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Joining Swanee's Sex Circus

5:52 am Tuesday, 21st July, 2020

It's a bit of a cliché, but I did it... I ran away and joined the circus.  Swanee's Sex Circus to be exact.  Even as a small boy I enjoyed performing and had developed an act of juggling, magic and comedy.  So, I jumped when I got the chance to be part of a real show.

And what a crazy, fun, erotic show it was. I provided filler acts between major scenes of burlesque, strip tease, and acts of various live sex. (The pay was crap so I kept a day job to pay the rent)  Our regular show was about 2 hours in length and was performed 3 or 4 nights a month at private clubs. Although we had a 'home theater', we often drove up to 5 hours to do a pair of weekend shows.

I was never the act that people came to see, but I enjoyed every minute I was on stage or doing backstage work for the other acts. The main performance was a married couple that went to the extreme with exhibitionism. They would appear on stage four times during a show and hold nothing back... performing scenes of BDSM, bondage, toys and fetishes... mostly done with humor. These sets included plenty of oral sex and a full range of sex positions... with audience interaction and thumping rock music.

There are plenty of stories to tell, but I'll start with one my first memories... and a favorite.

I was known as The Naked Juggler in one of my sets... which included a few jokes while I carried three juggling balls around the stage... making sure that everyone knew that I was the Naked Juggler even though I was fully clothed.  I eventually asked for a volunteer and would get a woman on stage with me. Often, this ended up being another performer who knew the routine and would help me wind up the audience. I would explain to the audience that I was going to juggle and the volunteer would take off clothes in response to the audience's applause. The more applause, the more clothes come off.
When the audience reacted, I gave a shocked expression and asked, "You didn't think *I* was going to be naked, did you?". I would then pass out business cards and offer private shows to those who (I pretended) wanted to see me naked.  Then I would juggle and encourage applause. Sometimes, there might be some flirty stripping, but most real volunteers would generally be scrambling to get off stage. By then, my time slot was usually gone, so I'd scramble off, too.

One night just a few weeks after I started with the circus, a group of 6 or 7 young women were in the audience... laughing and having a blast. I'm pretty sure alcohol was involved in their fun. At the end of the night, three of them came up to me, showed me the Naked Juggle business card and asked for a private show. I didn't really *have* a private show, but was happy to wing it.

The four of us went into a side room and I began juggling, while joking and starting a strip tease. One of the three women quickly came up to me, got on her knees and said, "Keep juggling".  She undid my belt, unzipped and pulled my pants down while I desperately tried to keep the three balls in the air.  She got her hands on my cock and pulled it out to the cheers of the other two. She kissed, stroked and licked me until I was fully erect... then wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and gave my knob a sloppy slurping.  Finally, I dropped one of the balls onto her head, a reaction to her squeezing my other two balls.

Laughter roared from all of us and woman number 2 approached, picked up the dropped ball and handed it to me. "Juggle some more", she giggled as she exchanged places with the first woman. I started juggling, but had to stop as I looked down to watch her suck my cock... in and out... stroking me. There was no way I could concentrate on anything else.

She stayed at me for only a minute before getting up and offering me up for the third woman, who held up her hands and laughed a refusal. The three of them then gathered together and began singing something about "double dog dare ya". They laughed all the way out the door leaving me with pants half down.  Smiling.

That experience confirmed that I had the right job, but I was never asked for another post-show performance after that night.  But I did buy lots more business cards the next day.



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