Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2023 11:25:51 +0000
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: The lecher clown - Chapter 1 - DREAM OF THE CIRCUS. ( For gay sf-fantasy)

The lecher clown -- Chapter 1 -- DREAM OF THE CIRCUS.

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It was a terribly hot night but that does not explain what the fuck made me
had that night a strange wet dream that still makes me hard whenever I
remember it, a gay dream, but why? I've never had sex with a boy or even
desired it.

When you cum in a wet dream, usually you wake up, but that night I didn't
and I suspect I shot torrents of spunk for in the morning the sheets were a
real swimming pool of cum.

Well, I remember that first I was in a cinema, I suppose. At least the
place resembled a cinema but I don't remember having watched any movie. I
was sitting in one of the front seats when suddenly I saw three clowns on
stage. I don't remember what they were doing, but I have the sensation that
I couldn't help but laugh a lot. And instantly I felt something that being
awake would have startled me. A totally naked clown suddenly appeared on
stage as if by magic and he was totally nude. He wore a heavy make-up so of
course I couldn't see his face, a white and red make up, which gave him the
aspect of someone who smiled and at the same time was having lecherous
thoughts about something.

But I've already mentioned that he was totally nude and with a totally hard
dick and I couldn't believe my eyes. What a dick! I won't be believed if I
add that the dick was half the length of an elephant's dick and suddenly I
saw the erect naked clown looking lecherously at me!

But I'd better introduce myself. I'm Enoch Harding, 36 and I own a hotel,
but being the owner all I have to do is supervise everything but I have
little work to do and I have a lot of leisure time. It's true that I love
going to the circus and that very day, Sunday, I had gone to see a circus
that was now in my town and that's probably what was making me have that
dream.

The lecher clown was now clearly staring at me sitting so close to the
stage which suddenly took the shape of the circus ring and I saw myself
willingly flying to the center of the ring. Even if it's a dream, I
remember perfectly that I went to the lecher clown willingly as if
something in him was calling me.

And what I remember next of that strange wet dream is that I was kneeling
and the clown drove his elephant dick into my mouth and I started then a
willing blowjob.

I'd never sucked a dick for I had never desired it, as I have said before,
but I suppose that sucking a cock is generally not so difficult. But the
cock I was sucking now was not a cock, but an elephant cock and I was
gagging. That was the most difficult thing but I remember perfectly that I
was relishing the taste nevertheless and also remember that I shot a first
load when sucking it, possibly the first time I came in that dream. The
clown's dick was getting deeper and I gagged and choked but I remember I
even enjoyed that and had the memory that the lecher clown was looking at
me, as if encouraging me: "I knew you could do it, you horny boy, and enjoy
the taste. Now I'm sure you will learn to deep-throat this elephant dick of
mine"

Hard to explain that in the dream, I was enjoying the taste of something
I'd never tasted before: a dick, but it will be harder to explain that what
I was most enjoying was how really difficult it was swallowing such a long
cock, learning to deep-throat it and the clown's dick getting easily down
my throat. But as I was dreaming of the fun I was having, I suddenly felt
it: it was as if a river had overflowed, it was overflowing into my mouth,
a long cascade of a fluid I'd never drunk before and it wasn't easy to
swallow and not choke. But I remember that in my dream I stuck to every
single drop of semen, unwilling to let any drop go to waste.

The next scene of the dream I remember is that I started watching the
magician, which must be the former clown, for he was also totally nude and
his hard dick seemed to me the same I had just sucked.

He was doing a trick with an old-fashioned deck of cards. I know the
magician was called Alex the Invisible and in fact I could never see his
face, but I could see the rest of his body and again that elephant dick of
his. He did something with the four knaves, of the four suits, but suddenly
I knew why the magician was called Alex the Invisible for suddenly the deck
of cards totally disappeared.

But the naked magician and former clown apparently wanted to show me that
night every place in the circus for now I saw him walking easily on a tight
rope. He was still nude and with his elephant dick nursing a huge boner.

In that moment I wanted to look at myself, as if surprised by something and
what I saw is that I had no clothes on and my erection was astounding.

As if I wanted to be again next to the lecher clown, now the tightrope
walker, I saw myself suddenly walking on the rope. Alex, for I suppose
that's his name, or else that's the name I will give him, walked keeping
easily his balance. Obviously it was his job and had done this a thousand
times before. But the surprising thing, maybe not surprising in a dream, is
that I walked on the rope with security keeping my balance as well.

In this walk I was walking first, from right to left and Alex walked behind
me, his hard dick pointing at my ass like a menace. But I walked with no
fear of falling although there was a safety net below us. Somehow as I
walked I knew what Alex wanted. He wanted to take my ass now as he'd taken
my mouth first.

But in the dream it seemed it was me that needed that dick so I walked back
a little with the aim that his dick pierced my asshole. It started hurting
me and it was just the tip. But Alex told me: "you can take it. You want it
deeper?"

It seems that I answered that I really wanted it deeper and deeper his
elephant dick came, though it was not even half his dick. I was conscious
of the pain but I was dreaming that my dick became a more enormous fountain
and the deeper his cock entered and the deeper the pain, the more it was a
fountain spilling semen. Now I didn't stop cumming. I'm aware that even if
I was dreaming, I must have been writhing in agony in my sheets the deeper
that monster fucked me. But I never asked the clown magician tightrope
walker to stop. Instead I urged him to keep on entering me till it was
totally in. The pain now was overwhelming and I was yelling like a pig at
slaughter but I only told him: "Alex, rip me open."

I felt all flushed with fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters

And read each one out loud.

And it seems to me that he kept on fucking me the whole night. I had gone
to bed at twelve and I knew it was six in the morning when he finally came
in my ass because it was then that I woke up covered in sweat and yelling
like crazy and the first thing I saw after looking at the time in the watch
is the ocean of semen there was in my sheets.

Then when I stood up, I felt the need of looking at my ass in the mirror
for I remembered the dream perfectly and in fact I had found a lake of
semen in the sheets. My ass seemed the same as every day but I wasn't used
to looking at it in a mirror and I found it somehow deep, as if it had
stretched a bit in order to take an elephant dick. I was astonished but
still hard.

That day I could think of nothing else that last night's wet dream and
there came a moment when I knew I had to beat my meat over what I'd
dreamt. I didn't feel gay, didn't feel like having sex with a boy, but even
so, I had to masturbate remembering the taste of that cock and even
remembering the extreme pain it had given me when in my ass. Why not
masturbate memorizing a wet dream when you haven't stopped cumming?

I was somehow surprised at myself. In that moment I thought I'll never have
sex with a boy, but also knew I could constantly masturbate over that
strange wet gay dream and that very day I had to whack off two more times
till my dick was totally happy but really exhausted.

The next day I decided that tonight I'd go again to the circus but I didn't
know then that the circus didn't open on Mondays and Tuesdays.

Frustrated, I decided to enter a bar and ask for a coffee. I had hardly
begun to drink it when a totally unknown man suddenly accosted me.

-Hi --he started talking to me-, I'd like to have a beer with you now.

I looked at him as if amazed that an unknown man wanted to have a drink
with me, but he went on.

-I know you're thinking that you don't know me. Well, first I'll introduce
myself. My name's Beaver, Lance Beaver and you know me.

-Do I?

-Look well at my face and now imagine it with red and white make up.

It was impossible but I knew who he was. He saw my puzzled face.

-Yeah, I'm Alex the Invisible and also the lecher clown. Last night you
sucked my cock and even had it up your ass deep in your intestines.

-Oh, how the fuck do you know what I dreamt?

-Because I made you dream it. So what do you have to tell me now? Do you
want me to sit now next to you?

I nodded for I understood nothing and I wanted to know. And I'd be lying if
I don't add that my dick was inevitably getting hard having just met the
lecher clown.

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