"Johnnie's too long at the Fair, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Fantasy/Sci Fi
==Is there a Fair like the one that handsome Johnnie attended?
I know there must be. I can feel it in my bone. Read on if
you are over 18 years old.
There's this one boy in Johnnie's homeroom, Oliver by name. How could such a hottie get a name like that? Oliver was tall, about six feet. The contrast between his rugged, big boned physique and his sweet innocent baby face was breathtaking. Oh that sandy colored hair that fell over his forehead, seemed to point up those incredibly blue eyes. His smooth cheeks with just the faintest of blush led to the prince of his features, his full pink pouty mouth.
When Oliver came into the room he always seemed to stumble a bit. Johnnie figured that the big kid wasn't used to his newly elongated frame. He would smile at himself, then sit, straddling the desk in front of him, one long leg on each side. That splaying revealed his full pouch and Johnnie's cock lurched as the boy squeezed and resettled his equipment.
Johnnie longed to make a friend of Oliver, but the bigger boy seemed to hang out with the other tall jocky types. But like many kids who yearn, he had no idea that Oliver often jerked off in the school showers thinking about Johnnie. To Oliver's eyes there was no boy in the entire school who was cuter than Johnnie. True Johnnie's adolescence was a little slow in expressing itself, as he was on the short side, but his slightly girlish appearance battled with his young manliness in a way that made Oliver dizzy with lust. Oh those downy cheeks, those bright teeth and pink tongue and best of all, Johnnie's lithe body, so compact, so graceful it was music just to see him handle his body when he walked.
In spite of Oliver's athletic prowess he was as shy as young boys of eighteen can be when it comes to relationships. Sure he could shout and curse on the field, but off, he was tongue-tied. But when those tickets came in the mail, he felt this was a perfect opportunity to make his move.
Tickets? They were two red cardboard tickets with four perforated tab for four events. The tickets were free. The Fair was held downtown in one of the old warehouse buildings, an easy bike ride. As he held them in his big hand he immediately fantasized about asking Johnnie to go with him. He rehearsed his speech over and over again until he knew it perfectly; still when he approached the smaller boy, his chest and armpits broke out in heavy sweat. Johnnie smelt that elixir from the closeness of the two and his head swam with the headiness of it.
"Eh, Johnnie. You're in my homeroom, I'm Oliver."
Shit, this is going to sound crazy, he thought, as he continued. "I got these tickets in the mail. They're free. Would you like to go and check it out?"
Johnnie's face cracked into a boyish smile. He would go anywhere, anytime with this hunk. Without even looking at the tickets, he nodded up and down like a bobble head.
So it was decided that they would go on Saturday and that Oliver would bike over and then the two would go to the Fair together.
As they rode fast, standing up on the pedals occasionally to make speed, Johnnie called out, "let me see the tickets, I really didn't look at them the other day."
He rode slower studying the wording on the tickets. "Hey Ole. Is it if I call you Ole?"
"Sure," Oliver husked, enjoying the first step into an intimate relationship.
"These tickets say that this is a "lust fair". You think they'll have XXX movies?"
"Lust Fair? Pass 'em back. Let me see. Hey those tabs that pulls off for the events. One is marked "Handy Hands," then one "Rump Rumble".
Johnnie read the other two as they rode close together. "Master Massage," and finally, "Colonizing."
Oliver stopped his bike. "Maybe this is a perv thing. Maybe we shouldn't go." But Johnnie noticed that Oliver's pants were tented out in interest. He couldn't let this day fizzle. Whatever was ahead, he was for it.
He put his bare arm on Oliver's bare shoulder, electricity passing between them. "Don't worry big guy. I'll protect you. 'Sides I'm a little horny, maybe we'll get a good wank out of it." Then suddenly he realized that he shouldn't have said that. "I'm kidding 'course, I think."
There in front of them was the building. The address was over the door, but it was deadly quiet. "Maybe they closed up," Oliver said, scratching his thick hair, cut just then the heavy door flew open revealing an alcove, sort of a theater entrance. Everything was flashing red lights and weird music playing. In the center was a cashier's booth.
The two boys moved slowly toward the booth. It appeared to be empty, but then a loud, basso voice boomed out at them. "You two beauties here for the Fair? Too bad we are closing after today, moving to another city, I could have used you two. My staff is a little short."
They looked around trying to find out where the voice was coming from. Then Johnnie pointed down into the booth. There stood a little man. He was really little, maybe four feet tall. As they watched, he hitched himself up on a tall stood and they could see who had been talking. Yuck, he was ugly. Big nose. Squinty eyes and kind of a mean mouth. Right now he seemed impatient. "Give me the tickets so I can punch them."
His hand had only three fingers. Oliver noticed and whispered to Johnnie. "Maybe we should skip this. He's a freak."
"Don't mind my fingers. You boys are going to have a great time. There's no other guests here so you have the run of the place. Just head down the hall to the area marked Number One. Each of you take a booth and you'll get instructions from there on. Oh yes, insert the first tab in the slot before you enter."
There ahead, down the hall, lights flashing over the booths and then that voice again. "You, the tall one, take booth One. The other cutie take Two."
The boys entered the booth. Johnnie felt worried that he was being separated from his friend. But the wall between them was thin and he heard Oliver's voice clearly. "This is like a throne room. The instructions on the wall say to get undressed and sit on the throne. I guess they're goin' to show movies."
They both followed the instructions, Johnnie thinking 'in for a penny', besides getting undressed for gym and stuff was normal activity. He sat down on the throne. It was really comfortable. On the wall in front of him the dark screen flashed on. There seemed to be a series of stills. The first one was of three boys and three girls in bathing suits. They were really fine looking. The next still was of the same group naked. Johnnie's dick began to thicken and he reached for it. He noticed there was a tissue box on the wall and he had no double what they were for.
He settled down as the next picture flashed on. Two boys were kissing each other and one of the girls was on her knees sucking one of the boy's cock. Now Johnnie was really aroused. He called to Oliver. "Some hot shit, huh?"
Oliver must be enjoying it, he answered huskily, "Yeah, it's got me goin'." They suddenly he called out, "Hey, what's goin' on?" Then Johnnie heard him make sounds, like ooooh and whoa. The boy was having a good time in there. Then suddenly Johnnie saw that the front section of the throne chair had slid back. His heavy balls that had been laying there, slid into the opening and he felt a smooth hand gently pet his balls.
"Oh shit," he moaned out. And to the wall and Oliver, he called, "I'm getting' a hand job here. A good one too. How about you?"
The screen disappears and the wall, which was actually a curtain opened and there the two boys were facing each other. Oliver grinned at him. "Oh man, these hands are the best."
Johnnie was doubly sexed up seeing his friend in the throes of ecstasy. He looked so cute with his pretty mouth twisted up.
Then Johnnie stopped looking, those smooth, young hands began to slide up his cock shaft. His eyes closed as he lusty feelings swept over his body like electricity. He squinted at Oliver, whose head was thrown back and his mouth was open and drooling.
"If these fucking hands keep it up, I'm goin' spill it," Oliver groaned out.
"Let it go friend. I'm almost there too."
Both cubicles were filled with boyish sighs until finally, almost at the same time, they cried out that they were cumming.
When it was over, they wiped their deflating cocks and got up and looked at each other. "What's next Johnnie?" Oliver said. You sure screw up your face when you cum...but it's cute." Then he got embarrassed and turned red.
"You're pretty cute yourself," Johnnie said.
The voice boomed out. "There are robes on the hook behind the door. Slip them on and walk to experience number two."
On the end of the hall was a flashing sign, EXPERIENCE NUMBER TWO.
They tore off the second tab on their ticket that said, Rump Rumble. "What could that be? I don't hold with getting my ass entered. It's got a sign "Exit" but no "Enter", Oliver said petulantly, but he still slid his card in the slot. The door opened. There were two massage tables side by side. That was nice, Johnnie thought. They'd be together for whatever happened.
End Part One.
+++Part Two has to do with the boy's ends, not the story end, lots more.