JUST ANOTHER DAY (Cont)
We left the Tunnel of Love, enjoying the magical moments Scott and
I experienced. I never thought that little detour away from the
games and excitement would bring forth a new excitement in our love
making. Scott and I were holding hands still wandering about the
various venders and shops. While we stopped for fries and hot dogs,
Colt came and found us.
“Guys, I just went into the fun house. It was fucking cool. Y’all
have to try it.” Colt went into detail about his experience. We
agreed that sounded wonderful, but we were happy where we were.
“So, how was the tunnel?” Colt asked taking a bite out my hot dog.
“Did you make love like gooey eyed teenagers?”
I didn’t have to respond, Scott’s face said it all. While I went to
find the restroom from the beer I drank, Scott told Colt about the
tunnel and the various scenes we saw.
“But how can that be?” Colt asked upon my return.
“I don’t know, but I kid you not. Those people inside the tunnel
looked so real.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t believe how seeing some of those scenes helped us
achieve our goal,” I said rather modestly.
“That settles it. Where’s Kris, we’re going into the tunnel, and we
aren’t coming out until I bury his ass.”
We laughed at that, while I pointed in the direction of the haunted
house. Colt ran off to find Kris. I grabbed Scott and we went for a
stroll. “When are they going to admit they love each other?”
“I don’t think that?” Scott admitted. “Kris loves sex, and he uses
sex to show his love for his friends, that’s all.”
“You don’t think Kris and Colt would ever get together?”
“Nah, Kris and Matt on the other hand, had Corey never come into
the picture. Maybe.”
“I agree.” We stopped when we saw a sign that intrigued me, and
after doing the tunnel with Scott it was my turn to pick somewhere
So we entered the through the big curtain into the Freak Show. The
place looked rather empty, though there were six cages. We couldn’t
see what was in them, so we walked to the closest one.
Inside was something that I never thought I would see. It was me
and Scott standing outside the college having an argument. I
turned to Scott and he was just as speechless as I was.
We heard the beginning of the argument. “How are you and Hayden
doing? Did you fuck his ass?” I heard myself say.
“No, but what do you care?” That ‘Scott’ asked. We both knew where
this conversation was going, but kept listening all the same.
“Fucker, you are using him to make my ass jealous.” I heard that
Jess yell. I turned and saw that ‘Scott’s’ face, his eyes looked
sad, I hurt him with that one line, I hurt Scott. Through the
shocked and sadden face, that ‘Scott’ fired back with rage.
“Jess, are you fucking crazy? I told you I still loved Hayden. Now
back the fuck off.” Scott held me close and I was amazed that I
had tears in my eyes, as we both watched the scene unfold. We were
about to watch the most hated moment I ever committed.
That ‘Jess’ pushed hard against that ‘Scott’s’ chest. ‘Scott’ moved
back and wanted to run. ‘Jess’ tackled him and got him on the
ground with a nice struggle. “Bitch, you’re fucking with me!”
‘Jess’ slammed his fist into ‘Scott’s’ chest. I turned to Scott
and looked at his face, he saw regret in my eyes, and whispered.
I heard it that ‘Scott’ yells, “Stop it, Jess!” He was trying to
get up. ‘Jess’s ’knees had him pinned down; and he pushed ‘Scott’s’
face to the ground and rubbed it into the grass. Jess slapped him
in the back of the head with now anger.
The lights in the cage went off, and I sat on a nearby bench. “I
cannot believe I ever did that do you.”
Scott came and sat beside, holding my hand. “Jess, that wasn’t you,
you are kind, sweet and gentle, you just had a bad day.”
“Maybe, but reliving that moment is horrible. Honestly what was I
thinking then, how could you honestly forgive me after I did that?”
“I was thinking that you were crazy and not thinking straight. I am
okay with it, and since then; I forgave and forgot. We have
something here that is special, and better than one mistake, which
I know you regret. Come on, let’s see the next cage. “
I didn’t want to see anymore, but Scott kissed my hand and I got up
and followed him to the second cage. He was beside himself; I dared
to look at it. But when I saw the scene, I tried to push Scott
away, but he wanted to see this freak do his work on me. He needed
to know how lucky he and Matt really were.
I heard Lee scream “GET HIM!”
Scott and I watched. Dirk had a hammer in his hand, while ‘Jess’
picked up a shovel he found. They started hitting each other. He
managed to hit Dirk hard in the groin with the shovel, and he
dropped the hammer to hold his crotch. Scott laughed at that; we
both watched me fight back. Scott gasped when he saw Lee’s punch
across ‘Jess’s’ face, instantly breaking his nose. Seeing this
happen again, brought back painful memories, but I am glad that I
could share it. We watched the guys carry ‘Jess’ and tie him to a
steel post and cut away his clothes. I looked at ‘Jess’s’ body,
my body and how I would never have it again. I saw it was Dirk who
did the dirty work. Scott and I winced when the blade entered the
skin. HE wrote those words, those horrible words.
“Why are you doing this to me?” ‘Jess’asked the assembled group,
and they showed me the answered written in my chest. Quinn yelled.
“Admit fucking what?” ‘Jess’ asked. Vin dropped a brick over
“ADMIT IT YOU GODDAMN FUCKING FAGGOT!” Dirk shouted.
“WHAT!” Dirk threw three stones at ‘Jess’s’ arms. I looked over
and saw Scott crying, he held me close. “I am sorry, baby.” He
whispered into my ears. “I am sorry this happened.” I turned back
and watched the guys put a bag over my head. Six bricks fell from
the scaffolding, and Dirk, with his knife, jabbed it into my leg,
and pulled it downward to my feet. Quinn threw two rocks, one
dislocated my shoulder and the other nearly tore my dick off.
The scene in the cage went dark. Neither of us wanted to continue
this freak show, but we knew we must; Scott never saw this horrible
act. With much strength, we both got up and walked to the next
cage. I knew it was what I expected; me in the hospital.
I never did see this moment though. Scott was there with a lot of
stubble on his face. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He
closed the door to ‘Jess’s’ hospital room. Scott sat next to my
lifeless body. I looked at him; I could not bear to look at myself
in that condition. He held ‘Jess’s’ limp hand and stroked his hair.
Scott made me look at my body there. That ‘Scott’ pulled up his
gown to see his battered body with bandages all over it. Down his
leg, there were severe cuts. I noticed that ‘Jess’ was still in
great shape with nicely defined abs as always. I noticed that that
‘Scott’ had rubbed my dick. Scott beside me whispered. “I wanted to
see if it helped.” Time passed.
“I was a physical mess though, with all those scars.” I asked
Scott, my face said I wanted honesty.
“Babe, I will admit it took me a while to get used to, but they are
dead sexy now. I love them.” I smiled at him. “You are not a
freak, physical or otherwise.”
I kissed him, but Scott broke the kiss to watch the scene unfold.
That ‘Scott’ leaned over and kissed ‘Jess’ on the lips. I turned
to my Scott, and said. “I felt that.” That ‘Scott’ stopped and sat
back down. Tears flooded his eyes. “Dammit Jess, wake the fuck up!
I love you!” Scott walked up in desperation lifted that gown up
again and looked at my flaccid cock. He kissed the head of it, and
whispered when the gown went back, “I really love you.”
“Aw, Scott.” I turned to my Scott and he had tears in his eyes.
“Come here.” Scott came to me and we hugged as the hospital room
went dark. I tried some humor: “We’ve seen a lot of freakish
behavior so far and now we see the beauty and the beast.”
“Huh?” Scott asked.
“You fell in love with the freakish physical beast I became.”
“Oh, Jess you are hot You are sexy, and you are beautiful.”
“Hotter than you?”
“Well, no,” we laughed as we walked to the fourth cage, which made
me laugh out loud. Scott was the centre attention. Someone turned
on some music. It was playing ‘Happy Birthday’. That ‘Scott’ walked
up to Corey. ‘Scott’ pushed Corey down to have a seat. He started
singing Happy Birthday to him and trying to be like the famous
Marilyn Monroe. ‘Scott’ started throwing off his track coat, then
unsnapped his track pants to reveal a thong. I whispered to my
Scott, “You’ve got to do that for my next birthday.”
“Naturally,” he laughed. I started cracking up when ‘Scott’ started
rubbing all over Corey. Corey didn’t know what to make of this, but
Scott and I were laughing it up. “It’s Raining Men” came on which
‘Scott’ danced to doing his best, with me laughing historically.
What was funnier was my Scott now repeated the movements and made
me join him.
We walked on and started to like the labels of freak, we may be
freaks, but we love each other. The next cage lit up as we walked
towards it. Two men were coming out at the same time: ‘Scott’ and
An Announcer yelled: “Now for the Hottest Male Contest.” On stage
was ‘Scott’ in a tee and shorts. ‘Scott’ stayed in his shorts but
lost his shirt. He gave a brief dance that showed his best
features. ‘Scott’ then opened his shorts and flexed his muscles and
gyrated his butt to the music.
Next was ‘Kris’; he was in a tight V-neck white tee shirt and
shorts. He started out and then ripped off his shirt. He was
smiling showing off all his great muscles. I thought, knowing Kris,
he would lose his shorts too. He didn’t though. He just flexed to
Scott hit my shoulder. “Next year the three of us are going up
I nodded. “And we are doing a Full Monty, too.”
The last cage seemed dark, but as we approached two spot lights
turned on. It was Scott and me again. This time we were on a bench
outside of our house. This was weird because we don’t have a house
together. This must be our future.
Scott and I were naked in our backward jerking each other while
watching some great porn on a big screen television. I didn’t
recognize it from my collection though. Scott walked closer and the
DVD box was fabled: “Happy 20th.”
The image on screen was Kris and Colt and Matt and Corey engaged in
different positions. At that moment the ‘Kris’ and ‘Corey’ switched
partners. That ‘Scott’ and ‘Jess’ were loving every minute of it.
That ‘Scott’ laughed. “I cannot believe this is how Corey and Matt
spent their 20th anniversary last year.”
“I know,” that ‘Jess’ replied. “What freaks.”
“And what do you call us?” that ‘Scott’ replied.
“HOT!” At that, my Scott and I laughed, and enjoyed this little
When we exited it, there right in front of us was the games
Scott gave me permission to go around and look at the various
booths; eventually we found the good old fashioned ring toss.
The gentlemen handed me large weird shaped rings. It took me a few
minutes to realize what they were. Scott voiced my thought,
“Aren’t they cock rings?”
Then I looked at what we were supposed to shoot for; 50 dicks of
different colours, sizes and shapes. Scott pointed to a special
one, I knew why. It looked like his. The one next to it looked like
mine. We examined most of the cocks and we recognized many of them:
Preston’s, Brennan’s, Jordy’s, Kris’s, Colt’s Matt’s, Brad’s,
Corey’s. In fact, Scott and I could name most of the owners. This
game was fun. I nailed Kris’s and Corey’s but missed Scott’s.
However, he managed to nail Colt’s, Brennan’s and mine.
The vendor sent us to another booth we might like. It’s called “Pop
the balloon.” However, it was slightly different. There was no
gun at all to squirt in the clown’s mouth. I looked and noticed it
wasn’t a clown it was a human mouth. It was lower than normal. The
guy explained the goal. I got up on the platform, and Scott pulled
my pants and briefs down to my ankles, and started pumping my gun.
The aim was to spray into the guy’s mouth and wait for him to
explode. After a few pumps, I sprayed the target and within a few
seconds the condom shaped balloon got bigger and finally exploded
cum over the shooting area. We both received a prize, and we both
moved on to another booth.
We played each game, and Scott ended up winning more than me. After
that our path crossed with the Fortune Teller Tent, and we went in
but the women just spit out vague ideas about the future. So, we
just could have been reading our horoscope for all we knew. After
that we made it to the dunk tank, and what surprised us most was
Matt was in the seat.