Next Stop Funnel Cake (8 page)

"Where are you going at a time like this?"

"Relax. I'll just be a sec."

I saw him digging through our pile of clothes before he came back with lube and a condom. He leaned against my back, nipping my earlobe before whispering, "I've been waiting all summer for this."

The cold lube made me jump as it dripped down between my cheeks, and I jumped again when his fingers started moving in slow circles around my hole. He took his time warming me up and, by the time I heard the condom wrapper tear open, I was desperate for him to fuck me.

"Ready, Trav?"

"God, yes. Please fuck me."

Andrew entered me, inching inside slowly until there was no more of him for me to take.

"Man, you always feel so fucking good."

The trains swayed and creaked as we moved, the power of his thrusts pushing me farther over the bench. Of all the times I'd been on the Funtime Express, I'd never thought of it as a sexy place. I'd never be able to look at the train in the same light. Andrew slowed his strokes, reaching around me and taking my cock in his hand. My ass clenched around him as I felt the edge getting closer. His lips pressed against my back, and I cried out when he took a bite of my flesh, the brief shot of pain only making my pleasure more intense. I looked back at him, meeting his green eyes in the dim light.

He leaned forward and kissed me.

"I'm close, Trav."

"Me, too."

My cock twitched in his hand, his fist not even making it back to the base before I was coming all over the seat of the train. I cried out into the silence of the park, the tension draining from my body as the last waves of pleasure went through me. Andrew groaned into my ear, his body slamming into me hard before he came, his hips continuing a stuttering rhythm until he collapsed, the full weight of him against me.

We pulled apart and sat next to each other on the bench, kissing in between gulps of air, both of us still catching our breath.

"That was unbelievable," I said, letting out a deep sigh.

"Train isn't so bad now, is it?"

"I guess not."

"I told you the overalls were sexy."

I looked into his eyes and was desperate to change the mood with a joke. But I couldn't. "You're amazing, Andrew."

He looked shocked, but it melted quickly to a smile.

"Was that you being serious, Trav?"

"Yup. How did I do?"

"Not bad at all. You'll have to keep practicing."

"I'll get right on that. Right after I clean up the mess we just made."

He laughed and mussed my already disheveled hair.

"Well, it was nice while it lasted."

"What do you mean you don't want to celebrate? It's a big deal."

"Getting an A on some tests isn't that big of a deal. Nerds have been doing it for years."

"Very funny, Travis. You don't need to downplay all your accomplishments. Getting straight As on your finals deserves at least a cake or something."

I looked up from the television and decided to put an end to Andrew's party fantasies.

"Look, I'm only done with one year of school. I still have another two semesters to go. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Besides, I'm back to full time at the park in a week. There won't be any time."

"Oh, I think we'll find some time." Andrew smiled, suppressed laughter just below the surface.

I stood up, dread washing through me. "What did you do?"

He pulled me into his arms, as if a hug would make me forget the mischievous look on his face.

"I may have already planned something. With Nick. At his place. And everyone we invited already said yes. So..."

"I can't believe you did that. More importantly, I can't believe Clayton didn't say anything."

"I swore him to secrecy. Besides, he's still a little pissed at you for moving out and leaving him without a roommate."

I wiggled free from Andrew's arms and made a beeline for the fridge. "Please, he was alone for all of two weeks before that Steve guy moved in." I kept staring at the leftovers and bottles of water, even though I wasn't really hungry or thirsty. Andrew pulled me back, and I let the door fall closed.

"It's going to be fun, and you're going to be a good sport about the whole thing."

"Oh, I am? Now, why would I do that?"

"Because you're a good guy and you wouldn't want me and Nick to feel bad after all the work we put into this."

His face was so genuine, I had to bite my tongue to keep the snarky retort from coming out. "Fine. If I must, then I must. But I might need a little more incentive...I mean, if you want me to really have a good time."(

Andrew pulled me into his arms, kissing my neck, just below my ear.

"What kind of incentive are you looking for, Travis?"

Before I could answer, his lips were on mine, his hands cupping my ass.

"I'm sure I could think of something," I said.

"Well, while you're doing that..."

He crooked a finger in the neck of my T-shirt and kissed the exposed skin. I felt my cock stir in my pants and let out a sigh.

"Think of anything yet?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes. I have."

"Do tell."

I smiled and gave his lips a quick peck.

"I want a funnel cake machine."

"Very funny, Trav."

"No, I'm serious. Nick has one."

He ran his hand over my bulging cock and gave it a squeeze. "I really thought you were going to say something else."

"Oh, I want that, too, but I thought we were talking about my party."

"Sure, you did. Smart ass."

He gave my butt a swat and started pulling me toward the bedroom.

"Sorry, Andrew. I told you, I'm still working on it."

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Heidi Champa is a typical last-born child. Snarky, attention-seeking and rebellious, she started to create dirty stories to keep herself out of real trouble. Having tried her hand at a million terrible jobs, she bought herself a laptop and finally started typing up those handwritten tales. After much deliberation, she started to let other people read her work.

In addition to her flare with the written word, she knows every sentence of the movie
Clue
by heart and bakes a mean Funny Cake. When she is not writing, she can be found reading, hiking or filling her iPod with more music. Her life has taken her all over the world, but a piece of her heart will always be in Australia. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband. Her greatest wish is that her sarcasm would translate better in the written form.

Find her online at heidichampa.blogspot.com.

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