Roy and I crossed back into Tennessee on Monday, July 30th. I hated seeing that welcome sign as we drove past it. Nothing could have been less welcome at that moment.
Our first stand would kick off that Friday, August 3rd. By August 24th my adventure as a carny - all the friends I'd made on the crew, the man who was engineering my transformation from a boy into a man - it would all vanish in the rear view mirror of my life per the plans my parents and uncle had designed for me.
I dreaded returning to the life I'd known before, where everyone would still call me Eddie and expect me to feel right at home in that room. It was somewhat comforting that I would quickly be escaping that reminder of my boyhood for a dorm room at least.
It wasn't that my life there was miserable before I left back in May. In fact, I had been perfectly happy - if a little lonely. But it seemed so far behind me by then, and college really held no allure for me when compared with the life I was enjoying with Roy.
I found it more and more difficult to hold the thoughts of separation at bay, even in his arms. Part of me wanted to begin withdrawing from him right then, to get the lion's share of the pain and heartache dealt with while I still had his strength and wisdom to lean on.
And yet those were the very qualities that remained my greatest source of elation in our alone time. Somehow, once our sexual chemistry heated up, I would always succeed in finding a way of retreating into the mindset that August 24th would never come.
Perhaps Roy was experiencing the same thing. I don't know. I do know that by the sheer force of his will we got all the advance chores taken care of on Tuesday in order to have the next day off.
I awoke Wednesday morning with him cuddled to my back, the head of his morning hard-on firmly pressed to one of my buttocks. It felt incredibly reassuring and I simply lay there enjoying it.
Tuesday had been a back breaker, but I still saw fit to top it off for him with a blow job. I'd delivered it with such zeal that he could only slump back at its conclusion and helplessly drift off to sleep.
My mouth began to water again for the tart taste and thrilling girth of his member - and the joy that came with giving his delicious seed a resting place inside me. I began to fret over the inescapable fact that the time was fast approaching when Roy would no longer be within arm's reach to complete me in that way I felt only he could.
As panicky as I was at the thought of losing him, I resisted the urge to stuff my face again and chose to let him wake up on his own. His arm was draped over me as usual.
Eventually it drew me to him while he heaved a comforting sigh. He was coming to.
"I'm sorry...didn't last too long after you finished me off, did I?"
I wiggled my ass on his cock as he hunched against me and reached back to play my fingers over it.
"I didn't mind. You were tired."
"What time is it?"
"Almost nine."
Roy scooted over and let me roll onto my back beside him. I looked up into his groggy gaze and opened my mouth. He slowly leaned in and filled it with his tongue.
He pressed his palm to my straining erection and let me hump it while I received his sweet 'good morning kiss'. It lingered for the longest time. His smile radiated satisfaction when he lifted his face from mine.
"Mmmmm, you still taste like me. A fellow could sure get used to this."
"Guess I was pretty tired too...forgot to brush."
That was a lie. Once he'd begun to snore I simply couldn't resist savoring what remained of him on my tongue while I listened to its comforting rumble.
He smiled again and leaned in to nip at my ear lobe, perhaps to let me know he knew better. His hand slid down on my cock far enough to start teasing my perineum with his middle finger.
"What would you like to do today?" I inquired.
My hips began undulating in response to his stimulation. He slid his huge hand up from my genitals to my chest and pressed on it just hard enough to tease me with his strength.
"Just...be...with you," he sighed, his resonant baritone nearly a whisper.
I rolled his foreskin back and played my fingers over his firm knob. He moaned and leaned in for another kiss.
"Delicious!" he reiterated when he pulled away.
"You can have me any way you want me...it's all yours!"
He slid his hand down my modest belly and stood my cock up in the crook between his thumb and index finger.
"You sure?"
"Very!"
He studied my raging hard member for quite a while, waggling it from side to side under his intense gaze. Suddenly he shifted in the bed and engulfed it in his mouth for the first time since we'd begun having sex.
Till then he'd always given me a hand or his belly to hump for the purpose of getting myself off. I never thought he was being selfish or thoughtless but, rather, that he was indulging my obvious fascination with those particular physical attributes.
But there he was, nursing on me with a hunger clearly equal to mine for him. His suction was intense.
I knew I wouldn't last long. He asserted himself in a way that completely defied what I'd perceived as the natural order of our sexual roles to that point; the smaller and weaker in devoted service to the bigger and stronger.
My eyes screwed shut as Roy rapidly and skillfully pushed me to the edge. I whimpered and yelped in response to the zeal that emerged in his lust for me.
When I opened them I was shocked all over again by how small the burly man-mountain made me feel. How could a man this magnificent find anything about me to motivate such an act of submission?
Before long there was simply no room in my mind for such questions. He was pouring himself into his labors with all his might, and for a man his size that was a considerable amount.
I laid my hands on his head and cinched his beautiful silver hair up between my fingers. A deep, satisfied moan escaped him. He became even more determined.
It couldn't have taken longer than two minutes before he had the flashbulbs firing off in my head and I helplessly succumbed to his fervent ardor. I must have launched a good dozen rounds of ammo into the incredibly tight vacuum of his oral grip before regaining my senses.
Roy dutifully stayed down on me until he was certain I'd returned to earth. He came up with a slurp and admired his handiwork for a moment before flopping back down on his pillow with a satisfied smile.
Stunned by his performance, I raised up and rested back on my hands to get a look for myself. Lying on my lower abdomen - glistening to the root in a thick coat of Roy's saliva mixed with my semen - was my half-erect and fully sated cock. It was still drooling.
I looked at him, unable to disguise my surprise at what he'd done. He giggled and licked his lips. I dove in for a kiss.
Everything he'd just said about our good morning kiss came into crystal clear focus. The more I tasted myself in him the more my passion soared. He threw his arms around me and clasped me tighter than he ever had.
When I pulled away he smiled up at me and patted his belly.
"That was a mighty good appetizer, but I could still use some breakfast," he playfully informed me.
I ran my hand over the furry mound and swelled with pride at the knowledge that somewhere within its vast expanse was my load. A part of me was in him and I felt the bond between us strengthen beyond my wildest dreams.
He looked very proud of himself.
"Yes, sir!" I concurred in a breathy moan.
"Easy on the 'sir' stuff. I just sucked your dick, mister."
I was still somewhat in disbelief.
"You damn sure did! I never knew anything could feel so GOOD!"
His contented chuckle floated in the air.
"Luck of the Irish, I guess."
