Mark and his wife Kim were excited to attend the circus that night. The big tent was filled with a buzz of excitement and anticipation as the crowd waited for the show to begin. As the lights dimmed, the ringmaster took to the stage, his booming voice welcoming everyone to the greatest show on earth.
The acts that followed were spectacular, but it was the clowns that really stole the show. There were seven of them in total, each with their own unique persona and comedic style. But one clown, in particular, caught Kim's eye. His name was Bobo, and he was a muscle clown. He was built like a Greek god, with bulging biceps and a chiseled chest that glistened with sweat under the bright lights.
"Wow, look at that clown," Kim said, nudging Mark in the ribs. "He's hot."
Mark glanced over at Bobo, who was busy making faces at a group of people in the front row. He had to admit, the clown was in great shape, but he didn't see what the big deal was.
"He's just doing his job," Mark said, turning back to the ring. "He'll go away after the show."
But Bobo didn't go away. In fact, he seemed to be fixated on Mark and Kim. Every time he passed by their seats, he would wink and blow a kiss in their direction. Kim loved the attention, giggling and blushing every time Bobo looked her way.
Eventually, Mark excused himself to go to the restroom. As he made his way through the crowded tent, he couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed at Bobo's behavior. He was just a clown, after all. Surely Kim couldn't be serious about him.
When Mark entered the restroom, he was relieved to find it empty. He took care of his business and was about to leave when he heard the door open behind him. He turned to see Bobo walking towards him, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Hey there, big guy," Bobo said, his voice low and sultry. "I couldn't help but notice you checking me out in the ring."
Mark felt his face grow hot. He hadn't been checking Bobo out, at least not in the way that Bobo was implying. But now that the clown was standing so close to him, he couldn't deny that there was something about him that was...appealing.
"I wasn't checking you out," Mark said, trying to sound firm but failing miserably. "I was just...watching the show."
Bobo chuckled and took a step closer to Mark. "Oh, I think you were checking me out. And I think you liked what you saw."
Mark's heart was pounding in his chest. He knew he should push Bobo away, tell him to leave him alone. But there was something about the clown's confident, playful demeanor that was hard to resist.
Without thinking, Mark found himself reaching out and touching Bobo's muscular arm. The clown's skin was hot and slick with sweat, and Mark felt a jolt of electricity run through his body.
Bobo grinned and took another step closer to Mark. "I knew it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I knew you couldn't resist me."
Mark knew he should pull away, but he couldn't. He was trapped in Bobo's gaze, unable to look away from the clown's piercing blue eyes. He felt his resolve melting away, replaced by a desire that he couldn't ignore.
Before he knew what was happening, Bobo's lips were on his, hot and insistent. Mark moaned softly, his hands reaching up to tangle in the clown's bright red wig.
The kiss was passionate and all-consuming, a burst of pleasure that Mark had never experienced before. He felt like he was floating, like nothing else mattered but the feel of Bobo's lips on his.
When they finally broke apart, Mark was breathless. He looked into Bobo's eyes and saw a hunger that mirrored his own.
"I want you," Bobo said, his voice low and husky. "I want you right here, right now."
Mark knew he should say no, that this was crazy and reckless. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted Bobo just as much as the clown wanted him.
Without a word, Mark led Bobo to one of the stalls and locked the door behind them. They stumbled towards the toilet, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Mark reached down and unbuttoned Bobo's pants, his hands trembling with excitement.
Bobo broke the kiss long enough to pull off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Mark couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the sight of the clown's perfect body.
They stumbled towards the sink, their bodies pressed together. Mark reached down and wrapped his hand around Bobo's rock-hard cock, stroking it slowly as the clown moaned with pleasure.
Bobo reached down and did the same to Mark, his grip firm and confident. Mark felt himself growing harder with each stroke, his body trembling with desire.
They broke apart long enough to strip off the rest of their clothes, their bodies glistening with sweat. Mark couldn't believe what was happening, but he didn't want it to stop.
Bobo lifted Mark up and sat him on the edge of the sink, his legs spread wide. The clown knelt down between Mark's legs, his tongue flicking out to tease his swollen cock.
Mark moaned with pleasure, his hands reaching down to tangle in Bobo's hair. The clown took him deep into his mouth, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony.
Mark felt himself on the brink of orgasm, his body tensing with pleasure. But before he could finish, Bobo pulled away, a wicked grin on his face.
"Not yet," Bobo said, his voice low and seductive. "I want to make this last."
Mark nodded, his body trembling with desire. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, but he didn't want this moment to end.
Bobo stood up and pressed his body against Mark's, their cocks rubbing together. Mark could feel the heat radiating off the clown's body, could feel the tension building between them.
Bobo reached down and grabbed both of their cocks, stroking them together in a slow, steady rhythm. Mark moaned with pleasure, his body trembling with each stroke.
He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body tensing with pleasure. Bobo sensed it too, his grip tightening as he stroked them faster and faster.
Mark felt himself falling over the edge, his orgasm ripping through his body like a tidal wave. He cried out with pleasure, his body shaking as he came hard.
Bobo followed soon after, his own orgasm crashing through him like a thunderstorm. They clung to each other, their bodies spent and sated.
Mark knew this was crazy, that they could never be together in the real world. But in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the feel of Bobo's body against his, the memory of their passionate lovemaking.
When it was over, they cleaned themselves up and got dressed in silence. Mark knew he should feel guilty, but he didn't. All he felt was a sense of peace, a feeling of contentment that he hadn't felt in a long time.
As they left the restroom, Mark glanced over at Kim. She was still watching the show, completely unaware of what had just happened.
Mark knew he would never tell her, that this was a secret he would take to his grave. But he didn't care. He had experienced something magical, something he would never forget.
As they left the circus and stepped out into the cool night air, Mark glanced over at Bobo. The clown winked and blew him a kiss, a reminder of the passion they had shared.
Mark smiled and walked away, his heart filled with a sense of wonder and possibility. He knew he would never see Bobo again, but that was okay. He had his memories, and that was enough.
