Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 21:59:32 -0700 From: Justin Dennis Subject: What a Clown 2 Disclaimer: This short story is a work of pure fiction, and is based on fictitious people, and a fictitious situation. It is not meant for the eyes of children under the age of 18. If you are insulted by sexuality among teenagers, homosexuality, or erotica in general, I suggest you do not read further. If you are okay by the rules, you may read on. - ~WALTER VANIKIPSKI~ My name is Walter Vanikipski. My problem, you ask? Well, I've been married thrice, for one. I divorced my first wife and my second and third wives were both killed; one in an auto accident and the other commited suicide. After three broken hearts I pledged a life of lazy, doing-nothingness, but now I'm in a world of sex, sex and more sex. I'm fourty-two years old, and VERY fit for my age. I believe this is because of all the caffeine I consume each day. My job? I have two jobs. My main money-making job is being a mid-executive at a cellular phone company. My second? I'm a clown. You can judge me all you want, but I'm only in this gig for one reason; sex. I've talked to many other clowns who are my age, and they do it for the same reason. Every family I visit, there's always that one teenage boy who looks at you, or even calls you, to him. Boys that age tend to be very curious, and cooperate to their fullest. And, I've never been caught once. I was brought into this gig two years ago by a nineteen year old named Jim Duss. He was a bisexual that would whore himself out to men and women alike. Sometimes even both. I told him what I wanted, and he introduced me to a few young boys who gave me tips about how to aproach a kid. Soon thereafter, Jim helped me grab my own clown gig, because, supposedly, all the sexually active children loved clowns. Being a clown is relatively simple; tell jokes that six year olds could create, and purposely suck at tricks. This gets the children going. But at the sex part, you usually want to go for the one that's the MOST bored. That's usually the primary target for experimentation. Gain their trust, and isolate them from the rest. Then, move in. The first boy I had a sexual encounter with was at my fifth gig. None of the other gigs had any good targets. This boy was VERY young, around eight, but was quite tall for his age. He was muscular, had quite a deep voice, and had a great beauty to him. Despite him being WAY out of the normal age group for target children, I confronted him anyways. I stroked his blonde hair, "Hey there." "Hello," he smiled. "Did you like my act?" "Kinda." he answered. "Not really?" I grinned, and he shrugged. "That's okay. Sometimes I don't really like it either." "You don't?" "Nah. It's too hard... did you see how I kept dropping those pins?" "Yeah," he smiled wider, revealing his pearly white teeth. "It was funny." "You think so? Well, I'm glad you see it that way." I walked towards the bedroom where I kept my trunk, and the boy followed me in. I locked the door behind us. The boy sat on the bed, and I sat next to him. "Little boy..." I hesitated. I knew what I wanted, but... I didn't want to be direct. "Do you know what sex is?" "No," he said quickly. "I've heard it, but I don't know what it means." "Where have you heard it?" "On TV," he answered. "Ah." There was a long, awkward pause. "I think it has something to do with your dick," he said suddenly. "How do you know that?" "My sister told me." he said. "How old is your sister?" I asked. "18," he answered. "Ah," I nodded. "So sex has something to do with your dick. Do you know anything else?" "No." "Do you want to?" I quickly swallowed my tongue... I'm revealing too much too fast. I gulped. "Not really." he said. I sighed. "You know..." he added, slyly. "My sister says I have a huge dick." "Really?" I did it. I gained the boys trust, sexually. Now, it was time to move in. "Can I see?" "Sure!" he exclaimed. His innocence made me chuckle. Quick as lightning, he took off his pants and undies. His little prick dangled a little. It wasn't big, even for an eight year old. I guess he thought he was macho. "Can I see yours?" he asked. Bingo. Without saying anything, I took off my baggie clown pants and boxers, but kept sitting. The boys eyes widened, and he gasped. His twinkling eyes met mine, and it dazzled me. I felt the urge that I've been searching for for seemingly eternity. But I had to restrain. "Wanna see something cool?" I asked. He nodded and sat back next to me. Slowly, I stroked my cock, and it began to erect. He watched in excitement as my dick grew to it's seven inches. He couldn't believe it. "Oh my God!" he murmured. "Do you... wanna touch it?" I asked. He nodded again. I positioned him infront of me, and showed him how to stroke my cock. Up and down, again and again. I loved it, and I layed back to enjoy it. Soon, he asked me, "There's stuff dripping out." "Oh, that's special stuff, and it tastes really good... wanna try?" "Okay!" Then I told him to wrap his lips around my dick, and go up and down with his hand. He did it so well... oh so well. I was conseived in the moment; it was just the two of us. My legs twitched, and my pulse quickened. The pleasure started to get unbearable, so I told the boy to take his mouth off, because I wanted him to see my seed... to feel it in his hands. I didn't want him to throw it up. Then, it happened. My pelvis thrusted as my legs twitched inwards, sending semen flying up into the air. My cock began pumping further semen, sending it flowing down my shaft, all over the boys hand. Some semen got on his shirt, and he began to get a little freaked out. "It's alright," I said. "What was that?" "It was... something very good. VERY good." "Good, how?" His turn. I told him to lay on the bed as I did, and to relax. I massaged his scrotum and cock, making him tense up. His erection wasn't even four inches long, but it was still strokable. I massaged it with my hand and sucked on it slowly, but fiercely. I moaned a few times, but, more in an 'oh-my-god-what-is-this-that-i'm-feeling' way than an 'FUCK-YEAH' kind of way. Either way, I think he was enjoying it immensely. Soon, he asked me to stop, because he was feeling wierd, but I told him that that was the good stuff that I had told him about, and that it will feel really cool. He decided to let me continue. Soon, his legs were twitching almost uncontrollably, and it was about to end. I knew the orgazm was going to be dry, so I decided that I was going to keep going even after the initial orgazm, to squeeze as much pleasure out of this boy as possible. Then it happened. The muscles in his penis gave way, and contracted multiple-times, and the boy thrusted his pelvis upwards. I sucked and sucked at his dick as it orgasmed, and the contractions were seemingly endless. I knew then that I had found a perfect life.