Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2003 03:53:14 -0500
From: jamieanderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: The Fair

                            The Disclaimer

Yup, this is the bit that nobody bothers to read as they are all in
too much of a hurry to get to the 'good bits'. One time I think I'll
write a really juicy sex scene, put it in this section and catch them
all out.

OK, if you are underage, homophobic or live somewhere that is still in
the Dark Ages, you really shouldn't be reading this story. But as you
most obviously are reading it, what can I do to stop you? As for the
rest of you, I suppose that you can read on, too.

                              The Fair

At last the term was finished and Peter was freed from the endless
boredom of school. No more sitting looking at the wonderful summer
weather through the classroom windows. Even better, was the prospect
of no more school ever! He had just had his sixteenth birthday so he
was able to leave school and get a job.

But the icing on the cake was the Fair; it had just arrived in town
and set up shop on a piece of disused land near his home. Peter dashed
home, not even glancing back at the building that had been his daily
grind for the last eleven years. Once home, his evening meal was
gobbled down in record time then he shot upstairs, showered and
changed into just a T-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts.

Although his image was reflected in his full-length mirror, he paid it
little heed. Peter had no idea of his own good looks. However, if he
had taken the time to study the reflection, he would have seen that of
a pretty, slim boy who looked a lot less than his sixteen years. He
had been about the last to 'develop' in his class and in fact he was
still going through the pubertal growth spurt.

He inevitably looked great no matter what he wore. Why even in his
present get-up, he looked good enough to eat. His light blue eyes
shone with an air of innocence that was far from true and his red
hair, which always marked him out in a crowd, was the perfect
compliment to his freckled cheeks and slightly turned up nose. But
Peter, as always, never noticed this; he was in too great a hurry to
get to the Fair. Its gaudy lights and garish music held far more
interest for him than standing admiring his likeness.

Meanwhile, at the Fair, Steve was opening the Dodgems. He liked
running this particular ride, as it tended to attract young males.
Usually they were far too distracted by the fun of driving a car, or
impressing their girls, to notice Steve giving them more of his
attention than was really justifiable. Occasionally he scored, not as
much as the straight lads did with the girls, but enough to keep him
contented. They operated on the 'free rides for free rides' principle
and many a young lass found herself to be in 'an interesting
situation' after reciprocating the generosity of the Fairground
workers. As the Fair moved on after a couple of weeks or so, this
condition was usually discovered far too late for any retribution.

However, as Steve much preferred boys, this particular headache was
never his. At the age of twenty-five, Steve was on top of the world,
footloose and fancy-free, never tied down to one boy; and he was also
part owner of the Fair, which was a family business. Cancer had taken
his father at an early age and he had hardly known his mother as she
had died during the birth of his younger brother Greg. His brother was
the other part owner; with a 49% stake, while Steve had the lion's
share at 51%.

While Steve enjoyed running the show, his brother found it a bit
tedious. However, a compromise had been struck some time back and Greg
was now in charge of the advanced publicity unit. He found the
locations, got all the permissions required, set up the links with the
utilities, then printed the posters and distributed them, along with
some complimentary tickets. In this task, two young ladies competently
assisted him. Steve never did work out how his brother kept two
females happy in the same bed, but it amused him to speculate what
went on there.

In any event, the two brothers only met about once every few weeks
when the Fair moved. Greg came and did his share of the dismantling,
loading onto the trucks, driving it to the next location and setting
it all up again. As soon as this was done, he and his girls were off
again.

The uniform of the workers was a black T-shirt bearing the company
logo which was a stylised jester in flashy colours, a pair of black
pants and a radio headset. In most cases the pants were jeans, however
Steve's pants were made of black leather and these fitted him like a
second skin. As Steve was a 'big boy' this caused a quite noticeable
bulge in the crotch of the pants. Steve was a great believer in the
saying, 'It pays to advertise'. Sitting in the control booth, with his
legs spread widely, he was often amused by the attention his crotch
got from apparently straight lads. Some of these hung around until
closing time just so they could find out if it was all real. If Steve
fancied them, then they got to know the truth, although this tended to
make them sit rather uncomfortably for a few days.

Steve's duties for the evening were quite light. He sold the tokens,
he sounded the klaxon and when the rink was clear he pressed the
button that started the timer. This controlled the power to the cars,
and limited the length of the session. Early in the evening the timer
was set for five minutes however as things got busier the timer
setting would gradually be reduced to three minutes.

By this time Peter had arrived and was wandering around seeing what
there was to squander his pocket money on. The stands, with their slot
machines, bingo and other games of chance, held no interest for him.
Neither, for that matter, did the shooting galleries or coconut shies.
He was interested in the Rides! These came in many forms; there was a
surprisingly large Ferris Wheel, a boat thing that managed to loop the
loop, an Octopus which went round and round and up and down and
quickly made you sick, a rather tame looking Carousel, a Ghost train,
a very compact little Roller Coaster and last, but by no means least,
a Dodgem Car rink.

He narrowly missed the start of the Dodgems so his first ride was the
Ferris Wheel and, from the top of it, he could just see the roof of
his house. The Ghost Train was not really very scary, but it did last
quite a long time as the track zigzagged, using every available inch
of the darkened enclosure. He avoided the Octopus as he had just had
his evening meal and had no wish to review it. The Carousel might have
amused him a few years ago, but now, at the advanced age of sixteen,
it was kid's stuff.

The Roller Coaster was next, each car held only four people and he
shared the front seat with another boy. After he got off, he made a
promise to himself to ride it again later and hopefully manage to keep
his eyes open.

While Peter was having fun, Steve's headset was crackling with
messages. Most of these were just chatter, but two of the calls had
been minor emergencies. Three teenage boys were making a bit of a
nuisance of themselves and had collected a warning each time. Under
the Fair's rules, any more trouble from them and they would be booted
out.

A sign at the Dodgems informed Peter that he must first buy tokens
from the booth and then insert them in a slot in the car. There was no
line at the booth so he stepped straight up to the window, and right
there it happened! The young man who was sitting behind the counter
made eye contact with him. As a child, he had once managed to open up
an electrical outlet and give himself a shock. Although this time
there was no pain, the jolt to his brain was almost as severe. The
eyes that held his gaze so firmly were green, not a wishy-washy green,
but a startlingly bright green.

Peter was paralysed. He was having trouble even thinking clearly. In
the past he had found some males attracted him. He had no idea why
they seemed so fascinating, he just wanted to look at them, and maybe
perhaps make some sort of physical contact with them. On a couple of
occasions, he had managed to have a wrestling match and, although he
inevitably lost, he found it to be, well, er, very stimulating.

The man smiled at him and this did nothing to alleviate Peter's
condition. Eventually he pushed a stack of tokens across the counter
to the boy. Peter watched as the money was taken from his nerveless
fingers. Gradually he recovered enough control to pick up the tokens.
The man broke the eye contact and Peter was now free to look at him
briefly. He had jet-black hair and olive coloured skin. His form-
fitting T-shirt covered a most masculine chest, which tapered down to
an unexpectedly narrow waist. The effect of looking at the black
leather pants and the bulge in the crotch was again a bit like playing
around with an electrical outlet.

"If you want to get a car, you had better move now as the session is
just about to end," the man said.

Peter, flushed with embarrassment, turned and all but fled round the
edge of the rink. But soon he was sitting in a car enjoying himself,
driving like a homicidal maniac.

Steve watched the boy with some amusement. The old five-megawatt smile
had worked amazingly well on the lad. True, he was a little on the
young side for Steve's tastes, but an exception might be made in his
case, on account of his innocent beauty. Did those baggy shorts cover
a pert little bum, and was there a cute little ginger bush hidden in
there, too? Steve daydreamed about feeling the boy's buns pressed into
his crotch as he rogered the lad. Eventually this had an effect just
below Steve's waist and, given the limited elasticity of leather, he
soon had to move his thoughts on to matters more mundane.

Somewhere around this point three others came on the scene. They
attended the same school as Peter, but they were a year behind him.
The leader of this trio was a lad by the name of Angus MacSpirtle, a
large and loutish boy, with a tendency to run to fat. Currently he was
at the spotty stage of puberty and in his case it could truthfully be
described as 'sub terminal acne'. As his looks endeared him to no one
but his parents, and his personality matched his looks, he had found
his niche as the school bully.

He had discovered very early on in this career that operating solo
could be a painful experience. As a result, everywhere he went he was
accompanied by the twins, as lacklustre a pair of lackeys as any bully
could wish for. Their functions were to hold the victim while Angus
did the hitting, and to bear witness to the 'fact' that Angus never
laid a finger on anyone.

However, Angus received much greater protection from his father,
Alderman MacSpirtle, a man who had a finger in every pie. Not only was
he an Alderman, he also sat on the Education Committee, the Police
Commission and the County Planning Board. Needless to say he was also
a member of that rather secretive society that uses clandestine
handshakes in public but roll up their trouser legs in private, if you
follow my drift. So the rules were, Angus could get into as much shit
as he liked, but when his father inevitably pulled him out of it he
always came up smelling of roses, even when he was caught thieving
from shops.

Angus bought a large stack of tokens and split them three ways. When
the current session ended, each boy grabbed a car and, as Peter was
the only person on the rink that they knew, they proceeded to aim
their vehicles at his. After the third session of being picked on,
Peter ran out of tokens and got out of his car. Steve had not missed
any of the action and a sly grin slipped across his face.

"In for a penny, in for a pound; it's lust that makes the world go
round," he murmured to himself.

So just as Peter walked by the booth, he heard a voice call out, "Hey
kid! - Yes you Ginger. - Come here."

Peter responded to his nickname automatically and turned to face the
booth. The green eyes once more did their trick and again he was
rooted to the spot.

"If you hit the other car fairly hard just in front of the circle with
its number on it, you can usually dislodge the token and the car will
stop. Car six, a blue one, is just a bit faster than the rest as it
has a new motor, so try to get it," said the owner of the eyes.

"Thanks mister, but I've used up all my pocket money." said Peter,
slightly amazed that his voice still worked.

"No matter, the cars run on tokens and you have plenty of them," said
Steve, sliding a stack of them across the counter.

"Gee, thanks mister!" said Peter, unable to believe his luck, and
being too naive to suspect any ulterior motive.

"That's OK and my name is Steve. What's yours?"

"Peter," said the boy, scooping up the tokens.

"Go, have some fun, Peter."

As the boy turned his back to the booth and Steve got a nice long look
at his rear. On the back of his head the red hair changed colour just
where it dipped into a V shape as it left his head and started down
the back of his neck. There it became a lot lighter and almost
transparent. Steve found this view quite a turn-on. This is not as
surprising as it might at first seem, if you consider how many times
this had been the view Steve had of his partner just as things came to
a sexual climax.

The cars slowed to a stop and Peter made a dash for car six. His luck
was in, its occupants had decided to leave. Steve had told him the
truth, this car definitely had the edge on the rest of the field and
soon he found the car driven by Angus in his sights. As the rotund
youth had not noticed Peter's return to the rink, driving a different
coloured car, he was caught off guard. Almost at full speed Peter hit
his target absolutely spot on.

What happened over the next few seconds would remain etched in Peter's
memory for the rest of his life. The way the other car looked like it
might topple. The expression of pure terror as Angus was thrown across
the car and smashed against the padded interior wall. But best of all
was the look of total frustration when Angus recovered and futilely
banged the foot pedal unable to restart his car.

As Peter had been ready for the impact he had braced himself against
the wheel and was not harmed. Almost immediately he set off after one
of the twins. Again the change of car allowed his victim to be caught
unawares and with equal satisfaction, at least from Peter's point of
view, the second car was put out of action. The other twin was a
little more difficult to catch, but given the fact that his friends
were unable to help him, Peter soon finished him off.

About this point an evil grin crossed Steve's face, he reached out and
reset the timer, thus extending the session. Eventually, fed up with
being stranded in their useless cars, Angus and the twins each had to
use up another token. As soon as that happened Steve thumbed the big
red button on his console.  This killed the traction power, abruptly
bringing the session to its belated end.

Fuming, the trio each had to use yet another token in order to partake
in the next session. In this manner Peter, unknowingly assisted by
Steve, soon caused the trio to run through all the tokens they
possessed. As a particularly long session ended, they left their cars
and converged on car six.

Seeing this Steve activated the microphone on his radio headset and
said, "Dodgems! A fight has started!"

As if from nowhere, burly figures in black appeared. They raced
towards car six and grabbed everyone.

Steve again pressed the button and said into his microphone, "Leave
the red headed kid, they jumped him."

The man holding Peter immediately released him, allowing the boy to
return to his car. The man cocked his head on one side as he listened
to further instructions, looked at the control booth and gave Steve a
very dirty grin, then ran off in that direction. A moment or so later
Steve arrived.

"OK, you three, that was your last chance, now you are banned from the
Fair! Chuck them out and, if they come back, chuck them out a bit
harder," he ordered, his green eyes no longer twinkled, they blazed!

In awe, Peter watched the apparently invincible Angus and the twins
being frogmarched off.

"You might be getting yourself in to a lot of bother," said Peter.
"His daddy is a powerful man and causes trouble for anyone who crosses
him."

"Hmm, perhaps you should move over and let me drive while you tell me
about him," said Steve, climbing into car six.

Peter slid across the bench seat of the car and allowed the man to get
in. A leather clad thigh brushed against Peter's naked leg making the
boy suffer yet another heady rush. In fact, the poor lad was so
disconnected from reality that Steve had to remind him to insert a
token. As the car moved off, Steve slipped his right arm round Peter's
shoulder and expertly controlled the car, steering it with his left
hand. As it was his right leg that was in contact with the boy, every
time he pressed or released the pedal his leg rubbed up against the
lad's. Somehow, despite all the distractions, Peter told Steve all the
pertinent details of Alderman MacSpirtle.

As Steve drove, Peter learned for the first time what a catalyst
really was. Steve caused cars to bump into each other, but he never
actually got involved himself. Soon there was a gang of young bucks
chasing him. He made it all seem so casual as car six would be inches
from certain disaster when, with a flick of his wrist, it would be
going in reverse.

As they swerved suddenly to avoid another car, Peter's face came
against Steve's bare arm and once more the boy felt the almost
electrical jolt, this time caused by direct, skin-to-skin, contact. He
did not move and Steve made no sign that he had noticed. It felt nice
with his face pressed up against Steve's bicep; he had always wanted a
big brother. Other lads had them; they could be fun. They knew how to
fight in jest with a boy and not hurt. Vaguely he wondered if he could
get Steve to wrestle with him and maybe pin him to the ground. The
thought of Steve on top of him greatly excited the lad.

He nuzzled Steve's bare arm and received a squeeze in return. It
seemed that the man had noticed the contact, and didn't object. As
they spun round the track, Peter let his eyes drift to the man's
crotch. Shit, if that was all real he must have a big one. He had an
urge to touch Steve and very slowly, so that it wouldn't be noticed,
he slid his hand down his own left leg then let the bouncing around of
the car somehow move it across to the leather clad thigh of Steve.
Peter's heart missed a beat!

Unbeknown to the lad, this was the pivotal move that would ultimately
seal his fate. Until he touched Steve's leg, the man had been in a
quandary, arguing with his conscience. The lad's innocent looks, while
being a great attraction, had also been his only protection, and
Steve's conscience had stopped him from taking advantage of a naive
youth. However, as soon as the lad had started to feel him up, albeit
in a most fumbling manner, the chase was on! Unless there was
something along the lines of divine intervention, Peter was destined
to end up naked, trapped between Steve and his mattress, with Steve's
manhood buried deep in his tight little ass and jetting a load of man
cum into his belly.

When the tokens ran out, Steve suggested a trip on the Ferris Wheel.
There were a couple of points on its circle that left the occupants of
a car out of sight of the other cars and too far from the ground for
anyone to see what was happening. As the first of these approached
Steve slid his arm once more round the youth and pulled him,
unresisting, into a very tight embrace. But, when they went over the
top Peter gasped as his eye caught the clock of a nearby church. Shit
it was just before ten and, as it was Friday, his curfew was ten on
the dot.

Quickly he told Steve, who cursed silently, then muttered into his
headset and the Wheel slowed to a stop as their car got to the bottom.
Steve just had enough time to make a date for the next evening before
the boy vanished into the crowd.

That night Steve dreamt of the boy. This in itself was unusual.
Normally his bedmates, actual or potential, stayed strictly in the
real world and never disturbed his slumber. Peter's sleep was also
interrupted by dreams, or, to be strictly accurate, one repetitive
dream. In it, he was alone with Steve and those strong hands would
take Peter's head and hold it firmly as his face would slowly get
closer. Just at the moment when their lips should meet, Peter would
wake up and discover he was just dreaming.

The next day, a Saturday, just flew by for Peter. First, all the
family shopping for the week was done and he spent the morning in a
crowded supermarket filling a trolley with the help of a long shopping
list that his mother had supplied. The afternoon was spent at a
football match with his dad. Normally he spent the time at the match
admiring the legs of the players. Today he found his mind wandering
off to the changing rooms and he tried to imagine what they all looked
like in the shower.

Next, there was the evening meal followed by the ceremony of handing
over his pocket money for the week. This week, he was reminded, would
be the last for a while, as he would be earning a wage for the rest of
the summer. Then it was up to the bedroom for a quick change and out
of the door.

As he approached the Fairground, he noticed a large black car that he
recognized as belonging to Alderman MacSpirtle. Realising that this
meant trouble, he hurried to the Dodgems. Fortunately, Steve was on
duty and there was no one buying tokens. He spent little time warning
Steve, who seemed strangely unworried. Steve's headset squawked
something in his ear and he acknowledged it.

"Not bad, kid. You were at least thirty seconds ahead of my security
team!" Steve said, with a grin, "Now come in here and hide so you'll
be able to hear what goes on."

Steve opened the door of the booth and motioned the lad to sit on the
floor between his legs. This kept him out of sight under the counter.
As Peter got comfortable, the leather clad legs managed to get over
his shoulders and he found himself between Steve's thighs. Daringly,
he nuzzled his face against them, enjoying the feeling of warm leather
over hard muscle, and Steve responded by squeezing his legs together
gently. The sight of the swelling that occurred where the two thighs
met, plus the almost over powering smell of man and leather, all
combined to make the boy's head spin.

Eventually a voice that he recognised spoke, "I was directed here and
told that this is where the owner was working. Where is he?"

"You're speaking to him."

"Don't be preposterous, lad. Where is the owner?"

"If you want to split hairs, I'm the senior partner, but in fact I run
the Fair. So, do you have a problem?"

The Alderman seemed a little put out by this information but
nonetheless continued, "Yes! My son was ejected from these premises
last night and told he was barred from returning. Is this the case?"

"That depends. Is your son about sixteen, overweight, dirty blond
hair, acute acne and accompanied by what appeared to be a pair of
twins?"

There was a hissing of breath, then the Alderman continued, "An
insensitive description of the boy, but yes."

"Then you are quite correct. He and his friends started a fight on the
Dodgems with another boy. The fight was broken up by my security
people and the three of them were escorted from the grounds and told
not to come back."

"Surely this is a rather harsh punishment, I mean, boys will be boys."

"Yes, but there are some other things to consider. Firstly, it was
three against one, then there were the previous incidents."

"Previous incidents?"

"Oops! Your son didn't mention the fact that the three of them entered
the Fairground each drinking a can of beer and carrying the remains of
the six-pack with them? You see, underage drinking is not tolerated
here."

There was a long pause from the Alderman, and then his mobile rang. He
snatched it out of his jacket pocket and barked, "Alderman MacSpirtle
speaking, what is it?"

During the brief conversation that followed, Steve learned of a trip
to France that several local dignitaries and their wives were taking
the following week. As far as he could tell, it was a freebie, charged
to the city, and MacSpirtle seemed to have taken over the task of
handing out the invitations. These appeared to be going to luminaries
to whom the Alderman owed favours.

As soon as the Alderman hung-up Steve started again, "Then they were
caught smoking."

"Oh, for pity's sake, boys like to experiment. I suppose they won some
cigarettes on a sideshow and just decided to try one," said the
Alderman, with forced jollity.

"No prizes in this Fair contain any tobacco products. I personally
have a thing about smoking, it killed my father and I will not start
kids down that road," said Steve, with a sharp edge to his voice.

"Oh my God, you are not going to become all politically correct about
it, are you?" snarled the Alderman.

"Actually the smoking, I agree, was in itself not too serious.
However, the location that they chose to light up was! Our fuel dump,
where we store all the fuel for the trucks and generators, not to
mention the bottled gas. They totally ignored all the warning signs."

This managed to produce a strangled gasp from the Alderman.

"At that point, they were told that if they caused any further
disruption they would be banned. They chose to ignore that warning by
starting a fight; so now they are no longer welcome here."

There was a pause, then the Alderman spoke, this time using his
official voice, "Do you know who I am, lad?"

At this point Steve, who was beginning to lose his cool, repeated most
of what Peter had told him about the man. As it was coached in most
unflattering terms, the Alderman soon looked quite flushed.

"You'll hear more of this!" he thundered, and stalked off into the
night.

Steve's thighs kept the boy captive until the line of people wishing
to buy tokens had all been served, only then was he allowed to get up.
Somehow, as Steve assisted the lad, his hand just managed to run over
the boy's buns. He made no attempt to hide the fact he was touching
the kid up and Peter just smiled, even when Steve's hand slid into his
crack. This made Steve a happy camper; the kid had a really cute set
of buns on him.

Seated beside Steve, he was allowed to run the Dodgems. It was dead
easy. Tokens were sold singly, or in lots of five or ten, at
appropriate discounts. Before starting a session, the klaxon had to be
sounded. When the track was cleared, the green button was pressed.
This started the timer and allowed the cars to roll. If anything went
wrong the big red button was to be thumped and everything stopped He
was even given a spare radio headset and allowed to listen into the
chatter.

As the lad worked, Steve began to suffer from 'wandering hand
trouble'. He discreetly explored his young friend's body. His hand
slid up the inside of the T-shirt and caressed the smooth chest. There
was not a single hair on it. Why, even the boy's armpits were
hairless! He had just placed his hand on the boy's naked thigh, with a
view to sliding it up and investigating his crotch, when the damned
headsets suddenly squawked! There was a big fight starting by the
carousel where two gangs of youths were having a go at each other.
Suddenly, Peter was left running the Dodgems, all on his own.

Over the headset, Peter monitored the progress of the fight. Some
well-meaning member of the public had used his mobile to summon the
police. Naturally, this made the situation ten times worse. Things
that could have been accomplished by threats, and maybe a bit of
banging heads together, now had to be done officially. Notebooks were
pulled out of uniform pockets, names and addresses taken and a lot of
time was wasted.

Everything was just getting back to normal when Peter realised that
Angus and the twins were joining the end of the line to buy tokens.

"Angus and his mates are back!" he transmitted over his headset,
"They're waiting in line at the Dodgems."

Because most of the security guys were still at the  Carousel, it took
a little longer than the previous night for them to descend on the
trio. However, descend they did, thus the boys were thrown out in a
manner that was designed to cause pain, but leave little in the way of
marks. Alas, the delay in response was just enough for them to catch a
glimpse of who was in the booth. Peter did not like the look Angus
shot at him before security led them off. Steve finally came back with
another member of staff, called Sid, who relieved Peter.

Sid had a nice body, a magnificently meaty ass, but a dirty look about
him. Not dirty as in needing a wash, but dirty in the sexual sense.
Anyone he even remotely fancied, he looked over in a most blatantly
sexual manner. Primarily he was heterosexual, but if a good-looking
boy came within range he would be quite likely to make an exception
and bugger the lad. Sid, unlike Steve, did not permit his conscience
to interfere with his sex life, but as Peter obviously belonged to his
boss he kept things to an admiring leer.

"Come on," said Steve, "let's give you a fright on the Ghost Train."

"I tried it last night and it wasn't very scary," replied Peter.

"You didn't have him sitting next to you," said Sid, with a dirty
grin.

They walked over to the Ghost Train and joined the line. Steve made no
effort to get a ticket and they were ushered onto the two-seater car
by another attendant who somehow had the same dirty grin as Sid. The
moment the car entered the darkened enclosure, Steve returned to his
interrupted game. One hand went for the boy's thigh and progressed
upwards. As the lad made no move to defend himself, its progress to
the edge of his underwear was swift indeed.

Peter wasn't exactly sure where it was all leading. He was fairly
certain that the hand did not intend to grab his balls and squeeze,
but that was about all. Then he realised that the space between their
faces had got a lot smaller. He suddenly knew with absolute certainty
that he was about to be kissed full on the lips and this time he would
not wake up before it happened!

Their lips touched and Peter gasped. This action opened his lips and
Steve took it as an invitation for his tongue to enter. Peter was too
overwhelmed with the new phenomenon of a wholly sexual kiss, that he
at first failed to notice the hand caressing his cock and exploring
his balls. The little car lurched as it zigzagged round the track, its
occupants totally oblivious to all the ghostly effects supposedly
being played for their benefit. However, Steve did retain enough
control to stop mucking about and tidy the boy up before the ride
ended and they emerged into the lights. The shocked state of Peter was
not missed by the attendant running the ride and he gave the boy a
filthy wink as he got out of the car.

"What time have you to be home tonight?" asked Steve, glancing at his
watch.

"Half past ten."

"Then we just have enough time to finish this," said Steve, leading
the boy down the side of the ride.

They passed through a door marked 'Staff Only' and this led to the
equipment room for the ride. The only illumination came from
indicating lamps as they flashed   off and on in accompaniment to the
clattering of relays opening and closing. No sooner was the door
closed behind them than Steve was back at work. As his tongue worked
its way round the boy's teeth, his hands were busy stripping the lad
below the waist. In a matter of seconds there were a pair of shorts
and underpants lying on the floor.

Peter was unexpectedly exposed to the sensation of having his naked
cock and balls being pushed against another, much larger set, which
were still enclosed in soft black leather. The kiss was broken just
for a second then resumed. Steve lifted him off the ground and Peter's
arms automatically went round the man's neck. A new feeling assaulted
his senses! It was that of a warm, wet finger rubbing gently at his
back door. He responded by wrapping his legs round the man, who was
now supporting his full weight.

The finger became more insistent and Peter's reaction to being kissed
became frantic as he sucked on the tongue that had occupied his mouth.
Slowly, his ring submitted to the finger and relaxed allowing the boy
to be invaded at both ends.

With calculated efficiency Steve homed in on his target. Soon the
probing finger found the smooth flatness of the lad's hidden hotspot
and massaged it. The effect was exactly what Steve had reckoned on.
The boy began a completely uncontrolled humping motion with his hips.

Up until now Peter's sexual experiences had been strictly limited to
an intimate relationship with his right hand. He had been taught the
joys of masturbation by a male cousin who had visited last summer.
Now, this meant that he was used to being master of his body right up
until the last minute, then his cock took over control from his brain
and he shot his little lot.

This time, however, things were very different. Right from the start
Steve had been running the show and the boy's role had been little
more than an interactive spectator. Now the man had taken over his
body completely and his orgasm was inevitable. Helplessly, he realised
that he was rubbing his naked cock as hard as he could over Steve's
leather clad groin, and it was working!

Of course, this was exactly what Steve had planned. The boy was going
to have the most exciting orgasm of his life with his ass full. If
Steve kept repeating this, Peter would quickly couple the intense
orgasm with something moving in his butt. Soon he would be begging to
be fucked.

His scream as he shot was totally muffled by the tongue in his mouth.
His entire body went into a spasm as he emptied his balls all over his
partner's leather pants. Steve did not stop his assault on the lad
until the orgasm was well and truly over. Only then did he relax his
grip, withdraw his tongue, slide out his finger and lower his victim
to the ground. Even then he had to support the boy whose legs had
turned to jelly.

As Peter caught his breath he realised the full horror of what he had
just done. A wave of shame swept over him and slowly he began to sob.

"What's the problem?" asked Steve.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't stop myself. Honest!" wailed the boy.

Steve just laughed, produced a hanky and began to clean the boy cum
off his pants.

"That's the nice thing about leather, it doesn't stain easily," he
said. "Now let me freshen you up a bit."

To Peter's amazement, the man squatted down before him, grabbed his
hands and held them firmly behind his back. The boy's eyes got wider
as he watched his cock disappear into the man's mouth. The feeling of
a tongue working over his dick made it jerk and jump. Peter was sure
that some of his load must have dribbled out. Suddenly the tongue
moved on and was all over his groin. His balls were then both sucked
clean. Only when there was no trace of sperm on his body was he
released, then Steve stood up and hugged him.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Steve asked.

"I want to hold you, forever!"

About here Steve's conscience kicked in again and, to his surprise, he
heard himself say, "Kid, if you hang around me long enough you are
going to get yourself fucked."

Peter's answer was an open-mouthed kiss. Steve's conscience, shrugged
its shoulders, struck camp and headed off into the wilderness.

They managed to make a date to go swimming the following morning and
still leave Peter enough time to dash home before the weekend deadline
of ten thirty.

That night Peter got very little in the way of undisturbed sleep.
Every time he dozed off he was back in Steve's arms, safe and
protected from the world, but at the same time vulnerable to the man's
sexual advances. This last bit seemed to be risky if not down right
dangerous, but it attracted him in a peculiarly perverse way. He knew
exactly what Steve wanted to do to him, which, to be honest, sounded
painful in the extreme; yet to be used for such a purpose by Steve,
just to give him pleasure... Well, there was no way he could refuse.

Later, back at the living quarters of the Fairground, Sid was once
more trying to work out exactly how Steve had managed to bed him.
True, he had been as horny as Hell having got a grope of a schoolgirl
earlier in the evening, a situation that he hoped to improve on later
in the week. It had been obvious to him that Steve had failed to score
with the red headed kid and was equally horny. Why had he not tried to
avoid his boss?

But it was the same story every time. Steve had seduced him and would
end up fucking him. What worried him most was; he now really wanted to
be fucked by Steve. Every hot spot on his body was known to Steve, who
was a master at using them to turn him on. So now Sid was lying face
down on Steve's bed, holding his ass cheeks apart to assist Steve as
he applied the KY. God, the feeling of those fingers inside him and
the smell of Steve's erection were combining to drive him wild. The
fingers slid out of him and he knew what would happen next.

"Say it!" hissed Steve.

"Fuck me!"

"Now, what about the magic word?"

"Please fuck me."

"Pretty please?"

"Will you stick your damned cock in my ass and fuck me!" Sid growled,
beginning to lose his rag.

"Oh well, since you asked me so nicely," said Steve, guiding his cock
towards its target.

Sid felt the first contact as the tip of Steve's weapon brushed his
ring. With practiced ease Steve entered him. As it was far from the
first time that Sid had been abused in this manner, he was quite slack
and knew all the techniques that allowed him to accept the entry of
such a large cock without it causing him any pain. Consequently
Steve's shaft was soon in him up to the hilt, and his butt was being
tickled by the roughness of Steve's bush.

"How did you get on with that girl that you took on the Ferris Wheel?"
Steve whispered in his ear.

Sid groaned. Slowly, he told Steve how far he had made it with the
girl. The more detail he supplied, the more he got fucked. Then Steve
asked him what he planned to do with the girl if he ever got the
chance. As Steve's cock pounded in and out of his ass he described his
fantasy.

"So you're not even going to pull out in time?" asked Steve.

Sid shook his head.

"You're a right bastard and no mistake."

"No I'm not, I just make bastards," said Sid, in a lecherous voice.

Sid felt a slick hand grasp his rigid member and start jacking him
off. He whimpered, Steve was, as ever, using him. Soon he would be
compelled to have an orgasm and he knew that Steve loved the feeling
of being inside a guy as he shot his load. He held on as long as he
could but the thick weapon rubbing over his prostate and the wet hand
moving up and down his own rod proved to be irresistible. With a sob,
he began pumping his load out onto the sheets instead of into a young
girl's belly.

As soon as Sid started shooting, Steve buried his cock as deep as he
could into Sid's ass, enjoying the spasms that squeezed his cock so
sexily. This was what Steve enjoyed most, humping his victim until the
poor boy came, then completing the fuck at his leisure. As Sid's
orgasm began to wane Steve withdrew his cock until only the head was
inside. Sid, who knew only too well what was in store for him,
groaned. Savagely, Steve thrust his hips forward driving his manhood
deep into Sid's meaty ass. With unrestrained delight, he brutally
fucked the man beneath him. Mercifully, he came quickly and Sid was
greatly relieved to feel the cum being pumped into him.

Sated, the pair slept, together in the same bed, but not touching.

Dawn came at about six in the morning. Peter watched the sun rise and
knew that three long hours must pass before the pool opened. The next
thing he heard was his mother calling to tell him his breakfast was
getting cold. The clock by his bed was showing eight fifty-five! He
was out of bed like a shot, dressed in a flash, gulping down breakfast
as he dashed for the door. It was only nine fifteen when he arrived at
the closed Fairground.

Steve was ready and waiting for him. The sight of the eager,
breathless boy encouraged the man. Soon Peter's cherry would pop and,
if Steve did his job right, he would have a most willing sexual
partner for the rest of his stay in this town. Five minutes later,
they were on Steve's motorbike heading for the local outdoor pool. The
physical act of holding on to Steve's waist as they raced through town
excited the boy. Steve had a flat, muscular stomach and it felt nice
to have his arms round it.

At the pool, Peter had been hoping to catch a glimpse of Steve naked;
the contents of that bulge still intrigued him. Alas, in the booth
that they shared to change, he was disappointed, as Steve was wearing
his Speedos under his leather pants. On the positive side he looked
even better in them than he did in the pants. However, when the boy
tried to change, Steve caught him naked and groped him in a most
leisurely manner. In fact if someone had not chosen that moment to
enter the changing room things might have gone a lot further!

Steve was having a bit of a problem stopping his manhood from rising.
Naked, the kid was everything he had imagined. The uncut boyish cock
was adorned with the cutest little triangle of red hair, and the
hairless balls that hung below looked good enough to eat.

Once out in the pool proper, Peter glanced at the clock and said that
they must immediately swim for the raft. This was moored in the middle
of the deep-end. Steve had no idea why, but complied anyway. No sooner
had they climbed onto the raft than the public address system
announced that the wave making machine was about to be started.
Instantly, every young male dived in and swam for the raft.

Even before the waves had started the raft was so heavily loaded that
it was riding low in the water. As the waves began to hit, it started
to tilt in a most alarming manner. Everyone made a dash for, what they
hoped, was the high side, and naturally the tilting got worse. Now
they all tried to hold on as the raft, now on its side dithered
between righting itself and overturning. Steve had a firm hold on the
rising edge and was enjoying himself. Peter was losing his grip and
just about to fall when Steve told the lad to grab onto him.

As the raft rose out of the water, edge up, shedding its load, Peter,
arms round Steve's chest, slipped slowly down the man's body. All of a
sudden he found that his face was exactly opposite that enticing bulge
in Steve's groin. For no reason that he could have explained, he
buried his face in it! Through the thin material, he could feel the
massive member of the man and the hardness of his balls. As the raft
finally made up its mind and overturned plunging everyone into the
water Peter rubbed his face again and again into the now rising
manhood before him.

Once they were completely submerged, and Steve's hands were free, he
grasped the boy's head and reciprocated by grinding his cock against
the softness of the youth's face. Fortunately, it took a while to
right the raft and the pair had time to get rid of their erections
before climbing back on.

Now the name of the game changed and they spent most of their time in
the water groping each other. Soon Peter's sense of touch told him the
general dimensions of the man's weapon. Not only was it much longer
than any cock he had seen before it was also very much wider. He
suddenly doubted the wisdom of getting in a situation where he would
be alone with Steve and at his mercy.

However, Steve seemed to read his mind and whispered in his ear,
"Don't worry, you can take me, it won't hurt."

But by now the waves were waning and the fun was over. Robbed of the
cover for their activities, they swam back to the side and climbed
out. Steve decided to work on his tan but Peter, being very fair
skinned, soon had to seek the shade before he got too much sun. After
an hour the waves came on again and the pair repeated their little
game. At one point, Peter found Steve was holding him from behind, the
boy's butt was pressed most firmly against Steve's manhood. A very
brief mock fuck took place. Peter suddenly realised what it must feel
like to be subordinated to the lusts of a larger and stronger male. It
aroused him beyond words.

However, by now the sun was becoming unbearable on Peter's fair skin
and he was rather relieved when Steve suggested leaving. They found
the changing room to be almost completely deserted. This was not
really unusual as everyone tended to arrive early and stay late. Peter
was quite excited at the prospect of finally seeing Steve completely
naked, but the man had another trick up his sleeve. He just grabbed
the boy and kissed him. As his tongue wormed its way into the boy's
mouth, his hands slid over the divine young buttocks, casually
removing the lad's swimming trunks in the process, and so Peter was
buck naked again.

To Peter, it felt strange to be totally nude in the arms of someone
who was, theoretically at least, still dressed. It left him feeling
oddly unprotected. The hands began to explore him. The crack of his
ass once more seemed to attract them and in next to no time he was
being penetrated again. This time Steve did not go for the boy's
prostate, instead he merely made circling motions with the inserted
finger. He wanted to carry on the slow process of relaxing that
deliciously tight little ring. So as he was kissed, Peter also had his
ass widened slightly. It would take a lot more than a single finger
inside him before he could accommodate the girth of Steve's weapon,
but it was a start, and a pleasant one at that.

Much as he was enjoying the action, Peter wanted more. To be specific,
he wanted to see Steve's cock, and he wanted to see what it was like
erect. He broke the kiss and started to slide down the hard body
before him. Peter relaxed his grip on the boy, which allowed his
finger to slither out of the moist little cavern that had contained
it. Presently, Peter found that he was on his knees before Steve and
for the second time he buried his face in that manly crotch. Steve
moved his hands to his hips and slid his Speedos down onto his thighs
revealing the full glory of his manhood to the boy's gaze.

It was a shock to the boy, but a pleasant one. He rubbed his face
against the rubbery cock and felt the coarseness of the pubic hair.
The smell of the chlorine from the pool filled his nostrils and this
smell would, for the rest of his life, remind him of sex. He suddenly
felt very daring and he kissed the cock. This action made Steve groan
slightly. Steve's hands again moved. Peter's head was eased back and
for the first time he could focus his eyes on Steve's weapon. God, it
was massive, well, to date he had only seen the cocks of his
classmates. It was a much darker colour than the rest of its owner and
its wide base was enveloped in a dense bush of curly black pubic hair.

Steve's other hand gripped the shaft and unhurriedly pulled back the
foreskin to reveal the smooth dark head. The chlorine smell was now
overpowered by the scent of an aroused adult male and the boy breathed
deeply. These odours got into his brain and made his head spin.
Vaguely he heard Steve whisper, "Say ah!"

His mouth opened, apparently of its own will, and, almost as a
spectator, he watched the head of the cock being guided into his
waiting mouth. Steve took his time pushing his rapidly hardening cock
through the soft lips. He looked down at the boy and smiled in
satisfaction. His dark coloured cock contrasted nicely with the fair
and freckled skin of the boy. There was a look of fear and uncertainty
on the youth's face and Steve liked that. He was in charge and, if he
played his cards right, the boy would do exactly as he was told. But
this was not the place, it was rather public and the chance of
interruption was too great. No matter how nice it felt he would soon
have to stop the boy, ah, but not just yet.

Peter was still surprised by the size of it and he could only get the
head in, then Steve withdrew. Peter immediately got the idea and kept
his lips in contact with the moving head. He suddenly realised that he
was getting his face fucked, a thought that turned him on.

A burst of laughter and loud voices signalled the end of their little
game as a group of boys entered at the far end of the changing room.
Seconds later the pair were trying to get dressed as quickly as their
erections would allow. This slowed Steve down a lot more than it did
the boy. Getting his fully erect cock into tight leather pants was not
really possible and it took an enormous amount of willpower to get the
ruddy thing to go down again.

They were alone as they walked out to the car park and Peter took the
opportunity to ask a question.

"Are you going to fuck me when we get back to your place?"

Steve grinned at the boy. It was a friendly and warm grin which put
him at his ease. Then Steve asked, "Do you want to be fucked?"

Peter's gaze ran over the front of Steve's leathers and the lad
gulped. He looked back at Steve and found that he was wearing the same
expression of mild amusement.

"No," he replied, "I think it would hurt too much."

"It would half kill you," Steve assured him, "But, if I work on it,
eventually you'll be able to take me."

"How do you know when I'll be ready", asked the boy, as he put on the
crash helmet that Steve had handed him.

"Oh, that's easy," said Steve, donning his own helmet, "you'll tell
me."

While the boy puzzled over this Steve mounted the bike, kicked up the
stand, started the engine and motioned the boy to get on the pillion.
Soon the lad was snugly tucked in behind the man. As they rode through
the town, Peter let his hands drop from Steve's waist to his crotch.
Boldly he explored the leather encased bulge and, as it got harder and
bigger, the lad got more and more excited. That cock was getting hard
for him! His caress was enough to get a fully grown man turned on.
Steve, meanwhile, tried to concentrate on his driving and ignore the
pain from the erection trapped in his tight pants.

Steve rode into the living quarters and right up to his van. It was
not exactly his personal van, he shared it with his brother, but as
Greg was seldom around Steve had the almost exclusive use of it.

When they entered, Peter was slightly shocked. His family had gone on
holiday in a caravan a few times and he had always remembered how
small and cramped it had been. This by comparison was a palace. Of
course this van required a truck to tow it; no car would have been big
enough for the job. Steve had the larger of the two bedrooms and he
led the boy through. He had his crash helmet off before he was through
the door and, as the boy took his helmet off, the rest of his clothing
was stripped off him by the man. Once again the boy stood buck naked
before the man, who this time was most definitely dressed.

Peter found the urge to cover his willy with his hands overwhelming.
Steve reached out and pulled them away, saying, "You got to play with
mine all the way home, now I want to have a nice long look at what
you've got."

With that he stepped back and admired his catch. The boy's skin was so
pale that it seemed to be colourless. This made the hair all that much
more prominent, that bright mop of red hair on the head and the pert
little triangle like a little flag above his fledgling manhood. While
his cock might be immature, it most certainly was eager. It jutted out
from the base of his belly at right angles.

Peter responded to the signal to turn round and gave the man a view of
his rear. Steve gave a slight groan, half from lust, the other half
from the pain caused by his own trapped manhood. God, the slim waist,
the beautiful curve of the boy's buttocks, the slim legs...

"Bend over," he said, in a hoarse voice.

The boy obeyed him and Steve could no longer keep his hands off the
lad. Gently he caressed the buns, so soft, yet firm. He pulled the lad
back against him and rubbed himself up and down the delicious mounds.
Finally he pulled the boy upright and turned him round. The kiss was
mutual, deep and very long-lasting. As it broke, Peter found he was
being forced to his knees and the bulge in the black leather was
ground into his face.

Again, it was the smell that struck Peter most, warm leather mingled
with hot male. He was considering his next move, when Steve did it for
him. The flies of the pants were deftly undone and Peter watched as
Steve struggled to get his fully erect cock out of its prison.
Suddenly it sprung free and danced before his face. Eagerly he tried
to catch it with his mouth, but every time he missed.

Steve grabbed his cock with one hand and the boy's head with the
other. Now, under much more controlled and less public circumstances
he guided one into the other. The boy seemed to have a natural
affinity for sucking cock. From the moment it entered his mouth he was
working it over with his tongue and lips. Experimentally Steve pushed
deeper and deeper into the lad's face, stopping only when he felt the
boy react.

It was now perfect, he could slide the head and a bit of the shaft in
without problems. Now he seriously began to fuck the boy's face. He
felt his balls pull up against the base of his shaft. The rate things
were going it would not be long before he shot.  Steve never had any
problems about someone shooting in his mouth, and assumed everyone
else was like him. So he gave the boy no warning of his fate.

Peter, on the other hand, was noticing that the man was doing a lot of
the things that he did when he was getting near his peak. The hand on
the back of his head had quite a firm grip and showed no signs of
getting ready to pull him off the cock. Peter had heard older boys
talk about getting blow jobs from girls and discussing whether they
swallowed or not. He realised that this same decision was soon to be
his. The cock that was in his mouth would explode at any minute,
filling it with the cum of another male. On one hand it would be the
most revolting thing that he had ever done in his life, but on the
other hand; Steve's seed would be his forever.

He was still mulling over this point when the grip on his head turned
to iron, the thrusting of the cock became quite brutal and he realised
that the moment was nigh. Steve gave a grunt and suddenly Peter found
that his mouth was filling with a thick goo. To his surprise, it did
not have a nasty taste. A second wad joined the first and when it came
to the swallowing, well it just seemed the natural thing to do. So,
kneeling naked in front of a man who had only opened the flies of his
trousers, the boy sucked and swallowed until the hairy balls that
brushed his chin were emptied.

The pair stayed in that position for a while then Steve, quite
tenderly, began to pull his cock out. As its rigidity had disappeared
the boy had sucked in more and more of it until his nose had
disappeared into the man's thick, black bush. Now Steve gasped in
wonder as the length of his shaft was withdrawn from the boy's face.
He pulled the boy to his feet and led him to the bed. As he stood by
the bed undressing himself, he once more admired the lad. The instant
he was naked, he jumped the boy and wrapped him up in his arms. The
lad's face smelled of cock and cum as he kissed him. His tongue even
found traces of cum inside the boy's mouth. Playfully they fought over
the last remnants of his load.

But enough of this, it was the boy's ass that he was after and that
was where he headed. So Peter suddenly found himself lying on his back
with his ankles held high above his head and wide apart. This of
course presented Steve with a most welcoming view of the small dark
pucker of a virgin ring. Realising that the boy might resist if he
worked out what was about to happen, Steve moved quickly. He dived on
his target and, before Peter could move a muscle, Steve was kissing
his ring. Desperately, the boy tried to avoid the kiss but he was
firmly held powerless to resist as the kiss changed into a probing
tongue.

Helplessly, he tried to squirm away while the tongue insidiously
wormed its way through his ring and into his very being. The wave of
delight that swept through him stopped his struggling and slowly he
gave himself up to the pleasure. Steve certainly knew his job and
slowly Peter felt himself surrendering his body to the man. Yes, he
would know when he was ready to be fucked and he had a feeling that he
would not only tell Steve he was needing fucked, he would beg him to
do it.

The change over from tongue to fingers was quite gradual and Peter
could not exactly recall when it happened. But now there were two
fingers inside him and they were causing him no discomfort. On the
contrary, they were making him quite hot. Then, just as he was
managing to get control of his body and stave off his orgasm, the
tongue and lips struck again! This time they were wrapped round his
cock as it was sucked completely into the man's mouth.

For the second time, he felt the control of his body slip from his
grasp as Steve took over. He didn't even put up a fight this time, he
just let go and the man could do as he liked with him.  He found he
was circling round the edge of an orgasm, but never quite reaching his
climax. While he was concentrating on this, he was not paying
attention to what was being done to his ring.

For starters, there were now three fingers in him and they were doing
a bit more than wiggling, they were gently stretching him wider and
wider. Steve, who enjoyed his work, was in no hurry. He knew full well
he had gone as far as he could with the boy for the day, as any
further slackening would start to hurt. So he stopped loosening the
kid up and just enjoyed the feeling of being inside him. Occasionally,
one of the wriggling fingers would brush against the boy's prostate
causing him to moan. The interval between these occasions became
shorter and the boy felt the edge of the abyss come closer.

He discovered that if he pushed down on the fingers the chance of them
touching his hotspot was greater. Steve smiled, the boy was learning
fast, pleasure was a good teacher. Slowly, he let the boy fight for
his orgasm by impaling himself. When Peter finally screamed and shot,
Steve relished the flavour of his reward as the lad jetted it into his
eager mouth. That and the feeling of his fingers being squeezed by the
boy's ass made Steve's day.

They lay dozing in each other's arms for a couple of hours. For Peter,
this was a novelty as he could play with the man's body, touching him
where and when he liked. Eventually Steve said that there was work to
be done and they got up. Showering together was fun. Then, when they
were dried and dressed, Steve made lunch in the cleverly compact
kitchen.

Now Peter began to learn about the hard work that goes into running a
Fairground. His first job was on his beloved Dodgems. Each car had a
motor and each motor had two 'brushes' that carried the power to the
rotor. They were made of carbon and wore out pretty fast. He was shown
how much wear was permitted on a brush, how to remove one and how to
replace it. It was about here that he realised how many cars there
were to service.

By the time he was finished, it was almost opening time. Steve arrived
to inspect his work and burst out laughing. Peter had first got his
hands covered with the black carbon. From there he had transferred it
to his face as he mopped the sweat off his brow. Now he could easily
have passed himself off as a coalminer! He was sent off to wash up
while Steve and Sid checked out each car under power. By the time he
returned, the Fair was open and once more he was allowed to run the
Dodgems, under Steve's supervision.

That evening he walked home on air. Although he didn't know it, he was
in love. Steve, on the other hand, saw his latest trick just about
ready to be most royally fucked.

Monday started badly for Steve when he was dragged from his bed and
into his office. There, a lackey from the council was waiting with an
eviction order. It was a minor nuisance as Steve's contract with the
council was very carefully worded. As Steve had in no way breached the
contract, the only way to break it was for the council to pay
compensation for loss of earnings. As this was calculated in thousands
of pounds per day, plus the costs of finding, moving to and paying
for, alternative accommodation, it came to a tidy sum indeed. When all
the calculations were made and the total was put to the lackey, he
paled visibly, then claimed that this must be put before his superiors
and left.

The next call on Steve's attention was an emergency at the back gate
of the Fairground. Even as he raced there, he could hear the wail of
the ambulance approaching. He forced his way through the small crowd
that had gathered and saw Peter lying on the ground, his face covered
in blood, conscious, but not very lucid. The next few minutes for
Steve were very hazy. Somehow he ended up in the ambulance assisting
the paramedic by holding this and passing that. Alas the excitement of
racing down the road in an emergency vehicle with all the lights and
sound effects going, was wasted on him. Peter was hurt, and that was
the only thing in the world that he could think about, but oddly
enough, in the excitement of the moment, he never noticed.

Peter's mind was drifting but in one of his clearer moments he
recognised Steve and told him that Angus and the twins had done it. At
the hospital, Steve never got further than the doors of the emergency
room. There he was most firmly stopped, taken to a waiting room and
given the ubiquitous cup of tea.

The tea was still in the cup, though now cold, when the nurse came for
him. He was led through a maze of corridors and into a room. Peter lay
on a trolley, his cuts had been dressed and he no longer looked like
he was at death's door. A doctor of Indian descent was talking to him.
His tone was light, cheerful and slightly condescending. But from what
was said, Steve learned that the lad was on his way to X-ray.

The doctor turned and took Steve by the shoulder leading him back out
into the corridor. When he spoke, he was most professional; the boy
was hurt, but hopefully it was all superficial, by the end of the
morning they would have a better picture. Then it was another spell,
in another waiting room, this time he drank the tea, it was quite
ghastly.

Presently a man arrived, it didn't take much effort to work out that
he was Peter's father. The red hair, the other family resemblances and
the worried look all gave him away. Steve introduced himself and
brought the man up to date on his son's condition.

"Oh God, the kid doesn't need any more bad luck, not after last
night."

"Last night?" inquired Steve, trying not to sound guilty.

"He got home, he was so happy and then the phone rang. It was the
manager from MacDonald's telling him that his summer job was gone!
It's just been one piece of bad luck after another."

"Somehow I doubt if luck had anything to do with it," said Steve,
"Could Alderman MacSpirtle have got him fired before he had even
started?"

"Yes, he could have almost anyone's job in this town."

"Then luck had bugger all to do with it. MacSpirtle's son, and his two
cronies were the ones who beat him up," said Steve.

He then went on to tell Peter's father of the clashes between his son
and the MacSpirtle boy. He also mentioned his own set-to with the
Alderman. Peter's father looked glummer and glummer.

"You are going to make a case against the Alderman's boy, aren't you?"
concluded Steve.

The older man looked aghast and said, "Good God no! I work for the
council, I'd be out on my ear in nothing flat."

"Oh dear," said Steve, in a very quiet voice, "Then I'll just have to
do it all on my own."

The doctor interrupted him, how long he had been there and how much he
had heard, Steve didn't know. However after he had taken the father to
see his son the doctor returned and faced Steve.

"I trust, young man," he said, "that you will not be proposing actions
that will bring me further work."

"Don't worry Doc, I never use violence, if I can avoid it. There are
other ways to get my revenge. Usually they are  a lot more effective
and much more fun."

The doctor gave him an odd smile and left. After an age, Steve was
allowed to visit Peter. The doctor's initial diagnoses had been spot
on, no concussion, no broken bones, just a bleeding nose, a few fairly
minor cuts and a large amount of bruising.

Peter was quite cheerful but his father looked rather gloomy. Out of
the blue, Steve had an idea.

"I hear that you lost your summer job," he said.

Peter's chirpiness faded and he nodded.

"Fancy a summer job with the Fair? You'd have to travel around a bit,
but it's a lot more exciting than dishing up greaseburgers," Steve
said, cheerfully.

Peter brightened up instantly. Living with Steve all summer! Wow! His
father had very little choice but to agree. As Steve walked back to
the Fairground, he had a lot on his mind. Angus and his father had
both hurt someone who he considered his personal property, now they
would have to pay for it.

Sid was seconded to the task of tracking Angus, while Steve did some
investigation of his own. By the time the Fair was closing, Steve had
learned quite a lot. The following morning Alderman and Mrs MacSpirtle
would be leaving from the local airport for a two-day trip to France.
Their beloved son would be staying with his aunt for this period.
Apparently, he intended to put his freedom from supervision to good
use by visiting Hutchinson's, a large department store that had opened
a local branch recently, and practice his hand at petty pilfering.

The next morning started out well for Alderman and Mrs MacSpirtle.
Breakfast went smoothly, young Angus was dispatched to his aunt's and
the happy pair started out for the airport. Alas they did not get very
far, only to the end of the road in fact. It was there that Mrs
MacSpirtle discovered she had forgotten to pack her jewel case.

Their second attempt went much better and they got almost half way to
the airport before they realised that they had set off without both
their passports and tickets. Back home, a brief but bitter,
conversation between them established that there was nothing else that
Mrs MacSpirtle could possibly have forgotten.

Fortunately, their third attempt was quickly thwarted when the
Alderman realised that the gifts for his opposite number in France
were still on the hall table at home. As this was entirely the
Alderman's fault, and no one else could be blamed, it made him even
more unreasonable than the previous times.

The fourth attempt was crowned with success and, as the now totally
frustrated Alderman got to the terminal building, he heard his name
being called. Naturally he spun round and crashed into a young man who
was almost directly behind him, bringing them both to the floor.
Although it was in no way the young man's fault, he apologised
profusely, helped the Alderman to his feet and even assisted in
dusting him down. The Alderman then proceeded to the check-in desk
totally unaware that he no longer carried his mobile phone or keys.

The Alderman's agitated mental state ensured that later, when he
noticed the phone was missing, he instantly blamed it on his wife. But
he never missed his keys, which isn't really that odd as he had no
occasion to use them in France.

Steve soon found the Alderman's car in the car park, and drove it off,
leaving one of the Fair's pick-ups in its place. The ticket he had
collected when driving the pick-up into the car park allowed him to
leave after paying an exorbitant price for 3 minutes worth of parking.

None of the neighbours thought it unusual when the Alderman's big car
swung yet again into his driveway, paused until the garage door
opened, then parked inside. Sorting out which key opened the door that
connected the garage to the main house was but the work of a moment,
then Steve was inside.

The boy's bedroom was also easy to locate. Wearing surgical gloves
Steve raked around and soon found a stash of stolen items, most of
them still in their original packaging. To this he added several
small, but high value, items he had purchased earlier from
Hutchinson's.

On his way out, he found the Alderman's den. This was laid out as an
office. The centrepiece was a massive, antique roll top desk. He tried
to open it but it was locked. It only took a glance at the key ring to
spot the required key. Once the top was rolled up, Steve began to
inspect the contents. Nothing incriminating, just the usual clutter
filled the drawers. However as he pulled out the two stacks of small
drawers inside the cover he noticed that they weren't quite as long as
he would have expected them to be.

Yes, on each side there was a hidden compartment. Spotting them was
easy, finding out how they opened was a bit trickier. Eventually, he
discovered that the entire stack of drawers swung open as a unit.
Inside the right hand one was the key of a safe. Further investigation
of the room yielded a floor safe under the carpet in the corner. It
contained about a dozen plain business envelopes, each of which was
filled with cash, low denomination, used notes, but in substantial
quantities. The thought that the good Alderman must be used to working
in circles that dealt only in hard cash, crossed Steve's mind.

It would have been so easy just to lift the lot and left the Alderman
in the sticky position of being robbed but unable to report it.
However, Steve was not a thief, moreover, he planned a greater revenge
than that.

In the second compartment, there was a set of books. They contained
all details of the illegal financial dealings MacSpirtle had been
engaged in. Names and amounts were neatly listed chronologically.
These were accompanied by notes covering the reasons the money had
changed hands. The Alderman might be a crook, but it appeared that he
kept notes on everything, just in case he suddenly needed to blackmail
anyone. Unfortunately, if such evidence found its way into the wrong
hands, it could be dynamite.

Suddenly, Steve's mobile rang and he nearly shat himself.

"Sid here," crackled the phone, "Angus has just entered the store with
his two buddies. What should I do?"

"Wait until they nick a few things, then plant a marker on them and
call me back when the balloon goes up."

Outside Hutchinson's Sid closed his mobile phone and entered the
store. From a good distance he watched the trio steal goods. Each time
they carefully removed the magnetic tags that would set off the alarms
at the doors. As they made their way through the departments Sid
stopped, apparently to look at some wallets. He soon found what he was
looking for, a thin metallic strip, hidden in one of the pockets of
the wallet. He surreptitiously removed it and returned the wallet to
the display counter.

Some time later, he walked by the boys, and as he did so, he brushed
gently against Angus, dropping the strip into the lad's pocket. Now if
Angus tried to leave the shop it would trigger the alarms. Sid retired
to the main entrance to watch the fun. As it happened, he did not have
long to wait. The trio approached the main entrance with Angus in the
lead. Just as he passed through the detectors the whole area lit up
like a knocking shop on pay night.

To Sid's joy, Angus panicked and tried to do a runner. The security
guards were on him like a flash. The twins, who were not quite as
stupid as they looked, had faded back into the crowd where they dumped
their loot and left by a side entrance.

Meanwhile, back at the MacSpirtle homestead, Steve was hard at work.
Fortunately, the office was well equipped and he was busy making
photocopies of the accounts, two copies of each page.

He was almost finished, when his mobile again scared him by ringing.
It was Sid, telling him that Angus had just been picked up attempting
to leave the store. Steve finished copying the material, carefully
replaced everything, but didn't quite close the secret compartments,
making them very easy to find, then he failed to lock the desk after
he closed it. Now he turned to the computer...

The Detective Sergeant was reduced to pleading with the store manager,
"Look, she's a little old lady, she probably made a real mistake and
the value of the item is negligible. If you insist on prosecuting her
she may do something silly."

"Our policy is quite clear; all shoplifters will be prosecuted!" said
the manager. It was his first store, and he was determined to impress
his superiors.

"OK, let's suppose that she tops herself, will the publicity of a dead
old lady do you any good?"

Here the DS hit the spot and grumbling the manager gave in. The DS
went into the interview room and gave the old lady a severe talking
to, then let her go. Much relieved the old lady departed, vowing to
herself never again to steal from Hutchinson's, well, Woolworth's was
a much softer target.

The DS returned to the manager, only to be informed that yet another
case of suspected shoplifting had been reported. There was a TV set on
the wall of the manager's office which could be connected to the CCTV
cameras all round the store. One of these was in the interview room.
Together they watched as Angus was led in. There was a sharp intake of
breath from the DS.

"So, you prosecute everyone, do you?" he asked. "Well, with this one
I'll be glad to help you. Not that it will do much good as his old man
will get him off. But it'll be fun to watch him squirm for a while."

Steve changed the date and time on the computer for the tenth time and
copied a handful of graphic files from the CD-ROM he had brought with
him. Carefully, he removed the read-only status from the files. He was
just about finished, and it now looked like the good Alderman had
downloaded, over a period of time, an extensive selection of graphic
images of underage girls doing rather dubious things, while not
wearing much in the way of clothing. Just the sort of thing to make a
doddering old judge's blood boil.

He finished up by resetting the date and time, then he cleaned out all
of the nasty little files that track where the Internet browser had
visited. Now the computer looked as if it was owned by a very careful
pervert. After a while the Alderman's mobile rang and Steve answered
it.

"Alderman MacSpirtle speaking, what is it?" barked Steve, in a quite
passable imitation of the Alderman's voice.

"It's me, your lad is in trouble with the police! I'm not sure if I
can stop it easily. It's going to cost a lot more than usual," said
the voice on the other end.

"Damn his eyes! He's costing me a fortune. Let the little bugger learn
his lesson this time. I'm fed up bailing him out. Goodbye!"

Steve grinned as he switched off the phone and placed it on the desk.
Carefully, he looked round checking everything, then he left, locking
up after himself. He drove back to the airport and exchanged the car
for the pick-up which he drove back to the Fair, stopping off at the
post office. There, Steve put each set of photocopies of the accounts
in an envelope along with an explanatory note, and dropped them in the
post. Alderman MacSpirtle was bound to have a lot of pull locally, but
Steve liked to plan ahead. He was betting on MacSpirtle going for a
cover-up, which now would be the worst possible course of action.

Peter was still at home recovering from his injuries. So that evening,
as the Fair was closing Steve found Sid and made a most forceful
suggestion to the effect that Sid might like to join him for the
night. Normally, this sort of approach provoked a fair amount of
resistance on Sid's part, which Steve then had the enjoyable task  of
wearing down. This time there was no opposition and Sid, surprisingly,
surrendered without a fight.

This puzzled Steve, as he stripped his quarry in the bedroom of his
van. Sid cooperated fully and was soon to be found lying face down on
the large bed. Steve observed him closely as he removed his own
clothes.

"OK, I give up, what's wrong?" he inquired.

"Nuffin'," replied Sid, indistinctly as his face was buried in the
pillow.

"Usually you're fighting me off about now."

"Yeah, well, I've nothing else on tonight."

"What about the girl you were feeling up on the Wheel then?"

"Shut-up! Just forget about her. Right?"

"Ooh! Did you get your wrist slapped?"

"No!"

Steve, now naked, slid onto the bed and began to caress Sid, who lay
in a somewhat rigid pose, still on his stomach. Over the next few
minutes Steve's hands began to work their magic on Sid. His body
relaxed and he began to moan slightly. Steve went a bit further and
finally Sid was forced to reach underneath himself to rearrange his
growing erection into a more comfortable position.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" whispered Steve.

"No!"

"You're just going to get hotter and hotter until you give in. There
is no way I'm gonna fuck you until you do," Steve breathed in his ear.

Sid swore quietly, then endured in silence. He held out quite a long
time. Steve had four fingers working the lubricant into his ass before
he broke.

"All right I'll tell you! I wasn't the first." Sid whimpered.

"Oo! Some other bugger had popped her cherry?"

Sid nodded and sniffed.

"So, she wasn't a virgin, big deal. I'm surprised you still didn't try
to knock her up," said Steve, pulling his fingers as far apart as he
could inside Sid.

"I couldn't!" Sid almost sobbed.

"You mean you couldn't get it up?" asked Steve, desperately trying to
keep the laughter out of his voice.

"No! The bitch was on the pill."

Now Steve couldn't help laughing, "So, some father has finally got
your number. Keeps his little girl on the pill so randy buggers like
you can't leave a bun in her oven."

"No, it wasn't like that," Sid muttered, as Steve withdrew his
fingers.

"Tell me everything and this goes all the way up you," offered Steve,
rubbing the head of his weapon up and down Sid's slick ring.

"Her dad has her on the pill so he can have his end away whenever he
likes," said Sid, groaning as Steve kept up his side of the bargain,
by lunging forwards and driving his weapon deep.

"The dirty old bugger is shafting his own daughter? Shit! What happens
if mummy catches them?"

Sid gasped, although it was far from the first time that Steve's
manhood had visited his innards, he was always surprised by the
penetration.

"Her mother works shifts so there is plenty of time for her father to
screw her," Sid panted.

"She gave you all the gory details?" asked Steve, spreading Sid's buns
and shoving a little more in.

"Ahh! Yes, his favourite is taking her on the kitchen floor, doggy
style."

"Tell me more," said Steve, as his hips began their rhythmic movement
driving his shaft in and out of the young man who lay beneath him.

Steve timed things carefully, monitoring how hot Sid was getting. As
the body between him and the bed began to writhe, Steve slipped a hand
under it, seizing the rigid member that he found there. Sid groaned,
he was now doomed to have an orgasm purely for Steve's enjoyment. He
lost the thread of his discussion of the young girl's experiences as
his own hips started to move in opposition to Steve.

All too soon he was thrashing about, helplessly shooting as Steve kept
up his ruthless assault on his ass. Then Steve got his turn, and Sid
felt the warmth of his friend's load spread out inside him.

After a while they separated and got cleaned up. Docilely Sid returned
to Steve's bed, where they both again slept, slightly apart and not
like lovers.

While our two heroes were making merry with each other's bodies, the
Detective Sergeant and his Detective Constable were executing a search
warrant. The granting of the warrant was, in the mind of the DS, a
minor miracle. Normally, a request to search Alderman MacSpirtle's
home would have met with a blunt refusal, before it even went beyond
his department. However, this time a lot of influential people
apparently were absent from their posts. Their underlings, who might
have been slightly resentful about not being invited on a free trip to
France, had cooperated fully with the application for a search
warrant.

Dressed in the white paper coveralls and surgical gloves, usually worn
for collecting forensic evidence, they began upstairs. To tell the
truth, none of this gear was strictly necessary for this
investigation, but the DS was sure it would impress the neighbours,
especially so late at night. The inspection of the teenager's room
quickly turned up the loot and, while the DC was making an itemised
list, the DS went on a fishing expedition round the rest of the house.

The Alderman's den instantly caught his interest. Having sharp eyes he
soon spotted the slightly open hidden compartments. He quickly located
the safe, and its contents made him whistle. When he examined the
account books, what he read almost made his hair stand on end.

Curious, he turned on the computer and waited patiently as it booted
up. A few moments later, a search for graphic files revealed a
startling number. After viewing exactly 3 of the files the DS sat and
thought for a while, remembering all the investigations of his that
had been suddenly terminated at the whim of MacSpirtle. He strongly
suspected that the Alderman greased the palms of those in authority.
It might be interesting to see what would happen if the good Alderman
suddenly had a big emergency and a cash flow crisis simultaneously.

He went over to the safe, opened it, removed its contents and hid them
about his person. He locked the safe, returned the key to the hidden
compartment and securely closed it. The DS had 3 kids to put through
school, so the money would go to a good cause. A quick "anonymous"
call to a friendly reporter on the local paper was next. After about
half an hour he phoned for a police van to take the evidence away. Not
that a van was really needed, it would be something else for the
neighbours to watch and the press to photograph.

Two days later, the Alderman and his party arrived back at the
airport. As they cleared customs and immigration, the public address
system paged the Alderman. This distracted him slightly, and he never
really noticed the young man brushing against him. Nor did he feel the
slight increase in weight as his keys were returned to his pocket.
Even if he had had any suspicion, it would have faded into the
background when he was given the message that his son was in custody
and the police were most urgently wishing to interview him.

After a couple of days recuperation, Peter finally turned up for work.
He came complete with his possessions and moved, ostensibly, into the
spare bedroom in Steve's van. He was a bit disappointed to discover
that his status as the boss's boyfriend cut very little ice with the
rest of the crew. He was treated  like everyone else, and had to work
just as hard.

His first job came as a great disappointment, he wasn't running the
Dodgems, or for that matter any other Ride. His function was to
restock the prizes in the slot machines. In the main, these machines
were divided into two classes. The first required little restocking,
these were the "Automatic Cranes" whose tenuous grip seldom held a
prize long enough to transport it to the exit chute.

The second type however, did take a bit of work. These consisted of a
slowly rotating turntable on which stood the prizes. When the coin was
dropped into the slot, an arm moved slowly across the turntable
sweeping the prizes in the direction of the exit chute. Peter soon
noticed that about one time in three, the prize fell down the chute.

"How do you make a profit when it is so easy to win?" he asked.

Steve grinned wolfishly, and replied, "It is easy when all but one of
the prizes costs me less than the stake money. To play, they must
spend 20 pence. Each machine has one real prize, usually a cheap
electronic game, the rest cost on average 7 pence. So if they win a
minor prize, I get 13 pence, if they don't, then I get the full 20
pence. When the machines are restocked the major prize is always moved
back to the middle. About twice a night someone wins one. Except of
course for opening night. Whenever we arrive in town we make all the
prizes easier to win. Then the winners take them home and tell their
friends how simple it is."

Peter reluctantly took up his apparently boring job however, it was
actually quite educational. The lure of easy prizes attracted lots of
suckers and he was kept quite busy refilling the machines. Steve was
quite correct, only 2 real prizes were won that night, and Peter's
stall took quite considerable amount of money.

Later that night, when he and Steve retired to the bedroom, it was
also quite educational. Although Steve desperately wanted to fuck the
ass off the boy, he controlled his baser instincts, and continued
training the lad instead.

As usual, the boy was stripped naked and made to pose and posture for
Steve's enjoyment. Peter soon found this quite pleasing, as he had
visible proof that his body was having an effect on his partner.
Presently Steve stripped off and they both moved onto the bed. Peter
sort of naturally gravitated to Steve's manhood. He was a bit hesitant
when he began to caress it, but he soon gained confidence.

Steve, for his part, went straight to the bottom of the matter, and
was soon to be found inserting a lubricant into the boy's back
passage. As soon as it was slick, his fingers insidiously got on with
the job of increasing its diameter. As Steve was quite an expert in
this task, Peter found it very pleasurable. The fingers moved gently
inside him, wriggling around in a quite delightful manner. In fact the
enjoyment caused by their action totally distracted the boy from their
primary purpose.

Gradually, a feeling of guilt came over Peter and he slid the head of
the large member in his hands, into his mouth, so that he might repay
some of the kindness.

Now, having your cock sucked by a cute young teenager, is not exactly
conducive to devious thinking. Soon, Steve began to find his mind
wandering from the task in hand, to the more urgent problem of an
orgasm, which seemed to be approaching with the speed and momentum of
an express train.

All Steve could do was dig slightly deeper into the guts of the lad,
until the familiar area of his prostate was felt, once there, Steve
gave it all his remaining attention.

Peter wasn't quite sure what happened. One second, he was happily
sucking a cock with Steve gently taking him to heaven. The next
moment, he was desperately trying to fight off an orgasm and even
worse, he knew he was going to lose.

Steve felt the boy fight and then give in. That was the bit he loved!
His partner could no longer refuse him, and like it or not, he was on
the verge of shooting. The boy's body stiffened in his grasp, and then
convulsed as the young cock jetted its load into Steve's waiting
mouth.

Peter felt himself go, and for just a second he felt guilty about
shooting right into Steve's mouth. The next second the guilt was gone,
lost somewhere in the panic caused by the huge cock head exploding in
his own mouth. Each drank his fill of the other. Steve had managed it
again, his victim had shot his load while his ass was being
stimulated.

Slowly they disentangled, and as they did so Steve made a quiet mental
calculation as to how near the lad's ass was to being able to
accommodate him. Perhaps another couple of dilations should do the
trick. Peter, on the other hand, was trying to work out how big
Steve's cock really was. Unfortunately he had no reference to hand for
comparisons. They curled up in each others arms, and quite quickly
sleep overtook them.

Peter woke first, and it took him a moment to work out exactly where
he was. Asleep, Steve looked so handsome. It had been a warm night and
only a sheet covered them, Peter carefully removed it and examined his
lover's body at his leisure. Although Steve was not very hairy, where
there was hair it was dark and lush. Peter soon found that his head
was on Steve's belly, using the man as a pillow, while the boy's hands
held the rapidly stiffening manhood.

Had he really managed to cope with that thing shooting in his mouth?
Then, the thought of where Steve had promised to put it, crossed his
mind! God, it was so thick at the base that he couldn't encircle it
with his thumb and forefinger. How the Hell would his ass ever stretch
that wide. He was just measuring it, using the "hand over hand"
method, and had reckoned it to be more than three hand width's long,
when its owner stirred in his sleep.

Peter carefully slipped the head into his mouth, thus allowing Steve
to wake up to the joys of having his cock sucked. The man just smiled
and manhandled the boy into a 69 position. Once he had his victim in
place, he separated the young buttocks and thrust his face between
them. Peter gasped as the unshaven face scoured the sensitive insides
of his ass cheeks. Then the inquisitive tongue entered him!

God Almighty! The fingers had been fun in there, but the squirming,
soft, penetrating tongue was so much better. a wet hand clutched the
boy's stiff cock and began jacking him off. At the same time, the
man's hips started thrusting, driving the head of the weapon deeper
and deeper into the boy's mouth. Again Peter found he was hopelessly
trying to fight off an orgasm. Once more Steve had the pleasure of
taking control of the boy's body and driving him over the brink.

Peter whimpered as he felt his load being pumped out of his cock, shit
it must be landing on Steve! After a while, he realised that Steve was
not going to shoot and reluctantly he released the man's cock. Steve
pulled his face from between the boy's buns and slipped some spit
covered fingers in. Peter groaned slightly at the invasion, then
relaxed and let them do their work.

Steve glanced at the clock, yes, there was plenty of time. So over the
next 20 minutes, his fingers probed and explored. Slowly the boy's
ring relaxed and, although the lad was unaware, Steve had all four
fingers and the palm of his hand inside him.

"Suck me off!" commanded Steve.

Peter obeyed without hesitation or protest. This was not missed by
Steve, who found domination a turn on. He placed a needless hand on
top of the boy's head, holding it firmly in place as he fucked the
lad's mouth. There was a wicked grin on his face as he looked down his
body and took in the picture of the redhead whose lips were round his
cock. Then, with a savage series of thrusts, he pumped the contents of
his balls into the youth's receptive mouth.

Peter was at first surprised at the brute force used by his partner to
control him, but giving in gave him the biggest rush of his life. For
the first time in his life he realised exactly why he liked to wrestle
older boys and lose. Now not only did he know what he was after, he
knew how and where to get it.

Steve's strong arms pulled Peter round and sat him on his broad chest,
the boy's legs were spread wide as he straddled the man. From there
Steve admired the view of the small, red crested cock, that was most
brazenly exposed between the open legs.

"OK, now I want you to jack yourself off," Steve said, causing the
colour of the boy's face to match his hair.

In a most reluctant and embarrassed manner, the boy took his cock in
hand and began to pull at it. Steve's hands found their way onto the
lad's thighs and slowly they advanced up the insides of them, tickling
gently as they moved. No one had ever touched the boy while he was
jacking himself off, and the new sensation soon made him very hot
indeed. As the hands got steadily closer to the top of his thighs, he
got more and more excited. Just as Steve cupped his balls, he shot,
catching Steve full in the face. Steve only grinned, and used his
thumbs to squeeze Peter directly behind his balls, thus forcing all of
his seed to leave his body.

Peter wouldn't have thought it possible for two people to get into the
tiny shower of the van at once. However, Steve had the knack of
getting large objects into small spaces, as Peter was soon to find
out, in more ways than one.

Elsewhere in town, the Alderman was not having such a happy time, in
fact he was seething mad, as he had been, ever since his return from
France. It was quite obvious to him that he had been comprehensively
stitched up. But for the life of him, he couldn't think of who had
done it. None of his acquaintances were that clever. Clearly the
perpetrator knew him well and had done a very clean job. No
fingerprints had been found and the neighbours had seen no unusual
activity.

It had taken him days to sort the mess out, and in doing so he had
used up a lifetime of favours. The ploy of emptying his slush fund of
ready cash had been especially devious. He now couldn't move large
amounts of cash from his various accounts without causing visible
ripples. Thank God some people still trusted his promises. But, in the
end, success had crowned his efforts. The news story had been nipped
in the bud, before it went beyond the local level. His pals in the
police force were quietly stopping any further investigation, and they
were also unobtrusively working on reducing the charges against Angus.
True, Hutchinson's was putting up a fight, but they would soon learn
that cooperating with Alderman MacSpirtle was much better than trying
to oppose him.

In a couple of days all the fuss would be over and he could get back
to normal. For now, there were a couple of outstanding matters to be
dealt with, and that Fairground was one of them. But first he must try
to find out who it was in the town that had dropped him in it.

Peter's second night working at the Fair was even more boring than his
first. He was sitting in the booth making change. There he was faced
with an endless line of people waving banknotes at him, which he
changed for 20 pence coins. At the end of his shift, he surveyed his
blackened hands and for the first time realised that the expression
"Filthy Lucre", was a most accurate one.

He felt so dirty that he went for a shower before going to bed. Steve,
not wishing to miss a chance with the lad, again squeezed into the
shower with him. Fortunately the caravan had a gas water heater that
supplied continuous hot water, as washing each other soon gave way to
sexual play.

The sheer massiveness of Steve's body continued to excite him, and its
availability to be touched and caressed, also drove him wild. It
wasn't just the big cock and balls that were a turn on, the chest was
so, well, manly. The arms were at least as thick as Peter's legs. The
only trim part was the waist, and Peter found he loved to hug Steve
and run his hands over those muscular buttocks. But his favourite
position so far, was kneeling before Steve, meekly sucking on his
manhood, knowing full well it was going to explosively fill his mouth
with the thick creamy goo that was the man's seed.

Eventually, as their skin started to wrinkle, Steve turned off the
water, they emerged from the tiny shower and began drying each other.
Peter ended up on his knees, trying for a blow job. But Steve pulled
him back to his feet and hugged him. As they kissed, the man's hands
fondled the boy's buns, slowly parting them and allowing a soapy
finger to enter the boy. With a bit of luck, tonight might be the
night! To assist his luck in its task, Steve began making the kid hot
via his cute little ring.

Actually, the ring was still cute, but "little" was no longer an
adjective that could be applied to it. Steve's previous finger work
had enlarged it quite a lot and he was more or less sure that the kid
could now take him without injury. Of course, great care would have to
be taken on entry, and given how much Steve wanted to shaft the lad,
an awful lot of self-control would have to be applied.

So, Steve worked insidiously at turning the kid on, and it worked!
Well, if the kid's frenzied wet kissing was any indication, he sure
was heating up.

"Do you still want to fuck me?" Peter gasped, breaking off his efforts
to get his tongue down Steve's throat.

"You bet your ass I do!"

"I think that I'm ready to try."

"It has got to be a bit more positive than that. If we start there is
no turning back, we don't stop until I shoot my load inside you,"
Steve said, in a decisive voice.

Peter was both thrilled and frightened by the prospect. If he asked to
be fucked, then he would pass the point of no return, and fucked he
would be. But what if it hurt, would Steve stop? Or would he just
carry on regardless of Peter's pain? The look on the boy's face let
Steve read his mind.

"I promise you, it will not hurt you, it may feel strange at first as
I stretch you a bit going in, and you might feel very full, but no
pain," Steve assured him.

Peter let himself be led to the bed and, once there, he climbed on it
and lay face down. He was a bit surprised when a hand went under his
belly and lifted him slightly allowing both the pillows to be slid
under him.

"Now, that puts you at the best angle," explained Steve. "If you'll
just open your legs wide and hold your ass cheeks apart... Ah yes,
that's perfect."

Steve took a moment out to etch the scene forever in his memory. The
pale, slim body of the youth, lying unprotected before him, ass cheeks
held wide apart giving a stunning and unrestricted view of his ring.
With care he applied the KY in most generous amounts, grinning to
himself as the boy twitched in reaction to the unusual sensation of a
cold lubricant being on the inside of his bung hole.

Gradually, he worked the KY deeper into the boy, increasing the number
of fingers as he went. After a while, the squirming youth again had
the four fingers and palm of Steve's hands inside him. Steve now
stopped his efforts at dilating the lad's ass and headed for his hot
spot. It took only the work of a few moments to elicit the response
that he wanted.

"OK, you can fuck me," Peter gasped.

"Are you absolutely sure? Because if you say 'yes' you are as good as
fucked," Steve whispered, in his victim's ear.

Of course, Steve's fingers did not stop their action, as he waited for
the inevitable positive reply. When it came, he very slowly withdrew
his hand from the boy's guts and began applying the KY to his rigid
member. He took a moment to marshal his thoughts, and make sure that
he had complete control of his own body. Now was not the time to give
in to his animal instincts and crudely ravish the lad. So, despite a
raging hard-on that was screaming for satisfaction, he must be gentle
and considerate.

Peter shivered slightly. His fate was sealed, even as he lay there,
behind him a man sized cock was being made ready to fuck him. Steve's
weight shifted on the bed as he moved into position and Peter knew
that his moment had arrived! He felt the firm head of it touch his
ring, then to his complete surprise, it just slipped into him. Steve
paused, allowing Peter to get used to the invasion. After a moment
Peter gingerly pushed back causing a little of the shaft to enter him.

"Yes!" hissed Steve.

Emboldened, Peter repeated the exercise, a little bit more forcefully
this time. Above him, Steve watched his manhood slowly being swallowed
up by the boy's advancing ass. This was fantastic, he just had to
control his natural urge to push, and the kid would do it all for him!

Peter gradually got braver and braver, pushing back more vigorously
each time, always being encouraged by the man. Steve had been telling
the truth, it wasn't hurting at all. But, he was becoming rather full
back there and very soon he would have to stop. When he did there was
a long pause.

"Try again," whispered Steve. "You're doing marvellously, you've got
nearly half of me in you now!"

Good God, not half of him in and already Peter's ass was fuller than
it had ever been, and there was no possibility of things stopping!
Panic began fluttering in his breast.

"I'm completely full back there," he said.

Steve gave a small thrust with his hips, causing his cock to slide a
little bit more into his partner and said, "See, there is still room."

"No!" gasped Peter, "I want you to take it out."

"Sorry kid, it doesn't work like that. I come out after I've fucked
you. But first I've got to get it into you."

Peter desperately moved forwards, hoping to pull himself off Steve's
manhood. But Steve just snickered and moved forwards too, keeping the
kid's ass full.

"But I can't take anymore, and I can't get you out."

"That's right. Your ass is mine now. I say what goes in and out of it.
And right now my cock is on the way in. So just relax and don't try to
fight me."

Peter felt the panic rise and take over. Despite his best efforts at
control, his body took over from his mind and he pushed as hard as he
could trying to expel the invader. Steve felt the change in the way
his cock was being held and smoothly moved his hips forwards driving
the whole length of his manhood into the boy. He then lowered his
entire weight onto the lad, pinning him to the bed. He lay there on
top of, and inside the lad while they both got their breath back.

"That was a sneaky trick," Peter gasped.

God he was full now, but Steve had been right, he could take him
without it hurting. However, he felt that if he didn't take a crap in
the next 5 seconds his ass would explode. Then Steve began to lick his
ear. It felt nice, until the tongue invaded his ear and seemed to be
going for his brain. He tried to wriggle away from it, but he was
being held far too firmly. Thus it was quite a while before he noticed
that the cock was no longer just lying in his ass, it was moving and
he was being fucked.

Steve's fingers had felt great when they had been massaging his
prostate, but now that big thick cock was firmly pressed against it
and its massaging was most insistent. God, he was actually loving the
sensation of being fucked! He began to match Steve thrust for thrust,
pushing back onto the cock, trying to get even more of it inside him.

"Now kid, you are mine! Not just your ass, all of you. I'm going to
fuck you every day. Your ass will never have a moment's peace from now
on," Steve growled in the boy's ear.

Lying helpless, being sexually abused in the most blatant manner,
while being told that his future was but that of a sexual toy for the
gorgeous hunk that was ravishing him, blew the poor boy's mind. The
next thing that he knew he was jetting his load onto the pillows
beneath him.

Steve was thrilled that his dirty talk had been enough to do the
trick. He thrust forwards burying his cock completely into the lad's
ass, so that he could enjoy fully the sensations as the spasms wracked
the lad's body. He loved the way Peter's orgasm made his ring feebly
clutch onto the cock that speared it.

Now Steve took the brakes off and let his body do its thing. The
thrusts of his hips were no longer gentle, instead they were the
savage ones of a man driving himself relentlessly to his orgasm.
Fortunately, all the man's previous efforts had loosened the lad
completely, and he could now take a more brutal fuck. Soon the lad
felt the cock inside him grow and then it came. God he could actually
feel it bucking inside his guts as it spewed out its load.

As they lay there, panting and sweating, Peter realised that from now
on life would never be the same again. Just like the day his cousin
had taught him to wank, there would be no turning back. He had been
fucked and it was addictive. He knew, deep in his heart of hearts, he
would always want to be fucked.

An hour later, he was lying in the arms of his sleeping lover with his
mind still in a spin and his ass feeling fucked. Then he remembered
what he had hidden earlier. Carefully, he disentangled himself from
Steve and reached under the bed. His hand soon found the ruler that he
had left there. With infinite care, he laid it on Steve's belly and
gently lifted the man's stiff cock onto it. He had to peer in the poor
light to read the measurement, but when he did he gasped aloud. Shit!
Had he really taken that many inches up his ass?

He returned the ruler to its hiding place and turned to face his lover
again. The stiff cock lured him lower and lower. Eventually the cock
somehow found its way into his mouth. After about 10 minutes of gentle
sucking its owner awoke.  Shortly after that, the cock was back up his
ass and he was receiving his second fuck.

The next morning, the DS sat wallowing in the depths of depression.
Everything had been going fine, until the Alderman and his pals had
returned from France, then things quickly went decidedly pear shaped.
He was now sitting at home, suspended on full pay, while an 'internal
investigation' took place. This he knew from experience was a
euphemism for a massive cover-up.

The news story in the local paper had been spiked after just one call
to the Editor. His DC had been threatened into silence. In fact, the
only person sticking to his guns was the manager of Hutchinson's. He,
at least, was determined to get the Alderman's lad. Even that was of
little comfort to the DS, as he knew all the charges would be reduced
until the boy only got his wrist slapped.

He looked at the clock, it was just 9:30am. The kids were at school
and his wife was out at work. Perhaps if he used the money he had
stolen to emigrate with his family to Australia...

The rattle of the letter box interrupted his daydreams, and he rose
from the breakfast table to collect the morning post. It was the usual
collection; bills, circulars, pleas from charities, a couple of
magazines, oh and his payslip. How many more of these would he be
getting?

He stood in the kitchen opening envelopes and dropping junk mail into
the bin. One of the magazines was a hangover from his youth, he had
subscribed to it for years. He enjoyed the advantage of the
subscription as his copy usually got to him two days before the
magazine hit the news stands. It was 'The Viper', a satirical
magazine, full of acid wit, which poked fun at those in high places,
and occasionally brought them down. As he needed cheering up, he
opened it and settled down in an armchair to read it, although he
doubted if anything would make him laugh. He smiled weakly a few
times, until he got to page five. Then his eyebrows took a leap in the
general direction of his receding hairline, as he read the article.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" he exclaimed, with some feeling. Then he began
to laugh and continued to do so, until the tears ran down his face and
his ribs started to hurt.

Back at the Fairground, the morning had started well for young Peter.
Steve had taken his revenge for being the recipient of a blow job
whilst asleep. He awoke first and craftily slipped the sleeping boy a
length, so that the lad woke to find himself in the middle of being
rogered. It was, Peter thought on reflection, a novel way to start the
day.

About 11am, the pair were to be found deep inside the ghost train
doing a spot of maintenance on a malfunctioning ghoul, when their
headsets crackled into life.

"Sid! Keep out of sight! Boss, get your ass over to the office super
fast, trouble is on its way. Girl trouble!" said the voice.

As they raced for the office, Steve gave Peter some firm instructions,
"Do exactly what I tell you. Don't question anything, just do it."

When they arrived at the office caravan, they found they had a few
minutes to spare. Steve sat behind his desk and pulled a pile of
papers towards him. Peter was parked in front of the computer, where
he tried to look busy. Peter never noticed that the door to the inner
office was slightly ajar, but Steve had eyes that missed nothing.

Eventually, the outer door opened and a rather flustered looking man
entered. He was followed by a teenage girl, who was most outstandingly
pregnant and obviously very embarrassed at being trailed around in her
present condition. Steve silently guessed how far advanced she was,
and tried to recall the list of towns that they had visited at the end
of the last season.

"Was it either of this pair?" the man asked the girl, not bothering
with any form of introduction.

The girl glanced at them and shook her head.

"Are you quite sure?"

"Yes," she almost whispered.

"Well, we will just have to get you to check out everyone who works
here until we find him," the man said.

"Can I help you?" asked Steve, in a neutral voice.

"Some male member of your staff impregnated my daughter last year. Now
I've caught up with you, he is going to have to pay for his pleasure,"
the man said, quite forcefully.

"Well, do you have a name or a description of the man? It might narrow
the search down and help us find him more quickly," Steve said.

"All that I can get out of her is; he is a sort of darkish blond and
answers to the name of Sid."

Peter's heart skipped a beat, but Steve didn't bat an eyelid. He just
turned to Peter and said, "Peter, could you fish out the personnel
file for Sid Smith, please?"

Peter got up, walked over to the filing cabinet and opened the drawer
marked 'personnel'. In it he quickly found the file, removed it and
handed it to Steve.

Steve opened it and glanced at the contents before passing it over to
the man saying, "Is this him?"

The man snatched the file out of his hand, glared at the picture of
Sid, then showed it to his daughter saying, "Is this the bastard? Now
don't you dare lie to me!"

The girl looked at the photo and burst into tears.

"So, this is the one, is it?" said the man, now taking a greater
interest in Sid's photo.

"Yes, sadly I thought it might be him. You see, your daughter was by
no means his first victim. Just before the close of the last season we
were approached by the parents of another girl. I fear Mr Smith did a
runner and we have not seen him since. Strange really, I owe him a
couple of week's wages too."

Peter sat frozen in front of the computer. He knew that Steve was
lying through his teeth, but it all sounded so genuine. He risked a
quick glance at the man and realised that he was slowly being taken in
by it.

"Hmm, so you say, but I still intend to have a look round your Fair
just to see if he's here."

"By all means," said Steve, "I'll get one of my security staff to
accompany you and then he can help you search through our living
quarters. If you wish you can keep Mr Smith's personnel file. After
all, we have no further use for it."

The man, now apparently in Steve's debt, thanked him. Steve radioed
for a security escort. When he arrived Steve gave him explicit
instructions to let the man look wherever he wanted. Then the party
left, with the girl waddling along bringing up the rear.

When they had gone, Steve got up and went round his desk to lock the
outer door. He then proceeded across to the filing cabinet where he
opened the bottom drawer and perused its contents.

"Gosh, only three copies left. We'll have to print up some more," he
said, to no one in particular, as he pulled a copy of the personnel
file of one Sid Smith and placed it with the rest of the personnel
files.

Peter gasped!

"Oh it's not the first time that an angry father has arrived, looking
for young Sid, with a pregnant daughter in tow, hoping for a shotgun
wedding," explained Steve.

"And you save him?"

"An interesting point. Am I trying save his hide, or am I saving the
poor girl from a very unhappy marriage to an unscrupulous little shit
who can't keep his cock out of young girls' private parts?" Steve
asked, directing his question to the slightly open door of the back
office.

Peter followed Steve's gaze.

"It's safe for you to come out now. I'm surprised the pair of them
didn't hear you drooling in there."

The door opened and Sid emerged. His face radiated only lust, there
was not even a hint of remorse in it. "Did you see the size of her
belly?" he asked, eagerly.

Steve's eyes lost their twinkle and became a little hard.

"So, once more you're going to have to skive off and hide with the
publicity unit? Dodging all the packing up, and I'm still going to
have to pay your wages."

Sid gave a lopsided grin and nodded. He realised he was pushing his
luck.

"This time you're going to have to learn a lesson. And that lesson is;
if I'm going to pay you, then I want something in return. So, get 'em
off."

"Aw, come on Boss, not in front of the kid here."

"Do it, or I'll call your future father-in-law back."

Sid realised that Steve had him over a barrel and quickly got out of
his jeans. Peter was slightly surprised to notice the erection tenting
out Sid's underpants. Steve, as usual missed nothing.

"You see Peter, Sid loves knocking girls up, the younger the better.
He finds pregnant schoolgirls a big turn on. One minute they are
virgins, then they meet old 'One Shot Sid' here, and suddenly they are
on a nine month, one way trip to motherhood."

Sid grinned in mock modesty, then Steve walked over to him and pulled
his underpants down, revealing a very erect cock. He turned Sid round
and bent him over, unzipped his own fly and extracted his manhood.
This he lubricated only with spit and he made, what appeared to be, a
most forceful entry into Sid's rear. Peter winced, as he watched Sid
take the big member in one go, but Sid didn't seem to mind. Once
firmly inside Sid, Steve pulled him upright.

"Now Peter, you like sucking cock, so I want you to go down on Sid and
just see how quickly you can make him shoot. It should be easy, he is
as horny as a fiddler's bitch. Then, when you have emptied his balls,
I'm going to give him a long, slow fuck, which he will hate."

"Aw, Boss, please!" cried Sid.

Peter, mindful of Steve's earlier instructions, quickly knelt down in
front of Sid and got his mouth round the bobbing cock. As it was a
good deal smaller than Steve's it was much easier to handle. Soon the
action of his tongue and lips on the smooth head of it was paying
dividends. Sid began moaning and writhing as he tried to fight his way
free from Steve's grasp.

Peter had just got round to admiring Sid's pubic hair, when the first
wad filled his mouth. Either Sid had not had it for a while, or the
sight of the results of an earlier fuck had really turned him on,
because he poured torrents of cum into the boy's mouth.

As the frenzy of Sid's orgasm waned, Steve whispered in his ear, "Now
Sid, that felt really nice for me, but not half as nice as raping you
is going to feel."

Peter watched in amazement, as Steve began punishing Sid with his
cock. The sheer ferocity of the thrusts gave him the willies. But to
his surprise, Sid did not scream and shout, he only moaned a bit.
Peter reached out and put his hand just behind Sid's balls. From that
position he could feel the savageness of the plunging manhood. He
could not fathom out how Sid's ass could take such a mauling.

After several minutes of royally working Sid's ass over, things came
to a climax for Steve and, for the first time, Peter got to watch
Steve having an orgasm. God, the way it made his muscles stand out! In
Peter's eyes, the man looked wonderful. A magnificent specimen of
manhood, completely aroused and in his full sexual glory.

"Thank God," murmured Sid.

"It's not over yet," gasped Steve.

"You can't want me to do that here. Not with the kid looking on."

"Oh yes I can. Besides, it'll do him good to know what'll happen to
him if he ever really makes me mad."

Confused, Peter watched as Steve pulled out of Sid. His cock was now
less than fully erect but cum was still oozing out of the eye of it.
Sid got on his knees before his Boss and reluctantly began licking
clean the weapon that had just been used to fuck him. Peter noticed
that he kept his eyes firmly shut while he worked. A strange thought
crossed Peter's mind, what did it feel like to be so humiliated, and a
shiver ran through him. As he thought about it, his cock became rock
hard.

When Sid was finished the hardness in Steve's eyes melted away and his
normal twinkle returned.

"So Sid, borrow my leather jacket, the skidlid with the tinted visor
and use my motorbike to get to Greg and his girls. Well at least we
should be grateful that you didn't knock anyone up in this town."

Sid, who was in the process of recovering his clothes and getting
dressed, gave a dirty snigger.

"I thought you said she was on the pill? How the fuck did you manage
to get a bun in her oven?"

"Oh, I didn't do it. You know that I don't like second hand goods,"
said Sid, with a dirty grin.

"OK, what did you do?"

"Well, remember I said that her old man had her on the pill? So he
could get his rocks off any time he fancied it. Shit, he even took the
funny ones out of the packet!"

"The funny ones?"

"Yeah, the pills come in kits, with some funny ones that let her have
her period once a month. Well, daddy dear
'forgot' to give her them, so she never had the rag up and he could
have her all the time."

Steve nodded and Peter's eyes bulged out.

"Now if mummy dearest found her with a packet of contraceptive pills
on her, then the game might well be up. So dear old daddy found a
vitamin pill that looked very similar, and he made her keep the real
thing in the vitamin pills' bottle. Then if mummy found it, she would
never suspect anything was going on."

"And you swapped her bottle for one with real vitamin pills?" asked
Steve.

"Aw Boss, you guessed," said Sid, pretending to look hurt. "So one day
soon, when daddy is having a quick table ender, he is going to knock
his lovely young daughter up. But of course, she'll never miss her
period. Now, I'd love to see his face when her belly begins to swell."

Steve shook his head in disbelief, while Peter was having trouble
getting his mind round the whole thing, after a moment he asked, "How
old is she?"

"Oh 'bout 13," said Sid, in an off hand manner, "Maybe a bit younger,
but no older."

Peter gave Sid a funny look as the thought suddenly crossed his mind,
that the cock he had just sucked had sired a lot of children. Then he
asked, "What was her name?"

"Polly, something or other," said Sid, vaguely.

"Polly Wilson, the little blond second-year?"

"Yeah," agreed Sid, tying his shoes.

"But her father can't be fucking her, he's an elder of the Church!"
exclaimed Peter.

Steve just laughed and said, "The holy rollers are usually the worst."

In no time at all Sid was gone and they were alone.

"All a bit of a shock to you?" asked Steve, pulling the boy into his
arms.

Peter hugged the man and nodded. His mind was in a turmoil as tonight
he had seen a different side of Steve. A harsher and more ruthless
side. He was now a little scared of the man.

"Oh, and thanks for doing the blow job on Sid. It was perfect the way
you just did it without protesting," said Steve, hugging him tightly.

Peter was confused by this, he didn't yet understand role playing, so
he just looked up, wanting to be kissed, and the man obliged him.
Maybe Steve wasn't as hard as he liked others to think he was.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Sure kid, fire away."

"How come Sid could take you on spit like that? I mean, you went in,
in one go. Didn't it hurt him?"

Steve laughed. "A while back our young Sid made a bit of a mistake.
There were no girls offering it around one night, so he went off with
this bloke. To cut a long story short, the guy talked Sid into a bit
of bondage. So when our little friend was securely tied to the bed,
the guy got out the can of Crisco and Sid has been a bit slack back
there ever since."

"Crisco?"

"It is a cooking fat that they use as a heavy duty lubricant when they
fist someone."

"Fist?" inquired Peter.

Steve explained the technical details of fist fucking to
the lad, who promptly screamed.

"My God, that must have hurt like Hell," Peter whimpered.

"Apparently not, Sid even said he quite liked it after the guy got
inside him."

Peter went quite white and decided to hold the question of what a
'table ender' was until another time.

Then, it was back to fixing the ghoul in the ghost train. While they
worked Peter mulled over some of the changes that had happened
recently. For example; he had discovered something about himself
recently. Steve fancied him, and in a strange way this gave him a sort
of power over the man. All he had to do was wiggle his ass at Steve
and the man became hot for him. As a result Peter soon became very
adept at ass wiggling and a most efficient little cock tease.

All too soon it was the last day of the Fair and things were rather
quiet. Most of the locals had had their fill and so the crowds were a
bit thin. Steve and Peter had taken the evening off to catch up with
the paperwork. They were sitting in the office when their headsets
informed them that the Alderman was heading their way. Steve
acknowledged the call and told Peter to go into the inner office, but
to leave the door open so he could hear. His only other action was to
reach into a drawer in the desk, and remove a magazine. This he opened
and pretended to be reading when the expected knock came to the door.

As the Alderman entered, it was plain for anyone to see that he had
been through a stressful time recently. His hair was quite ruffled and
his clothes looked like they might have been slept in. He accepted the
offered seat and glared at Steve.

"So, you've got away with it this time, I grant you. But you'll never
manage it again. You'll learn that I don't like being bested, lad!" he
said, by way of an introduction.

"Oh, you mean our contract? Yes, it is rather carefully worded in our
favour," replied Steve, amiably.

"Aye, and you'll never get it signed in this city again, not as long
as I have anything to say about it!"

 "Well now, let me see, we usually run a two year circuit. However,
given the amount of trouble that you are currently in, I strongly
doubt that you'll be in any position to do diddly squat about us
coming back," said Steve, calmly.

"Trouble? What do you know about it? Hey, just a minute, how do you
know ANYTHING about it?"

"Oh dear, you covered it up, didn't you?"

"What?"

"You don't play chess, do you, Alderman?"

"Eh! No, why?"

"I thought so, you only think one move at a time, while chess players
can think several moves in advance."

"Listen lad, there are only a very limited number of people who know
about this, and if you are one of them - which you should NOT be -
then I'm sure that the local police will be calling on you. Some
bastard has robbed me and tried to dump me in it. When I find out who
he is..."

"Well, you may rest assured that I never stole anything from you,"
said Steve, making eye contact with the Alderman.

As usual Steve's green eyes worked their magic and the Alderman found
himself believing Steve.

"Well, what is it that you know so goddamned much about?" he fumed.

"The corruption of officials? The selling of planning permission? The
bribing of the police? Need I continue?" inquired Steve.

"Mind your tongue lad, you can't prove anything of that and if I hear
you've been repeating it, I'll have your guts for garters."

"I take it that you have not yet had time to peruse your copy of the
latest issue of 'The Viper'," interrupted Steve, in a slightly
saccharine voice.

"Why should I waste my time reading that rag? It is full of innuendo,
unsubstantiated rumours, not to mention downright lies!"

"Oh come now, even you must admit that occasionally it hits the target
and some corrupt official bites the dust. Besides, I think you are the
first person ever to rate 2 whole pages," said Steve, sliding the
magazine over the desk.

It has often been said that, a picture is worth a thousand words, and,
as Steve watched the picture of horror that the Alderman's face
became, he could well agree with that old adage. However, he sat
quietly trying not to disturb the poor man as he read.

"This is totally outrageous," blustered MacSpirtle, "I'm going to sue
the bastards for every penny they possess."

"Ah, I take it that you have not yet read to the bit where they say
that a copy has also been sent to the Internal Revenue Service?" said
Steve, just a tad maliciously.

This interesting conversation was interrupted by the Alderman's mobile
ringing. MacSpirtle's face went pure white as he answered it. His end
of the call consisted mainly of monosyllabic grunts. After it was
finished, he got up and left, without uttering a single word.

Peter came out of the back office with a curious look on his face.
Steve just handed him the magazine and pointed out the article.

When he had finished Peter said, "Did you do this?"

Steve grinned and nodded.

"Hell! He's in the shit and no mistake," said the boy.

"No," said Steve, "He and his friends are finished. I was quite sure
that he would get his cronies to cover up for him. So I gave him
enough time to do it, before the truth came out. Now they have to
explain why they have done nothing when they were sitting on all the
evidence. The IRS has some sweeping powers, they are the ones who set
the fines. Alderman MacSpirtle and his cronies will not have two penny
pieces to rub together when the IRS gets through with them."

"And you did all this, just because he tried to get you thrown off the
site?"

"No. I did it all because his kid got away with beating you up."

"Shit, I'm glad you're on my side," said Peter, coming round the desk
and sitting on Steve's lap.

They sat kissing for a while and Peter was feeling pretty mellow so he
decided to ask the question that had been bugging him since Sid's
departure.

"Steve, what's a table ender?"

The man got the boy off his lap, stood up and locked the office door.
Peter's heart did flip-flops. He was about to find out what a table
ender was the hard way. Shit, what if it was something like being
fisted?

But, it was too late to back out, Steve was already busy stripping him
below the waist. Although Steve's cock was no longer a stranger to his
innards, Peter still required a bit of KY to get things going. As soon
as he was greased up he was placed on his back on the end of the desk.
He heard the zipper being pulled down on Steve's leather pants. A
moment later he found his ankles were on Steve's shoulders as the
man's cock pushed its way into his back passage.

It was the first time he had been fucked in a face to face position
and he found it quite a novelty. If he looked down his belly he could
see the shaft of the cock that was rogering him. Steve eventually
interrupted his view by leaning forwards and kissing him. Then a spit
slick hand grasped his cock and he knew he was about to cum. Being
fucked, deep kissed and jacked off all at the same time, makes
resisting an orgasm very difficult. So, fight it as he might, he was
soon spurting cum all over the place.

When he had shot his load Steve just kept on jacking him off. Peter
fought to get free but he couldn't even stop Steve's hand moving on
his cock. Suddenly he noticed that the more he fought the more
frenzied Steve's fucking became. Slyly he fought just a bit harder,
and Steve's manhood exploded in his belly. He had learned to love the
spasmodic jerking in his guts as his innards got hosed down with warm
cum.

It was a rather thoughtful young lad who got dressed and returned to
helping with the paperwork. What if, the next time Steve tried to fuck
him, he fought back?

Greg and his girls arrived back to help with the packing. Sid had been
put up for the night in a cheap hotel at the other end. Greg turned
out to be a bit smaller that Steve and, in Peter's mind, not quite as
sexy. He took a great interest in Peter and seemed to be summing him
up all the time. However, the work of dismantling and packing up a
Fair is a long and heavy job and there was little time to talk until
everything was finished for the day.

Finally, when the three of them were alone having a nightcap in
Steve's van, Greg spoke his mind.

"So, big brother of mine, you have finally found yourself a lover," he
said. This was not phrased as a question, it was a statement of fact.

This time, Peter was the one who didn't blink, he had wondered what
the name was for the feelings that he had for Steve, and suddenly it
was all crystal clear; he was in love.

Steve however, reacted by denying it fiercely. He totally pooh poohed
the idea and insisted it was just a physical thing. His brother looked
at him in a bemused manner  while sipping his drink.

"So, it'll be all right if I borrow him for the night, just to see
what the attraction is?" Greg inquired, lightly.

Steve was out of his seat in a flash and half way across the room
before he realised that his brother was pissing himself laughing. He
froze in mid-stride and went very red in the face when the truth hit
him. Peter was his, and his alone. No one was ever going to have a go
with him. For a brief instant he managed to conjure up the idea of
life without Peter and shivered. It was like an icy cold wind blowing
through his very soul.

"Steve, it happens to almost everybody sooner or later. Don't be mad,
be happy. You have found someone who loves you too and it's not every
guy who gets that," said Greg, smiling as he spoke.

After that, Steve became fairly quiet as the idea sank into his brain.
Greg left and the pair went to bed. Now knowing the truth and
murmuring, "I love you", to each other, made their sex life just that
bit more pleasurable.

The next morning was chaos. There was the frantic last minute packing,
followed by the cleaning of the site. Leaving a mucky site behind was
the easiest way to get a bad reputation. So Steve made a point of
inspecting the ground before they left and God help anyone who missed
any litter.

The slow drive in convoy to the next site took about 6 hours and only
a minimum of setting up was done before everyone turned in for an
early night. That night Peter decided to put a theory to the test and
as Steve made a lunge for him he coyly asked, "Are you after my ass?"

"Yeah!" said Steve, as he unbuckled the boy's belt.

"Then you'll have to fight me for it!" said the lad, defiantly.

"Fairy Nuff!" said Steve.

What happened next, was not quite in Peter's game plan. Steve just sat
on his chest, giving the boy a close up view of a very masculine,
leather covered bum, while he relieved the lad of everything he had
been wearing below the waist. This left the poor boy just dressed in a
T-shirt. Steve pulled his own T-shirt off, revealing his chest, which
he knew the kid adored. However, he made no effort to remove his own
pants as remaining partially dressed, in his mind, made him more
dominant.

Peter's legs ended up locked under Steve's armpits, while the man's
fingers first explored his ring and then lubricated it. When Steve was
good and ready he got off the boy and effortlessly manoeuvred the
struggling youth into position. Peter found that he was now lying on
his back and Steve had each of his ankles firmly caught in his hands.
Slowly, and grinning evilly, he spread the boy's legs wide. He must
have unzipped his fly at some point and lubricated himself as his
glistening manhood jutted proudly from his leather pants. He lowered
himself and the writhing lad was locked in position, while the eager
cock homed in on its target. Without any consent from the lad, the
rigid member quite gently penetrated him, sliding right in until the
boy could feel the zipper scratch against his buns.

Steve now pushed the lad's ankles down until the boy was almost
doubled in two and then lowered his weight onto him.

"So, fight me off," said Steve, grinning down at his helpless prize.

As Peter began to struggle, Steve's hips started moving. Just as the
boy had predicted, the more he tried to escape his fate, the greater
was the height to which he drove the man's passion. Soon he was being
pounded into the bed by the sweating, lusting monster that his lover
had become. Peter was curious to see how far he could drive the man,
but his lover's climax put an end to the experiment.

This was the first time that Peter had not been forced to come first,
and so he was allowed to fully enjoy the thrills of a man reaching his
climax. He revelled in the sensation of the pumping weapon discharging
its load into him. Even the sweat dripping down on him felt nice. Then
Steve totally collapsed on top of him. By now, the poor man was
completely relaxed and so Peter could manage to wriggle into a more
comfortable position.

"Sorry," grunted Steve, "I lost control back there, did it hurt very
much?"

"Nah, it was wild! Let's do it again," said Peter, earning himself a
weak punch from his lover.

Peter now wanted to explore another of his fantasies, so he insisted
that Steve straddled his chest. Then the boy took the limp cock that
had just fucked him into his mouth and sucked out the last drops of
Steve's load. Meanwhile he took his own little cock in hand and began
to jack himself off.

The view up Steve's belly and chest, plus the thought that the cock
now in his throat had just been up his ass quickly brought the lad to
the boil. Seconds later Steve felt the warm splatter of boy cum
hitting his back. Knackered, the man rolled off the youth, gathered
him up in his arms and went to sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day.

At first Peter hated the new site, mainly because everything was in a
different place. He commented on this to Steve, who just laughed and
told him that he would soon get used to the idea. But by the time the
Fair was erected again, Peter was too dog tired to care about where
anything was placed, apart from his bed.

That night Peter and Steve went to sleep without having sex, as
neither had the energy for it. Sid was in an even worse condition as
he had to work twice as hard for dodging off early from the other
site.

After a few weeks, Peter got into the rhythm of the job. He knew when
he would have to work flat out and when he could take his time. All
main meals were taken in the canteen van, the food was good and
provided as part of the job. Mind you, there were only three main
sittings, and if you missed your place, you had to wait until everyone
else had been fed. So Peter quickly learned the art of punctuality.

About a month later, the Viper did a follow up article covering the
demise of the career of Alderman MacSpirtle. After listing all the
charges he and his friends were facing it noted that his son was now
residing in a juvenile correctional institute. After reading that,
Steve pointed out to Peter that Angus was lucky to be so ugly as it
would save him from a lot of sexual abuse.

As it happened, Angus started out badly at the institute. His
swaggering, superior and cocksure manner soon made him unpopular. With
no father there to protect him, his fellow inmates quickly began to
show their dislike for him in several rather crude ways. Not least of
which was upending the poor boy in the toilets, inserting his head in
a convenient toilet bowl, then everyone using it as a urinal, before
pulling the chain.

He was saved from a lifetime of misery by one of the staff members, a
Mr Mackay, who happened to have a 'thing' about fat boys, he truly
liked them, but only as submissive sexual partners. Needing MacKay's
protection, Angus quickly learned how to keep his protector happy, but
alas in the process he became a tad too submissive.

Mackay was not a sadist, but what started out as an effort to ease the
boy's discomfort went much further. You see, when they met Angus was a
virgin and MacKay a rather well hung man. In an effort to assist Angus
in accommodating him, Mackay bought some rather bizarre toys, mainly
butt plugs and dildos.

Being eager to please his abuser, Angus quickly learned the trick of
relaxing enough to get these toys inside him. Unfortunately Mackay had
a lively imagination and an inquisitive mind, so he bought larger toys
and began to experiment. This is where Angus was too compliant and
failed to complain.

When the other inmates discovered the fate of Angus, such is the
innate cruelty of the young, that they bestowed on him the nickname of
'slack Alice'.

Eventually things reached the stage that MacKay could take Angus to
parties to demonstrate his new skills before an audience of those who
appreciate such talents.

What is interesting to note is, when Angus had served his term and was
given his freedom, he did not return home, he moved in with Mackay as
his houseboy.

As the summer progressed, Sid had to move suddenly on 3 occasions to
join Greg and the girls, when enraged parents arrived looking for him.
Each time Steve got his pound of flesh in return for Sid's enforced
holiday. And every time Peter got to join in the fun.

When it came time for the school year to start, Peter made his
decision and accepted Steve's offer of a permanent job with the Fair.

Every week, Steve made sure that Peter phoned his parents, and it was
during one of those calls that Peter was given the news which had so
shocked his parents. Mr Wilson, elder of the Church and pillar of
society, was in prison for incest. He had tried to force his daughter,
Polly, to have an abortion, and she had spilled the beans on the
subject of who the baby's father was. Apparently this matter, coming
as it did, hot on the heels of the exit from public life of the
Alderman and his cronies, was causing the town to closely watch all
their luminaries.

The season was rapidly drawing to its close and the wintry weather was
thinning the crowds. On one particularly quiet evening, Steve took the
night off and radioed Peter to join him. Peter who had been working as
a supernumerary on the Ferris Wheel gladly accepted the chance to get
in out of the cold.

Once inside the very warm van Peter watched in wonder as Steve
stripped the bed down to the mattress. He was even more amazed when he
was put to work assisting Steve cover it with a plastic sheet. He
glanced at the heater and that confirmed his suspicions that it was
full on. The reason for this was soon made apparent.

"Strip!" ordered Steve, as he pulled his own clothes off.

Peter complied and, when he noticed Steve was already fully erect, got
quite excited at the prospect of a novel fuck.

Steve picked up the naked boy and dropped him on the plastic covered
mattress, then joined him in a 69 position.

"Now if you want to do any cock sucking this is your chance," Steve
announced.

Peter thought it a bit strange, but there was no way he was going to
give up the chance of blowing Steve. He had just got into a
comfortable position to start the job when he felt his ass cheeks
being parted. Instead of the usual fingers he screamed as the unshaven
face of his lover rasped down the inner sides of his buns. Then the
lips touched his ring and all was forgiven.

Things were going nicely and Peter reckoned that the cock in his mouth
would blow in a few minutes, when Steve abruptly rolled free. The boy
looked puzzled and hurt, what had he done wrong? Steve reached under
the bed and came up with a large bottle of baby oil. Despite Peter's
protests that it was cold, he rubbed the oil liberally all over the
youth's body. When the boy was slick from head to toe, he handed the
bottle to Peter and told him to get to work. Oiling something the size
of Steve was quite a job, but Peter soon found how much fun it was. He
even made a successful effort to slip a finger inside Steve's ring
before Steve growled at him and he had to take it out.

"Right, now what do we do?" asked Peter, his task now completed.

"We have a fight to see who gets fucked," said Steve, with  a wicked
grin.

"Not fair, you're far stronger than me," complained Peter.

"The oil makes you slippery and very difficult to hold. So it will not
be as one sided as you think," said Steve, ending all further
discussion by jumping on the boy.

In the next few minutes, Peter found a new and completely delightful
way to have sex. Steve was right, he could not be held easily. The
feeling of sliding about wrestling with Steve's muscular body, and not
losing instantly, drove Peter wild. Several times Steve's manhood was
on the point of spearing him when he managed to wriggle out of Steve's
grasp.

A couple of times Peter almost managed to mount the man, with his
teenage cock thrusting so eagerly between those muscular buns. Later
Peter worked out that Steve was letting him go so far, but no further,
still it was fun to try.

Eventually it was Steve's superior stamina that won out as the boy
began to tire. He found he was pinned to the bed by sheer weight and
there the dire deed was done. Helplessly he felt the rock hard cock
seek out its goal, and once found, it was mercilessly thrust into him.
He tried to fight it to the very end, but as Steve was as horny as
Hell, the end came faster than the boy expected. Peter was held,
powerless to resist, as Steve's cock injected his seed deep into his
young body.

When the humping stopped they lay there, exhausted. Peter could feel
the heartbeats of the man via the cock still deeply embedded in him.
Slowly Steve rolled them over, keeping his manhood in the lad, until
the boy was on top. Steve then wrapped his legs round the youth's legs
and reached out for the young cock with an oily hand. As he jacked the
boy off, the man humped his ass with his wilting cock, until a jet of
boy cum arched through the air and landed on their bodies. Only when
the youth was milked dry did the man release his cock.

Cleaning the oil off their bodies in the tiny shower, took forever,
but it was fun. In the end Steve had to give in and let the boy blow
him before he could get him to bed for the night.

Lying naked in each other's arms was the best part of the day. There
they could talk, play with the other's body, go exploring for new hot
spots. This night however they were sated and talk was all that they
were fit for.

Steve suddenly said, "Oh, I forgot to ask you. Are you going to join
the buyout this year."

"Buyout?"

"Every year we book an entire small hotel, usually somewhere warm, and
spend the whole month of January there," explained Steve.

"I've no money," said Peter, and this was the truth. He had never been
given a wage packet, all his food was free and Steve had usually
bought him anything that he wanted.

"But you never asked for any money. Your wages are sitting in your
account and you have a lot more there than you need to pay for your
share of the buyout. So how's about it, a month in the Caribbean? I
think it is Antigua this year."

So Peter agreed, the season closed, and the Fair went to its winter
quarters. Peter spent Christmas with his parents, who seemed to be a
bit wary about letting him join the Fair permanently, but soon gave in
as the boy was so happy with his job.

January arrived, and while the United Kingdom froze in the icy depths
of winter, the crew from the Fair basked in the Caribbean sun. Sid
chased the local young girls and managed to get off the island before
any irate fathers arrived, machete in hand.

But soon it was all over and Peter began his second of many seasons at
the Fair with his lover.

                                 The End

My thanks again to Sue for improving my apparent command of the
English language.

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