[Fiction] My Crazy Life: High School Field Trip

[Duckers]

As we waited for Mrs. D to work her way through the group sales ticket line, it continued to sprinkle, which caused everyone to grumble about the weather. The ticket sales lines were extremely short today, which was probably because of the weather. It was still before 10a.m., but I could see people passing through the entrance gates. I guess they went ahead and let people in this close to opening time.

Our group was just mulling around, and no one really looked all that thrilled to be there. Tommy's forehead was pink from scrubbing, but “BAAAD BOY” was still visible. Now he was trying to brush his hair down to cover it. Someone had asked one of the workers who was changing bags in trashcans about the weather forecast, and he said that it was supposed to be like this for most of the day. Everyone groaned.

Dana was leaning against me lightly, and I could tell that she had her bra back on. She had a small bottle of sunscreen out and was applying it to her face. When she offered the bottle to me, I shrugged and squirted some out. Maybe being optimistic would help chase the rain away. While I was rubbing in the sunscreen, I noticed Kathy and her guy off to the side. She was all smiles again, wearing what I would call her “cheerleader face”. I was glad to note that her shorts appeared to be dry also. As far as I knew, everyone managed to get to a rest room in time. If the park had been another five miles away, there would have been major trouble.

Mrs. D and Mr. Thompson came walking back to us counting the tickets. I hadn't realized that he had been over there with him. Once they were satisfied that there were enough tickets for everyone, they started passing out the tickets. Jenny Thompson was holding a large envelope, which I assume had the extra money in.

Once they were finished with the tickets, Mrs. Davis laid down a few rules. We had to meet at 2pm near the observation tower, which was more or less in the central hub of the park. After that, we were free until everyone found their way back to the buses. The park was scheduled to close at 10pm that night. One of the chaperones would end up near the observation tower at the top of each hour, which luckily didn't include me, in case someone ran into a problem. “The lady in the ticket booth said that the rain was supposed to blow over shortly.” Everyone cheered at that. Her forecast was better than the garbage guy's at least. “And it turns out that everyone will get an extra $30 in spending money, so be sure to thank Mr. Kirk.” More cheering.

The money was passed out, and we headed to the gate. Dana and I were towards the front of the group, so we were also one of the first to enter. Straight ahead there was a huge fountain which the observation deck rose from the middle of. The fountain was at least a three hundred feet long and one hundred feet wide. On either side of the fountain there was a walkway with rows of shops.

“Want to see if the shops are open. I promised myself a hat.” I offered Dana my hand.

“Okay,” She took my hand and we went walking up the left side.

Yep, the shops were open, so we entered one of the larger stores on that side. The selection of hats was pretty craptastic though. Dana went to look at the shirts, and I could tell by looking that the selection of shirts dwarfed the selection of hats.

After a few minutes, I decided to check another shop. There was a girl about my age straightening up some of the merchandise nearby. “Excuse me, I'm trying to find a hat. Do any of the other stores have a different selection?”

“Yes, the gift shops near each coaster has hats specifically for that coaster. But if you continue up the street, there's a store that only sells hats.”

I thanked her and told Dana. She had found a shirt that she liked, but she didn't want to carry it around all day. So we agreed to come back this evening.

The shops had awnings on the front of them which meant that there was a dry path to walk. We passed a candy shop, a toy shop, and a place that would sell pizza later in the day. And there was the hat shop.

“Wow!”

“Do you think you can find a hat in here?” Dana appeared to be as amazed as I was.

“I hope so.” For a store that sold hats, it was pretty big. There were animal-shaped hats, hats bearing the logo of the park or the different rides, funny hats, formal hats with flowers, souvenir batting helmets made from hard plastic, and baseball caps with the logo for various basketball teams. When I saw that they had a few for the basketball team that matched my t-shirt, I made a bee-line straight to them.

I don't think that I took very long to make my choice, but Dana kept bringing goofy hats to stick on my head. She thought I should get a Cat-in-the-Hat hat, which I'll admit was funny. It was much better than the flowered hat she stuck on me first. I finally decided on a black hat with the same basketball logo that my shirt was sporting. I paid for the hat, and it managed to eat up almost half of my extra money.

Back outside, I took the receipt out of the bag and put it in my pocket. There was probably no need to keep it, but I was paranoid about being accused of stealing things. Not sure why since I don't think I have ever knowing shoplifted something in my life. After I had removed the tags, I began the hat-fitting ritual.

Dana quickly became amused with how much I fiddled with that hat. First I had adjusted the band until it fit right, then I started working on the bill. Most hats have a bill that's pretty flat, so I worked on rounding it. I'd like to say that there's some logical reasoning behind why you curve the bill of a hat, but it boils down to the fact that a flat bill looks totally shitty. If you like flat bills, that's your choice. But your hat looks shitty. Sorry.

Now that I had my hat fixed, we decided to ride the elevator up in the observation tower. I had been up there once, but it had been years before, which meant that I didn't really remember it. Like I mentioned before, the observation sat out in the middle of the fountain, and it was modeled to look like Seattle's Space Needle. We crossed out on the walkway leading over to the tower and waited in line briefly. There were two elevators, and we boarded the second one that arrived.

Unfortunately, the elevator wasn't empty. During the brief wait out in the rain, I had entertained ideas of cornering Dana in an empty elevator car. Heck, the car even had an attendant, who recited information about the tower, the park, and a few of the more famous rides. He also fielded a couple questions, and I was tempted to ask him how many times he had to recite all that per day.

As soon as the doors opened at the top, the wind hit us. I adjusted my cap again to make sure that it didn't blow away. It wouldn't have gotten far because the entire deck was enclosed in bars. We spent a few minutes just admiring the view, then I started pointing out some of the major attractions. From this height, you could see how different paths radiated out from the tower to different parts of the park. It looked like the spokes on a bicycle wheel.

The inside of the knock-off Needle looked like it had been freshly painted, which had probably be done in the off-season. Given how early in the season this trip was, it wasn't surprising that the paint still looked fresh. By the end of the summer I'm sure the paint would have started looking worn. Not to mention that there would have been initials carved into the walls.

One of those pay-per-view telescopes became vacant, and I deposited a quarter in it. (I think those damned things cost seventy-five cents now. The next time I go they'll probably have a place to swipe your credit card.) Dana used it to take a closer look at some of the rides I had pointed out. After a few minutes, Dana let me have a turn. Instead of looking at the rides, I looked at people walking around in the park. It was after 10 now, so the park was officially open. People didn't appear to be on many of the rides yet, but that might be the weather's fault. Then I saw Jimmy, Angel, Horse Dick, and their group. Uggg! Just my luck. The telescope went black.

I heard the elevator doors close behind us, and I turned around to discover that we were alone on this side of the tower. What the hell? I stepped over to Dana and pulled her around to face me. She looked shocked, then I kissed her. When we parted, she didn't look shocked anymore. She pressed herself up against me and kissed me back. Once the elevator came back, there were too many people around, so we rode it down.

Back outside, it seemed to be raining a little harder, but the wind wasn't as noticeable down here.

“What should we ride?” Dana asked. We were holding hands as we strolled away from the tower.

“How about the Haunted House? It's indoors, and it's dark on the ride....” She understood.

The Haunted House was on the border of the kiddie area, which I never understood. The ride wasn't very scary, but a kid would probably think differently. We passed a few groups of people wearing orange ponchos emblazoned with the park's logo. Personally, I didn't think it was raining hard enough to warrant those, but some people think they are going to melt at the least little bit of rain.

The entrance to the ride was made too look like you were entering through the cellar. We had just stepped in out of the rain when we ran into the line.

“I guess everyone wanted to get out of the rain. Do you want to wait or try something else?”

Dana was standing in front of me, and she rubbed up against me slightly. “This is fine.”

That line was really long, but I didn't mind so much. I don't think Dana did either. We kept brushing up against each other or making contact the whole time and suddenly we were at the head of the line. The ride's cars could seat three people (maybe four if you were very friendly) with a back that raised up to give the riders privacy.

We sat on the bench with a bit of space between us. An attendant dressed in black gothic robes checked that the restraint bar was in place, then we slowly began moving away from the loading platform. Once we passed into the darkness of the ride, we were all over each other. Other than cackling and screams and some pipe organ music, I didn't remember any of that ride. Except for Dana.

If there were cameras keeping an eye on the ride, they probably got a nice show. We were kissing and groping each other. My hands were up her shirt and inside her bra, and she had her hand down the front of my shorts. After a few moments, her tank top and bra were pulled up exposing her breasts for all the robotic creeps to see. Something made an eerie leering laugh, which briefly stole our attention. By the time our car had moved past that scene, I had one of Dana's nipples in my mouth, and I was sucking on it furiously. Her hardened nipple danced along my tongue.

Dana used her off-hand to trap me against her breast, and I happily obliged by sucking more of her breast into my mouth. Her other hand deftly unzipped my shorts, popped the button, and was wrapped around my throbbing erection stroking it. From the amount of cool air that I could feel, there were some ghouls getting a good look at all of Duck's dick. The thought of some ghoulish gal detaching herself from the scenery to come join the fun almost made me chuckle.

When an animated ghoul told us to be sure to visit again, we parted reluctantly. By the time we reached the end of the ride, we had fixed our clothes and our hair. The attendant that opened the restraining bar smirked as she asked if we had a good ride. I guess we were still a bit flushed from making out. Hopefully, she couldn't tell that I had an erection under my baggy shirt. It was starting to fade, but not quickly enough. Damn, if the ride had been a few minutes longer, I might have made some robots blush.

When we rounded the corner and exited the ride, we were greeted with a glorious sight. The rain had stopped and the sun was peeking through the clouds. Suddenly, I felt like a little kid and all thoughts of what Dana and I had been doing on the ride were just fading memories. I looked at my watch and discovered we had been in there for over thirty minutes.

With huge, child-like grins, we rushed away to find a rollercoaster.

[Lovesfundares]

moreeee amazing!!!!!!!!

[Duckers]

I could bore you with the details of every ride we rode that day, but I'll just try to hit the highlights. No promises though because if you have stuck with me this far then you are probably accustomed to the way I ramble on.

We started off with a smaller wooden coaster, just to warm up on. The line was so short that we rode it twice with barely a wait. I probably could have gotten away with leaving my hat on as normal, but I turned it around backwards. That's one of my habits.

Next we headed over into the pioneer area. We bypassed the log flume and the raft rides for now. After the drizzle earlier, neither of us felt any urge to get wet just yet. Instead we went straight for the park's signature ride. It was a huge wooden coaster called the Wild Wolf. The line there was understandable long, but it was moving fairly quickly, and I noticed that there were at least four trains running on the tracks. There may have been more; it was a long, long ride with tons of track hidden by the treeline. I chose the back of the coaster.

Have you ever noticed how you get a different ride experience from different parts of the coaster? If you go with the front, you are halfway down the first drop before the train hits full speed. If you go with the middle, you go over the hill and hit full speed almost immediately. If however you stick with the back, you get whipped over top of the first hill. That's what I liked back then.

Once we got into the car, Dana started to look pale. Uh oh! The first big coaster that I rode at any park always made me a bit nervous, but not that bad. “So, Dana... what's been your favorite part of the trip so far?”

“Uhh...” She didn't even look at me. As we rolled out of the station, her knuckles were turning white against the restraints.

“Mine was making it to the bathroom without exploding.”

No reply.

“Yep, I can't remember anything else about the trip other than how glad I was to be in that bathroom.” The cars dipped slightly then turned towards the lift hill.

“What?” She was finally starting to pay attention to me.

“You know, the bathroom. Relief.” I mimicked how my face had probably looked while standing at the urinal.

She tried to glare at me. “That was your favorite part?”

“Sure. Was there something you liked better?”

“What about before breakfast?”

“You mean that stuff with you and me? Meh, it was okay.”

She managed to pry her fingers off the restraint and punch me in the chest. There wasn't any force behind it, but her face was starting to regain some of its color. Too much color actually. I hope I didn't end up making her too mad.

“What are we going to do on the ride back?” We started up the lift hill.

“How about sit in separate seats?” She arched an eyebrow at me, which seemed to ask how I liked that.

“Okay, but that might make it hard to do anything fun.”

“That's the point, Buster.”

We were over halfway up the hill. “You mean that you'd rather sit alone on the way back?”

“What do you think?”

“Well, it might be nice to actually get some sleep.”

She snorted. “Our date doesn't end until we get home, you know.”

“Really?” Almost to the top.

“That's how it should work.”

“Okay, I'll agree with you there.” The front of the train was starting to go over the hill. “Hey Dana?”

“Yes?”

“Don't forget to yell.”

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I think she was about to ask, “What?” but it got lost in there somewhere. We shot over the hill, thundering down. The wooden coaster rumbled and rattled, climbed and dove, hammered us into the seat and made us weightless across the top of some of the smaller hills.

I glanced over at Dana and she was grinning. I placed my hand over hers, and she immediately let go of the restraint and held my hand. I went back to enjoying the ride.

A few minutes later, we were pulling into the station. I was holding my hat in my other hand, and stuck it back on my head. It would have vanished on the first hill otherwise.

“You did it again, Kirk.” She sounded a bit breathless, but coasters are good at getting your heart pumping.

I grinned at her. “You looked like you needed distracting.”

“Thank you.” Once we were off the ride, she pulled me aside and thanked me a bit more thoroughly.

As far as I can remember, we rode a couple of smaller thrill rides next. They were on the way to one of the newest steel coasters, the Iron Maiden. The logo for that ride was a silhouette of the tracks behind a rendition of the medieval torture device of the same name. Personally, I would have preferred seeing the mascot for the band of the same name riding the coaster or something similar. I'm sure there were plenty of licensing issues there though.

I didn't really want to ride the smaller thrill rides yet, but (as I mentioned) they were on the way, and the lines were non-existent. That and Dana had hauled me toward them. To be fair, I like those types of rides too, but I like to get in a few big coasters first thing. It's my ritual that I inherited from my father. I usually do the thrill rides like these later after lunch. So we rode the scrambler, the octopus, and the swings. The scrambler is particularly fun to ride with a date because it keeps bumping you into each other. After that short but enjoyable detour, we made it to the entrance to the Iron Maiden.

“Dad brought us here a couple years ago when this coaster opened, and I remember standing in line for hours to ride it.”

“I don't think we'll have that problem today,” Dana remarked. And she was right. We walked straight into the ride. Most of the queue line was blocked off so we were able to bypass it. We ended up in a short line right before you got to pick which part of the coaster you wanted to ride in. Right in front of us was Carter and his girlfriend, Sandy. I knew there were a few more football players on the trip, but they were no where to be seen.

Carter was cool by me, but I can't say the same for the rest of the football players. He was the team's best receiver this year and would become the quarterback next year. He was super-popular, but it never seemed to go to his head. Sandy would be Homecoming Queen (largely due to his popularity, but she was a sweet girl in her own right), they would be Prom King and Queen, he had some success playing football at the college they both end up attending, and then they end up happily married afterwords. I think he's getting into politics now, and I don't doubt that he'll win whatever office he runs for.

We made some small talk while we waited. Dana chatted with Sandy as though they had known each other for years, which come to think of it they might have. Carter wanted to know when and where Dave and I would be playing basketball over the summer, and I told him that I'd call him for some pick-up games. I liked playing against Carter because his natural athleticism demanded that I push myself to keep up with him.

At one point, he leaned over and told me, “Dana's a great girl. You two look good together.”

“Thanks, man.” Carter hadn't seemed surprised at all to see the two of us together, but Dana and I were sure surprised as hell that we were together.

The line for the back car was too long, so we took the car in front of it. Carter and Sandy sat in front of us. While we waited for the attendants to come by and check our restraints, I gave Dana some last minute advice. “When we hit the first loop-to-loop, look up first. In the second one, look off to your left at the space needle.”

“What about the third one?” Carter asked. I hadn't realized that he was listening.

“Try not to puke.” Everyone chuckled, including the attendant who had been checking our restraints. They probably thought that I was kidding, but the coaster took the third loop a lot faster. It didn't bother me, but I've seen plenty of people cruise back into the station looking more than a little green.

The coaster rolled out of the station and started to climb the massive first hill. Dana was doing better this time. She looked a bit nervous, but nothing like before. When she saw me looking at her, she shot me a sheepish grin. From in front of us, Sandy was saying something about the hill being huge, which made me chuckle.

We topped the hill and slowly started picking up speed. The first hill on Iron Maiden wasn't like most coasters, instead of going up and straight back down, it made a turn to the left where it picked up speed. When you finally did go down the hill, the whole coaster was already moving wickedly fast. The drop was sudden and steep, and I found myself staring out into empty space until you saw the ground far below. I didn't hold Dana's hand this time; I had them thrown up into the air. “Wa-hoooooooooo!” I yelled down the length of the hill.

Dana held tightly to the restraints, and I didn't blame her. I had done the same thing the first couple of times I had ridden it.

We went from floating an inch or so out of the seat, held only by the restraints, to being driven down into the seats as the coaster raced up into the first loop. Following my own instructions, I looked up during the loop. From the back of the coaster, you could see the rest of the train arching over our heads. With a little effort, I could see one of the riders in the front looking up at me. We shot each other huge, shit-eating grins.

Dana gasped, “Wow!” And I heard Carter add, “Wicked!” Sandy didn't say anything that I could hear, and as we dove back out of the loop it looked like she had her eyes tightly shut.

Next we flew through a series of climbs and dives then sped into the next loop. I was already looking off at the Little Needle before we started up the loop. The steel coaster's track was so smooth that it made you think that you were sitting still while the Needle spun end over end. I loved the effect, which could also be repeated with the loops on a few other coasters in the park.

Apparently, my love for it wasn't appreciated by everyone. Dana shouted that it was amazing, and Carter barked a laugh of genuine enjoyment. Sandy, however, hadn't kept her eyes shut this time, and she ended up shouting, “Fuck!” Which drew Carter to exclaim, “Sandy!?!”

We spun through a corkscrew, shot up another small hill, and came rocketing back down for the last loop. I have no fucking clue why this section of the coaster was so fast. It didn't feel like any artificial means were used to boost the ride's speed, but maybe the ride employed brakes before the earlier loops and didn't here.

Whatever the case, the ride supposedly topped 70 MPH, and this was the spot where it did it. As we hit the loop, the screams from our fellow riders went from the “Holy Fuck, this is a fun ride!” to “Oh shit, I'm going to die!” As we went up the loop, we were driven hard into the seat. By the top of the loop, its shape kept us upside down long enough that everyone started to fall out of their seat for maybe a half second. That was followed by the downward side and being thrown back into the seat again. The ride made a hard right then left, shedding some of its speed, then the brakes caught hard throwing everyone forward into the restraints.

We waited there for a few moments perhaps eighty feet out of the station for the other train to finish loading. Everyone was laughing and talking about what an amazing ride that had been. Everyone except Sandy. She looked a bit green around the gills. When Carter noticed, he shifted into sympathetic boyfriend mode. After we had exited the ride, Dana and I followed Carter and Sandy down the exit ramp. I could tell that her knees were shaking, and she still looked like she might throw up at any moment. I had seen a bunch of disturbing things that morning, but I didn't want to add the contents of Sandy's stomach to that list.

“Let me sit for a few minutes, and I think I'll be okay.” Sandy wobbled over to an empty bench, and Dana sat down with her. Carter started to sit down on her other side, but she waved him away.

With a shrug, he pointed towards a couple games nearby. “How's your throwing arm?”

“Probably not as good as yours,” I admitted, but I followed him across the pathway to the games. The first one was a baseball throw with a speed gun. You made a throw, saw what your speed was, guessed at what your second throw's speed would be, and then tried to match it within a few MPH.

Carter went first. He lobbed the ball into the backstop which was made to look like a catcher at what the gun said was 49 MPH. The throw had been fairly leisurely for him, and I'm sure he could have thrown it way, way harder. The guy running the game passed him another ball. Carter bounced the ball in his hand a few times as if weighing it then lobbed in his second pitch, which clocked in at 51. Good enough for a prize, which turned out to be one of those hard plastic baseball caps. I guess he had been going for consistency.

I wasn't interested in winning one of those hats. I had a couple at home on a shelf, and they only ended up collecting dust. Instead I wanted to see how fast I could throw. Basketball was my true love in the world of sports, but I had played baseball for a number of years during the summer. I gave it up when the pitchers' arms started developing, which made everyone's batting averages fall through the floor. So, I took a ball from the guy, shook my right arm out a little, and dropped into a pitching stance. My throw beaned the fake catcher right in the facemask, and the gun reported 64 MPH.

“Not bad,” Carter said. “Were you ever a pitcher?”

“Nah, first and third base mostly, but everyone on the team took some pitches now and again.”

Carter nodded. I'm sure he could out-pitch me if he wanted to.

The guy handed me another ball, and I guessed 66 MPH. I flipped my stance around and shook out my left arm. The attendant gave me a curious look, and Carter just grinned. Most people, especially the athletes at school, knew that I was ambidextrous. I wound up, and let it fly. The ball hit the catcher's glove off-center, but it might have been a strike. The readout on the gun proclaimed 71 MPH. Wow, I hadn't expected that. No prize for me.

The girls had come up behind us. Sandy's color looked better, but she said that she wanted to take it easy for a bit. Dana had that look on her face that I had seen on my father's face numerous times. And no, it wasn't anything sexual dammit! Get your mind out of the gutter. That look said that Dana had just become a coaster junkie and that she needed another fix.

“Ever ridden an indoor coaster?” I asked as we parted from Carter and Sandy. Carter placed the helmet on Sandy's head, and it actually looked cute on her. Maybe I should have won one after all.

“No.”

“Well, today is your lucky day.”

“It has been so far.” She took my hand as we walked towards Warehouse Inferno.

[Duckers]

The lines continued to be short, and we tore through three more coasters in rapid succession. After the indoor coaster, we hit a wooden coaster that was running with the riders facing backwards and then another steel coaster called the Whirling Dervish. The logo for the Dervish looked like the Tasmanian Devil spinning, which I'm sure would have been an instant lawsuit these days.

We had time for one more, assuming its line was as short as the others had been, before we needed to meet Mrs. Davis and the rest of the group by the tower. We hurried over to the jungle themed section and hopped in line for the Python, which was a coaster that you rode standing. There was a padded bicycle type seat there for support. Passing through the empty queue line, we finally caught up to the short line for the ride.

I turned and pinned Dana against the rail, kissing her deeply. We were both hot and sweaty, but neither of us seemed to care. The rain from the morning seemed to have created a sauna effect as the day continued to heat up.

“Hey, Fuckers,” someone said from ahead of us.

I broke off the kiss to see who it was. Fuck! Standing right in front of us was Jimmy and Angel, but they weren't the reason that I was swearing to myself. In front of them stood Horse Dick and his girlfriend. She was rubbing his dick through his jeans, which was making a freakish bulge. He had been the one who had said something.

Jimmy gave Horse Dick a glare that communicated a lot of information to him, but most of it was along the lines of “Shut the fuck up.”

“How's it going, guys?” That was meant solely for Jimmy and Angel. I made a point to not include Horse Dick, his girlfriend, or his monstrous bulge.

They had been having a good time since the rain quit, and Dana surprised me yet again by being friendly with Angel. I did catch her sneaking glances at both Horse Dick (can't blame her there yet again) and Angel (which was very odd). I guess she was remembering how Angel had looked this morning or something. Neither of them seemed to think that it was odd to see Dana and me together, or if they did they kept it to themselves. I certainly didn't give a rat's ass about what Horse Dick thought about the topic.

Jimmy and I passed the brief wait talking about cars, and Dana and Angel chatted pleasantly about this and that. I was glad to see that H.D.'s girlfriend had stopped rubbing him and that his pants had started to look normal again. Now that the blood had returned to its normal circulation, he was looking a bit concerned about the coaster. We were close enough to see people being loaded and how the attendants had to slide the restraints up or down to compensate for people of differing heights. As I mentioned earlier, Horse Dick was thin but really tall.

“Think I'll fit on the ride?” He asked Jimmy who shrugged. Did he mean his height or was he planning to ride with his dick hanging out? Height-wise, sure. Dick-wise, probably not.

After losing the battle with my natural urge to be helpful, I sighed. “Yeah, I've seen them adjust it up for someone even taller than you.” Dana pressed up against me. Was she rewarding me for being pleasant to H.D.?

He was looking relieved, but then I added, “Just be sure that you don't let them over-extend it.”

“Huh?”

“Last year, I saw a guy who had the seat adjusted up so he could sit on it, and his feet barely touched the floor. You could hear him screaming all through the ride, and when he got back, they had to roll him out on a stretcher.” Horse Dick looked confused. When I gestured towards my crotch and made a pained face, he seemed to catch on.

“So, I should make sure they get the height just right?”

Yep, he understood now, although... wait a minute... I managed to keep a straight face. “Yeah, but you want give yourself some room so you don't hurt the family jewels.”

He grimaced. “What should I do?”

“Well, when step in the car, stand with your knees bent. With those baggy jeans, the park people won't be able to tell. Just don't squat so much that your shoulders are in the top of the restraints.” Other than the seat which kept riders from falling down and out of the ride, the restraint system consisted of two padded squares which you stuck your arms through and that would squeeze together and hold you in place.

He watched people ahead of us loading for a bit, then turned and said, “Thanks, man.”

The way things worked out, we all made it on at the same time. Horse Dick and his girlfriend, then Jimmy and Angel, and then me and Dana. Dana's seat didn't need any adjusting, but I had to raise mine up a bit. Jimmy started to bend his knees and have his seat lowered, but I grabbed his attention and shook my head. He glanced back and saw that my legs were relatively straight, which caused him to give me a questioning look. I just grinned at him.

Dana had followed the exchange. “What are you up to?”

I shrugged as much as the restraints allowed me. “Something that didn't require me to use a ball bat on anyone.”

We pulled out of the station and started up the incline. About halfway, Horse Dick called back, “Hey, my knees are starting to burn.”

“Trust me. You'll thank me when the ride is over.” Dumbass, I bet you won't.

Dana was grinning. Jimmy said something, but I couldn't make it out over the clacking of the pull chain. We reached the top of the hill, and the track turned to the right. In this situation, the turn wasn't to help the ride pick up speed. Well, it did pick up some speed, but the turn let the coaster fit into a confined space. Over the drop we shot, going weightless for a moment, and then the track curved back up into the ride's only loop. Given how Horse Dick had been standing, he probably went from hovering off the ride's bicycle seat to slamming down against it. Sure enough, over the normal rider screams, I heard someone groan, “Fuck.”

The loop kept us plastered down against the seat. If you were standing properly, your legs took most of the pressure. Horse Dick's nuts probably got all of his. From there it was back up another hill, then the ride turned you onto your side and spiraled down a sideways loop. That of course meant more pressure driving you down towards the floor. We then swooped up and down over a series of humps.

To me, the humps felt like I was raising up onto my toes lightly. For Horse Dick, I could see his head bobbing up and down, and I could hear him utter some obscenity each time we hit the bottom between one of the humps. Maybe I'm giving him too much credit for coming up with some imaginative cursing. It was more like he said, “Fuck,” each and every time he got slammed down on his nuts. Then we turned and rolled back into the station.

Four of us were buzzing about how we had enjoyed the ride. Horse Dick looked if he could barely stand, and I'm not sure whether it was his knees or his nuts that were bothering him the most. “Your advice was shitty,” he informed me.

“Sorry man, but that other tall dude looked even worse after getting off the ride with it adjusted the other way.”

He mulled that over briefly then nodded. As his girlfriend helped him hobble away from the ride, she shot me a withering glare. Well, at least one of them wasn't a total idiot.

At the exit, there was a small stand (well, a wagon really) which normally sold merchandise for the Python, but it was closed. Not sure if it was closed for the day or if it was just closed temporarily. Doesn't really matter I guess. It was closed, and I'll leave it at that. The girlfriend pulled Horse Dick past the stand and behind it to where it was secluded. She sat him down on the curb which formed the support for the fence behind the stand.

Dana raised an eyebrow at me, and I gave Jimmy a questioning look.

He shook his head looking disgusted. “Fourth time today.” Angel looked like she wanted to watch whatever was about to happen, but Jimmy tugged her away.

When I looked back, the girlfriend had Horse Dick's huge cock out and was already sucking on it even as it started to become erect. They were fairly hidden where they were, unless you knew that they were back there.

“You've gotta be kidding me.” Four blowjobs today already? I'm not sure whose stamina amazed me the most. The girlfriend must have some serious facial muscles.

Blushing furiously, Dana could only stare as Horse Dick's dick kept growing and growing. And here I thought I had pulled one over on Horse Dick. Watching how his girlfriend was making up for his rough ride, I think the joke was on me. Shit! How is this even remotely fair?

“Time to go check in. Maybe we should eat after that.” If I could work up an appetite again, that was. I started walking. “Dana?”

“Huh? What?” She looked like someone waking up from a deep sleep again.

“Are you coming?” I repeated. I'm sure someone would be soon. Maybe they'd get busted first, though whoever busted them would probably just stand there and stare too. Uggg.

I had to take Dana by the hand and give her a tug before she followed me away.