 Magic Man Ch 3


Over the next few years I continued perfecting my magic shows and thankfully continued my conquests of little neighborhood girls. 
My frequent trips to the magic shop apparently caught the eye of a gentleman whose name I shall have to alter as he is still too 
well known.  I'll call him Sir and leave it at that.


"Young man," as he first addressed me,  "I have noticed that you spend a good bit of money here.  Do you perform?"  


"Yes, sir.  I do birthday parties and bar mitzvah's mostly.  A couple of times I've done shows for schools and church groups."


"I'd like to see one of your shows..." and so it started.  He and I began a conversation about my magic, my shows, and wound up 
having a sandwich together at D Angelo's on Court Street.  My head was swimming at being with Sir.  I had figured out who 
he was when the clerk at the magic shop caught my eye and surreptitiously pointed frantically to a wall poster.  I was with the 
premier magician of the day.  The only thing that seemed unusual to me was that he kept touching me, my hands, my face, my knee 
as we sat side by side in the busy restaurant.  We held hands as we crossed Boylston Street.


He asked me if I would do a private show for him and of course I agreed.  "You must put on a half hour with your smallest tricks," 
he requested. "Rings, cylinder, scarves... your small items.  Do a show in my hotel room.  You've been to the Doubletree?"  Of course, 
I hadn't.  "Afterwards we can walk through Boston Common together."  At seven that evening I was in his room - hardly a room at all,
 more of an apartment, huge salon with a grand piano, bar, sunken seating with a view of Boston's skyline.  Bedrooms off to either 
side, a small kitchen which was probably never used.  Sir greeted me wearing a brocade silk robe tied at the waist.


The summer sun was setting as I completed my act.  Sir arose applauding and walked to me, taking me in his arms, praising me.  He 
held me against him.  Only then did I realize he had an erection.  He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes.  "That was excellent, 
son."  He kissed me, a soft sensual kiss.  It felt good.  I had never been kissed quite so peacefully before.  He broke the kiss and 
again stared into me as if seeing through me.  I was mesmerized. "You wish to be mine, boy?  You wish to learn all there is to know 
about magic?"  I nodded, not understanding what he had said, not knowing what `be mine' meant, but I knew I wanted to be with Sir, 
to learn from him, to become a real magician.


He kissed me again, his mouth on mine, his tongue gently feeling its way into my mouth.  Our tongues touched and I felt a shockwave 
surge through me.  I realized his hands were low on my back, that my body was melting into him.  I had never felt like this before, I 
had never been kissed like this before, yet I was yielding to a man, not a young girl.  I was not a girl, I was a young man.  Why was 
I feeling this way with a man?  I don't know if he lifted me or if I floated, which I am sure he could have done, but I found myself 
being moved to his bedroom, my clothes falling off me, my tuxedo coat, my frilly dress shirt, my pants with the silly stripe down the 
legs that were still a bit too big for me.  I was naked in his bed, his silk robe on the floor, my dick, now hard and willing, being 
touched by a man, a gentle touch, a loving touch.  Then it was in his mouth, in Sir's mouth, and it felt so right, it felt so good.  I 
came, I came so quickly, it overtook me in moments, so quickly that I had no time to think, no time to react, at no time did I ever 
want it to stop.  I wanted to be with this man forever and to feel what I had just felt.  It was then that I realized his fingers were 
inside me, massaging inside my anus, fingers shoved deeply in me and they hurt.


I came back to earth and squirmed.  He withdrew the probing fingers and looked up at me, a smile on his lined face.  He lay beside me, 
holding me.  I came to my senses and realized that Sir had just sucked me off, that my cum must be in his mouth.  I turned my head as he 
tried to kiss me, not wanting to taste my own cum.  He pulled my face to him and kissed me roughly, depositing the slick liquid in my mouth.


"You will never say no to me, boy.  I am Sir."


"Yes, sir, Sir."  He was in control.  I had no power.  He had it all. 

 
For the next year, I was his student, his lackey, his bed partner.  Legally I became his ward and he did to me, with me, and for me as he 
saw fit to do.  We travelled, we performed, frequently with me dressed as a girl, which I did not like.  I learned my magic, I became good 
at it to the point of him allowing me to be on stage with him, not just as an assistant but to perform with him.  But soon he tired of me.  
I was to be 17 in a few months and was too old for him now.  He wanted a younger boy.  He made introductions and shortly after my birthday, 
which we celebrated in Paris, I joined the cast at the Magic Palace.  It was there that I met Gloria.


Having exclusively been with a man for a year I was anxious to be with a girl again.  Gloria was not a girl but a real woman.  Blond hair 
reaching halfway down her back, blue eyes that held your gaze.  At 23, she was the most accomplished magician of her gender, performing the 
final act at the Palace on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.  A tall woman, Gloria stood six feet and had an athlete's body.  Her tricks were 
magnificent, her speed unbelievable, and her routine challenging and difficult.  Her costumes were dazzling, scarcely enough to them to 
conceal anything other than her skin which she showed off beautifully.  High, firm breasts covered by a metal brassier, bright red thong over 
pale blue body suit,  skin tight boot with 5 inch heels that made her soar over everyone.   


It was after my second week performing at the Palace that she spoke with me.  I had taken the slot just before her's - a set up to make her 
show seem even better than it was.  I had stood in the wings watching her act.  When she finished - and had taken her third standing ovation - 
she walked up to me, took my hand and lead me to her dressing room.  In the tiny space she pushed me against a wall, towering above me and 
demanded, "Did you see that fuck up?  Did you see how I screwed the pooch on that one? Were you watching me?  What happened, did you see it?"  
I had seen not one flaw in her act, I had been thrilled to be so close, to see her act from the side, I had been hoping to catch one single 
trick secret and had seen nothing but incredible magic.


"Fuck up?  I saw nothing but a fabulous magician.  I love your act, I would give anyth..." Her mouth was on mine, her bright red lips crushed 
into me, her tongue probed inside my mouth, her hand reached my crotch and groped my balls practically lifting me off the floor.  


"You will fuck me now."  She flung her bronze bra to the floor and stepped out of the panties and yanked off her body suit.  Before me stood 
a naked Amazon demanding my cock and sperm.  I had no thought of an erection, I was scared of her.  That changed as she went to her knees and 
took my boyish cock in her mouth and sucked, no kissing it, no loving it, she demanded it.  Her long fingers with their bright red nails pushed 
against my chest, holding me to the wall as she devoured my dick.  Her sucking brought it to life, it grew as it had never grown before.  I was 
with a woman, not a man, not a girl, I was with a woman that knew what she wanted  and was going to have it.  My knees buckled slightly and we 
sank to the floor.  She was ripping my clothes off, forcing me to be naked.  She stopped, looked into my eyes with those deep hauntingly blue 
eyes of hers and spoke.  "You can take me, boy.  You can have what every man who has ever seen me has wanted.  You will be the third man I have 
ever fucked."


I took the cue.  I pulled her face to mine and pressed my lips to hers.  I realized what she had said.  I had not chased her, I had let her 
choose me.  Now I had her.  Gloria, the most beautiful woman in magic, the most accomplished professional in the industry.  The secret to having 
her was to not want her, to not let her know you admired anything but her art.  Her body was incredible.  Taut, glistening from the heat of the 
lights on stage, her breasts round, firm, designer breasts done by an artist.  Her waist tapered to no more than 28 inches despite her physical 
size, flaring out to full hips that seemed to welcome me as I mounted her.  Her shaved cunt was tight, as tight as any little girl I had been with, 
her lack of experience had left her almost virginal in her sheath.  It gripped me, held me, urged me forward as I entered her.  Wet, slick, 
willing, she shoved against me.  Her strength and size could have given her control yet she submitted like a child, a tear escaping her eye.


"Please fuck me," she said softly.  "I need it so bad."  


I moved into her apartment the next week and became her permanent boyfriend.  She was absolutely amazing.  Here I was, a skinny kid from Massachusetts, 
living in a luxury apartment in Los Angeles with a girl six years older than me, one who towered over me by 8 inches when she wore her heels - which she did 90% of
 the time, whom every man who saw her wanted to fuck... and she was mine.   It took me six months to tire of her.  There were too many demands for my 
time for me to be with only one woman, no matter who she was or how she looked.  



End of Ch 3.  In Ch 4, I move on, back to impressionable young girls again.
i apologize for perhaps taking this tale in a different direction, but you wanted to know the real story, didn't you?

