At the end of a bloody trail, Johnny Redd finds an incredible secret. While struggling with a bullet in his chest, he crawls along the ground until he finds himself surrounded by a maze of quaint carnival tarps. Inside is a world of color, costumes, false hair, nails, eyelashes -- and a man who dresses like a woman. It’s a world of trickery, deception, and lies. Johnny makes it just inside the tent when his strength fails and he faints dead away. When he awakes, he’s reminded of the bizarre reality that surrounds him. It’s that he learns he has been taken care of by a man – er. woman -- by the name of Frenchy Starr. The name rolls from the tongue of this fallen angel, this princess of darkness, this twilight queen. She’s a mystery, a dangerously beautiful mystery, and Johnny slowly becomes ensnared in the trap which she sets. After one night of incredible love, a jealous fan shoots Frenchy. Thinking her dead, Johnny’s heart is broken and he leaves in search of something to fill the hole she left in his heart. Enter Kit Dalton.

Carnival Cowboy

It was too much. Johnny couldn’t resist any longer, and suddenly they were in each other’s arms, their cocks and balls jutting out, bulging, one aching for the other. Two nice thick hard-on’s were straining to be together, rubbing and fighting, and hating the stiff cloth that kept them apart.


Kit’s hands were tearing and ripping at Johnny’s clothes while Johnny was scratching and clawing at Kit’s clothes. Together they managed to get enough clothes out of their way so the bare skin of their cock and balls could cuddle up nice and tight.


“Ohhh, God,” Kit moaned into the crook of Johnny’s neck. “You feel so damn good right now.”


“Shut up and hurry,” Johnny moaned.


“Take it easy, cowboy. I’ll get there.”


Chapter 8