Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 12:37:05 -0400 From: paul paris Subject: The show must go on This is a story from the imagination. There is no connection between the writer and the story. The story includes man and boy/s sex which if not your reading then please leave. Being on going you will notice different emotions creeping about with time In some countries this kind of story is illegal so do please check before reading. I think that it is important you do this. I have the copyright on this story and request that you ask me before printing or using the contents for any other reason. Pay sites will always get a no, sorry. I want to thank nifty for giving a platform for this kind of story I appreciate it. For all the emails still arriving I maintain my gratitude. People's comments do tell me if the story is being read and enjoyed. One point I am a disabled writer who apart from being dyslexic is board blind. I have never learned to read or write until 20 years after I walked out of school. With my computers help I am writing in the third person. Spelling mistakes and grammar are intentional. Proofreaders help with this so I hope this does not distract your enjoyment The show must go on Part 7, Peters a Hero! It was a very good week, I was happy now back at work full time. The boys, now in their own classes were doing fine. Each night massive amounts of homework was being brought home for them to do. I was the one while at home who did feel useless because I did not understand most of it. I was pleased that they were attentive in class while being good learners. It saved me from showing my stupidity if they were to ask any questions. The computer was well used after school. I had set a pot on the floor that would contain any spare cash, coins, at the end of the day. This was set-aside for a new computer although the boys did not know. While doing there homework a letter was delivered asking me to take the boys to Social Services a day earlier. The time was after school so thought that better for me as well. I was happy to see the boys settled but not sure about sleeping alone or getting any close contact with them even though I was as close as a Dad could be. I took the boys after school to the Social service offices. Mrs Stein was there and a man. I was told to go away for a while because they needed to talk to the boys alone. Like any Dad I protested about there welfare, silly thing to do considering where we were. Still the point was made. I told the Paul but especially Peter that I would be back I ruffed up their hair and hugged them both. I went to a coffee shop not far from the office. There was a bar much closer but thought better of it because how I was feeling would have given me good reason to start drinking beer. I had a pager because of the school job. I was on my last drop of coffee ready to order another when the pager sounded. The message read "Dad come quick." I don't want you to get this wrong. I did not panic just went through every brick wall to get there as fast as I could. I could hear tears and the man was on his way out of the door. I saw Paul crying in a room; Peter was just sitting in the hall looking at t! he magazines. I went for Paul who swung his arms around me while allowing the tears to flow like a river on its way to the sea. Peter joined us the door was closed shut. It was a good fifteen minutes before things had calmed down between us. I did not expect this. I had a boy sat on each leg when the door opened. As a man brought in some drinks I told him in no uncertain terms what to do. "FUCK OFF!!! We were left alone again until "I" felt things had calmed sufficiently. Time to fine the woman. I was so angry. Mrs Stein told me to calm down but my shouting said something else. A woman walked in and offered to call the police. I told her it would be a great idea. I wanted to report a case of child abuse. All right so I went over the top but I could not help myself. The man from earlier came in and I saw a gold badge. "I am sorry. We have in custody a man Called Max Williams." That name. "He was arrested after a boy was sexually assaulted. He had taken shelter at your house earlier this week." I remembered the boy but what had this to do with the boys and why were they upset. "The boy told us that one of the boys staying with you knew the man ! in question/" That was enough. "My son you mean?" Mrs Stein looked at the officer and said "It's a long story don't worry." "We had to ask and he just wanted to call you when the name Max was mentioned." I walked passed them both getting back to Paul. "Paul we can go home now if you want or we will get this nightmare sorted out." I called a woman who was in another office. "This is my son Peter look after him as if he were your own. I will be just in here." Mr Stein nodded to the girl and joined the policeman Paul and I in the other office. "Paul listen we will go at any time you want. This nightmare must end for you and I think this could be the way." I looked at hugged Paul and shouted, "Listen." For 45 minutes I sat with my arm around Paul while he told his story about Max. Every detail until Mrs Stein was in tears. He told the policeman about a mole that Max had got which could only be seen when he was half naked. Paul finished and the click of the tape recorder was so loud that it echoed through the ambient noise in the room. Paul was sweating and shaking. "Go find Peter." I was thanked for my help but told that if I had said something as soon as I had known this may not have been needed. Backwards is what I may have been but I told them my first priority was to Paul not the police. I stood, told! Mrs Stein that I was going. "I hope you get a record of all this because what you did to Paul today may have caused more harm than the fire. Okay I exaggerated but I wanted to get my point over. I got Paul home. Peter was worried about what had happened. I ran a hot bath; I kissed Paul as I took his clothes off. Peter was down to his briefs. I could now hug them both while their arms twisted not only around my neck but each other's. I had to whisper to Paul that I would never hurt him. Even though we had done similar sorts of things that Max did to him I did it because I loved him. I slipped his briefs off but our hugging continued. I lifted him into the bath then let him see me do the same to Peter. I stayed with them until the water started to cool. I dried Paul off, even watched him pee, it was very clear that he was still upset with what had happened. Peter was very good tonight. He dried himself, cleaned the bath, finally placing the wet towels in the machine to wash. The funny part was he never bothered to dress. His boxers still in the place he left them this morning. It had been 3 days since I had seen them like this. It looked as if they had grown so much ov! er that time. After today even being upset, they had grown in stature. I did not bother with the cream because as far as I was concerned there mental attitude was far more important at this time. I had decided not to send them to school the next day and even take the day off myself. I got some covers and lay them on the floor. I spoke to Paul with Peter listening. I wanted him to understand that what happened between him and Max was never love it was a bully forcing Paul to make him happy, so it was never love. "Paul if we never did anything ever again and that goes for you to Peter, I will still love you as much as I do now." I had to hold out my hands as a gesture of truth and good will. Both boys took a hand holding it against them. Within a few minutes they were both asleep. I was quiet as I tidied up taking time to put away the washed clothes. I got 2 pairs of boxers so that I could dress them if anyone knocked the door. The boys lay apart by almost 2 feet. Their feet rested against the sofa and head towards the television. I sat between! them resting my back next to their feet. Looking at them seeing their chest go up and down. I used the index finger of either hand to gently stroke their penises. As time went by both boys had superb erections. It was Paul whose balls beneath him bounced gently up and down until he ejaculated. I enjoyed watching his cum. The white sperm shooting upwards landing, no one knew where. Further sprays much less powerful followed until it was all over. I looked at the mess taking some onto my fingers and savoured every drop. It was not until Peter took a sharp intake of breath throwing dribbles of sperm down to my other hand that I saw Paul was clean. I had taken it all. I had to clean of Peter's jewels because I could not and did not favour one better than the other. I did have to clean up a little and managed to get their boxers on. I sat lifting them up into my arms all the while getting a numb bum. I carried them to bed much later. I kissed them on their lips. No movements but I could tell I was feeling so important. I had these boys who needed to be loved. Sex was an extra but I loved them enough to say I needed them more than the sex. Next morning I was asleep on top of my covers when they came to see me. I was not fully awake but I did hear "I love you" come from each of them. I grabbed onto them and we had a laugh. I was going to take the day off but the boys wanted to go to school so I got up helped them and off they went. It was as if they had grown over night. That morning seeing them off I was proud to be part of their family. I got a call after I had finished work from the police. I was asked if Paul would give evidence in court against Max. I could not answer. I said I would talk to him but because he had been so upset with what happened before it would take time. I never spoke that night. We went to the cinema instead. Some boys from their school were there with Mum and Dad. It made it a happy evening out. I said hello to loads of people and was readily accepted. After the film I was attacked by two screaming boy who wanted to go bowling. "Dad can we go?" I looked around and one boy Peter's size said, "Did you dad say yes?" So their friends had accepted me as Paul and Peters Dad. I had to agree but just watched as they both enjoyed themselves. It was good to see them playing openly with other boys and the parents got me involved in their gossip which was not really me however I thought it best. It was dark as we made our way home. Arm in arm we walked quite happily. No sooner as we had got in P! aul had a wash and was ready for bed followed by Peter. Paul was still feeling the day before. And fell asleep almost immediately. Peter was in bed reading. I bathed then headed for my bed to see Peter was reading in my bed. I laughed I got in looking around to see where my book was thinking I might join Peter. Tiredness though prevented it. My head hit the pillow as peter turned out the light. Peter was still full of life but I could not respond. Even when he pulled my boxers off I did not care. I just watched as Peter stood up took his boxers of and sat on my legs playing with my steadily hardening cock. I let things happen. Peter took my erection and opened his mouth. He slowly sucked on it taking more and more with each breath. I knew what would happen, I had to tell him. "Don't hurt me then." How could I hurt him? I would never do that. His mouth filled getting bigger and bigger. "Don't swallow Peter spit it out. He did just what I had told him. He gave me a big grin. I looked at him trying to understand what he had tried to do. I wiped up the puddle, moved onto his legs engulfing his penis. I sucked while playing with the marbles between his legs. Peter grabbed my hair fucking my mouth hard. "Take ! it. Take it." I felt the twitch as he covered my tongue in his seed. I explained he did not have to force my head down because I would have done it any way. Peter cried. I held him tight telling him that it was going to be fine. As I told him that what he had done was something special his glassy eyes looked at me. "Peter that was so nice but you did not have to do it." All I got from him was "I know." The next day I was with the boys. They were eating when I just came straight out and told Paul what I had been asked. Paul looked lost. "Do I have to?" well I thought and I am sorry to say used a bit of blackmail. "If someone does not do it then one day a small boy might get hurt or even killed." I said killed, that was wrong. I regretted it. Paul asked me if I would be with him. I did not know. He said that if I were with him he would do it. I went straight to the phone and called the police officer. I told him exactly what Paul had said. He told me I could be with him so it was all arranged. I tried to do something different today. We took a trip to a water Park. I managed to get the boys to get a friend to go with us if they wanted. After a few phone calls we all headed to the park I had 5 boys in tow, all excited about going. We checked out a family room and I watched them all get changed. Paul and Peter were not bothered now; their friends though all seemed very shy. I e! ven changed trying to not look as they reached either briefs or boxers. I had never been bothered about boys until I met Paul. Our lives were so great now that I did not know what I would do without them. I saw their friends two in white briefs, one in red patterned boxers take them off. All different kinds of genitals were bobbing around in my face. I could have easily reached out and touched each one but thought better of it. It would be a long time before I would forget that sight I can tell you. We jumped swam and did all kinds of things for most of the day. I treated everyone to burgers even little Chan who was a vegetarian he got a bean burger. Lots to drink during the day sure helped also. It was late afternoon when we got out and we took our time to get changed. I got to dry everyone hair and get a better view of their bodies. As we started to come home the light was beginning to fall. Paul asked me if his friend could stay over. I did not mind so I asked if Peter's fr! iends wanted to stay also. One could not but Chan wanted to. They called their parents when we got home and it was agreed. I managed to turn the living room into a camp out. Two double sleeping bags were arranged. I also said it was needed for them to take a bath because of the chlorine in the pool. I managed to get a better look at them all after a bath, and then I had two boys in white briefs and my two in green. I sat watching TV while they had crisps and things like that. I was getting an erection every time I saw a bottom through the briefs on the floor. A fight is the normal progression of a stay over so I thought I could see semi erect penises firmly against the front of the briefs. As tomorrow was Sunday I allowed this to go on later than it should have really. But I turned the lights down to encourage sleeping. I saw Paul slip his briefs off in front of them all and lay on his front. This did me no good at all. Chan surprised me by following Paul who was now on his side talking to him. Chan was chubby, his buttocks large and firm, When he turned sideways I could see he was circumcised. P! eter just followed his brother but Andy kept his on. Andy was soon asleep, I watched Peter because he was looking at his brother and Chan with their arms around each other. Chan did not care when Paul caressed his penis. It grew immediately it was touched. Paul was hard now, Peter was getting there watching what his bother was doing to Chan. Paul got on top of Chan beginning to kiss him. Peter was rubbing furiously. I was watching with interest and my erection needed attention. The action between Chan and Paul got hotter and hotter. Peter was still looking when he suddenly ejaculated spraying it over his sleeping friend. Andy was covered in splashing of sperm. I passed a box of tissues to Peter whom very carefully wiped Andy clean. I grabbed both Paul and Chan telling them to use my bed. They scooted off quickly I went after Peter fell asleep to see what was happening. Both of them were in bed sitting up. "Dad you want to come and join us?" What I had with Paul and Peter was very special. Did I want to take this out of the hous! e? I said I would stay for a while. I lay there while Chan and Paul got together. Each was wanking the other. Kisses aside they did enjoy rubbing their cock against each other's. Soon I was involved. Paul got on top of me and Chan got on Paul's back. He was clearly inside Paul. I reached at full stretch to grab Chan's buttocks. I pulled him against Paul I knew he had entered when he was thrusting on his own; the rhythm was quick and hard. I did not know Paul had cum until I felt the warm sperm spreading across me. Chan said something, sat up, and two small squirts shot across Paul's back. I took a small bit with a finger and tasted it. I shivered because I had tasted sperm from a boy other than my son's. Chan lay down while Paul got to work on my cock. Chan was not awake when I filled Paul's mouth. He never lost a drop even the kiss after was void of sperm. He had taken the lot. During the night I did get the chance to feel Chan's body. It was smooth and soft. In the places that muscle's were suppose to be there were and not a single hair just like Paul. I touched his Penis. It grew straight away in my fingers. I thought about trying to hug him but my hand was filled with the sleeping Chan's sperm. I tasted more than a drip this time but thought it best to use Paul's bed to get some sleep. I had all the boys awake at 7am wanting to go out for breakfast. Wearily we went and I dropped them all off at there homes. Chan's Mum thanked me because they had been packing the night before to move back to Tokyo. What a way to say goodbye. Chan was a regular visitor at Paul's Nan's house so they were old friends. Sunday was a quiet day thank goodness because we were told at 5pm to be at courthouse 1 the next day. I had been worried all night thinking how soon this had come about. I did not sleep well at all. I had to look in on Paul and his dreams for most of the night to. We did not eat. Paul was sick. All the things you associate with nerves. As we got to the court Paul was like glue never letting me go at any time. I was allowed to sit at the back of the court with Peter when Paul was called. They asked him what had happened. He was precise and firm when he spoke going through every detail. He spoke for an hour talking about all the bad things that had happened. Peter was shaking as his brother spoke. I did hold him tight but I could see he was more worried for his brother than I was. Max kept staring at Paul. The policeman stood in his range of vision so Paul could not see him. At the end he was allowed a drink before Max's lawyer stood up. His questions were all geared on one thing. Paul was lying because of what happened to his parents. After 2 hours Paul was sniffing every time! he was spoken to. "Paul I put it to you that Max never hurt you. Because you had to do as you were told and almost never did you resented him." I almost got up to shout but thought better of it. Peter was looking at his brother all the time. "Paul it was not possible for Max to do those thing because you would have told your parents if he had hurt you. Did you tell them? Paul nodded. "Yes well as they are dead we cannot ask them if its true can we." The policeman asked for a break. The judge asked Max's lawyer if he had more questions. "Just 1 your honour. Paul, would Max have done anything bad and your parents not have found out?" "Yes, Yes, Yes." I looked at Paul but he was looking at me. "He stuck his thing in my mouth and made me suck it till I was sick. His thing has scar like my back look." It was Peter shouting he lifted his shirt showing everybody in court. There was uproar. The judges call a stop to the case. I for the first time found out that it was not only Paul t! hat Max had abused. After an hour it was requested that Max be examined to prove the scar was or was not there. Max's lawyer changed his plea to Guilty. I took the boys to lunch Mrs Stein knew where we were. She came to tell me that Max was going to prison for 12 years. A woman was with Mrs stein. She spoke to the boys "Thank you for what you did. My son will be safe now." The boy who had been taken and abused did not have to appear. Paul and Peter had killed off one of their most powerful nightmares. I hoped that in time it would only ever be a faded memory. Mrs Stein said we would have to report back to the court in 1 weeks time. I could live with that. I told her that I would be taking time off work and taking the boys away for a week to get over there ordeal. "Good idea." "The beach house?" said Paul. I nodded. It was still warm enough to take the trip. I wanted to reward them for their bravery. I also gave them each a chain with a cross on to keep them safe... Comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com The show must go on; chapter 8 another opening another show; We had become closer since the court. The boys had spoken to Nan and Aunt both helped them recover.