"Dude! Check it out," one of the teen guys said. "That guy's totally whackin off in his pants!"
Laughter erupted from the group as everyone's attention turned to the completely embarrassed carnie. Embarrassed or not, he couldn't keep from rubbing the lump of his swollen rod. He was heading for an unstoppable climax.
The rowdy teens walked over to the booth, and Karen and Randy figured they'd better stick around and watch. Sure, the carnie was out to cheat people, but his brand of petty larceny didn't warrant any serious damage.
"Hey, how come you're jackin yourself off, man?" the biggest of the group asked.
"I don't know, I... I just can't stop," the terrified and aroused carnie stammered.
"You must be some kind of fuckin fag!" the boy shouted.
Randy had seen enough. He stopped time. The scene was bizarre -- there stood the carnie, grasping his jeans-clad boner with a look of pain on his face. All the teen boys, except the one doing the talking, were staring intently at his pants. Randy thought the teens needed to be taught a lesson, too.
He walked up to the largest boy and spoke quietly and firmly in his ear. "He's not the fag, you are. You're getting a boner watching him jack himself off. And when he shoots off in his jeans, you're going to climax, too, right in your jeans, whether you're touching yourself or not." He started time again.
"You just can't keep your hands..." the boy started, "off... your... dick..." He finished weakly, feeling the unexpected stirring of his own cock. He looked down at the carnie's pants, transfixed by his incessant rubbing. The boy's cock sprang to full attention beneath his baggy jeans and boxers. In a futile attempt to hide his condition from his buddies, he thrust his hands in his pockets. Not only did it not help conceal his problem, it actually accentuated the poking, blunt end of his tool as it began throbbing in tempo with the carnie's stokes.
"You gonna cream in your jeans, fag?" one of the other boys piped up.
"I... can't... help... it," the carnie said through clenched teeth, his hand a blur over the tightly stretched denim.
"What a dude!" the boy said.
The boy to whom Randy had given his instructions was starting to breathe heavily. His face was red and beads of sweat began to appear. He was about to have an embarrassing accident in front of his best buddies.
Karen whispered to Randy, "You're so bad." Then she giggled.
"You're the one who made the carnie beat off in his jeans," Randy shot back.
"I can't hold it!" the carnie shouted as a wet stain appeared on his crotch.
All the teen boys began laughing hysterically. All but one, that is. Unable to ignore the instructions he'd been given in a suspended state, the biggest and toughest boy in the group began ejaculating inside his boxers and jeans. He prayed no one would notice.
When the carnie finished his orgasm...
Sun May 13 18:26:56 2001