in their trailer" he laughed as we reached my room.

I don't know why I was so nervous, but my heart raced in my chest as I pushed open the door and Daryl stepped inside.

He looked around, his eyes scanning everything until they landed on my desk. He walked over to it whilst I stood like a statue in the corner, and picked up a book.

"You read?" He asked, flipping it over in his hand.

"Uh... No" I lied, because that sounded more masculine.

"You've got an awful lot of books for someone who don't read" he laughed, and dropped it back onto the desk.

"Do your folks know you're gay?"

It felt like I'd been punched in the gut. My mouth fell open, my eyes widened and I shook my head.

"I... I'm not gay" I laughed, but it wasn't a laugh, it was more of a forced noise, "why would you think that?"

He continued looking around my room and shrugged.

"I meet thousands of people every day" he said, running his finger across a poster on the wall, "I know a gay when I see one".

"I'm not a gay!" I snapped, briefly forgetting that this guy could quite easily kill me.

"So if I took my dick out you wouldn't suck it?" He asked, reaching my laundry basket, but still not looking at me.

I was glad he wasn't looking at me. I could feel my cheeks burn, and I was sure that he'd be able to hear my heart explode.

"Of course not!" I lied, "I have a girlfriend".

"What's her name?"

Fuck! His question threw me. I stumbled and stammered over my words, before coughing "Jennifer".

"Does Jennifer know you're gay?"

"I... I"

"Does Jennifer exist?"

"Yeah... I... She... I–"

"Are you gay?"

"Yes!"

I don't know why, but it felt both terrifying and relieving to have finally said it, but I knew that this guy was the last person I should have told. If I made it out of this bedroom without two black eyes and a broken nose, I'd be doing well.

I stared at his back, my body beginning to tremble as a bead of sweat rolled down my face. Why the fuck did I have to come out to a guy who would kill me for it?

Daryl turned around a moment later, but I couldn't see the lower half of his face. He held something in his hand, inhaling it as he looked at me, before throwing it toward me. I caught the fabric, and realised he'd just been sniffing my underwear.

"There's another two days in those" he smirked, and jumped onto his back on my bed.

I stood in shock.

"Have you kissed a guy?" He asked, kicking his dirty sneakers onto the floor to reveal his white socks.

"Um... I uh... No".

"Sucked a dick?"

I cringed, but shook my head.

"Want to?"

This had to be a joke. There was no way that this perfect specimen was really making me an offer. Perhaps it was some sort of initiation for him. Go and beat up a gay kid before we let you join the carnival.

I shook again.

Daryl looked over at me, his eyes locking onto mine as he unbuttoned his jeans.

"My parents" I said, unable to form any other words.

"What about them?" He asked, unzipping.

"They... They're downstairs".

"And we're not" he smiled, shimmying his jeans down his legs to reveal a pair of black briefs. "I had a shower this morning" he continued as I stared at him in awe, "I know what you townies are like about hygiene".

"Townies?"

"People outside the carnival"

"Oh".

I was too dumbfounded to do anything but stare at him. Every inch of him was perfect, but I still couldn't believe that he was genuine.

"It ain't gonna suck itself" Daryl grinned, and slowly, almost purposely slow, he slid his briefs down his tanned legs and revealed his plump cock which lay coiled in a bed of black pubic hair.

I could feel my own cock began to stiffen in my pants. The entire scene was unbelievable, yet it was happening, right on my bed.

Daryl fingered his pole into his palm and began stroking it as he lay back on my pillow with one arm around his head. His armpit was also hairy, and clearly slick with fresh sweat, but rather than turning me off, the young man was making me ravenous.

"You don't have to" he said, "if you don't want to".

"I do"

He closed his eyes and joined his other hand around his head, leaving his semi-erect cock to slap against his firm stomach.

"Go ahead, then".

It wasn't even nervousness that I was feeling. It was complete astonishment. Butterflies turned to crows in my stomach, but slowly I approached him, and sat on the end of the bed.

He opened one eye, glanced down at me and laughed.

"It's not gonna bite you, y'know?" He said, "you're the one with the teeth".

I took a breath. Holy shit I was scared.

It felt weird, awkward and embarrassing all at the same time, yet it also felt fucking amazing as I crawled closer to the beautiful member that lay against his six pack.

I'd never even seen another dick until the shower incident the other night, and now I was closing my hand around one and feeling the warm pulse beneath the flesh. I was hard as a nail.

It twitched as I stroked. All I knew was that I liked to squeeze my own when I jerked off, so that's exactly what I did.

He was uncut, so his skin came back over the head to reveal a large, pink helmet. The top was wet, and when I squeezed again, a bead of clear fluid spilled from the slit and trailed down my knuckles.

It was a lot bigger than mine, in both length and width, to the point that I couldn't even close my hand fully around it. All I could do was stare as I jerked him off.

"Put it in your mouth" he whispered, and how could I say no?

I swallowed a lump, leaned forward and felt his wet glans push between my lips and slide along my tongue. Christ, he tasted good.

His breathing became a little faster, and so did mine. I guess I didn't really need to have experience, it seemed quite simply. Suck.

So I sucked, and I sucked, and I sucked some more, and Daryl's hand found the back of my head and helped me along.

Despite his rough and ready demeanour, he was quite gentle. He didn't force my head down, though he didn't let me up too easily either. He slowly worked my throat, even when I gagged, but his fingers caressed my hair all the while.

My cock strained against my bed, so I moved it back and forth as I sucked my first dick. My mouth was constantly filled with his pre-cum, and I constantly swallowed it down. It tasted wonderful. He tasted wonderful.

It slid into my throat again, making me gag a bit harder, but he kept me there, spreading my throat muscles apart to accommodate his juicy prick. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care. This was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and for every second I choked on his cock, my own one got closer to exploding.

"Faster" he moaned, and began bouncing my head up and down his wet shaft.

The noises that came from my mouth didn't sound normal, but I wasn't sure what a blowjob was supposed to sound like. It was wet, and squelching, so perhaps it was normal.

I was painfully close to cumming in my underwear, but Daryl kept me busy. He pulled his long rod from my throat and took his heavy balls in his hand.

"Suck em' and lick em'" he instructed, and just like an obedient boy, I did exactly as I was told.

They tasted saltier than his cock did, but in the best possible way. I sucked them into my mouth, enjoying the flavours as Daryl wanked his big cock against my cheek.

I could feel his pre-cum pour down onto my face, drooling across my skin as I slurped on his nuts. One more pump from me and I was going to cum.

"Alright, back in" he said breathlessly, "I'm gonna nut in your mouth, alright?"

I couldn't have asked for anything more.

Daryl's cock pushed back into my throat and I sucked like my life depended on it. His strong hips began to thrust deeper into me, making me gag yet again, but I kept myself impaled on his perfect tool.

"Fuck yeah" he groaned, "oh fuck yeah".

His hand closed around the back of my head, holding me still whilst his cock burst into my throat. I felt the thick sperm splashing against my tongue and pouring into my stomach, and I couldn't hold off anymore.

As Daryl unloaded into my throat, I unloaded into my briefs. I moaned and gasped, bucked and shivered, and he did the same.

The taste was delicious. I felt more of it spill out onto my tongue and I kept it in my mouth, savouring it as my briefs became drenched in cum.

Finally, his long meat softened in my mouth and I sucked out the remaining cum, gulping it down hungrily.

We lay in silence for a moment, with only the sound of our heavy breathing in the room, as Daryl's cock twitched its last twitch, right next to my face.

"Did you cum in your undies?" He sniggered, and I was too exhausted to do anything else but nod.

"Gimme them" he said, "it gets lonely in the trailer".

I watched him stand up and pull back on his underwear and jeans. He walked around the bed, pulled down my trousers and flipped me onto my back.

"That was good for your first time" he smiled, mindlessly stripping me naked, "you'll be a pro by the time I leave".

He yanked off my cum soaked briefs and stared down at my flaccid, sensitive cock.

"Maybe" he grinned, taking it between his fingers and making me gasp. "I'll return the favour sometime".

Daryl slipped back into his shoes and stuffed my underwear into his pocket.

"See you tomorrow" he nodded, saluting me as he left.

"Yes you will" I smiled to myself, "yes, you will".