Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2001 18:17:11 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The show must go on  part 3

This is a story of the imagination. Far from being a single story it's a
series of which go one after another. It contains man boy love and sex so
if it is not your kind of story thanks but leave now.

Many of the laws in certain countries will and do not allow this kind of
story so do please check. The person in the story is not a representation
of the writer in any way but allows thoughts to be explored.

I think most of us would be truthful if we had experiences like the story
within but stories like this are never true life. I thank Nifty for
allowing a platform to show the stories. I have today received 32 emails
all saying mostly the same of "Next please". Some offers of advice and some
that only want tissues. Well if I have made you happy in any way I have
succeeded. Thank you.

Finally I have the copyright so if you wish to use the stories for
non-paying sites then just ask first. Paying sites will be told NO.



					The show must go on.

					Part three:


	Well to start this off I realise I have never told you that much
about me. I was average boy growing up. I suffered from dyslexia plus
several other kinds of exia's that left me unable to read or write. You do
know school was a bad experience so that is why I could never find work or
keep the work that I did get.
	That was until University. Music and Drama, it brought out the
person in me who I never thought existed. With the help of speech finder
and writer on my computer I was able to get to the level of other students
even though I was several years ahead of them.
	Now certain words could describe who I am and where my life is
going. I had a happy heterosexual life. She left almost 3 years
now. Homosexual? I have had to think of that but right or wrong paedophile
keeps popping up. I have got feelings that I had with the girl I once loved
with a boy. Its not that all I want is sex with him, I love him. Paul
wanted sex with me at first and I now believe that feeling has transferred
to me. It's got so strong that I never thought of it as love just sex. You
might think that any boy who popped into Paul's life that I got to know
would be liable to my lust and predatory advances. Drinking tea one morning
I had to ask myself if I was becoming just that? I had been prayed upon not
the other way around. Maybe you see it differently. I was not that clever,
however I did not want Paul for what he could do sexually but because he
wanted me. Does that make sense?
	I bet you will disagree with this. I had a friend who needed a
friend too. Sex was secondary in this relationship. I could talk all day
about the sex we had but what we did for each other as friends that is hard
to share. As with Neil he was Paul's friend and had sex with me. I was a
new toy and realised that if I did not become a favourite toy to have I
would be thrown away just like cartoon dolls after their first few series
had been seen.
	We were coming to the end of the run at the schools. Plans were
already ahead to do a repeat performance about other subjects in the
autumn. I had got the summer off so booked the house at the beach. Secluded
and on a private stretch of the bay, it was a place I had been to many
times to relax. I had offered Paul, with his Nan the chance to go with me
but Nan had made plans already to stay with her sister as she usually did.
Paul however was given the choice. He had to face the ghosts that were
inside him. The caravan, fire and lost lives happened at the beachfront
parks so I could only say I had a house so he had to make up his own
mind. A week to go and no answer as yet but being patient was something I
had gotten use to after all I had to wait so often to hear I had not got
the job.
	One evening Paul came to stay. We had done all our usual thing but
in bed we spoke of the trip. He would like to come but if he did not like
it he had to come home. That was no good for me. I had to tell him that if
he came he would stay beside he was not young anymore he was 12. We hugged
each other knowing that an important stage of our relationship was being
put to the test. We both did sleep even though our minds must have been in
turmoil. The very next morning Paul agreed to come but only if we could do
it at his pace. Paul had a very hard task so agreed without reservation
because I knew I would help him face it.  Nan was happy so we set off a day
before she went just in case Paul was so upset that we would have to
return. I was not going to make him suffer, it may have sound it but I
could never have done that.
	The coach ride there was a nervous one. But as we disembarked Paul
stood glued to the spot listening to the sea. I held his hand tight. Other
people around and I did not care who saw us. One step at a time we moved
getting quicker as he gained confidence. We opened the gate after undoing
the padlocks that held closed the private part of the beach. The house was
as I remembered splendid in its surroundings.  I allowed Paul all the
freedom he needed to take this important step in his own time. It took an
hour but we got to the house. The door opened and heat emptied from inside
hotter than the out. It was the sun that caused the house to be like a
green house. So much glass but by closing the curtains the room darkened,
heat diminished, good job done. I dropped the bags and showed Paul
around. All the rooms were his for the next 4 weeks as well.
	Outside was a small pool that had its own enclosure. I stood in
front of him stripped shouted pool and walked into it. I said pool sorry
more like puddle but is was cool enough for now. I looked at Paul who
dipped his toes into the water. He was still listening to the sea lapping
against the shore. I made it clear that we would not go to the beach till
he was ready. I pointed to the pool saying we could splash about in it till
we wanted to change. Paul quickly changed till he was naked then jumped
in. I was so pleased he felt safe. I held him tight. I did not mean it to
go further but my hugging became stroking and being he was between my legs
it was easy to stroke the tip of his genitals until the word "Up periscope"
had a whole new meaning. I spent longer than usual doing this but the gasps
and groans followed by the droplets of sperm shooting to the top of the
water then slowly sinking to the depths a most wonderful ending to this
time of day.
	He never reciprocated the touching but in that pool I began to let
my whole body believe that what I had was true love. We kissed time and
time again. Till lying on top of each other was normal our lips opened to
let the tongues intermingle with the water and the juices in our mouths.
Holidays are never a time for clocks but my watch at the side of the pool
showed we had been in the pool for more than 2 hours. We could have stayed
longer but hunger pains had precedent at that time. We took it slow to get
dry and dressed. Even the silly thing like wearing nothing but shorts took
us both by surprise. I admired the fact that he had packed some of his
shorts that were much to small for him just for me. Walking to the nearest
food outlet I was sure that everyone was looking at Paul. I know that every
now and again every ridge and blood vessel in his penis was clearly
outlined. Paul had even started to call me dad time and time again. The
word son popped from mine giving us both s!  omething to smile about in our
own private way.
	Italian was the choice. Chicken in rice with a sauce that was
creamy. I did not care one bit that people could see us feeding each other
using the bread sticks given with the meal. It got so late and we walked
back home to the chimes of the town clock at 10pm. "Can we see the beach
tonight?" perhaps he had settled. Perhaps the meal gave him the courage he
needed. I agreed and we just walked to the beach closed the gate locked it
and made our way to the sand hand in hand. I was so surprised to see Paul
go right to the sea kick of his shoes and paddle. I rested on my haunches
watching him. In the moonlight Paul disappeared into the water swimming
out, not to far, then returning. "Its great dad and its still warm." A pair
of wet shorts hit me. His shorts. After about 15 minutes Paul came out of
the water. His body glistened in the moonlight. "Can anyone see me?" "Only
me"
	He was hit with stomach cramps. Do not swim after eating I had even
forgotten. We got back to the house and a gentle rub made the pain go. In
the light we both saw that we had gone red. Quickly the cold cream was
applied to each other even the tip of his penis had caught the sun. Do be
careful when masturbating under the sun. We both slipped into are clearly
happy in each other company. A long kiss goodnight followed by sleep. It
was midday when we woke up, slightly burning from the day before. So a dip
in the pool to try and cool us both down.
	Today we both got each other dressed to explore. I had kept the
shorts from yesterday. Now dry they looked just as good. I asked about
briefs. Paul gave me the choice, none, easy. We did put shirts on and
plenty of cream and had to wait for the erections we caused to go
away. Paul's never looked as though it did. We went through the forest at
the rear of the house planning a picnic for later in the week. We also
found a central spot covered by weeping willows to shade us if things got
to hot. But the beach in daylight was sill too much to deal with for
Paul. At night that was a different matter. W e also managed to try all the
seafood stalls along the promenade trying cockles, shrimps crab but laughed
too much to ask for winkles. Dad and son became regular words we used even
by ourselves, we did not even think too much when we used them either. Late
afternoon we got back and found a letter and a card waiting in the box. A
letter from Nan giving me guardianship over Paul in ca!  se anything
happened to her was a surprise but the birthday card for Paul for his 13th
birthday was a real surprise. I did not even know.
	I went into overtime and a few calls later we went to get some food
earlier than I had told him. It was not as I would have planned but the
birthday cake was good. Paul had never had a cake before or one that he
could remember. But something he never had was the bike that was waiting
for him when we got home. Like any child, now a teenager he wanted to ride
but thought it best in daylight. That night we made love as never
before. Telling each other what we wanted to do and as time passed and
climaxes got closer the language became more common as Paul told me to fuck
him. I did hard and powerfully but cried as he screamed with what was pain
or ecstasy. After I had filled him I could see and hear the bubbling noises
that remained after I had extracted myself from him. Paul was desperate to
do the same to me. Never before had I ever done this but let his tear at my
hole until he screamed as never before. I could feel his seed escape into
me but not just a drip or squirt it was a!
 powerful flood.
	Through that night, it felt as if our love had been consummated for
real we never spoke about it just accepted what happened. I hoped we were a
couple but in the eyes of the law never would be. I abused him, or did I; I
started to think less about the consequences and more about the
future. Almost at the dropping of to sleep stage a voice said. "I am glad
you are my pretend dad because I love you more than I ever did my own." I
saw next to me the boy growing second by second. The scar that worried him
had all but vanished but the love that had vanished come back to life. I
wondered if I was just in the need of sex or had I really become the boy
lover that had been hidden inside me until now?
	The holiday passed on with every day being different. The four
weeks flew by until the last few days' things changed. Paul became
withdrawn. He did not seem his old self. I did of course know he was
feeling an s I did and did not want to go home. The holiday took a turn for
the strange among you. I got a call from Nan. She wanted to look after her
sister permantly. Paul had to finish school. I think you can get the rest.
	That evening I spoke to Paul at length. He was genuinely concerned
about Nan. I told him we could visit so it was a done deal after three
hours of talking. He slept in the spare room that night. I never slept at
all. The next day we went home a day early. There was another letter from
Nan with letters for the school and other people telling them what happened
if they were to ask. I ignored that because getting Paul settled was very
important. A key was enclosed to Nuns place so Paul and I could get his
things. I also had the pay cheque from the theatre. Wow a bonus, I went and
brought a jeep. I can drive but never had the need to until now. It had
been a long time since I did drive and had forgotten it I thought. The
saying that once you learn to ride a bike you never forget was apt here so
I was soon in the swing of things. Paul was impressed. We got his things
and took them home. We did drive for a meal a bath and I read the remaining
letters. One gave me a shock.
	At the time of the accident Paul was so shocked he did not speak
about something very important. He has a brother. Saved but burnt his mind
decided that because his parents died so did Peter. He was eleven and has
only now been asking for him. An aunt looked after him while he was
recovering. To allow Paul time to recover they have been apart for 7 years
now. I had to take this all in, a brother? There was no time like the
present so after his bath and with a hot drink I asked him about Peter. He
coughed and spluttered. "How do you know about him?" I had never seen him
angry I had forgotten that. He screamed and shouted reminding me he had
killed them all. Because of his attitude I slapped him. He was
surprised. Even more so when I told him that Peter was still alive. Paul
came out with I was lying and all other things like that, it was my turn to
scream, "I love you and would never lie read this." I gave him the letter
and stormed out of the room. I unpacked but the tears of!
 Paul were just too much. I could see he was very upset and I could do
nothing to consol him. "Paul what can I do to help?" he did get quiet." I
want to see him."
	I sat up most of thw night because with 1 day's holiday left it was
decided to go to see Peter at his aunts. A 200-mile round trip. I got
started early to experience the dark driving but never stopped until we got
to the address. A small cottage. Falling down in places. A woman sat on a
seat chopping vegetables; I could see that Paul was very frightened. I
spoke to him. "Is this the place then?" I nodded "Find him please in case
he does not know." It was something of a strange situation. I found myself
acting the part of a stranger who was a long lost friend. After the
pleasantries of hello and good morning I introduced myself. "Peter he is
hear, we have been hoping you would come. Peter is ready." I was puzzled
but almost fell as a smaller Paul with a cap ran to me, "I have my bag
where is Paul? He looked behind me. Thrusting his bag at me he ran towards
the car screaming Paul's name. We watched as the boys got together, jumping
and hugging the stage of sadness completely ch!  anged. The woman gave me a
case and thanked me. I enquired what was happening "Peter's found his
brother it would be wrong to keep them apart.
	So I had another houseguest. I walked to the Jeep placing the bags
in the boot. Both boys were on the back seat talking as though it would
have ended very soon. "where to Peter?" He looked at Paul turned to me
shouting "Home dad!" I looked at Peter and we all burst out laughing. I
started to drive thinking about what had happened. A stranger walked up to
a house he had never seen before. He met the woman who lived there and the
boy she looked after. Without any checks she gave him the boy and the boy
came willingly. Where but in Outer Mongolia could that happen. First clever
dick to shout "Well its happened there." I will stop. Good all
quiet. Through the mirror I could see a boy who's smile was sweet. Mousy
hair defiantly, longer than Paul. Dark blue eyes creased in clothes just as
Paul . they had seen better days. But all in all I could remember seeing
Paul just like that we stopped for a drink. Peter asked for water. Just as
Paul did all that time ago. "I don't want you sp!  ending money on me." I
insisted Milk or coke. "If you are sure some milk please." I sent Paul to
get the drinks, Peter gave me a letter in his bag. I had to see social
services on my return and take the forms with me. I wondered why so soon
but they have a will of their own. Paul returned giving me the change. Both
boys never talked about the past only the future. We did not take long to
get back to the social services office. They were expecting me. They
understood the situation and I was in a big house so with the families
consent I would become the Guardian ad litem. The adoption orders would go
through at a later date after they had paid a few visits to the home and
see how the boys got on at school. Adoption, what had been decided behind
my back. I got copies of the letters Nan and the Aunt had sent in plus a
copy of Paul's school report. Peters school records that I had to
have. This was all happening to fast. When we got home I sat both boys
down, Paul took of his shirt!
 being that it was still very warm. Peter kept looking at him. I could not
concentrate because Peter kept looking at Paul and looking back. I had to
ask him what was wrong. "he had a scar! I can hardly see it now." Paul told
him the sun had helped and his friends did not mind. Peter stood and
removed his tracksuit jacket. The top shirt followed. I refused to gasp
because I saw the whole of his back was scared far worse than Paul. I
kissed his head , his looked said I had done something wrong. I did the
same to Paul he hugged me back.  I started again. I explained what had
happened. Paul and Peter would be going to the same school. Living with me
in this house. I would be there Guardian, hey that's like a dad shouted
Paul. Not quite but its close. The two boys pranced about shouting Dad,
dad, we have a Dad. I had to smile.
	I did manage to sort another room out and the open window took away
the musty smell that was in it. Right peter this is your room and the
bathroom is just there. Peter ran into the bathroom, a steady stream could
be heard, he needed that. I took a towel in to him telling him that he
could have his own. Peter was overwhelmed. He said he never had his own
things. Before he had to share but did not mind, now however he had
something of his own. I did help him unpack but the clothes were in such a
bad state that we took a quick drive to the store and got clothes for
school and he chooses the rest. Paul got a few extras and after that, a
meal the bonus had gone.
	I got the school clothes packed on hangers for tomorrow, very smart
the uniforms were. The rest was packed away. It was getting late so it was
a bath hot drink then bed. Peter bathed first. Now I did not do a thing
here because I wanted him to feel at home. Paul took tooth brushed soap and
flannel to him but still knocked on the door.
 Paul sat with me waiting. He did try to ask me to allow Peter to share the
bed with us. I stopped him right they're telling him that we may never
sleep together again. Peter had to settle in and if he saw us sleeping
together then he might innocently say something and it would be a
disaster. Paul was devastated. He sat in my lap cuddling me. Peter came
from the bathroom and saw him. Peter had not brought pyjamas, he was
however wearing a pair that looked to be from the war years and the stripes
were 1 inch wide. He had his clothes he had been wearing, I took them and
sorted colour from white. I did wash them but wished I could throw them
away. The thing I did throw away was the grey boxers that had holes. I hope
he had new ones. I was worried enough to check , 5 pairs of coloured briefs
were still wrapped. I unwrapped them and admired Peter's taste.
	Back in the room Paul was rubbing some cream on Peter's back. It
was from the hospital and was to make the scar fade away. I told him that a
letter would be given to the school to stop him from games and
P.E. "Please." Was his only answer. I started to rub some cream over the
angry looking scar. Peter was not happy I was that close so I let Paul
continue. Time for big brother to bathe and the question "Will you undress
me Dad" came up. "If you want me to ." I went and with no worries undressed
him till he stood in the boxer shorts far to small for him. After I pulled
the shorts down he hugged me and went to get a bath. He put on the boxers
with his name on the waistband for bed.  Both were ready and I made sure
the school clothes were ready. Peter's school records as well as his letter
were on the table. Peter came out to say he could not get comfortable. I
suggested he find Paul. A moment later Peter came back to tell me Paul was
in my bed. I ran in asking what was going on. Paul had to remind me that I
had told him he could sleep where he liked so he wanted to sleep here. I
had to agree. Peter left with me so I told him he could join Paul if he did
not mind a squash in the bed. Off like a runner he went to the room. Then
went to his and back to mine. Today had been a hard day.
	I washed and went to bed. I had enough space to climb between
them. On the floor Peter's pyjamas lay in a heap. I found why as I pulled
back on the covers. He had slipped his briefs on like Paul had his
boxers. I covered us all up but Paul wanted to stay awake for a little bit
longer. Paul slipped his boxer off giving me no time to stop him his lips
met mine. I responded to his touch and we caressed each other well within
the sight of his brother. As Paul climbed on top of me Peter looked at us
and giggled. I just put my arm out for him to get a hug. He did get close
and placed his arm around Paul until he said out loud "You got no draws
on!" Paul was quick enough to say he was too hot. Peter asked some awkward
questions then and Paul replied that what we do in the house was private
and never left it. Peter wanted to know more I did try to explain that
sleep was needed but the boys had a conversation going all of there own. I
was so embarrassed at first, I could feel my whole!
 body heating up. I am sure my face was bright red. Paul tugged on peters
briefs .They came down and off. Paul started to kiss and get worked up. My
boxers had disappeared. "Peter shall we turn the light on?" Peter did
it. He watched as we both were getting very worked up. I hugged Peter and
Paul began touch Peter. It was all-new to Peter so being touch brought a
quick reaction and he climaxed with a squeal and was still dry. Peter look
worried but when Paul started to cum spraying sperm over us both he just
said "Wow.  I hugged the two boys all night even kissed Peter while he
slept. I shot my load after they were asleep and used a pair of briefs and
boxer to wipe it up. There's of course.
	Next morning we all got out of bed and I was allowed to put the
cream onto Peter. Everyone washed up and I dressed them both in there new
school uniforms. I know I should not feel as I did but I could not take my
hand of them. Peter looked fine in black briefs Paul had the same. Both
still had no hair but each of them had a different textured skin. Here I
was 28 years old now almost 29. potential father to two boys who were
beauty personified. They both needed to be loved after all they had been
through. I loved Paul and hoped I had enough to give some to Peter. The
school was across the road so walked them their. I was welcomed and
remembered for the play the group had done but even more they were happy to
meet my sons. Both asked "So we can call you dad now?" A swift tap on their
bottoms combined with a smile got the reaction they wanted.
	That day was very lonely and I had a few more days before I started
work. I was going to get a visit from social services in three days so to
be prepared. I told them I was so come today if they wanted. "Three days
will be fine." I breathed a sigh of relief. I gathered a list to get things
and went shopping for polish dusters and stuff like that. I cleaned the
house from top to bottom. It would have been good if I had a top or bottom
but I had a middle house My room Paul's room and now Peter's room.
	Just as I finished the boys arrived home from school with tales of
friends and happiness. Peter even did games without a shirt, his life had
begun.



End of part 3 Hope you have enjoyed it
Part 4 of the show must go on is Getting to know you.

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