I arrived at the carnival at around 9pm. I looked up to the sky and the moon was full, a big white, creamy milky orb in the sky which shone down upon the cum which still splattered my face, making me look like some sort of ghoul as I smiled and laughed, still drunk on semen as I looked all about me. There was a ferris wheel and tons of multi-colored, bright tents stationed all around the grounds. College students staggered all about in groups and gaggles, laughing and shouting and having a good time. I saw clowns dancing all around. I saw elephants, lions and bears being walked all along the grounds by their trainers on leashes made of steel, shiny chains. The air was rich with the smell of popcorn and cotton candy. I walked by a small trailer which had been made into a stand which sold elephant ears. The scent of cinnamon and fried dough filled my nostrils. The full moon was unusually close to the earth it seemed to me and it's magnetic, haunting energy was keeping the cum stains on my face from drying. Professor Wolfstein's jizz was still as wet on my cheeks and nose as it was when it first shot out of his gorgeous cock and I wondered what other types of juicy pricks I'd be sucking on before the night was through.

I passed a booth where a thin, gangly young blonde guy was shouting out, holding a toy rifle, "Step right up, folks! Shoot a duck and win the biggest prize of all!" The guy was in his early twenties and looked a little bit like Jeff, but not quite as handsome and not as muscular. Even with another man's cum on my face I was still thinking of Jeff and figured he was on the grounds somewhere with his buddies, getting drunk and then later they'd all be back at the apartment having an orgy and more than likely would lock me out. So I had it in mind to hook up with one of the carnies and hopefully sleep in his tent. The blonde guy looked like a good candidate. He had on one of those vaudeville hats with the big, round brim, a black and white-striped, buttoned down shirt and red suspenders. From ten feet away I could hear him shouting but I could also see his big blue eyes shining. The lights from the nearby ferris wheel reflected off of his pupils and that, combined with the reflection of the moon on the jizz on my face made me almost blind with beauty as I walked up to the duck shoot booth and said, "Hi, mind if I give it a try?"

"Sure there, fella," the guy said, handing me the toy rifle, "step right up and shoot one of those there toy ducks as they float by and win the biggest prize of all!"

"And what would that be?" I asked, looking at the guy intently, trying to gauge him and test the waters.

"Well, you'll just have to shoot one of those ducks and find out, won't you?" the dude said, smiling at me and slyly brushing his left hand over his crotch where I saw a bulge starting to spring up from behind his white pants. "By the look of what you got on your face there, partner," the man said, "I'd say you'll like the prize a whole helluva lot!"

I laughed and was glad the guy noticed the cum on the tip of my nose. I was glad he realized I was on a major hunt for dick, not fucking DUCKS but if shooting one of these goddam ducks was gonna get me this carnie's cock in my mouth I'd do the best I could even though I was never too good with guns. I reached in my pocket and gave the guy a one dollar bill. He handed me the toy rifle and I put it up to my shoulder. I squinted my eye and pressed a finger on the trigger gently, aiming carefully for one of the yellow, plastic ducks that began floating by from inside the water-filled display that was about seven feet away. My heart was beating fast and I felt the magnetic moon pressing against my back. I felt eyes behind me watching and just as I pulled the trigger I heard Jeff's voice behind me saying, "Hey old man! Why don't you start shoving that gun barrel up your goddam ass because it's the only penetration an old fart like you is ever gonna get here on campus!"

Jeff's voice startled me and made my aim go way off as I pressed the trigger and heard a loud "BAM!" Holy fuck! It was a real gun! I looked over at the carnie running the booth who screamed and had his hand on his shoulder, touching a big stain of blood where I had just apparently shot him.