throbbed with need, harder than ever.
“Then let’s get ourselves someplace where they can’t see,” Rory said. His hand brushed over Kyle’s cock again, making Kyle moan softly. “You know the Park better than me. Where can we go?”
“No. We can’t do that again, Rory. We’ll get caught... “
“We weren’t last time, and we won’t this time either. Look at you, Kyle. You can’t walk around like that all day. People will think you’re a pervert.”
“Well, maybe if you stopped touching me, it would go away,” Kyle answered huffily.
“Maybe I don’t want it to go away. I like having you hard for me,” Rory said. His smile was more wicked than ever. “I like it a lot.” He took Kyle’s hand and placed it over his crotch. “Feel that? I’m hard for you too, baby.”
Oh, fuck. Kyle’s body stiffened to the point of pain. On one point, Rory was absolutely right -- he couldn’t walk around all day with a hard-on. He had two choices, as he saw it. He could either punch out and go home, which he really couldn’t afford, or do what Rory suggested.
He didn’t want to admit that even if he could afford to go home without pay for the day, he would still find the second option the most tempting. “Fine, but this is the last time,” he said. Liar, his inner voice said with a mocking laugh. He ignored it and looked around.
They were in the middle of Fairy Tale Land. The closest attraction was the Pieces of Eight Pirate Ride. It consisted of “ships” that carried guests through a rollicking adventure complete with pirates, treasure, and booming cannons. It was loud enough to cover any sounds they might make, and had enough dark corners out of sight of guests and cameras to make a tryst possible. “Come on,” Kyle said. He nodded toward the back of the ride. “We can slip in through the back door. There shouldn’t be anyone back there. All the Actors will be up front loading the rides, or working in the control tower. Follow me.”
Holding his map firmly over his crotch, he led Rory toward the back door of the ride. He’d been right -- there was no one in sight, for which Kyle was eminently grateful. The last thing he wanted to explain was why he was trying to enter the ride building, especially while he had huge hard-on.
It was very dark inside. The onstage area was beyond a thick black curtain, assuring that no guest on the ride might glimpse the inner workings of the ride and have the experience ruined for them. Kyle led Rory down a narrow hallway and then through a dimly lit tunnel. Moving quickly, he pulled Rory onstage, onto the Pillage the Village scene.
In front of them was a crowded collection of animatronic buccaneers and villagers chasing each other back and forth across the stage, as boatload after boatload of guests sailed by. The familiar pirate music boomed from hidden speakers while periodic cannon blasts rattled the walls.
He and Rory ducked behind a well in which a hapless pirate was repeatedly being dunked by an angry peasant woman.
“Nobody can see us from here,” Kyle said. He grinned at Rory before both of them popped open the buttons on their pants, unzipped, and wriggled their pants down to their knees. They sat on the floor with their backs to the well, dicks pointing up toward the star-speckled ceiling.
God, Rory’s cool hand felt so good on the hot skin of his cock! He could smell the scent of sex, although he didn’t know whether it was his own or Rory’s, and cared even less. He reached over Rory’s leg and captured Rory’s dick in his hand, stroking.
“Fuck,” Rory whispered. “Like that. Sweet fuck, Kyle. Keep it up, make me come.”
There was nothing Kyle wanted more at the moment, other than to come himself, which was a foregone conclusion with the way Rory was jerking him. He was going to come and hard, and only hoped all the racket of the ride would keep his cries from reaching the ears of the tourists.
“Faster,” Rory hissed. His hand
“Then let’s get ourselves someplace where they can’t see,” Rory said. His hand brushed over Kyle’s cock again, making Kyle moan softly. “You know the Park better than me. Where can we go?”
“No. We can’t do that again, Rory. We’ll get caught... “
“We weren’t last time, and we won’t this time either. Look at you, Kyle. You can’t walk around like that all day. People will think you’re a pervert.”
“Well, maybe if you stopped touching me, it would go away,” Kyle answered huffily.
“Maybe I don’t want it to go away. I like having you hard for me,” Rory said. His smile was more wicked than ever. “I like it a lot.” He took Kyle’s hand and placed it over his crotch. “Feel that? I’m hard for you too, baby.”
Oh, fuck. Kyle’s body stiffened to the point of pain. On one point, Rory was absolutely right -- he couldn’t walk around all day with a hard-on. He had two choices, as he saw it. He could either punch out and go home, which he really couldn’t afford, or do what Rory suggested.
He didn’t want to admit that even if he could afford to go home without pay for the day, he would still find the second option the most tempting. “Fine, but this is the last time,” he said. Liar, his inner voice said with a mocking laugh. He ignored it and looked around.
They were in the middle of Fairy Tale Land. The closest attraction was the Pieces of Eight Pirate Ride. It consisted of “ships” that carried guests through a rollicking adventure complete with pirates, treasure, and booming cannons. It was loud enough to cover any sounds they might make, and had enough dark corners out of sight of guests and cameras to make a tryst possible. “Come on,” Kyle said. He nodded toward the back of the ride. “We can slip in through the back door. There shouldn’t be anyone back there. All the Actors will be up front loading the rides, or working in the control tower. Follow me.”
Holding his map firmly over his crotch, he led Rory toward the back door of the ride. He’d been right -- there was no one in sight, for which Kyle was eminently grateful. The last thing he wanted to explain was why he was trying to enter the ride building, especially while he had huge hard-on.
It was very dark inside. The onstage area was beyond a thick black curtain, assuring that no guest on the ride might glimpse the inner workings of the ride and have the experience ruined for them. Kyle led Rory down a narrow hallway and then through a dimly lit tunnel. Moving quickly, he pulled Rory onstage, onto the Pillage the Village scene.
In front of them was a crowded collection of animatronic buccaneers and villagers chasing each other back and forth across the stage, as boatload after boatload of guests sailed by. The familiar pirate music boomed from hidden speakers while periodic cannon blasts rattled the walls.
He and Rory ducked behind a well in which a hapless pirate was repeatedly being dunked by an angry peasant woman.
“Nobody can see us from here,” Kyle said. He grinned at Rory before both of them popped open the buttons on their pants, unzipped, and wriggled their pants down to their knees. They sat on the floor with their backs to the well, dicks pointing up toward the star-speckled ceiling.
God, Rory’s cool hand felt so good on the hot skin of his cock! He could smell the scent of sex, although he didn’t know whether it was his own or Rory’s, and cared even less. He reached over Rory’s leg and captured Rory’s dick in his hand, stroking.
“Fuck,” Rory whispered. “Like that. Sweet fuck, Kyle. Keep it up, make me come.”
There was nothing Kyle wanted more at the moment, other than to come himself, which was a foregone conclusion with the way Rory was jerking him. He was going to come and hard, and only hoped all the racket of the ride would keep his cries from reaching the ears of the tourists.
“Faster,” Rory hissed. His hand
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