Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 04:19:56 -0700 From: dakota phillips <boilvr1219@gmail.com> Subject: Under the Big Top ... Part 2 The following erotica 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. Keep in mind that one chapter leads into the next. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------- Pt 2 ... Sword Swallowing ------------------------------------------------------------- The company had assembled for a cast and crew meeting. This was sort of a welcome speech for the new season. It didn't last very long. It usually doesn't; time is money. The one thing that did catch everyone's attention is that Cecil, our ringmaster, had retired. With the theme of the new show, the new ringmaster was introduced. Mister Dersdon, the owner, had no sooner introduced him than a beautiful young man stood nervously in front of the company. His name is Jody. He looked to be no more than twenty. He was very slender with medium-length brown hair that flipped this way and that. He had dark eyes and the slightest smile. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The one thing I noticed is that he wore several bracelets on each wrist; leather, rubber and metal bracelets. He greeted the crowd, given his experience and credentials. He recently graduated from a musical theatre college in New York; this would be his first gig. As he talked, it seemed like he was staring right at me, right through me. I looked down often, maybe from shyness, maybe uncertainty, maybe both. After he finished, he followed the owner out of the tent. The company disbanded and individuals began working again, practicing and such. "Hey," the voice came from my left as I watched Jody disappear behind the flaps of the back door (the back door is the location the performers enter/exit the tent for performance). "What?" I said, startled. I looked to my left. It was Marcus. He was polishing one of his shorter swords. He had a weird look on his face, noticing I was stariing at Jody. Marcus sat down beside me, putting his feet up on the bleacher below. "About earlier," he started, "you seemed, I don't know, a little weird." "No," I began. "You had a weird look on your face when I offered to show you how to swallow swords." "Oh, I ... no, it was nothing," I confided. "'Cause I didn't mean anything ... weird ... by it," he admitted. "Too bad," I said quietly, but louder than intended. "Huh?" "I ... uhm ... nothing," I fumbled. There was long silence between us. The sound of horse hooves, the band practicing and talking filled the canvas arena. I brushed the hair from my eyes. "I heard what you said," he whispered, leaning in near to me. "You mean ... you would ... you know." "Depends," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Depends on what?" "The person asking," I said, staring right into his eyes. Looking out at the performers practicing, my mind whirled with the step I was now taking; a step I really wanted to take. I knew if Marcus was offended, this could be the worst year of my life. But, there comes a point that you have to step out. I wanted to believe that he would be cool with the whole thing. Silence lingered again. "Would you ... you know ... I mean," he stammered. "I mean, how about with me?" "I would," I said, understanding he was interested. "Sweet," Marcus sighed. "You done it a lot?" "Not once," I said. "Then," he began, "how do you know you want to ... you know?" "Short and sweet," I said. "I knew I liked boys since I was younger. I have just been too scared to do anything about it. Until now." He nodded his head, taking in all I was saying, thinking it over. He smiled at me, and patted me on the back. He left his hand there and rubbed my back a little. There was that silence again. "So ..." he said. "I'm kind of new around here. Where would be a good place to meet?" I thought about it for a few seconds, my mind tracing every inch of the circus' winter quarters. I then remembered a loft above the costume room. I told him I would meet him there in ten minutes. He got up, pulling his t-shirt down. He carried his sword down to the others and put them all away. He then looked back up at me, turned and headed to the location I told him. When he was gone, I got up and made my way there. My heart was beating heavily in my chest. My breathing was rapid with expectation. Giving him enough time, I made my way to the ladder,, climbing it to the loft. It was not dark, but shadowed. There were trunks and boxes piled here and there. The planks squeaked beneath my steps. Marcus stepped out from behind some boxes. "I'm glad you didn't change your mind," I said. "So, how do we do this?" "Like I said, you'll be my first. So, I'm not real sure of everything." I walked over so I was standing in front of him. I looked around and spotted a single box. I pointed to it, and motioned him to go over and sit on it. Marcus walked over to the box and then turned to me. He had a silly smile on his face. He motioned me closer. I walked over to him. "It's all yours," he said, sitting on the box. "Enjoy." I took this as permission. I didn't need to be prompted twice. I stepped back and looked at him, burning this moment in my mind. He was a really hot boy. Looking him over, I could see he was already boned. He was looking forward to this as much as I. I stepped to him and lifted his shirt over his head. He cooperated with this completely. I ran my hands over his hariless torso and arms. His blue eyes watched my every move intently. "How old are you?" I asked. "I'm 13." "I am 14," he informed me. I smiled at him. I tucked my thumbs into the waist of his shorts. I ran my hands around to the snap in front. It unloosened easily. I then glided the zipper open. Marcus lifted himself up so I could pull the shorts forward. Releasing them, they slid to the floor. Marcus kicked them to one side. He was wearing a pair of red boxer-briefs. I could clearly see the outline of his junk. I ran my hand along the impression of his dick. He slid himself forward giving me ample room. I felt his hard tool and balls through the cotton cloth. I then knelt in front of him. I looked up at him. He watched lustfully. Taking his boxer-briefs at the hip, I slid them down to his ankles. His dick sprung forward, standing straight up, pointing to ceiling. It looked to be a little bigger than mine, maybe 5". It was not circumcised like mine. Above his member was a nice bush of dark brown hair which looked like it had been trimmed. His balls dangled several inches in the hairless sack. I swallowed hard. My hand reached out to touch the first dick which was not my own. It was warm and spongy, hard and smooth in my hand. I glided my hand toward his bush, pulling the foreskin back to expose the head. It was beautiful. As I explored his boyhood, I became aware that my own dick was straining in my shorts. "Well," he whispered. "Go ahead." Taking his cue, I moved close to his dick. I licked the head, allowing some of the foreskin to push back against me and wrap slightly around my tongue. I pulled the foreskin back again. I licked his knob some more. Opening my mouth slightly, I allowed his dick to slide forward. I stopped abruptly, my gag reflexes getting the better of the situation. "It will be like swallowing a sword," Marcus began. "Go slow, allow yourself to get used to it." I opened my mouth again and allowed his dick to slip back in. This time I only took about half of it in my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his dick, I moved my head down and up as I had seen women do in some of the porn vids my father has. Marcus was loving it, except for the couple of times my teeth dragged along his tool. I was learning, taking mental notes and doing my best to please this beautiful boy. Being lost in the moment, I felt his hands on my head. He was helping my tempo, moving my head toward and away. In the next few moments, Marcus was standing, holding my head still. He was rocking his hips, sinking most of his dick into my hungry mouth. His balls bumped against my chin. I could smell his sex each time my nose neared his bush. His tempo had quickened quite a bit now. He was rocking his hips hard, fucking my mouth with his boyhood. His five inches was now completely going into my mouth. We were both glistening with sweat, with lust. His breathing was heavy. He moaned with pleasure. "Ah ... nah ... mmmmphhh." Marcus pulled his dick out of my mouth just as a string of his boyseed flew forward splashing my forehead, dribbling down my nose. Another string landed on the side of my mouth. A small third string hit my mouth fully. Marcus backed up slightly. A small droplet of nut ran from his dick. I opened my mouth and let the nut that was there dribble into it. I had tasted my own many times. His was like mine. It was warm, gooey. I liked it. His eyes were wide as he watched me enjoy his seed. As his dick was softening. I leaned forward, licking his dick clean. "Your turn," I said, standing up. "Ah ... naw," he started. "You can suck me all you want. But, I don't know about me sucking dick. I mean, I don't really ... I mean, I'm not into dudes like you." I admit I was a little disappointed. Hell, who am I kidding. I was really disappointed. I would have loved to have this god-boy go down on me. But, I understood at the same time. Marcus retrieved his clothes and got dressed. He thanked me, saying I could practice with him anytime I wanted. We did get together many, many more times during rehearsal and even on tour. He never did, however, return the favor. But that's okay, because I would find others who would! My first experience with boy-sex. I liked it ... a lot.