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"As you can see, good sirs, I hold in my hand a solid object," the magician held a 12 inch long, 3 inch wide dildo in front of him, showing it to the audience; one white-gloved hand was holding it steady at the base while the other stroked up and down the phallus, rubbing on an even coating of lube. The large dildo was a deep, dark purple sprinkled with silver glitter under a layer of clear latex. The glitter helped emphasize the thick bumps and ridges ringing the length of the fake prick.
As always, the magician's own swollen cock and balls swayed gently as he moved around the stage, his impressively proportioned genitals hanging free from the open crotch of his black, old-fashioned eveningwear.
"And yet, despite its size and substance, I shall now make it disappear with the help of my lovely assistant, Joy!" the magician exclaimed, gesturing at the blue-sequin-covered blond, who was leaning forward on the props-table, side-on to the audience. At the magician's announcement, the blue assistant began to sway his luscious, round, sequin-decorated – but otherwise naked – ass from side to side, casting lustful glances alternately at the dildo-bearing magician and in the direction of the audience.
The pink-sequined assistant, who had earlier handed the magician both the phallus and then a squirt of lube, now moved to stand behind Joy and pressed a pair of lube-coated fingers into Joy's asshole while Joy moaned his appreciation at the intimate probing.
"As you can see, gentlemen, Joy is both open and empty – although not for long!" the magician moved to stand behind Joy, forcing the other assistant to pull out and step away from his blue-covered counterpart.
With a gentle corkscrew motion, the magician slowly worked the large dildo into the blue assistant, whose moans of enjoyment were muffled, due to the fact that the pink assistant was standing in front of him, between the audience and the props-table, gently working his almost 7 inch cock in and out of Joy's slurping, sucking mouth.
The insertion of the dildo took several minutes, as the magician would sometimes pull the phallus out to apply more lube – and to tease both Joy and the audience.
Finally, the slow, gentle insertion was complete; every last inch of the dildo was firmly pushed into Joy's straining anus. The magician then had his other assistant help him rotate the table on which Joy was leaning, turning the blue-clad body so that the audience could clearly see that no part of the dildo was showing – even when the magician reached around and pulled both blue-sequined cheeks apart, showing the un-sequined swatch on the inside of the smooth mounds and the dilated, reddened hole between them.
"As you can see, good sirs, there is not so much as a trace of the object showing!" the magician exclaimed while his hands kneaded and caressed the widespread ass-cheeks and his tumescent erection moved up and down against Joy's smooth face. "And just to prove that the object has vanished altogether, my delightful assistant, Paris, will now reach a finger into Joy and attempt to find it!"
So saying, the magician and the pink-covered Paris rotated the table back to its original position, each man taking the opportunity to press an exposed, fully erect cock against one of Joy's splayed thighs, visibly rubbing up and down the shapely, sequin-covered legs.
Paris then moved to stand behind Joy and pushed his already lubed finger into the other assistant. As the pink-clad blond began moving his finger carefully in and out of Joy, the magician turned to the audience, his leaking erection bounding up and down in his obvious excitement. "I know what you're thinking, gentlemen – a finger is such a small thing, and easily folded in half! Well, I shall just have to have Paris probe him with something bigger and harder to bend!" as he spoke he moved behind Paris, placing his stiff tool against his butt-crack, which, like Joy, was one of the only places on Paris' naked body that was not covered in sequins.
As Paris pulled out his finger, the magician reached around to lube Paris' already glistening prick with the hand farthest from the audience, while he lubed his own cock with the closer hand. Then, as Paris prepared to enter his blue-covered counterpart, the magician lined up his wet cockhead with the pink-covered assistant's pucker.
The magician placed both hands on Paris' hips, steadying him and making sure that his, the magician's, penetration from behind didn't cause the pink assistant to enter the ass in front of him too quickly. The insertion of cock to ass was slow between the two assistants, with much moaning and wiggling from both men.
Unintentionally, the house speakers picked up not only the three men's moans and groans, but also Joy's individual voice as he muttered, "C'mon, bitch, give it to me! Fill that pussy! Oh, fuck! Dick me! Ohhhh!" However, no one felt like complaining or turning down the pick-up.
The energetic three-way coupling continued for several minutes – Paris alternately thrusting back against the magician's impressive 9+ inches and plunging his own almost 7 inch cock forward into the wet, welcoming, blue-clad ass; while each of the other two men pushed towards him when he moved in their direction.
Visibly gritting his teeth, the magician kept himself from cumming as Paris jerked back and forth more and more violently, nearing his climax. Finally the pink assistant gave a yell, almost of relief, as his balls began to unload. Sensing that the smaller man was cumming, the magician tightened his grip on Paris' hips and took a step back, causing the next few spurts of cum to shoot up in the air, painting the blue-covered butt with streaks of pearly white.
Allowing the spent Paris to crumple gently to the floor – the front of his torso flat on the stage, legs folded under his belly and his upraised ass aimed at the audience.
The magician then dramatically caused the large dildo to reappear – from Paris' well-opened sphincter.
The grand finale featured a levitating Paris' ass being fucked in tandem by the magician in front and Joy behind.
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Troy was almost vibrating with a mixture of anticipation and dread by the time Jackson pulled up the van at their destination. They had only had time for quick review of the routine Jackson planned to put on, and Troy wasn't sure he remembered all his cues.
He was also so turned on, he could hardly stand it – the memory of Jackson's promised reward kept playing in his mind, over and over again.
Turning off the engine, Jackson turned toward him with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, Troy, you'll be fine. It'll all be over by lunchtime." The smile then got a little wider as he took in the sight of the pants Troy had borrowed from Mickey, which were made from a tight, elastic material and were currently showing a prominent tent.
"You know if you go out like that you'll scare the kids, right?" he said, reaching out a hand to rub Tory's crotch for emphasis. "We'd better make that swelling go down." So saying, he pulled Troy into the back of the van, pushing the smaller blond against one of the van's walls with one hand while the other pulled down the elastic waistband so that Troy's shaved cock and balls popped out. Dropping to his knees, Jackson looked up at Troy, a seductively naughty look on his goateed face, "Mickey gets pre-show nerves sometimes, too. Don't worry – I've got a sure-fire remedy."
Jackson then bent his head down and proceeded to suck down Troy's entire hard, 7 inch length in one quick, continuous gulp.
Troy threw his head back, the pleasure swamping his senses completely overwhelming the minor pain of knocking the back of his head into the van's side. Both hands grabbed Jackson's curly, dark hair – more for balance than to try and control the blow-job he was receiving, since Jackson was a great deal stronger than he was.
Jackson also kept a firm grip on Troy's thighs as he swallowed the slippery, swollen cock to the root before slowly moving back up until just the glans were hidden by his hot, sucking lips. Swirling his tongue around the head, he lapped up Troy's copious pre-cum before moving once more to press his goatee against the blond's smooth, tightening balls; his throat muscles milking the hard, swollen dick as he moved his mouth back and forth.
Troy's climax wasn't long in coming – six hard blasts shooting out of his throbbing cock and into Jackson's sloppy, gulping mouth.
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"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Jackson asked, smiling down at his new assistant as they both carried the table back to the van.
Troy smiled back. He hadn't done so badly, after all; the few times he had fumbled, Jackson had been there to make it seem like part of the show.
Helping Jackson re-load the rest of the equipment back into the van, Troy took a moment to look back at the party guests. While he and Jackson had been entertaining at the children's party out on the lawn, there had been another party for their adult relatives going on under an open-sided tent a short distance away.
More than once during the show, Troy had caught sight of a man from the adult party staring at him – not that there hadn't been parents coming and going from the tent to the lawn and back again, but something about the way the guy had looked at him had felt more like being checked out at a club or a bar than interest in a magic show.
Looking towards the tent, Troy caught a brief view of the man again; about 5'8", balding, with dark colored eyes – Troy couldn't tell their shade at this distance. He wasn't looking in Troy's direction at the moment, and a second later the guy moved away, so Troy couldn't quite decide if he'd ever seen him before – he'd let so many tricks pick him up over the past two years, anything was possible.
Dismissing the stranger from his mind, Troy turned back to Jackson just in time to see the taller man pack up the last of the gear into place and strap it down securely in the van. Troy almost shouted with glee as Jackson reached out to pull Troy into the back of the van, obviously as eager to make good on his promise of post-show sex as Troy was.
They didn't worry about being seen from the outside, and not only because they were so focused on each other – there was a curtain between the front seat, with its wide windshield and windows, and the back compartment; and the rear doors and windows were covered with dusty, semi-transparent decals advertising "The Amazing Jackoni", which only let in a limited amount of light – a person would have to actually lean right up against a window in order to see into the van.
As always, Troy felt his heart beat faster as Jackson pressed up against him. The way he loomed over Troy, the strength of Jackson's muscular arms and that wonderfully hard cock poking him in the stomach were all having their usual effect of driving Troy wild with desire.
Troy wasted no time undoing Jackson's fly as Jackson reached into the back of his pants to cup and grope Troy's butt. There wasn't enough room in the van to get each-other totally naked, but they managed to pull off their shirts and push Troy's tight pants down his thighs before collapsing on the narrow floor space, between the boxes of equipment.
