Date: Tue, 19 Jan 1999 17:04:29 -0600
From: Count Orlock <eddie54@earthlink.net>
Subject: Chippenditty's Secret Concert

Please do not read unless you are 18 or older.  This story describes sex
acts between men and boys.  Please do not read if this subject disturbs
you.


		       Chippenditty's Secret Concert
				    by
				Danny Ocean

Nasty
Nasty boy
I wanna see your nasty body move
				-Janet Jackson

Cast of characters:
Harold (40 year old cobbler, boy lover)
Kyle (9 year old Chippenditty extraodinaire)
Rigger (33 year old dance troup manager)

	As we last left Harold and Kyle, they had just formed the tightest
and sweetest bond in the dressing room of the dance rehearsal hall.
Afterwards, Harold drove Kyle home.  They sat in the car holding hands for
quite some time, saying nothing.  Eventually, Kyle's mom peeked out the
window and they decided it was time to part.  For the following week, every
daily chore they did was colored by the glorious memory of the dressing
room tryst.  They would smile whenever an image flashed in their mind of
the erotic coupling.  On Saturday, Kyle called Harold and demanded another
session.  He was not to be denied.  He pedaled over to Harold's apartment
on his bicycle.  Upon entering the flat, he stripped completely.  He
displayed his erection with a smile.  Harold, who followed suit, had been
hard since the phone call.  What followed was four solid hours of the most
intense, strenuous intercourse Harold had ever known with man or woman.
They both made an extra effort to please their lover and was rewarded
themselves many times over.  They screamed out their love for each other
during the height of orgasm.  Kyle had discovered a daddy and lover rolled
into one. Harold discovered the huge void in his life had finally been
filled, filled to the brim and running over.  Harold had never experienced
orgasms this intense.  A few times he was afraid of losing consciousness.
And although the sex was great, the ultimate pleasure was when naked Kyle
fell asleep on top of him.
	During the weeks that followed, they became more familiar with each
others personalities.  Harold turned out to be a bit reserved in his
emotions.  He loved Kyle dearly, but appeared a little stiff at times.  He
shied away from public displays of affection.  Kyle, it was discovered, was
a bit of a jokester.  He derived great enjoyment by teasing and taunting
Harold, especially in public.  On one occasion in a crowded tea shop, Kyle
teased Harold by impersonating an upper class gentleman.  He even put a
monocle in his eye in the form of a round cracker.
	"Father dear," he said with a nasal quality.  "Are you putting you
cock in my asshole tonight?"
	"Will you please be quiet," Harold hissed.  "Someone might hear."
	"Because if you are," he went on.  "I want you to keep it up there
for a longer period of time.  You cock shoots too soon."
	"Kyle.  People can hear."
	"Really, father.  I'm beginning to think you don't love me.  You
shoot your come almost as soon as you penetrate me.  I feel like a slut."
Kyle could contain his laughter no longer.  He found Harold's red angry
face was hysterical.
	After a midday sex session, they both ended up laying on the sofa,
sweaty, spent, and panting.  Kyle lay on top of Harold playing with his
chest hair, while Harold tenderly stroked Kyle's perfect, soft ass.
	"Do any of the other boys do this?" Harold asked.
	"Dunno," said Kyle.  He lifted his head off Harold's chest and
said, "Why?"
	"Don't be suspicious.  I was just wondering.  I mean, if they enjoy
sex as much as you do, I have some friends who share my tastes."
	"You mean they like to fuck little boys."
	"Is that so terrible?"
	"Not the way you do it," Kyle said smiling.
	A plan was hatching in Harold's mind that would make him very
happy. He felt guilty about other boy lovers weren't as lucky as he.  He
wanted to give them some happiness.  However, he couldn't discuss it alone
with Kyle.  He had to talk to Rigger.  When Kyle left, he called him on the
phone.
	"A private performance?  Secret?  What's this all about," asked
Rigger.
	"What if I told you that I could round up as many as 50 men who
would pay handsomely for a private Chippenditty show?"
	"How handsomely?"
	"Twenty pounds a head."
	"Twenty pounds?  You've got to be joking.  Who would pay that much
money to see little boys dance?"
	"Men like me," said Harold, a bit ashamed.
	"I still don't understand.  What sort of man are you?"
	"I and a lot of my friends are..attracted to young boys."
	"You're a pervert."
	"If you like."
	"Well, I'm not completely shocked.  I've seen it all before.
You've been seeing Kyle too I hear."
	Harold froze.  "Yes, if you must know.  We've become very good
friends.  Look you don't have to--"
	"I won't say anything.  Just be careful.  I'm in show business,
remember?  I've done a few unsavory things myself.  Just make sure he stays
healthy."
	"Of course."
	"Now getting back to your suggestion.  It sounds like a good idea,
but it's going to take some very careful planning.  We'll have to think up
something to tell the kids parents."
	"I'll help you with that."
	"Help, yeah.  By the way, what's your cut?"
	"What?"
	"Your cut.  You're rounding up the customers.  How much do you
want?"
	"Well, I don't want anything.  I'm doing this for my friends, but I
think you should give ten pounds to each of the boys."
	"Why so much for them?"
	"Well, it's a private show and perhaps it will have to be performed
far away..  and, uh, they'll be doing the full monty."
	"Naked?"
	"Not at first, but eventually they'll have to take all their
clothes off."
	There was a long pause while Rigger considered this.
	"I'll tell you, Harold.  You've got balls.  Have you ever worked in
sales?"

	On the night of the show, the van pulled up to the night club that
was 35 miles away from their town.  Rigger, Harold, and the boys piled out.
The boys ran noisily into the club.  Rigger said to Harold, "I hope this
works."
	"It'll work.  Kyle knows what to do."
	As the boys were getting ready backstage, Rigger and Harold
collected the money from the men who were arriving.  They had a small
problem with the club manager when he found out what kind of show it was.
So, they had to relinquish a wad of cash to make him happy.  The room was
large with a good sized stage.  There were tables all around with place
settings.  No alcohol was allowed, in fact, no drinks of any kind.  The men
were still arriving and taking seats at the tables.  Some had been
contacted by Harold personally while others were recruited on the internet.
Their ages ranged from 25 to 65.  Some were well dressed, some casual.
Some brought video cameras.  One considerate gent brought two boxes of
tissues.
	"Tissues," said Rigger.  "I should have brought some, too."
	"Never mind tissues," said Harold.  "I think we're going to need a
cardiac defibulator."
	The room darkened and the stage lit up.  The music began.  It was
hard rock and very loud.  The bass was so strong it reverberated through
the audience like a second heartbeat.  The boys paraded on stage with
confidence and macho.  They wore black jackets with tails, no shirt, red
bow ties and black stretch shorts.  And they were barefoot.  They marched
around the stage a few times, then took their places in two lines facing
the men.  Their opening routine was the same one they did for children's
parties.  They swiveled their hips, caressed their bodies, wiggles their
asses, kicked their legs, and humped the air.  In the middle of the song,
they stripped off their jackets and danced bare chested.
 	Crowd reaction was zero.  There wasn't one hoot, one holler, no
clapping of hands, or stamping of feet.  The men were enjoying the
entertainment in their own way.  And enjoy it they did.  Most of them were
slumped in their chairs, lightly massaging their groins.  They were all
moaning softly and salivating.  Some were constantly shifting in their
seats.  When the song ended, all the boys were posed with legs spread and
right arm pointing to the heavens.  Silence.  Rigger and Harold started the
applause which the men took up.  The pounding beat started again and the
boys marched off.  The music faded.  It was time for a costume change
before the next number.  The men in the audience took this time to converse
with each other.
	"Fabulous, wasn't it?"
	"Unbelievable."
	"Did you see the one-"
	"What a little angel."
	"I'm stiff as a board."
	The music started again and the boys pranced on stage wearing
nothing but pink speedos with a black "C" at the crotch.  The beat pounded.
They bent forward and shook their asses.  They bent backward and shook
their pelvis.  With their hands behind their head, they thrust their
crotches in the air again and again.
	The men were starting to lose control.  Many of them already had
their penises out and were stroking them.  Two gentlemen at the same table
were stroking each other.  Round and round they danced executing the most
exquisite gyrations in unison.  Their sweets young bodies were glistening
with sweat as they bumped and wiggled.  Sometimes they smiled sweetly in an
innocent manner while other times they snarled a sexy grimace that sent the
men up the ladder of lust.
	When that song ended, the boys stood frozen with hands on hips and
legs spread wide.  This time the men burst into applause which made the
boys smile.
	Then Harold's plan went into effect.  Without warning, Kyle
stripped off his speedo and stood there in all his glory.  Silence.  He
quickly spun around and challenged the oldest boy, Aaron, with his
steel-eyed gaze.  Aaron was speechless, lost in confusion.  Then he smiled
and met the challenge.  He, too, stripped off his speedo.  Then, like
falling dominoes, one by one, each boy took off his speedo and resumed the
proud pose.  Kyle, Aaron, Simon, Jordan, Shane, Matthew, Sid, John, and
Daniel all with their legs spread and not a hair on their balls.  The
audience went wild.
	Rigger was stunned.  It had worked.  The boys had done the full
monty.  Harold knew that if the boys were asked ahead of time to dance
naked, there would have been one or two that would say no.  This way, it
looked like it was all Kyle's idea.  The music started again and the boys
pretty much performed the same dance steps.  The men loved it.  They were
all masturbating by this point.  A few had already ejaculated.
	Suddenly, Harold noticed that Kyle was hard.  He walked toward the
stage.  Kyle saw him and started jerking his little cock and fondling his
balls.  The boys saw what Kyle was doing and faltered.  This was a little
too odd.  Kyle motioned for Harold to come up on stage.  The audience was
moaning loudly.  They couldn't believe this cute little boy was jerking off
for them.  Harold walked slowly onto the stage amid the booming rhythm of
the music.  Kyle leaped into his arms and started kissing him. He then
dropped to his knees, took out Harold's prick and started sucking.  His
mouth was hot and he sucked hard, his head bobbing rapidly.  Harold was
nervous and excited.  All the boys were staring, but it was Aaron who
snapped them out of their reverie.  He continued dancing and they followed
him.  During this time, Harold was able to strip naked.  Lost in the moment
of pure lust, he hoisted Kyle off the stage and turned him upside down to
suck his little cocklet.  What a spectacle.  Eight naked boys dancing
around a man/boy pair who were sucking each others dicks.  By this point,
you could hear the audience above the pounding beat.  Then Aaron did the
unthinkable.  The sight of Kyle giving Harold a blow job was too much for
him.  He started jerking his own cock in tempo as if it were part of the
routine.  The other boys would not be left out.  They all started doing it,
even the youngest ones who'd never done it before.  Some were poking their
own assholes while they jerked.  Their temperature was rising.  Harold's
face was red and his neck muscles bulged.  He switched from Kyle's cock to
his balls and back again.  He wet a finger and wormed it into his asshole.
This made Kyle suck like a vacuum cleaner.  However, a vacuum cleaner can't
play with your balls or penetrate your asshole which is what Kyle was doing
to Harold.  Then Aaron stopped dancing and just stood there jerking off.
Again the boys imitated him.
	Suddenly, one by one, the men in the audience got out of their
seats and, cock in hand, advanced slowly to the stage.  They looked like
the zombies in Night of the Living Dead.  When they got on stage, they
replaced the boys' jerking hands with their own.  The boys didn't mind at
all.  Then, as if on cue, the men dropped to their knees and starting
sucking them off.  The older boys like Aaron and Jordan knew what blowjobs
were and were happy to finally feel what it was like.  To the other younger
boys, it was a revelation.  They squealed with delight, grabbed the men by
their hair, and humped their faces.
	Harold and Kyle were bobbing their heads in a frenzy.  Their bodies
were burning.  Their sweat drip onto the stage.  They bobbed harder and
faster, harder and faster until Harold stiffened and his cock shot its load
into Kyle's sweet sucking mouth.  Seconds later, Harold felt Kyle's dick
spasm and twitch.  Soon after that they fell to the stage and kissed and
kissed and kissed.
	There were a lot of men waiting to get on stage.  They stood there
jerking their dicks to keep them hard.  Aaron was close to cumming in his
man's mouth.  His eyes were closed and his tongue was going crazy.  He
screamed out, "This is so fucking hot.  I want a cock in my mouth!"  The
next man in line ran to him and Aaron feasted.  Not long after he started
sucking, he exploded into the mouth that was sucking him.
	Jordan was enjoying his own blowjob when he looked over and saw
Aaron sucking a man dick.  He was always in fierce competition with Aaron
and was not to be outdone.  He looked at the next man in line and shouted,
"You want me to suck you?"
	The man's answer was his hard cock quickly plugged into Jordan's
face.  Soon two or three of the other boys were sucking mancock and getting
blown.  The remaining lads refused to suck.  The men didn't mind.  They
considered themselves lucky just to suck a boys tiny cocklet.
	Rigger threw his hands up in frustration and sat at one of the
tables.  He knew he should do something, but resigned himself to keep the
peace.  So far none of the boys were screaming for help.  They all seemed
to be enjoying themselves.
	Aaron's mouth was soon flooded with come.  He swallowed it down as
his man gasped for breath.  When the dick was pulled out of his mouth, he
shouted, "Done.  Next!"  He started sucking the next mandick.  Jordan
sucked harder to bring his man off.  No way was Aaron going to win this
contest.  Come on, dammit.  Come in my mouth.  He tickled the man's balls
and wormed a finger into his asshole.  The man started screaming and
ejaculating forcefully into Jordan's sucking mouth.  "Done.  Next!"  A man
on his knees was masturbating as he sucked the youngest boy.  Suddenly, he
felt a little hand shoving his hand away.  He looked down to see another
lovely young angel pumping him.
	There were many pools of cum on the stage from the men jerking off.
One unlucky gent slipped and fell with a loud BANG!!!  "Oh, my back!!! he
shouted.  He was completely ignored until one sympathetic little tyke bent
over and began jerking his cock and licking his balls.  "Does this feel
better?" he giggled.
	Aaron realized that Jordan was sucking more cocks than him.  So,
before he starting sucking the next cock he yelled to the next in line,
"Fuck my asshole!"  The man didn't have to be told twice.  He knelt behind
Aaron, spit on his seven-incher and slid it slowly into the tight hole.
Aaron moaned with a cock in his mouth.  The two men who were being blown by
Aaron and Jordan started talking to each other.  "You wouldn't believe how
hard this boy is sucking.  He's really wants that cum."
	"I'm going right down this one's throat."
	"This'll never happen again in my lifetime."
	"I know what you mean.  After this is over, I might as well go home
and shoot myself in the head."
	Jordan, still sucking, saw that Aaron had a cock in his ass as
well.  Two can play at that game.  The next time Aaron looked at Jordan, he
saw the little punk with a cock in his mouth, one in his asshole and one in
each fist!  This was one hot boy.  Aaron, with a cock in his mouth and
asshole, started waving his arms around and jerking the air with his fists.
The next men in line got the idea and were soon enjoying Aaron's soft young
hands on their massive poles.
	The music had stopped long ago.  All anyone could hear were sucking
sounds, slurps, moans, groans, screams, grunts, giggles, and high pitched
squeals.  "Oh, mister, that feels so good!" "Keep sucking, lad, I'm almost
there" "Play with my balls" "Oh, I'm gonna come!  Suck it harder!
Ohhhhhhhh" "C'mon, mister, fuck my asshole harder" "Done. Next!"
	"Son of a bitch," Rigger said to himself when he saw the club
manager on stage getting sucked by Jordan.  Kyle and Harold were still
wrapped up in each others arms, cooing to each other.  Soon the lines of
men waiting for blowjobs were depleted.  Aaron and Jordan had cum running
down their mouths to their chests.  Their hands were covered with it.
Rivers of cum ran out their assholes.  The stage was littered with
exhausted, motionless, groaning men.  One little lad could be heard
pleading timidly, "Can't you get it up one more time? I want to see it
shoot again."
	The boys were still hot and ready for more.  When they realized the
men were drained and useless, they attacked each other.  Aaron and Jordan
flew into each others arms and started kissing.  They soon fell into a
mutual blowjob position, sucking frantically.  Little boys were sucking
other little boys and fucking them up the ass.  The youngest ones were the
most insatiable.  Sex was their new toy and they wanted to play with it all
night.  They whimpered, shrieked, giggled, and panted. Their little dicks
throbbed in the mouths and assholes of their mates when they came.  They
recuperated in no time and started sucking and fucking again.
	Harold and Kyle were getting dressed.  Rigger had had enough.  He
clapped his hands together.  "All right, boys.  That's enough.  Get
dressed.  We're going home."  The boys voiced their complaints.  "Now,
now," shouted Rigger.  "There a ten pound note for each of you."  The boys
looked at each other and laughed.  Ten pounds was nothing compared to the
individual tips the men were giving them.  Each lad had accumulated a pile
of money.  They also acquired numerous business cards for future private
shows.
	Harold and Kyle walked out of the club hand in hand, more in love
than ever.  They sat in the van and talked while the boys got dressed.
"You were fabulous tonight," said Harold.  "Thanks so much for doing this."
	"No one had a better time than me," whispered Kyle.  The kissed.
	"What we're doing together, you and me, in private is something
that society hates.  They think it's wrong.  I think it's wrong, but I
can't help myself.  I love you so much."
	"I love you, too.  You're not going to leave me, are you?"
	"No, Kyle.  Not for the world.  You're the blood in my veins.
You're the air in my lungs.  Without you, I would die.  I just want you to
know how the world works.  I don't want you to be hurt by someone's
opinion.  There are a lot of people in the world, each with their own idea
of what's right and wrong.  You have to know when to agree, when to
disagree, and when to walk away."
	"And when to run."
	"Yes."
	"And when to dance!"
	"YES!"
	They were embracing when they heard the thud of the boys feet
climbing into the van.
	The next morning, a janitor walked into the club with his mop and
bucket.  He took one look at the stage and said, "I got's to ask fo' a
raise."

January 1999
Comments welcome.  Feel free to write a sequel.