Further along the midway, Casey wins big at Stik-A-Trik.
A Trip to Leatherland - Page 4
by Etienne
Series: A Trip to Leatherland
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At a dollar a throw, the Stik-A-Trik booth was one of the most expensive attractions on the midway, but it was a challenge that I , as a sporting man, couldn't resist. The 'targets' were a pair of well matched studs whose names, according to the information posted, were Chet and Wayne.
Wayne, the brown-haired one, was manacled spread-eagled facing the wall. He had a bulls-eye target painted on his muscular buttocks. A dart from a previous customer was still embedded in his right buttcheek.
His companion, Chet, was tied upside down to a giant pendulum, swung back and forth by the husky barker who was challenging passersby to test their skills with the moving target. A design similar to the one painted on Wayne's rump had been artistically drawn on Chet's groin area, placed so that the small, circular bull's-eye center was right on the fellow's cocktip.
The list of prizes that could be won included blowjobs, tonguebaths, buttfucks and so on. Confidently I paid my money and gathered up a handful of darts.
The barker was understandably impressed when he totaled my score, for I had racked up five for five, including three hits on the moving target which entitled me to extra bonus points.
"Wow, guy," he whistled after adding the figures, "you just busted the record."
"Luck," I said modestly. "So, what's the prize?"
"Thrower's choice," he said, reading off a chart on his clipboard. "That means anything you want. They're all yours for half an hour."
He unshackled Chet and Wayne, and handed them over to me. "You can use the space behind the booth," he told me.
As I led my two 'prizes' around the back, the barker busied himself tying two fresh human targets into place for the next customer. You really had to admire the efficiency of the place.
"What's your pleasure, Sir?" Chet asked.
I considered a moment; then, pointing at Wayne, I grabbed the base of my rampant joystick and wagged it at him.
"You," I barked, "take care of this for me. I want the knob polished and polished good."
As he bent down and placed his lips around my peckertip, I instructed his buddy to start work on shining my boots with his tongue. Soon the two of 'em were lappin' and lickin' away, happy as a coupl'a pigs!
After boots and cock had been spit-shined to a high gloss, I decided it was time to give the young studs a treat. Sorta like a 'reward' for doin' such a good job in the polishin' department. I still had about fifteen minutes left, so I figured that'd be time enough to throw a quick fuck into 'em. What the hell, they'd earned it.
Rather than just select one of them to receive my throbbing dork, I came up with a plan to allow both of them the honor of getting plowed with my huge boner. I made Wayne assume a doggie position on all fours, then had his buddy climb atop him, positioning himself so that his ass was directly over Wayne's. This placed both sweet 'n tender assholes real close together, one right about the other. The two firm, pale butts with the bright red targets painted on 'em were like homing beacons to my randy pecker.
"Okay, guys" I said planting my cock on one of the targets, "Get ready for fifteen minutes of pure heaven!"
I jammed by hips forward, sinking my shaft into the delicious butt and commenced a savage fuck, withdrawing my cock all the way and plunging it back in to the hilt with each stroke. After a few such thrusts, I changed targets, giving the other ass a few strokes; then back to the first one again. I continued this way, alternating between the two delectable sets of buns until the barker came back to let me know my time was up.
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31118azti - October 10, 2019, 10:12 am
Artwork unmatched!