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“Get in the back with him, Cash and get him off. I want to go to the goddamn fair!”

Ben stops stroking himself for a second and eyes me. “Oh shit. I love the fair.”

I lean over and kiss him before reaching across the two of them and pushing the passenger side door open. They both stumble out and then fall into the backseat, the two of them moaning as their mouths meet in a clash of lust and need.

I hear a zipper being lowered and the slurp of a mouth, my eyes swiveling to the rearview mirror to see Ben’s head leaning back, his mouth open in a silent cry.

Fuck, this is hot, I think as I pull carefully out of the lot and drive toward my destination. It’s gonna take us about fifteen minutes to get there and Cash uses every minute of it to edge Ben into oblivion. He only comes when we’re finally in line to buy tickets for parking. As soon as I come to a stop, he explodes in Cash’s mouth with a strained cry, the tendons in his neck popping out.

He’s breathing heavily, his eyes glazed over as Cash sits up. He swipes at his mouth, his lips puffy, his eyes watering slightly.

“You better now?” I ask Ben, and he just swallows, nodding slowly.

I press the heel of my palm to my dick as I find a spot to park. Well shit. Ben is clearly feeling better, but Cash and I are worse for wear, the two of us having to tuck our hard cocks into the waistbands of our pants before we get out, lest we traumatize the people milling about.

Ben stumbles into us and we both place our hands up to steady him, Cash’s across his shoulders and mine around his waist. He tucks himself into our sides as we make our way toward the entrance of the fair. People are streaming in, and I feel excitement bubble through me.

This was a fucking genius idea.

“I haven’t been to a fair in forever,” Ben says softly as we get up to the ticket booth. There are a lot of people wandering around, most dressed in long flowing dresses and a few men wearing colorful joggers and eclectic shirts. I also notice there are a lot of pagan symbols hanging around necks and people wearing stones.

Hm, odd, but maybe this is a convention or something. One time I went somewhere and was surrounded by Amish people. They were on a tour.

It was pretty fucking weird, but also so damn cool.

Those fuckers don’t have cars. Just use horses. Pretty damn wild.

“Is that a crown of rocks?” I ask, taking in a woman wearing a long flowing dress and a bunch of black rocks on her head. Ben chuckles, his nose nestling into my shoulder, muffling his laugh.

“Are we fucking old or what?” Cash grumbles as we walk to the entrance, handing the young girl with purple hair and nose piercings our tickets. “Everyone’s sense of style is so weird these days,” he adds, and then I hear Ben start to giggle.

“Oh my god, Ford,” he says with a smile and a small snort. “This isn’t the fair you’re thinking of.”

My brows meet, and I stare down at Ben who looks like he’s about to start laughing. His cheeks are red and his lips are pulled between his teeth.

“What kind of fair is it?” I ask, and he points to a large banner in the distance.

“A metaphysical one.”

Cash makes a face, and I scrunch up my nose. “What the fuck is that?”

“You know, like healing stones and yoni eggs… psychics…” Ben explains and my mouth drops open.

“No Ferris wheels and deep-fried Oreos?”

Ben shrugs and then smiles softly at me. “I still love it. Love it so much.”

The way he says it makes my heart beat double-time in my chest, and I lean down and kiss him deeply.

“Your mom loved this shit. I mean, I didn’t plan it this way, but it seems fortuitous, right? Like she’s giving her blessing.”

Ben blinks up at me. “Yeah. It does.”

“What the fuck do you do at these fairs?” Cash asks as we start to meander, a man with some incense moving past us with a look of severe concentration in his eyes. Maybe he’s trying not to poop. I’ve seen that look before.

“I don’t know. I think probably go to a palm reader, buy some sex rocks…” Ben begins and my eyes widen.

“What now? Sex rocks?”

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