Congratulations on Getting Laid in a Ball Pit!

It’s been your fantasy for a long while, and tonight it’s going to come true. You and your boyfriend, Slade, are going to break into a Chuck-E-Cheese through a grate on the roof and after a quick crawl through the ventilation shafts that keep those adorable kids playing in one of America’s favorite family establishments from suffocating you’ll tumble out and straight into the ball pit, right where you want to be.

“Awesome,” you’ll whisper to the balls beneath you, seconds before Slade lands on top of you and forces your face down into the pit. It’ll reek of sweat, urine and vomit. There will be an undertone of shame, but that’s such a common odor for you that you won’t be able to pick it out from the more potent native aromas. When Slade lifts you clumsily out of the ball pit, struggling with your modest weight (he’s a skinny punk boy who likes cocaine, and knows where to find cocaine, which is a big part of why you like him) you’ll gasp for air, only to find that the scent of piss and vomit is just as potent above the balls as it is within them. You’ll consider calling it off, or breaking into another, different Chuck-E-Cheese, but you’ll dismiss the thought with a shrug.

“Let’s do this,” you’ll smirk back at him, slipping your jeans and underpants under your knees in one quick gesture. Then you’ll ram two fingers into your asshole while Slade closes his eyes and unzips his jeans, humming to himself as he jerks off. You’ll watch his face to see if his eyes open. You’ll want him to make eye contact with you before you start, but he won’t. When he’s hard you’ll feel his erect dick against your wrist and you’ll pull your fingers out of your pre-lubed asshole and slip his penis in there, just below the head. The shock will force your eyes forward and you’ll clasp your thighs, for want of anything more substantial to hold on to, as he awkwardly maneuvers himself into your still quite tense asshole.

He’ll work himself in and out with a few strokes before you relax just enough for the pain to become manageable. Then you’ll lean back and look over your shoulder, again searching for some glimmer of romance or adventure in his eyes. They’ll be closed again and he’ll be humming, though the sound will be so low and tuneless that you won’t be able to tell for certain that he’s really making any noise at all.

After around five minutes of this you’ll look back forward, surveying the ball pit before you, wondering what it would be like to do this in front of a crowd. You’ll fantasize about eyes on you, eyes probing your clothed body and stripping you naked, debasing you even further with the filthy thoughts you conceal.

Just as you start to get into the swing of things Slade’s hands will tighten around your hips, his body turning rigid. He’ll thrust twice more awkwardly and then explode into your anus with a vaguely remorseful moan. Then he’ll drop his head upon your shoulder, sweat staining his bleach blonde spiked hair.

“That was fuckin’ wild babe,” he’ll exhale.

“Yeah,” you’ll murmur as you push him away and pull up your underwear and jeans to keep his spunk from leaking out of your asshole and into the ball pit. “Wild.”

Congratulations on Getting Laid in a Ball Pit!