Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2013 04:14:43 -0700 From: dakota phillips <boilvr1219@gmail.com> Subject: Under the Big Top -- Pt 1 .. Introductions The following story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to any person or circus is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic depictions of boys under the age of eighteen engaging in sexual activities. Because the story is erotica, I won't spend a whole lot of time with story development (except for this first chapter). Keep in mind that one chapter leads into the next. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------- Under the Big Top -- Pt 1 ... Introductions ------------------------------------------------------------- The sun was hot on the backlot of the circus. Although it was November, the day was still uncomfortably warm in Florida, the winter home of the Dersden Circus Spectacular. The previous show had closed only weeks before. Now the big top was erected, waiting for the talent to arrive and begin rehearsals for the new season. The lot was quiet now except for the occasional roar of a lion or bellow of an elephant. The familiar stench of wild animal piss mingled with hay hung heavily in the humid afternoon. This will be my thirteenth year on tour. Well, I'm really not on the tour, but a part of it. You see, my parents were circus trapeze artists many years ago. When they retired, they started vending cotton candy. They had me shortly afterward. Who am I? My name is Riley. I really don't know any other life than this and couldn't really think of being anywhere else. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am thirteen years old and an only child. Both my parents are French, although I was born in America. I am about 5'4" tall and weigh 94 pounds. I guess I'm kind of skinny. I have auburn hair that's not too long, you know, just to my eyebrows and to my neck. My eyes are blue like my mother's. Oh, my circumcised dick is about 4.5" long when its hard (yeah, I measured). I started getting hair about seven months ago ... it's auburn-colored too. My balls drop about 3". Yep, I can nut! The thing I like most about the circus is all the people you meet from around the world. By people, I really mean boys. I know I am only thirteen, but I think I have known I was gay since when I was ten. I have always thought boys were hotter to look at than girls. Heck, when I fap, it's while fantasizing about one of the boys, and even young men, in the show. I don't have too much trouble fantasizing. You see, the show provides showers for all performers and workers, and no one gets a private shower unless they have they're own trailer. Instead we have a communal showerroom that is built in the back of a semi. There are ten showerheads. When the last show lets out, there will usually be twenty to thirty naked guys in there. Plenty to look at! Like I said, I am gay. Although, I have never acted on it. There have been a lot of boys I would have liked to mess around with, but I have always been too afraid. The circus is nothing more than a small community really. Gossip spreads like a wild fire. That very fact has kept me restrained. Until this year. The theme the circus decided to go with this year is "Magical Child." Yeah, kind of hokey. It is going to be a show that tells about dreaming dreams and believing in the goodness of child-likeness. I hold back the barf even trying to explain it! Sappy! But, there will need to be plenty of younger performers this year. "Riley," called my mother. "Bring those boxes of cones over to our stand." I walked over to the supply truck and slid the four boxes of cones my mom needed. I wasn't real strong, so struggled as a I balanced them against my chest. I could not really see well in front of me as the stack towered over my head. I cautiously stepped forward. After the third step, I lost balance and dropped the boxes. They fumbled to the grass, one rolling to a boy my age. "Hey," he said in broken English, "careful there. You shouldn't carry so much." "Oh, sorry," I apologized, gathering the boxes. "I am Miguel," the boy said, handing me a box. I looked at him, our eyes locked. He was really hot. About my height and weight, but much more fit, he had dark short-cut hair and dark eyes. From his accent I could tell he was from Mexico. He smiled at me, holding out his hand. In the circus, it was always good to make friends quickly. I put up a balled fist. He looked at me. I then took his hand and formed it into a fist and bumped mine to his, smiling at him. He smiled broadly back to me. "My name is Riley," I said slowly. "Ah, Riley," he repeated. "We are friends, yes?" "Yes," I said. "You perform?" "I do. I am, how you say ... uhm, trapeze." I smiled at him. My mom came over with a handtruck to help with the boxes, scolding me for trying to carry them all. Miguel smiled at me. As I passed by him, he swatted my butt softly. He giggled as he ran into the tent. I pushed the handcart of boxes forward when I was quickly stopped again by a group of three boys. They were from the preceding tour. I said hey to them as they tossed a ball to each other. Finally, one boy threw the ball to me. Not expecting it, I baubled the ball as it bounced from my hands. "You have butterfingers!" said Rouslan, a fourteen-year-old Russian boy who performed with his family as bareback horse riders. "I'm sure that's not all he 'butters up'," laughed fifteen-year-old Sergio. He performed as a juggler. He was really good! "Well, I do try to handle my balls as well as you," I jibed. "Maybe Sergio can teach you how to handle balls well," kidded Oliver, another boy from Russia. He was sixteen. His parents had trained bears. Oliver practiced all duriing last season to be ready to go into the ring this season. The three boys laughed. Grabbing the ball, Oliver tussled my hair. Sergio lightly slugged my arm. Rouslan grabbed my face and kissed my left, then right cheek (he always did that). The three ran off to the performer's tent. I watched as they playful tossed the ball between them. They all were so fucking hot. I was fortunate to get to see all of them numerous times in the shower. I don't think they ever suspected. Rouslan, the youngest of the three, had long, dark brown, wavy hair that hung down to his shoulders and over his eyes. His eyes were dark brown. His complexion was clear and slightly tan. He had the fullest lips I had seen on a boy. He was a little taller than me, probably 5'7". He looked to weigh about 110 or so. He wasn't muscular, but was really fit. His dick was was uncircumcised. Soft, it hung about 4" heavily over two huge balls that dangled three inches. He had a small bush of hair. No hair elsewhere. Sergio, the fifteen-year-old from Argentina, was the prettiest of the three. He was around 5'8", 115 pounds ... really fit (not built). He had shaggy, dark hair and dark eyes. His eyebrows were fuller than any boy's I had seen. He had a little mole under the left side of his lip. His skin was light brown. He could usually be seen running around with no shirt (he even performed with no shirt), and so I knew he had no hair growing in his pits or chest area. In the shower I could see he had little hair elsewhere. His uncircumcised dick was was not quite 3" soft. His ballsac was always drawn up close to his body, enveloping two medium sized balls. He had a nice bush of hair above his dick. He had the sweetest ass a boy could have! Oliver, the oldest of the three, was sixteen. He just had his birthday two weeks ago. He was probably 5'9", around 130 pounds. He had dark hair and blue eyes. His complexion was fair, but not real pale. He was slender, but not real muscular. He loved jogging shorts and windbreakers and always wore them, although he never wore a shirt underneath the windbreaker. In the shower his soft dick was about 2". His balls hung heavily a few inches below. He had a small bush of hair above his dick. (As the story develops into chapters, I will elaborate on all of these boys as they re-enter the story.) I continued my way toward my parents booth. Continuing along the grassy path, the right wheel of the handtruck hit a little hole and tilted to one side. Two of the boxes I was carting fell to the ground. I positioned the handtruck, and begun to stack the boxes. A voice came from behind me. "You are Riley?" "Hmm?" I questioned, turning to the voice. "You are Riley?" the boy repeated. "Yes." "That woman," he said, pointing in the direction of my parent's booth, "asked me to tell you to get two bags of sugar." "Damn," I said to myself. "Is there problem?" he asked. "I will help." I stacked the last box and left the handtruck where it was. I turned and walked back to the supply tent, the boy followed me. I slowed down so he could walk next to me. He was about my age, my height and weight. He had blonde hair that was cut real short (buzzed) all over except for his bangs which hung half-way down his forehead. His eyes were blue. His skin was clear and fair. He was wearing no shirt. Glancing, I could see no hair anywhere. His nipples were small, and he actually had some nice abs. "My name is Riley," I said, breaking the silence. "I am called Mikal. In your language it is Michael," he said, shaking my hand. "What will you being doing?" I asked. "I will help you," he said happily. "No, no ... I mean ... in the show." "Oh ... forgive me. I walk along the wire." "No shit? That's awesome," I said, impressed. "How long have you been doing that?" "Me ... I uhm ... walk for ten years." "Ten?" I responded, amazed. "Heck, you don't look much older than that!" "Oh, no. I am thirteen years in age." "Where are you from?" "I am from Bulgaria," he said. Arriving at the supply tent, I grabbed one of the twenty pound bags of sugar, Mikal grabbed the other. We both struggled to get the bags back to the handtruck. I pushed the boxes aside, and laid the bags on the handtruck, replacing the boxes on top. I thanked Mikal, and he began to walk toward the tent. "We will be friends. no?" he asked. "Yes, friends," I assured. He continued to the tent, I to my parents. The handtruck was now burdensome. I pushed in heaving steps toward my goal. The wheels resisted turning on the grassy path. Trevor came up behind me and goosed my ass. I lost grip of the handtruck and in toppled backward. The boxes scattered. I turned in slugged him in the arm. "You look like you could use some help," Trevor said. "I could," I agreed. Trevor helped me assemble the boxes back on the handtruck and right it. He tilted it back slightly and pushed it forward. I always liked Trevor. We had both grown up in the circus. His family was from America; California to be exact. His dad was the concessions manager and his mom was one of the women that danced or rode the elephants. Trevor was sixteen, but not a 'big' sixteen. What I mean is that Trevor was kinda small and skinny, maybe 105 pounds. He was a little taller me, probably 5'5". He had dark brown hair and greenish-blue eyes. He was very tan because he ran around all the time in only shorts and flip-flops. He wasn't really muscular. We had seen each other in the shower many times. I was probably more open to him than anyone -- and yet, still, I did not tell him I was gay. He had a nice package. His circumcised dick was like three inches soft. I had seen it hard a few times and it looked to be around 5". (He showed me how to fap.) His dick hung over a ballsac that was small compared to other boys. He had a bush of hair above his dick and some hairs growing on his ballsac. He also had some hair (not a lot) coming in his pits. He had the cutest smile, and an even cuter ass! Together, Trevor and I pushed the handcart to my parent's booth. He stayed and helped me unload the boxes and bags. I was lectured by my dad about playing around too much and that I should've been back long ago. With the delivery made, I was released to go watch the practice in the main tent. I always liked watching the show come together. Once in the main tent, I ran into one other boy that was new to the show. He was unpacking a large steamer trunk of various size swords. I approached cautiously and watched. He eventually noticed me and said hello. I inquired about his act and he told me that he and his dad performed sword swallowing. I was impressed; there were some very lengthy swords there. "Oh," I said, "my name is Riley." "Hey, Riley," he said kindly. "Mine's Marcus." He spoke broken, but very good English. I could tell he was German. He, like so many other boys, was hot! He looked to be about 5'7", around 120 pounds. He had dirty blonde hair that hung to his eyes in the front and flipped halfway down his neck. He had beautiful blue eyes. His complexion was clear and slightly tan. His smile was not so much a smile but a smirk. He was slender and fit, but not overly muscular. "You don't mind if I watch?" I asked. "No, I don't mind," he said. "Maybe during the season I will show you how to do this." My mind went corrupt. 'Yeah, I would love to swallow your sword,' I thought to myself. It was weird, but as he said that he looked at me and it was as if he could hear what I just thought. He smirked at me. I resisted looking away. I smirked back. My attention was distracted by Emil who had just entered the tent with four horses. He had a really good liberty horse act -- which means the horses perform without being restrained by harnesses. Emil was one of the youngest liberty horse performers in the world, even though it was his father who actually trained the horses and staged the act. His father always stood just outside the ring when Emil performed. Emil joined the show last season. He and his family were Polish. He was a cutie! At thirteen, he was about my height and weight. He had dirty blonde hair which was always cut short. His eyes were hazel. His complexion was clear and a little tan. He had a few moles in random spots on his body and face. He was hairless except for the scrawny patch he had above his uncircumcised, two-inch dick (our pubes started coming in about the same time). His balls hung slightly lower than his dick. He and I were good friends although, like Trevor, I never told him my secret. The tent was abuzz with activity. Performers were unpacking equipment, the crew was making final adjustments to the rigging. An excitement was in the air. This was the year I decided to begin exploring my sexuality. These were the boys I had in mind. This was certainly going to be an interesting four-week rehearsal, and hopeful an even more interesting tour. 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