Blow This Popsicle Stand Novels & Stories

“Last time I had ice cream, it was before Base Two broke my ribs for missing a strike in training. I don’t even remember what the shit tastes like.” His grin was smug. “Then today’s your lucky day.” The stand was a tiny one, tucked on the corner near a park. Kids ran past us with sticky fingers, their laughter sharp enough to make something twist in my chest. I shoved it down. Thomas bought two cones — vanilla for him, strawberry swirl for me. He handed mine over like it was a peace treaty. I licked it once, slow, cautious. Then again. Sweetness hit my tongue like a punch. Cold, sticky, ridiculous. My eyes widened despite myself. “Holy shit.”

I reached into my pocket, pulled out a popsicle, and unwrapped it. Stick—sweet wasn’t really my thing. But lately, I've been buying them often. I slipped it into my mouth and began licking, trying to focus on its taste, instead of Zane’s presence. “Is that a popsicle?” He asked. I glanced at him. “Isn’t it obvious?” Zane smiled—his signature faint, slant smile. “I can’t remember the last time I had one.” I pulled the popsicle so I could speak. “You want?”

The thing that had caught her attention was a game stand. "All you gotta do is break this pinata and win the prize of your choice~! It's just that simple, folks! So hurry up and line up to win your special someone a prize of their choice," the man explained just as the group saw a guy throwing a small ball, that to Maria resembled a softball, towards the large pink heart pinata.

I raise my brow at him and he gives me a drop-down-turn-my-stomach gorgeous grin before draping his hands over my shoulders, pressing me to his side. "The day isn't over yet Blaze" he replies and urges us forward. My eyes catches a game in which the player has to shoot down bottles and win a prize. "What's that called?" I ask Zeke and he turns to the direction I'm pointing at. "Oh, the bottle stand?" "I think that's what it's called, can I play that?" "Let me play it, then I'd win the prize for you" Zeke offers and I glance at him. "Really?"

Several balloons on the cork board had been popped already. “It’ll be twenty for four darts. You got to pop three balloons for a small prize.” The pimple-faced boy running the booth said. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my chest. I assume he liked what he saw because he flashed me a grin that was mostly braces. I harrumphed, “Well, that’s a rip-off.” Lifting a hand, I conjured a small blade out of thin air. The boy’s jaw dropped and a squawk of surprise left him. I dragged it across the meaty part of my palm, hissing through my teeth as blood pooled in my hand.

There were concession stands of cotton candy, pizza, fried dough, pretzels, ice cream, lemonade, loads of candy, and these tiny little lollipops I had never seen before. Game stands were set up with darts and bottles and ring toss and all sorts of prizes ranging from massive stuffed animals to tiny little keychains and rubber bracelets. The pier was buzzing with activity, families of the Aperture pack and visitors alike taking it all in and enjoying the carefree time together. “This… we have nothing like this in Texas.” I was in awe. Perrin just smiled and tugged my hand again, leading me onto the pier and to the first booth. “You have to try this one.”

Cameron asked. "Anywhere, I just wanna go out with you" Rose smiled and he just chuckled. "Come on then, let's go" Rose muttered and dragged him to the car. She drove out of the shop and they came across a barbecue stand. "Let's have some of that" Rose said and stopped in front of the stand. They both got down from the car and walked to the man who was the seller. "How much is one of these?" Rose asked. "Three dollars" The man replied.

“Malaysia, that’s not cryptic. The boy probably genuinely doesn’t know.” “It is if he’s trying to get in the way of me and his daddy.” I rolled my eyes. No way was I going to entertain her foolishness. “Come on, let’s go ahead and get this over with. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish.” By the time we finished setting up, the place looked immaculate with all the decorations. A banner adorned the school awning, illuminated by lights and adorned with pumpkins and leaves. Signs greeted visitors at the entrance of the school parking lot, and colorful balloons adorned the surroundings. A DJ played kid-friendly music, creating a lively atmosphere. Near the trees on the east side of the buil

The least I can do is pay for the popsicle. "Good afternoon" I greeted the man selling the popsicle. "Good afternoon ma'am, what flavor do you want?" He asked. "3 strawberries please" I said, deciding to try the strawberry with the boys. He opened his cart and brought out the popsicle. It has been so long since I had them, we definitely need it in this hot sun. He handed over the popsicle telling me the price, I paid for it thanking him then I went back to the boys, the line was a little shorter. I gave them their popsicle, we all licked it feeling refreshed. Then suddenly I was hearing giggles and whispers.

After sitting, I looked up at Barry. Barry walked up to me, literally backing me into a corner. "Is that seat comfy?" he asked. "I have all the girls who come over sit in that chair. They love sitting there while I show them off." Barry grabbed the pouch he was wearing and slowly unsheathed his large, flaccid cock and his perfect, bulky, and big set of balls.