The Greatest Show On Earth

I suppose I should have felt odd, standing behind the riotously decorated circus trailer having a piss next to the half-man/half-woman, also enjoying a long satisfying leak. As it is, I was too intent on looking at his beautiful todger in full flood to give the oddness much thought. And to be fair he was clearly copping an eyeful of mine, which I encouraged by getting my big hairy balls out for an airing as well.

Now, when I say half-man/half-woman I’m not actually talking about some genuine biological anomaly. He was infact divided down the middle from top to toe, one side a dapper half-moustachioed gent, the other a full-on floozy with a riot of red hair and more lipstick and makeup than you’d find in a drag queen’s bathroom.

I’d just seen his “performance” in the small tent he occupied on the ramshackle Sideshow Alley, and can’t say that I’d been overly impressed; apart that is from the sheer ingenuity of his costume and makeup. 

The act consisted mainly of him sitting on a swivel chair and directing either his male or female persona to the sparse (and somewhat uncomfortable) audience staring at him from the front, telling the occasional lame joke and directing a volley of abuse at a small group of schoolboys who had finagled their way in and were taking great delight in catcalling and making lewd suggestions to whichever half was on view at the time. I hadn’t stayed long.

The act I was now witnessing was far more to my liking, and I suspect even the raucous schoolboys would have been silent in admiration at his beautiful, uncut penis, albeit sticking out from the folds of a voluminous pink tulle dress.

We didn’t say a word as our piss streams crossed and pooled at our feet. He stepped to one side as the yellow puddle burst its banks and flowed towards him, saving the espadrille on his right foot from a good soaking. I laughed, and he laughed with me, giving a suggestive wink which made my old boy twitch noticeably.

“Feel like a beer?” he asked in a pleasant voice as he made a show of shaking the remaining drops from his cock, before folding the generous foreskin back over the wet knob and finally (regrettably) manhandling it back into the folds of his costume.

“Why not” I replied, “the tank’s empty now.”

He surprised me by taking my hand as I hurriedly stuffed my own dick back into my pants, leading me towards a garishly decorated trailer sitting amongst other similarly wonderful monstrosities. 

The heat of the mid-afternoon sun was enervating, and only a few foolhardy souls had ventured onto the reserve from the nearby town, intent on taking in the delights of Lord Sidewinders’s Peculiar Travelling Circus, despite the conditions. 

Leading me up the few wooden steps into his caravan I was surprised at how relatively cool it was inside, thanks to its position under some spreading gum trees which granted it a premier place in the shadows. It was also delightfully dim, with just enough eucalyptus-scented air coming in through a vent in the ceiling to give it an oasis-like aura of tranquility.

No sooner were we inside than he tore off the garish wig and scrubbed at the clownish makeup with a flannel, revealing a remarkably handsome, 30 something face, slightly careworn but with good nature deeply ingrained within it. 

Turning his back to me he practically begged me to unzip his costume, which fell away to his knees in one piece like a pair of overalls, allowing him to step out of its mix of tulle, feathers and gabardine, kicking it away into a corner like a prisoner released from his chains.

“Thank god” he cried, “I was melting in that nightmare thing!”

He stood with his back to me, raising his face to the ceiling vent, enjoying the slight breeze as it played over his near naked body. I took advantage of the moment to admire his sinewy, sweat soaked back, my eyes travelling down to his tight well rounded buttocks, encased in loose white cotton boxers, soaked and clinging like a second skin to those beautiful globes. 

It was all I could do to stop myself from dropping to my knees.

Turning around he caught my gaze and smiled. He didn’t seem to mind at all as I took in his slender pale chest and stomach, and I’m pretty sure I noticed movement as my eyes rested on the outline of his cock, clearly visible in the wet folds of his shorts.

Reaching across to a pail of cool water on the nearby counter, he squeezed out a sponge and was about to start cleaning himself when I took it from him and gently began the pleasant task myself. His long, gentle sigh told me I’d made the right call.

He closed his eyes as I sponged him from top to toe, kissing his nipples, his chest, his stomach, raising his arms to clean the dark fur of his pits, kissing them too before wiping down his beautiful back, watching the cool water disappear below the band of his shorts, kneeling to kiss the patch of dark fur at the base of his spine, breathing his warm, musky scent as I washed away the sweat of the day, savouring its salty taste on my tongue as I went about my careful work.

He turned and presented himself to me, his covered cock directly in front of my face stretching the fabric of his sodden shorts with its tumescence. Leaning in I took it and his soaked shorts into my mouth, almost overpowered by his taste and smell, a potent cocktail of sweat, piss, precum and his own deeper scent.

Unable to tease myself (or him) any longer, I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down, his stiff cock springing out and slapping me across the cheek, leaving a trail of slippery juice in its wake.

Having no foreskin myself I must confess to an abnormal fixation (obsession?) on those who do, and my new friend had skin in abundance, which I wasted no time in sampling, pulling it forward over his engorged head and working my tongue inside to feel and taste its moist fleshiness. Hard as he was I could feel his shaft throb as I pulled on his heavy balls, his furry sack like velvet in my fingers.

My own tool was straining and uncomfortable in my jeans and after a few more minutes of delirious sucking I stood up and allowed him to undress me, which he did with studied efficiency. 

I was naked before him in no time at all, his fingers running through the dark mat of hair on my chest and stomach, tugging clumps of my thick wiry pubes as if he meant to pluck them before gripping my hard leaking dick, working it almost painfully, mastering it.

Looking down I watched as he brought our slimey cock heads together, eye to eye, and I gasped as he worked his skin sheath over his and mine, stretching it until it covered almost a third of my own shaft as well as his. I laughed as he began masturbating me with his foreskin, something I’d craved and could now confirm to be the most intimate of experiences.

I confess I surrendered at that moment, leaning back against the counter to watch fascinated as his enveloping skin slid back and forth over my cock, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. At the same time his full attention was focused on my face, watching closely as I moved from curious to distracted to surprised until finally I was overcome and transported.

My orgasm, when it arrived, came fast, filling his sheath and causing me to cry out in almost painful pleasure. With nowhere to go my cum leaked voluminously from the opening of his stretched foreskin, flooding my pubes and running down my legs. He laughed delightedly, keeping my jerking cock wrapped in his skin while it continued to pump its thick load into his already full shaft, the mess having nowhere to go but over the both of us.

“Now I’m going to fuck you.” A statement of fact, undeniable and welcome, whispered into my ear as I fell against him, exhausted and spent. But not just yet, as a loud rap on the door startled us both out of our delirium. 

“Twenty minutes to Konga!” came a gruff voice through the door, and my friend started as if a gun had been fired, before answering with a muddled confirmation.

“Christ, I almost forgot” he gasped as he pulled away from me, my cock slipping from his foreskin, leaving a thick bridge of cum between us which broke as he grabbed his dressing gown from a peg on the wall. Hurriedly covering himself he headed for the door, turning to me at the final moment to flash a dazzling smile. 

“You be here when I get back. Promise me!” I promised, all too happily, as he disappeared down the steps, slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone in a whirlwind of pleasure and confusion.

Of course I knew about “Konga”, the terrifying gorilla prominent in all of the circus advertising that had littered the town for weeks now. I wondered vaguely just what role my friend played in the ape’s performance, but the heat of the day and my recent exertions had crept up on me, and the sight of his unmade bed at the far end of the caravan proved too much as I collapsed onto it, enjoying his lingering scent as I drifted off amongst the pillows and rumpled sheets.

I can’t have dozed for long and was woken by the sound of the door opening, my cock instantly springing to attention at the thought of the pleasures to come. I raised myself on one elbow and squinted into the gloom of the caravan, uttering an astonished cry as I saw, standing in the middle of the confined space, a massive ape, all hair and snarling visage, glaring at me as if about to attack.

Looking around hopelessly I could see nothing to defend myself with, and was about to call for help when the terrible beast put its hands on its hips and started laughing in an all too human way. I can only imagine the look on my face when the creature reached down to his nether regions and, pulling aside a secret flap, revealed a semi-hard prick which looked all too familiar as it bounced out of its confinement, jerking up and down mere inches from my face.

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed as I stared greedily at the rapidly hardening tool, its owner leaping up and down in a parody of apelike behaviour. I began laughing as he slapped my cheeks with his moist shaft before pushing it against my lips, the familiar taste all too welcome after my initial shock.

“How did you know I like my men hairy?” I asked, looking up at his beaming face as he pulled the fearsome headpiece off before struggling with the concealed zipper at the front of the outrageous costume.
He stepped out of the voluminous gear expertly and stood before me, once again as naked as the day and covered in a silvery sheen of sweat. He was quite beautiful and we wasted no more time with sponges and water. 

Falling back onto the bed I parted my legs, welcoming him between them. His cock jerked violently as he grabbed my ankles and moved in, guiding his slippery root between my sweat soaked butt cheeks, pushing his swollen knob against my tight ring, forcing a grunt from my lips as he pushed past my sphincter with little finesse,  plunging bush deep into my passage.

His beautiful face hovered above mine. Our lips met and parted and met again while he moved inside me, slowly, then fast, then slowly again, on and on and on. I closed my eyes and let the sensations course through me, losing myself in his intensity. I felt him shudder, a flood of liquid warmth, felt his mouth clamp over mine, his breathing hot and fast, our sweat-wet bodies joined, my own orgasm seeping between us, complete. 

Despite the heat and the sweat and the cum I didn’t want him to move, didn’t want to feel his weight lift from my body. We could lie there forever, wrung out, spent, falling asleep in each other's arms, while I dreamt of running away with the circus.