The Carnival Worker - Part 1

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If you ask anybody who grew up in the small town that I'm from, what they remember most about their childhood, the vast majority would tell you about the carnival.

Nothing happened where I came from. In total, only around two thousand people actually lived in the area, and most of them were old. The handful of kids that did exist there, spent the entire childhood doing the same old mundane shit that their parents did, and their parents before them, and so on, so forth for generations.

The only glimmer of excitement that happened there, was on the first two weeks of the summer vacation. Kids would be literally pissing their pants for those big trucks to drive through the town, and every single one of them would chase them all the way toward the old brick yard, which sat right next to my house.

It would take the carnival guys a few nights to get the whole thing set up, and I had the best seat in the house. I'd watch them out the window for hours, and was usually the first one on the rides as soon as the gate opened.

My mom and dad were pretty welcoming people, and would often invite the guys over for snacks, refreshments and to use the bathroom, that sort of thing. We got to know them all pretty well, and in return, I got to ride for free. What more could a kid ask for?

It continued for years, but the older I got, the less enthused I became about the carnival. Younger kids lined up outside my house instead, and I no longer watched for hours out the window. It was sad really, like a reminder that my childhood was over, but the carnival guys continued to use our house as a base.

They'd been there for two days already, and I bumped into a few familiar faces downstairs as my mom did her best to prepare mountains upon mountains of food for them. One person who I hadn't seen before, was a young man who I later learned was named Daryl.

He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. He had black hair that was a little shaggy, and reminded me of Joseph Gordon-Levitt, who I had a secret crush on at the time. Don't ask.

My dad had explained to me one day that the carnival workers had a tough life. Most of them didn't have permanent homes so instead, they spent their lives on the road. They were tough, too. They didn't take shit from anyone, and I guess all the physical work that they did made most of them even tougher.

Daryl looked a little older than me, and the first night I saw him standing next to his brother in my kitchen, he wore a white t-shirt that had oil stains on it, and a pair of tattered denim jeans. His hands were stained, his knuckles, grazed and his fingernails packed with oil and muck. A real Prince Charming, huh?

He had a funny accent, but it suited him, and every time I looked over at him, he was chewing on a cocktail stick. For some reason, Daryl fascinated me.

I tried to ignore him, though not in a rude way. Being gay wasn't something that anybody in my town would have taken kindly to, so it was something that I was determined to hide until I managed to get out of there. Drooling over a carnival worker certainly wasn't going to help my chances in that department, but suddenly I was bumping into Daryl wherever I went.

He seemed to be in my house more than I was in my house. Every morning he stood at the back door drinking coffee that my mom made him. Every afternoon he'd fill himself with sandwiches in the kitchen. Every evening he'd take a plate of whatever was cooking, but it was later in the night when I had my first real encounter with Daryl.

I'd been out with a couple of friends for most of the day and by the time I got home, all I wanted to do was shower and go to bed. I mindlessly trawled the stairs, grabbed a towel and walked straight into the bathroom where I stumbled upon a completely naked young man, and my jaw dropped.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry!" I gasped, turning on my heel instantly.

I got out of there quickly, but I'd already seen it all. I felt ridiculous, yet I couldn't get the image of Daryl's nakedness from my mind.

He was even more beautiful naked than he was clothed. His body was slim, yet etched with muscle, and his cock... Holy shit, his cock.

I refused to bump into him for a few days after that. I'd check the kitchen from the crack in the door before going inside. I'd peer out the top window to see if I could see him over at the carnival to avoid any awkward encounters, but it only lasted so long, and on the Friday night, I walked straight into him in the hall.

"Oh... Uh... Sorry about the other night" I grimaced, "I wasn't even thinking... I should have knocked".

"It's your house" the stunning young man shrugged, and grinned with a set of pearly white teeth.

"I... Yeah, but... Sorry anyway".

I turned to walk away, feeling ridiculous once again, until Daryl spoke, and everything changed.

"Did you like what you saw?"