Joining the circus

The Rake’s Progres

My name is Joe. I was born and raised on a farm deep in the heart of middle Kentucky. I won’t say the name of the county, nor its county seat, because someone who reads this may recognize me. I am 18 and muscular from doing heavy farm labor. I also ride my bike all over the county, and have developed big muscular calves and thighs. My upper torso is well defined from chores such as digging post holes for a fence, milking cows, and hoeing our vegetable garden, etc.

But the farm bored me, and I wanted to find a different life, although my father didn’t like the idea. A traveling circus came to a nearby town and I decided to go to see it. It had the usual circus stuff, such as a two-headed calf, clowns, a tightrope walker and other circusey things. While there I noticed a sign that read, “Help Wanted. Must be strong and enjoy hard work. Ask for Matt.” The idea intrigued me, so I sought out Matt. He is a burly and beefy guy about 35 years old. I didn’t know it at the time, but he could be called a bear. I think that expression was invented so that fat gays could feel better about themselves. Otherwise they would be just a fat faggot.

When I entered his tent, he was a bit gruff, but after shaking my hand, he said, “It looks like you can fill the bill. You would need to help with setting up and taking down our tents as we go from place to place. But as part of the interview I need to give you a physical exam. Take off all of your clothes, then you will lift these weights for me.”

I thought this an unusual request, but what the hell, I’m, game for almost anything. So strip I did, to his admiring stares, especially at the size of my big dick. Lifting the weights was a breeze. He said, “You are hired, but there is one other thing. Do you like to get blow jobs?”

“I don’t know, because I never had one.”

“Well, if somebody offered, would you accept?”

I blushed, but replied, “Yes, I guess so.”

With that, he fell to his knees and swallowed my cock. What a great feeling! It swelled up immediately. He could even take all of my dick down his throat. Fantastic! I shot my load very fast.

“He stood up and exclaimed, “You are definitely hired. The pay isn’t great, but as you saw, there are other benefits. You will also get free room and board.” Even though I would be earning just a bit more than the minimum wage, it was more than the meager weekly allowance I got from my Dad.

“I’ll accept,” I replied. I’ll jump on my bike, go home and tell my folks, pack a suitcase, and I’ll be back in a couple of hours”

“Great news.You are going to have lots of fun. I guarantee it,” he answered.

I rode back home as fast as I could, to tell my parents about my new job. Instead of wishing me well, my father became angry. He yelled in a loud voice, “With you away, I’ll have to hire someone to take your place here on the farm.” My mother cried at the news. I hurriedly packed a suitcase and stuffed it to overflowing with my clothes. In no time I was ready, and biked back to the circus.

When I got there, I went to tell Matt that I was ready. When I entered his tent, there was another guy there too. Matt introduced him as Dick, and explained that Dick and I would work together. Matt also mentioned that Dick slept in Matt’s tent, and that I would too. I liked Dick instantly. He was a husky farm boy like me, and my same age. I thought that he was good-looking, although such a thought had never entered my mind before.

Matt explained that Dick would “show me the ropes” of my other tasks. We had to keep all of the equipment used in the circus in good shape, and do errands as “gofers.” I noticed that Dick was giving me strange looks, and it puzzled me. I would soon find out why.

When bedtime came, Dick said, “Why don’t we put our cots closer so that we can whisper things without Matt hearing us. I thought that odd, but I said OK. As I was dozing off, I felt Dick’s hand on my crotch. That shocked me. I hadn’t expected it. I didn’t brush his hand away. I thought to myself, “Let’s see where this goes.” My cock naturally got hard. Then Dick threw back my cover, took my cock out of my shorts and masturbated it. I was surprised, but laid in total silence. It felt really good to have a different hand jerking me off, I came quickly, and he cleaned me up with a handkerchief that he had with him. Needless to say, I slept peacefully.

The second night he repeated his act. I thought, “Well if he can do this for me, maybe I’ll return the favor.” I was shocked by my decision. But I did it. To my surprise, Dick’s dick was the same size as mine. I think that Matt may have been watching us, but if so, he said nothing.

The next day Dick asked me, “Did you like what we did?”

“Yes,” I replied, with a big smile.

“Well, I can do to you what Matt does to me, and probably to you too. I’d like to suck your cock. I was astounded.

Dick continued, “I know a place where we can go without Matt knowing about it. We can do it in one of the portable toilets.”

“I’m game,” I replied.

So we made our way to one of the toilets. We made sure that no one saw us both enter at the same time. He asked me to take off my pants and shorts, then sit on the toilet. I complied, and he got on his knees, spreading m y legs wide. To my surprise, he was a good cocksucker.

“Where did you learn that?” I asked.

“Matt taught me,” he answered. I was shocked.

And so it went. Some nights Matt would suck off both me and Dick. I enjoyed watching Dick pushing Matt’s head up and down on his prick. Dick continued his daily ritual of giving me a blow job. After three or four days, Dick asked me, “Did you ever consider giving head to another guy?”

“No way! I’m not in to that kind of thing,” I replied angrily.

But Dick threw me a dare. “Try it, you might like it.”

I thought about his remark for a few days. He had lighted a spark in my brain. I knew that getting a blowjob is fantastic. I began to wonder what it might be like to suck a dick. And Dick was certainly available. So a few days later, I told Dick, “If you want me try to give you a blow job, I’ll try.”

“Great news,” he replied. “I’ll teach you how it’s done.”

So I tried it. I could get only the head of Dick’s dick in my mouth. And I gagged.

“Take it slow and easy. You will need to learn how to suppress your gag reflex. It’s not too difficult,” my “professor” explained.

I thought to myself, What if my Dad saw me doing this? He would hate to see his only Son go down.” To my great surprise and horror, I kinda liked it. I got to practice my new experience almost every day with Dick. I was a fast learner.

After a couple of months with the circus, to my shock, I began to eye the cute country boys who came to see the acts. I wanted to suck them! I contrived to sit next to a likely victim while he was watching the acts, and would strike up a conversation with them. After a few minutes, I would pop the question, “Do you like to get blow jobs?”  

Some wouldn’t answer me, but others said yes. Then I offered to take them to a portable toilet to do my duty. Now that I’m going on 19, I have turned into a ravenous cocksucker. Who would have thunk it?