Ducky Park
"I can do the control box," You tell her. "Just tell me what does what."
"Okay," She says. "My name is Carry, by the way."
"I'm Ricky," You respond, trying not to come off sounding stupid. She brushes up against you as she moves to show you the controls. You are somehow excited by this.
She points to the switch. "This turns the power on and off. It must be on in order to operate. It doesn't get turned off until the end of the night."
Her hand rests briefly on the knob. "This is the voltage control. Depending on how many people are riding, you may need to turn it up or down."
She faces you with her hands resting casually on her hips. "And the black button stops the ride, hit it in case of emergency, otherwise it is on a timer. Just pull the gear back and it starts."
"Okay," You say. "I can do that."
"Good," She says. She leans in and embraces you in a warm hug. The shampoo in her hair smells lovely. You hug her back awkwardly for a moment before she breaks the embrace and steps back away from you.
"Okay," She says; "I'll be over manning the gate."
She walks away from you and opens the gate for the six or seven kids who were waiting.
You still feel out of place from that embrace with her breasts pressing into your chest and her cheek resting against your own. Why did she feel the need to hug you, you wonder before deciding that it's best not to worry about such a thing and to be thankful that you had such a moment with her.
The kids are strapped into their cars, and Carry latches the gate shut before giving you a "thumbs-up".
You pull the lever back; it is a little stiff, but easy enough to operate. It starts slowly moving back to its original position as the cars crash into one another and the children laugh. Eventually the lever returns to its original spot and the ride stops. The kids sit in the cars for a few extra seconds before rising to their feet and walking glumly out through the gate.
You pull the lever four more times, and each time less show up. At one point ten minutes went by without any one.
"You want to go to lunch now?" Carry asks you. "It doesn't look like anyone is coming for a while. We can take it now."
"Sure," You say, realizing for the first time how hungry you are.
"Come on," She says, grabbing a key from the control box and an "Out to lunch" sign. She hangs the sign on the gate and the two of you walk off, you following her lead.
"You looked real hot on that control box," She says to you.
You shrug your shoulders. "It was a little warm." You say.
She laughs a little. "That's not what I meant."
You look at her queerly. "What did you mean?"
She takes a breath and steps in close to you. "I want to have sex with you," She tells you.
You swallow hard. You've only had sex once before with one of your cousins friends, and that was years ago. You feel your penis pressing up against your jeans and feel your face grow warm.
"Come on," She says, "I know a place we can go."
She takes you by the hand and you follow her both eagerly and apprehensively. She leads you through the park to a boat ride; the kind that goes through the dark where people usually kiss and stuff.
There is no line and she walks past a sleeping old man in a duck hat to board one of the little boats. She takes a flashlight and helps you on.
The two of you push on into the tunnel of love and go into pitch darkness. You sit there for a moment when you feel her press up against your penis. She pulls it out and takes it into her mouth. Your cousin's friend never did this! She rubs on you balls as the warm wetness of her mouth bobs along your shaft.
After a while she takes your pants off and then removes her own. She sits atop your manhood and takes it inside her. She bounces up and down atop you until you are about to explode and then she gets off of you and pulls on your cock until your seed has shot all over the boat.
You see light up ahead and Carry tells you to hurry up and get your pants back on. She is smiling at you when you finally exit the tunnel, you pants now up over the massive boner within.
She runs off when the boat reaches the dock and you clumsily walk onto the platform and back into the park.
As you head back to the bumper cars a young girl and her mother stop before you. The little girl is pointing at your pants, giggling. Her mother looks aghast. You follow her gaze down to your boner beneath the denim and the dark stain of wetness seeping through the fabric.
"I am reporting you, you sicko." The mother says to you. She turns and storms off, dragging her daughter behind her.
Security comes for you soon and drags you out of the park none to gently, but your mind is on that magical boat ride with Carry.
The whole walk home you think of nothing but her. When you walk through the door to your house, your father is waiting.
"What's this I hear about you jerking off in the Love Tunnel?" He asks, infuriated.
"I didn't masturbate," You say, "I was with a girl."
Your father shakes his head. "That's not what your uncle Jim said. He said it will be on the news and everything." He takes off his belt and cracks you one in the leg. "You sick fucking bastard."
He beats you again and again with the belt, your whole body stings by the end of the beating. The pain is a small sacrifice, you think, in comparison to what you and Carry had.
The news pegs you as "The Love Tunnel Masturbator" and people on the streets recognize you.
You try to see Carry again, but she tells you it was a one time thing only. Kind of like a welcoming to Ducky Park. She says that even if it wasn't a one time thing, she could never face you after what the news said about you.
You cry yourself to sleep at night sometimes. All thanks to Ducky Park.
"Okay," She says. "My name is Carry, by the way."
"I'm Ricky," You respond, trying not to come off sounding stupid. She brushes up against you as she moves to show you the controls. You are somehow excited by this.
She points to the switch. "This turns the power on and off. It must be on in order to operate. It doesn't get turned off until the end of the night."
Her hand rests briefly on the knob. "This is the voltage control. Depending on how many people are riding, you may need to turn it up or down."
She faces you with her hands resting casually on her hips. "And the black button stops the ride, hit it in case of emergency, otherwise it is on a timer. Just pull the gear back and it starts."
"Okay," You say. "I can do that."
"Good," She says. She leans in and embraces you in a warm hug. The shampoo in her hair smells lovely. You hug her back awkwardly for a moment before she breaks the embrace and steps back away from you.
"Okay," She says; "I'll be over manning the gate."
She walks away from you and opens the gate for the six or seven kids who were waiting.
You still feel out of place from that embrace with her breasts pressing into your chest and her cheek resting against your own. Why did she feel the need to hug you, you wonder before deciding that it's best not to worry about such a thing and to be thankful that you had such a moment with her.
The kids are strapped into their cars, and Carry latches the gate shut before giving you a "thumbs-up".
You pull the lever back; it is a little stiff, but easy enough to operate. It starts slowly moving back to its original position as the cars crash into one another and the children laugh. Eventually the lever returns to its original spot and the ride stops. The kids sit in the cars for a few extra seconds before rising to their feet and walking glumly out through the gate.
You pull the lever four more times, and each time less show up. At one point ten minutes went by without any one.
"You want to go to lunch now?" Carry asks you. "It doesn't look like anyone is coming for a while. We can take it now."
"Sure," You say, realizing for the first time how hungry you are.
"Come on," She says, grabbing a key from the control box and an "Out to lunch" sign. She hangs the sign on the gate and the two of you walk off, you following her lead.
"You looked real hot on that control box," She says to you.
You shrug your shoulders. "It was a little warm." You say.
She laughs a little. "That's not what I meant."
You look at her queerly. "What did you mean?"
She takes a breath and steps in close to you. "I want to have sex with you," She tells you.
You swallow hard. You've only had sex once before with one of your cousins friends, and that was years ago. You feel your penis pressing up against your jeans and feel your face grow warm.
"Come on," She says, "I know a place we can go."
She takes you by the hand and you follow her both eagerly and apprehensively. She leads you through the park to a boat ride; the kind that goes through the dark where people usually kiss and stuff.
There is no line and she walks past a sleeping old man in a duck hat to board one of the little boats. She takes a flashlight and helps you on.
The two of you push on into the tunnel of love and go into pitch darkness. You sit there for a moment when you feel her press up against your penis. She pulls it out and takes it into her mouth. Your cousin's friend never did this! She rubs on you balls as the warm wetness of her mouth bobs along your shaft.
After a while she takes your pants off and then removes her own. She sits atop your manhood and takes it inside her. She bounces up and down atop you until you are about to explode and then she gets off of you and pulls on your cock until your seed has shot all over the boat.
You see light up ahead and Carry tells you to hurry up and get your pants back on. She is smiling at you when you finally exit the tunnel, you pants now up over the massive boner within.
She runs off when the boat reaches the dock and you clumsily walk onto the platform and back into the park.
As you head back to the bumper cars a young girl and her mother stop before you. The little girl is pointing at your pants, giggling. Her mother looks aghast. You follow her gaze down to your boner beneath the denim and the dark stain of wetness seeping through the fabric.
"I am reporting you, you sicko." The mother says to you. She turns and storms off, dragging her daughter behind her.
Security comes for you soon and drags you out of the park none to gently, but your mind is on that magical boat ride with Carry.
The whole walk home you think of nothing but her. When you walk through the door to your house, your father is waiting.
"What's this I hear about you jerking off in the Love Tunnel?" He asks, infuriated.
"I didn't masturbate," You say, "I was with a girl."
Your father shakes his head. "That's not what your uncle Jim said. He said it will be on the news and everything." He takes off his belt and cracks you one in the leg. "You sick fucking bastard."
He beats you again and again with the belt, your whole body stings by the end of the beating. The pain is a small sacrifice, you think, in comparison to what you and Carry had.
The news pegs you as "The Love Tunnel Masturbator" and people on the streets recognize you.
You try to see Carry again, but she tells you it was a one time thing only. Kind of like a welcoming to Ducky Park. She says that even if it wasn't a one time thing, she could never face you after what the news said about you.
You cry yourself to sleep at night sometimes. All thanks to Ducky Park.
