Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2001 19:33:18 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: the show must go on part 2

This story is from my imagination. It's not real but I am sure most of us
would be happy to be in this situation. Its content is about man and boy/s
sexual acts. It is a love story, which has a life of its own. If you object
to this as much as you did the first chapter please leave.

In some countries its illegal to have material of this kind so please do
check. I have the copy right of the show must go on so If you wish to use
this for any reason contact me for permission first. Any pay sites the
answer is no, sorry.

Many thanks to the several emails I have had already and they're various
descriptive contents. I was encouraged by one (Name withheld) which said."
I wish I could sing a song that good. What happened next?") Well your wish,
as the many others who asked the same question, is my command.

Any comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com Flames will be snuffed but genuine
thought will be welcomed.


					The show must go on.

					Part 2


	The title of the story was very true to me now. So often had I
never had any happiness for what I was doing that as you know I lost a lot
of jobs. University had changed that but mostly the work at the
schools. Then of course there was Paul. It clear you really do not want to
know about the mousy haired smooth skinned young lad. Fighting of puberty
because of guilt and unclarity. You know about the scar but it was me who
had a lot to deal with. A heterosexual, yes I can spell it, man who loved
girls. I had a shock by loosing my last girl friend 2 years back then I met
Paul. Every feeling I had with the girl I lost came back just like a
stampede. I checked on the pamphlets social services had give me to see if
my name was in them or a description of people who were like me. Not a
thing.
	 I carried on with the school job but now with experience I was the
real dirty old man. On one day I had a hand on a boy who was helping us do
a play at his school when instead of would you like to see my puppies. I
allowed myself to forgo the script and ask various things that threw my
other fellow artists. "You want to be my friend? I can see that your not
getting many friends so I will if you want." Okay very risky but what would
have been more dangerous is if I took his hand and walked through the door
never to have come back. Hey time travel. I would have got him back before
saying "should he have done that?" I knew the shouting off by heart and
even the questions that followed. I always forgot my hat on a cheeky headed
youngster but almost everyone brought it back then had to go.
	I did start to loose the commitment I first had but as I got home
no matter what time Paul was there inside waiting for me with a real
effortless meal and a soft drink. The meal was like a slice of bread with 2
lettuces leaves half tomato half cooked bacon then another slice of
bread. There you had it the genuine BLT sandwich but the eyes said I did
try. Nan had set a tomato but Paul got hungry so ate half. What could you
say? Salad was the thing he ate all the time especially in the
summer. Almost the middle of June and the weather like August. I would
still find him refreshing and almost every day find something about him
that fascinated me. Nan was concerned because Paul had started to go out
without his shirts on exposing his body scar and all to the air. People
would stare so she worried he would get upset because she remembered that
she could never bathe him when he was young without a shirt on because of
embarrassment. I tried to reduce her fears by walking home with h!  im one
day shirtless and hand on shoulder it rested near the scar. As we got to
his house and Nan's face popped out I would say he should watch the sun on
the scar. "Thanks" I got a hug then so did Nan.
	We both did not realise that the sun was doing a bit of
regeneration itself. The scar that was so prominent before was attaining
the same colour brown that his back had achieved without the shirt. One
afternoon at the weekend Nan came rushing to me in tears. "Come quick." We
did not go far but we saw Paul was without a shirt playing with 2 other
boys. The tears were of happiness. The boy was becoming a normal happy
lad. Even the scuffed and cut knees followed.  I invited Paul and his Nan
to lunch on Sunday. We went to a restaurant. This was all new to them but I
could have just sat looking at Paul because I was so full up with the love
I had for him that nothing else seem to matter.
	The first person to throw up after that comment, never mind. It was
a wonderful time .I was full and Nan gave a slight belch, so say it's a
sign of contentment, well she most certainly was. The waitress asked if we
needed the sweet trolley. Nan said loudly no as her dress was too tight
already. I never had a sweet. The waitress then said "Oh sorry and what
about your son I bet he could eat Ice cream?" Paul looked at Nan smiled
then said to me "Can I dad?" Well the laughter really broke the ice between
us all. Paul almost ate the whole sweet trolley, so Nan slid some cash to
me to make a contribution. I told her to keep it and treat herself. It was
pleasant afternoon so we took a slow walk home and Paul came to my house to
allow Nan to rest a bit as she liked that after a big meal.
	I had just got the door shut when Paul threw off his shoes and
socks, shirt came opened and he vaulted into my arms. "Dad that was so
nice." I carried him to my room so I could change. I had to agree that
without shoes and socks on, shirt off it was so much more comfortable. I
looked at him lying upon the bed and decided it would be good to be with
him. Paul undid his trousers but lay there looking for me to do the rest. I
was in slow motion as I held the zip pulling it down to the bottom. I
managed with his help to slip the trousers down over his feet but folded
them up and put on the chair. There was Adonis. Although he favoured
underwear were boxers I hoped one day to see him in a pair of Midi briefs
of a bright colour. Today I had tight boxers that were to small for him but
the colour orange was not yet faded. The kissing was something normal
between us now that was until we were in this position when our passions
ran stronger than ever.  Our lips kissed and became glued !  together,
which was heaven. As I touched his body I could feel the small beginning of
spots that I tried to follow with my finger as I would a dot-to-dot
picture. 14 in all from the nape of the neck to the bend in one knee. His
nipples were like rubber suckers the tips so easy to pinch causing a gasp
sending hopeful thought that I had given him as much pleasure as he gave
me. I was going to put my hand inside his boxers to touch his penis but
came upon a button that was screaming to be opened. So with little effort
it opened allowing what felt like relief escape from inside him. A further
2 more buttons needed opening before a penis almost upright to his belly
button was released. I did not go much for size but I had a real hand
full. I rose up enough to slide down what I had opened throwing them across
the floor. With a knee up I caressed between his legs cupping the sack
containing the every growing marbles. Different audible noises
indescribable forced out from deep inside !  him. The tip of his penis was
wet with happy juice and I wanted it to last forever.  Three fingers and a
thumb forced the skin up and down allowing the head to pop out from the
retractable skin.  A groan of one tone broke the ever-different noises and
I saw the white nectar spring forth in a slow gentle dribble until it
covered my fingers and his body part I was touching. A final kiss allowed
him to squeeze against me so that the remaining drips left him and stuck to
me so that I would have a remembrance until it was washed away.
	Sleep is common after sex but I was still worked up. Laying face
down sleeping deeply was Paul exhausted from the climax I had been
perfecting over the last month. I stripped down to rest beside my love but
the pressure was just too much. My own erection was aching so much even
after I had rested it against hum also allowing my leg to go on top of his
buttocks. Paul never moved but I did I climbed across him gentle opening
his legs. My fingers found the hole still pink but larger than normal dame
and easy to penetrate with 1 then 2 fingers. Why I still cannot say but I
moved so that my penis was against his hole. A gentle push was all that was
needed and I was in. not just in but all the way. Seven pushes followed by
the same number of pulls were all that it took until I was cummin. I tried
to not collapse but I just gave way. My penis was buried deep spasms 1
after another. Just one deep sound of satisfaction. Oh that came from Paul.
	I never did sleep I watched Paul. I was clean but I could see my
sperm trying to control the hole it was resting in but every now and again
a bubble came forth and a trickle ran down between his legs and my finger
caught it putting it back where it had been. The light began to fall and I
had called to find out pails home time. It was about an hour so I had to
wake him. Paul was so happy and never wanted to move. We both knew that he
did though. I asked him if he would let me dress him. It was the first time
that I could tell the small boy was leaving him because the comment of "I'm
not a baby." I know I really did know.
	Paul today learned a lesson that was not really there to learn. He
had the ability to hurt people. Dressed he came to me letting his upset
show. "I am sorry I did not mean it. Of course you can dress me as you can
undress me anytime. It sounded so silly that's all but next time I want you
do anything you want. I will make it up to you. He began to cry and left.
	Now this is when all sorts of things went through my mind. Paul why
are you crying?" pause. "Oh I did not let him dress me after we had sex Nan
and he is upset now." So I was feeling guilty and today I never had
thoughts like I had before today. The phone rung. I was slow picking it
up. "Hello I wanted to thank you for a wonderful day. Paul was so tired you
must have a way of doing something I have been trying for almost 5
years. He even went to have a bath without me asking him so he could have
an early night. Thanks again. Bye.
	I replaced the receiver and sat down allowing my tears to flood out
in either happiness or because I had not been found out. I showered and
spent to long standing there that my skin wrinkled. I did not bother with a
towel after I was dry but when I went to get into bed there upon the pillow
where the orange boxers Paul had been wearing. That night I masturbated
into them while thinking it would have been better to masturbate over the
boy who had been wearing them. I did sleep well after that and was awake
just in time to get ready for another day at the schools.
	Today's school was a very posh school. It was a fee-paying
school. We had 70 children all watching us. I really did not want to
perform but gritted my teeth and went back to the old routine. Today was
different with lots of children asking many different questions. Most
logical some silly, that happens, but 1 or 2 worrying.  Two boys brothers
asked why it was wrong for men to take and do things we said were
wrong. The leaflets did not give enough information. While the others tried
there best the head teacher called me to say we had got a very tough
audience. She was not wrong. We were given the green light to go into
specifics if that was part of our act. We spoke at break and decided to
play it by ear and get clearer with the answers. The same 2 boys asked
questions again so the supervisor of our group was very strict telling them
that if they ever did go with someone what might happen. Talking sex was
not part of the act but it became a success. Only one question remained !
un-answered "What if someone did something and you did not mind?" we had no
means to answer that. We talked about how hard it was when the boy who
asked the most questions knocked bringing my hat back. He said thank you
and he had enjoyed it. He was please that his questions were answered being
he was only 11. Wiping off the greasepaint I remarked that I did not
understand how anyone his age would let an adult do "Weird things" to
him. He said he had a friend who did and would never want to stop. I did
not ask any more but just said "well if it happens you have to decide one
thing before. You either don't do it or do it but never ever tell even if
it's not nice after all you have choose this to happen. " "Thanks for
telling me that." He did help me carry my bag and I left.
	We did have to make certain rules now that if questions like that
came up we would leave it to the school to discuss. We told each school but
never got questions like that again. The week went by with our plays taking
the form of pantomimes. They went down and all the children seem to
understand. I had not heard from Paul all week. I did not want to call
thinking it best to wait for him. On my way home I saw boys clothing
store. I took a chance and went in buying some new shorts, socks, 2 shirts
and 3 pairs of underwear. 2 midi briefs. 1 red, 1 turquoise and a pair of
blue boxers with the name Paul around the waistband.
	I got in to find a message on my answer phone. It was Nan. I went
straight round too see her. She was in a state. Her sister had taken a fall
and needed help. She wanted to go but Paul could not go because it was a
nursing home. She wanted to go as soon as she could for 5 days. Paul also
had a week of exams. Well Paul was not mad about the idea but agreed to
stay with me till Nan came back. I got Nan a return ticket on the next
plane out. She had never flown but it was best she get there quick. Paul
packed and we got Nan into a cab and she was gone. Before we left Paul said
he could stay on his own. I asked him if I had done anything to hurt him he
never answered just got his bag and closed and locked the door.
	On the way to my house I had the thought that all good things come
to an end. Paul never said a word. He chose food and ordered it by
phone. While waiting I sat in front of him. "Paul the last time I loved
anyone like I love you I lost them. I never saw them again. I love you and
we will always be friends. If you want to stop please lets stay friends I
will try all I can to help you." I gave him the bag saying thanks for being
a special friend.
	Paul took the bag and put it with his taking through to the spare
room. The spare had never been used and it had never come up. The other 3
rooms were full of stuff to use at the schools. Tonight I opened a bottle
of wine. I took a large glass quickly but sat with the second one
thinking. "They are all new. I have never had new things before." I looked
at him and said "I never had someone like you so we both had a treat. Food
arrived and we cleared up. Paul said he wanted to shower so got him a towel
and left him to it. About 30 minutes Paul came in wearing the new
clothes. He looks fantastic. Everything fitted perfectly. He stood in front
of me parading as if he were a model. It was one very special thing I had
done that day.
	We sat watched television. Paul asked if he could bring a friend
over he made to help him prepare for the exams. I agreed because even
though I could act education was never a good thing when I was young.
	It got late. I asked Paul about his bedtime. He said 9-30pm or
earlier if he was tired. It was almost that now so suggested he get
ready. I made a hot drink coming back to see him still watching
television. I made the choice that drink teeth and bed for him. Well all
done but at 10 he was still sitting next to me. I told him bed but he said
he could not. I asked why but the answer I got I did not expect. "I need
help to undress so I will wait until you do it. Please." I must have almost
killed him. I hugged him so tight that I was in tears and I did not know
what to do. He wiped my eyes and lifted his arms to allow me to take off
the new shirt. I folded it putting it on a chair. I had not seen him all
week. He did not move as I undid the belt around his shorts. The popper
cracked open like a whip. The zip was hard being new to undo. As the shorts
slipped to the floor. I sat back and gasped there was my love in the
turquoise briefs. "I have never had this kind before. I tol!  d him over
and over again just how beautiful he was. I could not help myself because I
stroked him held him and touched the bulge in his briefs. "Go on the rest."
I gently lowered the briefs until his penis erect sprang out pointing at
me. Paul took his clothes and said goodnight with a kiss. I cleared up went
to undress but found a lump in the bed. Pails eyes looked at me. He said he
would feel better here. Lights out I stripped to climb into bed. Paul
rushed me I hugged him. His final word was sorry before he fell asleep. I
had got him back I masturbated over him that night. I wished he would wake
to see and feel it. Even me cleaning it off him never made him move and we
both drifted into a very deep sleep.
	I was up quite early letting Paul sleep away. He got up at 10am his
hair was all over the place. Naked he hugged me and he said he needed
dressing. I laughed and got him dressed in clothes he had packed to keep
the others for when Nan had got home. He insisted on the briefs so that's
all I did briefs and a tracksuit. Trainers on he asked about his friend. He
called and his friend said yes. "You can stay the night if you want?" I of
course talked to mum who was fine about it. She did not want to take
advantage." Well videos and junk food I guess but you had to get the
homework done.
	30 minutes later a knock, Paul answered. And another boys voice
could be heard. Paul shouted, "Dad Neil's mum wants a word." I saw this
woman very posh but nice as well thanking me for my hospitality. It was
fine but number in case of problem I could have done without. Hands shook I
went to get the boys a drink. I then came face to face with the boy from
the school. He knew me and I knew him. Neil looked at Paul saying, "is this
the man?" Paul laughed. It was all made clear. Paul met Neil and had been
playing. Mum told Neil to not talk to strangers. Well Paul said he did once
and now he was no stranger. The questions got round to what strangers did
and of course Paul told Neil what had happened and how great it was. Neil
asked at school because what Paul had told him confused him a lot.
	I told Paul he should not have said anything. Neil told me he would
not tell because Paul was his friend. While they did homework about flags
and countries I could tell Neil was very clever he managed to put all the
countries and flags in such a way that even I learned them from
listening. Lunch was burger and chips things the boys never had being junk
food but it would be our secret. That afternoon Neil began to ask what Paul
did with me. I cringed at every word and wished it could have been our
secret. I left them to be taking a glass of wine from the opened and
re-corked bottle from yesterday. I have to admit we had a good time after
the work was done and at 8pm each decided to bath and get ready for bed. So
much whispering went on that I just ignored it. Until Paul asked if Neil
could sleep with us in the big bed. Now logically the answer had to be no
but the wine made my tongue say yes but only if he never told anyone where
he slept. As bedtime came Paul asked me to undr!  ess him. I did and
watched Neil look intensely at what we did. We got to the briefs and Neil
asked me to undress him. I lost it all then. I took his tracksuit off and
his tee shirt leaving him in white briefs. They both headed for bed while I
did the last bit of clearing up. As I entered the room both boys were
kissing which did surprise me. I turned lights off and undressed. I keep my
boxers on. Brought a pair for the hell of it. Both boys went either side of
me. As my arm went around each of them I could feel naked bodies. Both had
removed their briefs and were now tugging at my boxers to get them off as
well.
	Boxers off and so did the covers. Paul played with the hair on my
chest but Neil gentle touched my penis that shot to attention. I could feel
to healthy cocks rubbing against me but managed to get the arm around them
to go inside grasping each of the erections that were so hot to hold. Paul
pulled the light switch that let both boys to see my erection. They each
had a hand around me .one at the top one at the girth. I could feel Paul
was excited and the head of the penis was wet with expectation. Neil's was
different. Not as long but thick with tufts of hair either side at its
base. The rest of him was as smooth as a baby. I had to stop there touching
because the way I was feeling it would have been easy to cover both boys
and ceiling all at once. I moved so that both boys were on their backs. I
touched each of them, coaxing their erection to the heights they had never
felt before. Neil jumped as Pails semen squirted forth this time covering
my hand .two further squirts hit N!  eil and he was using his finger to
draw circles in it. I let go of Paul and maybe it was the wine but I did
not hesitate when I bent forward to engulf Neil's erection with my
mouth. Many ahhs echoed through the room as Neil let forth at speed sperm
more copious than Paul. It hit my throat I swallowed a taste of sweet salt
and baby boy. I kept just enough to share with Paul until they both
collapsed from the exhaustion. I lie between them feeling happy that the
smiles they both had were from happiness and not wind. Neil took this
chance to kiss me while Paul lowered his lips onto my pole. As it slipped
in Neil joined him. His kiss so sweet he was trying to suck me as well. It
did not last long because I never had chance to warn them both and erupted
covering both boys faces in thick sperm. They both tried to lick off as
much as they could then licked each others face even hair to clear what I
had deposited on their faces a few minutes back. Seeing them kiss each
other brought a!  n aftershock within me and I started to drip more sperm
over my chest.
	 Paul saw this and sat across me letting my still semi erect penis
slide inside him. Neil took the chance even though never having done things
like this before sat either side of my head. I grabbed his small cock in my
mouth and sucked hard. It was then that we all three came I had a mouth
full. I filled Paul and he was just as happy dripping his onto the back of
his friend.
	I have never in my wildest dreams seen, tasted, and smelled pure
sex in boys as I did that night. I lay and watched the boys do it time and
time again. I even kissed Neil to say thank you and Paul tried to stick his
still erect penis inside his friend. It never happens. To tight Paul
said. I was hugged all night. After we had relaxed for a while Neil's made
a comment that could have come from any of us. "Who needs girl when we can
have this."
	The next morning we all showered together. I was able to see both
boys clearly then. Soap helped with a double masturbation then Neil pissed
over Paul. As I shaved I noticed I had a bite on my chest love bite they
call them.  Paul never did it.
	From that moment on if Paul were not free Neil would call. This was
a secret and I stopped worrying. Neil went to a boarding school and so we
saw him less and less but when we did he had saved it all up just to leave
it with us till we saw him again.
	Nan's Sister is fine now she is walking with a frame. Nan loved the
new clothes. She told me," You must make sure Paul does something for you
to pay for you kindness." If she only knew.
	For the summer I had decided to go to the beach for the holiday. I
would rent a house and take the boys if they were free. They were but of
course that's another story.


That's part 2 so to all those who wanted more hope you like it.
There is more so. The show must go on part 3
The beach house
If you want it let me know. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I do
writing. This is one thing a wheelchair cannot stop

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