Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2001 16:21:11 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
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.

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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

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