Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2007 20:50:32 -0700
From: Justin Dennis <coffee_rocks@hotmail.com>
Subject: What a Clown 3

Disclaimer: This short story is a work of pure fiction, and is based on
fictitious people, and a fictitious situation. It is not meant for the eyes
of children under the age of 18. If you are insulted by sexuality among
teenagers, homosexuality, or erotica in general, I suggest you do not read
further. If you are okay by the rules, you may read on.

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~TREVOR CORPRIKARIOUS~

A few months later, I knew I had found what I had looking for. I'd been
talking to many people, and eventually found my way to a group of kids like
me, led by a teenager named Jim Duss. He told us all how we could get what
we wanted, and how to make our moves.

It's been almost two years... I'm an expert at it now.

My first 'official' sexual encounter with a clown man was about a week after
my twelfth birthday. The clown was spunky and energetic, but also quite
young; mid-twenties at least. He wore quite a big get up, which only turned
me on further (I'm creepy that way). He had the works; big rainbow wig, lots
of make up, big floppy shoes, huge baggy pants and a colorful shirt complete
with giant pockets and that squirting flower.

I did my thing. During the clown's show you have to send him some
half-flirty, half-horny signals to tell him what you want. If he catches
them, he will either approach you later and ask "What the fuck!?" or "Hey
kid, how'd you like the show?" Personally, I'll take both, but they each
need different after-approaches.

Thankfully, the clown asked me the second question. "Fine," I answered. "You
were pretty funny." I played with my hair, and talked all innocently. Adults
love that.

"Good, good," he said, nodding. There was a long silence afterwards; this is
good, for is shows that he's thinking about you in THAT way, which is
exactly what you want him to thing.

"Where's your stuff?" I asked him.

"In the upstairs bedroom."

"Ah... d'you need help packing?" I hesitated as to what to say next.

"I guess," he shrugged. "You sure?"

"Yeah."

He led me up to the bedroom, which fortunately had a lockable door. I locked
it as I shut it behind me; he took no notice.

"Sir," I started. He turned and looked at me. "Have you ever had one of
those days where something... kind of wierd is stuck in your head?"

He smiled, "I'm a clown. Of course."

I nodded, and fidgeted my fingers on purpose to make me look nervous. He
asked me, "What wierd thing is stuck in your head?"

I grinned, "Something dirty."

He sat on the edge of the bed, and I sat next to him. I was now in position
to strike, but I had to do it slowly to keep him comfortable.

"What do you mean, dirty?"

"I mean..." I slid my hand across his thigh, feeling his heat come through
his clown pants. "Something fun," my hand reached his hips. "exciting," my
hand stretched towards his crotch. "and relaxing." He was hard; VERY hard. I
felt his cock twitch under my grip. I heard him gulp lightly, and take a
deep breath.

"Look kid," he said very slowly. "I don't think-"

"Just lay back and relax," I said as sexy as I could. He followed my
command, and took a few deep breaths. I slid off his baggy pants down to his
knees. His cock was the longest I've seen! Not too far over seven inches,
but... it intregued me.

Now, don't be dissapointed all you nifty readers (receives big bag of money)
but I didn't want to have sex with my first official clown. I wasn't good
enough at it yet, and this guy was in no position to fuck me. I figured,
hell, I'll suck him off, and see how he repays me.

I started slowly (as I do with everything); I massaged his testes while
licking the tip of his dick. It was swelling up further and twitching
constantly. Very energetic penis here, people!

Soon I was pumping away with my mouth, and he was humping away AT my mouth.
After many moans and groans, his semen was spurting in my mouth. I tasted
the saltiness and the warmth I've always dreamt of tasting again, but I
didn't swallow. I never swallow. Instead, I lean my head back so the sweet
cum would drip down my chin, and down to my chest and get my shirt all wet.
I loved it that way, and always will.

Then he threw me on to the bed, and undressed me. Blowjob? Eh... I wasn't
quite ejaculating yet, but, blowjobs are still fun.

Then, he surprised me. He pulled, from his trunk (that was beside the bed) a
vibrating sphere.

Now, this thing isn't meant for sexual pleasure, but, he convinced me to try
it. Now this thing is WAY too big for anal penetration, so he showed me a
longer way to use it.

By placing it in the precise spot underneath your balls, you can generate
waves after waves of pleasure from it. The clown held the vibrator under my
balls with one hand, and stroked my shaft with the other.

The pleasure was passing by me in a freaking nanosecond. I swear to God, I
came within twenty seconds... twenty seconds of the purest, most extreme
pleasure ever. Was it worth it? I don't know. I could only imagine how far
my cum would have spurrted had I made a wet orgazm.