I want to hear more stories about people''s experiences with carnies and the circus world in general. TIA.
I love fair season. Those nasty, unwashed carnies love a good blow job.
My sister dated a carny for a few weeks. He was a trash, greasy, sleazy conman who dealt drugs on the side.\
And back in high school, I worked a part time job with a woman who was a circus clown during summer months. For someone working in such a fun-oriented job, she was extremely serious during off hours. Also, I learned that clowns really love to party and use copious amounts of illicit substances.
About 20 years ago there was a very nice gloryhole at our local fairgrounds. I liked to wander over the day before the fair officially opened, when the carnies were setting up the rides and booths.\
I would sit at the gloryhole for two or three hours. It was as if the guys were standing in line waiting to be serviced. They didn''t even bother pretending to use the bathroom. The walked into the stall, dropped their pants, and shook their cocks at the hole. I signaled for them to put their cocks through and then I''d gobbled them down. I loved sucking their cocks and swallowing their hot loads.\
Alas, they remodeled the restrooms and put up those damned metal partitions. They also put up those awful "cruise controls" between urinals. I hate those things.
R2, a gloryhole slut
What are "cruise controls between urinals"?
I knew a girl in high school who used to bring home carnies to piss off her mother. When her parents would have people over for dinner, she''d march in the front door with a greasy, tattooed carny in tow. She''d take him upstairs, lock the door and wait for her mother to explode.\
She was just a wee bit of an attention whore, you see
I decided to take a year off between high school and college to "find myself." Of course, I needed to find a full time job, according to my mother.\
So, I found an ad in the paper for summer workers, traveling around the East Coast running games for a pretty well-known carnival company.\
The interview was in a room at the Holiday Inn in my hometown. I knocked on the door, and a guy in a suit answered. There was another guy shirtless in the bathroom brushing his teeth. The guy in the suit told me to sit down and fill out an application. He started cleaning off the table that was covered with old styrofoam take out containers and full ashtrays. And then he said, "Well, if you can''t read or write, I can just ask you the questions....get comfortable. You seem like a cool guy"\
Creeped me out, so I left.\
Started filling out college applications the next day.
I was touched by a carny when I was about 13. He was working on some "house of mirrors" thing, and as I came up to him, he asked, "Do you fuck girls yet?" "No" I replied. "What about boys?" "Boys, well, maybe...NO!"\
Then he put his hand on my butt, and said, "I get it. The boys are gonna fuck you." Then I ran away, strangely turned on.\
Turns out, he was right.
Homo the Clown
Damn this takes me way back. The carnies working for the county fair would come to one of the gay clubs. Man, did I have some fun in those trailers back at the fair grounds. But I''d always lock my wallet in my car.
As a child I was waiting at the cotton candy stand. The woman making the candy was circling her hand around and around to scoop up the cotton candy. Then she pulls her hand out, wipes her running nose, and then put her hand back, circling it around to catch the cotton candy.\
Needless to say, I bypassed the cotton candy (and other goodies)
We need more Carny stories.
When I was in high school I used to work at an amusement park. I did almost any job imaginable there %E2%80%93 worked the entrance, worked the rides, sold food and drinks and even worked in a giant dolphin costume. That was the lowest point, by far. I was sweating buckets in that thing and was beaten up by kids and chased away by parents because their babies would got scared and start to cry.%0D\
I did love the mornings, before people arrived. I loved to walk around and listen to the old rides cracking and huffing as they woke up. It felt pretty good when the day was done, as well. It was amazing how silent it all of sudden became once people left and the machines stopped.
I don''t have any titillating or tawdry carny stories to tell, but there were dozens of carnivals ever summertime across the city when I was growing up. Most were sponsored by local catholic schools/churches.\
An odd memory I recall was that when I got older, the games of chance prize offerings were no longer limited to just cheaply made stuffed animals and other cutesy, and goofy novelties. \
Believe it or not, you could have won a roach clip with colorful ostrich and peacock feathers tethered to a suede strap, or if not that, there was a wide array of silk screened mirror tiles of mainly rock band logos that were framed in cardboard (read: coke mirrors) either large (12"X 12") or small (5"X 5"). \
I guess you can attribute that scenario to a combination of things, i.e. cool carny freaks in charge of prize procuring, the naive cluelessness or tolerance on the part of the local diocese, and the war on drugs hadn''t kicked in yet.
I crossed this off my bucket list a few years ago. He had some great stories, unfortunately I can''t remember any of them.
I''ll have to check out the carnys the next time there''s a carnival in town.
more hot carnie stories please!
I friend of mine sort of ran away from home at 37 and worked for Big Apple in some sort of food service as they toured. But really he became the circus bootlegger/drug dealer. Apparently, they often stop rather far outside of towns and in too many dry counties to count and everyone has substance abuse problems and circus people resent being called "carnies" because the circus is somehow better than a carnival.
I've dated two carnies in my life, and had crushes on four in total, probably more but I'm just guessing.
I'm still close friends with the first carny I was with, love him to pieces. People think carnies are all bad, but they really are not. The friends I made hanging around carnivals were the friends that stayed.
Plan on working at the carnival this summer. Heh... No one will read this, seeing as no one has posted anything for a while, but yep. I love carnies :D
There was a traveling carnival that stopped in my town a few years ago. One warm Sunday I decided to go by myself, as my partner was in Phoenix with his parents. I was a little tipsy from the three bottles of wine I had drank and I needed to use a restroom. I walked up to one of the big strapping carnival workers and asked him if he knew where a bathroom was...he motioned for me to follow him into a tent.
It was a decision that would change my life....because he...he...he RAPED me.
[R35]-Did you report it or tell anyone?
R36, r35 is the rape troll.
[quote]I was a little tipsy from the three bottles of wine I had drank
OH MY and OH MY!!
I partied with a hot ex-carny once. One more thing off my bucket list.
I can honestly say, there is nothing better than being touched by a carny.
Do they old time carnies rip off the grennies too?
When I was 16 I ran away from my abusive/drunk mother. Went to a carnival with my best friend and had fun. Went to play a game and I couldn't help but notice the attractive, 50 something year old, trashy, gravely voiced carny working the game. I wound up telling him my life's story. The carnival came back to town this year. I went to go see him today actually. He remembered me and called me "The Runaway" which I thought suited me. He has my phone number now. He was supposed to call me or text me around when he got off which was ten...its 1 now. That cheeky bastard!
If I dressed up as a clown for a living r3 I'd take illicit substances too.
When I was 14, over 45 years ago, my best girlfriend and I went to a small town low rent carnival and were standing at a game booth deciding whether to play when the dirty, ratty looking carnie who operated the booth said a few words then pointedly looked at our crotches and licked his lips.
We were so naïve it was almost thrilling in an appalling, creepy, and disgusting way. We backed away and left.
I worked at Disneyworld in Orlando for two summers until one day I had to blow Goofy in Magic Mountain.
From the PETA link at R8:
"Bears, elephants, tigers, and other animals do not voluntarily ride bicycles, stand on their heads, balance on balls, or jump through rings of fire. They don't perform these and other difficult tricks because they want to; they perform them because they're afraid of what will happen if they don't."
Like me and my job.
Most of the world
Mmmm. The r42 pic makes me want to try out a carny
In western FL there are about 3 towns where all carnies spend the winter.
i drove by the local mall and saw a carnival in the parking lot. stopped by (9 pm) and it was brightly lit but sparsely attended. Stopped by again Saturday at 1 pm and it was crazy packed .lots of hot boys out in tank tops and shorts. the carny folks tended to be young hispanic looking guys or white people that probably lived in a trailer. fun atmosphere tho, even if the fried dough sucked.
I went out with lobster-boy but broke up with him. He kept trying to dunk his claws into bowls of melted butter.
At first glance I thought this thread said Touched By A Camry.
[quote]At first glance I thought this thread said Touched By A Camry.
Or touched by me...
This thread is gross. Get some self-respect ladies!
Nightmare Alley, the book and the film, are both long-time favourites.
r65, the book Nightmare Alley is fucking great. I loved that. The movie I found so-so, but the book was a really great read.
My best friens ans i hooked up with a carnies from South Africa (most of them were from there) it must have been the hormones and their accents. It was so much fun. Their life style is nothing but partying. He wasn't very good in bed but he was a gentleman. He actually seemed to care. Later on after extensive Facebook stalking I found out he had a loving fiancé and son back home so I felt really bad. He told me that he was single. My friend hooked up with 3. One of them was apearanrly the best sex of her life. They were all so crazy. We took them all over and tried our best to show them america the way we see it. They went mud boggin with us, shopping, partied, a lot, shopping and even got a hotel room! We both got proposed to for green cards. Lol the sad part is we considered it
Oh well it was fun for the 2 weeks they were here
Some strange stories here.
[quote]I went out with lobster-boy but broke up with him.
You keep your goddamned claws off him--he's mine!
Mmmmmmmm, Carnies!!! I'm fairly certain I can blame my pregnancy on a carny!
R70 Why? Are carnies known for having no sense of smell?
Lol wtf what a thread to bump.
The trash thread made me think of this thread and what a beautiful thing it is.
I don't think many people would vote this as a DL thread to remember.
I picked up a carny at the VFW fair. He was Chris from Indiana, 24, dark brown hair, scruff, brown eyes about 5'9", 6.75 cut. He said he had never been with a man. I sucked him off and made him come twice. The 1st load took 2 minutes the 2nd load took 17 minutes (I filmed the whole thing) we were both sweaty by the end and he was shaking. As he was pulling up his pants he said "I understand now why some guys are gay." We were supposed to hook up again before the fair moved on but when I went to pick him up he wasn't where he said he would be. At least I have the video.
[quote] Not many carny opportunities in this weather.
Speak for yourself! Plenty of carnal carny action to be had in Southern California and Florida.
At age 16 I ran away from home and traveled all over the country,(never had a problem and never had anyone try to exploit me,of course this was the 70s).Long story short,I was in Olympia Washington and there was a carnival setting up,and the girl who ran the corn dog stand(her name was Becky) loved me to death so she would pay me to watch her kids while her and her old man worked.She,her husband,2 kids and their room mate lived in a TINY travel trailer but offered me a place to crash wich I gratefully accepted.The roommie was named Fred,mid 20s with dark hair and a fu manchu and I was mad for him from the git go! There was a park with showers next to the carnival,so Fred asked me if I wanted to get cleaned up after the carnival shut down for the night,and I rapidly agreed! We got in there and were the only ones,and it wasnt very long before we were getting it on like bandits!That started an INTENSE 2 week love affair,everyone knew it and no one judged us.hell,we used to lay on the floor in that tiny trailer and fuck all night!After the kids were asleep,of course.When it was time to move on they were heading back to florida(my home state) and I was petrified to go back there as I was a runaway, so we parted ways.Fred BEGGED me to go with them,and to this day one of my biggest life regrets is that I didnt.
That being said,there were some hot numbers but the majority were drug addicted and had hideous hygene,and most were running from the law.
I hadnt thought about all this in years,thanks for the thread!
Once a carnie, always a carnie. Mom still cries every time she sees a tilt-a-whirl or a fat lady in a tube top.
Are there still carnies anymore,those traveling carnivals don't seem to be around much these days.
Carnies are still around. Not all of them are trashy. I knew a guy in college who worked as a carny for two summers.
I met a carny once. I smelled the whiskey on his breath. Then he took me. He took me, with the stink of filthy roadhouse whiskey on his breath, and I liked it. I liked it! With all that dirty touching of his hands all over me.
Where did you do it, R85? In his trailer or behind the Ferris wheel?
Bump for carnival season.
my wife and i worked as carnies for a while until she fucked a carnie named sonny and another named maui and maybe others ill always hate these men they only acted like they were my friends just to get to my wife we are no longer together because of this i hate you both and hope i run into you both someday and danny if you see this hi from miller
I wish I could find a hot, dirty carny with a huge cock to plow me tonight
There was sexy, built guy with clown makeup on. He was in that tank where you would throw a ball, hit the target, and he would get dunked into a big tank of water.
His timbre of his voice was mesmerizing.
"High and dry", he'd tease time and time again. "High and dry."
I had smoked some dy-no-mite pot before I went to the festival (which was the Jamabalaya Festival outside of New Orleans). The pot was so good---I thought he was speaking to me. Teasing me. Wanting me.
I couldn't leave that amusement. I just watched him and watched him--his muscles and teasing, demanding voice.
When he took a break, I went over and told him how much fun it was to watch and to listen to him and would he like to smoke some pot that was fucking guaranteed to blow his mind before he went back to his hot seat.
We went back to his trailer that he shared and got totally fucked up. He figured I was gay and began rubbing his hairy leg against mine and laughing. I hit the floor and buried my face in his crotch and he pulled his pants down for me to suck him.
So sexy. So young and muscular---and his voice haunts me to this day.
"High and dry!"
It's always a surprise when one of these ancient threads turn up again.
my wife and i worked as carnies for 7 years and every night i went to sleep the other carnies would fuck my wife she gave hand jobs back rubs and sex i pitty the asses if i see them again i got something for them its not sex i hate carnies with a passion and i hate my wife it does take two but they said they were my friends yah right carnies suck and maui and sonny im looking for your punks
i remember a carny story, my friend was like the deal, everyone liked him, from a good family, made good grades while i was the one who was the secret slacker friend. we live in a town where is pretty boring. well when the carny came to town, they were to put on a show at the local theatre that has been closed. we snuck out to go. as my friend gave money to buy ticket this little creature bit him. once we got the tiket we gave them to mr tall. and we met evert the snake boi, the bearded lady, buckteeth betty, the man with two bellys and the magician whohad this spider with him.my friend loves spiders and i love vampires . irecognized the magacian
One of my mother's best friends from her school years came from a famous circus family. Her father was a very famous lion tamer and her mother owned a troop of elephants. Her parents divorced when she was very young and she lived with her grandmother in my mom's hometown when school was in session.
Her life has been fascinating. She worked as a circus performer and stunt woman in movies and at Disneyland, and later married a circus owner (she lost her mom's elephants in the eventual divorce). Her elephants also appeared several times on Circus With the Stars back in the 80's. When I was a kid, we would get to go backstage - which was often as as hubby's circus was usually engaged by the local Shrine Circus and my mom would ride an elephant in the opening parade all dressed up in showgirl finery.
This woman now lives on the little Texas farm where her mother once kept the elephants in the off season, and her nephews still own a travelling one ring circus that tours county fairs in the summer. Needless to say, this woman has hours of amazing stories to tell.
I feel bad that Carnie Wilson's name is "Carnie". Because you know, she's overweight. Sideshows and all that. It's cruel.