Roller Coaster Horror Story

Kevin was tall. Tall for his age. Hell, tall for any age. Long legs and long arms to match. But for every lengthened physical quality he possessed, he seemed to possess the opposite in self-confidence. His adolescence had come too fast for his young mind to comprehend. So he was embarrassed and even often ashamed of himself.

All completely natural feelings for a fifteen year old boy. Or as his father called him, "Son."

"Son, you have a good time now, and don't let the girls at the park treat you like a piece of meat!" his father instructed him half jokingly as he simultaneously handed the young man a couple fifty dollar bills. "Don't spend all that in one place," added the dad.

The young man took the sum of cash and hastily shoved it into his front pocket. He was uneasy with money, not used to carrying so much.

"Put it in your wallet," his dad ordered. "And keep your wallet in your front pocket."

"To keep it safe from pickpockets!" the young man cheerfully responded, remembering the advice his father gave him on how to avoid being mugged or pickpocketed.

"That's right, young man. Now, go on. Have a good time."

He nodded awkwardly, and turned around to meet his friends who were waiting for him by the entrance to the theme park.

The sun was beating down on them relentlessly already at 9 a.m. but they couldn't have cared less about the weather as they jetted from one ride to the next, wiling away the hour-long waits for rides talking about the girls or types of girls they liked or wanted to become intimate with, poking fun at each other to see how the girls around them would react.

"Dude, your arms are so fucking long!" one of Kevin's friends exclaimed at him. Then suddenly all of his friends noticed and started laughing at him.

He blushed a deep beet red.

Whitney, an older girl who had tagged along with her step-brother, Fletch, had been eyeing Kevin since the group met at the entrance. She came to his defense.

"You know what they say about boys with long arms, right?" she asked her step- brother as she chewed her bubblegum, staring unapologetically at Kevin's shorts.

Fletch turned away annoyed and the other boys were silent, intimidated by her exposed cleavage and thighs. Her pristine, athletic body oozed a sexuality none of them had beheld except on porn websites.

Kevin, timidly, managed to ask, "What do they say?"

She blew a huge, pink bubble in front of his face until it popped and responded, "Their dicks are fucking huge!" and having said that she planted her moistened lips on his, shoved her tongue in his mouth, grabbed his ass, and forced his now erect penis against her so firmly that she could feel his heart beating through it.

The line seemed to move like a freight train for Kevin after that. His friends attempted to continue to tease him, but seeing how enraptured the two were with each other, they soon fell into silent jealousy.

The roller coaster roared into the loading area filled with adrenaline-fueled faces of all ages. The riders wobbled out of the cars and exited the platform.

Whitney yanked Kevin's hand and pulled him into the front car with her. She aggressively began stroking him through his sweatpants, soaking her shorts in the process with sweet vaginal nectar.

The coaster began to climb. She whispered into Kevin's ear, "I want you to taste my spicy mango…" and finished with a tongue thrust which seemed to lubricate his entire ear canal and melt his spine simultaneously.

At that moment, the wild first descent was upon them. Kevin, catching his breath, threw his arms up and hollered, "Woo-" just as they passed into a covered, tunnel portion of the track.

But his shout fell silent and Whitney felt a warm spray cover her exposed chest, face, arms, and legs. She looked down at her body and saw it covered in a thick crimson sludge.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?" she cried and began to wipe at it frantically, spreading it all over herself in her panicked state.

She looked over at Kevin, aghast.

The roller coaster roared into the loading platform area filled with silent, blood soaked passengers. In the front car, Kevin sat with his head slumped towards Whitney, who was now in shock, chewing her bubblegum frantically and shaking Kevin's lifeless body, pleading with him to wake up.

A passenger from one of the rear cars came forward and laid one of Kevin's forearms in his lap.

"I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am," he muttered, and exited the platform.