Driving through the large white gates, Derek was almost aching with nervous anticipation. Yesterday he turned 19, and exactly one year had passed since he made his pact to himself. On turning 18, he gave himself one full year to have sex with someone before he would succumb to the allure of The Amusement Park. He had hoped a year would be enough time for him to really earn his sexual awakening, but now that the time had passed it felt like he never had any time at all.
He had long seen the advertisements on porn websites and such, teasing a "sprawling park ground with infinite possibilities" and "numerous specialty rooms and theme areas," all under the umbrella of sexual freedom. Despite his virginity, or perhaps because of it, Derek had no shortage of sexual fantasies. Drawn to both boys and girls, he couldn't remember when he began dreaming of sex - it was a feeling that was always with him.
He had already saved time filling out the waivers and free-use consent forms online and sending in his at-home STD-Screening, but he decided it would be smart to pull into the line of cars underneath the blue "Information" sign, too nervous to mess anything up as he made his way onto park property. Once it was his turn to pull up to the drive-thru window, he turned his head and was dazed by the two figures standing inside. He saw a stunningly attractive woman with flowing dark purple hair, partially hidden beneath a black sailor-style captains hat. Her eyes captivated him, marked by precise eyeliner and long flapping eyelashes, begging for his attention as his own eyes fought to explore the rest of the sight before him. They broke away and caught sight of her shapely body, hugged by a black leather bodysuit with an unzipped neck displaying her hefty cleavage. The woman leaned out the window, allowing her soft bosom to hang within its latex container, the cleavage her breasts level with Derek's eyes.
"Heyyyy there handsome, welcome to The Amusement Park!" she cooed in an alluring voice that couldn't help but make Derek freeze.
She let out a short gasp as she was bumped forward by the second figure in the window, a chiseled and tall athletic man wearing a superhero-style spandex suit with a cutout between his pecs. The material hugged his abs and arms which rippled as he grabbed the waist of the woman hanging out the window, pressing his crotch into her rear and pushing her forward, her face coming within a hair's length of Derek's. As she gasped he caught a whiff of her scent, an erotic mixture of floral tones and that heavenly womanly musk that always made his head spin.
"I hope you're ready to have a fun-filled stay" the man said with a smile, gazing into Derek's stunned eyes. He could tell the pair was waiting for an enthusiastic response from him, but in his sexually stunned stupor he found himself unable to produce but a stammer. Clearly sensing his nervousness, the woman reached past Derek's lowered car window and gently grabbed one of his arms with both hands, pulling him from the steering wheel to the fully face the drive-thru.
"Someone's excited..." she said in a gently mocking tone, giggling to her male coworker who was sliding his gloved hands over the slippery material around her waist. "Our facial-recognition cameras have picked up that this good boy has already filled out his paperwork at home" She announced.
"How obedient you are" purred the huskier voice of the man whose attention made Derek uncomfortably horny. While inexperienced in all kinds of sexual encounters, he was more comfortable in his sexual proclivity for women. It was only a few years ago that he truly accepted his bisexuality to himself, and had before then shunned himself for looking at boys. "Follow the line of cars through and park at the locker rooms. You didn't select an outfit online so our default has been provided for you, you can find it in locker #336 along with your Orgasm Control Sticker." He continued
"Otherwise I'm sure you know the rules, you seem to be a well-researched boy. Don't try anything stupid because we ARE watching you" the woman snapped, her voice suddenly sharp and commanding. "The only other rule is to have fun" she said, her voice back to oily seductiveness before flashing a wink at him. She grabbed Derek by the chin, turning his head to face the road before planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Derek's head spun as the plumpness of her glossy lips pressed into him, the first time he'd ever felt another person's lips in any non-familial context. Before he could relish in the feeling he was snapped out of it by a loud *slap* as the man spanked his coworker, causing her to dart her head around and spit playful disapproval at the sly grin behind her.
Derek gave in to their instruction and began to drive forward, following the long line of cars ahead of him. He had pitched a tent the moment the woman leaned towards his window and displayed to him her marvelous cleavage, but when she kissed him he almost began to ache with pent-up pleasure. Tempted to reach into his pants and start working on himself, he reminded himself of the fantasy world that hopefully awaited him beyond the locker room.
When he parked and began to head inside, he observed the other patrons around him who were headed into the locker room. He saw individuals, plenty of couples, and a few groups of friends or lovers, all giddy with excitement for what awaited them beyond the Park's final gate. The door to the locker room was held open for him by a plump, curvy woman who was following what appeared to be her partner in another woman of similar appearance. Derek thanked the woman who grinned at him in response, delivering to him a feeling not of sexual attraction, but of completely mutual excitement, acknowledging the fantastic thrill that the two strangers held within them.
He walked past the intake desk for patrons who were yet to sign their waivers and took a right at a fork in the hallway, following a sign that denoted which lockers were in which part of the facility. Making his way to his designated locker #336, he wrapped his fingers around the high-tech handle which detected him as the user, giving way to a soft hiss as the locker opened up automatically.
He stepped inside the small room which contained only a bench and a coat hanger, upon which hung his designated outfit. Getting undressed, a line of precum stretched from his boxers to the tip of his now-soft penis. Derek chuckled to himself, recalling the way the two employees had looked at each other, and how sexually excited he had been at the experience of soft voyeurism.
Detaching the provided outfit from its hanger, he held it up in mild confusion. In his hands was a fairly skimpy piece of spandex-like material, soft and stretchy and filled with gaps. Upon sliding it over his body he found that it left his arms fully exposed, clung tightly to his crotch and waist, and had a marvelously low neckline leaving his collarbone visible. Attached to the hanger was a small orange sticker with the heart-shaped logo of The Amusement Park printed onto it. He followed the instructions he had seen on their website and stuck the circle onto his exposed upper chest.
As soon as the material bound to his skin he felt a strange tickle move through his nervous system emanating from the patch. The sensation spread throughout his body before settling and dissipating into nothing. The Amusement Park's largest claim to fame was the technology inside these very stickers, which allowed the user to completely control their orgasm. If what he heard was true, the right touch to this sticker could make his limp dick snap to attention in a moment, but he decided he would save that feature until a natural opportunity came about.
Eager to get to the meat of his trip, Derek stepped out of the locker and back into the locker room hallway, suddenly aware of his somewhat exposed body. Feeling mildly emasculated by his appearance, he moved with haste towards the exit, trying his best to shake the curiously exciting feeling that everyone was looking at him despite the very obvious fact that they weren't. Turning the corner at the end of the hallway, he was presented with a visual he had seen countless times in the advertisements online: two large white doors gilded in gold, almost shimmering in the light, beckoning to Derek with an unmistakable promise of pleasure. As he approached the portal he felt his chest begin to swim, his stomach full of butterflies and his head spinning in anticipation. This was the moment he had been waiting for all his life.
Pushing the doors open he was met with a storybook-esque glow of white light which briefly blinded him. His nose was met with the pleasant aroma of fresh spring air, and a soft warmth touched his skin. As his eyes began to adjust to the sunlight he started to make out a winding brick pathway flanked by the greenest grass he had ever seen, leading towards an assortment of buildings and facilities. The colors of skin spotted his vision as his ears tuned into sounds of pleasure. His heart began to race as the blur in front of him faded into a crisp image that he had trouble believing was real. It was just like he had imagined.