Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2018 23:17:27 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: PARTYTIME FUN Partytime Fun Partytime Fun Part Four © 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 should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (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 Three "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. Part Four Marty obediently opened his mouth, it was not his first time servicing Rex's fat dick and he sucked the bulbous head straight in. Marty tasted the peppery flavour of Rex's precum, the sticky dew stuck to his tongue and he swallowed hard to move the initial flow along his tongue. Rex moaned as the six year olds mouth moved further down his wide shaft, eventually coming to a halt where his lips were fully stretched around the meaty stake. Rex gazed down at the sight of his tanned honeypink fleshy tube surrounded by Marty's darker pink lips, he felt a surge of pleasure rush through him, `I so love I when a capable young boy can worship dick,' he smiled to himself as Marty's tongue lapped away at his cockslit, soaking up the heady juices. Down in the arena the hardy lumberjacks were taking their pleasure with the beautifully handsome teenage `Stallions'. The teenager's neighed and whinnied their pleasure as they were mounted by their stalwart riders. The sight of the shrieking audience, yelling and encouraging their colleagues was music to Rec's ears. He had started the Stallion string with several young lovers who had been happy to whore themselves out for him. The successful enterprise had gone from strength to strength as new `mounts' readily came along, boys and teenagers ready and willing to make some money on their backs and as ever there was a returning audience anxious to enjoy the pleasurable rides his special `Circus' provided. `It's just amazing how many men like boypussy,' Rex continually reminded himself as his single string of Stallions grew. Despite the public damnation that accompanied his venture, the request for a younger set had become voluble and so he had created `the Ponies', the money just fucked in. Marty eased the fat thickness out of his mouth, his lips hurt after being stretched for so long. He kissed the glistening cockhead, using his lips to move the loose foreskin back and forth, sensing Rex's obvious pleasure as Rex's hand came down, caressed his hair and tickled his ears. Rex tugged Marty away from his cock, he wanted to taste the boy and he lifted Marty up and laid him on the long cushion beside him. He glanced avariciously at Marty's thin boyreed, the bright pink bulb was partly covered by the ivory pink thin foreskin but the tiny slit pulsed opening and shutting as the small shaft jerked and trembled. Rex's mouth descended on Marty's groin and he sucked hard. Seamus threw himself down on his spread eagled brother; Patrick tensed and caught Seamus's chest with practised ease but still grunted heavily as Seamus's thick dick slid right inside him. Obediently his boypussy muscles clung to the fat stubby teencock, swirling around the rooting tube as it jerked and plunged about inside him. Seamus grunted as his hips bucked, horned up by the sight of the gangbanging group around Twig, the naked teenager servicing the group of boys had sent a surge of dominating passion rise within him as he caught sight of his own `fuckslut' of a brother doing the nasty with Twig. `Cheeky little bugger,' he had growled inside his head, `little fuckslut ought to know by now I own his pussy and that rat tail of a boydick.' His dander up he fucked deep and hard at his younger brother's fuckhole, desperate to blot out thoughts of how good it may have been to fuck Twig, `I can fuck him better than he can fuck,' his jealous rage urged him on. Patrick used to being at the beck and call of his brother's dick, panted heavily as his brother fucked with venom. `Oh Fuck! Is he hot!' Patrick annoyed at his brother's treatment of him had to admit that the frenzied fuck he was being given was `pretty damned good.' Patrick's own surging yearnings buoyed up by his short time fucking inside Twig's teenpussy only served to blind his head and body to the battering his boypussy was taking; all that mattered was that this time his brother's seven inches were fully riding his inner passion nub and boy was he loving every iota of the plunging teenlance. Seamus sensed the heating flaring up inside Patrick, normally he just dumped his cum and fell asleep but seeing Patrick fucking had stirred something almost akin to love inside him and today, now, just this minute, he wanted to make his brother cum, cum explosively to rid any memories of the fucking joys of Twigs fucking teencunt. `I'll show him how to fuck,' he told himself and the urgent forceful shoving became more sensual and the probing teenprick at his disposal jerked and slid expertly against the swollen inner bulge in Patrick's boytube. Enveloped in the charged throes of intensive desire Seamus bent his head down and kissed Patrick's gasping mouth. Patrick's hands slid up and across Seamus back as he kissed back, sucking his brother's tongue into his mouth as the two brothers railed at each other, each seeking to pleasure the other rather than the fuck session being just another cumdump for Seamus. Seamus found his pleasure increasing as Patrick's compressing boypussy muscles worked in conjunction with his flaring cockhead, the pleasure turning to an ecstatic delight, a bliss he could not recall with any of his previous fuck dumpings. As the blissful delights soared for both of them, Seamus's thrusting slowed, took on a gentler, almost loving pace. Patrick sighed, he sensed his dry cum starting, the tingling itching after the pounding reduced burst within him as the slower longer insistent strokes activated his throbbing bud and took him over the edge. "Fuck me! Fuck Me! FUUUUCCCCCKK MMMMEEEEE Seamus," Patrick yelled as never before as his joyboy passion flowered and the white lights of an ecstatic boycum rocked his young body. Seamus gritted his teeth as the surging contractions of Patrick's orgasm around his plowing teenprick sent a rush of unique sexual joy blazing within him; he fought hard to stop himself from just ending his pleasure with his own climax, sensing that there was more to come. Steadily he worked his teendick inside Patrick's boypussy and quickly brought his rampaging brother to another hot blasting boycum. "Seamus, Seamus," quailed Patrick, his hands slipped down his brother's back to cup the plump arse cheeks, forcing them even harder at his body and making Seamus's teendick slide just that extra micro inch to provide another smaller dry cum. As Seamus thrust forward, impelled by Patrick's propelling hands Seamus growled and plunged deep and hard at the spongy swollen boybud, his helmet stroked back and forth in quick succession, the short vibrating strokes taking him to his joyful point. His hands slid down under Patrick's body, catching Patrick's tauter arse cheeks in his hands as he rammed good and hard, his teendick flaring and swelling as the white jets of passion shot through the hidden tubes to explode inside Patrick's boyhole, flooding the short furrow with his. Both brothers squeezed and rubbed at each other, their combined trembling allowing them to extend the blissful pleasure for those extra seconds that made their sexual copulations something more for both of them. Tenderly as his passion ebbed and the tingling pleasure ebbed Seamus found himself kissing Patrick. "That was some fuck brother," he said softly and kissed Patrick's nose, "how about we take this back home and do it again in bed," his hand slipped up from under Patrick's still twitching buttocks and worked itself between their bodies. Gently he fingered the slim tube that stiffened immediately. "Fuck that Seamus," Patrick growled and once again firmly pressed Seamus's arse downwards, sliding his teendick inside him. "Let's do it here and then we can try it again in bed afterwards." Seamus still rampantly aroused by the frantic fuck bowed to the demands of his cock hungry brother and the bloating insistences of his pulsing teenprick. He slid his teenprobe slowly, gently back and forth inside the spermal glove he had created; the blasting explosion his cock tubes had undergone had deadened for the moment the sensory limits of his teenprick, the slow rubbing producing a delightful tremor of pleasure, a tremor that slowly rose and gained back its full sensitivity. Patrick whose boybud was never deadened in this way purred as his brother fucked him long and steadily, `there's no fuck rush this time,' he crowed to himself as the joys of a `good and slow seeing too,' worked its magic on his boybud, his pricklet continually massaged by his brother's churning stomach muscles. Gordon one of the teenstallions bent over on the haybale, wiggled his arse in a swift swaying motion, the tall rangy lumberjack whose slim but fat headed cock was buried deep alongside Gordon's teenbud growled and yelled as he felt the intimate squeezing sent a sudden surging rush of unique pleasure riding up inside him. He grabbed the plump but taut arse cheeks of his teenage ride, threw back his head and roared his bliss at the exhilarated and heavily sexually charged aroused excited audience. His skinny legs shivered with the force of his thrust but anchored by his dick inside the clamped teenpussy he felt solid and sure. `This makes those long lonely nights with only my hand for company worth it,' he said to himself as he drilled away at the tight embrace that contained his six inches of man crayon, the cockhead swollen to its best ever width of a fat five inch bulb. The stretched nerves raddled with ecstatic rubbing screamed their message of `more, more' inside his head and he resolutely fucked harder at the twitching tail of his teenstallion. Gordon grabbed at the straw beneath him as the onslaught behind him gathered pace, he could tell his current rider was close and with a crunching clench of his teenpussy muscles gripped the swollen manrod and wiggled his hips. His rider screamed his oncoming passion to the crowd and bucked in quick succession as his spunk was delivered. Gordon continued to grip the cock, milking it for all its worth with his expertly trained teenpussy. He glanced behind briefly to see and enjoy the rictus of orgasmic pleasure etched on his lumberjack rider. The rangy lumberjack thrust a final time, his feet on their toes to exert the hardest and weightiest pressure as his cock was given a final bliss producing mangle and he subsided, his body relaxing in post coital languor, his dick still held fast by the clamped milking muscles. Gordon waited for several seconds before releasing his riders cock and swung about to sit on the edge of the bale. He caught the slumping lumberjack with his hands; steadying him back on his feet as his mouth sought and captured the slim manpickle. Gordon sucked to clean and not excite although he did find he liked the taste of the lumberjack's sperm. `Full of natural goodness' he said to himself knowing that some of the men worked their bodies so hard they had no time for sole pleasures. The lumberjack slowly awoke from his sensual stupor and caressed Gordon's hair, this was the signal to Gordon his `trick' was finished with. A final cleaning swallow and he let the floppy but bloated cock slide from his mouth and standing up grabbed the lumberjack's hand and raised it in the air, neighing loudly. As the resultant and resounding roar from the crown apexed, the spotlight above him went out and the sated and happy lumberjack swayed totteringly back to his seat whilst Gordon sat back to rest and recover for his next `rider.' Rex his mouth still sucking hard at Marty's tiny pricklet watched the bank of screens in his fuckbox through the glass wall. He noted the teenagers hard work and made a mental note to congratulate Gordon. His own cock had pulsed strongly as he sucked Marty and watched the arena and he needed to fuck and fuck hard. As the action continued in the ring below he swallowed hard, his mouth encased completely around Marty's groin and worked his tongue at the steely stiff pricklet. Marty gasped and writhed as best he could held in place by the squelching sucking embrace of Rex's mouth, he saw the shooting bright lights fire up to scream noiselessly but searingly blazing across his eyeballs and the hot tingle inside him blasted and rocked him as his boyjoy fountained and exploded. The hot rush of exquisite ecstasy left him hungering for more and he was overjoyed as he felt his legs being parted, he blinked his eyes to catch sight of Rex's monster dick. Marty drooled at the thought that it would soon be inside him and making him feel even better. He yelped as the shock of excruciating pain suddenly overwhelmed him as his boypussy was speared, widened and stretched to cope with the bulbous ridge of Rex's boyfucker but it was just a momentary sharp hurting torture. Marty sighed, his yelp of anguish transmuting into a grumble of pleasure as the spongy tuber and its root, stroked across his boy passion bud. Rex looked down, he could never get enough of seeing his thick fleshy cock slide inside the tight enclosure of a willing boy pussy, especially a very young boypussy; `always seem to fit,' he thought to himself as Marty joined the many memories of boypussy's he had plundered. `The only problem is they get old' he grumbled to himself, `but then there are always other willing boy pussy's to conquer' he grinned as the delights of Marty's tight boypussy grasping at his dick sent shooting rushes of pleasure flow along his fuck nerves. Marty moaned as the fat length slid right inside him, Rex was the biggest dick he had taken so far and after he got used the pain initially produced he knew the pleasure would be just as monstrous as the monster cock itself. "Fuck me," he gurgled ecstatically, the roars from the arena below bellowed up and around them where their platform projected out above the stacked tiers. Marty pinned to the deeply cushioned wide bench struggled to make Rex work his massive dick in further but Rex was entranced by the sight of the swollen boypussy lips, gleaming a crimson pink in the reflected brilliance from the churning spotlights as he rocked his boyfucker slowly back and forth, just an inch or so of length sent waves of both pleasure and an ache humping up inside Marty's body but Rex's excitement was watching the tight fit of his dick as it continued to spread wide Marty's hole. Marty grimaced and recalling one his teaching sessions with Twig who had helped him with his enjoyment of being fucked properly, he carefully exercised his hidden muscles. Rex moaned as the membrane of Marty's boypussy started to undulate along his shaft, drawing him further in. At first he resisted the gentle pulling but the surges of pleasure as his cockhead and shaft were massaged in the snakelike motion broke his concentration and powerfully his hips thrust deeper and deeper, sensing the special touch of the swollen bud that provided them both with pleasure. Marty gasped and trembled as a hot dry cum shook him, micro seconds later he was working his butt off to gain another pleasure spasm. Rex grunted as the waves of boyjoy spasms rolled along his dick, his own surging pleasure gathered pace and exhilarated to ecstasy he plunged harder and deeper, his strong stomach muscles trembling of their own accord, trapping the slim pencil of Marty's boyrod between his plunging torso and Marty's softer but firm body. The supernova of white brilliant cosmic lights danced before their eyes as each reached the ultimate orgasmic spasm. Marty rocking as Rex's cock delved deep to explode his sperm into the seminal pool provide by his clients and Marty crying and purring as his own drycum battered his head into the blinding delight of cosmic bliss. Twig glowed and sighed as Rich fucked swiftly inside his teenpussy, the frustrated but demanding ten year old vented his lust with rapid, hip churning thrusts, his slim four inches penetrating close enough to Twig's inner teenbud to give Twig successive surges of sensual pleasure. Twig lifted his right leg and placed it across Rich's bucking backside, helping the slim pricklet to delve just that little bit deeper for Twig to enjoy the unique ecstasy of a boycocklet banging his bud. Rich grunted as the tightening of Twig's teenpussy around his dicklet sent similar rushes of pleasure surging though his body. "Fuck yo're tighter than my little brother,' he gasped as the itching tingle around his boyhelmet caused flashes of starry lights to flitter across his eyes. Quickly Rich attained his climax, the rapid shivering's and trembling's as his boydick throbbed and pulsated through his orgasmic spasm. `Not a bad first one that,' he grinned to himself and immediately set about achieving his second joy. He sucked hard on Twig's elongated stiff nipples and with contractions from both of them they managed a simple lip squelching kiss. Once the pain of their awkward positioning became too much they relaxed and Rich caught sight of Seamus mounting Patrick, the seriously steady stabbing lunges was making the incestuous pair claw heavily at each other and Rich felt his own yearnings rise in conjunction. The frantic yearning hardened his dicklet and he plunged steadily and resolutely inside Twig's welcoming squeezing teenpussy, both enjoying the rapture proved by a stiff prong in a vice-gripping pussy. Rory who had been watching both the fucks knelt down and shoved his dicklet in Twig's mouth; Tim stepped in and knelt down on the other side, his pricklet joining Rory's. Terry stood watching, his hand flying up and down his cocklet ready to take his turn. The grunting gasping and writhing wriggling of Rich's arse told him that Rich had got his boyjoy. Rich in the throes of his unique second ecstasy thrust swiftly and intently, he wanted to try for a third and then he felt the grabbing hand at his shoulder. "Fuck off Terry," he turned his head and tried to shake Terry's hand off; he felt supremely strong after the white heated tingle of his second climax and desperately wanted to go again. "Bollocks to that," grunted Terry and taking hard hold of Rich's shoulders with both his hands yanked the squirming struggling boy off and out of Twig's teenhole. "You're only supposed to cum once and you've gone twice, let the other fuckers have their turn." As he pushed Rich to one side Terry was already sliding between Twigs' open legs, the teenager still concentrating on sucking the other two boydicklets in his mouth merely noted the change of rider. Terry pounced holding his pricklet in his hand he quickly guided it inside Twig's teencunt and relaxed happily as the moist warmth encased his cocklet and his loose foreskin slid back to rub the sperm wet membrane. `Can't be much of Gary's spunk left,' thought Twig as he had sucked traces of the spicy juice of the other boys' pricklets. Terry moaned and purred as his slim boycrayon wrote its message in Twig's fuckhole, Twig automatically tightening his muscles to accommodate the slightly thinner boyprobe. Rich sat to one side, his fingers rubbing hard at his fucked boyprong, watching anxiously for signs of Terry's climax. `Fuck that, I'll get my third just as soon as Terry's cums,' angrily he jerked away at his dicklet nearly managing to wank himself off before he realised how close he was. `No the next cum has to be inside Twig's cunt,' he reminded himself and grinning leaned over to gently pull aside Terry's bobbing bum cheek. The wrinkled deep pink skin of Terry's pucker stood out from the ivory pink of his arse and grinning Rich leaned in to lick at the pink rosette. Terry gasped and grunted as his tingling joys around his dicklet were enhanced and joined by the tingling itch as his boypussy lips were licked and kissed. The unique delights of pleasure from the two different directions hastened his shoving. His hips bucked frantically as he sought the so necessary relief and he growled as the tingling's joined together and his cocklet vibrated with the absolute bliss of orgasmic conclusion. He was still gasping and panting, his dicklet still in spasms of ebbing delight when Rich returned the favour and dragged him of Twig. Rory and Tim locked in their own embrace, kissing heavily above Twig's suctioning mouth were too engaged to want to change their position and Twig simply noticed another change of rider. Rich ignoring the protests from Terry who had landed hard on the grass beside them left-handedly stabbed his desperate dicklet into Twig's suctioning teenpussy and moaned as the tight envelope sealed itself around him, the heat from Twig's teenpussy quickly energised and heated his boyrod and he returned to pounding away at Twig's treasure of a pussy. Terry nursed his swollen boydick and raged at Rich, he was still rampant and needy. As he watched the quivering cheeks of Rich's arse he smiled to himself, `What's sauce for the goose is dick for the gander' he chuckled to himself. Rich engrossed in his fuck, initially did not seem to notice Terry's hands parting his cheeks, possibly he thought that Terry was merely wanting to return the favour. It was when he felt the weight fall on his back and the touch of something stiff at his boypussy that realisation dawned. Confused because his dicklet was working hard inside Twig's teencunt, the itching tingles of lust were demanding scratching and he squeaked, squealing as Terry's boystiffie thrust hard inside him. "Heymmmmmppppphhhhhh!" Rich's squeaking scream of shock was lost as his head was shoved hard into Twig's neck as Terry mounted his arse and plunged his boydick in Rich's boypussy. "Fuck, nice and oh so tight, Richy mate I just love your pussy," grunted Terry as he rammed his slim pricklet in the moist funnel of Rich's hole. Unable to free himself Rich could only take what pleasure was left to him as Terry now directed the pace, Terry's lunging pulsing enabling Rich's dicklet to slid inside Twig's teenpussy but not a the pace of weight he wanted. Gritting his teeth he breathed heavily as Terry's slow weighty fuck in his boyhole constrained his own pleasure. Terry grunted growling his lust as he violated Rich's fuckhole, `I so need to come,' he told himself, allowing himself to ignore the muffled grunts of rage that Rich snuffled against Twig's chest. `Better keep my weight on his head,' he reminded himself, leaning forward and just using his hips to drive his cocklet inside his mate. Faster he rode Rich's boypussy; his need searing though him, the tingling demand grew stronger and hotter, his veins running heated plasma of insistent power as his end approached. The pantings and squealing from Patrick nearby as his brother made fucking love to him, spurred Terry on. `I'll fucking well fuck Patrick after this,' he decided and the image and imagined pleasure excited and he thrust even more hungrily, pressing forcefully down on Rich's head as his dry cum rocked through him, addling his brain even more. Rich felt the throbbing quicken as his boypussy instinctively tightened around the invading lance. For a brief moment he was able to lift his head and breathe, his own delight came to the fore and he started to fuck Twig's tight hole but then Terry's hand shoved him once more into Twig's neck. "Need to cum again," Terry bleated and his hips thrust with a tattoo beating rhythmic pace, his groin drumming against Rich's plump cheeks, the splattering smacking sound partly drowning out the passionate cries from Seamus and Patrick's location. Breathing hard, his eyes almost closed as the glittering lights criss-crossed his eyelids, the shooting stars of his second fuck as he climaxed inside Rich's boycunt again. His body went into a series of quick writhing spasms as his internal tingling blazed and flared, the lights across his eyes also flooding across his head as his whole being was overwhelmed. He sank down, heavily but not weightily and Rich sensing Terry's urgent emergency was finished, angrily put his hand behind him and forcefully shoved Terry off him, the short boycrayon falling softly from his boypussy as his mate fell to the side. Rich grunted and immediately his fucking took on his pace, quickly he resumed his stance, thrusting regularly, in a short time his ardour reached the level before Terry's interruption and then surpassed it. His eyes glazed over as his inner itching tingling intensified flying past the point it had been paused at and then with a mewling purring cry he thrust hard inside Twig's teenhole, his pricklet going into an overdrive of contorting spasms as he orgasmed heavily. `Fucking hell this feels so good,' he said to himself, `better'n any fuck with my brother. Fuck that slut anyway,' Rich ground his swollen cocklet back and forth inside Twig's tight hole, enjoying the rapture as the hip thrusting produced a surge after surge of heavy tingling pleasure that enflamed his already heated body. "Fuck I could go again," Rich did not realise he had spoken aloud until a hand grabbed his shoulder. "Not again!" he cried out as he felt himself being pulled away and out of the moist embrace of Twig's fourteen year old teenpussy. Rex balanced on his hands gazed down as his still throbbing dick pulsed steadily inside Marty's boypussy. He sighed as he watched where his trembling shaft was impaled inside the stretched outer lips of Marty's young boypussy. Marty lay twitching and panting as his dry orgasms continued, a surging wave after wave of boyjoys were taking him to a plateau where the slightest movement of Rex's thick meaty shaft would produce yet another toe curling overwhelming of his animated sensual pathways. He blinked through the constant array of shooting stars whose brilliance soared across his eyes, seeing through the misty pane, his gaze was intent on Rex's observing the Master Boyfucker just as directly as Rex watched him. Rex grinned and rapidly worked his hips in a swirling rotating motion. His cock sashayed inside the swollen boycunt, rubbing up against the spermal deposits and sliding across the small bulge that was swollen in size somewhat larger than usual. Marty grimaced in exquisite joy as a further series of climactic joys battered him, the tingling rising and falling but all producing the warmest of pleasures sweeping through him. He purred unconsciously as the spreading pleasure rolled over and over him. Rex continued to pleasure his boy, observing all the time how Marty was behaving. `This one is quite exceptional,' he decided, `a tight boycunt and the constant working of his pussywalls on my dick is beyond any training I had come across before.' Rex stealthy pulsed his manrod using his own muscles, Marty trembled and clearly experienced another rage of delight. Rex toyed with an idea long in his fantasy making, `could the boy take on a large gangbang.' He glanced absently at the screens, his head mentally counting the seats. `A raffle to sell the seats with the first one hundred getting to fuck the boy', his head swirled at the thought of the boy, any boy lying on his back, the cameras focused on the main action as one hundred throbbing expectant dicks fucked the single boypussy, the pooling stands of fucked semen under the boy being dropped into a tray below where the combined residue of the hundred ejaculations would be collected, made into small phials and sold back to the combined owners, a token to wear with a certificate of authenticity, `and extra phials to be sold as mementos, collectable items for the unlucky ticket holders who would all be invited down to spray their cum on the boy after the gangbang.' His head swirled at the profits and he smirked and fucked deep and hard inside Marty's boypussy, a part of his head continuing to manage the event which he was sure Marty was the one for. Marty unaware of Rex's thinking was more involved with another flooding storm of delight that rampaged through him. `I've never been fucked like this,' he thought as climax after climax wracked his young body sending his head soaring with the ecstatic pleasure of continuous cumming. Down below the lumberjack group fuck session was drawing to its close. George the Ringmaster suddenly appeared in the spotlight, he cracked his whip and the audience went quiet. "Solomon Davies," he called, a small cry followed by backslapping cracks echoed in one part of the crowd. The spinning spotlights coasting across the tiers swooped on the disturbance and a tall gangly teenager stood up, he held his hand across his eyes as the full light of the blinding spots hit him. "Cum on down," shouted George. The teenager stumbled through the steps towards the Ringmaster. George grabbed him by the arm and led the youth towards one of the bales. "You are Solomon Davies?" he asked, the youth nodded and the audience clapped. George turned and spun around at the circled tiers, "I have the pleasure to announce that today is Solomon's seventeenth birthday," the crowds clapped and cheered, the jokey or rudr comments shouted lost clarity in the noise. George waited for the applause to die down and then he turned to the trembling teenager, "Have you enjoyed your birthday so far?" Solomon excitedly nodded his head, as he grew in confidence eyeing the dark shadows of the audience he grabbed hold of his slim six inches of teendick, rubbing the shaft and fluting his foreskin up and across the plum shaped crown. The cameras swooped in to focus on his dick playing, the screens showing his teendick in close up on the screen. A further round of cheers and applause rang out. George held up his hand high above his head, the audience grew quieter and Gorge waited until the sound had subsided. "Now Solomon a little birdie tells me that you have a particular fantasy," the cameras caught George's face as he winked hard as he spoke. "Uh-huh," Solomon's answer was hesitant but he nodded his head again. His head was swirling, `there are so many fantasies' he thought to himself. The arena lights blazed eye achingly bright, behind George and Solomon illuminated by the lighting were a number of chairs and desks all facing one way and what appeared to be a class blackboard. The floor underneath the chairs slowly rose upwards about two feet so it was just clear of the level of the bale circle, the `blackboard' became transparent and the whole setting started to spin. George cracked his whip, the amplified echo drawing all eyes back to him, "Solomon's desire,' again there was that wink, `was to be fucked by his teacher in front of his high school class,' the crowd erupted with cheers and gales of laughter. Again George cracked his whip and a string of the teenage stallions trotted into the arena, all sporting T-shirts with Springdale High School sequinned on the front and back. The audience cheers screamed their approval as the stallions trotted up to George and Solomon's bale bowed their heads slightly and then took up places by the desks. "All we need now is a teacher," George's voice rang out, the eyes of the crowd distracted looked back at the Ringmaster and missed the stealthy entrance of a gowned figure who strode towards the table positioned in front of the transparent blackboard. "and here he is!" George's whip cracked and a stronger spot picked up the gowned figure. Solomon grinned and waved at the crowd as George led him down off the bale and towards the raised platform. Solomon followed George towards where the mysterious gowned figure waited. George stood beside the `teacher' with Solomon, the cameras moved into close ups of the hidden face of the gowned figure and also that of Solomon's. George cracked his whip and bellowed above the noise of the crowd, "may I introduce to you Solomon's teacher.' He grabbed the cowl covering the head of the gowned figure and revealed a greying haired man who smiled blinkingly through the hard light at the clapping crowd. The microphone picked up Solomon's astonished cry, "Fuck its' Mr Hampton," "Yes Solomon," shouted George, pulling off the black gown to reveal the naked body of the `teacher'. "This is Mr Harry Hampton, Solomon's High School teacher and," he waved his arm, the spotlights picked up figures strolling into the arena, "and here are all your High School classmates as well," the new entrants all walked in towards the platform and the cameras rolled over their naked bodies, the naked youths waved as they took up places in the classroom, the stallions slipping under the tables to suck the various cocks to bring them up to full engorgement. Two strong stallions now appeared and picking up the shaking and shivering Solomon laid him on the table before the transparent blackboard. "Happy Birthday Solomon," screamed George as he edged Mr Hampton to the spot between Solomon's spread eagled legs. End of Part Four To Be Continued...????????????????????????? (So the Party in the Park and the Party in the Arena are well schooled but is it all over in the Big Top? Will Marty do `the ton'? Is the Partyboy partied out? So 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 end. 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. 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