The Three County Fair was one of the biggest events of the year, if not the biggest. That was why the more militant gay organizations asked the fair operators to authorize a special “Bisexual, Lesbian, Gay, Transgender Day.” After all, Disney World held one each year and many major businesses, organizations and cities had domestic partner benefits. It was time for an open gay presence in even this backwater of civilization, the gay activists decided.

When they were refused--none too politely--the activists decided to hold such an event anyway. Naturally, the local gay youth group got wind of the plans early on and, kids that there are, were quite taken with the concept. The idea was for all the gay folk to go on a certain weekday evening and wear pink armbands with the upside down triangle outlined in black, red ribbons for AIDS and then whatever else one wanted in the way of buttons, handkerchiefs, keys, leather, hand cuffs, etc.

Leon and Trent were all for it. Both twelve year olds had lied about their age, because members of the gay youth group were supposed to be at least thirteen. They were in their thirteenth year, they reasoned, and anyway no one checked ID on people who wouldn’t have any ID in the first place.

But the fairgrounds were located twenty miles away from their town. With some difficulty they managed to persuade a group of older boys who lived nearby to give them a ride. The car was already full the legitimate teenagers said. But the two youngsters wore them down with their pleading and the driver reluctantly agreed to pick them up at a local hangout at five thirty.

The two boys had no chance of getting their parents’ permission to go. So they concocted the story that each had been invited to dinner at the other one’s house. They knew that they would get caught, because they would be so late getting home, but had decided that the punishments would be worth it. They would have fair food for their supper.

*****

When the great day came and they arrived at the fair grounds, they parked in the huge lot, put on their arm bands and preceded through the main gate. There was no admission charge, but once inside, there were plenty of ways to spend money. The two younger boys didn’t have much to loose through, enough for something to eat and drink and a few rides.

Knowing this and in order to avoid having to pay for the pesky kids when they ran out of funds, the older boys quickly separated themselves. Most people ignored the arm bands and buttons. A few gave the youngsters angry looks. Some made rude remarks that were intended to be overheard. Only two people actually went to the bother of calling them names to their faces and they were themselves teenagers.

Trent and Leon were excited, nevertheless, to be part of a group action in defense of their liberties. Their elevated spirits could not be depressed by the fact that it was, for the most part, a quite ordinary day at the fair, just like those they had spent in previous years with their parents. The evening slipped by quickly for the excited kids, engrossed as they were with the exhibits and games. They hardly noticed the gradual shrinkage in the length of the lines at food stands and rides.

Then Leon said, “What time is it anyway?”

Trent scrunched up his face. “I don’t know,” he replied.

“I think it’s late,” Leon opined.

“Maybe.”

“We better get back to the car.”

“I guess,” Trent conceded.

As the two boys ambled toward the parking area they noticed for the first time the thinning of the crowd. At the entrance, no one was coming through into the fair. The outward flow was steady but scattered. The field beyond now held less than a third of the vehicles that had packed it a few hours ago.

“Where was it?” Trent asked.

“Over to the right and way back,” Leon speculated.

They walked in that direction without recognizing anything. It all seemed different with so many of the cars already gone. When they got three quarters of the way to the furthest corner of the lot, they stopped and made a little circle of the immediate area.

“I don’t see it,” Leon grumbled.

A touch of fear welled up in Trent’s throat. He pushed it back down, and took a long careful look at all of the cars in the vicinity. “Maybe it wasn’t this far back,” he offered.

“Yes it was,” the other boy said with finality. “They’ve gone. Shit!”

“What the fuck are we going to do?”

“I don’t know. Don’t panic. We’ll think of something.”

“What?”

“Something. Just relax and let me think.”

While Leon was thinking they walked aimlessly about in the area where the older boys’ car had been parked. Perhaps they hoped that it would miraculously reappear or that their supposed comrades would remember that they had been left behind and come back for them. But, most likely, those boys thought that Trent and Leon had gotten a ride home with another group. Probably they had looked for them, waited a while, and then given up.

“We have to ask some other guys for a ride,” Trent exclaimed, relieved at having thought of something.

“Right,” Leon agreed. “Let’s get back to the gate and look for guys with armbands.”

*****

Of the people who were slowly trickling out of the fair none had on arm bands. Trent’s heart sank when he realized that many may have discarded the symbols of pride before exiting. They might not be able to recognize the ones they should ask for help.

Then two did appear, but they weren’t going anywhere near where the boys lived. Feeling desperate, Trent nearly leaped at the group of four men who appeared next. They looked like guys in their thirties, all of middle height but differing in weight from thin to heavy. He could tell that none were blondes, though the various colors or their hair were obscured by the dark.

“Got left behind, did you?” their leader laughed. “Well, it isn’t much out of our way to drop you off.”

“Thanks,” Leon said, restored to good spirits.

“OK, one in the front and one in the back,” the leader apparent of the men directed. The doors were held open while the boys got into the middle and least desirable positions. As they were being done a favor, the window seats justly went to the others.

“Thanks a lot guys,” Trent said. He noticed the smell of beer that emanated from the group, but was too anxious to get a ride home to let that concern him.

“That’s OK squirt, we’ll take it out in trade,” the guy in the front right said. Everyone laughed, though the kids didn’t know what that expression meant.

Apparently satiated by the artificial excitement of the fair, there wasn’t much conversation among the passengers. Each was satisfied to pursue his own individual ruminations. Relieved by the resolution of their problem, an exhausted Trent let his mind go blank.

He thought nothing of it when the driver said that he had run out of cigarettes and needed to find a convenience store. “I could use something to drink,” one of the others said. Subsequently, the car took a right onto a smaller side route.

Nor was Trent really paying any attention when the driver turned yet again onto a still smaller road. It was only after he slowed, made a sharp left, pulled behind a small building and stopped the car that the lad took any note. He didn’t see any lights coming from the store and wondered why the men had thought it was open.

It was only when the guy on his right scooped up his legs and spun him sideways that he knew that anything was amiss. Now that he had been turned on the back seat, the fellow who had been on his left was at his back. That fellow immediately pulled Trent’s jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. He had been wearing it unzipped over his sweat shirt.

“Hey!” Trent exclaimed. For this, he received a smack on the side of the head. It wasn’t intended to hurt him, he knew, and he took it as a warning shot.

“Shut up,” he was told.

“Lemme go!” he said with as much emphasis, but less volume. A similar commotion was taking place in the front seat. He heard somewhat louder complaints coming from Leon.

“We’ll let you go when we’re done with you,” the man holding his legs in a tight grip said. “Do you need to be slapped around first?”

Trent didn’t answer. It was obviously fruitless to try to stop them from doing whatever it was they wanted. Maybe he could have resisted one of them to some degree, but with both it was hopeless and he knew it. What he could and would do was refuse cooperation.

The fellow behind him grabbed him by the arms and pushed both forward toward his accomplice. “Hold on to his wrists,” the guy commanded. Trent felt his sweat shirt being pushed up his back and over his head. Then the man in the back held him around the middle while the other one pulled the shirt off his arms and let it drop onto the floor of the car.

The youngster was forced down on his back and held tight. The men cooperated, each using one free hand to undo the kid’s belt buckle, unfasten the snap at the top of his jeans and unzip them. Then they guy at his feet yanked jeans and briefs down to his ankles.

“Flip him over,” the guy at his head said.

Turned now onto his stomach, and nearly naked, Trent watched as the man opened his own pants and bought out a large, erect penis. He was then hauled forward and his lips placed on the tip of the guy’s dick. Trent held them as tightly together as they would go, but the man pinched his nose. When he opened his mouth to take a breath he was pushed down onto the stiff rod, his head held in place by two strong hands.

Trent gagged and quantities of saliva ran out of his mouth. Now, unable to resist in any other way, he held his mouth open wide and did not suck as he assumed was the man’s wish. Nor did he think to bite. Had it crossed his mind to do so, he would have realized the foolishness of the action, given his position at that moment.

The youngster felt another pair of hands playing with his bottom, and then reaching between his legs and underneath to handle his genitals. He squirmed to no avail. Meanwhile, he continued to gag and drool.

Trent’s lack of effective sucking technique did not prevent the man from a rather quick ejaculation. Likely, the way in which he was obtaining his blow job was sufficiently stimulating that the usual rules did not apply. At any rate the youth’s mouth was flooded with successive spurts of jism that subsequently ran back out along with quantities of saliva.

If he had known how much of a mess he made on the man’s pants, it would have satisfied him a little. As it was, Trent had little time for such thoughts, as he was sat up, spun around and positioned over the crotch of the other fellow. This time he did not resist the inevitable, but allowed his mouth to be invaded by the man’s penis.

Since this was no surprise, he gagged and drooled much less as the man pumped his head up and down. Even so, he did nothing intentional to enhance the man’s pleasure. Nor did he squirm as much, not until the felt something wet in his anus and then a finger push into him. An instant later the second man’s cum was running out of his open mouth.

*****

Once the men had been satisfied, the driver resumed their journey. Trent was allowed to get his clothes back on. The man on his right took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. He sat stoic and silent throughout the rest of the journey.

Not so Leon, who hollered and fought. Trent could see his friend’s fists trying to strike the driver, until the other man held him tight in a bear hug. “You fuckers!” the boy yelled at the top of his lungs. “You shit eating bastards!” He kept it up most of the remaining thirty minutes it took to get back to their home town, stopping only to catch his breath and take a brief rest before resuming his verbal attacks.

The two boys were let off at a point on the state road some half mile from where Trent lived. Leon’s house was about half way between. The car sped away, with the lights out, as soon as the kids were on the street. Leon raced to find a rock to throw, but wasn’t quick enough. He threw it anyway.

Trent put his hands in his jacket pockets and felt something in one of them. He knew at once that it was money, a single bill. Not knowing whether or not Leon got one, he said nothing. In either case, it would only make him angrier, if that were possible. “Mother fucking pricks,” the other boy continued to mutter, along with other utterances of disdain.

“I hate those bastards,” Leon said to his friend, with quiet venom.

*****

Trent did not feel the same way. True, he did not care for the way he had just been used, without asking and without regard to his feelings or his pleasure. But for him, liking virile men as he did, it had been sexually exciting and, to some degree, satisfying.

For Leon, on the other hand, who preferred boys his own age, the experience had been a through imposition, lacking in any redeeming quality, as he saw it at the time. Leon, who was attracted to Trent, usually found his advances bushed aside. Now and then, out of friendship, Trent would give in to a little fooling around that only increased his friend’s frustration in the long run.

Years later Leon still preferred boys in their early adolescence. Occasionally there were situations where he forced himself on a kid nearly as much as had been done to him. His overriding selfishness caused him to be oblivious to the irony.

A few months after the fair, Trent became involved with one his former youth hockey coaches. Recognizing the look in the young man’s eyes when they chanced to meet, the youngster looked for excuses to stop and chat with him. The affair lasted through Trent’s high school years. Both were careful in their public behavior, limited the amount of time they spent together, and told no one of their mutual affection. Even so there was talk, but never enough to cause them a serious problem.