Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 10:58:57 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The show must go on 6

This is a story of the imagination. The person writing has nothing to do
with it except the written word. It is part of an ongoing story and as it
contains the love between a man and boy/s it is somewhat controversial. I
think that most readers would like to have what is contained in the story
so please enjoy

In a number of countries you will find that this kind of material is
against the law. I advise you to check before going any further. If this is
not your kind of story thanks fro reading and goodbye. I am not out to show
sex as gratuities but show that Love combined with sexual play is a time to
remember.

I own the copyright so if you wish to reprint please email and ask. Fee
paying sites will always get a NO.

Thank once again to Nifty for allowing works as this the airing that they
otherwise would never have. To all mailers here is the next chapter. Thanks
for comments and flames will always be snuffed


					The show must go on.

					Peters story.


	 I wonder if sex cause's you to sweat each time like this? Oh
sorry, I am Peter, I am 11 years old I have just been fucked by a man who
is looking after us, us being my brother and I. The after glow of happiness
is wonderful. Although I am sore it was a remarkable experience.
	I was born at an early age; I am a kid so suppose to be funny. I
lived in a caravan with my Dad, Mum and brother Paul who was 2 years older
than I. Life was normal as any other family till I was 5. At that time a
new person came into our lives. He was called Max. Being 13 years old he
was almost as tall as my Dad. We were told to be good for him while he
looked after us. Max was fun he could make the sounds of cars, trains and
even Indians. I had always wanted to do that. He was my hero.
	The only thing that I did not like about Max was that he sent me to
bed early. I would fall asleep straight away after my head touched the
pillow. Still I would have and had to do everything I was told but I would
have liked to spend more time with him. One of the days he was looking
after us he gave us a bath. When Paul was in the bath Max would help dry
me. I thought I was dry but he used his hands to check by touching me all
over. I enjoyed this although it did not last long. On another occasion
when Paul my older brother was in the bath he did not bother to check me
all over just my little thing, which became hard. I do not know how he did
it but I was afraid it would never stop growing. I would dream about Max
doing the things he did but I was not jealous he spent most of his time
with Paul. At the weekend I was upset. Mum and Dad were going away for 2
days so Max was to be with us, I did not want them to go so cried quite a
lot I got a hug from Mum and after they left I was calm enough to be
okay. Well Paul was playing with his friend so Max said it would be a good
time to have my bath. As he washed me water splashed onto his clothes. It
was good to have him all to myself. I did not even think anything when he
took his wet clothes off and put them near a small gas fire we had. He
returned and took me in his arms. Touching my little thing again. He did
this for a long time. I saw his, he showed me. It was so long and hard but
he never played with his, so I did. Max laid me in my bed and did something
very strange he sucked my thing. He did it for a long time. I was told to
do it to him. I did not know really what to do but tried. This was all fun
until Max grabbed my hair and pushed his thing hard in my mouth. He wet in
my mouth I did not like it and tried to swallow but was sick. Just as sick
like I had been after eating a lot of chocolate some time back. I was
relieved when he pulled it out. He just left me crying.
	The next morning when I got up I was dressed in my jamers and had a
very bad taste in my mouth. I tried to brush my teeth but the taste never
went away. It was quiet and Paul was not in his bed so went to find him. I
looked in Mum and Dads room seeing Max and Paul together, no jamers
touching. I was scared because I did not want him to hurt Paul. I hoped he
would not put his thing in Paul's mouth. I went back to the safety of my
bed only to hear what I thought was a scream. I hid my head under the
pillow falling asleep till Paul shook me awake. He was smiling. I saw Max
touch him all the time that weekend; I just had my crayons and drew. Paul
went out to play, Max came to me I tried to get away but he grabbed
me. "Hey Peter I am so sorry I hurt you, I did not mean it honest. I will
hurt your brother next time." I shouted no to him. The only way that Paul
would not get hurt was if I was to suck his thing again. I love my brother
so I did. He pushed it hard as he had done before; I managed to hold him
back a bit.  The ending was almost the same. The stuff filled my mouth; I
tried to swallow but was sick. It came out my nose and mouth. Max laughed.
	Paul was safe Max would not hurt him. They were always together
until one night. Dad and Mum came home early. Mum had a headache. Dad went
to the bedroom coming back with Max. Max just left, Dad crashed some things
and threw Paul across the room on to his bed. I went to sleep knowing that
I would be safe now because Me Mum and Dad were home
	I never saw Max again, I do not know about Paul. Dad was angry
every day he also was drinking something called J.D. That's what he called
out for. "Hey women get me some J.D." Dad was funny he kept falling over
and saying things I did not understand. He called me his lickle Feeter. I
laughed at him but he got so angry that I ran to Mum. "That's right run to
your mother be a girl like your brother." Mum made me feel better but at
night we had no lights so had to sit near a lamp I got very scared. No
Batman on television or cartoon. Mum had to tell us all the time to be
quiet when dad got to the falling down game. Paul would put an arm around
me and read taking us to places of fantasy with animals never seen
before. For some reason I do not know dad got very angry while Paul was
reading to me. He got told to go to bed Dad was shouting things at Mum
about Paul I was so scared that I ran to her. Paul came running out of the
bedroom naked shouting "NO." He threw a book at Dad who started to take off
his belt shouting at him.  Paul threw the lamp from on the table. I did try
and catch it but it was to hot. When it crashed to the floor there were
flames everywhere. My jumper caught alight, it was burning my back and
hair. Mum tried to put it out. She pushed me to the door as the flames
caught the whole room on fire. I could not see Paul but the door opened so
I ran and ran. A car hit me and I could remember no more. I was in a
strange place when I opened my eyes. I hurt so much. I had no voice so
could not scream, this was a scary place.
	I could not remember anything until bits came back as I slept. I
shouted out and a Woman all in white said, "Bad dream boy?" and sat with
me. Where was Dad? Where was Mum? Where was Paul my family were not there?
A man and woman came to see me most days but I did not know whom they
were. I kept saying that if only I had caught the lamp it would have been
all right. Little by little my memory returned. I stayed in that strange
place a long time. One morning the strange man and woman came to see me and
I was told I would be going to stay with them "This is your aunt and
uncle." I did not know I had an aunt but happy because they were nice to
me. The lady in white showed my aunt and uncle how the cream I had been
given had to be put on. It was so sore every time that I wished it could
stop.
	I was take to a little cottage I had never seen before and allowed
to do whatever I wanted Uncle was funny but auntie reminded me of something
I had got. I was confused and lonely that even the other boy there could
not help. Auntie said she would get some things for me to wear as I only
had what the white lady had given me so I stayed with Uncle and their boy
playing with some toys. It took a while to realise I was alone frightened I
looked for them. In a big room I heard voices and Uncle and the boy were on
the bed. Wearing nothing I looked at them the boy saw me and lifted me up
to them. I did not know why but my trousers were taken off and my pants. I
held onto my shirt because I was still so sore. They touched me until it
felt good. I just lay there thinking that this was a better game than
Cards. Uncle was touching the boy and the boy touched Uncle. The boy tried
to kiss me as uncle peed on my legs. The boy then did the same. I heard a
scream.
	Auntie was at the door looking at us. She was screaming and
screaming. I was so scared that she screamed so hard Just like my Mum. My
Mum? I remember. Uncle and the boy ran and auntie took me to the
bathroom. She washed my legs and I asked her if she was my Mum. She hugged
me gently saying "no." the questions followed about who, what, where and
when. Auntie made a phone call. I got to dial the number. Two men in
uniforms came found Uncle and the boy and took them away. A lady came that
I had seen .It was the white lady. "Are you my Mum?" She told me what had
happened and that my Mother and father were in heaven. I wondered how far
away that was, could we get a bus perhaps? I asked about Paul Thing were
quiet. Both ladies spoke and I heard "poor thing."  "Look this is a number
for Mrs Phillips, the Nan give her a call some time." I never saw Uncle or
the boy again they had gone on holiday to somewhere called Prisom. I
wondered if they had a beach.
	As I got older bit-by-bit my memory came back even more. Every time
I remembered something nice Auntie told me it was gone. That was until I
was 11 years old and asked about my brother. "Peter he is still here." It
was not hysteric's but I wanted to see him now. Auntie called someone. She
told me that he was coming to see me soon. Over the next week Auntie packed
a bag got some letters from the lady in white and we waited until one day I
heard her call "Peter they are here." I grabbed a bag running through the
door. I almost hit a man who was talking to Auntie. I gave him my bag
seeing a boy in a car. I knew who that was. "Paul!" We met and danced in
happiness. He had tears in his eyes but I did not care. After what was an
age the man lifted me into the back seat of the car and Paul sat next to
me. I never saw Auntie after that. The man kept looking at me in his mirror
as we drove. It was a long drive. We did stop for a drink but could not
have water the man insisted I had milk, my favourite. We arrived at a big
house; Paul said I would be staying with him and Dad. This man was not my
Dad as I remember but I had my brother.
	I was given a whole room for myself. The case the man had was
opened. It had all my clothes, I needed a wee so was pleased to be shown
the bathroom. It was big and clean but I was so pleased just to pee. For
the rest of the time I was with Paul I did not want to let him go away
again. Paul told me I could sleep where I wanted to. Paul stayed with me
until I had to get undressed. He helped me to the bath. I kept a shirt on
because of my scars. He left when I put my pyjamas on, I could hear him
talking to the man. I left the bathroom; in the man's lap was Paul. The man
saw me and held up my jar of cream. I was scared that if Paul saw my scar
he would not want me but I saw he had some to. The man did not worry and
that pleased me. He covered my back with the cream quickly allowing me to
put my jacket back on. He took my clothes and headed to a room he called
the washing room. I was tired so Paul took me to bed. When I thought about
being alone I asked him to stay with me. He smiled taking me to a larger
room with a huge bed in it. The man came in and Paul asked if we could all
sleep in the same bed. I watched the man undress leaving his undies on he
got into bed. Paul did the same. Paul helped me to loose my pyjamas and
wear a pair of his shorts.
	It was nice. The man was friendly because his arm came around me,
which made me feel better. Paul lay on top of the man and I felt he had no
shorts on. He laughed as I told him. Paul told me never to tell anyone
where he had slept tonight. I would not have anyway because I did not want
to be a baby. Paul pulled my shorts down, played with my thing until I had
these wonderful feelings. I looked down just in time to see something come
out. It was on Paul's hand. Paul did the same he made a puddle on the man's
belly. I felt so good that I slept like never before. I did briefly wake up
to see the man touching his thing until this stuff shot way in the air
splashing onto his belly and us. He used Paul's shorts to wipe it up then
mine to do the rest. I remembered that the next morning so when we all
showered I looked at Paul then the man. I did not have time to do anything
else because we had to go to school. I did not want to go but when I heard
that I was going to the same school as Paul I dressed much quicker.
	The school was big and I met the headmaster. The man Paul kept
calling dad gave his some papers kissed me and left. I was allowed to stay
with Paul today. I even got the same homework as him. The man was there to
collect us and we both had to put our school uniforms on a hanger to keep
them Tidy. We did the homework and the man had a computer we used. We both
had a bath and the man washed us. He touched me. I was not scared because
he was doing it to Paul. I was feeling so good until I saw my brother shake
make funny noises and white stuff fly into the air and almost hit the water
I was sitting in. He was laughing. I got this feeling, the same as last
night. My bottom was sitting on needles. I shook violently as the feeling
went through my body. My stuff covered the man's hand. "Wow " Paul
shouted. The man washed his hands and left us. Paul told me what happened
and how if you love someone you do things like that with him or her. So
Paul loved the man and the man loved me. After the bath we ran to our room
with the echo of "guests." Ringing in our ears.
	We both put clean boxers on and went to the main room. The lady in
white was there. I now knew who she was. We spoke for a long time and Paul
kept calling the man Dad. I tried it once but was not sure. The lady looked
at my scar and Paul's then talked about a lot of things. After she left
Paul went straight to bed I was alone but chose to see the man. He was in
bed so I asked if I could be with him. He opened his arms and hugged me
gently. He was so soft and kind telling me that he loved me. I do not
remember if I took or the man took off my boxers but I did like him
touching my back even with its scars. His finger tickled my bottom until it
went inside I sat up to feel it give me pleasure. He played with my penis,
that's what Paul called it, until I did not know what was best. He asked me
to let him fuck me. I thought I knew about that. I told him he would have
to stop if it hurt. I did not want it to hurt like Max when he did it. I
could fell cream in my bottom then his big penis was pushing in. All of a
sudden it hurt but hurt in a way that I could deal with. He was crying as
he pushed in and out his hand around me touched my penis. I had that
feeling and stuff come out. His hand was covered. The man shuddered and put
his covered hand into his mouth. I could feel him pee inside me but I
guessed it was not pee. After a while there was a pop and he was no longer
inside me. It did not matter our bodies touched as we slept all night. It
was Paul with a hard one who woke us up. Dad said it was an alarm
clock. Did I say dad?
	That day was as exciting as the previous. We went shopping and
brought all new clothes. I had never had new things before. Oh and at
teatime I got a bike, No not for tea but as a present from the man. I rode
with Paul all evening making friends from school. I also new that Paul
slept with dad because I woke with my hand holding my bike. I jumped on
them as Paul had done to me. They did look so happy I wondered if this was
real. Paul's comment of "Morning Dad got us both a kiss from the man who
was now Dad, Eating breakfast there was a knock at the door. A small boy
asked if this was a safe house. I remembered the Picture of the red house
we brought home. The boy told Dad what had happened and he decided to take
us all to school as we got to the school the boy said, "That's the car." A
big van thing went past. Paul looked at me and almost cried. Dad asked what
was wrong. Paul said something that frightened me. "Its Max!" being young I
did not really understand. Max was who we had called Sam. He was at the
start a friend to us all.
	I remember that name and what he did. I could not forget. Why was
Paul so scared? Could it be that Max had done things to him? I could not
say anything because if they knew I could be sent away. I was happy for the
first time in 6 years. I had a Dad a Brother and a home I liked. I
remembered we had to see the white lady in a weeks time but did not want to
upset my brother or Dad so decide not to tell her either. It's only the
good time to remember now. One think in my mind though, what the Dad man
did to me I classed as good? Entering the school with Dad did I understand
because He patted my bottom, kissed me followed with "Bye son?


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