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This is the entirety of “The Circus Strongman“. To download it as an ebook, see here.

Randy Hollingsworth was billed as “The Littlest Dandy” in the Warren Heights Traveling Carnival, so everyone there called him Dandy. He was just above two feet tall, making him — so some doctor said — the shortest man in the state (the state at that time being California, where Dandy grew up).
He was the barker for the carnival, gathering folks in with his loud mouth and smooth laugh, controlling crowds and lubricating the transitions between attractions. He long ago learned he had the outsized gift of attracting attention and making men laugh, and his flamboyant personality didn’t draw hostility because it came across as a harmless byproduct of his small size. He could lilt and prance like a showpony without threatening anyone’s sense of propriety.
It was approaching the end of the summer of 1928 when Dandy and the Warren Heights Traveling Carnival approached Chicago. Dandy spent the day passing out fliers and answering questions about the carnival and his height, and by the time he got back to his own tent, he was too tired to do anything more than sit back and rest. His little legs ached, his knees throbbing, his throat graveled like an untended road.
“Hey, Dandy!” boomed a bone-shakingly deep voice from outside the tent.
Dandy jumped to his feet, so startled he yelped. He had just been drifting off to sleep.

Grumbling his way to the tent flap, he rehearsed telling Pavel no if he was here to ask for another favor. There was no mistaking the voice, it was Pavel.
Pavel was a carnie like Dandy. He was the strongman, and he too was one of the most extreme men in the country — he was both tallest and biggest. Pavel was a Polish-American boy of nearly twenty years old, already seven feet tall and still growing. He had a farmwork-toned body that he kept building as they traveled, practicing athletics and lifting sacs of potatoes every time the carnival stopped moving for a few hours. He was a boisterous, adventurous man, domineering and brash, macho and more than a bit intimidating when he wanted to be. He was billed as The Powerfull Pollack of Pennsylvania.

At the flap to Dandy’s tent, Pavel’s thick mustache twitched as he made eye contact with Dandy. He smiled broadly. One of his hands nervously clutched his muscular chest, which he had shaved smooth for today’s show. It glistened white as marble.
“What do you want, Pavel?” Dandy asked. He stood in the entrance to his tent as though he might be able to exclude Pavel from entering. He had to look practically straight up in order to see Pavel, who towered above him. His chest muscles seemed impossibly thick from this angle.
“You’s had bettuh take a nice tone wit’ me, Dandy Littlepants, I’m boutto give you’s a present you’ll enjoy.” Pavel had a deep voice like a bronze bell. It was tinged with both the stawk and holler of his Pittsburgh home, as well as traces of the Polish-American accent of his family. “You’s gonna jump like a junebug, boy!”
“Oh, a present? What is it? Do I have to go somewhere?” Dandy asked. He was much too tired to walk even to the other side of the carnival’s encampment with Pavel, who had such long legs that Dandy had to sprint to keep up with him. To Pavel, that was hilarious. Dandy took a dim view of it.
“No, we’re doing it right here,” Pavel said. “I… I know you is not a believer in the Christian Lord our God. But-“
“I really don’t feel like having a theological discussion, Pavel,” he said, but Pavel wasn’t listening. Dandy had to talk very loud for Pavel to hear him. Most of the carnival was Christian like Pavel, and Dandy’s non-churchgoing attitude did not always sit pretty with the others.
Pavel pushed right in to the tent, oblivious to the fact that Dandy hadn’t invited him in. Dandy sighed. Large men tended to blunder past him like that. Pavel sat in the only chair in the tent, which was too small for him, so he had to wedge his ass into the seat. Dandy stood in front of him with a hand on his petite hips.
“I went to the church in town, yes I did. And I wents muhself to confession, Dandy. You know what that is?”
“Yes, Pavel, I know what confession is,” Dandy said with another sigh. As usual, Pavel was oblivious to his social cues. Dandy tried to sigh when he thought he had Pavel’s attention, but he was thundering right ahead with whatever this was.
“I… confessed some sins… sins of a sexu’l nature, Dandy. That woman back in Missurrah? Remembuh? Well… The priest said to say the hail mary nine times and, uh… the point is he told me to do a few things. One of them was to make a moral invent’ry of muh life, to see what muh sins is and how they have done affected the victims of muh deviance.”
“Deviance? Pavel… are you talking about the women? God’s not going to throw you in hell for-“
“You don’t even believe in God, little man,” he said with a wag of his fingers. “And I’s wearried about it. I needta make muhself feel what them wimmin feel when I plunders ’em. I know… that’s ya speciality. And you’s a li’l guy, it couldn’t hurt that bad wit’choo. I’m hoping I’ll learn-“
“What?! I… You want me to cornhole you?” Dandy opened his eyes wide. Dandy enjoyed touching and laying with men more than he enjoyed sleeping with women.
But he didn’t think Pavel was the same way.
Pavel paused and gulped, the sound of which was impossibly loud to Dandy, it sort of echoed and thrummed out through Pavel’s broad chest. Pavel nodded. His hand clutched his smooth white pectoral muscle, which twitched; its gigantic size attracted Dandy’s attention as it rippled. Pavel scratched at his bare chest, making all of his chest, stomach, side, shoulder and arm muscles tense and flex in turn.
“You make it sound stupid.”
“If that was a part of Catholicism, which it isn’t, it would be stupid. Your priest told you to do this? Are you sure he wasn’t trying to cornhole you? Cuz they do that. You can’t trust priests.”
“Not in so many words, he ain’t say that exactly. He said I needta confront what the victims of muh sin ‘xperienced. This is what I came up with,” he said. His squarish face aimed at the floor of Dandy’s tent.
“There’s a big difference between a woman-” Dandy stopped himself. “Why am I talking you outta this? It’s idiotic, but you’re an idiot, so that checks out.”
“Get bigger, shitwit,” he said with a shy grin.
“Bend over and grab ya ankles,” Dandy said with a laugh. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. Pavel sighed as though a part of him had hoped Dandy would say no (but what kind of dandy would say no?).
Of course, Dandy realized as Pavel took off his pants that their size difference was going to make for some awkward positioning. Dandy couldn’t even reach Pavel’s ass without standing on a chest.
Pavel sighed, his chest rattling. It seemed that he was having second thoughts. He hesitated before removing the tan singlet he wore for performances.
“You really wanna do this? I won’t… tell God if you back out,” Dandy said. He couldn’t help but laugh. He had always thought religion was silly — would an omnipresent God make a midget like Dandy? Someone whose body was never meant to be this size? He could feel God’s nonexistence every day in his weak knees and his pained spine, in the doctors who stayed surprised that Dandy was still alive.
Pavel shot him a heated look. “You don’t gotta laugh at me. I believe in God-“
“I know, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Then quit laughing at me ’bout it,” he said. He flared his nostrils. He dropped his underwear, and his massive, uncut cock flopped out. That was why he needed forgiveness — his big dick and bulging muscles attracted women, many of whom were married. Some of them even paid him. That was a basketfull of sins. He rolled his eyes. “Okay… How do you do this?”
Dandy was still trying to figure out the mechanics of it himself. Instinct would take over, he thought. He motioned for Pavel to sit down on the ground, which he did. He plopped his heavy ass on the floor of Dandy’s tent.
But even sitting on his ass, Pavel towered over Dandy, who climbed up to stand on his thighs. That let Dandy grope Pavel’s chest and inhale of the masculine musk he exuded.
The thick muscle of his hairy legs was like a rock beneath his feet. His pecs and their hard nipples were right there in front of Dandy’s face. The left breast was tattooed with the red and white flag of Pavel’s native Poland. Dandy kissed each pec in turn, his petite fingers massaging the powerful muscles of Pavel’s chest and shoulders.
Pavel giggled like a schoolboy, his booming laughter audible through his chest. It rattled around in Dandy’s tiny skull. He felt awkward, but the more Dandy groped those gigantic slabs of Polish muscle, the more aroused he was. He dropped his own shorts and let his rapidly hardening dick swing free.
Then he jumped up to Pavel’s neck. Pavel oomphed as Dandy gripped his neck and lifted himself up. He didn’t mean to choke Pavel — he just wanted to kiss him on the lips — but that was exactly what happened.
Pavel sputtered and dropped Dandy onto the ground. He shook his head. “What the hell-?”
“Sorry, I was trying to kiss you! Come down here,” Dandy said.
Pavel shook his head but did so. He lowered his neck, then had to get down on his belly on the ground. Only then could he get his head low enough to easily kiss Dandy on the lips. He puckered like he was sucking on a lemon as he did.
After all the fuss, the kiss was crude and passionless, anticlimactic. Once again, however, what Dandy missed in enthusiasm was more than made up for by the thrill of touching the man’s huge muscles. Dandy stroked his broad shoulders, each blade of which was as big as Dandy’s entire chest. He plunged his tongue into Pavel’s mouth. Pavel was still, his tongue laying limp like a dead fish at first, but after a few moments, it moved around some. Their tongues interlocked as Pavel’s bristly mustache — which seemed impossibly huge, thicker than Dandy’s own forearm even though it never looked that big from a distance — scratched at Dandy’s face.
The muscular lines on Pavel’s back beckoned. Dandy had always loved staring at Pavel’s back muscles; he didn’t know why, but something was appealing about those perfectly smooth, looping curves. He kissed Pavel’s smooth chin, then around to the back of his neck. He lowered his head, kissing the dimpled skin atop his spine, as Dandy’s fingers gripped his flesh.
Pavel lowered himself until he lay flat on his belly on the ground of Dandy’s tent. Outside Mariella — the bearded lady — cleared her throat as she began warming up her voice. She practiced singing every night, still hoping a professional opera company would look past her beard and hire her. It made Dandy giggle, because her fancy opera was going to be a strange score for his and Pavel’s fumbling.
Dandy’s mouth reached the small of Pavel’s back. Dandy stopped there for a moment and kneaded the copious flesh of Pavel’s plump asscheeks. Then Dandy dived between them.
Pavel gasped — it sounded like he had no idea this was coming. He likely had never got or even asked a woman to lick his ass, so he might have been unaware it was possible.
Dandy’s head disappeared between those massive cheeks, hairy and musty and dripping with sweat from the day’s workout. Dandy licked up every drop as his tongue explored the nooks and crannies of Pavel’s ass. The taste was sour and sweet, with a flavor that Dandy could only describe as pure, unadulterated manhood.
Then his tongue entered the grimy rim, and an explosion of masculine flavor overwhelmed Dandy. He moaned with desire, which made Pavel laugh and arch his back. Pavel’s cheeks separated and his hole loosened to allow Dandy’s tongue better entrance.
This was one area where Dandy didn’t feel his size made a difference. Pavel’s asshole was as tight as a small man’s, and Dandy’s tongue struggled to push inside just the same as it did with any other person’s. For a moment, Dandy could nearly forget his stature.
It felt so intensely pleasurable to Pavel that he sucked in his breath and held it as he lifted his ass, making Dandy’s tiny body chase it. He groaned and grunted as he submitted to Dandy’s tongue-bath. He even bit his lip as intense sensations roiled his muscles. It wasn’t very long before his ass was too high for Dandy to lick it.
That was okay with him. He was ready to move on. As Pavel lifted his ass up, his heavy cock and balls dangled. Dandy scooted beneath him, his tongue tracing a trail from his ass to those hairy ballsacks.
He tried to get the entire hairy sac and both balls in his mouth, but Pavel was too big. One ball took up all of Dandy’s mouth, and the folds of hairy, sweat-dripping flesh enveloped Dandy’s face. He didn’t mind; it felt like Pavel’s body was all-encompassing, his heavy-hanging sac spreading to every aspect of Dandy’s perception. His little tongue snaked out and caressed the sensitive flesh of Pavel’s scrotum.
Pavel yelped and squirmed. “Oh God!” he cried out. His dick was rock-hard now, and Dandy wanted nothing more than to suck him dry. He could feel all the tasty cum brewing up in those balls, which pulsated in and on his mouth.
But Dandy knew he wouldn’t have many opportunities to do more than that. There were a lot of muscular guys who would let a dandy jerk them off. There weren’t many who would let Dandy be on top.
So Dandy just licked up the veiny shaft of Pavel’s dick, then continued licking the best he could up Pavel’s chest. Pavel was on all fours, with Dandy standing beneath his chest and the floor, as though Pavel’s body was Dandy’s new tent-within-a-tent.
He crawled up to the chair that Pavel had sat in. With Pavel on all fours, his head was right around the chair’s height. That meant he could swallow Dandy’s dick while Dandy sat on the edge of the seat.
People were often impressed by Dandy’s dick size, he showed it off to strangers sometimes who insinuated he couldn’t measure up to taller men’s manhood. It was big, at more than six inches, but Dandy knew that wasn’t really remarkably big — it seemed that way because Dandy was so short. His dick was nearly a quarter of his body’s height, and it stretched to his knees.
Pavel was clearly surprised by its heft now that it was in front of his face. He screwed up his eyes, looked away and opened his mouth. Dandy was already rock-hard when he pushed his dick down Pavel’s throat.
Dandy moaned. Most men had trouble deep-throating his dick, but Pavel was so big that his throat was vast. He swallowed the whole thing easily even as his body gagged and rejected it. It slid down his throat until his nose was buried in Dandy’s crotch hair. Pavel’s muscles all flexed at once, undulating with each sputtering choke.
The sensation for Dandy was incredible, like his dick was massaged by all of those strapping muscles, which writhed before his eyes. He gripped Pavel’s shoulders, then grabbed his thick mop of black hair. Using his tiny fingers and delicate hands, Dandy guided Pavel up and down on his dick.
The sound of Pavel’s moist sputtering filled the tent, and the smell of prejazz followed it. Dandy wondered if Mariella — whose clumsy Italian phrasing emanated from outside — could smell it. Probably not, he thought, as she bathed in perfume every day. Dandy leaned his head back and groaned as pleasure wrapped over his body.
His hands seemed impossibly tiny next to Pavel’s head, which he gripped and led up and down on his shaft. Spit dripped down to his root. Every few seconds, Pavel gagged when Dandy’s cock hit the back of his throat. His petite fingers gripped Pavel’s massive cheeks to hold him in place. Dandy was used to being short, so it wasn’t often that he was bothered by these disparities in size anymore, but Pavel was so massively huge that Dandy couldn’t help but feel conscious of it. He loved the feeling of power he got, however, from his weak little arms pushing Pavel’s massive Pollack head up and down.
Pavel licked Dandy’s cockshaft, his giant head moving along with his tongue up and down. Dandy’s dick jerked and spasmed, and Dandy yelped as arousal overcame him. He had to force himself to pull away to avoid shooting his load right then.
Wanting to move on before he blew his jazz early, Dandy pulled out. Pavel gasped and said something breathlessly in Polish — it sounded like he was expressing his dislike for the taste of Dandy’s cock, but Dandy didn’t bother asking him to say it in English.
“Turn around,” Dandy said. “Lemme at your ass.” He smiled as Pavel sighed, wincing and blanching. He turned around, remaining on all fours, backing his wide ass up to the chair where Dandy still sat.
His ass was right at chair-height, but Dandy couldn’t lean off the chair and support himself that way, he’d probably fall. He hesitated before simply jumping off the chair and landing right on Pavel’s bottom. He held on like a drowning man clinging to the liferaft of Pavel’s sweaty back muscles.
Pavel lowered his head, while Dandy lined his crotch up with Pavel’s ass. He didn’t have much leverage in this position, since he had to lean on Pavel’s heft as he pushed his dick between those perfectly juicy cheeks.
He shuddered as his dick slid inside. Pavel’s ass was loosened and moistened by Dandy’s spit earlier, so now Dandy could get the first few inches of his meat inside easily. A wave of pleasure suffused Dandy’s body. He couldn’t help but moan. It felt so good his knees went weak, and he would have fallen if he weren’t relying on Pavel’s body for support.
Then Pavel’s muscles all tensed at once and stayed that way; his asshole clenched and he bit down hard on his upper lip. He growled and muttered something Dandy couldn’t hear because of Mariella’s blasted opera singing from the tent next door.
“Relax, Pavel, relax your ass. You’re doing fine,” Dandy said. He lightly stroked Pavel’s back.
Pavel breathed heavily through gritted teeth. He snorted and shook his head, and his ass bloomed into laxity again, just long enough for Dandy to ram another few inches in.
“Damn, Dandy… I thought you’d have a small dick,” he said. He chuckled as his face turned red. “Did you kill a big man and take his dick?”
“Yes,” Dandy said. He laughed at Pavel’s pained reaction. “You still don’t have to do this, you know. The whole idea is idiotic. God won’t love you more because of this-“
“Just finish up, little man. God supports a sacrifice,” he said. His voice was weak and pinched by pain.
Dandy grunted as he nodded and pumped his hips. He forced the last few inches of his dick inside, sighing when he actually felt his dick disappear into Pavel. Pavel had such a thick ass that a substantial part of Dandy’s dick didn’t actually enter the hole — Dandy simply couldn’t separate those asscheeks enough for his little body to get in there, especially with his feet not even being on the floor, as he still had no leverage.
It was all he could do to hump like a dog. He flexed his hips, slamming his entire little body down with every thrust on Pavel’s ass, the cheeks of which flapped and jiggled each time he descended. His fingers formed tight little balls, and his nails dug into the flesh of Pavel’s back.
“Normally,” Dandy said, panting and breathless. “I’d give you a reacharound. You can probably guess what that means. But my arms are way too short.” To demonstrate that, Dandy reached around Pavel, but his hands barely made it past his hips. He couldn’t even get to Pavel’s thick pubic hair much less touch his dick.
“You’re short? I never noticed,” Pavel said, his laughter hidden by the agony evident in his voice. “I just always figured there was more of you that you kept locked safely away.”
“Why don’t you jack yourself off?”
Pavel laughed, then cut off his own laughter. He made a strained and pained sound. “I can’t, little man. It hurts. I couldn’t get hard right now if I wanted to.”
“You sure about that?” From his vantage point, Dandy couldn’t see Pavel’s dick, but he had a strong suspicion about it. He knew there was a spot in every man’s ass that, when touched, triggered intense physical arousal. He was certain he had been hitting that spot. Due to the pain, Pavel hadn’t noticed. But when Pavel shifted from all-fours to just-threes, leaning to the side so one of his hands could grab his dick, he yelped in surprise to find it was hard and throbbing.
“Well… I ain’t see that comin’.”
“Big men never do,” Dandy said. He spoke through gritted teeth now too because Pavel had shifted to using just three limbs to support himself and in turn to support Dandy. That meant his body was not flat anymore, and Dandy had to clutch desperately at his flesh to avoid falling to the floor.
Somehow, despite the awkwardness of the positioning — or maybe because of it — Dandy felt his orgasm coming on. He humped wildly at Pavel’s ass, which was now loose enough that he could go for it with abandon. His balls slapped against the man’s flesh, the sound becoming impossibly loud.
As his climax erupted, Dandy could feel Pavel shooting his own load at the same time. The most intense orgasm of his life overwhelmed Dandy. He moaned, making a sound that was, to him, a loud shout. It was buried in the meat of Pavel’s lower back, however, as a minimal grunt from Pavel exploded and reverberated in the tiny tent.
Cum flowed into Pavel like water from a hose. Dandy shot more cum than he ever had before, and he could tell that Pavel’s load was similarly impressive, even if he couldn’t see it. Dandy shuddered, and every motion he made caused a wave of sensitive pleasure and exquisite bliss to flow up Pavel’s spine.
Dandy didn’t know how long he lay there, clutching Pavel’s flesh for support as he clung on like a puppy holding onto its mother’s scruff. His post-orgasmic daze only ended when Mariella finished her song, and the sound was replaced by Sandell, the head clown, barking orders at the other clowns — they were practicing their new act.
Letting out a sigh of relief as he slid down, Dandy’s cock left a trail of assjuice and cum clinging to Pavel’s thick thighs. Dandy’s knees were weak with the power of his orgasm. As soon as his ass was empty, Pavel collapsed to the ground in an exhausted heap of sweaty flesh.
Dandy sat next to him, using his back for support. He lay across Pavel’s shoulder and kissed his muscles there. “Do you feel forgiveness, Pavel?”
“I ain’t sure. I… I thought it might weaken muh desires for female flesh,” he said softly, or as softly as he could manage with that booming bass voice. “But I fear it has only done add to muh desire.” He chuckled.
“We’ll have to try again to find out,” Dandy said.