Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 04:01:27 -0700
From: dakota phillips <boilvr1219@gmail.com>
Subject: Under the Big Top ... Part 6

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!

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Pt 6 ... Word Gets Around
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Rehearsal was in full swing.  There was hardly time enough in the day to do
much beyond getting ready for the show.  I was constantly by Jody's side,
waiting for his next cue, command, or need.  I was able to hear him sing
for the first time yesterday.  Damn!  His voice is as pretty as he is.  It
is so clear, gentle; but, powerful at the same time.  I wasn't fully aware
of it, but I was falling for him.

It had been almost two weeks since I had the foursome.  I had fapped a few
times at the end of the day, but was usually dissatisfied.   I was able to
suck Marcus a few times, mostly during lunch hour.  He still refuses to
return the favor.  I can't say I mind all that much, I still enjoy
pleasuring him.

Today, Jody was going into to town to have some personal time, which meant
I was free until tomorrow.  I went into the main tent and watched the
director staging the performers.  It was a bit chaotic in there, so I
decided to go for a walk.  I took the backway to the convenient store to
grab a snack.  The backway is a shortcut through the woods.

It was a hot day.  As I walked along the foot-worn path, my steps kicked up
dust in the hot sand.  In the distant the droaning sound of ... well, I
don't really know what the hell they are ... annoyingly pierces the day.  A
few birds flitter from branch to branch high in the pine trees.  I get to
see a few squirrels.

The trail leads to the rear of the store.  I walk around to the front, and
enter.  Immediately, my body is embraced by the coolness of the
air-conditioned environment.  I stop and allow myself to enjoy the
refreshment.  I glance around.  The counter person looks at me, nodding his
head in recognition.

"Hey, Riley!" came Emil's voice from the candy aisle.

Turning in his direction, I flash him a smile.  I walk over to him.  He is
wearing shorts and a t-shirt, like me.  Standing this close to him, I
realize more now that he is a bit shorter than me.  His smile is simple,
beautiful.  He is holding a handful of assorted candies.

"How's the act coming along?" I asked him.

"Oh, it is good.  Mister Dersden will watch the final routine tomorrow and
maybe make some cuts.  He told us it had to be about twelve minutes."

"I can't wait to see it!" I said encouragingly.

"You are always so nice," Emil replied.  "What are you here for?"

"Oh, something to snack on,"  I said.  "Can't really make up my mind."

"So many choices, eh?"

"Yes," I said.  "I do have a very selective appetite these days."

I looked at him with a knowing grin.  He looked at me, his head at a little
tilt.  His eyes kind of widened a little.  His smile got broader.

"See anything you want?" he asked, looking around the store.

"I do," I said, my eyes inviting him.

I then let out a laugh.  He followed by laughing nervously.  He proceeded
to the counter to pay for his candy.  The cashier bagged it and handed it
back to Emil.  I went to the cooler and got a cola from Peru. I like the
international influence in this area because I am able to get some really
cool things!  I pay for the cola and rush to catch up with Emil.

We walked the dusty trail a few minutes.   I uncapped my drink and drank
about half.  It rushed a welcomed coolness throughout my body.  Emil
unwrapped a candy and popped it in his mouth.  A few more steps and he
broke the quiet that accompanied us.

"You flirt a lot," he said.

"Huh?"

"Back at the store.  You were flirting?"

"Maybe," I said.  "Was it offensive?"

"No," he said, matter-of-fact.  "I know you have messed around a lot with
some of the boys in the show."

"You do?"

"Riley," Emil stopped and looked at me.  "You have been in the circus as
long as me.  We were both born into this circus world.  You know as well as
me that word gets around."

"Oh."

"It is true then?"

"Well, yeah."

"So, you like boys?"

"I have for a long time," I confided, taking a swallow of my cola.  "I just
decided that this year I wasn't going to make-believe anymore."

"Make believe?" Emil asked.

"You know.  Pretend to be something I am not."

"So," Emil continued.  "The flirting in the store.  Was that real?"

"Uhm ..." I hesitated, drinking the last bit of cola.  "Yes."

"You are attracted to me?"

"Emil.  I've always thought you were cute!"

Emil turned and continued walking.  I could tell he was turning all of this
over inn his mind.  I caught up with him, matching his slow stride.  I
could hear him crunching the candy in his mouth.

"I have never done anything with a boy," Emil said.  "Or a girl."

"Okay ..."

"How do I know?"

"I can't say.  I don't really know the answer.  You just know when you
know."

"Because, yes.  I would mess around with you."

"And for this time in your life, that's okay.  Maybe you will like boys.
 Maybe you will just mess around a while and then hook up with girls."

"I guess.  You would want to mess around with me?" Emil asked.

"Hell, yes!"

"Sweet," he said.  "You  are able to come to my trailer?  My folks are
getting supplies and will be gone for many hours."

"If you want to," I said.

"I do."

We stepped up the pace a bit.  As we made our way back to the backlot, we
chatted about mostly Emil's act.  He was nervous.  But, I had seen him
practice many times and knew it would be one of the better acts this year.
 Emil drew a key from under his shirt, tied on a cord.  Unlocking the door,
he invited me in.

His trailer was quiet.  I followed him down the shadowed hallway to a small
room about halfway down.  We entered, closing the door.  It was bigger than
I thought it would be.  Living this life, his room had pretty much the
essentials.  A bed, small closet with shelves at the bottom for his shoes
and folded stuff, a very small television on a very small table, and a
couple of books whose titles I could not read.

Emil put his candy bad on the table.  He turned to me and smiled.  He
lifted his t-shirt over his head.  His eyes shimmered as he looked at me.
 Although he was thirteen like me, his face made him look younger; like,
maybe, ten or eleven.  He looked at me, his eyes telling me to take my
shirt off also.  I quickly lifted my t-shirt over my head.  Emil looked at
my hairless  chest.  His skin was several shades darker than mine.

He then slide his shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them.  His
briefs were slightly tented.  I followed by pushing my shorts off.  My
boxers, however, were fully tented.  The head of my dick was poking through
the hole in the front.  Emil looked at it, then at me, smiling.

He then took off his briefs, freeing his dick.  His two inches quickly
lengthened.  The head of his dick pushed through the foreskin a little.  It
looked like it was, maybe, four inches in length.  His balls hung heavily.
 There was only a scrawny patch of dark pubes -- not even a bush.  Really
hot!

I slipped my boxers down.  Emil's attention was focused on my member, which
was straining upward 4.5".  Kicking my boxers to one side, I stroked my
dick a few times.  I moved in next to Emil.  We sat on the edge of his bed.
 There was a hesitation, a silence.

"What ..." Emil began.

I leaned in and kissed his small lips.  I could taste the candy he had
eaten earlier.  Emil drew back, his eyes looking deep into mine.  I gave
him time.  I thought if he was repulsed by that his dick would be limp, but
it was still straining forward.  He smiled a little at me.

"If anything," I whispered.  "Think of it as practice."

He smiled again at me.  His eyebrows furrowed a bit.  He then put his arms
around me and pressed his lips to mine.  We lay back onto his bed.  My
hands ran over his short hair, down his back, and over his butt.  I could
feel our dicks rubbing against each other as we made out.  Emil moved his
hands along my back, caressing my little ass.

I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue forward against his lips.  He
responded in kind, opening his lips.  Our tongues flapped and pushed
against each other.  He tasted great.  Our legs began to interlock as we
pressed our bodies together.  Our kissing went on and on.

I broke our kiss, my heart racing, my lust on fire.  I moved down his body,
kissing his nipples, his bellybutton, and then his dick.  Propping himself
on his elbows, he watched as I licked the shaft and took his hairless balls
into my mouth.  I returned to the head of his dick, swallowing it almost
completely.  I could feel the foreskin push back as his dick went deeper
into my mouth.

"Ahh ... mmph ..." Emil sighed as he experienced this new-found euphoria.

I repositioned myself so that I was on my knees at the side of the bed.
 Emil raised his knees.  His ass was right at the edge of the bed.  I let
his dick slide from my mouth as I licked his ballsac, continuing to his
small, hairless pucker.  There was a musty smell.  I pushed his cheeks
apart as my tongue swirled around the outside of his hole.  His balls
pressed against my nose as I darted my tongue in and out of his tight hole.
 He raised his ass a little, loving every minute.

I brought a finger up to his virgin hole and inserted it slowly.  His ass
firmly gripped my finger as it eased further in.  I had gotten it in all
the way to my third knuckle.  Warmth embraced my finger.  I held it still
for Emil to get used to it.

Wrapping my lips around his rod, I started bobbing my head up and down on
his dick while pushing my finger in and out of his little ass.  Emil was
now laying flat on his back, his eyes closed, his hands holding his legs.
 With each inward push, his ass raised to accept every inch of my finger.
 I was taking his entire dick into my mouth.

Emil's hips were bucking a little as I gave loving attention to his
boymeat.  I could hear his breathing get deeper, faster.  I increased my
speed.  He let go of his legs (but kept them in place), putting his hands
on my head.  Sensing he was getting close, I shoved my finger completely in
his ass, giving full attention to his rod.

His hands were now pushing at the back of my head.  His hips bucking
upward.  His hole tightening around my finger.  I could feel a little
droplet of cum trickle down my own hard member.  Emil then pushed my head
completely down on his dick, holding it there.

"Aghh ... ngh ... " he gasped.

I tasted his warm seed as his dick spit two nice wads into my mouth.   He
held my head there, his dick jerking a few more times.  I swallowed all he
had to offer.  Finally, I lifted my head, his dick smacking on his body.  I
looked at Emil, he smiled back at me.  I removed my finger from his ass.

Just then we heard the front door open.  We quickly got dressed.  Emil
turned on the television.  We positioned ourselves on the bed, as if we had
been watching television all along.  His door opened.  His mother peeked in
and greeted me.  Emil had to go and help put the supplies away and then
walk the horses.

I followed him out of the trailer and watched him go off with his father.
 Frustrated, I walked back to my own trailer.  I went into my room.  Damn!
 I had the rest of the afternoon and I knew what I wanted.  Looking out the
window, I saw Mikal going toward the showers.  I decided to grab a shower
also.

(TO BE CONTINUED)