Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2001 12:24:57 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The show must go on  Chapter 4

This is a story of the imagination. The storyteller has nothing in common
with the story except he wrote it. It is part of a series of stories about
the love between boys and a man. Most I think who read this would like to
be in the story but things like this never happen or do they?

The contents of this are illegal in most countries so do check before
reading. If you object to this kind of story hen thanks for reading and
goodbye.

I own the copyright to this and if you wish to use it for any reason then
please ask. For all pay sites the answer will always be no.  The man had
now got two boys under his roof. He was going to be a father. The boys
accepted this. Social Services to visit soon and he had to prepare.

This was Paul's view.


					The show must go on.


					Part 4:Paul's story


	I got home from school and was pleased that my new dad to come
still wanted my brother and yet 4 days ago I did not even realise that my
brother was still alive.
	I was 7years old and my brother 5. We lived in a caravan with my
parents for all our lives. It was sad really, no friends just each other. I
can recollect the day things went downhill as though they happened
yesterday. I was playing outside when a boy who had just moved next door
came to us with a ball. He had another so thought we would like it. It was
kind of he. His name was Max and he was 13. We saw each other a lot and he
became part of our family. Max helped Mum, worked with Dad and even been
coerced into baby-sitting, after mum had asked him. He was fun to be with
allowing Peter and myself a lot of freedom when are parents were out for
the evening.
	After six months had passed Max was more at our house than his
own. He was a good friend. One night while baby-sitting the tickling he did
a lot of went further. His hand went inside my pyjamas touching bare
skin. I shivered but it was good. He got my brother off to bed telling him
to be as quiet as possible. He returned to carry on playing our game. He
told me to be quiet, as Peter would be trying to sleep. That was true, his
head would touch the pillow and he would be asleep. Max sat me in his lap
seeing I was happy to be tickled. It did not take long before he was under
my jacket again touching my tummy. One of his hands went inside my trousers
until it rested on my penis. This was so nice but I look around to make
sure that no one could see the private resent Max had given me
	This became a regular thing. Max would get peter to bed earlier
each time allowing us time to play the new game. I did not know about sex
after all I was 7 years old. I was told that my penis was private though. I
thought that it meant in the family. Max never rushed anything but he was
eager to play our game ending in the manipulation of my penis until it was
stiff, giving me pleasure. I did not even mine when he removed my
nightclothes. This allowed him to explore every part of me. Laying, sitting
or as I mentioned he sat me on his lap stroking my back, bottom until hr
turned me around giving him free access to my penis. I was happy to let him
rub it up and down until a sensation that I can only describe as a feeling
that I never wanted to stop happened.
	My parents never asked why I was encouraging them to as Max to baby
sit. They had time to party more often now. They were pleased that a
trusting person was looking after my brother and I. upon the next visit
something very different happened. Peter was in bed; I was already for
Max's attention. He took of his tracksuit until in his boxers he had me
sitting in his lap. I was encouraged to do to him the thing he had done to
me. I did not mind but wondered why he made such a big noise as I touched
him. When he stood to slide his boxers down there was a penis far bigger
than mine and it had hair. Hard yes my hand never went round it. He was
enjoying it enormously. I had been rubbing as he had done to me, well
trying, when it happened. I thought he had wet himself when a white liquid
shot out. It had a funny smell but looked okay. He stopped me rubbing and
rushed to do the same thing to me. He coated my penis in the white stuff
that he had produced. Rubbing I had that funny feeli!  ng I was sore. Max
kissed me hard. He knew how to do that to. Max had to clean us both up but
stayed naked afterwards until he heard a car. I was rushed into bed, he
disappeared into the bathroom returning dressed and tidy.
	A few days later my brother and I were told that max would be
staying for the weekend. Mum and dad would be away and as dad was to have a
drink he would not drive home on the same night. Peter was moaning but Mum
comforted him. It was easy to reassure him that things would be okay, after
all Mum's never lied. We had fun playing with Max during the day. He
brought over a bag. Peter and I suffered watching Mum and dad get ready to
go, max-quietened things again. We played games till mum called to say they
had arrived. Max had got us playing so we did not worry too much which
pleased Mum. Dad wanted to check but he heard us playing so he was
satisfied. He was left to it Peter got put to bed early; Max got me
undressed soon after. He took me to mums and dad's room making sure the
door was closed. I was told to keep quiet as he also undressed like me. We
both got into their bed and played our game. It was okay in bed but an
extra piece of the game he wanted to play. I was great to!
 have Max kiss me and suck me so I just lay there. I tried to hold him
without being asked however he had it against until it was firmly against
my bottom. It was pushed hard to get in it. I was in pain but not for
long. I could feel it going inside of me and thought of the white stuff. I
had seen him make this before. I was sore as he pulled out but had a great
time. We did so many things all night that we both fell asleep exhausted
wanting no more. The next day Max tried to get peter out of the way so he
could do more with me. Peter was getting so fed up at being alone that he
see us beginning to feel each other. Quickly explaining it away as a
tickling game was enough so we played other things to satisfy Peter. When
our parents got home everything was fine except for my sore bottom however
I was warned to keep that quiet and I did.
	I did try a few things with Peter but his laughter was a big
giveaway, I worried that Mum would come in. Max had another day with
us. Peter almost asleep spoiled what was starting when he wanted to
play. He refuses to sleep so we had to let him join in the smallest
way. After a fight Max manages to get him to sleep, we got to the room. We
both almost jumped on each other. He sure knew some fun games. He explored
every part of me while I lay on the bed; head on my arms put them behind my
head. He sucked me till that wonderful feeling I enjoyed came, he persuaded
me to do the same to him. It was fun till I chocked as my mouth filled with
the stuff he called "Cummin" I had to spit it over him he did say I was so
very special.
	Max was inside me for the second time when Dad came back early. Mum
had a headache. When dad saw max and I he was told to go. I was so upset
that dad dressed me While Max left. I never saw him again and max was sent
to an Uncle in the country I think. I did pester him as to when and where I
would see him again to baby-sit us. Peter did not worry he had mum again at
home. Dad told me I was beginning to annoy him by asking about max I just
wanted my friend back. Dad changed, mum tried to be the mediator but was
unsuccessful. Dad started to drink a lot He would spend all he money he had
on drink I heard Mum talking on the phone she was devastated. Over the next
few months things went from bad to worse we could not pay the bills and the
phone, gas and electricity were all cut off. Mum said we were in a bad way.
Peter got very upset because he told some boys at school. They made so much
fun of him that Mum had to collect us from school. We did have some lamps
given to us you put paraffin in them so we had enough light when it was
dark to read. Mum and dad argued, we heard every word it was one night I
was reading to peter that all hell broke loose and I will never forget the
consequences
	Dad came home after being in the bar all day. He saw I had my arm
around Peter. His voice was angry. Almost our bedtime I was reading to
Peter by the lamp. I had done this for ages. Dad screamed at Mum I was a
queer shit I had come from her side of the family so she was
responsible. Mum called out, Paul went to bed dad looked at mum and then at
me screaming." You touch Peter and I will kill fucking queer shit" What was
a queer shit? Peter stood with dad and I went to bed. I was undressed when
dad said to mum" He is your son. Paul is a queer. I want a divorce."
Divorce I did know I ran into the room naked and shouted "Dad I love
you. Mum I love you please don't please." Dad looked at me holding peters
hand. "Look woman a poof who shows himself off. I will cut his thing off!"
I understood that and threw the book at him from the table. Dad was angry
and took off his belt." I will cut it off and strap you well boy!" Mum
shouted at Dad. Peter was in tears but it was Dad's angry ey!  es I saw
heading my way. Anger does the strangest things; I grabbed the nearest
thing to me and hurled it at him. The lamp smashed into flames engulfing
the room. Dad was burning. Mum was on fire. I tried to get to her but my
arm got splashed in the paraffin and went up in flames as well. I could not
see Peter. I wanted to save them. This fucking queer wanted to do
something. A window; I jumped through to get help but a fire engine was
already there. I was covered in a wet blanket. I watched as the caravan
collapsed into burning debris. The firemen fought on.
	I do not know how long it was but there was nothing left. Just an
infrequent sound of "Overhear>" of the siren of an ambulance echoed through
the dark night. I was held. People spoke of hypothermia. Another word I did
not know. The police asked me what happened. I remember what happened as
though it was just a few minutes ago." A poof hit my dad with a lamp. They
all caught on fire. I will now catch hypothermia but my thing wont get
chopped off." That was the only thing that came out of me. The Doctor told
Nan that I was delirious. "Shock does that. He might need tin grafts?" I
think that's what they said name cried a lot when the doctor checked my
arm< I was also given a needle in that arm. The final thing I heard was "No
one else made it. Poor kid he is all on his own now."
	I know I woke up but did not understand where I was. My arm was
covered in a wet cloth and a blow up thing I think. I would not need it I
could swim. I tugged at it. Immediately a nurse came to me and said I
should lay still. I was in a gown just like mum wore to bed. Even with a
friendly nurse near by I wanted to call for Mum and Dad. Where are you? I
cried. I did hear a voice I recognised. It was Nan. I saw her through the
blurred vision that I had. Nan asked what happened. I tried to tell her but
the only thing that came out was "I killed them all." The doctor explained
to Nan that it was only shock talking. I had come to the hospital smelling
of paraffin, my arm had been burnt as well as my back. I heard I might have
to have Tin Grafts, I think that's what they said. I heard Nan cry
again. The doctor checked my arm I was in tears. I felt a needle in my
arm. The pain eased and while it moved for the doctor to look I fell
asleep.  It was light when I opened my eyes and right by my bed sat Nan. I
did not know what had happened. Various images flashed back through my mind
as I tried to remember, the tears began to fall. Nan comforted me as best
she could. She did not understand why I wanted to look under the gown so
much. I asked her to do it, telling her the reason. "You are all their
Paul." I was looking for Peter. I was told nothing. Another needle and
sleep again. When I woke this time Nan was still there. "Well sleepy head
we never thought you would wake up again." I did feel better but still
confused as to what had happened. On the television was a story about a man
who had killed his family. He had been sent to prison. A policeman sat next
to me and asked if I knew what had happened." No sir" I did not want to go
to prison. Oh my arm got hurt. I did hear "Poor kid." At some time but
after that never asked another thing. After a while Nan told me that lamp
got broken in the caravan and everything wa!  s lost." Mum and Dad Paul are
in heaven." I was resentful that god had my parents and became
hysterical. I shouted that I had killed them. Nan told me not to be so
stupid. "It was an accident Paul. From that moment I never said another
word about it, until much later in life when I met a man who could be our
new Dad as I called him. Hey lets not rush. My arm healed well. Nan said I
would be staying with her. I had been there before so was happy enough. I
had some clothes to wear but not mine, Nan said she had brought them for
me. I was not as tidy as Mum made sure I was. I was in tears when a woman
said I must have been overwhelmed with them. My arm was still covered but
it was the doctors' idea to show me my back. "He needs to get over the
shock. How do you get over seeing a permanent disfigurement like that? I
did not and developed a stutter in my voice.
	Going to Nan's we went past my old place. All that remained was the
black lump. It looked like the remnants of a bonfire. From that day onward
I never spoke of the fucking queer who had killed his family. Nan was great
allowing me some friend around to play while I recuperated did ask about
Max but was reminded he had gone to stay with his aunt and uncle. Well I
was on my own. The headmaster of the school I was to go to came to see me
when I was better. He mentioned nothing about my family but would be happy
to see me at his school as soon as I was ready. He did though want no
strange thing to happen at the school. I did not know what he meant. Nan
got more clothes. I got used to wearing other people's clothes from the
charity shop. A Mrs Stein from Social Services came to see me and spoke at
great length to Nan. Nothing much was ever said to me so I assumed she was
a friend of Nan's.
	Well it took some time to get better. I hated the scars a lot. I
hid them under a big jumper even in the summer. I settled in at school. Nan
was very worried about the nightmares I had almost every night. I was to
see a Piechiatrist, well that's what I thought it was, was I wrong? Mr
young was a Psychiatrist. He told me he could help and to tell him
everything. I could never remember, well that's what I told him. He was
happy enough so just gave me some medicine. That stuff was very nice and
made me feel a whole lot better. Nan was told that Max had taken advantage
of me not the other way around. "To Paul it was just a game." I was
encouraged to join clubs, find friends of my own age and the elderly
leaders of the clubs would encourage me to get on in life.
	Less than 2 weeks later we had the chance to see a play at
school. A man told us about people who wanted to show us their puppies. I
did not understand really but got to wear his hat. I even after taking it
back to him when school had finished get the chance to help him take his
things home. He was so very nice. On the way to his home across from the
school he explained what things meant. Max was a bad man after all. I
called Nan and told her I was helping the man. Nan was pleased so spoke to
him. She liked him a lot. Even my stutter did not put him of being a
friend. I told him I would be his friend. He gave me a hug. I was not sure
what to do when he touched me. Max did it and it was nice but because he
did it was wrong. I allowed the man to touch my body. I let his see me
naked. I wanted him to do this. It was not wrong. Things happened and I saw
him produce the same stuff, as Max the difference was he did things to me
until I did the same. It was a dribble but he did it t!  o me. He met Nan
and we all became close friends. One weekend I let his thingy go into my
bottom. I never wanted it to stop. I did this not him. I bounced hard until
I could feel his stuff squirt in me. We kissed. I had only ever kissed my
dad and meant it before. I know had another? I stayed with him when Nan
went away to see her sister we also went on holiday. I am to young to
really describe what we have together but if love feels good then I think
that's what we have got.
	I did get a shock while on holiday because I found out that my
brother Peter was still alive. The man took me to find him. I was in a
state. Outside a broken down cottage I saw him run towards me. I do not
know how much time passed but the outcome was that Peter would be staying
with me. I did forget to say Nan's sister was ill so Nan had to go to her
permantly. The man became our Guardian ad litem. It's like a Dad. I did
call him that anyway. The man gave peter a room. That night we all spoke
and slept in the same room. I encouraged Peter to join in so all of us
being naked were not unusual. I touched Peter, as I had been touched. We
all watched as peter dribbled his white stuff loving every minute. He
watched as I did the same. The man hugged us both and it was clear that we
had a family.
	That was some time until we found happiness. I am now 13 peter
11. We both have been given bikes I got mine on holiday. The Dad man tells
us every day he loves us. When I was first told it had been the first time
since the fire. Hope and we all live together now Social Services will let
the man we live with, our new Dad keep us forever. He is scared. We are
scared. I do promise that I will never hurt us. He is something I have not
had in almost 5 maybe 6 years. I have spoken to Peter he likes him to. We
wont say anything though just in case anything might go wrong. We know he
is our Guardian, father figure. We call him dad. The first day he called me
son I could have cried.
	I know it might sound strange but we all shared the same bed on our
first night together. Peter was so happy he never told him in case our Dad
to be was angry and would try to cut our thingy of as our dead Dad tried
to. We both know about sex. I love my new Dad, Peter is the same, and we
will do anything for him as long as he does not give us away.



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