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So my feet somehow found this way to the vacant lot a drab yellow-grey expanse of dead grass and dirt where I now stood and in addition to its earthy smells was a tinny howling half man half b**st half digitized circus barker beckoning me forward. I cupped my hand to my jeans and gave my cock a wakening tug and told myself "gird yer loins boy who knows if what enters will ever leave?" No attendant in sight I swung through the turnstile the squeak of its rusty metal announcing my entrance and with a hearty hop made my way into the bigtop tent.
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In the paper the pale faced clown was innocent enough his painted smile and red bulb nose of delightful abandon and if I wasn't more aware that I was flipping through a porn rag I would have dismissed it for just another party superstore balloon joint. But I'd always liked clowns in a cynical sort of way and my dick was half hard already what with the previous page being a close up of a veiny rubbery naturally glistening oily cock the dark fleshy color of raw beef flank rising like a tower in the wilderness from a tangled forest of man bush. That and the glass of wine which is ever the salubrious companion into uncharted territory.
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