You'll Go Down in History Ch. 02

But Diana raised her ass and said, "Make a fleshlight out of me, boy. I want to see." And I obliged, parting her cheeks and sinking slowly into her silky, hot pussy. I tried moving slowly even though my every cell wanted to pound into her and spurt right there. It lasted for about five thrusts. I went into overdrive, grabbing handfuls of her haunches and pulling myself into her. My glow began to spike as I neared orgasm in that long, nearly unbearable moment before the body goes full automatic.

Nobi said, raised on her elbow, watching, "This is like that strobe light at that club in Raleigh. So coo...."

Just then there was a pounding on the door and it burst open. Karl came in shouting just as I, too, burst in Diana. I didn't see him charging across the Airstream until he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me backward. I flung my arms out to keep my balance and landed on my feet, but my cock was in flashbulb mode and the trailer filled with blinding light and streams of my spunk flew over the bed, the women, the walls.

Karl swore loudly in his guttural language. Amongst the foreign obscenities I heard, "Get out!" And "You ruin my circus!"

Diana and Nobi seemed shocked and were scrambling to cover themselves. "What's the matter, Karl?" yelled Diana, "You ain't cared who I screwed before!"

"What the fuck, Karl?" added Nobi, "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!!".

"I tell you boy is trouble! Irene, the pinhead, think the trailer on fire and call 911. You no hear sirens?" Karl sputtered.

I did, now that I was listening. Growing close.

"GET OUT!" He said again, throwing my clothes at me. "Before police. GET OUT!"

"This isn't Croatia, Karl! You don't have to panic at the sound of sirens," begged Diana.

But Karl was having none of it.

The last I saw of the women was shocked faces with the random shiny spunk drop on them, distress in their eyes, anger in their voices as they berated Karl for throwing me out. Neither rose to help me, but argued with Karl in a way that signalled acquiescence. They were more upset at being dictated to than about the consequences for me. Carnies come and go, I guess. I clutched my wad of clothes over my groin to hide the light as I ran through the muddy track to my bunk. I was in panic mode, too, afraid to be found out, knowing I was in trouble, my well-honed self preservation instincts activated. A crowd of circus folk watched me run. I remember a glimpse of faces, some aghast, some laughing, some angry. There was no one to help me.

I dressed in the horse trailer, grabbed my backpack of meager belongings and hit the road again, slipping through the darkness along the river until I was well away from all the excitement. I guess I'm even too much of a freak for the circus, I thought. I wandered, a vagabond, and depressed again, drifting toward the coast.