Bugged By a Clown

[Toon]

 

I know some people hate...or even fear clowns. Blame "Poltergeist" and "It" for that, I guess. I was always ambivalent about them. I didn't find them scary or anything -- just boring.  I remember going to a rich kid's birthday party once and there was a clown who made balloon animals for everyone. Big fucking deal. So whenever I talked to people who really hated clowns, I understood why.  There's something "wrong" about them. The kid's birthday was a week before Halloween, and that was basically the theme. So, why a clown? Why not have a guy dressed as Dracula?  Nine and ten year-olds would dig that. I wasn't scared, but kind of on alert. I studied "Buzz". I could tell by his neck and body that he was probably a young guy. The cynic in me was just starting to bloom in me back then. He probably hates this and is just doing this for money. He probably hated kids.

Here's the thing about clowns: They can disguise their body, hair and face, but they can't change their eyes. I looked at his eyes -- which were greenish-gray and a little pink on the edges. I'd seen my dad's eyes all bloodshot on Sundays during the football time of year. Had Buzz been drinking?  After he made us the balloon animals, he just walked around and tried to amuse us in person. Ugh. It was embarrassing. I gave off as many 'stay away' vibes as I could manage (a skill I've since perfected), but he still tried to engage me while some little girl puked in the rock garden. I stared hard into his face. "I have to go now."

"OH! But the party is just starting!" His voice was like a teenager's.

"Can't. My mom is waiting for me. Stay away from me." I stood up and decided to just go outside. Buzz leaned close to me. I smelled beer.

"Have a nice day, you rude little shit."

And I left on shaky legs. I missed the gifts and cake and everything. Fuck him. I was playing with that word a lot in my head. I heard kids on the bus say it all the time. 

A DECADE AGO

God, so much has changed since those days. Cell phones and the internet have taken over. I live in a crummy little apartment, but still can get access to the world. I had a blog and Twitter and Facebook. 9/11 had happened during my last year of college.  Now I was a photo editor for an upscale magazine.  I could afford a better place, but that would mean packing and moving. No thanks. I also finally admitted to myself that I was gay.  I didn't know any gay people though. Most of my friends were from work, people my age or older. But they were starting to marry off and move away. Whatever, I was a virgin with the big 3-0 on the horizon. I had built up a pretty nice porn library on my computer. God, my jacking-off was out of control! A more mentally-healthy person would probably go out and try to have a boyfriend, have actual sex. Not me. That would take too much effort, whereas a porn video was quick and easy. 

I was obsessed with the computer and mass media in general. Many of my internet 'friends' were followers of my blog. Some of them were asking me if I'd seen "The Killer Clown". ? Apparently, there was some guy in my city that dressed as a clown and would lurk around at night and creep people out. I guess maybe I'd heard of this before, but never paid much attention. The computer had made everything a trend -- a trend that was forgotten in a week. What I didn't know was why he was considered a 'killer'. 

After some poking around, I found out that he had raped some young woman and given her HIV. Youtube had a video of the newscast where she was interviewed. Her face was shadowed.

   "I was coming back from my aunt's house and took a shortcut through Washington park. This f(bleep)ng clown is standing there, lookin' all crazy and s(bleep)t. I ignored him and kept        walking. I was almost to to McGee Street when I was grabbed and raped right there in the leaves and s(bleep)t. I didn't tell nobody because who's going to believe I was raped by a clown? About a month later, I got real sick. My boyfriend and I were trying to have a baby so I went to the doctor and he said I had the AIDS virus."

Wow. Most of the guys who did this were just doing it as a goof. But here was an a rapist and potential killer (if she died). I got obsessed with the story. Killer Clown was known to appear in three different parks. One of them was right across the street from my building. Lewis Park. A bad idea was forming in my head. It turned out to be a great idea, but I was feeling uneasy at the time. Unsure of my motives.

I needed to get him on film. My employer wouldn't be interested, but my blog buddies would dig it...and maybe it could turn into something and I'd get job offers. I'd gone to school to be a photographer, but these days I spent all my work time trying to make other people's pics look better. It wasn't hard, just defeating.  I accepted it. Some people aren't born with the eye for photography. I had a fancy new digital camera that I never made friends with. It was complicated and the flash was weak. The old-fashioned 35mm camera I'd bought in high school was  so much better. I knew that thing so well, and could adjust the f-stops and the shutter speeds with my eyes closed. It was my trusty old friend. 

I had a few beers before I ventured out that Monday night. I put another two in my camera bag for later and just wore the camera around my neck. I felt like a real journalist. The park on Armor Boulevard was surrounded by an old iron fence. I guess this area had been pretty decent in the old days. My apartment building was once a high-end hotel. Now the neighborhood was pretty ghetto. Drugs and hookers and shootings were just part of the scenery. It was very early Fall and the smell of approaching cold was there if you stood still long enough. I followed a little path and found a bench to sit on. I listened to the wind and watched the shadows. This was a perfect night to see a spooky clown. I fiddled around with the camera and made sure the flash was charged. How long should I wait? Maybe I needed to move closer to the sidewalk. I decided to move and look around more...be 'investigative".  I took a few test shots of the trees as I casually walked deeper into the heart of the park. The wind picked up a bit, and I wished I had worn my jacket. 

There was a statue of the Lewis guy this park was named for. I knew nothing about local history. Like the guy from "Lewis and Clark"? The explorer? I should have taken more than art & design courses in college. Too late now. As I thought more about this, I saw movement from behind the monument. I stopped breathing as a clown appeared. It's him! I stood still. He was very tall and had the typical clown costume and makeup on. The only inauthentic thing was his shoes. They weren't the round, knobby ones that most clowns (including Ronald McDonald) wore. ..just regular Converse sneakers. He stood there and looked at me. He made an exaggerated shrugging of his shoulders. I just called out a casual "Hey."

His voice was deeper... "Why are you here taking pictures?"

"Dunno. I guess I want to make both of us famous. I'm a photojournalist (lie)".

"Not with the cops?"

"No. God, no. I'm nobody, but YOU are a legend. I can't believe I found you on my first try."

"You just want some pics? Of me? Okay. What do you want me to do?"

"I dunno. Clown stuff? Do whatever you usually do."

He pulled colorful scarves out of his hand and hammed it up. I got some really great shots. I wanted a close-up of his clown face.

"You can write what you want, but you can't say where I am and you can't interview me. There's one bitch who claims I raped her, but that's not what happened."

"I heard about that. What really happened?"

"You heard already? And your here? Think I wouldn't rape your little boy hole?" I felt my spine freeze. "What actually happened is she wanted to blow me, and then got all horny. I fucked her so hard. I didn't tell her I had AIDS -- which I guess is a crime."

I kept clicking away. "How long have you had the virus?"

"No idea. I just know that everybody I fuck  - even once - comes down with it. I'm a public menace."

"Why do you do this clown thing?" I noticed he had some facial stubble, and the white makeup on top of it was disturbing.

"Why not? It's something I wanted to do. I bet your running out of film by now." I was, but I had a new roll packed away and had alreasy taken some great shots.

"Yeah. I guess we're done."

"Good. I need to take a piss and have a smoke." The temperature must have dropped because I started to shiver. He pulled out an impressive semi-hard wiener and let his urine splash loudly against the stone base of the statue. I made sure to get a picture of that. For me. I had a quick realization that I found this clown very hot. All of my mixed feelings made sense now.

"I guess you can't publish that one." He laughed.

"Nope." He finished up and lit a cigarette.

"Have a cig with me, kid." I didn't smoke, but I wanted to smoke now. More than anything in the world. I remembered the beers in my camera bag and handed him one. He seemed delighted.

"If I hadn't been here, would you have sat here a drank these yourself?"

"Who knows? I was ready for anything."

"Anything, huh? Quick question....why did you want a picture of my pissing cock?"

"I....uh...well...I liked seeing it and wanted to remember it."

"You a fag?"

"No. Well, yes. Not a practicing one."

"It's cool. I fucked and gave been fucked by guys ever since I first grew pubes. Maybe that's why I always felt like life had put a "kick me" sign on my back. Clowns live to be made fun of." I thought that made total sense.

"But why don't you wear clown shoes?"

"Shit. I was afraid you'd ask that. They don't make them in my size. Seriously. The shoes are oversized, but the insides only go up to 13. I have to wear a size 16 because I've got these damn finger toes." Damn. I wanted a picture of them. 

"I've got a fresh roll of film. Can I take a few more pics?" 

"Yeah. I've more to show you, little stupid kid. You want to see my big dick, don't you?"

"Anything."  He opened the fly of his baggy clown pants and let out a dragon cock that was so hard and thickly-veined. Jesus.

"Here you go. Imagine this in your little ass." I did. I used up half the toll just on that impressive penis. And then he climbed out of his baggy clown clothes, and stood there naked. He turned and let me get some pics of his hairy ass. He was thin, but not very in shape. 

"Let me get a few photos of those famous finger toes."

"Oh Hell. OK. They're ugly and not very clean, though. I've got this toenail fungus or something." He slipped out of his sneakers and they were indeed pretty bad.  His disturbingly long toes looked like they were fighting each other. Most of the nails looked yellow and gray and damaged. I sat at the base of the statue.

"Lift you leg and show me the bottom of your foot."

"You're a damn freak, kid. I'll lose my balance if I stand on one leg. Let me lie down and you can get pictures of both of them." We moved deeper into the shadows and he made a pillow out of his clown jumpsuit. "Kneel down." I did, and got some nice pics of his bare soles....one of which is still my screen-saver. And there was an odor which I didn't mind at all. I left the camera at my side and started sucking his sick toes. 

"Holy Fuck! Nobody has ever done that to me. You are a keeper, kid. Better stop now or I'll jack off all over us." I dropped his foot and lied down next to him. ...shoulder to shoulder. 

"Thank you, Mr. Clown." He chuckled/

"Call me Reggie. Reginald. You can'r report that. What's your name?"

"Scott."

"Well, Scotty. I need to fuck and I need to cum. Bad!"

"Yeah."

"I guess you'll let me fuck you, right?"

"Oh HELL yes!"

And then it was a blur of heat and skin. His heavily made up face was right over mine. I could smell his breath and the makeup.  That stuff on his face smelled like art class in grade school.  He was a big guy who I let pull my pants down. He worked quickly. I basically gave him permission to rape me. And he tried. But his meat couldn't push in at first.  I disappointed both of us. 

"You're too small for me."

I wanted this so much. "Take me. Rape me...like you did that bitch." What the hell was I saying??? 

"I'm going to have to. It won't last long. Breathe in and out. Again. When you breathe out the second time, nod your head. I did. And then he ripped me in half with that sword nature had given him. I yelped for a few seconds. He leaned down and covered my mouth with his. Hid hips thrust quickly. It felt like my insides were useless now, broken and ruined.

"Relax, Scotty. It's almost....AHHH...Here's my cum!" I didn't feel his dirty seed shoot inside of me. but my hands were on his butt and I felt the energy leave his body and release. He stabbed it a few more times. "Shit, yeah."

The middle of my body felt sore, like I'd been punched. My ass was on fire. "That was amazing, Reggie."

"Oh, man. I came so much...you got the deluxe load. Got any more film left?" Huh?

"I think there's a few more frames. Why?"

"Because I'm pretty sure my dick and crotch are covered with your blood. Don't you want a shot of that?" Oh God, yes.

I painfully got up and took some last photos. In the flare of the flash, my blood looked so red and so bright. Was I going to bleed to death? 

"It's getting colder. How long into the year do you do this?"

"I just started last April. I always planned to make Halloween night the last one. But now...."

"But now what?"

"I think I'm done. After this, I don't need anything more." Wait....was he serious?

"Get dressed and come back to my place. I'm right across the street. In The Newbern."

"You want to walk in there with a dude wearing a clown outfit? A dude who just raped you?"

"There's a stripper and two drug dealers on my floor. Everybody minds their own business."

So I took the 'Killer Clown" home. We showered together and I finally got to see his natural look. Pale, curly hair and not much of a chin. I thought he was beautiful. Perfect. I was carrying his child now. We ended up being exactly what the other needed. To this day, I still sometimes call him 'my big clown'.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[lynn1964]

I really like the personality of Reggie. Like he is finally trying to come into his own. From being some type of "social outcast" to finding himself. I see him being pulled to Scotty. Scotty went there specifically to meet him for many reasons. Some he knew outright, some were unconscious. It's a great story!!!

[Beefypervpigphx]

Awesome as all your stories. Clowns don't scare me but I think people who play clowns are pathetic

[freshxtop5]

This story was hot! Blew my load reading it.

[bjbottom]

I love clowns, the creepier the better.   My older brother was afraid of clowns so we did not go to the circus or even McDonald's much growing up.  I guess since my folks purposely stayed away from places where there were clowns made them more attractive to me.   Loved your story partly for this reason, but also the writing and plot line.

[evilqueerpig]

To paraphrase Stephen Sondheim..."Isn't it bliss?  Isn't it queer?  Finding the virus this late in my career.  Where is my clown?  Send me my clown.  Don't bother, he's here!"