Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2018 12:16:45 -0500 From: Robbie Robot Subject: PARTYTIME FUN PART THREE Partytime Fun Partytime Fun Part Three © Van T Z Boi 2018 (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 enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity 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 water, 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. A good supply of tissues may also need be kept close at hand.) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading 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) From Part Two "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 Pat Three Marty was astonished at the noise the audience were making, it was exciting and thrilling and there was a sense of danger too. The security team were on the alert; eyes watching the cheering crowds that were all stood up, naked, cocks waving wildly in the air and some figures making powerful looking thrusting movements with their hips. The Stallions Head of Security watched carefully the bank of screens that covered the audience, his trained team concentrated on their allocated areas shown on the screen but the crowd were buzzed up and this showed. `These boy events are always problematic,' he said to himself, `but fuck do they make us the money,' he continued to watch the screens just in case somebody missed something. In the arena the event proceeded along the same lines as before, the difference being that the apprentices being younger and having to watch the antics of the first half were more than ready to shoot their loads so initially the second half went at a faster rate. Marty's first teenager was quite tall with he had a slim dick and he was so anxious to fuck that he blew his load in just under a minute. "Fuck," the teen swore and he looked at Marty, "Can I fuck you again?" he had a desperate hungry look on his face. Marty did what he had been taught; he kissed the boy and whispered that he was a hot fucker and he had liked the quick urgent fuck. "And if you want to fuck me again, speak to the Ringmaster, he'll be taking bookings after the main show," he squeezed the slim shrinking dick with his pussy muscles and the teenager groaned lustily disappointed, as he slid backwards his thin teenage cock was already swelling up. He stood on the hay stack and thrust his swollen and pulsing dick at the crowd and waved his hands in the air, a cheer rang up and he walked confidently back towards his seat, where he regaled his fellow apprentices how much he had made his pony squeal. Marty's boy pussy was already filled with a fat short four inch teen rod, the muscled nineteen year old apprentice managing to add a further three quarters of an inch to his length as the tight constriction of Marty's pussy muscles went to work. "Fuck, fuck, you're so tight," the teenager wheezed, "my girlfriend feels nothing like you, no wonder my boss insisted on me coming here. The teenager also regretted the use of steroids to improve his physique as the side effects had effected his penile growth rate. `Jeepers,' he said to himself, `maybe I have been missing out on the fun in the Forrester lodge,' as he recalled the moans and groans that had drifted over from the one bunkhouse that had been set aside for those who wanted relief and something different from their own hand. Watching the adult senior woodsmen fuck the ponyboys and teenage stallions had unleased his hormonal urges and the weighty scent of sensual musk and must that hung heavy in the air inside the marquee bolstered by the use of pheromones carefully added to the air circulation system had destabilised and undermined his hetero normal reactions at man to man, or boy to man sex. As he lunged deeper inside the tight boypussy his senses were further overwhelmed by the effect of Marty's training in bringing him to sexual delights and heights never before reached with his girlfriends. "Fuck this so awesome," he grunted as yet again another wave rushed through his body and mind and any negative thoughts about what he was doing were obliterated by the host of intensely pleasurable sensations and sexual intensity that brought his body to the greatest fuckheat he had known. His taut brawny rear started to vibrate with the speed of his thrusts, the muscled glutes shining with sex sweat under the spotlight. Up in the tiered seats, his burly boss gloated over the sight of his strapping trainee fucking away; he had already ordered his own personal video copy of the teenagers fornication, `If fucking a boy tonight doesn't open up his teenpussy for me, then showing him what he got up to will convince him to spread his legs at last, then I'll show him what a good time `logging' really can be,' he laughed throatily and stroked his own fat cock. `I wonder if I could get a chance at the pony he's riding, the one I did was hot but having Reg's pony would be extra special, perhaps,' his mind wandered to the possibility of a threesome with him, Reg and the ponyboy. `I knew it was the right decision to book him a boy rather than a teen for his first boyfuck,' he congratulated himself, `just look at him go, those glutes are a'hammering that hot ponyboy.' Down below Reg gave a final yodelling bellow as his blasted his sperms inside Marty's pussy, `I so got to do this again,' he mentally decided as in a final act of submission he bent down to kiss Marty. His decision was reinforced as he tasted the sweet lips of the boy, Marty's small tongue easily slipping inside his mouth sending another hot jolt to his flagging cock which happily swelled again. Reg lost in lust and desire kissed back, duelling his tongue with Marty's until the next in line tapped him on the shoulder. "Come on mate, it's my turn for pussy," Reg regretfully slid his dick out of the tight hole; he looked down at the writhing boy with respect glinting in his eyes and a boiling lust brewing inside his balls. `And no chance of an unexpected pregnancy,' his brain reminded him of the recent scare he had experienced just before taking up the job until thankfully his girlfriend had told him that she had got her period after all. Reg had a lot to think about. "Next time you can make me cum," Marty bated his eyes at the confused but excited youth and Reg's eyes boggled as his dick rose and thickened and throbbed as though accepting the challenge. Before Reg had turned away to stride towards his seat the other leering apprentice was already working his five hard inches inside Marty's spermed boypussy. Marty smiled up at the stocky seventeen year old; he noticed the throbbing pulse in the boy's neck, `This one is also hot to trot,' he smiled at himself and put his training and his pussy muscles to work. "Fuck you're even tighter and hotter than my brother," grunted the teenager who had been missing his younger brother's pussy for some weeks now, he took his frustration out on Marty's pussy, Marty having to squeeze tight to hold the penetrating cock and pleasure it. "Oh fuck that feels so good," the teen grunted and growled, `I wonder if my brother can learn to fuck like this, wow so awesome.' He continued to ravage Marty's pussy only this time Marty was in control and he worked to give himself at least one dry cum, his new rider puffing and panting as the excess of boypleasuring raised his lusting to another hot plateau of intensity. "These boys, these teenagers can be all fuck and cum," the Stallions sex tutor had explained as he taught the pony troupe what to expect and how to deal with it, "if you find that in your client, your `rider', you just need to work your assets to show them the error of their ways and," the lecturer had chuckled, "that will get them wanting more and more, so they will come back, hopefully until they are just lusting old men," Marty had laughed along with the other boyponies but now he was putting that advice to great effect. The teenager's tongue invaded his mouth and he mumbled, "Davy," his brother's name as he was lost in his sexual frenzy. Marty worked his hips and his pussy and was rewarded with the necessary massaging his heated boy bulge needed to bring him to a satisfying if not wonderful boy orgasm, "Shit, fuck me, he's coming, he's actually coming," the teenager grunted as the compression waves of Marty's boyjoy wafted up through his throbbing dick, seconds later his balls were galvanised into action and his sperms, rocketed up inside Marty's still pulsing boycunt. A few minutes of kissing and twitching and Marty could at last relax for the moment as the horny teenager reluctantly got up off him. The third client waited a moment, staring at Marty's naked and ravaged body before he bent down and whispered his preferred desire. Marty nodded, smiled and stood up; the teenager lay down on the bale, his beefy legs hanging down either side. Grinning Marty mounted the slim teenage rod and handling the slim fleshy five inch pole carefully he sat down, sliding the slimy teencock inside his pussy at just the right angle. The apprentice grunted and sighed and then writhed and jerked as Marty bounced hard up and down, rolling his torso each and every way possible. The teenager had a gurning look of pain pleasure as he was brought to his climax in very quick time. "Fuck you are awesome," moaned the eighteen year old as he lay wasted on the bale, George having to come help him get up, tapping him with the whip to urge him back to his seat, the teenager kept looking back over his shoulder but Marty was already busy. `I was supposed to ride that,' he said to himself, `after I'd got him to bounce on me. Fuck he was some fuck.' His fourth `teen rider,' a stocky blonde boy with a fat stubby cock sat beside him and they kissed and fondled each other before he asked Marty to get up on all fours, he lasted just three minutes before he shot off, but he kissed Marty and slid out looking very pleased and happy with his `ponyride'. Marty's final teenager was a tall rangy longhaired youth with strong arms from working his woodsman's axe,; his cock was a nice shape and length and dripped with teenager honey. He got Marty to lie back on the haybale and smiled as he slid his cock deep inside Marty's pussy and despite his height managed to be able to bend his body so they could kiss as they fucked. `He is the best of this lot,' thought Marty and he concentrated on making sure he had another dry cum, the longhaired teenager grinned as he felt Marty's orgasm shake him and knowledgeably he rammed Marty's pussy making him squeal good and loud and providing Marty with an earthshaking orgasm before he shot his own teen wad in the tight and trembling boy pussy. "Great fuck," the teenager whispered, "best boy pussy ever," he leaned down and athletically sucked Marty to another boyjoy before he slid the still stiff teenrod out. Marty lay back quivering from the happiness and the teenager saluted him, a huge cheer accompanied this and the teenager strolled back to his seat, a spot light following him as he went. Marty sat up slowly, his dry cum slowly ebbing away and his spotlight went out. Three of the other ponies had worked through their quota and were also sitting quietly watching the rest of the troupe complete theirs; their individual spotlights switched off like Marty's. Marty joined them keeping an eye out for anything to help him improve his technique. The audience continually roared and shouted their enthusiasm, spurring the last of the trainee apprentice's on, finally the last one, a tall spindly nineteen year old with a slim but now very floppy dick stood up. The crowd chuckled as he staggered and rocked off balance before he recovered his equilibrium and turned to jump over the haybale waving his arms in the air triumphantly whilst his cock wobbled about; luckily his ponyboy seeing what the teenager was attempting managed to roll off the stack before the dangling leaping legs hit him. The crowd laughed and cheered in response to his roistering attempt, especially when he stumbled on landing, just managing to keep on his feet. The boyponies shrouded in darkness as the lights went out stood up on the bales and as the spotlights flared blindingly they held up their `tails' and their `punk cups,' slowly turning around so the cameras could close in on their naked bodies; sensually they bent down and the cameras in swift succession filmed deep close ups of their dripping boypussies, the `ponies' holding their cheeks open to display the droplets of sperms oozing out of their fucked boycunts. Tumultuous applause sent a wave of sound and clapping breezes towards the ponies who made a final bow and scampered off as the Ringmaster cracked his whip. The audience waited expecting the older ponies to appear so that the rest of the apprentices could take part in the show. As the teenage Ringmaster raised his whip, the curtains quivered and the audience grew silent, suddenly a small figure appeared crossing the ring towards the Ringmaster who stepped back and lowered his whip, the audience murmured wandering what was coming next. The young boy wore a cowboy hat with a pink bandana tied around his throat and he wore rattlesnake boots with glinting spurs which chimed as he walked. "What are you doing here?" the Ringmaster George asked bending down to speak to the cowboy boy. Clearly they crowd heard the boy speak, George's microphone close to his mouth amplified his voice and the crowd's interest grew as they realised this must be part of the show. "I've lost my horsey," the boy replied making a show of the glitter tears that fell from his eyes. The crowd cheered and laughed. "So what do you want me to do?" asked the George standing back up, the crowd watched either directly or the huge screens that showed the greater detail. "Can you find him for me," the cowboy boy held out a piece of paper and the Ringmaster made a great show of taking it and holding it up to the lights. "Woodman Chuck Dorrick," the Ringmaster George spoke slowly annunciating each word, and then turned around speaking as he spun, "is there a Woodman Chuck Dorrick in the house?" A huge laugh and cheer rang out as a heavily muscled figure stood up, the tall woodsman blushing bright red as the cameras showed slowly made his way down the stairs, his embarrassment shown up by the spotlight that followed him. As the man strode into the ring the cowboy boy jumped up and down, his young cocklet bouncing as he shouted, "That's him, that's my horsey." Chuck the woodsman went a further shade of red as he approached the two figures. "So can you confirm that you are Woodsman Chuck Dorrick?" the teenage Ringmaster asked, his voice loud, Chuck nodded, his discomfort quite clear. "And is it true you work part-time as a `horsey?" the audience cheered the laughter ringing even louder as Chuck reluctantly nodded his `Yes'; his head hanging low. Two of the teenage stallions now pranced into the arena, they carried bags between their teeth and displaying and strutting their bodies they let the cameras focus on their teenage cocks and balls as they flounced around before dropping the two bags at the Ringmaster's feet. The Ringmaster opened the bags and held up a set of sparkling reins covered in rhinestones and a long pair of pink horses ears; the crowd cheered and clapped. As the Ringmaster George displayed the glittering reins and the pink sequined ears to the audience the teenage stallions knelt down; hidden in the bag were a set of hooves and knee pads which they assisted the poor `horsey' into as the Ringmaster slowly turned showing the reins and the ears in close up on the screens. He handed the items to the stallions who slipped them carefully on Chuck's ears which almost matched the bright colour of the pink ears and worked the sequinned reins over his head. "Ready to ride?" he asked the cowboy boy as the audience roared with laughter as Chuck was brought to his knees by the stallions who got him down on all fours. The cowboy walked around his `steed' and then went to The Ringmaster's side and appeared to whisper in his ear. "Oh," George looked up at the crowd, "he says his horse hasn't got a tail," the audience cheered, laughed and drummed their feet on the boards whilst the embarrassed woodsman bent his head in mortification. A trumpet sounded, the musician making a noise like a neighing horse and another of the teenage stallions pranced into the ring, he made a circle along the bales, his naked body on show and the long pink tail hanging from his mouth was shown in close up on the screens. He pranced up to George and pawing downwards with his gloved hooves bent his head so George could grasp the tail, the stallion clamped down on the tail and he and George played to crowd as with a final flourish George snatched the tail and the teenage stallion pranced away, after completing another gallop over the haybale circle. Chuck had been all this time held kneeling by George's teenage assistants. George displayed the long fluorescent pink tail to the crowd and then approached the group in the centre, he made a long bow and handed the cowboy boy the long haired pink tail. A cheer and laughter rang out as the boy approached his steed and making a big show of licking the end of the tail, it already glistened with a heavy dose of lubricant, he placed the pointed tip at Chuck's manhole. Making a big show of trying to push the tail in, the crowd roaring and cheering him on, he finally slid the tail home. Chuck's humiliation apparently complete, the boy took a couple of steps backwards, his jingling spurs ringing around the arena as he inspected his `horsey'. The crowd was laughing and cheering as with a flourish of his slightly oversized Stetson the boy rushed at Chuck and mounted him. Dragging on the rains, Chuck was forced up of his front feet, the stallions helping to balance him, before the boy urged his `horsey' to walk around the ring. The cameras all the time, zooming in where necessary, one picturing the waving tail from the back where it protruded from Chuck's mancunt. George cracked his whip a number of times and the boy led Chuck to the stacked haybales where Chuck was steered along the circle, the crowd happily entertained by the humiliating scene. Chuck was made to spin around, much like a show horse at a circus as he made his way along the stacks of hay. George cracked his whip and again with the help of the stallions, Chuck was made to rear in the air, the boy clinging tight to his back before steering Chuck down of the bales. Despite Chuck's humiliation and domination it was clear by the state of his engorged and copiously dripping cock that he was certainly very excited by what was happening to him. "I give you Chuck the `Horsey' and his young rider," Ringmaster George's voice rang out: a spotlight fell on the rearing' horsey' and then the arena went completely dark as the crowd laughed, cheered and clapped. A small spotlight now came on; George was standing beside the boy and his `horsey,' a nosebag having been placed over Chuck's head whilst the lights went out. Applause sounded and then the boy tugged at George's whip. George bent down, his hand around his ear as thought trying to hear what the boy was saying over the noise. "What," George's amplified voice echoed above the noise and the crowd became quieter. George turned around speaking slowly, "He says he wants to ride his `horsey' again" the crowd roared and George held up his hand, "but," he shouted to get the crowd silenced, "this time he wants a different sort of ride." As he spoke the spotlights on the middle of the arena lit up and in the centre of the ring appeared a circular bed covered in what looked like grass. George led the boy who pulled Chuck with his reins towards the bed. The crowd watched intently, quietened in anticipation, a murmur rang around as they waited to see what would happen. Rory moaned as his slim boy dicklet slid inside Twig's tight teenage pussy, Twig immediately began to work his pussy muscles around the thin fleshy tube, Rory sank down and nibbled at Twig's teats, his mates, Tim and Pat kneeling either side of Twig's head were kissing each other as Twig's mouth and hands worked their pricklets. Rory loved the strong pressure around his dicklet as well as the wet moistness of the sperms that clung to Twig's inner membrane. He thrust hard, his weight compressing Twig's teenage cock between their bodies, a small amount of precum spilling from Twig's cockslit spread slowly around where it was pleasantly rubbed by the movement of the two bodies. Pat sucked at Tim's tongue, his eyes partly on Rory's fucking, he felt happy, he knew it would soon be his turn inside the hot teenager and he kissed Tim even harder as his thoughts roved around what was going to happen. The threesome continued in the late afternoon sun, Rory working his cocklet and Twig working his pussy; in what seemed no time at all to Rory he felt his tingle grow and grow and then it exploded. Twig sensing the boy was climaxing quickly caused his teencunt to squeeze even tighter. Rory's pounding was also stimulating his own cock and he felt the two pleasures combine as he enjoyed the fuck and the frottage. Rory grunted and went into his orgasmic spasm. Pat seeing what had happened broke off his kiss and eased his wet cocklet from Twig's mouth, Twig's lips immediately closing around Tim's pricklet to suck heavily at the boy crayon, the quick hard suck had its effect and Tim dropped, his hips working at an angle to mouthfuck Twig as his own boyjoy blossomed and the rush of sweet boyhood flooded his system with the marvellous special tingles. Pat moved up alongside Rory and impatiently tugged on his shoulder. "Come on," he urged my turn, my turn," his shiny wet cocklet gleamed in the rays of the sun. Rory, slightly limp from his boyjoy happiness sluggishly moved away, he really wanted to stay inside Twig and fuck him again but Pat's insistence made him slide his cocklet out of the hot hole. Before he had moved away Pat had almost knocked him over as he took his place between Twig's wide open legs and slid his four inches of boycock inside Twig's hot fuckhole. Twig tensed his muscles to grasp the stub of Pat's boycock, squeezing tight against the small bulb at the tip as it was shoved inside him. Pat sank down on Twig's body, his senses noting Twig's teencock being pressed against his stomach as his own boyrod was pleasured by the inner working of Twig's portal. His hips moved constantly seeking the rhythm that was best to provide the greatest delight. `If my boypussy is as hot as Twig's is, it's no wonder my brother keeps fucking me,' thought Pat as he steadily fucked the teenager. Rory had moved on his knees to take Pat's place in Twig's mouth; he and Tim started kissing and stroking each other's naked torsos. Twig suckled the two slim pencils and manoeuvred his hands so he could finger the two boypussys. Tim and Rory squealed into each other's mouths when they felt the fingers rub over their puckered lips, one by one Twig concentrated on easing his finger up inside their tight holes as he worked his membrane around Pat's thrusting cocklet. Each boy was in pleasurable delight being sucked and fingered and in Pat's case fucking the tight pussy that squeezed him in such a delectable way. Rory, hot from his climax soon trembled as Twig's insistent finger found his boy nut and stroked it; he sensed the warm tingle growing hotter and expanding within him as the stars once more became brilliant. Tim sucked at Rory's tongue, he was sensing Rory was about to erupt and he used his mouth and lips and hands to help him get there. Shaking and sighing, impaled on Twig's probing finger and his body teased by Tim, Rory surrendered his body to the joy and he shivered and shook as his dry cum rattled through him. Not to be outdone Pat was nearly there too, his whole body was pushing and shoving backwards and forwards, his toes dug into the grass to help him get the leverage he needed. Twig feeling the unexpected brief stop as Pat tensed before it happened, worked his inner muscles even harder to caress the bloating boycock. "Oh, fuuuuuuccccckkkk, yyyyeeeeaaaahhh, gggggrrrrhhhhhmmmmppppphhh," Pat squealed as he was rattled and shaken and tossed on the sea of boyjoy. `Fuck this is the best yet,' he told himself as his climax flared bright and long, Twig managing to squeeze him slowly to draw out his delight. Limp he lay flat and very, very happy on Twig's stomach, his hands palming Twig's pointed nubs. "Come on fuck off," Tim was tugging at his shoulder, his slim four inches of boyhood pointed almost along his body, the entire ivory pink stick gleaming wet with Twig's saliva. Reluctantly Pay sluggishly slid out of the still swallowing muscles of Twig's teencunt. Like Rory he was almost knocked over as Tim rushed to get his boydick inside Twig. Pat rubbed his shoulder where Tim had dug his fingers in and as he recovered his senses, rose up on his knees to get his cocklet back in Twig's mouth. Rory had taken the opportunity to mouthfuck Twig; he was balanced on his hands and toes as his worked his slim boyprick in and out of Twig's tight lips. Pat, still high and elated allowed his mate the few precious moments of sole possession before his own needs demanded succour, he knelt down by Twig's head slowly edging closer and closer to make Rory aware that he now had to share. Chuck stood by the bed, he and the cowboy boy were brightly illuminated by the spotlight, George, the Ringmaster and the two Stallions were close by but out of the spotlight's reach. The cowboy stood up on the bed and slowly removed Chuck's nosebag, his pink horses ears followed and then the sequinned reins. The camera panned close as the boy stepped down and removed Chuck's knee pads and `hooves', all that remained was the long flaring pink tail that hung from Chuck's arsehole. The boy stroked the long hairs and then grabbed the dildo shaped end and pulled it out of Chuck's manpussy. The crowd cheered as Chuck stood completely naked by the green covered bed, his cock stood proud and swelling and drooling, his muscular glutes gleamed with the excess of lubrication where the cowboy had wiped the end of the tail before rubbing the lubed end across Chuck's heavy low hanging hairy balls. A slight flick of the tail and Chuck jerked, the boy pointed at the bed and Chuck climbed on. His eyes solely watching the cowboy boy, Chuck slid up the green material to lie on his back on the green cloth; his own six inches of man meat swelling and throbbing as he watched the cowboy boy slide up between his open legs. The beautiful boy gently stroked Chuck's veiny meat, the silken touch of boy fingers sending further jolts of pleasure radiating inside Chuck's trembling body, the boy squeezed Chuck's heavy balls moving the inner spheres around inside the stretchy furred skin. The harsh lights made the grizzled grey hairs gleam and shine in the severe illumination. Smiling the young cowboy kissed the tip of his `horseys' dick, the sweet sensation of boylips further making `horsey' hot and ready to trot. George the Ringmaster watched closely, intent on Chuck's mental state; the crowd were quieter now as they watched the action unfold, this was personal and not the orgy of excess that they had witnessed or taken part in. Gently George tapped the cowboy boy with his whip handle. The boy moved and the cameras captured the moment as the boy's four inch cocklet slid inside Chuck's mancunt, Chuck in rapture as he was fucked by a prepubescent boy, sighed and moaned oblivious of the crowd who loudly cheered the boy on as he thrust harder and deeper at the tight mancunt. The boy worked his hips hard and fast, Chuck lay wriggling with an ecstatic look on his face as he was fucked by the ten year old. Up in the Control Room, the Head of Security pursed his lips as he checked each of the screens in turn, his trained eyes were looking for signs of trouble as the muscular woodsman lying on the makeshift `pasture' bed in the centre of the area was becoming more and more immersed in his favourite fantasy of being fucked by a slim dicked boy. The crowd were shouting and screaming, egging the boy on but there appeared to be no signs that any of the audience were offended or disgusted by what some manly men would see as total humiliation, succumbing to a boy not old enough to spunk. George listened carefully to his hidden earpiece, ready with the other teenagers to act should there be a problem. Carefully George scanned the audience in the first few rows, this was where the older men were located, men who might find the scene playing before them something they would be uncomfortable with. `So far so good,' he thought. The hot and heavy first half sex sessions before where the older clients had their appetites sated appeared to have had the desired effect. He could see clearly the watching eyes, `this is getting them heated,' he thought, `Rex will be pleased, we stand to make good money here.' Chuck writhed as his long desired fantasy became reality; the boy even looked like the one he had so often mentally pictured. Tim grunted as he slid his pricklet back and forth, Twig's tight teenage pussy was working hard to squeeze and rub him as he pounded away. `Fuck Twig is the best boyfuck ever,' he told himself, recalling his sixth birthday party when he had fucked pussy, and in particular Twig's pussy for the first time. `that had been awesome'. Twig had just turned ten and was already making a name for himself on the boy party circuit. Twig's appearance at his birthday party had been a total surprise for Tim and then Twig had taken him to the bed in the middle of the room and they had kissed and Twig had sucked him and then he had laid back as Twig knelt over him and his cocklet felt boypussy for the first time. He had fucked Twig six times that day and weekly since. "I'm looking forward to having your first spunks in me," Twig had told him when he had his eleventh birthday, as a special treat Twig stayed the night. `I wish he could be my boyfriend,' Tim had thought time and time again, but Twig refused to take up any offers. "No boyfriend would be okay with the number of boys I allow to fuck me," he said time and time again, his personal decision was made knowing that his need, lust for boydick made any relationship probably impossible. "He'll just have to work his desires out of his system," his father kept telling prospective enquirers, "Twig, my son, is his own man, it's his body, his life not mine." Twig sucked the two cocklets in his mouth and worked the one in his pussy, he saw the boys and their boydicks but never really the boy behind the dick. His mind constantly thought about where his next boycock was coming from, not the name or the identity of the boy, just the thought of a boy's prized treasure plunging around inside him, it thrilled him time and time again. In the arena Chuck was holding the cowboy boy tight with his knees as the kid fucked him steadily, the cowboy's hand were down past Chuck's waist, the palms grasped at Chuck's taut glutes as he worked his body to fuck the man. His four inch dicklet, hard and stiff had penetrated to touch Chuck's swollen manbud and the Ranger gasped as he felt the pricklet probe at his inner itching tingle. "Fuck Me!, Fuck me!" he roared and the crowd took up the chant as Chuck's passion rose. The coyboy between his legs duly obliged, his hips a blur as he worked his pricklet in the tight and squeezing mancunt. All eyes were now on the narrow spotlight that exposed Chuck in all his orgasmic fantasy, his mancunt fucked by a prepubescent boy, supposedly in the open air, the grass contured sheet he lay on giving the barest staging of such an outdoor location. As Chuck reared under his rider, the coyboy leaned back exposing Chuck's pulsing mancock, the tip glowing dark purple with passion, the plump head gleaming and glittering as his precum oozed from his split opening, the brilliant lights catching the shiny hues. The boy punched his boydick harder and harder inside the vibrating manhole, Chuck wheezing and gasping as his hidden balls jerked and his splodge thickened and flew along his tubes to fountain up and over his body. The crowd went wild as Chuck's cock spurted high, the translucent stands shining in the harsh spotlight. A small hand appeared at the edge of the bed, another came into view from a different place. The crowd watched hushed as boy upon boy, naked, ivory white, pink skinned or tanned rose like a cloud to slide across the green mantle and then each boy took a part of Chuck's body and rubbed, or stroked or kissed it. Two long thin boydicks were rubbed across his cheeks, Chuck's lips moving eagerly from side to side to suckle the cute boyhoods. The flood of boys continued until most of Chuck's body disappeared under the sliding and writhing sea of immature boys. Above the seething sea, the grey white Stetson of the cowboy boy stayed in clear sight, his sequinned scarf around his neck glinting where the lights caught it. The applause from the audience grew and grew as the mound of boyhood wriggled over the writhing woodsman. A final loud crack of George's whip exploded through the speaker system and the arena suddenly went completely dark, the crowd roared and roared. Unseen the arena was cleared, the spotlights came on; George the Ringmaster, stood on a stack of the bales and he waved his top hat at the audience, he acknowledged their cheers and then the centre was illuminated. Chuck wearing his horses hooves and knee pads was to be seen back on all fours in the arena centre, his youthful rider, stood up on stirrups that had been attached to Chuck's waist, he bowed, waved his hat, sat back in his saddle and dug his spurs into the flanks of his poor `horsey'. Chuck reared, tossed his head and paraded for a final time around the arena to the applause and cheers of the raving crowds. Once more the circle went dark and after a minute whilst the audience settled down, George reappeared in the middle of the arena. A loud crack of his whip and the slightly older boyponies trotted into the arena, the young apprentices, seethed in their seats waiting for their seat number to be called, their cocks hot and drippy with excitement and lust. Offstage Marty helped Chuck with removing his `horsey' attire; he had enjoyed squirming over the woodsman and especially the rapturous noises from the crowd. He peeked through the curtains to watch George at work, now he understood the role the teenager worked very hard at and his mind set his goal to be as good a Ringmaster as George was proving to be. Rory grunted as he had another dry cum, Twig's mouth working him against Pat's boydick as he shuddered. He fell to one side, happy yet exhausted. Terry who had patiently been waiting beat his mate Rich to get his dicklet in Twig's mouth. Twig welcomed the new cocklet, sucking it along with Pat's. Tim was also close to cumming, his body was heating up and the special itch was beyond scratching it just wanted to explode. Rich tapped his toe impatiently, `Rory promised us a good fuck, but these guys are taking so long,' he moaned to himself as he stroked his three and a half inches of boyrod, just turned ten he was anxious to fuck instead of being fucked, his young brother was always complaining about how Rich was always at him and so had got himself an older boyfriend who had made it clear to Rich that he had first fuck at his brother's pussy. "Pat, Pat, where the fuck are you," Pat froze to the spot as he heard the familiar voice shouting his name. He looked down where Twig was still avidly sucking his boydick, `it feels so good,' he thought, knowing that any moment the owner of the voice, his brother Seamus would appear. Grimly he tried to get himself off quickly, first by pushing harder at Twig's mouth, then as he got out of rhythm with Terry's boyrod and his own, he slid his dicklet out and began rubbing it fiercely. His lust quickly rose, his senses sweltered with the intensive massage, grunting he bent back over Twig who was concentrating on the two boydicks available, as Pat slid his pricket at Twig's lips the teenager simply sucked the boytube in alongside Terry's. `Nearly there,' thought Pat as he felt the itching twitch and he readied himself for the tingling explosion. "Pat, Pat where the fuck, Oh I gotcha!" Seamus's voice rang out much nearer now. Pat licked his lips as Twig's able mouth took over and he sighed as the pleasurable itch thrilled and swelled inside him. "Pat, I! What the fuck!" Pat felt the strong bony hand of his brother grab him hurtingly, "Bollocks to that you dirty little fucker. My dick will show you a bigger and better and fucking harder time than you'll get in that boylovers suckhole," Seamus thundered and Pat cried out as he was dragged away, his dry cum fading as his boyknob was jerked from Twig's mouth. Mark seeing his chance dropped to his knees, Pat's boycock was still wet when Mark's boyplug slid inside Twig's mouth. Twig oblivious just carried on sucking, it made no difference which boyprong it was, he just did what he was good at, sucking boydick and taking boydick up his teenpussy. Pat felt himself being thrown on the grass, he grunted and gasped as the breath was knocked out of him. "Seamus," he started his protest. "Shut the fuck up and spread your fucking legs," Seamus, horned up and randy as hell was tugging wildly at his shirt and shorts, his teenrod, the fat seven inches of boyfucking teenmeat was red and riled up and throbbing madly. Pat sighed, his head told him his boyjoy was well faded now, obediently he looked up at his seventeen year old brother and his drooling teenlance; Pat felt his boypussy twitching. Rex Stalyon stroked Marty's naked back; he had spoken to all the new boys to tell them all what a great job they had done with the Chuck `Horsey' Dorrick fantasy request. "Well done lad," he toyed with Marty's teats, Marty sighing as Rex's expert touch sent a tingling warmth start up. Rex was hot and horny himself, the sight of the naked boys rolling over Chuck had been an exciter for himself. Rex enjoyed the pulsing and jerking his cock was making; his libido was at fuck height and so he checked his watch, `the older boys will be followed by the teenage Stallions,' ran his mind, `time then for a little fun of his own.' "Come with me," he said to Marty who followed his boss as he led the way to the balcony outside his personal private box. Below the audience roared and cheered the actions of their teenage colleagues and the older boy ponies. Marty stroked Rex's seven inches of proud manmeat and Rex smiled as he placed his hand on Marty's head. End of Part Three To Be Continued...?????????????????????? (These boys do know how to party, don't they? So are you ready to party on or is it time to go home. Has Marty taken his final bow, is it time for Twig to head of home into the sunset? Well then if you do want more and really want me to continue this story then you have to write and tell me or this could really be the final crack of the whip for the Partytime fun boys. Don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html scroll down to V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also remember to make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this and further chapters. 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. The good news is that good ole' nifty have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies' and `Mummy Said' from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks nifty. Sorry I can't be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. Van T Z Boi)