Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2000 01:35:24 -0700 From: C. F. Earbrass Subject: Party Time PARTYTIME! By C.F. Earbrass ObjectLesson@hotmail.com This is a fictional story intended for adults only. All characters that are said to be underage are to be portrayed by consenting adults of legal age. Sexual activity with a minor is illegal in most parts of the world. If reading a story about this sort of behavior offends you or is illegal where you are, do not read any further. Also, since this is a work of fiction intended to arouse the reader, the characters in this story regularly perform unsafe sex. Be sensible enough not to imitate their behavior. Wear condoms with your sex partners. CHAPTER 1 Jimmy Baker's tenth birthday party was huge! It seemed as if almost every kid in the neighborhood and every other kid from school was there! His parents hired a clown, a magician, even a Super Special Forces Ranger, and he really looked and moved just like the guys on tv! Everyone was laughing and smiling and having a great time! Except for me. I wasn't invited. I didn't really have any friends in the neighborhood or in school. I was the fat kid. Everybody made fun of me because I was bigger than everybody else. I guess I should have been beating up all the other kids up because of that, but I couldn't. I was a wimp, too. I spent a lot of time crying because of all the teasing and mocking that I took. My childhood was horrible. Things improved enormously on the day of Jimmy Baker's birthday party. It didn't start off that way, though. I knew that it was coming and I knew I wasn't invited, but I felt compelled to see what it would look like. That morning I got on my bike and pedalled to the Bakers' house. The celebration was being held in the backyard and I was sitting on my bike out in front next to a camper bearing the logo "Parties, Etc.". I could see lots of streamers and could hear kids cheering and shouting. I was on the verge of tears. I wondered why I was so alone. I wondered why I didn't have any friends. I even wondered at that moment what it would be like to die. That's when I saw the clown that the Bakers hired heading towards the camper from the backyard. The costume he was wearing wasn't a clown costume exactly, more like a teddy bear in a clown costume. You could still see his real face, but he was wearing a bear nose and bear ears along with the clown makeup. I wondered if he would ignore me too as he headed up to the door, but he didn't. He turned to look right at me, and he gave me a big smile. "Hey, kiddo, you're gonna miss a terrific party if you don't get back there!", he said, all joy and excitement. What I did next kind of shocked me, because I've never been that bold before, but I wasn't just sad at that moment: I was angry. I wanted to say something mean just to see what he'd do, so I said it in the most hateful way possible. "They didn't invite me. None of them like me because I'm overweight.", I said. "Overweight" was the term that my mother always used to describe me, and I always hated it. I didn't scream the words or say them sarcastically. I was very calm and matter-of-fact about it, but it had the desired effect. The clownbear stopped at the door of the camper and looked shocked and saddened by my statement. "Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that. That really is mean of them." He paused. "Do you have any friends?" I shook my head. "Gosh, that's not fair." Pause. "I bet it makes you want to have a special party of your own and not invite them, huh?" I nodded my head and smiled a little bit. "Would you like to come inside and be my friend?", he asked. I couldn't recall a time when anybody ever asked me to be their friend. I smiled and knew that this was a special moment. This wonderful, magical clownbear was only at the Bakers' house because they paid him to be there, but he wanted to be my friend for free. I didn't care if this was just a guy in a bear suit and makeup. He wanted to be my friend. I popped the kickstand on my bike, climbed off of it, went directly to his side and grabbed his hand. He opened the door and gestured for me to go in first. I had never been in a RV before, and I was surprised to see that it was like a little house. "Wow!", I exclaimed. "This is a neat place, huh?" "Yeah, this is cool!" "Uh-huh, and we can drive it anywhere we want.", he said, pointing to the steering wheel. "Awesome!" "My name is Peter." he beamed, extending his "paw" towards me. "I'm Billy." I said, and I shook his paw which was actually a furry glove with the fingers missing. "Nice to meet you, Billy. Would you like a soda?" "Sure." "We have Sprite and Coke. Which one would you like?" "Sprite." He turned around and opened a little door that was actually a refrigerator! He grabbed a little bottle of Sprite, opened it, and handed it to me. I thanked him and he growled, "You'rrrrrrrre welcome, Billy!" I laughed at that. I was already having fun with him! "Well, Billy," he said, "if you'll excuse me, I have to pay a little visit to the bathroom." He then turned around and headed for the back. "You have a bathroom in here, too!?" "We sure do. Do you wanna see it?" "Yeah!", I practically yelled, running towards him. He opened a skinny full length door and showed me a tiny, little bathroom, with a tiny, little sink, a tiny, little shower, and a tiny, little toilet. I looked back into the face of Peter the clownbear and stated to giggle. "What's so funny, Billy?" "I don't think you're gonna fit in there!", I guffawed. His costume was somewhat bulky and the thought of him trying to wedge himself into the tiny space had me in stitches. Peter smiled. "Well, I think I'm gonna fit, but there might be one problem." "What's that?" He knelt down a little and looked directly into my eyes. "I don't think I'll be able to get the door closed behind me." I laughed a little at his dilemma. "I hope," he said, "you don't mind if I pee with the door open, do you, Billy?" His tone had changed a little bit. He was still smiling, but it was as if we were sharing a secret. My first special friendship secret. "Will that be alright with you, Billy?" "Sure," I said softly, still smiling at the idea of what was to come next. As I watched him gently push himself into the little bathroom, a sudden thought hit me. Peter the clownbear has a penis. Underneath that costume was a grownup man with a grownup penis. A penis that he had to pee with. A penis that, if I stood at the bathroom door long enough, I was probably going to get to see. I had only seen one other grownup penis: my dad's when we showered together when I was a toddler and a few months ago when he had to explain the differences between boys and girls when I walked into my 17-year-old sister's room and saw her sticking her fingers in her "vagina". Dad talked to me for what seemed like hours about how men have penises and women have vaginas and how babies are made (which sounded so gross that I guess it had to be real) and how playing with your penis (or vagina) can be fun "but only after you turn 13." He even took his penis out of his pants and showed me what a grownup one looks like when it's "erect". And every few minutes or so, he'd put his hand on my back and say, "Don't tell anyone, not even your mother, that I told you any of this stuff, OK?" I didn't tell a soul. Peter managed to fit himself rather snugly into the cramped space, but he was right - he wouldn't be able to close the door. I was transfixed by this odd act that was taking place in front of me. The clownbear's eyes were almost always on me. His fingers fumbled underneath his bear belly for a while until he found the zipper of his rainbow-colored overalls. He unzipped and fished out his thick, pink penis. The only word I could think of to describe it was "penis" because at that time I didn't really know any other words for it except for "peepee", and that seemed too childish a term to describe what I was looking at, and I was looking at it for quite a while. I even started to make comparisons in my mind of what he was showing me to what my father had shown me a few weeks ago. It didn't seem to be as big as Dad's, or maybe it just seemed that way because of the bulky costume, but either way, it looked very nice. All of a sudden, I saw a stream of pee jet out of the tip of his penis and into the bowl. It was weird seeing it because for a moment it was as if it wasn't going to happen at all because he seemed to stand there for so long. It was kind of gross watching him pee so I turned my head trying to find something else to look at when I happened to look back up at Peter's face. He was still looking at me and smiling. It took me a second to realize that he wanted me to look. He could have just told me to sit down on the couch up front, but he knew that I wanted to see what was there between his legs. I didn't even know I wanted see it, but he did. I could hear his pee slow down to a trickle, and despite myself, I looked back down at his equipment. I watched as it got down to a few drops, and Peter started to shake and squeeze the excess drops off the tip. All the while, Peter was watching me, I wondered if his penis would get hard the way my dad's did. Well, it certainly seemed to from where I was standing! After stroking it for a little while, he tucked his hard penis back into his overalls, saying "Well I think I should put this away for a while." I looked back up at him, and he gave me a wink. Peter slipped somewhat uneasily from the bathroom and stepped past me towards the couch. He sat down and patted the cushion next to him. "C'mere and sit next to me, Billy" he said, waving me over. I slowly moved over to the couch and sat down. He then put his big bear arm around my shoulder and said in a low voice, "How about you cuddle up close to me, kiddo?" I started to shiver as I scooted in closer. I got nervous as he gently pulled me tighter to his side. He was giving me a big loving grin as he rubbed his paw up and down my arm. He could feel me shaking. I was like a little earthquake. He looked into my eyes, and asked in a soft deep voice, "Y'know what?" "What?" "I bet if I gave you a kiss, you'd stop shaking." The idea sounded wonderful to me, and I had no idea why. "Y'th-th-think s-s-so?", I stuttered. "Y'wanna try it?" I nodded, afraid to say anything aloud for fear the moment might shatter into a million bits. The beautiful clownbear leaned over very slowly and gave me a soft little kiss on the lips that only lasted a second. He pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. "I think that kiss might have to go a little longer, don't you?", he whispered. I nodded, shivering. He leaned back in and pressed his soft lips to mine again. I could feel the whiskers of his beard lightly poking against the outer edges of my mouth. I was eager to do something more for him during the kiss, but I wasn't sure what. He pulled away again and moaned, "I think it's time someone taught you how to kiss like an adult." Pause. "Would you like to learn?", he asked. "Yeah," I breathed, trying my best to nod my head. "OK," he said, slowly bringing his hand up to my face, "Lesson one, kiss my thumb." I chuckled a little bit at his rhyme, and then gave his thumb a quick peck. "Don't kiss it hard and fast. Kiss it soft and gentle, the same way you kissed my lips." I was eager to please my new friend, the clownbear, so I took his thumb and kissed it like I was in love with it. Peter kept giving me instructions, and I happily followed them: "Keep kissing my thumb, Billy. Now give it soft little kisses. That's it. Now suck my thumb like it was a lollipop." His thumb tasted really salty, but Peter gave me a little reward by kissing me on the cheek. "That's wonderful, Billy. You're doing a good job. Now take a sip of your Sprite." He must've known about the salty taste. "Now I'm going to kiss you again, and this time it's going to be a French kiss. That means that we start with a regular kiss, but sometime when I'm kissing you, I'm going to open my mouth just wide enough for my tongue to come out and at the same time, your mouth should open just wide enough to let my tongue enter so that you can lightly suck it the way you did my thumb and the Sprite bottle, and believe it or not, the feeling will be out of this world! OK?" I nodded slowly, wondering what to expect. Peter gently took my jaw into his hand and lightly massaged it, telling me to relax my face and to "just let it happen". He leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips once. Then twice. The third time, he pressed his lips against me in a gentle but forceful way. I closed my eyes and tried to "let it happen", as he said. His head started to make little circles as he kissed me. The effect was somewhat dizzying, and I felt as if I were sinking into the couch. That's when I started to feel his lips open. I could feel the tip of his tongue landing against the outside of my lips wanting access. I opened my mouth just a little bit for him and his tongue dove in. The feeling was incredible! It was overwhelming! I had never felt anything so captivating in my entire life! As his tongue explored my mouth, I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck trying to pull him closer to me. I didn't know why, but I just wanted to press my hips against his enormous bear body. Peter must've understood because he quickly scooped me up and allowed me to straddle his belly, and he was kissing me all the while! I sat there on top of him, grinding my crotch against him and wondering if it would be all right for me to slide my tongue into his mouth. I figured that the only way for me to find out is to try it, so I slipped past his pink invader and let the tip of my tongue explore every inch of his interior flesh. He moaned! He moaned in a way that vibrated throughout my body, and it made me push my hips even further into his belly. Our lips seperated for a moment, just long enough for him to growl, "Oh, yeah!" His tongue slammed back into my mouth and almost down my throat. His hands were all over me, and his fingers were running through my hair. I loved this! I loved all of this! I couldn't have been happier! Or so I thought. CHAPTER 2 After we broke the kiss, I looked into Peter's eyes and saw something I did not recognize, and it scared me a little because it was like nothing I'd ever seen before. When I think back on it, I know now what I saw in his face: pure, unadulterated LUST! His face looked positively savage, and his breath was hard and fast. I, of course, had failed to notice that I was breathing just as hard as he was, but the animalistic expression on his face almost made me run from the camper. I stayed, however, because I wanted MORE!! It all just felt too good to be real and much too good to stop! "My god, you're good at that," his voice rumbled like oncoming thunder. "I bet you really liked that, didn't you?" I shook my head "yes", still panting. "I think I know of something we can do that would be even more fun. D'you think you're ready to try it?" "Yeah," I moaned. He flashed me a wicked smile, and then slowly undid the straps on his bib overalls, lowering the front until the soft, furry chest and belly of his bear costume was exposed. I started to feel it in my hands and let it tickle its way between my fingers. "That's it," he said, urging me on, "Stroke that fur. Feels good, huh?" I was so enraptured by the whole experience that I couldn't respond. "Y'know what?", he said, "I bet it would feel even better against your whole body." All I could do was look into his eyes. Whatever he was about to suggest, I was perfectly willing to do it for him. "Why don't you take off all of your clothes so that you can roll your naked body against all this fur?" The idea sounded positively wicked. I felt like a bad little boy getting away with something that I knew I shouldn't. I felt that way because that's exactly what I was! Suddenly, I started to get a little nervous. Peter saw my apprehension and tried to ease my nerves by saying, "It's okay. All the curtains and blinds are closed. Nobody will see you except for me." I loved the idea of being naked with him. I looked at the smile on his face and practically drowned in it. It was everything to me. I wanted to make him happy, and the feeling left me high as a kite. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and quickly pulled it over my head. I unstraddled Peter's bear belly so I could kick off my shoes and strip out of my pants and underwear. Peter's eyes widened as he saw my naked body. He leaned forward and said, "My God! You are a beautiful little boy! One of the most beautiful boys I've ever seen, Billy!" The look on his face actually intensified as his eyes glued themselves directly to my crotch! It was a look that made me much more aware of the fact that my little penis had become erect. I began to blush, partly out of embarrassment but mostly because of Peter's compliments. No one besides my family and teachers had comlpimented me, and even they didn't do it as fervently as Peter just did! He reached over and gently picked me up so that I straddled the belly of his bear costume. Peter was soooo right: that soft fur felt exquisite against my naked boy body! I began to slide my body sensuously against my beloved clownbear as the fur lightly tickled every inch of my skin, front and back. Being rather innocent and naive, I had no idea of the true effect I was having on Peter, but even I could notice the low moan in his voice as he said, "Yeah, that's it! Get into it! You know what to do." Every little move I made gave me a sort of heightened awareness. I began to notice how the fur would give me special "sparks", as I liked to think of it then, right between my legs. My little boy penis was hard enough to cut diamonds. I didn't want this to ever stop! "Kiss me, Billy," Peter moaned. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his face. His tongue invaded my mouth, and his hands firmly caressed my naked flesh. The fur beneath me, his hands around me, his tongue within me: it was all just driving me insane, but there would soon be more. Much more! Peter pulled his mouth off of mine, saying "I want to kiss and lick every inch of you!" I felt the whiskers of his beard as his lips suctioned onto the side of my neck. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue flicker against my jugular. It drove me deeper into the moment, making me moan like a wounded animal. His mouth slowly went lower and lower on my body, down my chest onto my hard little nipples and flickering his tongue swiftly across my belly. As he was sending me into orbit, he was raising me up further until my rock hard boy boner was at the same level of his face. He smiled up at me and growled, "I think you're gonna like this a lot, Billy." I watched his tongue slowly snake out of his mouth and hit the tip of my erection. I stared in sheer fascination as he expertly explored the underside of my cock with his wet, red taster. My boymeat travelled further and further up his tongue when suddenly, he wrapped his lips around the base of the shaft and enclosed my erection in his mouth. He gently started to suck, and I started to let out little cries of surprise and pleasure. I couldn't put what I wanted to say in words. It was my first blowjob, and I didn't even know what a blowjob was. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to go further. I wanted to know what was going on and what was happening to me, but in order for him to tell me, he would have to stop, and I still wasn't sure whether I wanted him to. All I could do was grab a hold of his bear ears, hump my hips against his furry face, and cry out in pleasure that I had never experienced in my life. It was then that I started to feel something build up in me, threatening to explode. I briefly started to wonder if this was what my dad was talking about before. I quickly decided to find out for sure and thrust my cock faster into his mouth. It felt like my body and mind were on the verge of exploding. My cries got even louder as Peter did something that drove me over the brink: he slowly moaned in satisfaction, "Mmmmm-hmmmmmmm!!!" Those vibrations travelled directly to my virgin balls and they contracted up into my body. My cries turned into grunts and yelps as my boy meat exploded into his open throat. My body started to spasm uncontrollably, and in the process, my young cock fell out of his mouth while it was still shooting. I watched with wide eyes as volley after volley of jism pumped forcefully out of my boydick and coated Peter's smiling face. His tongue snaked out and started to catch the river of cum that was slipping down the shaft of my boycock. His mouth then re-engulfed my pumping meat to feast on more of the sticky white protein. As the last of of my first orgasm wrenched its way through my fat little body, I started to collapse against him as my spasms slowly turned into sobs. It wasn't because I was sad or angry or upset that I started to tear up, but because it was all too much for my young body to process. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life, and I never knew it was within me! I felt as if I should have been doing this MUCH sooner! I felt that since I spent part of my life living in absolute misery being so concerned with what other people thought of me, this moment of pleasure should have come to me WAY before this. Looking back on it, I guess that it was sort of a blessing that I was able to achieve orgasm at such a young age. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have the fantastic life that I'm leading now. Peter held me against him and started to comfort me as I slowly came down from the heights of ecstasy. "Ssshhh, shh, shh," he whispered, "That's a good boy! That was wonderful! You are such a special little boy!" Pause. "How old are you again, Billy?" To this day, I can still hear him asking that question in my head and I still chuckle a little bit. "Nine," I answered. "Billy, you should know that what you just did is called an orgasm, and it's a beautiful, beautiful thing. Most boys aren't able to do that until they become teenagers! That makes you very special!" "I know about orgasms," I sobbed, trying to manage a smile to ease his concern, "My dad told me all about how babies are made." "Well, what you just did can be done for a lot of reasons other than just making babies! Is this the first orgasm you've ever had?" I slowly nodded my head against his chest. I felt him chuckle lightly. "At least you knew a little something about what was going on. I'm hoping that you enjoyed what I did." I looked into his face and realized that his face was still coated with my cumload! It was such a wild sight that I found it very odd yet beautiful. I almost started to laugh, but then I heard the door of the RV start to open. I quickly wanted to get up and try to hide, but my body was so devastated by the onslaught of my first sexual experience that I could barely move. My mind flashed images of my parents suddenly bursting in on this damaging scene, or even worse, the police, but what I saw in front of me was the last thing I expected to see! There before me was Lightning, leader of the Super Special Forces Rangers! He was in his body-tight red outfit showing off all of his muscles and a matching protective helmet with black visor, just like the tv show! "Holy fuck, Pete," Lightning gasped beneath his helmet, "where did you find this little beauty!?" I was stunned as I watched Lightning's silver gloved hand move down his body and grab his ample basket.