Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2001 03:23:25 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The show must go on    Chapter 5

The story you are about to read is from the imagination. The person writing
has no connection with the story at all. Sex between men and boys happen
within as well as descriptions of love. If this is not you kind of story I
thank you for reading it and goodbye.

Some countries have laws about this kind of story so please do check before
carrying on. I have the copyright to this story so if you wish to re-print
please do ask. Pay sites will get a no answer, sorry.

Thank for all the continuing emails and offers of advice. Thank nflcrazy
for your words of wisdom and kindness. PJ5922 please, tell a boy he is
beautiful. Finally Wayne Robb glad you can relate to some of the
story. Good luck in the future.

Thanks again to Nifty for the chance to show what can happen if you allow
the imagination to become a story.



				The show must go on. Part 5


				Getting to know you
				Getting to know all about you.


	As the time got closer I did not know which was worse, waiting for
Social services, or preparing to go back to work the next day.  The boys
arrived home from school full of tales that only happy children can tell. I
was amazed how tidy they had managed to stay in the 7 hours at school. Both
had a quick wash and changed from their uniforms, which were neatly hung up
for the next day. I was about to talk to them, with regards to the visit
from Social Services the comments of "We will be ready." Echoed through the
room. Something was not quite right because they both had their homework
books open and were doing it without being asked. I was asked a few thing
but made a lot of excuses by saying they should have listened in class. I
was hoping that they did not ask anymore so went to the first bedroom
rummaging away for an old computer for them to use.
	I say old but it was good enough. I set it up asking if they knew
how to use one when Paul fitted it together switched on and started to look
at what was on it. I was not sure but they both spent a long time working
on things, the keyboard sounding like a machine gun. As I prepared tea both
boys came out showing me a lot of things, all different, neatly typed
out. I would have said I was proud of them but did not want to get them to
big headed. The homework was done. They had even managed to find my old
collage folders, empty because I never bothered to go. They each put their
papers in the folders and tidied up. Now both had come in from school,
changed, done their homework but I still had no customary hug. I gave them
each what I thought was needed, a hug followed by a kiss for each boy. They
did need it. Paul said he thought I had forgotten.
	During tea we spoke about the up coming visit. Peter and Paul
listened as I explained why we were getting a visit and how it might affect
the relationship we already had. I tried not to frighten them but I wanted
them in no uncertain terms to understand. Both boys had lots of
questions. They both teased me about saying they were happy mainly because
we all slept together and loved each other. Of course they caught me
unprepared and saw me shake visibly while they spoke. Paul smiled saying
sorry after he realised how their words had hurt me so. "I promise I will
never ever say anything to anyone even if you tell me off or hurt me." I
took him in my arms and asked him what he meant. Paul asked me what I
thought he was. Something was on his mind. I did not understand but I could
not and did not want to show confusion. I told him that if he had a
question he was to ask. "Do you think I am a fucking queer?" Oh so it was
that moment when you go past the Birds and Bee's going straig!  ht to the
Jugular vein and the questions that have really hurt you. "Paul I love you
so I do not care who or what you are." Paul then went on to tell me what
really happened at the caravan. Peter shouted, "You tried to kill me?" Paul
stood firm explaining everything. I told him that what happened was past. I
kept no lamps so I was safe. He would always be safe so stop worrying. It
was Peter who was hurt by this revelation.
	 Paul killed his parents as well. I had to point out that Peter had
heard what was said to Paul and was scared in case I did it to him after
the other night together. "I think your brother needs you." Peter went to
find Paul. Moments later big sobs of crying could be heard through the
house, I think the brothers were going to be fine.
	Well I let them cry together but I had to get them ready for bed. I
called them, what a sight. The tear stained faces made me comment that it
looked as though they had not had a wash for a week. I got them to change
for a bath. Both of them in the same coloured briefs stood while I ran the
water in the bath.  Done I went to leave but neither wanted me to go. "I am
sure that Social Services would like to know that I give you a bath." "You
are our Dad, doesn't that make it all right." With all the explanation in
the world I could try and explain over and over again that I was not their
Dad but as far as they were concerned I was, I had them both next to
me. With an arm around each one I slid their briefs down. As they both took
out their feet I saw them both in the light of day. They were
beautiful. Paul was so huggable with a 3 inch cock size 7 feet and 5feet
1inch. Peter was 4feet 7inches tall size 5 feet small 2-inch cock. Both
uncircumcised Peter had some Pubic hair Paul ha!  d none. I was so happy to
have them both with me and told them both the same.
	Both boys fitted into my tub easily. I was in heaven washing them
gently, covering them till soap had been scrubbed into every part of there
bodies. I did get to have a hand on each cock rubbing until their erections
stood proudly between there legs. I wanted to wank them till they cum at
the same time but boys will be boys and Paul shuddered allowing a grunt to
escape his throat. The sperm shot into the air arching as it fell on
Peter. Three less powerful shots fell over my hand until all that was left
was his penis twitching furiously till the feeling had subsided. Peter was
in awe of his brother but Paul was just as proud to see him shake then
produce a few droplets that ran over the other hand. I rinsed them under
the water giving each a final squeeze to show that I had finished my part
in their bath. Leaving them to it I collected their clothes to place in the
machine for washing.
	As I finished the bell at the front door rang. "Hello I am Mrs
Stein from Social Services." Now after what had just happened I was a bit
flustered. She noticed this. I had to be quick and explain I was washing
clothes; a task that until the boys arrived was done twice a week. Now it
was every night. She invited herself in and I got the table clear for her
papers. I was pleased the house was a bit messy. Boy stuff everywhere. The
boys are in the bath if you want to see them. She laughed explaining that
keeping them clean would be a full time job. All of a sudden two naked boys
ran from the bathroom to the bedroom. I shouted out that we had
guests. Both wearing boxers came into the room and said hello followed by
an apology for not thinking. Mrs Stein and I spoke while Peter got his
cream and asked me to put some on his back. I took the cream and applied
the salve while still talking. Mrs Stein was taking notes almost all the
time. Paul said, "Dad will I need any or has the sun!
 helped as you said. Mrs Stein asked Paul over and looked. She told him his
scar had almost gone. I was given the credit because I persuaded him to get
some sun when we were on holiday. "Don't go to mad guys please"
	Well they went through their schoolwork, friends, how they got on
with me, in fact everything you could want to think of. When the boys took
the things away she said, "Right just one last question. Who started this
business of calling you Dad>"? I laughed nervously and took the blame. I
explained about the Guardian ad litem. I told her that the boys wanted to
know what it was. I quickly said it was someone that a court made
responsible for care and control of children. Peter said it's like a Dad
then. Since then they decided to get away with calling me Dad. "Did you try
a stop them?" I did but both boys said could they call me Dad because they
had not got one. "I am sorry if I was wrong but I agreed because it looked
like they needed one." It was 8-30pm when she got up to go. Both boys came
to say goodbye. She asked to see us again in her office in one week's time
because she would then have a report on how the boys were getting on at
school. "I will be seeing the Aunt and Na!  n to give them an update
tomorrow so shall we say midday? Good." That was Monday planned.
	The boys wanted to know if they did all right. I told them that
they behaved as well as they could. In fact I was pleased. The thing that
got me was they both had on the same coloured boxers and nothing else. No
body battered an eyelid except me. I was a bit late getting them in bed but
they did not seem to mind. It was late and I did have work tomorrow. I
showered and went early myself. I found Paul asleep in his bed for a change
but Peter was in my bed. I was too tired to argue so climbed into the bed
next to him.  He was still awake. He wanted to stay just one more night
because he was still a bit scared at night. Light out I lay down with my
arm out so that he could cuddle up if he wanted. It was not long before I
could feel the little body get close. I realised I did not get dressed for
bed even the boxers were missing but could not be bothered to do anything
about it. Peter's hand was like his brothers had been fascinated with my
hairy chest. His hand twirled the hair i!  n his fingers. The hand moved
down till it was touching the hair above my penis. I was quickly becoming
hard. I whispered to him, "Take your boxers off for me please?" Peter
became very still, I thought I had frightened him. A while later he slipped
the boxers off. I turned to face him. His hand played with my hairs so I
played with his. The hairs in small tufts were around his penis. I hugged
him close until my hairs entwined with his. Peter groaned as I felt him
getting harder all the time.
	Without talking we spent time touching stroking and kissing. Peter
got braver and forced me back then climbed on top. I was able to kiss the
top off his head repeatedly while saying "I love you." After each one my
hands began to feel every disc in his backbone until as I got to his
bottom. I wondered if I should try and do what I enjoyed with his
brother. I moistened a finger and pushed. It found the hole easily. Dry and
tight it was several more licks of the finger before I could feel him give
way. "Oh God." Peter groaned as my finger entered the hole pulling and
pushing gently but increasing in its strength. When my finger was fully
inside I thought Peter would break it because he sat up impaled on the
upright forefinger.  I did not need much light to see his erection flat
against his stomach. Now whether it was the moment or just how I was
feeling I came out with something that even shook me. "I want to fuck your
arse." Things were almost silent after that so I decided to !  remove my
finger and sleep.  "Dad, yes please. I think I know what you will do so
please be slow and promise to stop if I tell you." I took Peter to the side
of me. His bottom was against me. I used a lot of spit then had a brain
wave.
	I took his jar of cream and placed a large dollop on my fingers. I
slipped it into his hole using not 1 but 2 fingers this time. Like a child
having a bad dream Peter whimpered. I coated my penis with the remaining
cream on my fingers then placed the tip of it against his hole. A gentle
push and the head went in causing Peter to gasp. I thought he was crying so
went to pull it out. "No don't take it out." I rested a minute while the
cream covered finger manipulated his penis till what was 2 inches felt like
3. I pushed harder and pulled. In and out I pushed until my pubic hairs
touched the smooth globes of his bottom. I wanted this to last forever, but
it was not to be. I came with such force that the jet of sperm almost
forced my penis from his bottom. Peter ejaculated. This was also more than
a dribble I had a good share over my hand. I took the sperm covered hand
and quickly shoved it into my mouth sucking like a newborn baby. A pea pod
popped, that was the sound as my pen!  is evacuated itself from Peters
hole. Whatever the reason I was so emotional and burst into tears. Peter
did not understand this, neither did I, but we both managed to sleep for
the rest of the night until Paul the alarm clock jumped on us both to wake
us up. I got both boys to get ready for school but they still checked with
me to see if the briefs they had chosen made me feel happy. They did of
course both the same colour but what was even happier was a cheque from
Social Services to cover all the money spent on extra clothes. "Boys we are
going shopping tonight."
	I enjoyed work today even more than usual. We had decided to expand
our repertoire to cover question and answer sessions with the children
about any item of there choosing. It was dangerous, yes, but with the head
teacher permission all was agreed. We chose two puppets that would become
teachers and be allowed to ask anything they liked, not necessarily about
what we had been performing. One little boy asked a question on
basketball. We threw the question out to see if anyone in the class
knew. Answers came quick and fast. That saved us embarrassment. Various
questions about what to do if a stranger approach them. We managed to get
the head teacher to agree to ask local parents to show a picture of a red
house in their windows. Any child scared or worried could go to that house
as a safe zone. Several questions about sex that we answered as best we
could and one or two questions that made us worry. They included people who
wanted to know about bullying and being hurt at home.!
 The Puppet teachers got a big cheer. I was pleased to know that our group
was becoming very popular. That school made four more booking with us for
the term. Our illustrious leaders jotted down the dates counting the money
as he did. I was sorry to have finished for the day but happy to cash the
cheque for the shopping trip.
	 Peter and Paul ran to the house with a picture asking me if I
would help. They showed me a Red house and wanted to put it in the window,
an explanation why, unnecessary, but were told even though I knew we all
agreed placing it in the large front window. That done the boys did not
change. I wanted to show them off. I took a quick trip to Social Services
and Mrs Stein. She was impressed at how smart the boys looked also
surprised that I had made the trip to thank her for the money. The boys
said thank you and had a brief moment to tell her about the Red
House. "Your dad had a lot to do with that so I hear." I blushed but only
after I made the point that now there was a place of safety for any child
in danger to go.
	We jumped into the car and drove to the stores on the far side of
town. Here were the shops kids love to go. We brought trainers, new
tracksuits, casual wear and I asked them if I could choose some under
garment of my choice. They agreed. I want you to realise that before these
boys had come into my life underwear was something worn under your trousers
but now they became a must have for them. I liked to see them in just
that. I picked some bright coloured briefs and boxers in both their sizes
plus some special ones for bed. Three bags each full of new clothes. When
we got home we decided, well I decided, to get rid of the clothes that
reminded them of time gone by. We packed them all to send to the charity
shop where other less fortunate children could put them to good use. I was
so happy to see the boys' faces as they now had all new clothes to wear. I
just hoped that this was not the only trip we could make together over the
coming years. I whispered to Paul, his nod was e!  nough to agree with an
idea I had at that moment. I went to get a pizza for tea leaving them both
to pack things away as they wanted and change from their uniforms. I was
quick placing the pizza on the table. Offering the boys a drink I gave Paul
his coke but could not get peter his Tango. "Peter they are in the car."
Peter went to the jeep as I returned to the table with the Tango I told him
I had not got. Peter flew in the door stuttering as he tried to speak. Paul
said, "Hey he has got a stutter like I had." Peter had managed to calm down
when he told us what he had seen. I could not leave it so told him that yes
the mountain bike was his. Yellow for Peter and Paul's was red. Although
small he hugged so hard I thought he was going to squash me. Peter ran out
and back saying there were no Tango's in the car.  Oh boy.
	I was beginning to feel like a Dad if there is a feeling like
that. I sat at the door watching both boys ride carefully up and
down. People they knew at school came to see the bikes so I left them to
it. "Half an hour boys then in for tonight because you still have school
tomorrow." Simultaneously they shouted "Thanks Dad." Two of the boys they
were with asked them if they were the sons of the puppet master. I grinned
and got to work clearing and washing clothes.
	That was one day that I want to remember. Peter was so tired after
a shower he just climbed into his own bed and fell fast asleep one hand
held onto the wheel of his bike. I collapsed into bed with Paul close
behind me. We had passion, lust, and raging sex till bathed in sweat and
sperm we renewed our love for each other. Legs entwined we fell comfortably
asleep until Little brother joined us for an early morning hug. Showered
again, while eating breakfast, a banging at the door shook the whole
house. A small boy asked if this was a safe house. I got him inside to hear
him tell me a man had tried to get him to go with him in his car. He
described the car and I wrote it down. I decided to drive the boys to
school and take the other boy to see the head. As we parked the boy shouted
that he had seen the car. He pointed as a red 4WD slowly drove past. Paul
shook visibly and took my hand. He said "Its Sam."



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The show must go on Part 5
					Peters Story.


	Hello, I am Peter and I thought it best that you know all about me.