Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2007 21:56:17 -0700 From: Justin Dennis <email@example.com> Subject: What a Clown Disclaimer: This short story is a work of pure fiction, and is based on fictitious people, and a fictitious situation. It is not meant for the eyes of children under the age of 18. If you are insulted by sexuality among teenagers, homosexuality, or erotica in general, I suggest you do not read further. If you are okay by the rules, you may read on. - ~TREVOR CORPRIKARIOUS~ My name is Trevor Corprikarious. Yes, yes, it's a long last name. Ugg... I'm not sure what culture it's from but I know it's from my mother's side; when my parents were married my mother kept her last name. My fathers old surname is Kipp. And personally, I think Corprikarious is WAY better. I'm thirteen years old, and I'm already sexually active. Strange? Nah. What's strange is that I'm thirteen, and already have my own fetish. Fetish, you ask? Yes. I love clowns. Not literally, of course... just the men behind the make up. My first sexual encounter was two years ago. My cousin, Zachary, was three years old, and his parents hired a clown to entertain. I hated it, and so did my brothers and my other cousins. The clown didn't have the whole stereotypical clown ensemble on, but, still had the make up and the stupid props. His jokes sucked ass. His tricks sucked ass. I didn't know much about sex back then. In fact, I didn't know much at all. Sex education at school was all blah blah blah. The only people who payed attention in that class were the insanely retarded people. All I specifically remember was that I was getting curious. I looked at alot of things eleven year olds shouldn't. I watched pornos, read erotica, masturbated (not very often, but still), seen things on the internet, the works. Every chance I got, I would try to read or watch something erotic, and that includes trying to watch internet porn on my aunts computer DURING the party. My aunt and uncle own a huge house, with three bathrooms, four bedrooms, and... three computers. One of which was in the guest bedroom. I figured I'd go in there to do my thing. But, the clown walked in as I started watching. Flushed, embarrassed and VERY irritated, I tried to storm out of the room (I was also hard, and I tried to hide it) but, the clown stopped me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa," he said fast, but not sillily. His voice was deep and manly, like that of a normal adult male. It was... sexy. "Where're you going?" "What d'you care?" I hissed. "Hey, now," he kneeled down. "There's no reason to be ashamed. I guess you're just in that curious stage... yeah?" I was confused, and still hard. I wondered if he noticed. "Yeah..." I said slowly. "I guess-" my voice cracked a little. Hey, I was eleven.... my voice was still growing! "Come here," he sat on the edge of the bed, and I walked towards him, shutting the door behind me. It was locked. "Son, do you masturbate?" I made a very small nod. "Do you go all the way?" I wasn't sure what that meant, but I nodded anyways. "Have you..." he hesitated. "Have you ever seen a man's... dick?" I nodded; I've seen plenty, what with all the pornos I've watched. "Have you ever felt one?" My eyes widened with curiosity, and I shook my head. "Would you like to?" "Yes." The clown man stood up, and undid his long, baggy pants. He rolled down his boxers, and revealed his fully erect cock. It was almost 7'' (just a guess... back then I didn't really know the measurements) tall! I gazed at it. The tallest my cock could get back then was, like 4 and a half! "Let me see yours," he said. Quick as lightning, I threw off my pants and shirt. Standing bare naked infront of him, he examined me. He led me to the bed, and layed me down. "Just relax," he said. He stroked at my cock a couple times with his gloved hand, and then slowly put his mouth around my dick. He suckled for a bit, and tickled my (still tight) scrotum with his bare hand. I moaned and breathed hard; it was the most beautiful feeling I've ever had. My pelvis began to thrust, without my head needing to tell it to, and my heartbeat quickened. I clutched the blanket beneath me, feeling my legs start to spazm. The clown tickled me... I moaned with intense pleasure. Then, I felt it. My cock began to spazm, and I felt my heart skip a few beats. I knew I had orgazmed. I relaxed. "Still dry, huh?" the clown said. I didn't know what that meant. "Oh well." Then, he layed down on the bed next to me, and felt my chest. "Great, wasn't it?" I couldn't answer. I was breathing too hard. "I did you, now you have to do me." I looked at him, with a sudden feeling of curiosity. I've always wanted to... but I... Oh, what the hell! Slowly, I pulled myself to the end of the bed, and kneeled up in between his widened legs. He held his cock up for me... it towered. I held it, and he let go. For a moment, I felt the tearing pulse of his heart through his dick... it movements. It's colors dashed through my eyes... it's size cast a shadow on my face... I was ready. I made my first mistake by trying to shove the whole thing down my throat... I corrected it by tacking it out, and starting low, from the bottom. I tickled the base of his dick with my tongue, and he loved it; I felt his legs twitch. I massaged his (huge) balls with one hand while holding his shaft steady with the other. Soon, my tongue was at the tip, tickling fiercly under the head, the most sensitive spot of a penis (internet research). I decided to put my lips around the head and suck. I tried not to suck too hard. Eventually, after lots of groaning and moaning, he asked me, "Hey kid... I'm gonna cum soon." I didn't stop sucking. Based on internet slang I'd read I knew what cum was, and I wanted it. I've never seen it for real, let alone tasted it. His pelvis thrusted in pattern with his pulse. I knew from the quickening of his thrusts he was nearly done, and I got excited. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn..." I felt a warm, oozy liquid all of a sudden. I figured that this was what I was waiting for, but as soon as I got ready to taste and swallow it, more came out, and more, and more. Soon, it was leaking out of my mouth and dripping onto the comforters. I tasted it; the sweet, saltiness... oh, how it flowed down my chin. I never wanted it to stop. Ever.