Date: Fri, 26 May 2017 09:20:03 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: PARTYTIME FUN PART TWO Partytime Fun Part Two © Van T X Boi 2017 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you like this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read this and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated and do enjoy your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) Marty galloped around the circle in the staging area, like his fellow `ponyboys' he wore pink cotton pony ears attached to his curly mop and a vibrant pink halter hung from the pink belt around his neck. He shook his naked backside in time with the music, the pink flame of hair attached to the plug in his boypussy flared out behind him and between his legs his boytreasures were hidden by a sequinned pink triangle of material. He could see the rows and rows of faces that sat in the tiered rows of the tent and his ears were battered by the roars and cheers and whistles of the approving audience. He did not feel nervous; more excited at this his first outing as a `ponyboy' in the Shetland Pony string of the Stallions Ranch Troupe. The circling ponies now stopped as the music indicated and then one by one the ponies pawed at the haybale in front of them and then mounted the bale, again the audience cheered and roared as the semi naked troop of six year olds stood on their two feet shod with pink hooves, their hands were covered with similar `hooves' and they pawed at the air with one `hoof' raised higher than the other. Lights located in their pink jockcups which covered their boy dicklets blinked rapidly on and off. The Ringmaster cracked his whip. He was a tall top hatted teenager dressed in a tight fitting short sequinned red waistcoat that was cut to show his naked chest, his teen nubs sparkled in the spotlight from the glittered cosmetic powder that coated them; his torso shimmered with a similar product. Around his waist he wore a sparking suspender belt and attached to this were glittering white fishnet tights which were enclosed in black shiny PVC boots. His teen bulge was just about hidden by a tight tringle of translucent white netting also sparkling with sequins and now and again a flash of pink cock flesh could be seen through the wide mesh. "My Lords, Masters of the Woodlands and Young Rangers," his amplified voice rang out, "Welcome to the Stallions Troupe Circus. Tonight for your personal enjoyment and ultimate satisfaction we present the new Shetland Ponies a new part of our circus troop who will entertain your wildest dreams," Another raucous cheer rang out, "Are you ready to ride," the Ringmaster shouted and the crowd roared back, he repeated and repeated the cry until the tent was roaring with bellowing shouts and yells of boy hungry voices. The tent suddenly went dark and then a brilliantspotlight flashed on and illuminated the Ringmaster who stood beside the first of the boyponies, the others sat hidden by the haybales in front of them; the one lone ponyboy stood, posed with his pink hooves in the air; a second smaller spotlight played over his body and held its position on the `pony's jockcup flashing in time to the light hidden in the lining of the material. The Ringmaster held out a cotton bag and jangled it; the sound of jangling wooden items was heard. "Gentlemen now the fun begins, as I call out the number and if your seat number matches then you are invited down to be the first to take part in the Stallions Troupe Shetland Pony ride," another roaring shout deafened the ears of the boys. A set of spotlights now roved around the audience lighting up some of the expectant and lusting faces. A steadily increasing staccato drumroll sounded and the Ringmaster dipped his hand in the bag and held out a numbered ball. The Ringmaster held it high and shouted out the number; one of the roaming spotlights focussed on the lucky muscular lumberjack as he hurriedly pushed his way through the rows before him to come to rest before the boypony on the haybale. He raised his hands and the crowd roared back, then as the Ringmaster cracked his whip the ponyboy turned his back on the audience and the burly lumberjack gasped the slim ponytail and withdrew the plug from the boypony's boypussy. The crowd went wild as the lumberjack waved the pink tail in the air. The Ringmaster now swiftly walked along the circle of haybales, a new ponyboy rising to stand on the next vacant stack and another number was called. At last all the twelve boyponies had their first `rider' and stood with their horsetail plugs removed, their hooved feet apart as they faced the circled audience, all standing brilliantly illuminated by their individual spotlights. The smiling teenage Ringmaster rapidly walked behind each of the boys and unsnapped the pink jockcups, the individual spotlight flicking off as he did so, the audience groaning as the nearly naked boy disappeared into the darkness; at the end of the circle the last spotlight went out leaving just the main bright spotlight on the Ringmaster as he strode to the centre of the ring, he cracked his whip and the arena was flooded with light to reveal the boyponies lying naked on their backs on the haybales, a light pink padded sheet now protecting their skin from the scratchy straw, all the ponyboys were naked apart from the bright neon pink pony ears. The various lumberjacks were all in the process of stripping themselves and above the arena a circled row of large screens sprang into life, each screen showed the naked boypony with wide open legs and at regular intervals the view on the screens rotated so each of the naked boys were on view to the entire tent, the cameras zoomed in to show close up views of the boys private treasures. The crowd yelled and called and shouted and clapped their approval as each boy's delights were exposed to view. The Ringmaster checked the `riders' were ready, the lumberjacks were obviously all pulsingly erect from watching the show and the sight of the naked willing `pony' lying expectantly before them was an added incentive; he cracked his whip and the ponies sprayed each of their clients with a hidden lubrication spray, more hidden cameras zooming into to focus on the glistening and lube dripping cocks, once more the amplified crack of the whip echoed loudly in the arena, this time followed by the Ringmaster's enhanced instruction of "Now ride `em cowboy," and each of the twelve men launched themselves at their boypony. The cameras zoomed again, capturing the churning moment as each of the boys were penetrated and then continued to capture each fuck as it progressed. All the time the tent reverberated to the clamour of the watching audience, more than ready for their own expected turn at the haybales as the first part of the erotic show inflamed desire and lust. Marty moaned as his `rider,' a tall muscular ginger headed and ginger bearded brawny lumberjack slid his mandick inside his well prepared boypony pussy, the lumberjack grunting as he did so, appreciating the tight hole he was ramming his dick into. Marty had undergone the necessary extra training when he had joined the Troupe, the horsetailed plug was packed with extra lube which was squirted into a pony's pussy as it was removed plus the size was wider than most men's cocks so none of the lumberjacks present at the event should have any difficulty in fucking the ponies. The lumberjacks after the initial face to face penetration now adjusted their positions, some favoured the rear entry, acting much like a stallion mounting a mare, some just wanted the standard rear fucking, others opted for the lying on the side and the rest continued with the face to face, preferring to see their `ponies' faces as they fucked them. Black suited and masked security men carrying dummy cameras roamed the circle of haybales ensuring that no pony was being treated roughly but the participating men were all about fucking boys and not interested in anything that would deny them that pleasure. Marty worked the dick inside him and hoped the cream on his face would stop it from being burned by the rough grizzly beard. His rider was now lying on top of him, fucking him hard and Marty had to make just a slight adjustment so that his little passion nub was massaged by the pulsing manrod. He sucked and nipped at the mans nipples and half swallowed the man's tongue when he was kissed. Beside him and all along the circle of bales the same action was repeated as his fellow `ponies' provided pleasure to both themselves and their `riders.' "Fuck yo're tight," grunted the lumberjack, "but so pretty," he twisted his head so he could again kiss the boy. `What a fuck this ponypussy is, better'n any of the boys back home,' he thought about his last boyfriend before he had taken the six month contact, he knew the boy was already with someone else but none of the boys he had fucked held a candle to the well trained boyfuck he was riding and although he had plenty of man on man company during his contract and the use of his hand, he had missed the tightness and joy of fucking a willing and sometimes not so willing boy. All too soon he felt his balls lurch and knew he was at the end of this ride, he tensed, grunted hard and then shot his lot, his cock spewing the spent up sperms into the tight hole. "Fuck that was good," he grunted and panting slid his spermy cock out, the camera already to catch the last drips as they hit the straw-covered floor. Marty's rider now walked or rather staggered slightly so that Marty could clean his cock, the boy licking the salty strings quickly and swallowing the last dregs. Already the Ringmaster had called out another number and as the ginger man strode away, a big happy smile on his face and his still leaking cock, Marty's next `rider'; a short squat balding muscular hispanite was slowly sticking his five inches of man chorizo inside his boy pussy. Marty was not the first to satisfy his first rider; he was actually third on the list. Amongst the audience money was exchanged as bets were made between the gangs of assorted lumberjacks, foresters and woodland workers as to which man would cum first and which `pony' would also orgasm first.The crowd yelled and clapped as each member of the audience took their turns at the writhing `ponies,' the new `riders' shouting out their own claims of dominance and masculine joy as they bred their pony. A scoreboard appeared each time a rider spunked or a `pony' climaxed and money floated between hands not busy with wet throbbing cocks. The varied group of boyponies worked their respective buts of as they serviced the man mounting them, the boys ranged from red, to blond to raven haired and there were athletic boys with taut muscles and some roly-poly types whose bulging skin aroused those who preference was some meat on the bone when they fucked. The boys who formed the Shetland string had all been chosen to comply with the expressed preferences of the men who formed the audience and there wasn't a limp cock apart from the ones who had just climaxed, there was a boy for everyone in the Stallions Troupe and the men still on the bench seats were aware that their turn would soon `cum,' The backstage counters who were watching the action closely made sure the Ringmaster knew when each of the boys had serviced five cocks; the boys had more to do for the full performance and needed to rest up before returning to the ring. The ponies who had finished were herded into a paddock set up in the middle of the ring; a supply of water and juices was provided whilst they waited. Marty's other clients were a very thin Forrester with a long thin cock which had a very pointed end, a muscular burly woodsman and an older grey haired lumberjack who had difficulty getting his cock really hard but eventually he managed to get the slimy five inch length into Marty's pussy. "Sorry," he grunted as he leaned over Marty and began to fuck him, "but the sight of you young'uns taking cocks like that set me off quick," he winked at Marty, "so this second spunking might take longer," and he wheezed a rattling laugh. Marty however was more than able, his well trained boypussy muscles undulated along the thick man prong, the man's eyes widened as he felt his boyfucker grow and harden and then his natural instincts took over and five mad hip thrusting minutes later he was lying limp on Marty, his turgid cock leaking his sperms into the suctioning boypussy. One of the security men had to help the sagging old timer off Marty's squashed body, he was led away with his cock uncleaned but he couldn't give a damn; his bloated limp cock and aching empty balls told him how good it had been. Marty sat with the others who had finished and drank a much needed orange juice. He watched as the final cock was serviced, the last boy he knew was called Dean leaned forward licked the man clean and then the teenage Ringmaster cracked his whip loudly and the lights went down leaving the arena in darkness. Marty quickly joined the others to retake their places on the haybales and then bowed to the audience as the spotlights went out before reversing and bowing low showing his wet leaking boypussy to the crowd as the spotlights flashed back on. Martybent low, his fingers pulling open his pussy lips so that the combined sperms could drip out, each of his fellow `ponies did the same, the zooming cameras panned in close and the screens quickly rotated so each of the dripping boy pussies were shown in close up. The crowd went wild, standing and cheering as Marty and his fellow ponyboys pawed twice around the circle before they left the arena. As they departed the second string of older prepubescent boys, all aged between ten and thirteen, and all checked to ensure they were still not producing sperms yet; galloped into the arena, like the ponies they wore the same ears and tails and hooves only this time they were bright red. The second string did exactly as Marty's troop had performed; again each boy serviced five cocks before being retired to the paddock, the men chosen this time had all indicated their preference for an older boy and the wild fucking was just as heavy as the first round had been. By this time the audience had dispensed with their clothes so each performance took less time as every man jack of them were naked and hard and close to cumming. The second string was replaced with teenage `mares' all had small growths of curly hair left to indicate their ability to sperm and the five cocks serviced this time were taken from those who wanted to fuck a teenage boy with hair. The `mares' troop which this time numbered twenty four were similarly clothed in the ears, hooves and tails only now the colour was purple. The Ringmaster whip was cracked and the `mares' took their places, two to a hay bale; the chosen naked `riders' quickly made their way down to their `mares' and a further fuck performance was soon underway. Once more cameras recorded all the action displaying the result on the screens above which showed the double action on split screens. The object here was to make the `mares' produce their milk and the lumberjacks strained to prove their worth as expert boyfuckers as they plunged their cocks deep into the willing teen pussys; all teenagers were extremely well trained and it took the `riders' all heated up from the previous events some time before at long last the teenagers began to spurt their juices. The `mares ` trained for such exhibitions, all managed to send high jets of teen spunk fountaining from their teen dicks, each teenager being allowed to spray twice before trotting off to the paddock for a well deserved rest. The `mares' so well trained easily coped with their allotment of five men. Once the last rider was satisfied the `mares' paraded, showed their leaking teen pussys and galloped out of the arena to tumultuous applause. The ring went dark again and then the spotlight hit the Ringmaster, still clad in his red waistcoat and tights and boots only now his rampant teenage cock could be seen, pulsing and dripping with both lubricant and precum. A drum roll sounded and twenty three similar clad and erect teenage Rigmasters appeared as spotlights illuminated them. Seat numbers were announced and the twenty four muscular brawny big armed lumberjacks and foresters hurried naked to the haybales where they lay expectantly panting on their backs, their legs raised and their manpussy's pulsing and expectant. The combined teenage Ringmaster's pranced to the haybales and took position between the open and willing legs and began to fuck the teen cock hungry bottoms, the group fuck pushing the audience to scream and bellow even greater shouts and calls than before; the man-bottoms constantly changing positions to whichever they preferred and again the cameras recorded all the man pussy pounding action. Eyes were constantly watching the action either before them or in depth on the large screens. One by one the men groaned, writhed and quivered before they spent their loads and then the stallion Ringmasters worked the men cunts for their own pleasure. A hidden signal made by the teen stallions announced their climaxes, the sound system reverberated to a tumultuous whipcrack and each of the screen showed the spunking stallion cumming, their cocks being withdrawn mid ejaculation to expose a jet or two of their teen cream before plunging once more into the roaring maws of the writhing men to finish shooting their loads. Cheers and calls and applause rang out as each of the stallions achieved their goal. As the last man pussy was serived; this time it was the turn of the men `mares' to bend before the crowd to expose their teen spunk-dripping manpussys. All the time more money was exchanged as wagers were paid off, the scoreboard announcing the result for each of the teenage Ringmasters and teen cock desiring `man mares.' Once more the arena went dark and the now naked Ringmaster appeared to announce the intermission so the audience could avail themselves of the various products available to prolong their rampant ardour if they needed it and to eat and drink before the next session. Marty sat backstage and ate his sandwich and drink; it was all he was allowed as he would soon be in action again, there would be more refreshment available after the performance. The Ringmaster whom he knew to be named George came up to him as he towelled himself off after a short but needed hot shower. "Well Marty, are you okay?" George asked, wiping his taut teenage body dry, a makeup artist was already applying the shimmery powder and glittered paste as he chatted to the new boy. "Fine George," Marty sipped his drink, "I'm really enjoying it, all those lovely cocks and spunk. I thought you were so good to the way you can crack that whip." George grinned, he liked the new boy very much and was looking forward to fucking him after the show but he also had the responsibility of looking after all the boys under his care. "Well I think you've got a great future with the troupe," he smiled, caressed Marty's cocklet, he bent forward and kissed Marty gently on the lips and went on to talk to the other `ponies.' Rex Stalyon the owner and manager of the Stallions Ranch Troupe made an appearance and the boys crowded around. The tall six foot muscular handsome man clapped his hands for silence, "Well done all of you, the Lumberjackers and Foresters Club which requested this entertainment are well pleased," a cheer went up from the troupe, "and they have already asked us to provide similar shows for Christmas and Summer as well as their annual gathering, so I am pleased to announce an extra bonus for you all." A bigger cheer sounded. Rex now circulated and spoke to the boys in his troupe, kissing them and caressing them, all had been trained by him and every member of his troupe had spent at least one night in his bed as part of their training and everyone wanted to be invited back. He paid particular attention to the `ponies' who were a recent addition to his Stallions and he made sure that all of them were happy with their chosen clients, each `pony' picture had been advertised on the web prior to the event and the men attending had provided the information to ensure that each pony was a good match. Each of the `riders' had been matched to their pony or mare they had been allowed to fuck, the men had all paid good money and it was proving a very lucrative business Rex was expanding into. He informed them that so far there had been not a single complaint and he looked forward to working with them closely as they progressed through the Troupe. He paid particular attention to Marty being the youngest and least experienced member making sure he was at ease with his performance and his clients. The five minute lights flashed and the combined Troupe prepared themselves for the second half. Rex took a moment to step outside; he surveyed his enterprise, the huge circus tent which rose high in the sky and the surrounding solid marquees covered a huge tract of his land. The car park to the left also took up a large space but the parking area was constructed of concrete specially moulded to allow grass to grow in between the parking ridges which gave the impression the field was for grazing, his herd of milk producing cows kept the grass down, the cost of irrigating the car park after each major even was costly, he did not want the cows or their milk affected by exhaust residues and had plans to purchase a nearby vacant disused meat processing plant and turn that into a new car park and run an electric tram between it and the main entertainment area. He was proud of his expanding business and as he heard the final bell calling the audience in and the growing noise from the tent he nodded his head and smiled, "Where there's fuck there's brass," he spoke aloud to the glowing tent as the lights began to shimmer inside. A quick shrug of his shoulders and he headed for the control room, his mind now on the next part of the performance; `those new ponyboys are a great addition,' he thought to himself, `if only I could find a way to run them away from my private estate. The law can be such an ass sometimes, in fact most times.' Twig washed his hands and checked himself in the mirror; he still looked good despite his hard work. He stood to one side and then the other checking his profile, his finger slid up inside his teen pussy where Gary's teen spunk still coated his inner teen chute, he took a deep breath and manipulated his muscles, sensing the undulations on his own fingertip as he used his skill to move the slimy sperm further inside his fuckhole. At last satisfied he would not leak he replaced his blue shorts and leaving the fly full open so his teen cock was exposed he left the bathroom. He passed Josh's bedroom, the door was open and he could see Gary lying on the bed as Josh energetically bounced up and down on his fourteen year old boyfriends teen dick. `Gary's balls must have already recovered,' thought Twig as he twitched his own pussy recalling the fuck in the garden. `They make a lovely couple and are both lucky to have found each other,' he smiled to himself. Mitch was sitting on the sofa keeping an eye on the last of the partygoers, his boyfriend Tony was sitting on his lap and slowly moving his torso as he worked his lovers cock inside his pussy. Twig gazed around the lounge, there were just two of the other boys left and one was obviously cleaning his lover's cock after finishing their fuck, he recognised Jim and his father Derek and nodded at them. The other boy Bobbie was lying on the carpet, his legs wrapped across the back of his boyfriend Jerry, who Twig knew ran a sports car dealership. He kept his head down; Jerry was known to be a jealous sort and did not like the idea that his little lover was taking cock from anybody else. `Fuck if he'd seen him riding that Stallion teenager he'd have had a fit,' he thought to himself. He looked at Mitch and asked very quietly. "Is Jerry okay?" Mitch smiled and beckoned him closer, "Bobbie wants us to keep his copies of the pictures and the video here, he knows what Jerry thinks about him going with someone else," he chuckled and added, "little sod's only arranged a date with the lad that fucked him. If Jerry knew," he drew his hand across his throat. "Man's too possessive, boys like Bobbie like plenty of dick and Jerry should know that there's plenty of all sorts of cock in the boyfucking sea." He reached behind the cushion on the sofa and produced a fat looking envelope, "There's your money. I've added a good tip, Josh was really pleased with everything you did and Bobbie wants you for his party, best of luck with that." "Thanks," Twig pocketed the envelope, it bulged his shorts in the wrong way but he was heading past the bank and would deposit the money before he headed anywhere else, he had lost the odd envelope before and had no intention of making that mistake again. "Oh by the bye," Mitch handed over a business card, "that lead Stallion asked me to give you his card, he'd like to speak to you about a possible job with the Stallions, he says that Rex the owner is always on the lookout for something new and he wants to recommend you to him, he saw and heard about your work, says that there isn't anyone else in the organisation who does what you do so," Mitch smiled and nodded his head, "could be a step up for you, you know how good you are and the Stallions, well I've seen Marty's basic pay for today's performance. I think he's going to be able to afford to go to a good university if he keeps up that sort of wage, never mind the extras he could earn." "Wow!" Twig turned the card over and over, a million thoughts rushed through his head. "thanks Mitch, I'm off now, can you say good bye to Josh for me, I looked in but he was with Gary and I didn't like to disturb them." He bent down to kiss Mitch. "Sure thing Andy," Mitch reached up to accept the kiss and then Twig bent down further to kiss Tony. "Bye Tony," he kissed the boy on the lips, he could taste the traces of man sperm on his lips. "Bye Twig," Tony twisted on Mitch's cock and smiled up at him, "can Twig do my birthday party too?" "Sure," Twig and Mitch spoke at the same time. Twig waved good bye to Bobbie, Jerry was still fucking hard so Bobbie just mouthed `Goodbye'. Outside he quickly headed for the bank where he used his bankcard to deposit the money, he checked the balance and grinned, the money was mounting up nicely. He whistled as he walked along and then stopped by the park gate. He looked all around and checked down the street but there was no sign of anyone, he stepped inside the park and almost immediately came the shouts. "Andy, Andy, Twig," he looked in the direction of the calls, over by the willow tree was a group of figures, he guessed it was Rory and his mates, smiling he walked across the grass; as he did so Rory rushed towards him. "You made it," Rory's smile beamed across his face and he reached out a hand and slipped it inside Twig's flies, his hand slid under Twig's balls and a finger pressed against Twig's pussy lips before slipping inside. "You're wet too," Rory grinned, "who fucked you?" "Gary, Josh's boyfriend," Twig laughed and gently removed the hand, "hey come on now I can't walk with a hand up my bum." "Sorry," Rory fell into step beside Twig as they met the other boys walking towards them. "Everything okay?" asked a thin wiry ginger headed boy with freckles all over his face. "If you mean can we fuck him, I haven't asked," Rory was assuming his dominance, "but his pussy has been spermed," the other boys grinned and looked at each other; they knew everything was going to be fine. "What's the matter Pat?" Twig smirked at the ginger headed boy, "Seamus not giving you enough of that dick of his," he knew Pat quite well and his elder brother. Pat went redder than his hair and freckles, everyone knew his elder brother was fucking him whenever he wanted and many a time when they were playing football Seamus would just suddenly appear, drag Pat off into the bushes and fuck him and then after they finished playing football he would often fuck him in front of them. Seamus was quite handsome but for some reason preferred to fuck his own brother than anyone else but Pat wanted to be as big a cocksman as his brother was and if he wasn't being fucked by his brother he liked to try his chances with anyone who fancied a bit of boydick. Twig knew the boy had the ability and the lust to follow his brother if; he could actually get out from under him. The group came to a stop beside the willow tree, under its flowing branches there was a well flattened area of grass that was often used by couples for fucking in the park and Twig was a frequent visitor himself with his various boy mates. "C'mon," Rory tugged Twig's arm and pulled him into the green willow tree love nest. Twig stripped and folded his clothes along with Rory's to provide a pillow. He lay down on his back his legs wide open and ten year old Rory naked with his three inch boy todger at full mast knelt down between Twig's open thighs, his eyes on the glistening teen pussy that shimmered in the late evening sunlight from the lube and the traces of Garys sperms. He clutched his throbbing boy winkle and rubbed the exposed pink tip over the roseate pucker and then slipped it in the slight opening. "Oh fuck so hot," groaned Rory as he moved forward, his cocklet slipping all the way in as he placed his hands on either side of Twig's slim waist. Twig leaned forward so they could kiss and then Rory found his position and dug his knees into the grass as he began to hunk his hips backwards and forwards. The others closed around the two of them, they were also naked too and as Twig lay back on his makeshift pillow of clothes two of them knelt down beside his head, their young cocklets stiff and looking for action. George the Ringmaster strode into the arena, he wore a clean costume and his new fishnets tights glimmered in the spotlight as did his showered and re-glittered body. The second half of the performance commenced, his time it was the turn of the younger apprentices to be serviced and he looked back at the line of ponyboys all fully rested and eager to go again. He gazed around at the roaring tent and cracked his whip, the amplified sound rang round and round the enclosure. Marty and his fellow ponies pranced into the arena, their refilled and reinserted lubricating tails flaring out behind them. The noise in the tent became deafening once again as the ponyboys faced the naked and baying boy pussy hungry audience. End of Part Two To be continued... (What a time to run out of `ink', have you run out too?. Well if you want more and want me to continue this story why not write and tell me and don't forget if you like this one then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look up V for Van T Z Boi on nifty's prolific authors listing. Please, please also make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this further chapter. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. I am still looking for `Detained at Daddy's' and `Mummy Said' which remain `lost' unless you have a copy in your records, if so then please can you send me a copy. Sorry I can't be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post the ones I have managed to recover. Van T Z Boi)