You feel bitter, remembering how helpless you felt at this age ...
Then you remember - when you were this age, what one of your uncles would have you do to earn some money. Which you also did a lot during junior high for money. You swallow and suggest it.
The carny smirks, then calls over a buddy to watch the booth. Taking you to the unlit area behind the booths, he undoes his pants. He's already partly erect. He sits on the ground and you kneel between his spread legs. He tastes salty in your mouth but you just do what you have to do until he ejaculates. It doesn't taste as bad as you recall, and you don't have the embarassing hardon this activity used to give you in junior high.
The carny does himself up and takes you out front again. "One more game, kiddo," he says, winking at you. "How many?"
You suspect the dice are loaded, but you decide to play the odds. "Ten." That way, you figure the average would be 35. Even a low-ball would be in the teens. You close your eyes and roll them ...