Ferris Wheel

Posted on: March 27, 2009
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Bright lights and frenzied sounds surrounded me as I handed my $3.50 to the man behind the counter. In return, I received a huge mound of pink cotton candy swirled around a thin wooden stick. I walked away from the concession stand to explore the barrage of sensory delights, taking occasional bites from the cotton candy that melted onto my tongue the very second that contact was made. The sugary sweet snack added to my heightened senses. It was the opening night of the state fair, and I planned to take full advantage of all of the flashy entertainment offered. I ambled around the fair with my cotton candy in hand, using my tickets to see the random freak show installations along the trail. Most of them involved Paleozoic creatures that had been found hidden deep in the jungles of the Amazon and Congo. These supposed prehistoric creatures didn’t seem to be any different from your everyday lizard or large snake, but I was willing to suspend reality for a while and thoroughly enjoy myself. Fairs, carnivals, and circuses have fascinated me since I was a child. I’ve never grown tired of them, despite the high number of them that I’ve attended and my increasing age. I enjoy anything that makes me feel youthful once again. Once I hit my mid-twenties, I started to feel much older. The state fair, then, was a good way for me to recapture a sense ...

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Public Toilet Encounter

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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I was walking home from work through the park late one afternoon feeling extremely horny. I had not masturbated for about three days because my girlfriend’s parents were staying with us and in between working and showing them around town I had no time to myself. I took the long way home so I could stop by the public toilets in the park, to read the things written on the walls while stroking a quick load off, as I sometimes do. My girlfriend doesn’t know it but I love cock. Especially the anonymous, no-strings-attached kind I’ve now and then sought in public places known for that type of activity, I think they call it cottaging in England. As I neared the old brick building in the far corner of the park I looked around and the only person in the park was a man on the other side of the park jogging. I skirted the fence and discreetly slipped inside the male side of the toilet. I entered the second cubical and closed the door behind me. The stall was filthy and had a foul, musty smell. The floor was wet and the walls and door were covered in messages left by men seeking sex. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers and underpants fall to the floor. Sitting on the toilet holding my erect penis I read the messages and began to stroke. The dirty, stinking atmosphere of the dark toilet cubical aroused me and instantly brought me close ...

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The Hammer

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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The Hammer: Part IBy Mr. KinkThe bell rang for the end of another day at school. I had been daydreaming about a guy on the football team everyone loved. If you saw him you would know why. Standing at six feet and two inches, muscular, dark piercing eyes and a five o’clock shadow that always seemed to linger on his chiseled jaw, his name was Riley but everyone called him the hammer. Riley was the king of our school, he got on the honor roll every semester, quarterback of the football team and he had fucked almost all the girls in my graduating class, a real man’s man. The bell had rang but I needed to stay behind. My dick was so hard inside my jeans, I didn’t want to embarrass myself by walking out of the class room into a hallway of people with a raging boner trying to escape my pants.So I sat there as the classroom emptied and soon I was alone with my cock too hard to walk. I finally got up the courage and walked into the hallway with a jacket over my arm and I crossed my arms in front of me so as not to draw attention. I made my way to the boy’s room and into one of the stalls. Now I had some privacy. I leaned against a wall in the stall and unzipped my pants. I rubbed my meat that already had pre-cum oozing out of the tip, wiping it up ...

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