Read Online Next Stop Funnel Cake by Heidi Champa - Free Book Online

your defense mechanisms?"
    "Yup. You could say that."
    "Look, I know trust doesn't come easy to you, but I wish you'd give me a chance to show you that you can count on me."
    "I want to...that's why I'm here. It's just hard for me."
    "I know. Sometimes, though, you have to take the leap. You might actually like the way things turn out."
    I pulled him into my arms and kissed him.
    "Okay, I give up."
    "You do? Wait, what does that mean?"
    "It means, show me the catalog for this school. Let's see what's so great about it."
    * * * *
    "You got your schedule all taken care of?"
    "Yeah. Nick was pretty cool about accommodating me. Lucky for me, once Labor Day is over, things really slow down at Downy's."
    "So, when do you start?"
    "My classes start next week. It's kind of nice being able to do everything online. No books to buy, no crappy cafeteria food."
    "And no black lights for your dorm room."
    "I'm saving you and Nick all kinds of money."
    "I'm so glad you decided to let us help you, Travis. Even if you did get a bit twitchy while we were picking out your laptop."
    "I didn't see why I needed the one that was so expensive."
    "You'll understand when you see all the cool stuff it does."
    I pulled the train into the last station, the park long since closed for the night. Andrew had wanted one last ride before Labor Day, and I was happy to oblige him, even though I wasn't supposed to be driving it after hours. Nick would never say anything, so I didn't worry too much about it.
    "I'm really proud of you, you know that?"
    "Please, all I did was stop the train at the right spot. No big deal...I've been doing it all summer."
    He nudged me with his shoulder and frowned at me, but it didn't last long. His smile returned after a few moments.
    "I knew you were going to make a joke about this."
    "Sorry, I really am working on that."
    "Doesn't seem like it."
    "Okay, fine. Let me try this again. Thanks for believing in me, Andrew. It means a lot."
    "Was that so hard?"
    "It felt really weird."
    "You better get used to it, mister. I'm planning on being ridiculously supportive the whole time you're taking classes."
    "Great. Can't wait."
    I moved to get out of the train, but he pulled me back in and kissed me, his hand holding firmly to the back of my neck.
    "You're lucky you're so cute, Trav. Otherwise, you'd be in big trouble."
    "Oh, yeah. What kind of trouble?" I lifted an eyebrow, running my hand along his leg.
    He pulled me out of the train by my wrist and walked us to the caboose. Before we climbed inside, he pushed me against the car and unhooked the clasps that held up the top of my overalls. The pants caught at my hips, but Andrew simply tugged and dropped them to a pool at my ankles. I looked around, even though I knew there was no one left in the park, my mind suddenly frozen in irrational fear.
    "This kind of trouble."
    I was already half hard when he pulled my underwear down, the night air feeling cool on my skin. Andrew gave the head of my cock a soft lick and a kiss, but nothing more.
    "Tease."
    "Don't be so impatient, Travis."
    "I'm not, but what if someone walks by?"
    "Who would be here at this hour?"
    He had a point, but there was still an element of danger about the situation I wasn't used to. Andrew found the perfect way to distract me, though, and enveloped the head of my dick.
    "Oh, Jesus, Andrew."
    He moved back and forth between teasing me with gentle licks and devouring me, deep-throating me as far as he could go. He was in shadow, the only light around us coming from the security spotlight on the corner of the maintenance shed. I put a hand to his head as he sucked me, my feet in danger of sliding out from underneath me. I urged him to his feet--much as I didn't want to stop him--and shoved him into the caboose. He fell into the seat, and I stumbled in after him, leaving my pants, shirt and shoes in a heap outside the car.
    "Your turn." I undid his belt and zipper, then wrenched the denim down his hips until his jeans were