Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2001 16:21:11 -0400 From: paul paris Subject: The show must go on Part 1 This is a story of imagination. The subject is sexual acts between men and boys. The adult in the story is not a representation of the person who wrote this story bur maybe a wish that lies dormant within all us who may want and do read it. I want to make you aware of the fact that in some countries it is illegal to have this material so do check. If this is not you kind or story please leave now and accept my apologies. Thanks to Nifty for a giving us a platform to see and read these stories. I have the copyright and you must get my permission should you wish to reproduce this for any paying site and for personnel use. shaksbeer@ureach.com Enough of the words lets get to the story The Show Must Go On I was very lucky in a lot of ways. I had not been able to keep a job. That comes out wrong. Not lucky I could not keep the job but now at 25 years old I had gone back to University to get some qualifications needed to better myself. I felt so silly at the start because I was an older person who was to study a degree in Music and Drama. Most of us are actors in life after all. I was doing very well which pleased me when the offer of some work experience came along. I could go with some others to local schools to perform for them taking props and our expertise with us as well. I got the selection of schools that were closest to me. I thought they had seen this old man and took pity on him but that was far from the truth. It was in fact just the luck of the draw. I was to be part of the group who would talk about problems and of course act out some letting the children who saw them decide what would be a genuine problem. How they could solve it but most of all interact with them letting there true personalities come out. After many rehearsals I began to see a pattern forming which portrayed me as a villain for most of the time. I was a shopkeeper selling cigarettes to underage children. An ice Cream vendor who sold expensive ices cream and the odd drug. But I did not like being the old man who hung around the park trying to entice children. It was only a job though. I got some first hand experience working for a day in a shop, ice cream parlour and the social services although very awkward to start with did help after I explained and offered leaflets. What soon turned out to be some was boxes but I was ok with that? The schools were middle school but the older section. I thought that it would benefit most of the children that fell on dead ears. I lived in a large house near to the area we were to blitz with our performance so offered to keep the equipment in the garage. I had no car, preferred to walk or use a bike. I was new to the area as well. Been there 3 months so knew a few people not that many. That day my house stopped echoing whenever the phone rung. The offer of keeping things had been a bit ambitious because it filled 3 rooms 1 being the Garage as I said before. The first school we went to was very close to my house. I was the only one who could get up with 5 minutes to spare and still not be late. We were to spend the day it was a Friday. Strange day to start but I promise not to say this again it was after all a job. Props unloaded we had to entertain for 3 hours 55 children aged from 10-13. We got introduced and after a few words a big cheer went up. The shivers I felt were most strange. The Cigarette sketch went down well with the majority saying they would never smoke anyway but a few of those had yellow fingers clearly from smoking. Ice cream caused a huge laugh but it quietened down when drugs were mentioned. They were well up on things but most recognised the drink and the same shop was selling drugs even cigarettes. Now the bad guy .It was so quiet and we went through the scene I did not realise just how nasty I was for that role. Of course at the end I did go to some of the children and ask if they would like to come and see my puppies. Of course a resounding NO! Blasted out with the exception of one boy. When he never answered and the rest of the children hissed at him. I took of my hat and made it clear that shy people would have to think. Gave him my hat and said to the boy, "I will come see your puppies." The children's crescendos of NO! Again lifted the roof well almost. So I asked "Why?" For almost thirty minutes we talked about the do's and don't. It was fantastic that they had been listening. I gave out leaflets and my boss told me it was a great success. I was congratulated but made it clear we were a team. Was I good or what. I was in the room we had been given getting washed when a knock came on the door. It was the boy who was quiet in the audience. He had brought my hat to me before he went home. I thanked him and introduced myself. Now it took a while but his name was Paul he was 12. He stuttered out the words. I quickly told him I had a stutter at his age but grew out of it, which was true. I was ready to go so Paul offered to take some things to my car. I explained I lived across the road and I got a smile. He lived with his Gran in the house next to the school so would help me to my house. He turned away but almost immediately said I better check with my Nan First. Well that was what we had told them to let people know what they were doing and if it was okay to do it. Our first success. Paul came back as I closed the door heavy laden. He had a note from his Nan saying he could help but could I call her so that she knew Paul was all right. We did not take long to get the things into the garage and clothes into boxes in the room. I called his Nan straight extolling the virtues of her well-behaved Grandson. She told me that I was invited to tea. I did go to tea and got the whole story about Paul. He was in his parents' caravan when it caught fire. He had stuttered ever since. She had looked after him since he was 6 but was getting old and needed a friend. I smiled telling her that if I could do anything I would. Well after a plain salad Paul walked me home. I thanked his Nan. She was free with a hug because I had taken time to treat Paul as an equal. Paul on the other hand was very quiet. I managed to find a book that helped me when I stuttered. He tried to say thank you but failed. I told him I understood. I made him get us both a drink. My fridge is full of all kinds of soft drinks. I don't like beer; so with a 7up in each hand he sat down to chat, well try. I told him what we were trying to do at the schools also what we hoped the children would get from it. A few m and o's came from his lips so yes and no was sorted. I asked what time he had to be home. One word came back "9" It was not that I did not believe him I rang Nan to check and Paul was right it was 9. Well we sorted things for Monday and at about 7-30 I made us a burger and fries for all our hard work, Paul was over the moon. Sitting eating Paul said something to me as clear as anyone ever could. "I will come and see your puppies any time!" I stopped eating and told him that he did not know what he was saying. "We are friends aren't we?" I answered yes but. Paul came back hard and fast. I will be your friend and will do anything for you. You are different you look like a nice man to me." The comments of they all do Paul just came out. I had to explain. Before I said anything he told me about a boy who was his friend and they did things together. He did not mind his stutter and so he did lots of things for him. "He baby sat one night and got me undressed. He did it as well and we had some fun. He moved away last year to stay with his dad." I have been looking for a friend echoed as he went to the kitchen for another drink. I had to tell him that I was not like that but wondered why he had told me. After a rest period and quiet spell it was time for Paul to go. I got a hug from him with, "Do you love me?" "Yes Paul and I will be your friend." Paul was almost in tears he rushed throwing his arms around me. I hugged back but it was Paul's kiss that shook me. He was no armature. I got a call from Nan thanking me that was nice. "Anytime at all." Was my answer? I sat in my armchair wondering, my thought could not remain clear. The idea of Paul needing friends and he would let them do what they wanted as long as he was liked. I had a restless night because Paul kept entering my thought not as I had seen him but with a boy who had no face. This boy was undressing him, touching him; so much went through my mind. I saw Paul naked holding a puppy he told the faceless boy a friend had given him. I woke up with a jolt. I had fallen asleep in the chair. The difference was I never had dreams like that before but I was erect and sweating. I showered and climbed into bed. It was an experience that worried me but my hands stroking calmed me until I gushed forth the sperm pent up inside me for a very long time. The next morning I found tissues on the floor by the bed. A sticky remnant on my body but the strangest thing was that it had been a long time since I slept naked. I last masturbated over 2 years ago when I lost my last girlfriend. I was so depressed that it never crossed my mind to do it again. I drifted into studies and that was it. When my feet touched the floor the shock brought me into the realms of the living. Thinking about Paul was almost the first thing I thought of. Maybe I should never have befriended him. That thought lasted a few second because the phone rang and Paul's voice was there. "Are you busy today. Nan's shopping day today I do not want to go. She says if I had someone to keep an eye on my it would be okay." "Sure kiddo." Well I was just getting out of the shower feeling refreshed when Paul arrived. He knocked and came straight in. "Nan gave me money for food." The stutter although still their was not half as bad. He put the money on the fireplace and came to the bathroom to see me shaving. His eyes burnt holes into me I shivered. I called him over and gave him the razor. "You try." He stood on the toilet seat lid and I faced him. He was gentle. Drawing the razor slowly down and rinsing after every stroke. "I won't need to shave for a long time," he said. Without thinking I touched his cheek. So tender and smooth all down to the collar of his shirt. Paul's hands began to play with the hair on my chest, which made me shiver. I looked at him to see him dressed in shirt and shorts with sandals. He smiled. I kissed his nose and took some foam putting it their. I got a hug but the towel I had around my waist begun to get tight my erection had returned. I do not know what I was really thinking but lifted him up carrying him to the living room and sat in my arm chair still with the remnants of the foam I had forgotten to wash off. The room was still fairly dark because the large drapes had not yet been opened. The clock said 10 and there I was happy to be with this charmer who wanted me as his friend. I did think it was best to get up but was so comfortable. I offered Paul a drink he nodded no. He lay against me still playing with the chest hair. He found one nipple and used some foam on it bringing a silent gasp that I thought would echo through the house. I stroked his hair, fairly long strands which covered his collar at the back. I froze when he pulled on the towel that was around me. He managed a corner to wipe the foam that had started to dry. If I had got up the towel would have fallen to the floor. "Do you really like me?" he said. I answer affirmatively. "Would you like me to do anything for you. I mean anything at all." No stutter at all. I told him and also said he did not have to do anything at all. He was my friend." He lifted his legs to remove his sandals. The towel slipped off one leg but before I could move to pull it back his legs touched to bare leg of mine. I had a hand on his leg stroking it softly. My erection was stronger than ever. I quickly come to my senses and moved him off. I wrapped the towel around me and headed upstairs to my bedroom. I sat on the bed. Little footsteps running came to the room. "What did I do wrong?" I explained it was I and not he. He rushed to me and I fell back on the bed. He lay next to me. "Did you want to do something with me?" I almost cried. So being human doesn't matter. I said yes. "Me to." I sat back up and Paul stood by me. The feelings I had were new, fresh and frightening. Paul stood in front of me. My apprehensiveness was clear to me however his feeling were crystal clear. My legs apart brought him slowly in towards me. "I am sure this will be okay. I want you to do this. Do not worry I have done things before." No stutter. I did say I had never done this before. I was not a bad man in the park. But if anyone ever got to know I would be treated as if I was and go away for a long time. "Why should our love and caring be something others should know? Its private and so are we." Paul squashed in-between my legs till he could hug me with ease. I pressured the point about why he wanted to do things." My parents were going to get a divorce. They argued and an oil lamp got broken. Everything was in flames. Even them." His tears were flowing on the last word. "It was my fault. If I had done what they wanted they would never have argued over me." The bell rung he blamed himself for everything. Even the last don't tell Nan please was a cry to protect another. I tried to undo the buttons of his shirt but my finger shook too much. Paul took over. I came face to face with a scar that I touched. It stretched right around his back. "Is it bad?" I kissed it and felt so sorry for him. Nobody had liked seeing him this way he even wore a shirt to bed for Nan's sake. The older boy who had sex games with him did it in the dark but I wanted to show him that he was just as perfect even if he thought he was damaged. I lifted him onto the bed and lay beside him using my large hands to cover every inch of his body. I had calmed enough to undo and UN zip his shorts. Pulling them down I took my time to make him feel worthy of his life. I dropped the shorts to the floor looking now at a boy who was still in blue boxers his smile had increased by inches. "You or me. Who looses the bottom covering?" he reached over and opened the towel pulling it away from me. The choice had been made. I got up so he could see and hold the erection he had made. It was great to feel his touch and as I took the boxers down I could see such a small penis that had been covered. The boxers joined the shorts and I touched him. As I lay down Paul climbed so that most of his body was in touch with me. "I have never done this before Paul I hope I get things right for you. Follow my leader was never like this. Whatever Paul did I do in return? This went on for a long time till Paul lay on his front allowing me to touch him. The scar did feel strange but his smooth buttocks made up for that. When my fingers touched him he arched off of the bed allowing the cheeks to open. His pink hole was opening and closing on their own. I touched it and a loud groan of satisfaction escaped is body. Pushing back I found my finger inserted inside. More pushing and pulling brought much stronger sensations until my finger was buried. Paul climbed on top of me kissing before we were both ready. Our lips slid like an ice ring until our tongues found each other and hooked tight our lips with sharp strength. I started to feel this small penis I had seen get stiffer and hard until I pushed and squeezed then it happened. Paul gasped stuttering I'm m m m cum um in. I had never seen a boy cum other than me but I felt mine never looked. Paul slipped to his back. I saw his heart beat pulsating through the flesh. His hand grasped my erections. I was still stroking him. Paul sat upon me. With legs either side he thrust his buttocks around my erection allowing it to enter him. A nasty ouch followed by concern but I was inside him. He was wet and sliding me in and out. I was in the presents of a master. I could feel my climax climbing. But Paul's groan of the no stutter I'm cumin was a shock. I saw a dribble of sperm come out of his penis. Look no hands. I would like to have. To late I cum as well. I flooded so much that I could feel it run out of Paul down my penis and rest in the hair. We both fell asleep and woke at 3pm. I saw his beauty but decided to give him some more pleasure before we got up. I found the erection easy this time and saw him cum even the dribble was a pronounced squirt this time. I tasted my fingers while Paul started to suck on me. This was too much and stopped him. I wanted to save things for another day. He never dressed just hid when the food was delivered. I have never thought I was a Dirty old man with clean tendencies. Nan was pleased we had done things and noticed that I was a good influence on Paul. I got a hug and our life began a new story. A friend told me that I was a changed person. "I bet you got a young lover hidden away." If only they knew. Our life was to continue but I will only tell if you want me to. It was my first experience with a boy who wanted sex more than I. His new friend stopped the stutters and he was able to say what was good and that was almost everything. I have more in this tale of the imagination but I will not waste time if you are not happy to know. Flames will be put out but if you want more let me know shaksbeer@ureach.com