PEKKA AT THE CIRCUS by Edw. D. Wood, Jr Pekka looked around. It was as fabulous as he thought it might be, it was gigantic ... the tents, the sideshow off to one side of the fairgrounds, a couple of fun rides; not as many as he knew there were at the carnivals he had seen; but rides none the less; and he wanted to be a part of ft. He had wanted to be ha part of the circus for as long as he could remember, and he was Pekka, and he had to eat, he had to drink and live and fuck ... fuck, that was the key word. There must be a lot of fucking around the circus; they were such exciting people; charming, robust. He looked across to those two guys by the big trailer. They wore T-shirts and tight Levis ... so tight you could see their bulging tools stretching against the rough material. Pekka could read the sign on the trailer door even from the distance where he stood; "DIRECTOR". That must be the office he was looking for ... he walked toward ft and only stopped when the two men, standing there, confronted him. For a long moment there were no words spoken between them. The two men first studied Pekka' s face, then their eyes almost In unison dropped to the front of his tight pants. There was a moment of embarrassment as Pekka realized where the glance of the men had gone. He let his own eyes drop to the front of his pants, and back up to the others. He felt a twinge in his crotch, as he felt the starting of an erection. He tried to stop this feeling, but the eyes of the others made some kind of a demand upon the emotions he couldn't understand. "You got business here?" demanded the red haired young man, flexing his great muscles under his skin-tight T-shirt. "Maybe," reflected Pekka. "Now that ain't no kind of answer to a question like Red gave you," spoke the other, a sandy, bushy-headed man. "It Is the only answer I can give you right now. I am looking for work. I would like to work with the circus." The two men looked at each other before the red-haired man spoke again. "You think you got something to offer the circus?" The other fellow gave a knowing grin as his eyes went to Pekka's crotch once more. "Could be he does have something to offer." The man reached over and took Pekka's entire crotch into his hand and gave it less than a delicate squeeze. Pekka jumped back, startled. The red-haired man looked to his friend. "Feel anything we might like?" "He's got something there!" "Shit, I could see that without snapping a cheap feel." Pekka doubled up his fists, but quickly thought better of making the move any more hostile as the red-haired man spoke again. "Hell, man, maybe it wasn't so cheap at that." "Cool it down fells. You'll get used to it around here, if you stay long enough. Boss' name is Kake. He's In the office there. Don't bother to knock. You can bet he's gonna want to see you."

Pekka didn't say anything; simply looked at the two men, confused for a long moment, then the red-haired man laughed a booming laugh. "Don't worry boy, we'll see you later." "Yeah," said the other." "Something tells me we'll be seeing a lot more of you." Pekka hesitated a moment at the door to the trailer then entered. Coming out of the bright sunlight, the dim atmosphere of the trailer made him blink, and if that wasn't enough to make his eyes float, the sound of the stem voice from across the room did. "Who the hell are you?" "Pekka!" "What in hell's a Pekka?" "That's me!" "That's my name, Pekka!" "Your name is Pekka?" The voice of the man turned into a booming laughter; one which seemed to have no end. "I'm sorry my name offends you." "It don't offend me fella ... I just hope you got a pekka worthy of making into your name." "I think something is going over my head!" "Skip It! Get over here so I can see what in hell you look like, and what the hell do you want in here in the first place?" "A job with the circus!" "Lots of people want a job with the circus. What makes you think you can handle a job with the circus? You got any circus experience?" "I can always learn. I am young and I am strong." Pekka walked across so that he could see the big man in the cowboy hat; his beard emphasizing his strong chin. His boots, although well worn, were highly polished, but of the most interest to Pekka at the moment of meeting was the ring firmly embedded in the nipple of his right breast. The man had obviously been slushing whiskey for some time because the bottle on a stand next to him was half empty, and his breath smelled of the liquid. The muscles of his great chest seemed to be straining at the skin itself, but his hand rested over the greatest muscle of all ... that which was hidden in the rough cloth of his trousers. He was certainly a man to be reckoned with and not to be taken lightly. He languished back in his chair and looked through steel like eyes. "I can raise tents, poles..." The big man laughed at Pekka again. "I would bet that is not the only thing you can raise. " Pekka felt that strange stirring at his crotch again ... and he suddenly knew what caused it this time. The big, bearded man's eyes were fastened on the front of his pants, just as the men outside the trailer had done. But there was more to the glare of this man; he was licking his lips with the end of his tongue. Pekka felt a bit uneasy with the man's sudden change of attitude. There was also the sensation which kept him frozen in his tracks, looking down at the man who was so domineering in his great chair.

Then he made the move which Pekka had unconsciously foreseen. He took his cock out into plaint sight and held it with both hands ... It was as hard as a rod of steel, the giant head throbbing expectantly. "You ever seen anything like this before?" "Yes," Pekka said with all confidence. "You fuckin' liar," shouted the man, and came forward slightly In his chair. "I do not lie." "You ain't never seen nothln' like this buster. You mean you think you got one like this?" Pekka nodded. "Then get it to hell out where I can see it, and do it now before I kick your ass all over the circus grounds. You hear me boy? Get the fucking pants down and show me what you're so proud of." Pekka had never met such demands before and though he was a bit frightened, he was also feeling a certain amount of excitement at the thought of what he must do. He hesitated a moment longer. "Get the fucking things down, you hear!" Pekka's hand went to the front of his trousers, and he felt some of the excitement already entering into his balls. He unzipped his pants, and quickly took out his tool and held it with both hands. "Right here. See, It's no lie," he said defensively. "Good God!" exclaimed the man. " No lie," said Pekka simply. "Yes! I would say, that is no lie." The man reached over and took the base of Pekka's prick and his balls into his hand. "Drop your pants!" The command was stem and Pekka without hesitation did as he was told. Since he wore no undershorts, his naked genitals came immediately into full view and the big man continued to hold to his huge, swollen penis with a tightness that made Pekka squirm. "If I squeeze your balls a bit will you take it down the throat? Or would you prefer ...?" He reached around to let his finger drift over Pekka's ass-hole and began to force his finger into the hole. Pekka took up the challenge. He turned his butt to the man and bent over. "Oh yes, much more interesting this way." The big man reached up and took the young Pekka by the waist and pulled him backward and down upon his prick, sinking it deep into the inner recesses of Pekka's anus. Pekka gave one grunt, then settled down on the cock and started to make small rotating motions with the cheeks of his ass. He then changed the rhythm until it became a light bobbing up and down until he felt the already mammoth cock grow even greater within him and he knew it was about to explode. He reached behind him and grabbed the big man's balls in his own powerful grasp, and just as he felt the hot juices building there he squeezed with a pressure which have had lesser men screaming "Uncle!" But all the big man did was pull harder on Pekka's hips, grunt a few times then he was spewing his sperm heavily into the opening.

"You need lots of sperm for strength!" he said as he withdrew. 'You're certainly not lacking in any strength then," replied Pekka. "Do I get the job?" "Finish his one first." The big man took him by the hand and lowered him over his still dripping penis. "Never leave a job unfinished," he said, and continued to hold Pekka's head as his lips folded over the head, then followed downward to take the entire shaft Into his throat. He sucked hard, and hot, feeling his own passions mount until he was soon reaching his own sexual crescendo. The big man spurted another great load into his throat. He gulped and swallowed, then hungered for more ... but even a man as big as Kake had to be emptied sometime ... he was emptied. At the same time the Boss's hand reached out and grabbed Pekka own hard dick and the young fellow shot his load into the air with a tremendous force... a force Pekka could never remember having witnessed before in his life. "I'm Kake," the boss said simply. "I surmised as much!" "You've heard of me?" "Only from those outside when I inquired after a job. Do I have the job with the circus?' The big man got up. "Come, we'll see if we can find a uniform to fit a big guy like you." "I'm sure I can fit into anything." Kake laughed. " Sensitivity and strength, a combination I surely treasure... suits a circus worker They walked slowly across the circus compound and Kake pointed out the various attractions to the eager eyes of Pekka. There was one of the attractions which captured the imagination almost beyond comprehension. It was an enormous baldheaded man, but more to the point, the giant of a man was lowering his trousers to produce one of the biggest cocks Pekka had ever seen. The strength of it could be felt without ever touching It. Kake was silent as he brought Pekka to a haft, and indicated that he should watch the giant, which is exactly what he did, and his eyes went wide as he watched the man attach a ring to his horizontal and rigid cock. A chain was attached to the ring and in turn the chain held a heavy weight. Pekka winced as he realized the pain the man must be getting from such a feat, but he also admired the man for the strength it must take to accomplish his deed. "Bend down to his cock," demanded Kake. Pekka was hesitant in his move, therefore Kake grabbed the back of his neck and forced his face and his mouth in very close to Mogi's dick; the head of it scarcely two inches away. Then it happened. The already giant muscle grew even larger, the weight straining it all the time, it shot directly into Pekka's mouth. He gulped and sputtered, but took all he could get, and gulped for more, while both men laughed at Pekka's surprise. "This is Mogi," said Kake. "He is the strongest cock-man in the world!" Pekka blinked. "Cock-man? A man's cock yes ... but a cock-man?" Kake grinned as he clamped his hand over Mogi's shoulder.

"Mogi, this here greenhorn doesn't understand what a cock-man is!" "Doesn' t he, now?" Kake reached over and patted Pekka on the crotch. "But he does have a great cock himself." "You been swinging on It Kake?" Mogi swung the weight back and forth a few times, all to Pekka's amazement and amusement. Kake nodded. "He's got some power between his legs." Pekka grinned as he watched the swinging weight on the stiff cock. "I'd say he's the one with all the power between his legs." "You better believe it. What's his name Kake?" "Pekka! "Pekka with the pekka, huh?" "Want him to show you?" "Right now Kake, I'll take your word for it. Got to get ready for the matinee." "Yeah, and I've got to get those other guys into uniform, or they'll still be laying on their dead asses when the performance starts. Come on Pekka. We've still got to get you fitted into a uniform." The tent they entered was a maze of uniforms, costumes and circus props, along with several cots where some of the men were lounging; all big, muscular men, some with no pants on and even the ones who were so clothed had tremendous jocks which were completely impossible to keep hidden from anyone looking in that direction. Pekka was looking in all their directions at the same time. "This here's Pekka," announced Kake. "You'll get to meet the boys later. Here's the uniform closet." Kake looked to one of the men who was slipping into his trousers. "Your pants are getting tight." "Fuck you!" Another man approached Pekka; a man wearing the tights of a trapeze artist. "So you're new here, hugh? Would you like to train with me? I can do tricks which will make your cock grow 5 Inches!" Pekka didn't know if he was being put on or not. "I'll pass on that one." "Maybe he doesn't need any stretching." "Help him take his pants down and we'll see." "Yeah! Can I help you get the pants down?" "Everybody around here wants to help me take my pants down." "We got to see if you measure up with the rest of us." Hands grabbed Pekka from all sides, pulling at his trousers, pulling them down. Pekka struggled vainly at the power of the men who were pawing at him; grabbing his cock through the trousers; kissing at his lips; fighting to take his tongue into their mouths; each man fighting to be first at his lips; first at feeling the bulge start rising in his pants, then finally, then the pants were down, it stuck out with all the firm, hard youthfulness Pekka had always possessed when he became rigid with sexual excitement. The men were eager in their demands and they were hurting him, but there was little he could do. Kake was of no help. He moved to some other recesses of the tent where he could no longer be seen. "Hey, look at the thing he's got."

"How's his ass Kake?" Kake's voice came from somewhere in the darkness. "Never one better!" "Who gets him first?" " I'm just about in him." " Save some for me." "You men are hurting me." "All the more fun, don't you think?" "Look at that ass." " Let me see." "Wait your turn." " Get him up!" " Like this?" "Hey! That's It, up on your toes, lay like a race horse." "What a pity he hasn't got a hole in his front as well." "It's as long as mine!" Pekka felt a sudden stabbing into him from the rear, but he couldn't turn to see who was fucking him because another of the big, rippling-muscled men was holding his disk in the front. But he was not so constricted that he couldn't see the man in the top hat and red coat as he came into the tent. It was the Ringmaster. He looked at the enormous cock sticking out in front of Pekka, and to the man who was fucking him from the rear. "If all you can do is hold onto his disk let me show you what I can do with it." He knelt down in front of Pekka and took the mammoth tool into his mouth. He began sucking on the tool with the vigor of a starving man. The fire began to surge up immediately In Pekka's sex region, both in the front and in the rear. He wasn't quite sure which of the places were the hottest. His ass burned from the giant violation he was receiving, and the hot tongue which raced over the head of his disk and down the length of the shaft seemed to be pulling everything out through the front which was going in from the rear. "Come on," shouted Kake. "We've got another kind of performance to attend to. Get it on and get it off." The Ringmaster only sucked harder, and the man in the rear pumped with the fury of a sex starved stud on an Insatiable mare ... and Pekka found at that moment he also thought he was insatiable. His rump beat a tattoo against the balls of the stud behind him, and this movement added to the bobbing of the Ringmaster's head. "Wow," screamed Pekka, still holding back the fire in his balls. "You do suck great cock!" "And so shall you, young Pekka," replied another fellow who seated himself in a big chair, as Pekka shot Into the Ringmaster's mouth. The man in the chair hardly waited for the Ringmaster to get all the juice before he pulled Pekka down to him and forced his cock into the young man's mouth.. Yet another man replaced the one at the rear. Pekka prayed that his ass would hold out. He liked a good fuck as well as any other man, and he liked sucking on cocks, especially ones as large as these men possessed, but he was getting tired.

He would have to rest sooner or later... but would they permit that? These men all seemed to have only one thing on their minds, and that was getting their Bongs off ... into him .. . one hole or the other. Pekka felt great about the one who was up his rear this time and he took his mouth away from the cock he was sucking long enough to cry out, " Get It In all the way! Push, damn you! Go on! You! ... PUSH!" His mouth was again wrapped securely around the cock in front of him. The man on the chair suddenly cried out as he shot his load deep into Pekka's throat, and Pekka gobbled all the harder to satisfy the man who then said " The boss is fantastic when it comes to searching out new talents." The man gasped again. "Hell, he's hardly been there for three minutes and ... Oh God I'm coming again." "So am I" screamed the man from the rear. "Wow, do you take on pupils?" He spread Pekka's ass cheeks again. "What a well pumped arse, damn it, Is it for real?" "You should know," replied Pekka wiping his lips on the back of his hand. "You've been In it long enough." The owner glared at his men as he returned to the tent, in time to hear this last. "We'd better patch that hole, otherwise his guts will flow out." Pekka frowned. Kake waved the remark aside with a quick movement of his hand. "Now enough playing around for today. Get into your uniforms quickly now, guys, in ten minutes well be letting the customers in!" "Anything for the customers," said the man in the chair as he got up and began to adjust his pants. "The time you should be ready and dressed is NOW!!!" Kake was serious in his demands for attention. "You're lusty ... shouldn't you save your energy for work? Into your uniforms! At once! NOW! " Thus in the various stages of undress the men snapped to attention ... one hand saluting while the free hand attempted to pull up their pants... all except the man next to Pekka ... he saluted allright, but his other hand wrapped firmly around Pekka's dick. It was all a very difficult situation, but when they made their way to the main arena the Ringmasters booming voice announced, "Here are the Flying Fuckers! Give them a hand, grease them well. Their lives depend on It." "What a lot of wax!" And the men on the ground looked to the heights of the tent where the aerialists were flying from trapeze to trapeze until in one swift dive the first man caught hold of his partner's prick with his lips and in this way they fly through the air with the greatest of ease; and at the finale, the two men swung through the air and the second man jammed his cock deep Into the ass of the first and there, free of all other holds, the men completed their act... "Ladies and Gentlemen! THE FLYING FUCKERS!" And that, my friends is CIRCUS