Please do not read unless you are 18 or older. This story describes sex acts between men and boys. Please do not read if this subject disturbs you.
Chippenditty's Secret Concert
by
Danny Ocean
Nasty Nasty boy I wanna see your nasty body move
-Janet Jackson
Cast of characters: Harold (40 year old cobbler, boy lover) Kyle (9 year old Chippenditty extraodinaire) Rigger (33 year old dance troup manager)
As we last left Harold and Kyle, they had just formed the tightest and sweetest bond in the dressing room of the dance rehearsal hall. Afterwards, Harold drove Kyle home. They sat in the car holding hands for quite some time, saying nothing. Eventually, Kyle's mom peeked out the window and they decided it was time to part. For the following week, every daily chore they did was colored by the glorious memory of the dressing room tryst. They would smile whenever an image flashed in their mind of the erotic coupling. On Saturday, Kyle called Harold and demanded another session. He was not to be denied. He pedaled over to Harold's apartment on his bicycle. Upon entering the flat, he stripped completely. He displayed his erection with a smile. Harold, who followed suit, had been hard since the phone call. What followed was four solid hours of the most intense, strenuous intercourse Harold had ever known with man or woman. They both made an extra effort to please their lover and was rewarded themselves many times over. They screamed out their love for each other during the height of orgasm. Kyle had discovered a daddy and lover rolled into one. Harold discovered the huge void in his life had finally been filled, filled to the brim and running over. Harold had never experienced orgasms this intense. A few times he was afraid of losing consciousness. And although the sex was great, the ultimate pleasure was when naked Kyle fell asleep on top of him.
During the weeks that followed, they became more familiar with each others personalities. Harold turned out to be a bit reserved in his emotions. He loved Kyle dearly, but appeared a little stiff at times. He shied away from public displays of affection. Kyle, it was discovered, was a bit of a jokester. He derived great enjoyment by teasing and taunting Harold, especially in public. On one occasion in a crowded tea shop, Kyle teased Harold by impersonating an upper class gentleman. He even put a monocle in his eye in the form of a round cracker.
"Father dear," he said with a nasal quality. "Are you putting you cock in my asshole tonight?"
"Will you please be quiet," Harold hissed. "Someone might hear."
"Because if you are," he went on. "I want you to keep it up there for a longer period of time. You cock shoots too soon."
"Kyle. People can hear."
"Really, father. I'm beginning to think you don't love me. You shoot your come almost as soon as you penetrate me. I feel like a slut." Kyle could contain his laughter no longer. He found Harold's red angry face was hysterical.
After a midday sex session, they both ended up laying on the sofa, sweaty, spent, and panting. Kyle lay on top of Harold playing with his chest hair, while Harold tenderly stroked Kyle's perfect, soft ass.
"Do any of the other boys do this?" Harold asked.
"Dunno," said Kyle. He lifted his head off Harold's chest and said, "Why?"
"Don't be suspicious. I was just wondering. I mean, if they enjoy sex as much as you do, I have some friends who share my tastes."
"You mean they like to fuck little boys."
"Is that so terrible?"
"Not the way you do it," Kyle said smiling.
A plan was hatching in Harold's mind that would make him very happy. He felt guilty about other boy lovers weren't as lucky as he. He wanted to give them some happiness. However, he couldn't discuss it alone with Kyle. He had to talk to Rigger. When Kyle left, he called him on the phone.
"A private performance? Secret? What's this all about," asked Rigger.
"What if I told you that I could round up as many as 50 men who would pay handsomely for a private Chippenditty show?"
"How handsomely?"
"Twenty pounds a head."
"Twenty pounds? You've got to be joking. Who would pay that much money to see little boys dance?"
"Men like me," said Harold, a bit ashamed.
"I still don't understand. What sort of man are you?"
"I and a lot of my friends are..attracted to young boys."
"You're a pervert."
"If you like."
"Well, I'm not completely shocked. I've seen it all before. You've been seeing Kyle too I hear."
Harold froze. "Yes, if you must know. We've become very good friends. Look you don't have to--"
"I won't say anything. Just be careful. I'm in show business, remember? I've done a few unsavory things myself. Just make sure he stays healthy."
"Of course."
"Now getting back to your suggestion. It sounds like a good idea, but it's going to take some very careful planning. We'll have to think up something to tell the kids parents."
"I'll help you with that."
"Help, yeah. By the way, what's your cut?"
"What?"
"Your cut. You're rounding up the customers. How much do you want?"
"Well, I don't want anything. I'm doing this for my friends, but I think you should give ten pounds to each of the boys."
"Why so much for them?"
"Well, it's a private show and perhaps it will have to be performed far away.. and, uh, they'll be doing the full monty."
"Naked?"
"Not at first, but eventually they'll have to take all their clothes off."
There was a long pause while Rigger considered this.
"I'll tell you, Harold. You've got balls. Have you ever worked in sales?"
On the night of the show, the van pulled up to the night club that was 35 miles away from their town. Rigger, Harold, and the boys piled out. The boys ran noisily into the club. Rigger said to Harold, "I hope this works."
"It'll work. Kyle knows what to do."
As the boys were getting ready backstage, Rigger and Harold collected the money from the men who were arriving. They had a small problem with the club manager when he found out what kind of show it was. So, they had to relinquish a wad of cash to make him happy. The room was large with a good sized stage. There were tables all around with place settings. No alcohol was allowed, in fact, no drinks of any kind. The men were still arriving and taking seats at the tables. Some had been contacted by Harold personally while others were recruited on the internet. Their ages ranged from 25 to 65. Some were well dressed, some casual. Some brought video cameras. One considerate gent brought two boxes of tissues.
"Tissues," said Rigger. "I should have brought some, too."
"Never mind tissues," said Harold. "I think we're going to need a cardiac defibulator."
The room darkened and the stage lit up. The music began. It was hard rock and very loud. The bass was so strong it reverberated through the audience like a second heartbeat. The boys paraded on stage with confidence and macho. They wore black jackets with tails, no shirt, red bow ties and black stretch shorts. And they were barefoot. They marched around the stage a few times, then took their places in two lines facing the men. Their opening routine was the same one they did for children's parties. They swiveled their hips, caressed their bodies, wiggles their asses, kicked their legs, and humped the air. In the middle of the song, they stripped off their jackets and danced bare chested.
Crowd reaction was zero. There wasn't one hoot, one holler, no clapping of hands, or stamping of feet. The men were enjoying the entertainment in their own way. And enjoy it they did. Most of them were slumped in their chairs, lightly massaging their groins. They were all moaning softly and salivating. Some were constantly shifting in their seats. When the song ended, all the boys were posed with legs spread and right arm pointing to the heavens. Silence. Rigger and Harold started the applause which the men took up. The pounding beat started again and the boys marched off. The music faded. It was time for a costume change before the next number. The men in the audience took this time to converse with each other.
"Fabulous, wasn't it?"
"Unbelievable."
"Did you see the one-"
"What a little angel."
"I'm stiff as a board."
The music started again and the boys pranced on stage wearing nothing but pink speedos with a black "C" at the crotch. The beat pounded. They bent forward and shook their asses. They bent backward and shook their pelvis. With their hands behind their head, they thrust their crotches in the air again and again.
The men were starting to lose control. Many of them already had their penises out and were stroking them. Two gentlemen at the same table were stroking each other. Round and round they danced executing the most exquisite gyrations in unison. Their sweets young bodies were glistening with sweat as they bumped and wiggled. Sometimes they smiled sweetly in an innocent manner while other times they snarled a sexy grimace that sent the men up the ladder of lust.
When that song ended, the boys stood frozen with hands on hips and legs spread wide. This time the men burst into applause which made the boys smile.
Then Harold's plan went into effect. Without warning, Kyle stripped off his speedo and stood there in all his glory. Silence. He quickly spun around and challenged the oldest boy, Aaron, with his steel-eyed gaze. Aaron was speechless, lost in confusion. Then he smiled and met the challenge. He, too, stripped off his speedo. Then, like falling dominoes, one by one, each boy took off his speedo and resumed the proud pose. Kyle, Aaron, Simon, Jordan, Shane, Matthew, Sid, John, and Daniel all with their legs spread and not a hair on their balls. The audience went wild.
Rigger was stunned. It had worked. The boys had done the full monty. Harold knew that if the boys were asked ahead of time to dance naked, there would have been one or two that would say no. This way, it looked like it was all Kyle's idea. The music started again and the boys pretty much performed the same dance steps. The men loved it. They were all masturbating by this point. A few had already ejaculated.
Suddenly, Harold noticed that Kyle was hard. He walked toward the stage. Kyle saw him and started jerking his little cock and fondling his balls. The boys saw what Kyle was doing and faltered. This was a little too odd. Kyle motioned for Harold to come up on stage. The audience was moaning loudly. They couldn't believe this cute little boy was jerking off for them. Harold walked slowly onto the stage amid the booming rhythm of the music. Kyle leaped into his arms and started kissing him. He then dropped to his knees, took out Harold's prick and started sucking. His mouth was hot and he sucked hard, his head bobbing rapidly. Harold was nervous and excited. All the boys were staring, but it was Aaron who snapped them out of their reverie. He continued dancing and they followed him. During this time, Harold was able to strip naked. Lost in the moment of pure lust, he hoisted Kyle off the stage and turned him upside down to suck his little cocklet. What a spectacle. Eight naked boys dancing around a man/boy pair who were sucking each others dicks. By this point, you could hear the audience above the pounding beat. Then Aaron did the unthinkable. The sight of Kyle giving Harold a blow job was too much for him. He started jerking his own cock in tempo as if it were part of the routine. The other boys would not be left out. They all started doing it, even the youngest ones who'd never done it before. Some were poking their own assholes while they jerked. Their temperature was rising. Harold's face was red and his neck muscles bulged. He switched from Kyle's cock to his balls and back again. He wet a finger and wormed it into his asshole. This made Kyle suck like a vacuum cleaner. However, a vacuum cleaner can't play with your balls or penetrate your asshole which is what Kyle was doing to Harold. Then Aaron stopped dancing and just stood there jerking off. Again the boys imitated him.
Suddenly, one by one, the men in the audience got out of their seats and, cock in hand, advanced slowly to the stage. They looked like the zombies in Night of the Living Dead. When they got on stage, they replaced the boys' jerking hands with their own. The boys didn't mind at all. Then, as if on cue, the men dropped to their knees and starting sucking them off. The older boys like Aaron and Jordan knew what blowjobs were and were happy to finally feel what it was like. To the other younger boys, it was a revelation. They squealed with delight, grabbed the men by their hair, and humped their faces.
Harold and Kyle were bobbing their heads in a frenzy. Their bodies were burning. Their sweat drip onto the stage. They bobbed harder and faster, harder and faster until Harold stiffened and his cock shot its load into Kyle's sweet sucking mouth. Seconds later, Harold felt Kyle's dick spasm and twitch. Soon after that they fell to the stage and kissed and kissed and kissed.
There were a lot of men waiting to get on stage. They stood there jerking their dicks to keep them hard. Aaron was close to cumming in his man's mouth. His eyes were closed and his tongue was going crazy. He screamed out, "This is so fucking hot. I want a cock in my mouth!" The next man in line ran to him and Aaron feasted. Not long after he started sucking, he exploded into the mouth that was sucking him.
Jordan was enjoying his own blowjob when he looked over and saw Aaron sucking a man dick. He was always in fierce competition with Aaron and was not to be outdone. He looked at the next man in line and shouted, "You want me to suck you?"
The man's answer was his hard cock quickly plugged into Jordan's face. Soon two or three of the other boys were sucking mancock and getting blown. The remaining lads refused to suck. The men didn't mind. They considered themselves lucky just to suck a boys tiny cocklet.
Rigger threw his hands up in frustration and sat at one of the tables. He knew he should do something, but resigned himself to keep the peace. So far none of the boys were screaming for help. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Aaron's mouth was soon flooded with come. He swallowed it down as his man gasped for breath. When the dick was pulled out of his mouth, he shouted, "Done. Next!" He started sucking the next mandick. Jordan sucked harder to bring his man off. No way was Aaron going to win this contest. Come on, dammit. Come in my mouth. He tickled the man's balls and wormed a finger into his asshole. The man started screaming and ejaculating forcefully into Jordan's sucking mouth. "Done. Next!" A man on his knees was masturbating as he sucked the youngest boy. Suddenly, he felt a little hand shoving his hand away. He looked down to see another lovely young angel pumping him.
There were many pools of cum on the stage from the men jerking off. One unlucky gent slipped and fell with a loud BANG!!! "Oh, my back!!! he shouted. He was completely ignored until one sympathetic little tyke bent over and began jerking his cock and licking his balls. "Does this feel better?" he giggled.
Aaron realized that Jordan was sucking more cocks than him. So, before he starting sucking the next cock he yelled to the next in line, "Fuck my asshole!" The man didn't have to be told twice. He knelt behind Aaron, spit on his seven-incher and slid it slowly into the tight hole. Aaron moaned with a cock in his mouth. The two men who were being blown by Aaron and Jordan started talking to each other. "You wouldn't believe how hard this boy is sucking. He's really wants that cum."
"I'm going right down this one's throat."
"This'll never happen again in my lifetime."
"I know what you mean. After this is over, I might as well go home and shoot myself in the head."
Jordan, still sucking, saw that Aaron had a cock in his ass as well. Two can play at that game. The next time Aaron looked at Jordan, he saw the little punk with a cock in his mouth, one in his asshole and one in each fist! This was one hot boy. Aaron, with a cock in his mouth and asshole, started waving his arms around and jerking the air with his fists. The next men in line got the idea and were soon enjoying Aaron's soft young hands on their massive poles.
The music had stopped long ago. All anyone could hear were sucking sounds, slurps, moans, groans, screams, grunts, giggles, and high pitched squeals. "Oh, mister, that feels so good!" "Keep sucking, lad, I'm almost there" "Play with my balls" "Oh, I'm gonna come! Suck it harder! Ohhhhhhhh" "C'mon, mister, fuck my asshole harder" "Done. Next!"
"Son of a bitch," Rigger said to himself when he saw the club manager on stage getting sucked by Jordan. Kyle and Harold were still wrapped up in each others arms, cooing to each other. Soon the lines of men waiting for blowjobs were depleted. Aaron and Jordan had cum running down their mouths to their chests. Their hands were covered with it. Rivers of cum ran out their assholes. The stage was littered with exhausted, motionless, groaning men. One little lad could be heard pleading timidly, "Can't you get it up one more time? I want to see it shoot again."
The boys were still hot and ready for more. When they realized the men were drained and useless, they attacked each other. Aaron and Jordan flew into each others arms and started kissing. They soon fell into a mutual blowjob position, sucking frantically. Little boys were sucking other little boys and fucking them up the ass. The youngest ones were the most insatiable. Sex was their new toy and they wanted to play with it all night. They whimpered, shrieked, giggled, and panted. Their little dicks throbbed in the mouths and assholes of their mates when they came. They recuperated in no time and started sucking and fucking again.
Harold and Kyle were getting dressed. Rigger had had enough. He clapped his hands together. "All right, boys. That's enough. Get dressed. We're going home." The boys voiced their complaints. "Now, now," shouted Rigger. "There a ten pound note for each of you." The boys looked at each other and laughed. Ten pounds was nothing compared to the individual tips the men were giving them. Each lad had accumulated a pile of money. They also acquired numerous business cards for future private shows.
Harold and Kyle walked out of the club hand in hand, more in love than ever. They sat in the van and talked while the boys got dressed. "You were fabulous tonight," said Harold. "Thanks so much for doing this."
"No one had a better time than me," whispered Kyle. The kissed.
"What we're doing together, you and me, in private is something that society hates. They think it's wrong. I think it's wrong, but I can't help myself. I love you so much."
"I love you, too. You're not going to leave me, are you?"
"No, Kyle. Not for the world. You're the blood in my veins. You're the air in my lungs. Without you, I would die. I just want you to know how the world works. I don't want you to be hurt by someone's opinion. There are a lot of people in the world, each with their own idea of what's right and wrong. You have to know when to agree, when to disagree, and when to walk away."
"And when to run."
"Yes."
"And when to dance!"
"YES!"
They were embracing when they heard the thud of the boys feet climbing into the van.
The next morning, a janitor walked into the club with his mop and bucket. He took one look at the stage and said, "I got's to ask fo' a raise."
January 1999 Comments welcome. Feel free to write a sequel.