Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 08:28:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Story Writer Subject: Adam Dancer Chapter Four WARNING: This story is fiction and any name element or place in this story are drawn totally from my own imagination. If you have a problem with material like this then please do not read it. The chapters include homosexual explorations by young boys. If you are too young to be reading these stories then please leave and return when you are of age. Comments are welcomed I can be reached at feestyoreayes@yahoo.com Chapter Four Albert and Marvin "Now boys, don't get mad at me for butting in, but I want to check out Adam's dance program before I go along with both of you taking lessons. I have offered, over and over to take you both to a licensed dance school." Mavis Green scared her twin thirteen year old sons when she drove and swiveled her head, facing her sons who were belted up in the back seat of the black Volvo sedan. Albert and Marvin were twin brothers. They wondered if they had done anything besides going to the toilet, without Mom's supervision. Maybe it was because they were adopted from Romania in a very difficult tug of war with the bureaucrats in Bucharest. Perhaps it was the developmental delays that had to be overcome, a product of an orphanage, described in the kindest terms as a cold warehouse for unwanted children. "Mama, please stop worrying. All we want is to learn the basics of dances so we can stop dreading dances. It is enough of a problem for us that we are so small and look like boys ten years old at the best." Albert tried to be diplomatic, fighting the urge to just scream. "You will never be big fellows. I love you both just the way you are, so bright and good-looking, but Mama worries a lot because you both were very sickly boys for quite a while." "I know Mama." Marvin chimed in. "But if, after talking to Adam and Adam's Mama, you don't like what you find we will not spend our money on lessons." "I am impressed with Adam, boys. He is right about how painfully uncomfortable it is for boys, lining up on the walls at dances, wishing they were someplace else." "Marvin and I want to be popular with girls. We are not going to be jocks, unless you mean horse jockeys." Albert said with a laugh. ********************************************************************** Adam's Mom was not going to be able to meet with Mrs. Green in person, but Mavis and her sons sat in Adam's living room as a pleasant female voice talked to them on the speaker phone. She gave a little history of Adam's dance training and professional roles with the San Francisco Ballet and their school. "I am very proud of Adam for reaching out to boys here, Mrs. Green. Adam is taking some classes locally, but is a little disconnected from dance. This project of his is purely for fun and friendship. He is charging what amounts to a token fee for him and the girls who will instruct in popular ballroom dancing styles. He is a very motivated dancer who sees how dance helps kids learn discipline and self-confidence." Mrs. Green was impressed by Adam's Mom, but it was the boy and Greta who stole her heart. Adam took the Greens down to his large basement studio. He seated them across from the mirrored wall and then disappeared. Suddenly the room was immersed in a soft golden light, accompanied by an audio fanfare and a fast tango. Adam and Greta astonished the boys with a flowing and sensual dance, full of precision and impressive technique. They segued into a waltz, then a samba followed by some rock and hip hop. The Green boys applauded enthusiastically, knowing that these were not a couple of mediocre instructors. When Mrs. Green made a special request for classical ballet, Adam stunned even Greta with a very emotional and pensive dance to a recording of the Rachmaninov Vocalise played on the piano. Even without special lighting and costumes (he wore ballet slippers and shorts), it was compelling and quite magic. The boys fought back tears, but their Mama was not so successful. "Please teach us to dance, Adam," Marvin asked in a voice quite choked up. He got a nod of approval from Adam and from their mother. "Mama, could you go on home now? Albert and I can take it from here with Adam." Marvin's voice calmly made this request, but his expressive green eyes begged. Mavis Green stood up reluctantly, always the protector. She held some deep fears about her dearest loves, her adopted boys who gave special meaning to her life. It was difficult for her to even come to terms openly with herself about a certain fear. She was frightened of the prospect of her innocent little boys being homosexual. And she was uneasy about the influence of the adorable and talented little ballet dancer named Adam. She was certain that Adam was homosexual. But how on earth, she admitted, will being protective of the beautiful twins change what is not a choice, but a genetic destiny. "Thank you, Adam for that wonderful example of your love of dance." Mavis Green began. "Clearly, this is going to be a good experience for Albert and Marvin, so I will leave you to figure out the details without me." The twin boys beamed as they stood next to Adam and Greta, watching their Mama drive off. Greta, realizing that there might need to be some candid boy talk, patted each tiny boy on the head and rode off on her bike. As Adam led the extremely cute twin boys back into the house he realized that these kids were serious about learning to dance. He wondered why they hadn't gone the typical route via a dance studio. He also wondered how on earth they could be thirteen years old when they looked like, at the oldest, fifth graders. "Adam, do you mind if Marvin and I ask you some really personal questions?" Albert said with his charming middle European accent. He was sitting on Adam's left, on a living room sofa, smiling gently as the boys flanked the dancer. "First, Albert, you and Marvin have to promise to keep what we share here confidential, because school gossip can be horrible." "There is already gossip, Adam. Marvin and I have not had it easy. Even though living in America has been a blessing, what happened to us before we were rescued by Mama has set us back. Sometimes people think that if you are little and kind to people, you are somehow homosexual." Albert's intense look was in counterbalance to the surface impression of fragility. "Please tell me what happened to you when you were in Europe, boys. I want to understand who you are and what you are like. I also want to be open with you about myself." The softness of Adam's voice emphasized his hope that the lovely brothers would be comfortable in becoming friends with him. Albert nodded to Marvin for permission to share deep and horrible secrets. A nod signaled assent to providing a narrative: We were born thirteen years ago in the Black Sea city of Constanta. The country of Romania is both beautiful and hideous. It sings and dances and it hides dark pits of horror, pretending that all is well now since the death and execution of Nicolae Ceausescu. Our birth mother was one of six children in a very poor family headed by a dockworker. We are told that she had an affair with a university student, whose parents denounced him and his girlfriend when she discovered she was pregnant. Our mother gave birth to us August 15, 1994. She was only seventeen, exiled from her family and desperate. I do not know if she shed tears for us as she gave us over to the government. We were taken to a living hell of an orphanage in Histria, absurdly surrounded by tourist attractions. I do not know if this fragile girl, alone on the streets, ever had a moment of joy and love, but I do know that our mother was found dead in the Basarab underground Station, in Bucharest. She died of some sort of undiagnosed fever, made worse by her addiction to sniffing paint and glue. Being twins may have saved our lives, or anyway kept us from sinking into a zombie-like way of life. We slept and lived in a shared crib, where we developed our own strange language, which contained token words occasionally heard from the voices of our indifferent caretakers. We learned to play little games together, making toys out of tins and scraps of wood and metal that dislodged from our pathetic crib. We amused ourselves and taught ourselves to laugh and perform the rare songs bored women sang as they gave the floors a cursory mopping. Being physically attractive twin boys in the harsh depths of a Romanian orphanage earned us extra scraps of food from women who still harbored a maternal instinct. Unfortunately, men who worked there used food as a reward for sexual cooperation. I cannot remember the first time we had our penises played with, nor when we first sucked on an adult penis for a scrap of meat. But there were a parade of men who had little feelings for us, except as vessels for their ejaculations. We were not preyed upon by rapists, because we were quite capable screamers, maybe better described as shriekers. Because of our feistiness, we were never buggered by any men We also received affection from strange sources. When we were five years old, Costica, a twelve year old son of the building's carpenter came into the room to find a lost tool. He seemed a gentle sort who hated going into our ward, which reeked of terrible odors of body waste. He was astonished to hear little orphans prattling on to one another. He got close to us and realized he understood perhaps one word in a hundred that our high little voices expressed. He learned our Romanian names, I was Calin and Marvin was called Rica, and addressed us by name to our astonishment. It was further astonishing that this sweet little boy could tell us apart. Costica took us out of the institution for impromptu outings, often to a park or the astonishing beach. For us, I was like going into another exciting world. Our favorite moments were drinking tea with Costica as he sang to us or told us stories. Such a simple pleasure, never even contemplated in our dreams. In this way, we learned our native language, filtered through the teachings of an illiterate but wise boy. Each time Costica took us out of a children's hell, he managed to bathe us and shampoo our ragged and unruly hair, making us look quite a bit less feral. He dressed us in his family's hand-me-downs for our jaunts. Sadly, our dear Costica had to strip us of our civilized clothing when we were returned. Costica's motives were not exactly pure when he first took us out. He was a self-taught artist, who did impressive work in ink and pencil sketches. He wanted nude male models to help him improve his skills at graphically portraying the young male form, which he preferred. Most of our posing was done outdoors in secluded places. He thought we were quite beautiful. Often, he put us together in innocent poses and more often, he had us pose solo. The first time, he asked Rica to play with his tiny penis to make it erect. Rica got bored, allowing his penis to go soft, which set Costica to try to stimulate my brother. It was not forced nor harsh, so I was not alarmed when Costica lay Rica on his back on the lush grass and bent to suck Rica's soon to be erect penis. We were terribly naïve, assuming this is what boys who are friends do for one another. In my five year old mind, I saw it as casual and sweet, far different from the grunting and ejaculating men we performed fellatio upon. In our shared crib, Rica and I got in the ritual of a goodnight kiss and cuddle. We would end the ritual with fellatio, learning from trial and error that we could suck one another's penis at the same time. It was a rudimentary form of expressing affection. Our primitive libidos were not products of deep thought. At age five we still coveted closeness with females of our age, but, alas, we had not opportunities. Our only overt teacher of socialization was our dear little twelve year old homosexual friend, Costica. One very wonderful day, Costica sped into our ward with fresh and lovely shirts, trousers, socks and shoes. He was almost hyperventilating as he washed off our faces and bodies and dressed us in this new finery. We suddenly looked quite attractive and civilized when Costica put us near a window, turning us until he liked how the golden light played gently across our faces. He found a white sheet and secured it to his portable drawing easel. He was determined to use the sheet to get lighter shadows on the sides of our faces away from the window. We had no idea where Costica got the splendid camera, but we discovered, from Mama, that Costica was taught to photograph candidates for adoption. He was a gifted photographer, and quite capable of processing film and creating prints. Costica wheedled his way into the affections of the institution's main adoptions bureaucrat by flirting with him and ultimately submitting to anal intercourse with the man. This is how the boy got his photography job and access to the photography equipment. Costica became our secret advocate, luring the administrator into telling him about an American couple seeking a boy to adopt. Costica had memorized the names of the American couple. They were in room 307 in the Hotel Royal, scheduled to visit the institution the next day. He was desperate enough to flirt with a hotel guest who seemed to understand both English and Romanian. He knew the man coveted his young male body by the way he eyed Costica's bottom. "Hey little boy, are you a guest here?" the man said rudely. "No sir. I need a favor from you, though." The twelve year old said with a tremble in his voice. The man agreed to write the boy a note to accompany our picture, in exchange for some sex. Costica tried to act aroused, but his soft penis precluded the man fellating Costica. Instead, Costica gave the man from Canada a blowjob and received the man's penis in his anus. That evening, the Greens found an envelope slid under the hotel room door. "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Green. The boys in the photograph live in the orphanage. They are the brightest and most loving of all the boys in the place. Please ask to see twin brothers Rica and Calin. They are five years old and know lots of songs." "Oh Brett, these boys are beautiful. They seem alert and relatively healthy." "Mavis, these government bastards may have their agendas, but I suspect someone decent slipped this note to us. Let's pretend ignorance and say we were wondering if they had twins." Brett had a tough time not breaking out into tears. The next morning Mavis developed a surprisingly friendly rapport with the woman who was guiding them through the book of photographs. Mavis learned that being socially deferential reduced barriers. "I was wondering Helga. We worry about boys feeling lonely, so do you have any young twins?" Mavis thought she gave a good opening. "Mrs. Green. We have twin boys, but they may be too old." Helga responded. "Our photographer took a picture of Calin and Rica." The wiry, middle-aged woman found the picture that the Greens had already seen. "Ah," said Brett. "They are lovely boys. They look to be younger. How is their health?" "They are healthy boys, Mr. Green. Costica here can go get them, if you wish." Costica, of course was a step ahead of everyone, having bathed and groomed my brother Rica and me. The little boys were sitting patiently in the wood shop, Enjoying the smell of the lumber and the taste of biscuits supplied by Costica's father, Ernst. Mama and Papa swept us off our feet, falling instantly in love with us. We were on a flight to San Francisco within the month, where a battery of medical tests told our new parents that we were bright, friendly and basically healthy. We were very undernourished and our physical development was delayed. We were going to be quite short. Little did we know that puberty might occur when we were in college. "Man, you guys are wonderful and amazing!" Adam enthused. I can see you jerks are hetero, damn it." Adam said with a grin. "Yes, we are, Adam, but I think we both were not a bit hurt by having Costica give us blowjobs. We both like you a lot but think you deserve gay boys with a little more hanging between their legs." "You both are sweet, but I doubt if I will ever suck your cocks, because most of the sexual excitement I get from going down on a boy is making him feel good." "We are still virgins with girls, Adam. We may be tiny, but we are amazingly horny. This is why we want to be real good dancers." Marvin explained. "Do you still suck each other off?" Adam asked. "We hate to jerk off, so yeah we still blow each other. It is sort of like sucking your own penis." Albert said with no sense of shame. "Wow, sucking your own penis! Now what limber dancer do you suppose can suck his own dick?" Adam said with a grin that made his beautiful eyes seem to light up. "Not! You are such a liar!" Marvin said, realizing that he and Albert got within half a tongue's length one boring night. "Want a demonstration?" Adam generously offered. "What do you expect in return?" Marvin asked cautiously. "Just give me a standing ovation!" Adam yelped. They may not have been gay, but the Green boys were quite curious about Adam's claim to being able to suck his own penis. The boys trooped up to Adam's bedroom in what one could describe as haste. "Adam, you are such a cool guy!" Albert offered as they all sat on Adam's ridiculously huge bed. "I like how we can be so open with each other, "It works both ways. I really am flattered that you risked telling me about your lives in Romania." Adam quickly stripped, tossing his shirt, shorts and undies on top of Yosemite Sam and Tweety Pie. He lay on his back, stretching his legs and back until he was ready. The audience was still dubious about Adam blowing himself, because they saw that Adams erect penis was actually marginally smaller than their circumcised stiffies. Adam placed his hands on his hips and lifted his torso, until it was over his face. Adam held the cheeks of his little bottom and pushed, letting gravity work for him. His knees straddled his head as the tiny erection closed in on his now open mouth. Two European boys gasped as Adam's penis head entered his mouth. "The Eagle has landed!" he blurted before starting to lick the glans of his own penis. His lips surrounded the penis head and a little of the shaft. It was too painful to pump his penis in and out, so the stimulation of sucking and licking would have to be used to induce an orgasm. Oddly, playing exhibitionist to two very cute straight boys added mightily to his sexual excitement. He did not have the opportunity to look at Albert and Marvin, but perhaps they might be a tad bisexual, judging by their erect cocks which stretched the front of their shorts. Adam licked the clear natural lubricant liquid from the slit that oozed more than usual, suggesting that Adam was soon going to have semen with more substance and certainly more sperm. The Green boys surprised Adam by gently caressing his ribs and back. They were not amused or shocked as much as flattered that Adam would allow them to witness such a very intimate form of self- stimulation. They almost yielded to the desire to cheer and applaud when Adam ejaculated into his own mouth, but instead kissed this darling little friend on his facial cheeks as he let his throbbing penis rest in his now passive mouth. Albert insisted on giving the sexually sated, but back-weary boy a back massage. This was very pleasant for Adam, helping the lumbar muscles relax. When Albert and Marvin left Adam's home, they had won the opportunity to learn to dance. Adam have stolen their hearts in the bargain. Comments sent to feestyoreayes@yahoo.com are welcome.